Though it’s nearly winter now, the weather was incredibly warm. I wore nothing but briefs to write my brain scope. Since nobody was around, wearing briefs or not didn’t matter at all, still I wasn’t accustomed to be naked to fool around.

      Social science or natural science, human created them, so I decided to talk about human instead. Since I had no books to read, I could only talk about things in my brain. My brain was the only resource for me to depend on.

      Still I liked talking about novel; novel was no doubt the most popular form in literature. Thinking of novel, I still loved the three great novels of China.

      Red Mansion was a novel about life. We common guys lived like that. There were also many beautiful and smart maidens in it. I was a man and had no reason to be ignorant about it.

      Lin Daiyu was not my dish. If she lived with me on this isolated island, she would die soon and I had to dig a hole for her. This reminded me of a joke. An ant got married with an elephant, elephant died soon; the ant cried his eyes out. Someone was curious and asked him why he was so sad. The ant simply replied, “I just had one day of marriage life with her, but have to spend the rest of my life to dig hole to bury her.”

      I couldn’t help laughing aloud, but soon became aware of that there wasn’t any around to share my happiness. Music wasn’t my dish anymore. I was living alone on an isolated island, yet I could still laugh aloud to entertain myself, I must be mad in common people’s eyes.

      To be honest, I was sad about my bad luck. My acquaintances were all luckier than I was, at least they could live without worrying about death every minute. However, there was no need to be jealous of them, 100 years later, they would be gone too like green smoke did.

      I wanted to beat someone I hated. I had been thinking for a long time, but couldn’t find a single one. I hated nobody, the only thing I hated was that I wasn’t capable enough to earn a better life before I was forced to live here.

      I guessed One’s boss would be more painful than I would if he was still alive. He was so rich to enjoy delicious food and beautiful women every day, of course he wasn’t willing to die. Even a poor man such as me wasn’t willing to die, not even to say a rich man like him.

      One had bad luck too; I guessed he was probably dead now. I felt a little sad at first, but soon I recovered, the bastard brought me this disaster.