In November 2020, Lin Yuhui stepped out of Shenyang Station and strolled around the plaza before heading inside as boarding time approached. Having passed his interview in Shenyang, he now awaited his departure to Shanghai for onboarding. The walk brought him a sense of slow-building ease.
After five consecutive years of unemployment, his wife and family had distanced themselves. During his toughest days, his daily living expenses dwindled to just five yuan. Lin Yuhui had once had clear plans for his life, but he couldn't withstand his parents' hysterical demands that he use his meager living expenses to pay their pensions—all while they bragged that they would cover the costs.
The problem was he barely had enough for daily living. After years of social security contributions, he had only a few thousand yuan left for expenses—and they never contributed as promised. It took Lin Yuhui over forty years to see their true colors. It wasn't that they hid it well; it was because they were his parents. They should have cared most about their child, but all they feared was being burdened.
Now Lin Yuhui could finally turn the tables. He found a job he could do from home with flexible hours, freeing him from worries about his health and the need to flatter arrogant, incompetent bosses. He could simply focus on his technical work.
Thinking back to their earlier conversation made him feel thirsty. Lin Yuhui walked to the western end of the station square, where a small supermarket stood. He entered, browsed the beverage section, and selected a ten-yuan bottle of Nestlé Latte.
After paying and leaving the store, he sipped the sweet drink in small mouthfuls. The bottle was well-made, so after finishing it, he screwed the cap back on and tucked it into his pocket.
The late autumn afternoon sun cast a rich golden glow upon the architecture of Shenyang Station. This historic building, with its earthy yellow hues, appeared even more substantial and weighty under the golden sunlight, contrasting sharply against the deep blue sky. A flock of crows circled leisurely above the structure, free and content.
Due to recent life hardships, Lin Yuhui now craved freedom intensely, wishing he could be like those free birds. In the time he could control these past years, he had also gained more opportunities to reflect on his life and the world. Especially during this year's COVID-19 pandemic, in pursuit of information, he began using social media short-video apps he had previously dismissed. Beyond news events, other content naturally captured his attention—such as consciousness, near-death experiences, psychic messages, understandings of time and space, and topics related to extraterrestrial life.
Glancing at his watch, he had over two hours before boarding. Lin Yuhui stood in the square, watching the birds flap their wings freely. Having gone too long without blinking, the light-sensitive cells in his eyes seemed overexposed. The edges of different color patches grew faint and blurred, while their interiors became more saturated.
Lin Yuhui wondered: If the human body is an instrument for perceiving the world, could I, through my field of vision, allow more beings to see these free birds and share my present state of mind?
With this thought, he cleared his mind of distractions, tuning out the mundane world around him. Only the station building looming overhead, the crows above it, and the blue sky as a backdrop remained. He stood motionless on the plaza, utterly oblivious to the clamor of people and vehicles.
He didn't know if any other beings truly appreciated this scene before him, but he hoped they did. With that thought, Lin Yuhui silently murmured in his heart: I share this beauty before me with you all.
When he checked the time again, Lin Yuhui realized two hours had passed. Yet to him, it felt like only ten minutes. He had stood there motionless for two hours—it seemed almost magical.
Returning home with a lighthearted ease, he gathered the essentials for check-in: daily necessities, medications, bank cards, and cash. To live a long, healthy life, one couldn't rely solely on luck—especially someone like Lin Yuhui, born with a congenital heart defect that compromised blood supply and made him prone to inflammation that could clog his vessels.
After completing the necessary tasks, he moved on to his daily routine: scrolling through social media, checking the local pandemic situation, and seeing if any sudden deaths had occurred. Fortunately, due to his previous predicament, Lin Yuhui had stockpiled medicine and food in advance. This half-year quarantine hadn't significantly affected him; instead, he felt a detached sense of detachment, observing the world with a cool eye.
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Scrolling through short videos, he saw Trump's team scrambling to sue over election vote-counting fraud and demand a recount. Lin Yuhui chuckled. All signs pointed to Democrats rigging the votes—he'd warned about it back in May, but no one took him seriously. Now, suing or recounting was pointless... unless? Unless Trump resorted to extraordinary measures. But Lin Yuhui had long recognized he lacked the resolve. He recalled Trump’s trembling voice when addressing the nation from the White House balcony after contracting COVID-19 during his presidency.
Now that he’d stepped down, the Democrats would either destroy him or strip him bare. As an outsider to the establishment, he remained an uncontrollable variable to the powers behind the scenes. To cling to power, he has only two options: wield the violent apparatus he currently commands, or provoke a war—however he orchestrates it is his own affair, though he likely lacks the guts. Or perhaps the capability. Alternatively, he could declare the election vote-counting fraud a coup against the current administration, thereby justifying action against the Democrats.
With this in mind, I wrote him a letter to remind him. Now we'll see if he has the guts to follow through. Lin Yuhui is a tech guy, and he also despises the Democratic Party's far-left agenda. Besides, Trump is a businessman—at most, he might wage a trade war against China. But historically, it's always been Democrats who have launched America's foreign wars.
After making his presence felt, he watched some hypnosis regression videos from abroad. They were in English, which made listening a bit challenging, but the vocabulary was simple enough—a good chance to practice his English listening skills.
What truly deepened Lin Yuhui's contemplation was when the hypnotist asked the subject, “What are you doing?” His reply was: “I'm helping fish eggs hatch. I'm creating sand for the beach.” The hypnotist responded with puzzlement, “Creating sand? Isn't that nature's work?” The subject countered, “What do you consider nature to be?”
Indeed, what is nature? Couldn't nature possess consciousness? Or perhaps a consciousness distinct from humanity's? Just because we currently lack methods to prove its consciousness, does that truly mean it doesn't exist?
Time was running out. He played a couple more rounds of Peace Elite to clear his mind, then washed up and went to bed. How wonderful it was to begin such a carefree life.
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