"Russell's ethics associates morality with human desires. He believes that there is 'spirit' above instinct, which makes us no longer selfish and allows us to empathize with others. Therefore, value judgments are beyond the individual and the desire of the whole human being. Expression, that is, the expression of 'hope'. We see something as 'evil', when in fact it is 'hope' that no one will encounter such a thing. There is a lot of debate in ethics today, and his ethics is full of Not very tenable. He wants a world full of emotions but not violent and out of control because of emotions, and we all discuss beauty and wisdom together, which in itself is an absolute idealism…”
At the end of the speech, applause from the audience began to rise, and I went to the backstage lounge under the guidance of the staff.
"Teacher, do you want to rest here or go to the airport now?"
I booked the flight back to Qingwan at 6:00 pm. It is already 1:00 pm. If I go earlier, I will wait, and I will also wait here.
"Take me to the airport."
The staff nodded in response, and was busy coordinating the vehicle for me.
Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and the event ended successfully. It was time for me to return to Qingwan and my own home. But to be honest, I would like the lectures to go on for a week, fortnight, a month... so that I have an excuse not to go back.
The organizer specially called a barrier-free taxi for me, which is very convenient to get on and off, and I don't need to trouble others.
An hour later, I arrived at the airport, checked my wheelchair, and replaced it with a special wheelchair on board. After that, I went through the security check with the ticket and went to wait near the boarding gate.
Two hours before boarding the plane, I took out a copy of "Little Logic" from my bag and read it from scratch for some unknown number of times.
For books, people should not ignore it because they have read it, and for words, they should not despise it because they know it.
Every book is a refresher, and you can always gain some strength from it. There is no useless reading in this world.
I was so concentrated in the vast philosophical theory that I didn't even respond when someone called my name beside me. It wasn't until the other party gently pushed me with his hand that I regained my senses and looked at the other party in amazement.
"He... Doctor?"
"What a coincidence." He Weizhou parked a small-sized suitcase at the foot of the boat, and also held the same ticket as mine in his hand. Don't think, he should also be a passenger of this plane.
There is such a coincidence in the world...
"Hello." I nodded politely at him, "What a coincidence."
Although I don't know them well, I knew each other anyway, and they were on the same flight, and the other party took the seat beside me of course.
"I'm going home for the New Year, how about you? Are you here to play?" He Weizhou asked.
"No, I'm here to attend the lecture." I turned over a page of the book, and I talked to him wholeheartedly, "It's only the fourth day of the first year, are you leaving?"
"Enough, small animals won't get sick because of the New Year. Go back early and start work early. By the way, is the puppy okay? If you have time, take it to me for a follow-up visit."
My fingertips paused slightly, I felt a little guilty, cleared my throat and said, "It's being raised by my friend now. It's pretty good, but... I don't like walking. I don't know if there is any psychological shadow."
I don't know if Shang Muxiao returned the dog, but he took the dog away at his house that day. If he refuses to return it, I really can't explain Yu Xixi's side. The little girl has been looking forward to it for two months, and she has bought all the utensils...
"Don't you like to walk yet?" He Weizhou said stunned, "Then let your friend take it to see if you have time."
"...Okay." All I could do was nod.
The topic came to an end for a while, and I returned my attention to the book.
After a while, He Weizhou suddenly said, "Is that the friend from last time?"
I looked up from the book again, surprised at how direct and abrupt he was to ask. As a mature social person, I thought it was a consensus that no private matter should be asked.
"Yes, it's him."
I think the "discomfort" in my expression was a little obvious, he felt it.
"Sorry, did I ask something that shouldn't be asked?" He Weizhou quickly explained, "When it comes to small animals, I will become particularly lacking in emotional intelligence, so don't be angry. Just... Your friend looks a little temperamental, I'm not sure he has enough patience for a car accident dog. Dogs need constant love and encouragement just like people."
Although he was a little offended, he wasn't angry, and... what he said was the truth.
"Just let him keep it temporarily, and soon the puppy will be delivered to its real adopter," I said.
He Weizhou looked relieved: "That's good."
He Weizhou and I were both in the business class and were given priority to board the plane, but he sat next to me, which made me a little dumbfounded, and he exclaimed "what a coincidence" again.
This Doctor He looked intellectual and sparse, but in fact he was very good at chatting and could chat about anything. Astronomy, geography, music and religion, there is no one that he can't talk to, and they chat happily along the way.
He was even a vinyl record fan. Knowing that I had a vinyl disc of Bach's suite for a cappella played by Fournier, I was so excited that I had to lend him a listen. He could take pictures of his collection. , let me exchange.
After getting off the plane, he asked me if I had a car to pick me up and said that he parked his car in the airport garage. If I didn't have a car to pick me up, I could take his car and it happened to be on the way.
My first reaction was to refuse, at this point, I was afraid that he would collide with Shang Muxiao just like last time. But before the words came out, they swallowed them in time.
Why should I be afraid that they will not bump into each other? This idea is wrong.
I have already broken up with Shang Muxiao, is it possible that I need his consent to be friends with someone
After I figured it out, in order to prove that I didn't care, I generously invited He Weizhou to go to my house and get the plate of Fournier that he was thinking of.
What I said really came to his heart. He was overjoyed when he heard the words, and his cheeks flushed slightly with excitement.
"Won't it bother you?"
"Won't."
He Weizhou's car is an ordinary hatchback sedan, which is much lower than Shang Muxiao's Hummer. I can get on it by myself.
He Weizhou is very skilled at storing wheelchairs. As soon as I got in the car, he had already folded the wheelchair and moved it into the trunk.
The vehicle drove out of the parking garage smoothly, and the snow in Qingwan still did not stop. With a dozen lights, you could clearly see the blizzard swirling in the sky.
He Weizhou was playing his own CD in his car. It was a symphony by Beethoven, which sounded very imposing.
"You can sleep for a while if you're tired, I'll call you when I get there." He turned the music down a bit.
I was indeed a little tired, so I didn't show any kindness to him. I folded my arms and leaned on the seat to take a nap.
I slept for about a few minutes, and woke up quickly. After that, I just closed my eyes and didn't fall asleep.
When the car stopped at a red light, I felt He Weizhou beside me looking at me, it was a weird look - he was watching my legs.
It's too rude to look like this when you're awake. You can only look after you fall asleep. There are many such people, and it's not a big deal.
I pretended to be asleep and ignored it until the vehicle was moving again.
When I got downstairs to my house, it was almost eleven o'clock. I asked He Weizhou to go upstairs with me and find the Fournier from the record cabinet for him. The night was too late, and he was no longer there.
Shang Muxiao's things were as they were when I left, and he didn't seem to be here at all.
It's... as expected. Maybe to him, these are just a bunch of garbage, and they have no other value except to help him capture me better.
He Weizhou walked out with a contented face on the record. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Can I ask you out?"
I was taken aback, unsure of his intentions.
"Listening to a concert together, I rarely get an appointment with a good friend." He continued.
It turned out to be this kind of "appointment", and I thought that Shang Muxiao said he was really interested in me.
I nodded without saying too much: "If I'm free."
He Weizhou didn't care too much, waved goodbye to me, and took the elevator downstairs.
Turning back to the room, just two minutes later, there was another knock on the door. I thought it was He Weizhou who forgot something, shouted "come here", and went over to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Shang Muxiao appeared in front of him.
There was snow on his head and shoulders. Wearing a black down jacket, with both hands in the pockets, the open placket reveals a soft white turtleneck sweater.
Just seeing him makes my heart throb. I wanted to close the door reflexively, but he quickly grabbed the crack of the door and opened it.
The door panel hit the wall, making a loud noise, and Shang Muxiao walked in with a blank face.
"You blocked me."
I stepped back a little nervously and distanced myself from him: "Didn't you say that when you break up, you should share it cleanly and never be sloppy?"
He saw the cardboard box by the door, bent over to lift the lid, and took out his crystal trophy from inside.
"So you're determined to break up with me, aren't you?" he asked, holding the trophy.
I secretly took a deep breath and said, "Yes."
He sneered, as if he had seen through my trick: "I saw that veterinarian. Any business trip is all a lie to me. Are you actually with him these two days?"
The throat rolled twice, holding back the explanation.
What about misunderstandings? I hate being misunderstood if I care, I don't care anymore, I don't need to explain it to him.
"So what? We've broken up."
He held the trophy tightly, the snow on his body had melted, and the strands of hair fell on his face, leaving traces in the corners of his eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, stared at me stubbornly, and whispered softly: "So you are really with him..."
I pursed my lips tightly and said nothing.
"Okay, very good." He looked at the balcony and said, "If you don't want it, just throw it away, I don't need it anyway. As for this..." He raised his hand suddenly and smashed the crystal trophy to the ground.
The trophy was torn apart in an instant, all over the place.
"... Please help me throw the trash can."
I stared at the debris that splattered at my feet, as if my heart was torn apart.
"And this..." Shang Muxiao took out his right hand, which had been in his pocket, and I discovered that he was wrapped in thick bandages from his knuckles to his palm.
Before he could be surprised by his hand injury, he saw that he didn't feel pain, he roughly tore off the star stud on his earlobe and threw it to the ground.
"Give it back to you, you can take it to someone else."
It may have been scratched by the ear studs, and blood oozing from his earlobe not long after, dripped onto the velvet jacket. He touched the wound with the back of his bandaged hand, put it in front of his eyes, and frowned with irritability.
The snow-white bandages were dyed bright red, I opened my mouth, and in my heart I repeatedly told myself to ignore it, to act as if nothing had happened, until my body trembled slightly.
Shang Muxiao held the door handle and turned to look at me, his eyes and voice were cold to the core, and he looked like he hated this relationship and would never mention it again.
"Indeed, breaking up has to be decisive. It's nothing special, and it's not necessarily sincere anyway." After giving me a deep look, he left resolutely, "Goodbye, Professor Bei."
Siye was stunned, and I was sure that he would not come back. I slowly spit out the suffocation that had accumulated in my chest, and my whole body relaxed from a tense state.
I've always known him to be a downright "villain", to apply Russell's ethics, which may be a subconscious self-alert that I don't want to have too much interaction with him. But it didn't work. This kind of knowledge didn't stop me from getting deeper and deeper. For some things, human beings always know that they can't do it.
It has also been verified again that Russell's ethics is indeed not convincing.
Pick up the trophy pieces scattered on the ground and put them all into the previous box. Picking it up next to the sofa, I found the small ear stud, I rubbed its surface, and finally threw it into the box along with the fragments.
In the end, I couldn't be Shang Muxiao's gem, and he couldn't be my star either.
This relationship was wrong from the beginning, and now, it is finally back on track.