(a)

After the meeting, Kaohsiung met many acquaintances, and they talked enthusiastically together. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mr. Yichen and I came out first, walked slowly along the banks of the Seine, waited for Kaohsiung to come out of it, and then went to lunch together.

The Seine water murmurs, gently lapping against the embankment.

I said, "This path is called the path of happiness. Because this is one of the favorite places for couples from all over the world to stroll, many people walk side by side here and walk towards the palace of marriage. This road, according to legend, leads to a happy ending in life. ”

Mr. Yichen said: "Xinxin, in fact, in the world, there is no road that can lead to happiness. ”

I looked at him in amazement.

Mr. Yichen said, "Do you know what true happiness is? ”

I said, "What is it?" ”

"True happiness is: even if you are unhappy, it doesn't matter at all," he said. ”

(b)

Mr. Yichen said: "Xinxin, there is something I wanted to ask for a long time. I never asked. ”

I said, "What's the matter?" ”

Mr. Yichen said, "Have you noticed? In all your stories, the hero will die before the heroine. ”

He said: "You have never had a love ending in your pen that grows old together. ”

He said, "Why is this happening? ”

I paused for a moment, then replied, "That's it." Because, when I was a child, I agreed to a person's request. He said to me, no matter what story you write in the future, as long as there is love, don't let the heroine die in front of the hero. He said that the heroine should be alive after the death of the male protagonist and finally be happy. He said that if the story doesn't end like this, you don't write it. ”

I said, "So, I've been living up to that promise." No matter what story is written, as long as there is love, the heroine will not die before the male protagonist. She will live alone in the world and eventually find happiness. -- It is not the happiness of growing old together, but the happiness of knowing that there is life and death. ”

I said, "I just wrote the story of "Koharu", and even if Kaohsiung doesn't come to talk to me, I won't publish it." Because, that is the end of life and death. Living and dying together does not solve the problem, but only by living and dying can the problem be solved. ”

Mr. Yichen said, "I have seen a church sermon you wrote. You show your own view of life and death in it. ”

I said, "Yes." I often get attached to characters and speak my inner voice. ”

Mr. Yichen said: "I still remember the passage you wrote. You say, "God allows some things to end in our vision so that others can begin outside our vision." God has left some souls so that they can begin to function in another world. ”

I said, "Yes." I said that we sometimes feel abandoned and hurt by God, but that is just the delusion of our narrow views. The root of the illusion is that we are not omniscient and omnipotent, as God does. ”

(c)

A drizzle fell in the sky.

We stood in the shade of the trees to shelter from the rain.

The plane trees in Paris are so lovely that they always remind me of the plane trees in my hometown under the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty.

A local citizen saw us sheltering from the rain and told us that a visitor center not far away could offer free umbrellas for visitors to borrow.

We walked to the visitor center.

I took an umbrella from the umbrella stand in the courtyard and opened it, and found that several umbrella bones were broken, and the umbrella surface could not hold up. So I put the bad one back, replaced it, and stretched it out again. This one is good.

Suddenly, I felt that Mr. Yichen was looking at me. Looking up at him, it was indeed so.

I asked, "Is there anything wrong?" Why do you look at me like that? ”

Mr. Yichen: "Heart." ”

Me: "? ”

Mr. Yichen: "I said, it's actually all the same. ”

Confused, I asked, "What is the same?" ”

Mr. Yichen: "Body." The body is the same as these umbrellas. ”

He said, "If it's broken, it's not going to work." If you can't use it, you have to put it down and replace it with another one. ”

"It's as normal," he said. Nothing special about it, it needs to be so sad. ”

I was stunned for a moment. I was stunned for two or three seconds.

Then, I tried to move my lips.

I said, "Let's go, Kaohsiung is probably coming out soon." ”

(iv)

After we came out of dinner, the light rain had stopped.

The banks of the river are lined with used book stalls and art stalls, and there are also vendors selling souvenirs, and some painters sit there to sketch tourists on the spot.

I said, "Let's go draw one too." ”

So, we sat casually on the bench on the bank of the river according to the posture pointed out by the painter, drinking drinks and chatting while asking the painter to sketch us.

"Ladies and gentlemen, hold on a little longer. Don't move. It was finished in no time. The painter said to us as if he were writing like a god.

In a few moments, his work was finished.

"How's it going? Like us? Kaohsiung took the sketch from Mr. Yichen's hand, he looked at it, and handed it to me.

He said, "What do you think?" ”

I watched for a while. I said, "It's not like that." ”

"Which point?" Mr. Yichen said.

I said, "Border." The borders of our bodies. ”

As a famous illustrator, Mr. Yi Chen squinted his eyes and examined the sketch again with a professional eye, he said: "The lines are handled professionally, and after all, there is nothing wrong with it." ”

I said, "Fix it, and it will be better." ”

I took an eraser from the painter's hand. I began to erase the body contour line on the side of each of us.

I said, "There's not that much between us." There are no boundaries between us. ”

I looked at them. I said, "Really? ”

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Yichen's mouth. He looked at Kaohsiung.

Kaohsiung bowed slightly and said, "It's really a blessing to be alive to finally live to hear you admit the intimacy between us." Although--you also piggybacking on Yichen. ”

I gave Kaohsiung a blank look. I continued to wipe off the contours in the other directions of my body.

I said, "Not only are there no boundaries between us, but there are no boundaries between us and our surroundings, right?" Every minute and every second, we are exchanging matter, energy, and information with each other, and a part of us is entering the surroundings, evaporating sweat, falling dandruff, exhaling gas, heat, and so on. We've never been separated from our surroundings, have we? ”

I said, "The separation and opposition between man and man, between man and the environment, this separation and opposition is only conceptual and delusional, it only exists in our thoughts, it does not exist in facts. ”

I said as I rubbed the painting. After a while, I stopped. I looked at the picture with satisfaction. I said, "Okay, now, that's accurate." Match the truth. ”

I turned the painting over and faced them. Mr. Yi Chen, Kaohsiung, and the painter looked at the paper together.

Now, it's a blank slate again.