I Am in the Human World, Looking Down at the Gods in the Sky

"You said, if there are wolves looking around outside the house, and there are ten hungry people and a pot of rice in the house, should the pot of rice be divided equally among the ten people, so that everyone is hungry and waiting to be eaten by the wolves, or should it be given only to the strong and strong people so that they can break out and survive?" Si Xixi came back and sat silently next to Feng Fan. Her face was haggard and her eyes were lifeless. Against the backdrop of the fish-white sky, she looked particularly sad. "Alas." In the end, Feng Fan felt sympathy. His eyes became deep and his voice was vicissitudes of life. "Guardian, we are not qualified to judge the past with the eyes of the present." "In the final analysis, those ten people are not strong enough!" Feng Fan seemed to be telling Si Xixi, but also seemed to be telling himself. "If those ten people are strong enough, or even one of them is strong enough to overwhelm a group of wolves, how can the group of wolves share the food?" "But..." Si Xixi's desperate and beautiful eyes revealed a ray of light, and she asked in a trembling voice: "What if there are not ten people, but hundreds of millions of people..."