Eternal Burning

Chapter 9: He is neurotic

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One of the main constellations overhead in the autumn night sky in the northern hemisphere is Pegasus. It consists of several stars of varying brightness and size. The most dazzling four of them form a huge quadrilateral, each side represents a direction, and is a very important signpost constellation in the autumn night sky, also known as the "autumn quadrilateral".

"Ah, see the quadrilateral... But why Pegasus? How does this thing look like a horse?"

"The Pegasus we see is upside down, with the legs at the top and the head and neck at the bottom."

I tried my best to describe the appearance of Pegasus to Shang Muxiao, and then used the "Autumn Quadrangle" to find several nearby constellations and bright stars.

"That one is Vega, the one below it is Altair, and the one in the middle is the Milky Way."

In addition to being full of countless unsolved puzzles, the starry sky is also full of endless human imagination and extreme romance.

If he can tell me earlier that he is looking for the stars, I can bring a star pen in advance. Right now, I can only talk about it, and he will listen.

After speaking for more than ten minutes, the starry sky above his head was almost finished. I stopped talking, just quietly enjoying the scenery in front of me with Shang Muxiao.

After a long time, Shang Muxiao suddenly said: "Professor Bei, when you look at the stars, do you feel depressed about your insignificance?" Like a speck of dust in the universe. Appears, disappears. Appears, disappears again. Thinking that you are shining and unique, is in fact no different from all the existences you hate, admire, and despise... Is it?"

When I think about the first time I observed the sky with an astronomical telescope, I seem to have had this kind of thought-human beings are really small and humble beings in the entire universe.

Maybe standing under the vast sky, it's hard not to think about it.

"Do you know the difference between humans and gorillas?"

Shang Muxiao looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. Some for me and some for this question.

"Are you testing me? Humans have reason, while animals have only intelligence?" No matter how confused he was, he still gave me an answer.

The night wind on the mountain was a little cool, so I tightened my coat and said, "This is Schopenhauer's point of view. But in Nietzsche's view, there is basically no difference between humans and gorillas in terms of their contribution to the world. Only a few people can surpass them. Our own animal nature, to become a 'superman' who is truly valuable. So you are right, we are all insignificant to this world."

Hearing this, Shang Muxiao lowered his eyelashes, and there was a look on his face that might be called "lonely".

"But..." The conversation turned, his eyelashes trembled, and I continued, "For us living in this world, relatives, friends, colleagues, lovers, each individual is very important. Put it into the universe. There may be dust in the middle, but when you see it, each one is an extremely precious gemstone, and each one is unique.” It’s just that these gemstones may not belong to us forever.

I didn't say the last sentence. Although I look at everything in the world pessimistically, I do not force others to be the same as me.

Young people like Shang Muxiao still have a long way to go in life, so they can slowly explore the survival theory that suits them, without the need for others to impose them.

"Gem?" Shang Muxiao laughed out loud, saying "gem" several times in a row, and almost muttered to himself at the end.

"Then my life is really poor."

Just when I thought he was sneering at my argument, he suddenly shouted at the observation deck, then put his hands up, and stood on the narrow masonry wall.

I suddenly stopped breathing. There are no street lights here, and it is pitch-black under the viewing platform. Although I can't see anything clearly at the moment, according to common sense, most of them are cliffs. He was standing on it so dangerously that the wind could blow him down.

"You are a pessimist, and you can say such a thing. Professor Bei, I'm a little curious, how many gems have you ever had in your life? What is your favorite one?" He seemed to be walking a tightrope, opening his arms and working hard Keep your balance and walk wobbly.

In the acrobatic troupe, there are still safety ropes to walk a tightrope. Shang Muxiao has nothing, and if he falls, he is half-crippled. And even if he fights "undead", how can I save him like this

Just about to die.

"Shang Muxiao, come down." I ordered him in a deep voice, completely ignoring what his problem was.

"Are you worrying about me?" He still had a hippy smile and a serious look.

I tried to suppress my anger and stretched out my hand to him.

"Come down, it's too dangerous for you."

He stopped walking around in a cold sweat, turned his back to the cliff, and stood facing me, his lowered eyes first falling on my hands and then on his face.

"good… "

I enticed him carefully, he looked down at me condescendingly, spread his arms, and showed a very bright smile.

"You're worrying about me." He was smug, and gestured to fall back.

"Shang Muxiao!!" With eyes wide open, I roared to reach for him. The next second, I lost my balance and fell to the ground before Shang Muxiao.

The palm was torn by the rough stone, and it was burning hot. His legs were tangled together in an unnatural position, limp and feeble.

I gasped and anxiously went to look for Shang Muxiao's position, but when I looked up, I saw that the other party nimbly jumped off the low wall.

"Why are you so careless?" He came to help me with a relaxed smile, as if the thrill just now was no more than my hallucination, "You screamed so loud just now, are you afraid that I will actually jump off?"

He wasn't really about to jump, he was just testing my reflexes.

My reaction made him curious and delighted.

Only now did I really agree with Yang Haiyang's evaluation of him—neuropathy. He is neurotic.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down the wildly fluctuating emotions.

"Professor Bei? Mustard?" Seeing that I didn't respond, Shang Muxiao kept calling my name.

If he had the vision, I should have quieted myself for a while.

I gritted my back molars, but the fire couldn't go back. I haven't been this angry in maybe years.

I jerked away from him, and I refused to communicate or touch.

Unprepared, he sat down on the ground with his brows furrowed, and when he looked at me again, his eyes became extremely sinister. Like a wolf cub who finally stopped wagging his tail and returned to his true nature.

Yes, how can the wolf be obedient? It was my whims.

I stared straight at him, not showing any signs of loss on the surface, but inside I was thinking quickly what to do when a fight broke out.

I don't have the skills of Yang Haiyang, so I guess I can only take two bites to let out my breath.

When I was in my twenties, I never had such a fight, and I really went back as I lived.

"I'm kidding with you, why are you so angry?" After a moment of confrontation, when he spoke again, Shang Muxiao's wild beast-like eyes had mostly subsided.

He clapped his hands and stood up from the ground, stepped back, leaned against the low wall of the observation deck, and stopped trying to help me.

I was able to get back into the wheelchair even with a little effort, but it didn't look good. All struggles, embarrassment, and embarrassment will be presented in front of Shang Muxiao's eyes without reservation.

Being disabled is one thing, not wanting to act "disabled" in front of others is another.

Everything seemed to stand still, I didn't move, and Shang Muxiao didn't move either. We are at a stalemate, and there is a great chance that the other side will be victorious.

The temperature in the mountains became colder and colder as the night fell, and when the wind blew, a thin coat could not block the cold wind at all.

I shivered uncontrollably, and I couldn't hold back my throat and cough.

Shang Muxiao suddenly made a heavy "tsk" sound, sounding very impatient.

The palms of my hands hurt for a while, I gritted my teeth, and planned to sit like this until the end of the day.

It suddenly became dark in front of my eyes, and something with body temperature fell from the sky, covering my head and face.

I tore it off and saw that it was a jacket.

After stepping on the grass, Shang Muxiao walked past me and went to the back of the car.

"I'm going to have a cigarette."

Judging by the fact that he chose to avoid it, it seemed like I had won the battle. But I can't feel happy at all, I think I'm too naive. Whether it was a one-month gambling game, or the fact that he would rather sit to death than climb into a wheelchair in front of Shang Muxiao, it was so naive it was unbelievable.

The faint smell of smoke from the back of the car dragged me back from my self-loathing for a while.

After a cigarette, Shang Muxiao walked back, and I returned to my wheelchair.

"You're bleeding." He stared at my leg.

I wore a pair of white trousers today, and I just rubbed them on the ground and got a lot of stains. The most obvious one was at the knees. The fabric was torn, revealing the wound covered with soil underneath, a mass of black and red, which looked very miserable.

"I don't feel it." I returned the jacket to him and shoved it directly into his arms. When I was about to withdraw my hand, he grabbed it.

When the coat fell to the ground, he glanced at my palm and said, "The hand is bleeding too."

I wonder if he really has night vision, with such sharp eyes.

"It's okay..." I pulled my hand back and said, "I don't want to watch it, go back."

After what happened just now, I think there are very few people who can have the leisure to watch the stars with him.

No matter how you go, the wheelchair turns around. I looked back in confusion, and saw Shang Muxiao picking up the clothes on the ground and shaking, while the other hand firmly held the handle of my wheelchair and wouldn't let me go.

In an instant, I was like a cat that was strangled by the back of my neck, and I could only let him handle it.

"What are you doing?" I lowered my voice, trying not to seem overwhelmed.

Shang Muxiao threw his coat to me again.

"Who said we were going back today?"

In the wilderness, with his words and deeds, the beginnings of several classic suspense films have already appeared in my mind.

Isn't he trying to push me down the mountain...

I put his jacket over his leg with my uninjured hand, and wondered if I should ask him where we were going.

He pushed me along the dark mountain road for a while, suddenly turned a corner and entered a deep path.

There are trees on both sides, and the trees are in pieces, except for a little starlight above the head, it is almost impossible to reach out.

"Where are we going?" I finally couldn't help but ask, tightening the jacket on my knees.

"Yin Nuo took me here once before, and it's right in front..." Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a faint light appeared in front of him, and when he got closer, he realized that it was a paper lantern hanging only by the courtyard gate.

To the left of the lantern is a wooden sign with the name of the courtyard - Liushui Renjia.

Below is a piece of tattered paper, with the words "Pick cherries, fresh crystal cherries, not sweet and not expensive" written with a brush.