The Spirit World

Chapter 570: Thoughts on the Meaning of Life

Everything that happens to us every day, so ordinary, is an incomparable miracle that happens one after another.

Chang Yufeng already knew how special he was in this world, so special that he could no longer give an acceptable explanation for everything he had experienced in the past.

He had no way of explaining what had happened in the past...

Or maybe it was his obsession that ended.

Yes, as a living person, he always has to understand how a person should live his life...what to live for and how to live...

When I grow old and look back on the past, will I be able to feel at ease?

No regrets.

If a person has regrets while alive, it may be a very normal thing, because no one is perfect and even machines cannot be completely error-free, so people must be the same. If they make a mistake, they will regret it.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world... All those who regret, after spending their entire lives, get nothing more than letting themselves go.

Among the millions of ordinary people, there must be one person who is unwilling to live in loneliness. Among the millions of people, their destinies are intertwined to form such a huge yet small world. They may know each other or may not know each other at all, but they all live in this world.

Crying, laughing, worrying, being happy...all the emotions that humans can feel make these completely different tiny individuals so unique.

This is a miracle...

Everyone lives in this world, no matter whether they are poor or rich, knowledgeable or ignorant, hate evil or do bad things.

They all live in this world, and then they think they have never been here, drowned in the dust of history...

If there were no historical records... everyone would be gone like smoke...

Behind this great miracle, Chang Yufeng finally understood that he had never been brave. He was unwilling to face this "miracle" that everyone could survive...

He may feel that in this world, bad people need to and must be punished, and there is no such thing as impunity.

But the reality is that in addition to getting away with it, they sometimes put everything they have at the top of the pyramid, covering their crimes with sunlight.

He may think that everyone in this world should live a good life and enjoy happiness...

Instead of struggling in hunger and cold, or spending the rest of your life in endless confusion, bearing the "sins accumulated in the previous life" that you should bear simply because of your birth.

But the reality is, there are many such people. Money, material things, and education are like mountains pressing down on them. They are obviously carp, but they can only be pressed under these mountains, and their endless "sins of birth" block the sunlight from their sight.

This “miracle”…

It may have extraordinary meaning to myself.

Chang Yufeng was not able to face this miracle bravely... because this miracle was too cruel and ruthless...

Life... life...

What is the meaning of life?

Life... life...

Is following your own desires what it means to live?
Life... life...

Is suppressing your own desires what life is all about?
Facing his own face, Chang Yufeng touched his cheek... He seemed to have not seen his own appearance for a long time...

The self in the mirror, with thin eyebrows, long eyelashes, and even the handsome face known as the sharp eyes and sharp eyebrows, now looks haggard like a little old man...

Those pale and weak hands had never recovered from their emaciated state since they had just recovered from a serious illness, and those eyes, which had been bright, were now lifeless, as they stared at the "ghost" in the mirror that did not look like a young man, feeling helpless.

His ears, perhaps from the pain of his dying illness, were almost deaf. Only by putting his hands on his ears could he feel a slight rustling sound. His neck was painful. It was crooked and could not be completely corrected. He felt excruciating pain all over his body when he moved.

His feet stood weakly, as if there was no way they could support his frame. His clothes were empty and he was so tortured by illness that his clothes no longer fit him.

His once powerful arms had completely lost their former charm, like a dried corpse that had just crawled out of a grave. He had indeed been pulled back from the brink of death...

The illness left him lying in bed motionless, and he could only survive on a little meat paste and watery porridge.

Basically, he was a dying man, but he had come back from the edge of death. This was not a joke played by anyone, nor was it his own will... It was his strong desire to live as a human being...

When people are healthy, they may want everything.

Money, power, sex, or anything else, as long as you dare to think about it, that is what people want...

But when people's bodies begin to lose health, or when health is gone forever, everyone wants nothing anymore. They only think that they need health and life, not other messy things.

Because being alive is the only thing that matters.

Then this itself is the whole meaning of life.

No one is really willing to give up their own life, and no one is really willing to give up their right to live for no reason...

The right to live is what people truly desire, are truly willing to protect with their lives...

Although it feels strange, it is true... In times of despair, when there is no miracle to turn to for help, giving up your life easily is the only and must be the stupidest thing in the world.

Because the fact that every person can meet, get to know and understand each other is itself an ordinary miracle that happens one after another and never stops.

He walked slowly to the window with his cane, watching the birds singing and the bustling crowds passing by the small courtyard of 202 Charles Street. Everything was so clear, and the world that these eyes could see was so vivid...

He saw the birds flapping their wings in the sky, and the lush green leaves of the huge apple tree in front of the door. It was a vibrant green that caught his eyes and made them so comfortable...

Perhaps there is one less hesitant boy in this world who is obsessed with thinking about the meaning of life, and one more man who no longer asks people in this world how to live and how to find the meaning of life.

He should take every day seriously... every person seriously, even himself.

This way, he would not let down everything, everything, everything he had experienced.

"Haa ...

Although his body is now very weak, his spirit will never be old again.

"If only I had understood it earlier..." He muttered to himself, looking at the birds flying outside the window... "But it doesn't matter... It doesn't matter..."

Chang Yufeng put on the white sheet and suddenly felt a little cold, but after putting on the sheet, he felt much better.

He was supposed to do a lot of things, but after experiencing some things, he felt that those things might not be important to him anymore.

Now when I think about it, all my naivety and maturity have vanished into thin air.

In a sense, it is impossible for him to do everything well, or to have no regrets in everything he does.

Now, he really needs to make a change...

There are many things he needs to do, and they are even very long, but when it comes down to it, there are only a few.

The first thing he had to do was to figure out who this woman in his mind was.

This has troubled him for a long time... Perhaps he should post a missing person notice, telling this woman who may have existed and appeared in his world that he is looking for her, and he must also know where this person is...

The second thing he had to do was to find his biological parents.

This was his original intention for coming to this world, and it was also the trigger for everything. If he could find out who his parents were, perhaps the problem could be solved.

Although the only clue he knew was a piece of jade engraved with a blue dragon, the word "Ning" on it was so clear and told him thrillingly that his real name might not be Chang Yufeng, but Ning Yufeng.

But first, what he needs to do is to complete his studies in Fulan.

Although I don’t know if his weak and sick body can survive the boring and heavy schoolwork.

No matter where he wants to go, he needs an identity. As a graduate of Fran, although he is a cheating student, his reputation is still very loud and can help him solve many obstacles in his journey.

The world is never short of arrogance and prejudice, nor is it short of people with high expectations but poor skills.

The things he wanted, while supporting him to come into this world, were also telling him that everything, everything, seemed to be arranged, invading everything about him...leaving him with no way to resist.

If he wants to resist now, he needs to put in a hundred times more effort.

This is not a joke, and it is definitely not a joke he plays on himself. He really needs to do this.

It is possible to graduate from Fulan early.

In a sense, Fran's senior department needed a magic research report of its own, and it also needed to study an element with great possibility and create a magic that had never been seen before...

Although he didn't know magic, a strange ring [Heart of the Mountains] gave him enough power. The black flames were so swift that he was instantly in a carnival of power and couldn't extricate himself.

Although he was proficient in and had studied the research direction of mechanical precision, he was still able to obtain the qualification for rapid graduation through novel and unconventional innovations.

This is extremely rare. Even Erica, who is gifted in magic, shows no signs of developing any new magic.

He walked down the stairs with a cane. The way felt very long. He should have been strong and could have walked two steps at a time, but at this moment, there was no way he could walk faster.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will have to live with a small cane for a long time.

"You're not well yet, so it's best not to walk around..." Erica quickly put down the magic book in her hand and ran over to hold his hand, but he waved his hand and slowly walked down the stairs.

It looks very difficult with each step.

"I want to go out for a walk..." He smiled and didn't let Erica support him: "I also want to go to the spirit world, but I'm afraid that now, even walking around this house will take me a whole day, let alone going to all parts of the spirit world."

"If you want to get better soon, you'll probably have to wait a long time. At least for the next few months, you won't look good."

Erica still held his shoulders and walked step by step to the sofa to stay by his side.

"Ah~ Then my plan will be ruined~"

Chang Yufeng smiled lightly, as if he was thinking of his childish self again, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"Brother, what do you want to do? Recently, many organizations have come to the school to recruit people. Uncle Tang Zilong's caravan is looking for people with superb leading skills. If brother is in good condition, he can definitely give it a try."

Erica picked up the coffee on the table and started drinking it, then slowly tasted the big strawberry next to it.

"That's true. When I was a kid, I learned a lot of guiding skills from Master Tom." Chang Yufeng nodded: "If I were just going to Lastal to be a guide, I guess it would be about the same."

"I even helped you to shield your parents from questioning... Now that I think about it, it's so wonderful. I could lie so easily without being suspected by adults."

Erica smiled helplessly again, grabbed a strawberry and put it in her mouth, then took out the small stem of the strawberry from her mouth: "Now, if I don't ask, no one will know what you are thinking, brother. Things are really different now, and things are changing so fast. Time waits for no one."

"If time waits for someone, then it will be a disaster. The people in the empire won't have to seek immortality every day. They are always busy refining pills and medicines, but in the end, it's always for nothing."

He sighed, because his current state was actually in vain. It seemed that he remembered nothing, his mind was blank, and yet it seemed that he remembered everything?

"No one is not afraid of death... I can understand, but I can't accept it..."

Erica ate another strawberry, lay on her side, and patted her skirt.

"If everyone could achieve immortality by making elixirs, then there would be almost no need for alchemy in this world..."

"what's up?"

Chang Yufeng looked at Erica, put his crutches aside, and closed his eyes as if he was really ready to rest.

"In that case, there would be no need to live. No one would die anyway. That would be a very, very bad thing."

Erica explained with a proud look on her face, mixed with your opinion.

"Why? I don't understand..."

Chang Yufeng had just recovered from a serious illness, and it seemed as if his brain circuits had never returned to normal.

He looked at everything that Erica had arranged at 202 Charles Street and couldn't help but feel emotional.

"Because resources are limited... No one wants to live a life where everyone can only afford one bite of food..."

(End of this chapter)