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The death of the two ducks reminded Fang Chen of many past events that had been forgotten in memory.

That little girl with the same nickname as myself...

A dream with the smell of death...

What the fortune teller said: You will not live to be 46 years old...

What should I do if I really can’t live to be 46?

What is life, how can it just leave?

In junior high school, Fang Chen had already begun to seriously think about the value and meaning of life.

At that time, when I saw the small shells my family brought back from Beidaihe, I would think: These small shellfish can leave a beauty to the world. As the spirits of all things, what can we leave to the world?

My youth was a very confusing stage. At that time, I read many stories about heroes such as Danke, and I always thought pessimistically: These truly selfless people in history sacrificed themselves for the mediocrity, and the mediocrity thrived instead. Will humans have fewer and fewer excellent genes?

In the years that followed, Fang Chen felt more and more pathetic that many people were grabbing and consuming without truly creating value for the world. What value could such a life have?

Being able to leave something beautiful (whether tangible or intangible) to this world was Fang Chen's original dream and pursuit.

This is a very ambitious ambition. Some people may disagree and some may laugh at it, but Fang Chen believes that if everyone had such an idea, human beings would not fall and the world would become better and better.

I have been busy these past few years and have never thought about these metaphysical issues again, but the death of the duck has alerted Fang Chen.

If you really don't live to be 46 years old, then you still have nine years. What else can you do in these nine years? What else can such an insignificant self leave to the world?

Perhaps, everyone's spiritual journey seems to be so unique.

However, what is the difference between people? In fact, in the passage of time, I don’t know how many people have repeated this process. People throughout the ages are as countless as the sand in the Ganges.

In the vast space of time, every individual is as small as an ant, so insignificant. Time has only given us a sense of existence for a hundred years. In the future, we may not have as much sense of existence as a grain of sand.

Thinking of this, my heart aches.

However, life does not give people the time to be sad and sad.

A change is brewing.

In the afternoon, Wan Fangfang knocked on the office door and called Zhang Chunting and He Rui out.

A voice came in from outside the door, "It's a meeting, what about my name is Teacher Fangfang?" This was He Rui's voice.

"Don't call her, she won't be able to stay for a few days anyway." This was Wan Fangfang's impatient voice.

Fang Chen was confused, what is going on?

Until after get off work hours, the all-professional meeting had not yet ended.

Fang Chen didn't dare to leave, so he worked on courseware in the office.

It was almost five o'clock, and Zhang Chunting came in humming a song, followed by He Rui.

Fang Chen looked at them carefully, hoping to get some news.

But He Rui glanced at Fang Chen sympathetically, then quickly picked up the bag and left. Zhang Chunting didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist, she packed her things and went out humming again.

Fang Chen was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he should ask Teacher Yang.

I went to Teacher Yang's office and knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no answer. The room was already empty.

Fang Chen walked in the quiet corridor, feeling at a loss as if he was dreaming.

When he woke up the next morning, Fang Chen was still in a panic mood.

I have been dreaming all night, and the situation in the dream is so real and clear. I dreamed that someone wanted to occupy my house. I didn't agree and closed the door. As a result, I heard a noise outside the door. The door was removed and someone broke in. They kicked Fang Chen out as a matter of course. No matter how reasonable I was, I couldn't reason with them. ·····

Why do you have such a dream?

After thinking for a while, I suddenly realized: this time the studio cannot be saved again.

I have been in this kind of anxiety for the past few years. There are always people who are jealous of Fang Chen's studio and always complain to the relevant leaders. The result is that every once in a while, a leader will notify Fang Chen to quit the studio.

well! Why bother! How much unpaid work did Fang Chen do for this so-called studio! In fact, this is just a preparation room for a laboratory! For it, Fang Chen worked as an experimenter and custodian for free, so quit now to save your worries! And you no longer have to do those messy things!

Since 05, the classes taught by Fang Chen have been cut down to only 52 hours. Over the years, his salary has been deducted every month because of the unsatisfactory workload. The leaders of the external departments often ask Fang Chen to give advice, either out of sympathy or out of necessity. Their students attend classes, but the class hours are never enough to make up the required 360 hours.

At first, Fang Chen was sad because of other people's glares and cold words, but later he was happy because he had time to paint. But the good times didn't last long. In order to give Fang Chen enough workload, the department had to arrange a lot of chores for her. These chores were laborious and boring. Fang Chen knew that the leaders were doing it for his own good, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and struggle with trivial matters. However, there are people who go around claiming that Fang Chen can't take any classes and can't do anything. Therefore, in people's eyes, Fang Chen is a very incompetent person. A leader of an external department said at their department-wide meeting: "If you... you will end up like Fang Chen."

Being excluded and marginalized is intolerable to many people. But for Fang Chen, it was a good thing. Although no one talked to Fang Chen these years, she still enjoyed it. Her loneliness was profound. Even though she was doing trivial things, she could always find fun in it.

Because there are always people who want to withdraw the studio, Fang Chen has to make trouble almost every year, but in the end it always comes to nothing.

Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold. Three cups and two cups of light wine, how can I defeat him? The wind comes late and the wind comes in a hurry!

Fang Chen didn't have three glasses or two glasses of light wine, but he still had to resist the late storm!