Chapter 307 "But this world forces us to do nothing."
"Thinking hard, suffering for decades, and finally making a comeback, do you still have memories of such characters?"
"When you get through, don't be afraid of being ridiculed by others, swallow all the grievances and become famous in the future, you know?"
"At the age of 17, he went out with the army, and at the age of 23 he became a powerful general. People thought he would open up a new history, but God was jealous of Yingcai who died young and died of illness that year."
"Start with a bowl"
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When the heroic figures in Blue Star's history spit out from Chen Yi's mouth, the woman whose face was full of ridicule and questioning gradually froze and didn't know what to say for a while.
She actually wanted to find out the loopholes in this young man's mouth.
But. Difficult.
All the historical stories told by this young man are not individual, but connected in series. From this story, we can see the shadow of the protagonist in the next story.
Such a wonderful and touching story, even if it is fabricated, it is extremely difficult.
Not to mention making up so many.
Even a novelist like Wang Xin, an author she knows well, does not have such ability. This is simply impossible. A normal person cannot make up such a wonderful story in a short time.
There is no contradiction before and after.
Interlocking.
This is something that humans cannot do, unless they made up these stories in their minds a long time ago, but who would do such a thing if a normal person is not sick, let alone in a dangerous place like the Australian city, who would have the heart to think about these things .
Unless this young man has been brewing this matter from a long time ago.
The woman still couldn't believe it, but this time she wasn't so firm. Instead, she said hesitantly: "How do I know if what you're talking about is the history of our original world, or a story you made up out of thin air."
"Stories are limited, but history is endless."
Chen Yi was not in a hurry, leaning against the crowd, leaning on a cane with both hands, looking at the sunset outside the window, and continued: "Culture naturally includes not only history, but also many things, including poetry."
"Poetry is the most dazzling culture in your world."
"I have learned about the history of your world. There are only a few lines of poetry, and they only exist in the category of rhyming and meaningless."
"Too."
"A world with only crime and killing naturally wouldn't produce this kind of product."
"I just recite the poems from your original world, and it's pretty good."
"A confidant in the sea is like a neighbor at the end of the world."
"Inaction leads to a fork in the road, and sons and daughters share the towel.
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"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone."
"I know it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance."
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"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost."
"The so-called Iraqis are on the water side."
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"Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it."
"There is a lonely grave for thousands of miles, there is no place to talk about desolation."
One song, one hand after another.
Chen Yi memorized dozens of poems. When reciting, his voice perfectly blended with the artistic conception expressed in the poems, and directly hit this cultural wasteland world, even if the map is very big.
It is as big as a planet.
But it's just a map after all.
Obviously, the project team that designed this map didn’t think about culture at all, and maybe they didn’t think that players who entered this map would care about whether the map has culture. After all, this is a map full of killings.
According to the designer's idea, players entering this map should pick up a machete and kill all the way to the leader of the D-level forces, or die in the map, which is the normal route.
A map with only killing, why care about culture?
How much effort would it take to create something like a cultural system that is completely suitable for ruffians?
As he and he thought, when these cross-world poems appeared in the ears of these people for the first time, these people were stunned and stunned on the spot.
"Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it."
The woman stood in the office in a trance, looked at Chen Yi's back, and repeated this poem in a low voice, her eyes turned slightly red.
Don't think about it, never forget it.
Her emotions accumulated over the past ten years are clearly and easily described by this poem.
It seems to be talking about her.
She always thought that no one understood her except for her superficial strength, but who knew that she actually only wanted to be a kitten in her boyfriend's arms, a lovely and pampered woman, but she couldn't.
She is the successor of her father, as long as she shows any signs of softness or a little woman, some elders will immediately suggest disqualification of her successor.
She could only hide her emotions deeply in her heart, even if she was alone in a room in the dead of night, she didn't dare to show it.
But this moment.
She was suddenly touched by this poem.
After a long time.
The woman's eyes were red and her voice was trembling: "Is there any more to this poem?"
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Chen Yi put one hand behind his back, leaned on a cane with one hand, looked calmly at the sunset not far away, and remained silent without speaking.
Something is not good.
He suddenly forgot what the second half of the poem was.
This is really a bit embarrassing, he has never been to school, the reason why he can recite so many poems and history is completely delayed the luck of the promotion game.
At the beginning of the promotion game, they encountered a map that tested the vocabulary of idioms.
From then on, he began to supplement knowledge such as Chinese, mathematics, geography, and history.
In case you enter a map that needs to be tested this time in the future, you won’t be able to see everything with black eyes.
So, use it now?
I used all the history and poems I recited at that time, but the problem is that I didn’t use memory paper to memorize them at that time, but I memorized them all in my head, and now I have forgotten them.
About a minute passed.
He still doesn't remember.
"there is none left."
Chen Yi looked out of the window with a calm expression: "This is Su Shi's eulogy written in memory of his original wife, Wang Fu."
"After writing the first two sentences, Su Shi was so sad that he jumped into the river and went down with his wife."
"But it is said that there are a few lines behind this poem, which were left by Su Shi before he jumped into the river, but they have not been handed out. Since then, this poem has become a masterpiece, and it is also the last poem of Su Shi during his lifetime."
“As Su Shi said, no one’s life will be perfect.”
"Su Shi, who had a perfect life, ended his life with an unfinished quatrain."
"On this day, people need to make zongzi and throw them into the river. Bless the shrimp soldiers and crabs in the water to devour these zongzi. Don't insult Mr. Su Shi's body."
"This festival is still alive today."
After saying this, the corners of Chen Yi's mouth twitched unavoidably.
Mr. Su Shi, if you are alive in heaven.
Excuse me.
It's really not a malicious arrangement.
The main reason is that I was not proficient at memorizing it at the time. After this time, the students must revisit the teacher's biography and memorize this poem thoroughly.
At this time, he knows what a book is, and when he uses it, he hates it less.
The Dragon Boat Festival commemorates Su Shi, right?
Damn it.
After I go back, I must make up for it.
"Forehead"
At this time, a player of Blue Star who was watching the live broadcast looked at Chen Yi who was talking in a dazed manner. After a long time, he turned his head to look at his friend in a daze.
"Well, is the Dragon Boat Festival commemorating Su Shi?"
"It seems to be."
The player next to this player is also a little weird: "Although it feels wrong, but since Brother Yi said it is, then it is right, Brother Yi will not be wrong."
"But I remember how the Dragon Boat Festival commemorates Qu Yuan?"
"You mean Brother Yi is wrong?"
"No, no, I definitely didn't mean that. What I mean is that there may be a mistake in the record in the history books. It is clearly in memory of Su Shi, but it is written in the history books."
"Who says it's not? Those who write textbooks don't study it carefully."
“No one’s life is perfect”
The woman standing in the office, after hearing Chen Yi's words, felt as if she had been hit with a heavy hammer, and she swayed in place in a daze, as if she had fallen into a trance.
Over the years, all her problems, concerns, and concerns have been resolved in front of these words.
yes.
Why did she think so much?
Even if you do something wrong, so what?
Even if you do something wrong, so what?
Why do you insist that your life is perfect? Why insist that everything you do is right? No one's life is perfect, even Mr. Su Shi, who created such quatrains, left a poem without ending before his death, making his life not so perfect.
Why should her life be perfect.
After a long time.
The woman wiped away the tears from her eyes, with tears on her face, looked at the back of Chen Yi standing by the window, and said firmly in a sonorous voice full of vitality that she had never had before: "Teacher, I understand."
"You are right. We came to this world to redeem our sins. This world should not be full of killings, and everyone should not be evil."
"As you said, teacher, Judgment Day is coming soon. If we want to return to our own world, we must pass the test. I don't know what the content of the test is."
"I already said it."
Chen Yi leaned on a cane with one hand and slowly turned around to look at the woman behind him, calmly said: "World peace, only when the world is at peace, your gods will think that you have really washed away your sins, and will offer you as gods. My advice."
"As the spokesperson of God, I am willing to help you, but the premise is that you really need to let go of the murder in your heart and pursue peace."
".this."
After the woman hesitated for a while, she said weakly: "Teacher, world peace is too difficult. I listened to what you said, teacher, and I realized it, but others didn't hear it. It's really hard for everyone to let go of their vigilance." It's too difficult."
"Only me is too small for the peace of the whole world."
"Come."
Chen Yi waved his hand, signaling the woman to take a step forward, then picked up a piece of white paper from the table and spread it on the table, and dripped a drop of ink on it.
The black ink dripped on the white paper, making it extremely dazzling.
"did you see it?"
"Teacher, what do you mean, even if what we do is a drop in the bucket, we still have to do it?"
"No."
Chen Yi shook his head slowly, and said in a speechless heart: "I mean, in a world full of murder, even if we are small enough, we will appear extremely dazzling."
“As long as we stand up.”
"There will be people who follow us."
"You must always remember one thing. The most lacking in this world will always be those who dare to stand up, followed by those who dare to be the first to follow."
“Since other people haven’t heard what we have to say, let them listen.”
"What's more, you are not just a person."
"And I."
Wang Zhongyi, who was standing aside with tears in his eyes, stood up with a trembling voice of grief and anger, raised his right arm and roared: "I'm fed up with this world full of killings, I'm fed up with sitting on the toilet and pooping!" Shit, you have to worry about whether there is a bomb hidden in the toilet."
"I've had enough of living in fear."
"I'm fed up with this kind of life where people can't talk to each other."
"I don't want to go whoring, and I don't want to rob a woman to come back to have a baby. I want to talk about a consensual love like in history books, not just lust. I want to have someone who can love me sincerely, and who can also love me." The woman I truly love."
"I want world peace, I want to return to the world that belongs to us as soon as possible, and enjoy a real life."
Wang Zhongyi, full of tears, raised his right arm high, standing in the evening light, looking like a fanatical believer.
"And I."
The unremarkable vice president of "Red Skull" also took off the gas mask on his face at this time, revealing his pitted and horrifying cheeks full of meat worms, and his voice trembled with tears.
“From the age of 3, my dad taught me to cut people.”
"I am cowardly by nature, and I dare not do anything."
"Until I was 7 years old, suddenly a man came into our house with a gun and killed our whole family. I was the only one left who was disfigured by the bomb, but saved the life of a dog. We didn't know that man at all. There is no grievance."
"Later, when I grew up and found that man, I realized that he was only planning to make a big fortune at the time, but he never made a move, and he was a little unconfident in his heart. Seeing that our family was bullying, he used our family to practice. "
"I knew from that time that in this **** world you have to kill people, and if you don't kill others, others have to kill you."
"I don't care about such a world at all."
"I want peace."
The vice president who has always been soft and sticky also raised his right hand high.
"So are we."
The eight armed subordinates standing behind the woman were no longer as cold as before, and said hoarsely with red eyes: "We don't actually like to kill people, and we don't like to put on such a cold expression."
"But the world forces us to do nothing."
"We want peace too, if we can, and I know there are many more brothers who actually want peace in this world just like us, but no one started it."
"Teacher, if possible, please lead us to peace."
"If we don't seek world peace, as long as there is a day when a certain street in the city of Australia can have a peaceful atmosphere, in fact, we are already very satisfied, and we don't want to live so hard."
"But I don't know what's wrong. This world seems to force us to kill. We have to kill. If we don't kill others, we will be killed."
(end of this chapter)