After walking, the father and daughter came to the room where they stayed with the fat man. Jia Qianqian was sweating profusely and felt sticky and uncomfortable, so he rushed into the bathroom to take a shower first. She is a girl who naturally loves cleanliness, so Jia Youwei doesn't have to worry about this aspect at all.

While Jia Qianqian was taking a bath, he also brushed his teeth by the way. Although there are only toothbrushes and toothpaste here, and there are no things in the house, it is okay to deal with them after only one night.

The fat man didn't like bathing and hated bathing, so he didn't follow the little master in, and rushed directly into the room alone. It found a place where it felt good, lay on its stomach, closed its eyes and didn't move.

Because Jia Youwei gave Li Quan the car keys in advance, he could send someone to deliver a copy of Baudelaire's "The Flower of Evil" into the room.

I saw it on the desk of a bedside table, along with the car keys placed next to it. On top of that, the room is filled with the scent of fruits and flowers mixed together.

Jia Youwei sat on the edge of the bed and picked it up in his hand, which couldn't help but feel like a coincidence. He only told his daughter about the evil nature of human nature tonight, but he went out with the poetry collection "The Flower of Evil".

I have long developed a habit of carrying at least one book with me whenever and wherever I go. When he is free, he can also flip a few pages.

Jia Youwei doesn't like poetry, and he doesn't like the so-called modern poetry the most. Ancient poems also have a format, which pays attention to rhyme, and what are modern poems?

Every time he sees this kind of so-called poems such as "passing through most of China to sleep with you", "eggs hitting stones", "what a big pair of **" and so on, his whole person begins to feel bad.

Jia Youwei asked himself, if he still has some literary accomplishments, why can't he understand it? Could it be that this is really like what they say, a poet talks to God and communicates with God, and he, a mortal, doesn't understand this bullshit at all?

However, he is a rare exception to Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil". It is a book with logic, structure, a beginning and an end, and a cohesive whole. The work is characterized by romanticism, symbolism and realism.

The poems in The Flowers of Evil are not arranged chronologically, but are divided into six groups according to their content and theme.

Each has titles such as "Melancholy and Ideals", "Scene in Paris", "Wine", "Flowers of Evil", "Rebellion" and "Death", of which "Melancholy and Ideals" carries the heaviest weight. The order of the six parts actually draws the trajectory of the conflict between melancholy and ideals.

The first part, "Melancholy and Ideals", writes about melancholy and ideals, melancholy is heavy, and ideals are slim. Walking through the heavy melancholy, looking for the ideal that is hard to find.

The second part, "Paris in the Spot", is about Paris in the poet's eyes, or in his heart. This is not a beautiful city, not a bustling "flower capital", but "a bustling city, a city full of dreams, and ghosts pull the sleeves of pedestrians in broad daylight!"

Baudelaire shifted the vision of his poetry from the romantic nature to the bizarre modern metropolis, but what people saw was a deformed and perverted picture.

The third part is entitled "Wine", and writes about the poet's helplessness and sadness of "pouring sorrow with wine" and "taking wine as pleasure".

In the fourth part, "The Flower of Evil", the poet shifts from a drunken vision to a "flower" that confronts sin.

The fifth part, "Rebellion," is directed against God. Here, both Cain and Satan are praised because they are victims, rebels. What the world wants is for their souls to "rest" beside Satan.

The sixth part, "Death", after experiencing suffering, after reading all the ugliness, death is the only destination and the only consolation. Death is the end of everything, but it is also a new beginning.

The collection of poems ends with a long poem entitled "Travel", which summarizes the poet's lifelong quest.

"The Flower of Evil" is also a book that is not easy for people to read. Even if you read some of it, it can be very uncomfortable. This is even worse than watching Osamu Dazai's "Human Disqualification".

The former gives people the feeling that not only will the sky be gray like the latter, but will feel a kind of apocalypse, suffocating to death, stepping into hell.

Jia Youwei took it and turned on the second mode. However, after watching it for the first time, my first reaction was that I couldn't show it to my daughter.

Even if she is an adult at the age of eighteen, it is better not to look at it. The book of the Four Girls is full of substances, high society, money worship, showing off wealth, etc., which are criticized by many people, and the content of "The Flower of Evil" reflects the evil, hatred, anger, despair, death, and blasphemy of human nature...... In comparison, it's not even a fart.

The former is nothing more than using the beautiful skills of writing to create a fairy-tale fantasy of the so-called real life for the little girl.

The biggest effect of this is the enlightenment of literature, just like the function of the Three Character Classic for children, and the latter can expose the ugliness of human nature to the fullest, red fruit, bloody.

Jia Youwei thought that it would be better to wait for his daughter to read it when she was in the year of establishment, and it would be easier to accept the content of the book, and she would have a deeper understanding.

I don't know how long it was, Jia Qianqian wrapped his body in a large white bath towel, and walked out of the bathroom and came to the room with a small white bath towel wrapped in his hair.

"Lao Jia, what are you looking at, you are so fascinated by it?" Jia Qianqian noticed that his father was reading very attentively, and he didn't even look up when he walked in front of him.

Jia Youwei closed the book, then stuffed it under the pillow, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Little yellow books that are not suitable for children." ”

"Liar. Jia Qianqian didn't believe that his father would have such a low-level taste.

"Believe it or not. But I believed it. Do you want me to help you blow your hair?" Jia Youwei smiled and began to change the subject.

Jia Qianqian walked to the bed across from him, turned around and sat down, and met him face to face again. She took off her two slippers and said, "No." It's still early!

Probably, by the time I went to sleep, it was almost natural. Even if you don't do it, it's never too late to blow it. Lao Jia, I don't think you want to be a writer, but a hermit. Small hidden in the wild, big hidden in the city, and you belong to the latter. ”

"When I was young, I longed for the Taoist way of life. However, I later found out that those were all unrealistic ideas.

As long as you are human, then you have to eat, you have to live, and your body will never be free. So, I thought that even if I couldn't be completely free physically, I could still pursue spiritual freedom to the maximum. Jia Youwei smiled and did not change his course.