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Xiaochu doesn't have his own mobile phone yet, but his father's old mobile phone has been kept in a drawer in the living room. In the past, he would secretly take it out to charge, then download games and play for a while, or watch his favorite cartoons. His parents never noticed because they only reached out to check whether the TV and computer were hot. There are still some undeleted photos in the old mobile phone, which were taken by his father when he was at work. Many of them contain a strange and young woman. His father would never bother to hide this kind of photo, just like his mother would never go out of her way to hide who she went to the dance club with. They haven't sat down to eat together for many years, but they still live in the same house because that's how they live.

Xiao Chu is not particularly troubled by the relationship between his parents. In fact, he felt that this was better, because when one of them scolded or beat him, the other would deliberately contradict the other because he hated the other, and blamed the other for Xiao Chu's mistakes. Didn't take the time to educate, or inherited a stupid mind. Xiaochu had learned to stay silent as much as possible at such moments, letting himself be forgotten by the two angry adults. He has never longed for harmony between his parents like in the TV series, because he always felt that it had nothing to do with him. Several times his parents asked him who he would rather be with if they got divorced, but Xiaochu just kept his eyes open and said nothing; sometimes they scolded him because it was his stupidity that ruined the marriage. Can't you be a little more discerning? His parents would always ask this after every quarrel, as if they thought he should stop the endless swearing and yelling between the two. Xiaochu never figured out what he was supposed to do. No one taught him how to mediate the conflict between two adults, maybe because he was really stupid and stupid.

If he had been a genius, or at least smart enough to read people's silent glances and odd expressions, his parents' lives would have been very different. Their marriage will be happy and comfortable, and at least their children will play their normal mediating role, understand their distress and solve their problems. Otherwise, how can children repay their parents for their kindness in giving birth? Unfortunately, he is too stupid and incompetent to be a qualified child.

But that night Xiaochu had a new idea. Maybe the idea had already occurred to him. When he was listening to the stories about Cai Ji in a daze, and when he noticed that the teacher was particularly kind to the students who paid for tuition, that idea was like being pressed in a vat. The gourd at the bottom comes up again and again: these things are not his fault, they are all the fault of adults.

Is not it? It's obviously the adults who have messed up everything in the world. It was his parents who ruined their lives and then dumped all the blame on him, expecting him to fix everything. But he can't, and neither can all clever genius children, because the adults are hopeless. They have brought disaster to the entire world, leaving Xiaochu with no place to go, and they accuse him of not being able to solve the mess they created. Cai Ji was also driven out of his hometown and the auto repair shop by the adults. The adults always blame each other and tell the kids it's the fault of the city guy or the country guy, the fault of the rich or the poor, the fault of the man or the woman, but in all these groups the adults don't go out of their way to differentiate between the children because A child is nothing more than an accessory to his owner's group, because - all children who survive must become adults. And since they already have the power to control their children's survival, they will not continue to blame adults. This problem of being destined to become his own enemy cannot be solved unless he stops growing up.

No more growing up. Xiaochu read this sentence mechanically. He thought about moths, something he had always been afraid of. When he was a child, he raised silkworms in shoeboxes. He was so excited to see these fat, white, stupid insects eating leaves. But when they first broke out of their cocoons, Xiaochu was horrified to see something completely different. He was afraid of the weird eyes and patterns of silk moths, and more importantly, they could fly and throw their terrifying bodies onto his face, eyes, and even get into his clothes. In his midnight nightmares, they would even burrow down his nose and mouth and into his internal organs.

This is transformation. Transforming one thing into another, turning a childish and cute silkworm into an incomprehensible monster. This is growing up. One day his body will become bloated and heavy, his face will have hateful pustules accumulated from grease and time, and his mouth will reek of tobacco and alcohol. He could only watch as he turned into a copy of his parents, just like watching an alien monster emerge from his current body, and then use his name and identity to hatch new monsters. He doesn't want to turn into a moth. But silkworms will eventually turn into moths. Therefore, all adults and children are ultimately the same thing.

At the midnight when he made up his mind, Xiao Chu hid in the corner of the living room, checked the route on the map, wrote down all the road names in his notebook, then typed a long message and sent it to Cai Ji through his secret social account. . He said he was going to find the boy carrying the guitar, or the old shipyard the boy mentioned. But he didn't write down his purpose of going there because he didn't know it yet. The boy said that the engineers in the old shipyard liked to help others, and that the engineer was working on a project that satisfied everyone. Xiao Chu could not imagine that there was such a project in the world, and he was too old to believe in the existence of supermen or gods. But he still wants to go, because the boy carrying the guitar will not lie for no reason, and he knows this.

If I don't come back, he pressed the screen of his mobile phone to write the last message, "You should come to this place to find me." He was not worried at all when he wrote this sentence. He didn't write these words with the thought that if he was captured by bad guys, at least he would have an insider. He never thought that this was some kind of death message. He was just sharing his secrets with his friends, just like those many dusk in front of the car repair shop. Good friends should not hide from each other. Even if the guitar boy had not invited Cai Ji, he still hoped that Cai Ji would come to the old shipyard and see that powerful engineer with him.

After he sent the message, he deleted the chat software and put the phone back to its original place. His parents will never know about this, and they don’t even know Xiaochu has his own social media account. How could his son have the guts to watch those dirty things on the Internet behind their backs? They believe everything is under their control. However, it was on this night that Xiaochu put his transportation card, key chain and a few pieces of change deep in the drawer into his backpack and quietly walked out of the house. After daybreak, his parents will find that he has disappeared with his schoolbag, and they will think that he went to school early after being punished last night. It would be at least twelve hours before they felt something was wrong. At that time, they would not go to the police immediately, because after all, it is a shameful thing for a child to run away from home. They would still wait all night to see if Xiaochu would come back on his own because they had no money to eat.

Xiaochu didn't think about whether he would be hungry tomorrow night, or the punishment he would face after being found home by the police. Somehow, he was convinced that as long as he found the old shipyard, these problems would be solved.

Go ahead. Go find engineers who make everyone happy. He walked into the city night. It was as if he could see the midnight streets clearly for the first time in his life. It was dark and quiet all around, and the light from the street lamps was as pale as frost. The buildings on both sides looked down at him silently, making him feel that he was so small and could disappear without a trace in the depths of darkness at any time. He would definitely die on the road. freeze to death. starve. Captured and sold. Before today, he was just an ungrateful parasite staying in his parents' house. How could he survive in this larger and colder world? He could only go back home, go back to school, go back to the route his parents had planned for him, in order to escape from falling into this lonely and terrifying darkness. He found himself shakily moving forward. The thought of going home forced him to walk deeper into the night. The worst outcome, he told himself, was to die early, like a silkworm that failed to become a moth. Death is a terrible thing, but it has no concrete form and his parents avoid talking about it, which makes the word become a weapon to prove himself. As long as he is not afraid of death, he can be above his parents to some extent. He also thought of Cai Ji's uncle, the man who accidentally ate rat poison and died. It is said that he died very quickly, and the process may be painful, but as long as it is fast enough, it will be shorter than ten years or a hundred years!

Xiaochu slowly walked out of the residential area. He held the notebook with the route in his hand and checked the route by the light from time to time. On the mobile map, this route only crosses a district line, zigzagging through two and a half screens. He did not expect that the dozens of road names and side roads he had memorized would actually take him several hours of walking. Fortunately, the nights in the city are not as dark as in the countryside. When he walked from the residential building to the downtown area, the darkness was thinned by various shops open at night. Sometimes people who were getting off work in the early morning passed him by, or passengers in passing vehicles looked at him from the window. Their surprised eyes would make Xiaochu's heart clenched tightly. He tried hard to think about what he would do if he was stopped, how to explain that a child like him was walking around at night. But in the end, no car stopped for him, and no one asked him questions. Everyone had their own things to do, and he didn't realize that instead of looking like a lost runaway, he looked as calm as a man on his way home.

Gradually, he no longer felt afraid, but thought about all the little things in his past life. He sometimes remembered his classmates discussing a certain sports star and running shoe brand that he didn't know at all, and sometimes he thought of his grandma standing in front of the stove when she was alive. She was always mumbling in front of the earthen stove, complaining that all her children ignored her. Her only son went to the city with a woman from out of town and has no conscience since then. She had always been the best person to Xiao Chu during her lifetime and never said a harsh word to him. It was as if everything Xiao Chu did was good and made her proud and happy. But every time he mentioned his parents, especially his mother, his grandma's voice became very strange, making him very scared, as if he had done something wrong.

This is how Xiaochu has always felt. He is always doing something wrong, always causing trouble and making others unhappy, but he himself cannot understand the reasons. His past life was so chaotic and unknowable, as if he was just a stray animal that accidentally wandered into the downtown area, causing people to scream no matter what he did. There were only a few moments when he felt that he was calm and safe, and did not have to be afraid of adults' anger and boredom that could burst out at any time.

But after today things will be different. There was a voice saying to Xiao Chu in the bottom of my heart. The voice was kind and calm, understandable. He told Xiaochu that everything would eventually pass, just like a long-distance race will eventually reach the end. An end, but not an end like his parents', but a new place, a new self. As he walked, he gradually forgot all his sorrow and fear. He looked at everything around him like a newborn baby: two huge ginkgo trees leaning against each other; broken clouds in the sky; and a long sound like a ship's whistle coming from the distance. He had never wondered about these things before—perhaps before he could remember, but then he stopped caring. He had many things to care about as a "Xiao Chu", so things that were not related to him were forgotten. But tonight he is no longer that little guy. He is a runaway child, a person with no name and no prejudice against the world. Now night and day are the same. Newborn babies are not afraid of anything. There are no supernatural boundaries for them. Then they can look at everything in the world impartially, seeing it as equally worthy of wonder. They surpass all adult philosophers in the detachment of their thoughts. There is only one thing that adult philosophers have but babies cannot: know themselves.

But what’s so important about self? That is just the tiniest perspective in the entire universe. It gives a biased and centralized interpretation of the objective things around us, causing it to appear distorted from the inside out like a whirlpool. Later, the engineer told this point of view. Only after seeing Xiao Chu did he understand how to describe his inner confusion. But on that night when he ran away, he just felt that the fear that had always accompanied him disappeared because his "self" had disappeared. He just blended into the nameless wind in the dark night, with a pair of innocent eyes without any old thoughts. A nameless person like this has nothing to fear when walking in the dark, not even ghosts or villains. In this way, he walked all the way to the engineer in the old shipyard. Just as the guitar boy said, the engineer accepted him and taught him, making all his past confusions disappear. Then the engineer asked him the most important question.

If he died unexpectedly in the middle of the journey that night, it might have been a tragedy for the world. Only Xiaochu himself understood that there was nothing regrettable about it. He thought that people didn't care much about him when he was alive, and would only sigh when he died. That was not because they cared about him much, but because "death" was quite a deterrent. People do not dare to curse others to death easily because if this curse is true, then they will be cursed to death sooner or later; people mourn for the death of strangers, but they are afraid that they will have such a fate sooner or later. . Although his parents usually insulted him, beat him, and regarded him as a drag on his incompetence, they had to cry and express their grief whenever he died. If there is no such thing as death in the world, how will his parents treat him? I'm afraid he won't be born at all, because people won't have to pay attention to each other from now on, and parents will naturally not live together. And what if some people die and some don't? Then there will never be peace between the two.

Therefore, based on Xiao Chu's understanding of his entire race, can eternal happiness come to him through the collective efforts? That is absolutely impossible, because people like his parents will definitely continue to be corrupted if they are not threatened with death. If you reward bad people in order to reward good people, it will only lead to worse results in the end. Therefore, in order to achieve the greatest happiness of all, before death can be eliminated, the first thing that needs to be eliminated is the corrupt.

At the end of that night, when the first glimmer of morning light reflected at the bottom of the clouds, Xiaochu finally walked out of the city completely. He saw a river of sewage on the side of the road. The waves were dark and thick, like boiling oil. The oily surface held up a layer of warm, apricot-yellow light. The entire road was illuminated with a bright yellow color, and the night in the distance was no longer dark, but a changing shade of blue. Smoke is spewing out from various chimneys, searchlights rotate like ballet dancers, and the towering silhouettes of cranes slowly move across the sky, like a group of cranes drinking by the water. That silent, black-and-white urban night had been left behind him, but what unfolded in front of him was a fantasy country where everything was intertwined.

Xiao Chu stood quietly on the road for a while, confirmed the final direction, and then walked towards the place where the crane lowered its head. His silhouette in the night and road cameras became smaller and smaller until he disappeared into the echoing roar of many machines. This was the last time anyone saw him.