America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 268 Of course we are a couple!
(Brothers, you must read this chapter slowly. This is what I studied and wrote with my friends who study Ma Zhe and Chinese philosophy. There are no big problems with the philosophical logic of this chapter - you can debate the scriptures in specific and subtle details. Feel free to say whatever you want, but the overall content should be fine)
'what is your purpose? Is it just? '

The level of abstraction of this issue has gone far beyond the scope of daily chat, and is more like the collision of the spirits of two idealists.

What it actually asks is 'Who are you?' Where are you headed? '

There is never a standard answer to this kind of self-evaluation, so no matter what Cheng Daqi's answer is, it is not wrong.

The materialistic answer is truth, and the idealistic answer can also be truth, but Cheng Daqi's answer is neither materialistic nor idealistic - he is an idealist who advocates pragmatism.

“I might want to go to the dock and order some fries?

This question is so difficult to answer. I haven’t thought about it clearly yet.

People's consciousness is divided into 'self' and 'id'. I can't tell how much of my subjective consciousness is rational and how much is irrational - my 'self' is still the same until now. A vague state.

Xiao Zhao, if my ideals and expectations for myself are knowable, then am I also considered confused and limited? "

Cheng Daqi's answer was about as high as a three-story building. Zhao Hongjin thought about it for a long time before replying.

What Cheng Daqi said was such an asshole, Chunchun was just sophistry, Xiao Zhao chose to end the conversation.

"A tiger is coming from the other side. If you don't run away, are you going to have a fight with it?"

Zhao Hongjin couldn't help but be curious, it was because President Cheng had given her such a powerful feeling in the past, that kind of all-round power.

Of course, Zhao Hongjin had good intentions. She and Sun Dongxin unanimously advised Mr. Cheng to be merciful and to be merciful. It was also a good intention for her to help Cheng Daqi explore his own heart tonight. It was even more good for her to insist on reminding Mr. Cheng not to escape.

Sister, that's it. Don't torture me. I shouldn't talk to you so deeply.

"Instead of torturing each other, let's let each other go. Let's stop reading. Teacher Zhao, please get in the car."

"Think about it in practice, Daqi, I can't give you an answer. Your troubles are a bit trapped in the rut of idealism.

"The prerequisite for knowing that it's not too late to get lost is to know the end point. However, our understanding is limited to the inherent world view and human body. When I face other people, including just now, I can encourage you to 'don't worry about what will happen before you do something. Won't fail'.

If it is a small Sumatran tiger, the kind that weighs only 100 kilograms, and I have a weapon in my hand, I might not be able to fight it. "

"But I still want Ai Guobei to go to jail, and now I'm back in that spiral. Can the negation of negation deny itself?"

Just like she thought at the beginning, Xiao Zhao knew that there was not much she could do, but she could stay with Cheng Daqi. If Cheng Daqi did something wrong, she could serve as a reminder.

Sometimes he can find a certain balance, but soon, his newly established balance will be destroyed by something.

The peach-eyed girl had to admit that Mr. Cheng had many tricks up his sleeve, and he could always use various methods to control himself.

"So, you are just walking on the road, and you can't see clearly where the road ends, right?"

"The world is knowable. My objective existence and conscious existence are both part of the knowable world. Therefore, from the perspective of knowability, these hard thoughts of mine are not ruts. What I see is an infinite road. This road has no At the end, there is no answer.”

Xiao Zhao is a bit like that stubborn kid who keeps shouting "rebound" in a bickering mouth, but she has good intentions.

"Hey, these things may not be something I should care about, but I can't get around them."

"Analyzing the specific issues in detail, you first tell me what kind of tiger it is and how much it weighs. In addition, you also need to see if I have any weapons in my hand.

But if you really value your purpose and are confused about the answer, my suggestion is to do it first. Only in the process of practice can you get the most authentic inner feedback. Understanding one's mind requires the foundation of practice - practice. It is the only source of knowledge. "

But the path you pursue is materialistic. Both your understanding of difficulties and your way of thinking are materialistic. "

But after meeting Zhao Hongjin, he had this idea again - except her, there was no one to talk to.

Since his rebirth, Cheng Daqi has been thinking about what kind of existence he is. This kind of thinking has troubled him for a long time.

Hey, Cheng Daqi sighed in his heart.

This is an effective methodology in the practical dimension. The effectiveness of this methodology coexists with its inability to solve the problem of self. "

Opening the car door, Cheng Daqi said with a smile.

Zhao Hongjin wiped her mouth. This meal made her head hurt.

Mr. Cheng: Sister, stop talking, stop talking.

Repeated reconstructions and breakdowns made him tired, so he preferred to numb himself with work.

Yes, no one is omniscient and omnipotent. Real people always have weaknesses.

Today, in the conversation with Cheng Daqi, Zhao Hongjin discovered Mr. Cheng's weakness.

"Da Qi, it's not that you can't get around it, you simply want Ai Guobei to go in. I can see that you understand these things, but you don't want to admit it - you are avoiding facing your true self."

Even as powerful as a great weapon, there are weaknesses.

"Aren't you tired? The passenger seat can be adjusted. Lie down and rest for a while."

"You are still escaping." Zhao Hongjin said seriously.

Mr. Cheng lit a cigarette and tried to hand one to Xiao Zhao.

You want to shut my mouth, right?
Zhao Hongjin patted down Mr. Cheng's extended hand and answered Mr. Cheng's words seriously.

"From the perspective of materialist epistemology, you are on the right path. Understanding itself is an infinite process with no end.

Mr. Cheng felt that he should have some wine now. This feeling was so wonderful.

One person is short-term, but two people are long-term.

"I'm not tired. Can you tell me why you want to escape so much?"

Boring man!
"Brother, I flew more than 10,000 kilometers back, and then you dragged me to the company to be the mascot. Now you drag me to chant sutras. Please spare me."

Xiao Zhao knows humor, and Mr. Cheng was amused by her.

"You're still fighting a tiger. You can't even beat a wild boar."

"Don't change the subject. Can you answer it like a man?"

The crisp and clean energy in Zhao Hongjin's body was so strong that he pulled on Mr. Cheng's fig leaf and tortured him to death.

Cheng Daqi's mental world was very sick. She saw it, so she couldn't ignore it.

"If our ideal is just a utopia, an unattainable dream, then what should we do?"

Cheng Daqi's question was so lethal that Zhao Hongjin was silenced.

His words were very jumping, jumping dozens of meters at a time.

From never letting go of Ai Guobei to the injustice of means and the justice of purpose, from thinking about "self" to the trouble of not being able to fully understand oneself, from trying to escape several times, to directly talking about things that may not be possible realized utopia.

This kind of exaggerated topic jumping is not suitable for use in normal communication. Not everyone is as smart and like-minded as Zhao Hongjin.

Mi'er is smart enough, but she is a top American elite. She is destined to be unable to understand Da Qi's 'ridiculous' ideas.

"How should a ship that has lost its destination sail?"

Seeing that Zhao Hongjin couldn't think of an answer, Mr. Cheng added that this was his true feeling about his state.

The world he longed for might not exist, so he chose to escape and stay in the United States.

If the ideal shore is unreachable, then do something trivial within the scope of possibility. "Da Qi, we are half-baked tonight. It's hard for me to give you an answer to your question."

The peach-eyed girl was a little depressed. She was only nineteen years old after all. She wanted to help her friends more, but she seemed unable to do anything.

"I have this desperate realization that you might be the first one to hear it."

The light was red and the car stopped.

"Our world is a dream, and our existence is also a symptom of the dream. I hope that at some point I will wake up and look at my child at the head of my bed. He or she will shake my arm and say, 'Dad.' ,I'm hungry'."

So desperate.

Zhao Hongjin is very empathetic, and people with high cognition can always empathize - if a smart person says that he or she does not understand the problem, don't doubt it, he/she is just pretending to be stupid.

"So, do you want to pray to Skynet to wake you up quickly, or do you want to continue to indulge in this dream?"

Zhao Hongjin's answer is very romantic, but also cruel - after waking up from the dream, there may be deeper pain, and perhaps continuing to dream is the 'correct' answer.

There is an implicit premise here: the controller of the dream has absolute control, and Chengdaqi can only be manipulated by others.

"I don't know, haha, we talked a lot about not knowing tonight, so are we approaching the entrance of the cave?" Mr. Cheng thought of Plato's metaphor of the Theory of Ideas.

"But I can understand you, I understand the shadow you see outside the firelight, but I can't give a good answer - I hope my answer can help you solve your difficulties, Daqi, but I also realize that I He’s also a stupid person, so what qualifications do he have to give you an answer?”

Silence, silence is the theme tonight.

"Yeah, why should I take it for granted that you can give me the answer? People have to save themselves after all.

I am very busy right now. You also know that I am working all the time. Working continuously. Being busy can make me forget to think. "

Feeling that his words were too suggestive of weakness, Cheng Daqi added.

"I can only say these things to you. No one else is suitable to talk about it, so it kind of means dumping out the accumulated emotional garbage. I'm sorry."

Zhao Hongjin shook her head, turned her face to the side near the car window, and replied in a low voice.

"I also have a lot of troubles, many, many, and everyone is the same."

President Cheng became interested and asked.

"Pick one and talk about it. What if I can help you think of a way out of your troubles?"

"Come on, we are all drowning people. Idealists are suffering and struggling under the erosion of capital. The more we wake up, the more we suffer and the harder we struggle, and the effects of force are mutual."

Zhao Hongjin has read countless passionate sentences and stories, but people must always live in reality.

Just like what Cheng Daqi said - the effectiveness of methodology and its weakness in self-resolution coexist.

"You weren't like this in the past. You may be too tired from the long journey today, and you were influenced by me, so you are so negative."

Mr. Cheng is really a little ashamed. He has too many negative emotions and has affected his friends.

"How could I blame you? I insisted on asking."

In getting along with Cheng Daqi, Zhao Hongjin saw her own weakness again and again, and she thought she had gained a lot.

Zhao Hongjin is right. In fact, everyone will be trapped in their own predicament for a certain period of time and then struggle. Whether they can get out depends only on themselves.

There is nothing Chengdaqi can do about this.

Green light, car starts.

Mr. Cheng stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and the push on his back felt a little bit upward. Both his and Zhao Hongjin's bodies were pressed hard against the back of the chair.

This was Cheng Daqi's lowest-cost way to vent. He seemed to have poured all his emotions into this kick of the accelerator.

Run, run, run freely, run hard, run out, go where you want to go.

However, the car must eventually return to the right road, and the power it needs to run away is bound to the actual traffic regulations.

The engine struggled, roared, shuddered, and then bowed and obeyed—just like its owner.

The ambient lights in the car reflected on Cheng Daqi's face, and Zhao Hongjin understood the suffering of the driver, Xiao Cheng.

"Da Qi, is there a milk tea shop nearby? I want to drink something sweet, it's too bitter."

"You navigate and find Luckin. I want to drink iced Americano. I can go back and continue the meeting for MAS."

Are you going to numb yourself again?
Zhao Hongjin sighed and pointed the way to Mr. Cheng.

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"Sister, I know Chinese. Isn't this the aunt from Shanghai? Why, Ruixing is our aunt's nickname?"

"I want to drink it. I took a week off specifically to help you with the live broadcast. You don't even want to buy me a cup of Yangzhi nectar?"

"Okay, then I also want poplar nectar and three-thirds of sugar for smoothie."

The clerk said enthusiastically when she saw that Mr. Cheng and Xiao Zhao were a boy and a girl.

"Tonight is Double Eleven Singles' Day, and the second cup of the same product is free for couples! Are you two a couple?"

When Mr. Cheng was about to explain, Zhao Hongjin spoke first.

"Of course! Two cups of poplar nectar, both are 3/3 sugar smoothie, and one cup doesn't require pearls."

After saying that, A-Zhao turned to look at Mr. Cheng and winked wittily, implying that he must take advantage of this.

Cheng Daqi asked.

"Only couples can get a free drink, but today is Singles' Day. Aren't you discriminating against singles?"

"Sir, of course not. As long as we are a couple, even if it is two men, we will give you a free bill. Auntie Shanghai wishes all lovers in the world will eventually get married!"

Yes, it’s very trendy and ahead of the times. A Chinese brand actually has the ideology of American service.

"No, there are no pearls in this cup, don't make a mistake."

After receiving the Yangzhi Manna from the clerk, Mr. Cheng handed Xiao Zhao's cup to her, pulled up a chair at the table outside the store and sat down.

"Wow, the Northeastern old-fashioned spicy hotpot is delicious, and the poplar nectar is delicious. I'm so happy today, hahaha."

Xiao Zhao took a big sip of the smoothie and his whole body became clear.

"So ordering fries at the dock might be the ultimate answer, huh?"

The paper plane of the story flew back to its original place, and it turned out that Cheng Daqi had already solved this problem.

"No, the answer is to go to the pier and order poplar nectar, malatang, pancakes, glutinous rice cakes, brown sugar ice powder, etc."

Xiao Zhao said happily.

:.ヽ(*`).:

(End of this chapter)