planet reborn

The old man's mood was very calm. He continued to emphasize in an unhurried manner: "You don't want to shut me out like this. It's very impolite to treat an old friend like this."

"Fuck you!" I began to curse: "I don't know you at all. Leave my home and get away."

The old man didn't speak anymore, but the door was opened. He was still standing at the door kindly and smiling at me. I was sure I had locked the door before I entered. How could he open it so easily. I almost lost control of my urine.

However, I still kept an aggressive posture and stared at the old man, as if I was defending my last bit of poor dignity.

The old man turned around and closed the door, spreading his hands to show that he meant no harm. He said, "It's indeed a bit hard to accept, but I believe you will gradually like all of this."

I started to retreat into the living room. Behind me was the bedroom door. There was a balcony in the bedroom. My family lived on the second floor. If there was any change, I could still escape from there. The old man walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboard above his head.

There was a bucket full of potato chips, with two flavors, one was the original flavor that my girlfriend liked, and the other was the onion flavor that I liked. He reached for a bucket of onion flavor, and then took it from the refrigerator next to it.

Take out a bottle of sugar cola that I am used to drinking. This food combination is my favorite at ordinary times, and it is my best pastime to pass the time while chatting. When the old man took out these things, I saw that he did not hesitate at all, like

Picking up things is as casual as if you were at home.

"What on earth are you going to do?" I asked him, my trembling voice showing that I had no ability to resist.

He was not in a hurry to answer my questions, but concentrated on eating potato chips and drinking Coke. After letting out a satisfied burp, he turned his attention to me and said: "When I was in the restaurant, I told you

You, understanding something requires a step-by-step process, and premature announcement of the answer will be detrimental to you. No, this is just the beginning, and you already have some indigestion reactions."

Seeing the mocking expression on his face, my chest heaved violently. I didn't know how to answer him, but at least I could ask my question: "What happened? Where was I?"

The old man put down the half-drunk Coke, wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction and said, "You can also ask yourself this question? Where do you think it is?" [

"Where am I?" I muttered the question, not knowing how to answer him.

"I asked you that question." The old man continued to take out potato chips from the bucket and chewed them gently: "In this world, you can see, you can hear, you can touch, you can feel, but this world

Is everything real?"

"Yes... it should be true." I nodded and answered him.

The old man was a little helpless at my answer. He took out a tissue from the tissue box on the operating table, wiped his hands carefully and said, "It seems I have to let you experience it again."

When I watch V at home, I often click the fast forward button on the remote control so that I can skip the scenes and plots that I don’t like early. Everything around me is moving as fast as the fast-forwarded shots. I look around at the buildings.

, streets, trees, and crowds all suddenly appeared and disappeared at an extremely fast speed. Only the old man and I stood facing each other, motionless until the mirror image returned to normal speed. He and I were already in the same room.

In the cafe, soft music surrounded my ears, and the aroma of coffee beans and cheese products was mixed in the air. Many people were sitting here drinking coffee. I came to a certain corner of this city.

The old man and I stood in the aisle, and people passed us from time to time. They didn't mind that we were blocking the way and politely went around. The old man smiled and said to me, "Do you still think all this is true?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't know."

The old man sat behind a table next to him, and at the same time stretched out his hand to signal me to sit down too. A waiter brought two cups of coffee. The old man picked up the small spoon on the tray and patiently stirred the coffee in front of him. After a while, he raised

He started to say to me who was still standing on the ground: "Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, but you just haven't accepted this fact yet."

I sat across from him. The cup of coffee in front of me did not arouse my interest. I stared at the old man and asked: "What on earth is going on? Where am I?"

The old man put down the spoon, picked up the coffee and took a sip. When he heard my question, he smiled mischievously and said, "Are you in your world now?"

"My world?" I asked him back. Everything that happened today was already bothering me, and now the conclusion the old man came up with made me even more confused.

"Your world." The old man put down his coffee cup, stretched out his hands and pointed at all the things around him.

"How is this possible? Are you kidding me?" I almost laughed out of guilt.

"I'm talking about a very serious matter." The old man turned serious at this time, and his seriousness made me immediately tighten my facial muscles that had just been somewhat relaxed.

The old man continued to drink coffee leisurely. He didn't mind my urgent mood at all. He pointed to the bustling street outside and said: "That's the world you think you should be in. It's real, colorful, but cruel."

.You are busy every day according to the rules set by this world, and you are subjected to all kinds of unfair treatment and all kinds of unknown blows. You resist with all your strength. Because you are very small, so small that you are not qualified to challenge this world. However, in order to survive, you

, have to endure all kinds of oppression. However, you have reserved a space of your own in your heart. This space comes from your spirit. It can also be said that each of us has such a private and independent space. Where you are now

It’s this space, your world.”[

"My world? My world?" I muttered these two words for a long time.

The old man looked at my expression and laughed again and said: "You have created a world that belongs to you. Everything here, every thing, and every person is created by you. As long as you want, you can limit it anytime, anywhere.

Expand your world.”

I looked at everything around me and found that it was not fundamentally different from the environment I usually lived in. I still didn't believe what the old man said, so I asked, "I... am."

"How did you get here?" The old man saw through my mind and asked me the second half of the question. Seeing my approval, he continued to play language games with me in a persuasive way: "Actually,

, you come to your world almost every day, but you don’t know your world very well yet, and I will guide you to complete this work.”