Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 80 Revelation
"But how can humans atone for their sins?" Su Mengfan asked.

"Nobody knows except the Watchers. Humans don't understand these kinds of questions because they don't know the Watchmen's standards."

"So it is possible that human beings will never be able to clean up the sins they committed?" Su Mengfan felt baffled.

"Do you feel uneasy?" Yevgeny Dmitrievich shrugged, and blew two larger and more beautiful smoke rings, one passing through the other.

There was a moment of silence—the silence was slight at first, and gradually became thicker and more pronounced.

Su Mengfan felt that he had to break the silence no matter what, just say something stupid or make some noise, so he asked, "Where are you from?"

"I used to live at the Smolink station, not far from the subway, about 5 minutes away." Yevgeny Dmitrievich replied,
Su Mengfan looked at him in surprise and thought: How could he live near the subway?He must be referring to a tunnel not far from the subway station.

"You've got to walk past the food stand, where we buy beef sometimes, and there's always some custom girls standing around the stand, and there's a police officer there. . . . Authority."

Yevgeny Dmitrievich continued to speak, and Su Mengfan realized that he was talking about the past.

"Yeah... me too, I live not far from here, in a tall building in Kalinsky," said Sergey Andreevich,

"I heard from someone five years ago that it was in ruins... the book building is still there, and all the cheap paperbacks are still standing on the shelves untouched, can you believe it? The tall building has only a pile Dust and lumps of cement. So weird."

"What was life like at that time?" Su Mengfan asked curiously.

He likes to ask older people such questions, and those who are asked stop what they are doing to talk to him.

Their eyes will take on a dreamy color, their voices will be completely different, and their faces will seem ten years younger.

The pictures they recalled when they narrated the story were completely different from the pictures that Su Mengfan put together based on his imagination, but they all enjoyed it.

How sweet, how painful, makes people feel sad...

"Well, look, what a wonderful time it was, and now... ah... we're suffering."

Dmitrievich repeated the answer.

Now, Su Mengfan can never imagine the picture in the white-haired mind. When the other elder realized this, he immediately explained.

"We had a great time and had a good time."

"Yes, that's what I mean. We're suffering," Evgeny Dmitrievich said with certainty.

"I used to have a green Moscow Passenger Bus Factory model 2141 car. I spent almost all my salary to buy it! I installed a stereo on it and changed the oil.

At one point, I foolishly swapped its carburetor for a sports car model and sped it up with nitrous oxide! ’ He was clearly caught up in reminiscences of the good old days,
"At that time, it was so easy to get a sports car carburetor and put it in my car!" The blurred look on his face made Su Mengfan look forward to it.

Su Mengfan felt very ashamed, because he could only understand a small part.Due to paralysis in my previous life, I never learned about cars.

"Alcorn probably doesn't even know what the Moscow Car Works is, let alone what a carburetor is." Sergey Andreevich interrupted his friend's sweet recollection.

"Why doesn't he understand?" The thin man glanced at Su Mengfan angrily.

Su Mengfan was staring at the ceiling, pretending to concentrate his thoughts.

"Well, why are you burning books?" He changed the subject slyly.

"We've finished reading it. Anyway, you should explain to us what you're doing with your clothes—are you a religious fanatic or something?" Evgeny Dmitrievich finished. , and started hitting him.

"No, no, of course not," Su Mengfan quickly explained, "But they did help me." He just explained in a general way without going into depth.

"Yes, yes, that's their method. Loneliness, depression... huh... that sort of thing," said Evgeny Dmitrievich, nodding.

"You know, I have attended their meetings, and what they said was so strange," Su Mengfan said, "I stood and listened for a while, but I couldn't last long.

For example, the most evil thing about the devil is that he wants to take the glory for himself... I thought it was so evil before, but it turned out to be just jealousy.Is this world really that simple? Does anyone not want to share glory and worship? "

"This world is not that simple." Sergey Andreevich affirmed his words, took the hookah from the blond hand and started smoking.

"One more thing...they say the most important qualities of a god are kindness, kindness and forgiveness, and he is a loving and omnipotent god.

But at the same time, he expelled the humans who violated his will from the kingdom of God and demoted them to the mortal world.

Then a bunch of people died—this is not terrible—what is terrible is that the god sent his son to save the people, and let him die so badly. When his son was dying, he called the god to ask why he had to abandon it. he.

His blood is used to cleanse the sins committed by humans who have offended the gods, so that people can return to the kingdom of God to gain eternal life.

What is this all about?

It's all bullshit, because he shouldn't have punished all innocent people so harshly.

Or that he shouldn't have been punished for that long after all, since he was offended a long time ago.

Why would he sacrifice his beloved son, even betray him?What kind of love is this?What kind of person is happy to be angry?Where is Almighty? "

Sergey, what Andreevich said is completely different from what the old man said before.

But Su Mengfan still thought that the old man was abnormal.

"The statement is a bit crude, but it's generally true," Sergey Andreevich said approvingly, passing the hookah to his companion.

"I also want to express some opinions." Yevgeny Dmitrievich took a deep breath of cigarettes into his lungs and smiled with satisfaction.

After a minute's pause, he continued, "If there's anything special about their gods, it's not love, or justice, or forgiveness.

Of all the things that have happened to Earth since it was... er... created, there is only one love for the gods: His love of funny stories.

First he sets up an interesting plot, and then retreats behind the scenes to see what happens next.

If the finish was too bland, he added some pepper.

So what Shakespeare said is right, the world is a stage.It just means different. ’ he concluded.

(End of this chapter)