living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 490 Real and Unreal

Mu Lan didn't know how she spent the night. When she stood in front of the full-length mirror, she realized that her eye circles were dark, her complexion was dull, and she was very listless.

She didn't eat breakfast, and after getting dressed, she fled the house. Her mother called her several times, but she didn't look back.

On the way to school, he ran into Qi Hui again. Seeing that Mu Lan was not in the right state, he hurried over.

"What's wrong with you? How did you turn into panda eyes?"

panda eyes
This vocabulary is also very familiar, Mu Lan seems to have used these four words to tease someone at a certain time and place.

But she still couldn't think of it. Mu Lan grabbed her hair irritably. This feeling was too painful.

"Did you fail the monthly exam? Did my cousin throw a temper tantrum again? Or did he quarrel with his uncle?" Qi Hui joked with Mu Lan with a smile in his eyes.

"Looking at you like this, you must have stayed up late at night to read."

"Are all the students working so hard now?"

"Hey, why don't you go?"

Mu Lan felt cold all over, and she was sweating, because of Zieg's unintentional action, she realized a problem.

A terrifying question.

"You mean cousin?" Mu Lan suppressed her emotions and said hoarsely.

"Huh?" Qi Hui asked, "Cousin? What's wrong with my cousin?"

He would have misunderstood the meaning, thinking that Mu Lan was asking about his cousin, so he said casually: "What a coincidence, I met that kid Mu An on the road just now, they are about to enter high school, that hair grows so fast .”

Mu Lan closed her eyes and felt waves of chill coming over her.

My own age is 16 years old, half a year in high school, during this time, she is temporarily staying at her uncle's house.

His mother passed away when he was six years old, so how could he appear at home in good condition?

And there was a problem with that big house. In her memory, the house was resold to someone else.

She turned around slowly and looked in the direction she came from. There were only old buildings behind, alleys extending in all directions, and since it was early in the morning, there were still vendors hawking on the avenue, and a breath of life rushed towards her.

How could there be a villa in this area? The big house where she lived as a child was clearly on the outskirts of the city. If Mu Lan lived there, she wouldn't have time to walk to school.

"Mu Lan?" Qi Hui asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'll go to school first, I'll contact you later!"

After Mu Lan finished speaking, she ran up without looking back, leaving only the young man scratching his forehead in confusion.

Mu Lan ran wildly towards school. The inexplicable thoughts that suddenly appeared in her brain almost made her collapse. Mu Lan felt that she had completely fallen into skepticism. Now she doubted herself, her mother, Qi Hui and everyone around her. , and even doubt the whole world.

As a person with a desire to explore, she really wanted to use some kind of theory to answer all these, and the library became the only choice.

Her school is a provincial key high school with very high standards. The library is larger than that of some third-rate universities. After she swiped her student ID card, she plunged into the ocean of books.

In fact, philosophers in the past had many answers to the problem of binary opposition between "reality" and "illusion."

"Our world is real." and "Our world is illusory" both refer to "whether the information we collect is false or true."

As the existence of a carrier of thinking, Mu Lan carefully analyzed it and finally determined that the existence of "I" was real.

When "I" think about whether the world is true or false, I can already determine that the carrier of this thinking - "I" really exists.

Whether it is a "brain in a vat" or other wonderful forms, even if the whole world is false, Mu Lan can be sure that at least she is real, because illusion does not come out of thin air, but needs its foundation , Reasoning to the end, everything is still based on the truth.

For example, if you are dreaming, everything in the dream is false, but there must be an absolute existence of "I", she may be on the upper level, maybe on the next level, in short, there must be an actual existence. layers.

After determining this most important point, Mu Lan gave up the idea of ​​​​committing suicide to "sober up". She wanted to use logic to solve all this.

"Master Zhao, why are you absent-minded these days?"

Zhao Ziyu glanced at the cigarette handed by his friend, and pushed it back.

"I don't smoke."

The person next to me smiled and said, "Are you afraid that your father will say something about you?"

Others also began to boo, "We are not afraid of the sky, the young master of the capital, there are also things to be afraid of!"

Zhao Ziyu shook his head, but he still didn't receive a cigarette. What everyone said was the same in the past. When he was young, his father was strict with him and had great expectations for him, but now.
The corner of his mouth twitched. Now he is living or dying outside, and his rich father will not frown. Maybe he would think that it would be better for his unworthy son to die outside, just out of sight and out of mind .

Several sky-high-priced sports cars were parked in the downtown area, attracting a crowd of onlookers. Among them, Zhao Ziyu's sports car attracted the most attention. It was dazzling and flamboyant in fiery red color. Its gorgeous streamlines and the low roar of the engine all showed the worth of the sports car owner. .

Zhao Ziyu just drove a few laps on the private racing track, and Zhao Ziyu felt that it was not enough. The bustling metropolis, with fiery red speeding under the neon lights, was his dream track.

With a heartbeat, Zhao Ziyu closed the car door gracefully, and shouted to the side: "Run here for two laps?"

"Here?" My friend said in surprise, "You're crazy! Do you think the traffic police don't care?"

"Then you don't know something. Mr. Zhao is a frequent visitor to traffic news, otherwise how did he get his name out?" another person said with a smile.

Zhao Ziyu laughed dryly. This title is not good. He became a frequent visitor to the traffic police team after speeding, changing lanes, racing and running red lights. He often joked with others, saying that he could find the door of the traffic police team with his eyes closed.

"Racing is boring." A tall, thin young man with thin cheeks looked at Zhao Ziyu, "Let's go, come with me to a nice place, we have a surprise today."

"What surprise?" Zhao Ziyu asked.

"Is it still a surprise to tell you?" The thin young man shrugged and continued to seduce, "Let's go, it's definitely worth the trip."

"Okay, you lead the way." Zhao Ziyu started the engine.

Afterwards, in the night of the capital, several high-end sports cars shuttled on the road. Zhao Ziyu steered the steering wheel with one hand, looking forward to where he was going next.

There is no way, for Zhao Ziyu, there is really no way to have fun, his life is just looking glamorous, only he knows that after the bustle is gone, the loneliness after opening the door every time seems a bit ridiculous.

The piercing sound of brakes resounded through the street, Zhao Ziyu slapped the horn hard, and looked angrily at the dark shadow in front of him.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhao?"

"Don't you look at the road!" Zhao Ziyu almost hit the child in front of the car. If he hadn't reacted in time, the speed of the sports car could have knocked the kid into the sky, and his life would have been lost.

The child who was almost hit didn't react at all. He had no anger or other emotions. Instead, he ran directly to the woods nearby.

Zhao Ziyu frowned, he thought it was Pengci, after all, this kid was dressed in tatters, like a beggar.

"Forget it, let's go."

(End of this chapter)