Chapter 73 Chapter 3 Freedom Like the Wind (5)

"It's very good. What I want is to live and die on its own. People who live and die on their own don't care what others think." Hai'an said, "Jill, you are others, making others who are not free. The world is full of you. This kind of rational civilized people, on the one hand, insists that they believe in freedom, and on the other hand, they force others to accept your concept of freedom. You can’t accept the different with tolerance. Don’t say tolerance, you don’t even have the imagination to understand. Even if I choose Fend and die, so what? Why do you correct me and regulate me? Who is qualified to help others choose a way of life and tell him that this is called happiness? No one! All I want is an uninterrupted existence , live only according to your own feelings, and don’t care about other people’s values, can’t you even tolerate this? Rational social elite?”

Marty hugged her knees in the wind, and suddenly the wind was no longer chilling her heart, and her heart felt a rush of heat.Live according to your own feelings, don't worry about other people's values.Didn't Jason tell her the same sentence back then?This sentence is not difficult to understand, but she has used it for so many years, so many years, and now she is beginning to taste a little bit of it. "Whether the development of civilization brings people happiness or destruction, even I can't decide." Jill said.Her voice gradually deepened and she regained her composure, "I only know that as long as there are people who don't rely on mere feelings but pay more attention to social responsibility, then the fate of mankind will have a future. The stick of culture has been passed down. In our hands, as intellectuals, that is our responsibility."

"Great humanism." Hai'an said, "I thought that only human beings would think that humanism is broad." "Aren't you human?" Jier bowed her head and stared at Hai'an. Hai'an finally showed a trace of impatience. He waved his hand and said, "I am. I have no choice." "I see," Marty said suddenly.Her volume is clear and everyone turns to her.Marty said, "I understand what you are going to say. You are right, Haian. I am full of pain of not being free. I only know that I want to break free from the shackles of values, but I don't think about what I will bear after breaking free. A life of values.

"For a long time, I thought that the problem was Taipei. This is a city that is too crowded and tense. Our lives are stuck in the process of earning money. I was so depressed that I didn't know what to do. No, I actually Knowing what to do, but too weak to change. I think the problem has nothing to do with Taipei, but with being a human being, having no choice, being a civilized modern man, enjoying the richest wisdom in our world Consciousness, and the most desolate spiritual life. Hai'an, you choose to escape from it, Jill, you would rather improve it, I think I should also find my own answer."

"Congratulations, you have finally been poisoned by the deadly Hai'an poison," Jill said. "The world is very big, beyond your imagination. Don't be so weak that you are limited by your own depression, and don't be so arrogant that you can find the absolute. Answer. Join this world, struggle and participate together. Only in this way, you will understand that the problem is not in this world, but in not spending time getting stuck in the problem. Can you understand? Matty, who is becoming decadent, Haian is ruthless, So being able to escape is his good skill, you will never be able to imitate it, I just ask you, don't think you have found your way too easily."

"Brother Ke is not ruthless." Xiaoye said crisply. "Isn't it?" Jill raised her eyebrows challengingly, her posture was very compelling. Hai'an sat up, but his expression was relaxed. Facing the sea breeze blowing from the Pacific Ocean, he just said lightly, "You won't understand my feelings." "..." Jier said, "Why don't I understand? Hai'an, you have something on your mind." "I don't hide things." "Damn Hai'an, you are too fake. How can I not see that you have something on your mind?" Jier sneered, "Your concern is in your bag."

Jill pointed to his bag. "Look, the fire is about to go out!" Xiaomei shouted. The campfire on the beach fluttered fragilely in the wind, the firewood had burned to the end, and the flames were now gradually shrinking, and soon there was only a neon glow left. "Hurry up, add more firewood!" Su Yuan said. "No more. I'll look around again." Xiaoye stood up. "No need." Hai'an also stood up and said, "Isn't it just looking for something to burn?" Hai'an unzipped the zipper on the top of his bag, and dumped the contents of the bag into the fire.At first, it was a few pieces of linen clothes, which soon caught fire, and the fire became active.Hai'an continued to shake off the items in the bag, and some heavy things fell down.In the flames, you can see a few books, some belongings, even a sleeping bag, some camping supplies, and a bottle of liquid that looks like kerosene shattered on the fire. The camera is also engulfed in flames.

"Haian! Are you crazy?" Su Yuan became anxious. "Brother Ke!" Xiaoye also called out, "I'll help you." Xiaoye helped Hai'an grab one end of the leather bag and shook it vigorously, finally all the contents in the bag fell into the fire.Hai'an simply threw the bag into the flames.He next took off his coat and fell into the fire, took off his shirt again and fell into the fire.Now that Hai'an was naked from the upper body, he roughly took out his wallet and threw it into the fire. "Crazy. Haian," said Jill, wrapping the woolen shawl around her upper body again.

A huge pile of Haian's belongings is now caught in a raging fire.The ferocious wind fueled the flames even more, something crackled in the fire, and where the strong wind blew, a few pieces of debris in the fire were rolled up, and they were blown far away in an instant.In the wind, something floated up for a long time. Marty stood up and chased after the small piece of paper.But the wind speed was far beyond what she could catch up with. Marty quickly followed along the sea line. The piece of paper fluttered provocatively in the air, drifting towards the rocky beach in the distance. middle.

Now Marty is far away from everyone, the beach here is dark, she stands on the edge of the beach, the sea pushes her back and forth, so cold, so quiet, so quiet that she seems to have abandoned the whole world, Only the wave and the piece of paper in the wave remained.Marty waited and watched, here he comes!The piece of paper floated in a white foam on the tide, and Marty waded up to his waist to pick it up. Under the light of the portable lighter, Marty confirmed his original guess with just one glance.This is the photo in Hai'an's wallet. Half of it has been burnt, and the remaining half has been burnt and curled, but the figure in the photo is still recognizable.This is the guy wandering in Madagascar, the hippie the locals call Jesus.The lower half of his bearded face was just burned away by the flames, leaving only the eyebrows above the bridge of the nose faintly visible.It looks almost like a replica of Hai'an.

My Madagascar!Marty came back to the bank and sat down dripping wet.The sea breeze stirred a string of wind chimes in her heart. My Madagascar!On the vast Xisa plain, the farmers there are still planting rice and spinning yarn in the gentle land. This man named Jesus is still continuing his silent wandering. Haian walked through here with his heavy camping supplies. Soil, and I, for a bunch of trivial and ridiculous reasons, are almost in my thirties and have not embarked on this long-awaited journey.Marty lit the fire again, just wanting to see the photos again, and that slight touch of Madagascar.She flipped through the photo and saw a line of handwriting. This is a row of small English characters, fortunately it was not burned by the fire, and it reads: "The eternal flight of myself from myself." Literally: the never-ending flight from myself, from myself.The actual moral, Marty doesn't know, seems to contain a kind of poetry that even poets can't understand.Marty lay on his back on the rocky beach, reciting this sentence softly, and enjoyed a strange and light rhythm while reciting. I am eternally flying away from myself... At least the associations in this picture are good, Marty thought, at least it is a free picture.