Seven colors of happiness, Bi Shumin.

Bi Shumin —— Do the sufferings in this life need to be predicted?

That night, Bill entertained me.

Bill is an official of the US Foreign Office, who is responsible for receiving and arranging our activities in new york. Bill wears simple clothes and always has a gentle and kind smile on his face. When we came out of new york Railway Station, we saw this smile. He helped us push heavy bags through the crowd. He wore the same smile on his face when he accompanied us to visit various places. Bill's warm smile helped me solve this problem when I was leaving new york and worried that I couldn't take away a lot of information. He promised to help me transport the materials back to China.

Bill invited us to a China restaurant for dinner. Bill says this is one of the best China restaurants in new york. Bill has a say at the Chinese food table because Bill's wife is a Hong Kong woman. This is really one of the best Chinese food I have ever eaten in America.

During the dinner, we talked about an interesting topic: Do people need to know the sufferings of this life in advance?

A friend at the same table said that he thought he wanted to predict the hardships of his life if possible. The reason is that everything is set in advance, and it will be ruined without planning. I see. What are the disadvantages? No, you won't make your disaster more or less because of your foresight. Then, knowing more, you will have a better grasp of your life, which is a good thing.

Bill, who was busy eating, suddenly shouted, No!

This is the first time I saw anger and sadness on Bill's face instead of a smile.

Of course, Bill's anger was not directed at his friends. Bill put down his chopsticks and said to us:

Many years ago, my wife and I drew lots for fortune-telling in Hong Kong. That man is a monk. He read my wife's brand and said, you will die young. Look at my sign and say you will die of old age.

Do you know the difference between "early death" and "old death"? Ever since I listened to the monk, my wife has said to me, Bill, I will die before you. Because I died young, and you are old and dead, so you have to live to a very old age. I said, don't believe this, that man is talking nonsense. I will grow old with you. If anyone must die first, it's me, because you are younger than me. But not long ago, my wife gave birth to laryngeal cancer. That's because when she was a child, her family was poor and she ate salted fish without vegetables. Salted fish are small and prickly. A fishbone stabbed her throat. Over time, cancer came into being.

My wife left, leaving me, waiting for me to be "old".

Bill said very sadly. Friends were silent for a long time and expressed deep condolences to Bill's wife. I recognized the words behind Bill's words. For years, jokes about "early death" and "old death" have been hovering over their heads. They are instinctively afraid of this dark cloud, and its sharp teeth are gnawing at them when they are happiest. Whenever happiness comes, anxiety comes as scheduled. Because they cherish happiness too much, they think of ominous predictions more and more quickly. If they didn't know the fate, if the old monk didn't reinvent the wheel, the happy time between Bill and his wife might be purer and brighter.

I don't know if what I think is realistic, and I dare not ask Bill for proof. I write this here to ask myself and others again: do we need to predict the suffering of this life?

Do most people adopt their friends' opinions when eating, or do they say "no" like Bill?

I'm on bill's side. Not only technically, we can't predict the joys and sorrows of this life. Someone is willing to tell me that I have listed the sufferings of my life in different books. Suffering is written in black ink, happiness is written in red ink, and they are quantified one by one. Or whisper, sigh for suffering, laugh for happiness. I think I will close my eyes in front of this book and block my ears in front of this warning of fate. Life is my own thing, even the only thing I have. I don't want others to make irresponsible remarks. I pay attention to the process, in which I feel my own value. What we can predict is our attitude towards pain and happiness. Here and now, this is the only thing we can grasp. So what if I know? So what if I don't know? It is because of all kinds of unknowns and possibilities that life becomes gorgeous and charming.

When Bill left that day, he took away my important information. Bill has information in one hand and a schoolbag in the other. His schoolbag looks strange and abrupt in the streets of new york. It is a simple cloth bag with Chinese characters: Tianfu Tea written on it.

New york kept carrying this cloth bag when he saw Bill, and suddenly wanted to ask if Bill was something his wife liked very much.