Zongman: I have really retired!

Xia Youjie looked at his childhood self in confusion.

when did it happen?

Has he ever been so weak?

Although Xiao Xia Youjie was a little hesitant, he still walked up to this big brother and thanked him, "Thank you..."

Xia Youjie looked at Xiao Xia Youjie, a little stunned. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

After a long time, Xia Youjie slowly said, "Why don't you escape? They all escaped, right?"

Xiao Xia Youjie was a little surprised. His face turned a little red, but he still answered seriously: "Of course I can escape, but if I don't eliminate him, he will hurt more people."

"Then...why do you want to protect them?"

Because magicians want to protect non-magicians, because they are weak and I am strong.

Obviously Xiao Xia Youjie hasn't replied yet, but Xia Youjie still gave himself the answer in his heart.

That was the correct theory that he had been adhering to in his previous life. Although he had been vaguely aware of the error in it, he had no chance to regret it. He could only go to the dark side.

"Because I don't want others to get hurt like me."

What? Xia Youjie's pupils shrank. At this time, his mind seemed to be filled with endless negative thoughts, but every choice was a desperate one.

What's the reason? Was this what he thought when he was little?

Xiao Xia Youjie didn't notice Xia Youjie's strange reaction. He continued to say enthusiastically:

"I have been injured since I was a child because I often saw strange things. One time I picked up a knife and wanted to resist.

My neighbor's sister saw it, and she scolded me angrily. I asked her why, and she said she accidentally hurt herself while playing with a knife when she was a child, and she still has scars on her hands. Because I have been hurt by a knife, I don’t want me to be hurt by a knife again.

Later, when I grew up and became stronger, I was thinking that I saw those monsters hurt and scared when they were hurt, so wouldn't they be even more scared when they were hurt unknowingly?

So I destroy them as much as possible, and I'm strong! She's not the sister who cries when she falls! "

His voice is softer

"Obviously she can't see the monster, obviously she's so afraid of pain...

But he still caught me when I fell down the stairs because of the curse... and said I was very small... very weak...

She is obviously the weak one..."

Xiao Xia Youjie's voice suddenly became louder again.

"Did you know? One time, there was a little monster on the teacher's neck that hurt him. I massaged it to get rid of it. The teacher laughed very happily! He even treated me to some sweets..."

It was probably the first time that Xiao Xia Youjie saw someone similar to himself. He chattered a little bit and told all the things related to the cursed spirit that he had encountered in his life.

But at this time, Xia Youjie could no longer hear what was behind him clearly.

All I can think about is: "I don't want others to get hurt like me."

Because I have experienced the pain of being hurt, I don’t want others to experience the same feeling.

He is also a living person...

He will be happy because of others' thanks, happy when playing with friends, and sad because of others' incomprehension. There are also things that he cannot do. He is not an omnipotent god, but a relatively strong person... …

He suddenly thought of a passage his grandfather had given him before he left:

Every feeling is wonderful, including resentment, including envy, jealousy, cruelty. We live to experience these poor, wonderful, brilliant feelings, and every emotion we reject is a star we extinguish.

-- Hermann Hesse, "Klingsor's Last Summer"

He calmed down. In his first life, he always insisted on the strong man protecting the weak, that is, the magician protected the non-magician...

but……

When did it become his right statement that magicians are strong and non-magicians are weak?

When, exactly when?

…………

"Why does Superman have to protect those bad guys?"

As a child, Xia Youjie asked the classmate next to him while holding a comic book.

Although his classmate was weird because he had an extra line on his head due to poor health, he was one of the rare people willing to talk to a weirdo like himself, so Xia Youjie was still willing to be friends with him when he was a child.

"Because they are weak. Superman is stronger than them, right? The strong should protect the weak."

The classmate seemed to take it for granted. Xia Youjie was a little confused. Is this true? Why do I always feel like something is wrong? Those bad guys have hurt others, so why should we protect them?

After returning home, Xia Youjie asked many people, and the answers he got were that the strong should protect the weak.

Since so many people say it is right, then it should be right...

Xia Youjie suddenly came to his senses. This was a word game. In his first life, he had never been exposed to such things as ghost stories and was completely fooled.

The genius of this sentence is that it is half right and half wrong.

It is right for the strong to protect the weak, but it also has preconditions, and this precondition is wrong...

When Xia Youjie came to his senses, he was no longer under the treatment of the "psychiatrist"...

Later, for some unknown reason, Xia Youjie went back to his hometown to look for the old man.

He still can't forget the way the old man was furious when he told the old man his right opinion.

The old man, who was already in his seventies, was still in good health. After listening to his serious arguments, his eyes widened and he asked angrily who told him these fallacies.

It looked like he was going to kill someone with a knife as soon as he learned the answer. The old man also asked if it was the unreliable parents who had given birth to a child long ago.

In the end, Xia Youjie had no choice but to tell him that it was just his own thoughts, and then the old man said with hatred on his face that he was just a piece of wood, and that the decades of books he had read were lost in his stomach.

The old man even bought him a dozen ideological and political books at his own expense. For an old man who is so frugal that he lives in a big villa worth millions and still collects bottles for a few cents a day, those ten books are really his hard work for several months.

Later, the old man wrote a passage in his book: The so-called strong people exist to help those struggling in the abyss of pain. Don’t be influenced by others. You will know what you want. Don’t Resist him, he is already a part of you.