After running out for a while, there were neither pursuers nor sudden high-altitude projectiles, but Haixin was a little apprehensive. I was muttering to myself, but I heard the sound of Sasha wading behind me. When he turned back, the other side was empty. I don't know when Kang Le Le has stepped into the pool. From the casual posture, I didn't feel the disdain for this 'public pool' just now because of the peerless cleanliness habit.

A round of bright sun hung high above his head, sprinkling a layer of gold dust as thin as a cicada's wings on the calm clear pool. Kang Lele was unhurriedly dividing the water, and the ripples slowly unfolded on both sides of his body to draw traces of the red gold of the Dao Dao, like tearing open a bronze mirror that had been silent for thousands of years. Water droplets splashed on the dusty placket of his garment, like a sprinkling of golden powder on the thin air. The illusion of unity made Haixin unable to take his eyes off for a while. When she realized it, she missed the chance to escape again, and this was the last time.

'Haixin,' he said, raising his hand, and picking up a string of water droplets from the pool, drawing golden ripples as they fell. Silently call out her name in sign language. He asked, 'Do you think music is beautiful, how beautiful do you think music is?'

...... Haixin didn't know why he came to ask. Although the intuitive answer is obvious, I don't know how to answer, and I am at a loss for a while.

Countless people who love mountaineering are willing to risk their lives to reach the top, but when asked why, their answer is almost always "The mountain is there, you see, how beautiful it is!"

I've heard a lot of people say something similar. For example, the Israeli violinist Yitzhak Perlman, whom I respect. For as long as he can remember, he spent his life in a wheelchair with polio. But one of the things he says most often is, "The world is still beautiful when seen from a height of one meter~." In a world that may not be merciful to many able-bodied people, Perlman spent his life celebrating her beauty on his violin.

And you're one of them, ́

'Me?' Haixin pointed to himself in surprise.

'Yes!' replied to her in the affirmative, 'Do you remember the first time you flew on a plane? But not only does it not, but it flies higher and lighter than a bird. When the sunset outside the window fills your eyes, seeing the sunset so close for the first time will make you breathtaking. On that flight, your eyes were almost all on the window.

Listening to your admiration, I wondered at that moment, why did the plane fly with such a big iron bump? Why did such a difficult thing, such an incredible thing, just like this, really become a reality?

Maybe it's because "she's so beautiful, the sunset is so beautiful~", like you, it's not unknowable, but the same "beauty" is far more beautiful than what we see in the eyes of those who make the iron bumps fly into the sky and make many impossible things come true, that's all.

You used to say that I only know the facts, but I can't see the truth. Haixin, then what do you think is "beautiful", what is the essence behind the language?' Kang Lele did not give an answer, looking at Haixin who was speechless, but there was no usual ridicule and ridicule.

‘......’

Don't use "genius" and "mortal" to measure a person's possibilities, a dark corner without even a ghost shadow will not give you any answers. You don't belong to the stage, only the stage can tell you!'

‘......’

'Don't be afraid, don't give up!' this time he silently called out her name again in sign language.