Dragon Race: Start with Summoning Eri Yi

Chapter 99 A Song in 10 Minutes?

"You're right."

Xia Mu smiled without seeming any annoyance.

But before a triumphant smile appeared on Zhao Menghua's face, he asked again: "Then, I want to ask you, except for the Chinese civilization, where have all the other ancient civilizations gone?"

"They're all extinct." Zhao Menghua replied without hesitation, probably thinking that Xia Mu was testing his historical knowledge.

Xia Mu nodded, approvingly: "Well said, so, what is the significance of inheritance to those extinct ancient civilizations?"

Zhao Menghua opened his mouth to speak, but froze again.

For an extinct civilization, inheritance... is indeed a white pass...

"Even if it is Chinese civilization, after a few thousand years, can you really guarantee that it will continue to be passed on?" Xia Mu asked again.

"I..." Zhao Menghua was tongue-tied.

"Also, do you know how many years the earth has existed?" Xia Mu asked.

Zhao Menghua was a little uncertain: "40 billion?"

"To be precise, it is 46 billion years." Xia Mu looked at him with a smile. "Then you can calculate how long human beings have survived and how much time they have occupied in the long years of the earth."

Zhao Menghua was silent.

When the perspective is infinite, you will find that many things lose their meaning, which is nihilism.

Xia Mu does not use this as a methodology to guide his life, but it does not prevent him from using it as a guide.

"Life is a gorgeous illusion, and time is like a thief, stealing everything away."

He said softly: "Besides time, what is immutable?"

Zhao Menghua looked at his compassionate appearance, then looked at Xia Liyi's eyes when he was looking at his back, and somehow blurted out: "Yes!"

"What is it?"

Xia Mu almost gave him a thumbs up.

It's such a good supporting role, and it spares no effort to set off the atmosphere.

"It's a trace of existence!"

Zhao Menghua took a short breath, and then said loudly: "Even if human beings are extinct one day, there will be other life and other civilizations in the future. They will find traces of human existence, and they will know that many years ago, in such a legendary era, Such a magical human civilization was born, they will study our past, record it in the annals of history, and pass it on forever, until the end of the universe!"

I have to say that he is still somewhat talented, and he is not a complete idiot, otherwise he would not be liked by the literary girl Chen Wenwen.

"it is good!"

Many Xia Liyi fans cheered and applauded.

Ordinary people generally adopt a dichotomy when facing arguments, either standing on the left or on the right, and these fans are naturally on the opposite side of Xia Mu.

In fact, Xia Mu is fully aware that there is no absolutely correct answer to this question, and the purpose of this program is not to discuss clearly the problems of life, but to guide people to think and find a way of life that suits them.

"Okay, you said there are traces, right?"

Xia Mu leaned on the back of the sofa and smiled faintly: "How do you plan to leave traces of existence?"

Zhao Menghua didn't understand it for a while: "As long as we have been here, how can there be no traces? We have so much network information, so much hard disk data, these are all traces."

"How many years can it be stored?" Xia Mu smiled, "Let me tell you, this kind of information storage device can't be stored for 100 years."

"We still have physical text and book records..." Zhao Menghua said.

Xia Mu shook his head: "In a few hundred years, everything will decay and degrade."

"Let me tell you..."

He stood up: "Although the explosion of human technology has produced countless information, the best way to preserve the traces of civilization and let future civilizations know about us..."

All eyes were on him.

Xia Mu shook his head and smiled: "It can only be carved on stone, just like primitive people do."

There was a muffled uproar from the audience seats, and many people fell into deep thought.

It turns out that these creations that human beings are proud of are nothing in front of time?

"I have to add," Xia Mu continued, "Even if it is carved on stone, it cannot be preserved for more than 5000 million years."

The audience fell into silence, and Zhao Menghua sat down on his seat, murmuring in disbelief: "It turns out that time can really steal everything..."

What is the significance of the heritage we strive for, strive for, and want to preserve, or the traces of civilization?
At this moment, millions of people are thinking with Xia Mu.

"That's my point of view."

Xia Mu walked to the front of the stage, looked at the camera, looked at everyone, his eyes were deep and peaceful.

"In this world we live in, there is no eternity that cannot be changed, no beauty that cannot be broken, and no parting that cannot be avoided..."

"When we get old, we will find that all the regrets and nostalgia can't be taken away, there is no regret that can be washed away, and there is no chance to rewrite the story..."

"Life is like a piece of confetti in the end, not as bright as a petal was once."

He said in a low voice.

"We came from darkness, and we return to darkness. Who will it be next time?"

"So, life is meaningless."

A sense of nothingness permeates everyone's heart.

When the host Lu Yu noticed this scene, he couldn't help but secretly feel awe-inspiring.

If things go on like this, maybe many people will commit suicide!

"I do not believe!"

She suddenly strode back to the stage, and said loudly: "I don't believe that life is meaningless! That's too cruel! I believe you don't think so, do you?"

Lu Yu almost hinted extremely clearly, stop playing, it really made many people desperate, so let's finish playing together.

Countless blank eyes focused on Xia Mu's face.

But they found that handsome man standing in front of everyone, and the expression on his face made many people puzzled.

"Is there such a tear that can wash away regret..."

"Give me another chance to rewrite the story, and apologize to my previous life..."

Past and present lives passed before his eyes like a fleeting glimpse, and he felt sorry for the past life that he didn't treat well.

Life has no meaning, every moment of feeling and experience is the ultimate meaning.

Xia Mu suddenly went back to the sofa and sat down, and stretched out his hand to Erika: "Give me the pen and paper."

Erika skillfully took it out and gave it to him.

Xia Mu then lay down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, writing vigorously.

Everyone was confused by him.

"Give me ten minutes," he said.

The host was stunned for a moment, walked up to him, carefully read what he wrote, and the expression on his face gradually became surprised.

The last time I wrote a song in 10 minutes, it seems that Jay Chou wrote "Dear That Isn't Love".

Does she want to witness it with her own eyes now?

The off-site director also noticed this, and was so excited that he almost didn't jump up.

Although this program does not rely on such gimmicks, will the inspiration generated during the exploration of the meaning of life produce a song that fits the program perfectly?
He knows Xia Mu's songs and completely trusts his creative ability!
(End of this chapter)