Karen turned around, facing away from old Saman, and sat down on the steps;

He understood that old Saman planned to be martyred.

"I don't think your choice is that great."

"I have said that I am a cowardly person. I have been a coward from the time I chose to be a cemetery caretaker here until now. I also think that I have nothing to do with greatness.

I have been escaping and immersed in my world. I am very satisfied and have long been used to it.

I even felt that I didn't die for Palmires, because after learning the news, I didn't have much anger. Probably, I just couldn't adapt and I was too lazy to adapt anymore.

Haha, the most important thing is that I am older.

In fact, I am much older than you see.

This older man,

He tends to be old-fashioned and conservative;

But he may not like to be old-fashioned or conservative, nor is he opposed to change.

But seeing that he only had a few good years to live, he was too lazy to bother with it anymore.

It's like taking a tram, you're still half a stop away from the station, and even if a vacant seat appears, you're too lazy to run over and sit on it, so you might as well just stand for a while and get off at the station."

Old Saman stretched out his hand and gently pushed the shoulder of Karen, who was sitting diagonally in front of him:

"Well, your manservant took my pipe back."

Karen took out the cigarette and lighter from his pocket and handed them to old Saman.

Old Saman took out one and bit it in his mouth, took out another one, handed it to Karen, and said: "I know you cherish your health, but can you take one with me for the sake of my funeral next time we meet?" "

Karen reached out and took the cigarette.

Old Saman blew out a smoke ring and asked, "But I'm still curious, what does greatness look like in your mind?"

"Actually, I am not qualified to judge whether you are great or not." Karen said, "I respect your choice."

"Hey, it's just chatting. Just say what you want. There's no need to go online."

"Well, the greatness in my heart, how should I put it, is probably sacrificing and dedicating myself for others. This kind of thing is right for me but difficult to do. I think people who can do it are great."

"What's more specific?" Old Saman asked.

"I once saw devout pilgrims on rugged mountain roads. They were in ragged clothes, but they were pure and peaceful. They were walking towards the holy land they longed for."

"Do you think they are great?"

"No, I think the people who built the road on this rugged mountain are great."

Old Saman was stunned for a moment, then he came to his senses and said with a smile: "I seem to understand. In fact, when you greeted the God of Order in front of me, I understood that your belief in the inner world is very important. Disdainful."

Karen shook his head and said:

"No."

"No?"

“I think faith, in addition to giving us inner peace, should also play a role in guiding our real-life behavior;

In short, the understanding of things and one's own behavior should be combined.

Otherwise, if faith is just about being intoxicated and immersed in it alone..."

Karen raised the cigarette between her fingers,

"What's the difference between it and the nicotine in this cigarette?"

Old Saman was silent.

The two of them finished their cigarettes in silence.

Karen took two puffs, threw the cigarette on the ground, and stomped on it.

Old Saman smoked until it burned to the filter, then threw it away.

"It would be fun if I could get to know you earlier, but I will still choose to end myself on the day when the meeting ends."

"I said, I respect your choice."

Karen stood up and prepared to leave.

Old Saman then asked: "So, you believe in order, not the God of Order?"

Karen stopped, raised his head slightly, and shrugged:

"There is a question that I have thought about for a long time, but I have never been able to come up with an answer."

"What's the problem?"

"In terms of order, what is the role of adding a god?"

"Ah...ha!"

Old Saman laughed, wiping tears with the back of his hands.

Karen waved her hand,

road:

"See you at the funeral."

After Karen drove away, old Saman sat down on the steps again. Karen left the cigarette case and lighter for him. He sat there alone and smoked three cigarettes in a row.

Finally, a familiar figure walked out of the darkness.

"Did you avoid him on purpose?" Old Saman asked.

"No, I just took care of the upcoming tasks. I was simply late."

"Then have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"I'll add some coal for you. The boy said that this hot pot can be cooked a second time, as long as you don't mind our saliva. By the way, the tableware the boy brought is very interesting and very suitable for eating hot pot."

"I don't mind."

Neo sat down next to the pot, and old Saman took out some vegetables for Neo to cook.

"That boy said some very interesting things to me tonight."

"He always has interesting things to say because he is an interesting person."

"Yeah, he said he doesn't believe in the God of Order."

"oh."

"Oh? Just an 'oh'?"

"What if?"

"I think you should give some other reaction."

Neo tried to pick up the chopsticks and said, "Didn't you say it to me on purpose just because you knew that saying this would make me appreciate him more? What, you expect me to be angry with him because of what you said?"

Old Saman said "ha" and said: "You are also very interesting."

The hot pot was boiling and Neo began to serve.

Old Saman lit up another cigarette and said, "I've always wondered, what on earth do you want to do?"

"I don't know either, I'm thinking about this too."

"Then what?" Old Saman asked, "There's nothing bad to say to me. I'm about to die anyway."

"I'm not hiding it from you. It's precisely because I don't know what I want to do that I continue to do what I have to do according to my previous inertia. I'm different from you. I don't want to die, but the reason why I don't want to die is

It doesn’t seem like it’s for living.”

"What do you call this? Do you kowtow and make a pilgrimage while building roads at the same time?"

Neo picked up a piece of cooked meat and asked, "What does this mean?"

"It's not interesting. I'm too lazy to explain to you. You can come earlier next time so that you can eavesdrop."

Speaking of which,

Old Saman slapped his forehead,

"Ouch, it seems there will be no next time."

Old Saman stood up and said, "You go ahead and eat. When you're done eating, leave it here. I'll clean it up in the morning. I'll go to bed first."

"good."

Old Saman opened the door. Before entering the house, he turned around and shouted to Neo:

“Oh, by the way, I almost forgot;

Dear Neo,

You are welcome to attend my funeral."
To be continued...