In the days when there were no mobile games and e-books, I could only rely on thinking games to pass the time during a long journey.
The so-called “thinking game” is the name I think of for my own confusion. This kind of game is very simple. I first imagined an origin – I suddenly got $1 billion, suddenly got the favor of school flowers, suddenly wrote a novel that shocked China and foreign countries, and then began to imagine what I would do next. Later, when I was older, I knew that there was a popular saying about this kind of thing, called “obscenity.”
One of my favorite propositions is: “What if I find a whole piece of 10 tons of gold in the desert?” The usual reaction is that I can make a fortune now. But in fact, there is still a distance from this proposition to the real fortune. How do you really transform gold into your own private wealth? This kind of imagination should be as detailed as possible, and every action should be taken into account, taking into account every possible accident. You will find that things are not as simple as you might think. First of all, how do you transport this 10 tons of gold? Do you want to find someone? How to keep it secret? How to divide? If you are determined to go it alone, then you have to rent equipment and vehicles, how to cut 10 tons of gold into transportable size in the desert. How do you unload after returning to town? How to store? How to hide people’s eyes and ears? What do you want to do with gold next? Selling a brain will cause market volatility. How can it be manipulated by the state and handled in batches? How to find a buyer? Which banks do you have to pay for separately? How to avoid the tax department? How do you explain to your family that there is such a large sum of money? Which relatives and friends want to tell and which ones to keep secret… This is actually a very complicated matter, and it takes a lot of work to plan. I have been playing this thinking game for many years. Now I have a complete set of detailed plans, and I can adjust it according to the development of real science and technology at any time. Everything is ready, only I really find 10 tons of gold.
In addition to this, you can also ponder people. When I was on the subway, I often had crowded people. Not only did I have no seats, but I didn’t even have the space to stretch my arms and take the phone or PSP. Under this circumstance, the only thing that can move is the brain. I will look closely at the people around me, imagining the hidden stories on them and their experiences after leaving the subway.
For example, the right-handed uncle who is plain and thin. Maybe after he left the subway, he would find a place where no one should change into a tights, put his underwear on his outer pants, then fly over the whole city, and smash the fire in the streets.
Another example is the white teenager wearing a baseball cap and wearing an Adidas sports suit. He is an alien. The purpose of coming to Earth is to understand the life of the Earth. He may have completed his mission and is ready to embark on the journey back to the parent star, but because of the eager eyes of the beautiful female manager of the baseball team. He still resolutely stayed on the earth.
And the subway we are sitting on, who can guarantee that it will arrive at the ordinary subway station next time, instead of the huge military fortress in the underground of this city? In the fortress there is a cannon that uses the soul to make a cannonball, and the muzzle is aimed at the moon. Every unfortunate subway passenger is sent to the barrel to contribute the soul to bombard the rabbit demon on the moon.
This “thinking game” has a branch called “imaginary book.” When I play, I close my eyes and start to make a book that I have never existed before. Imagine its theme, content introduction, cover art, famous book review, author’s creative intentions and anecdotes, and try to add something other than content. The various details make it full and real, and then put it on the shelf I imagined. When I was bored in the future, I would take a copy and use my memories to read it.
For example, I once imagined that Lu Yao wrote another story on the back of the manuscript paper when he wrote “Ordinary World.” The protagonist of the story is Tian Xiaoxia, who fell into the water. She escaped but lost her memory. After being rescued, she began another life. A few decades later, she and Sun Shaoping met on the street, passing by and not knowing each other. It is a pity that this manuscript paper was ignored by the editor and was kept in the deposit box. It was not until a few years later that Lu Yao died that a young graduate who had just graduated planned to commemorate the topic and accidentally knocked the deposit box over to the ground, only to discover the secret on the back of the manuscript paper. However, the old editor believed that this story would damage the image of “Ordinary World”, so only a thousand copies were printed and presented to Lu Yao’s relatives and friends. The cover of the book is a huge whirlpool. One of them did not know how to flow to Guilin Lingui Middle School, and the title page also contained the red chapter of “Lingui Middle School Library Collection”. There is only one borrowing record in the borrowing card inside, which is borrowed by a girl. She is taller than me, likes to wear a beige sweater, and the desk lamp in the dormitory is covered with pink paper.
Another book on my shelf is called the Timbuktu Story Collection. In 1822, the United Kingdom organized an expedition, starting from Tripoli, planning to wear the Sahara Desert to find the source of the Niger River and the Nile. There is an anthropologist in the expedition called Samuel Ernest. After he arrived in Timbuktu, he noticed that the local Tuareg tribe had a peculiar custom: the chief would be tribal sorcerer after his death. Knock the skull, squeeze out the brain, and mix it with honey and coconut juice for the selected child. The child will recite a story fluently and will not be able to make a sound after a lifetime. These stories are subtle and meaningful, and are considered to be God’s intentions, so they are not allowed to be recorded. So Ernest spent 13 years waiting for every similar ceremony to secretly record dozens of stories. Unfortunately, his actions were eventually discovered by indigenous people and killed. After his death, the brain was also made into a drink by the indigenous people in the same way, in the kettle he used before.
Later, the tribe was slaughtered by the colonists. The kettle and the recorded manuscript were sent back to Portugal and returned to Ernest’s widow as a relic. This manuscript has been sleeping in the old suitcase. Until one day Ernest’s grandson inadvertently opened the kettle and drank his grandfather’s brain. In the face of his family’s face, he spoke out the origins of these manuscripts, and Ernest’s work was made public. The manuscript was published in 1923 and was named “The Timbuktu Story Collection”. The royalties were used to treat the grandson of Ernest’s grandmother…
In this way, it is almost endless, you can imagine from a book to a family history and even a national history. Play more, only the brain is familiar, when the real pen, the concept will naturally be.