But the appearance of Xu Shiqing has largely changed the above statement.
That is, to become a weird, there must be negative emotions, weird must be resentful ghosts, and the pollution in the weird domain must have negative effects.
"We have to wonder whether human consciousness plays a greater role than we think."
"What exactly determines a weird's attitude towards humans? Are the formation of their rules influenced by their will as humans? Furthermore, is weirdness the transformation of the human body by some force, and is it, to some extent, the evolution of humanity?"
"Of course, given the unique possibility of Xu Shiqing's case, the above is nothing more than speculation."
Xie Chengyu politely wrote at the end: The only thing that is certain is that Comrade Xu Shiqing is a miracle.
We are fortunate that Xia has such comrades, but the future of mankind should not depend on them.
Because no matter if it was a miracle or an accident, it would eventually disappear. Then where would they go? This was what they should really think about... Xie Chengyu believed that the organization must think the same way.
Plan ahead and strive forward. No matter what difficulties the Xia Nation faces now or in the future, they will make every possible effort, just for a better life, and for the development and survival of civilization. Without such a long-term vision, they will inevitably fail in any future disputes with the strange.
Xie Chongyue came out of the kitchen carrying fish soup, and Xu Shiqing sat upright waiting to be fed.
The kerosene lamp burned quietly on the table, the glass surface was blackened by the smoke, and the flame flickered.
"Is it okay if I don't hold this lamp in my hand?" Xie Chongyue asked.
Xu Shiqing's rules are related to lights, which are his means of survival.
"It doesn't matter." He shook his head and looked at Xie Chongyue with a strange look. This happened only after he put down the lamp for the first time.
Weirdos don't need human food to fill their stomachs, but they can enjoy a taste. After asking the person concerned about their wishes, Xie Chongyue made this extra portion of food in addition to his usual three meals.
The fish soup was delicious, fresh and tasty, but not to Xie Chongyue's taste.
Xu Shiqing said, "After you finish eating, reply to your brother's questions."
He subconsciously pushed his round-frame glasses. This thing was not actually his. He vaguely remembered this. It seemed that he had been cheated sometime in the past and had no choice but to steal something from someone else.
It wasn't a glorious memory. Xu Shiqing, supposedly free of human shame, felt a pang of shame when he thought about it. But memories rarely yield clues. Even if pursuing them might lead to the same pitfalls, it was necessary. It's impossible for a person to live in complete ignorance, without a clear origin. The same principle applies to the uncanny—in other words, any sentient being entering this world must look back and clearly see their starting point before they can know their destination.
A tree must have roots to stand on the earth.
Xie Chongyue chewed the chili peppers he grew on his windowsill and swallowed them with his rice.
"Won't it be too much?" he asked.
If Xu Shiqing is willing to cooperate, that would be the best thing. If he is reluctant, Xie Chongyue is willing to wait with him and try to comfort him.
He had already lost everything, and no matter what, he couldn't act as impetuously and recklessly as he had in his youth. In front of Xu Shiqing, Xie Chongyue didn't even have the thought of resisting. It was like having been stabbed in the eye, and the sight of light again, no matter how soft, was enough to remind him of the heart-wrenching pain in the darkness.
In order to avoid falling into such a situation again, Xie Chongyue couldn't even control himself from having sex with A Yu.
It was just like that summer six years ago, when the cold, white blade brought out dripping blood, which spread little by little to his feet. No matter how fast or far Xie Chongyue ran out of the mall, the sea of blood would eventually engulf him until the endless darkness gasped in his ears.
"Are you really willing to tell me that you're leaving your own race to help me?" Xie Chongyue asked. "Is this an exchange of your own free will, and not something based on some kind of self-interest?"
Xu Shiqing tilted his head slightly, his eyes scrutinizing like a curious butterfly flapping its wings and accidentally discovering a quiet and beautiful flower bush.
"Is this your personal question?" Xu Shiqing asked.
Xie Chongyue hesitated for a moment, then said frankly, "Yes."
"I don't know what you're worried about, but I think," Xu Shiqing said, "even if I don't consider my own personal reasons, you're enough of a reason."
"You have a very beautiful soul." It was as strange as seeing the moonlight flowing quietly on the river, that kind of beauty was enough to ignore all barriers.
Xie Chongyue sat at the dinner table in a daze, not even noticing that the chili pepper on his chopsticks had fallen onto the tablecloth.
Normally, he would not even bother to eat, and would quickly shovel the food back into the bowl and clear the tablecloth.
That was the only relic in his entire room that truly belonged to Xu Shiqing, and it was only in front of this table that Xie Chongyue and Xu Shiqing had never quarreled.
No one expected that the two people's silent tutoring, who never spoke while eating or sleeping, would accidentally create the only safe and beautiful memory in Xie Chongyue's memory.
But he was not just immersed in the shadow of Xu Shiqing's death during these years. Everything he had learned since childhood, including everything Xu Shiqing himself brought him and taught him, enabled Xie Chongyue to clearly understand his situation.
He knew he was falling, and he also knew the responsibility he was entrusted with, the worries of those around him who wanted him to survive, and Xu Shiqing's hopes for him—
How could Xie Chongyue bear to let everything they had invested in him collapse, and how could he make the traces left by Xu Shiqing disappear? That person didn't have much, and Xie Chongyue could barely count one thing, even if it was a sharp knife.
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