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Some people's stories require the time it takes to drink a glass of wine to be heard.

In Wuhan, on Qingnian Road, there is a place called "Old Rubbish Paradise"—the name alone is a piece of flash fiction worth savoring. I wonder, what kind of frankness and self-deprecation allows a group of young people to willingly step into a place named after "rubbish" to seek solace?

It was here that I noticed a young man from Zhengzhou. He ordered a flamboyantly named drink, the "Hi High Stick," and downed it in one go. That was not the downward spiral of alcoholism, but a ritual, a youthful declaration to the world. His story began to flow, effervescent, from that single, bold gulp.

At sixteen, when most of us were still struggling between the lines of textbooks and fumbling through the haze of adolescence, he had already begun to understand the diversity and complexity of the world with his palate. In less than three years, alcohol was no longer a mere liquid to him, but an art form that could be deconstructed, reassembled, and articulated. I wasn't curious about how much he drank; I was curious about the precocious soul behind it, eager to explore the boundaries of the world.

What's more fascinating is that this "connoisseur," immersed in a tipsy world, was a computer science major—the most rational, most logical world of symbols. And yet, he also delved into the dusty tomes of philosophy and history. What a captivating sense of being torn! A person's inner world can simultaneously accommodate the precision of code, the haze of alcohol, and the depth of history. Looking at such a young man is like looking at a microcosm of an era: contradictory, diverse, yet brimming with vigorous life.

He spoke of the future, of cities. He asked, why must our generation always be bound by the great spell of "Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen"? As if everyone's success must be validated in those overcrowded super-cities. There was no anger in his tone, but a calm, almost compassionate scrutiny. He was challenging a value system we have long taken for granted.

This lucidity, so far beyond his years, moved me.

"Old Rubbish Paradise"—what a precise irony. Here, young people temporarily "abandoned" by mainstream values live more soberly and authentically than anyone else. They are not rubbish; they simply refuse to be molded into "useful material" by the same template.

That young man from Zhengzhou, with his passion for mixology, his contemplation of the future, and his calm self-confidence, formed a dazzling beam of light. He made me believe that a so-called "wonderful life" is never about scaling a peak defined by others. Rather, it is about personally mixing a unique drink for oneself in a seemingly "abandoned" paradise, and then, downing it in one gulp, without asking where you came from or where you are going.