"I grew up in an orphanage."

"You?" Representative Foley turns his head and asks in a barely audible voice.

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?"

"I grew up in an orphanage, and my mother abandoned me with a very boring question."

"I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, I have a strange disease where I wake up every morning and move the yard mud to my room and paint every surface of furniture, which takes about three hours. I was probably four years old that year. ”

"When it's all over, I'll take a new empty basin and remove the mud from the surface of the furniture, and then I'll clean the floor and clean everything that has fallen off the floor. It takes two hours to do this. ”

"At the same time, I have a severe emotional disorder, I have been speaking badly, and I am said to not like to talk either. Isn't it very different from now? ”

Representative Foley wanted to nod, but for some reason, the image of John slapping against the wall came back to him again and again.

When the light was red, he looked at Mussel Lingmei, at this time she didn't speak, this time he was more and more sure, this woman and the first time they met, which one was the real her? Maybe none of them. True, the word is false.

She was beautiful and touching, and Forlì did not resist the temptation of this beauty, and he looked at her and fell in love, if it weren't for the fact that Ephia had returned, maybe he would have let this emotion creep in, but now, he couldn't.

Mussel Lingmei also seemed to like to talk to him, and the corners of her mouth jumped up and down lively.

As she speaks, Foley smells a sweetness, perhaps the perfume she used, or perhaps his hallucination.

"I've taken a lot of pills and they don't work well, but the good thing is that I don't have to lay mud every day.

Later, this incident took up most of my time outside of sleeping, and it became more and more unbearable for the dirt that fell on the ground, and I had to lay the uneven surface over and over again. My nails didn't grow for a few years, and then my fingers started cracking. ”

Mussel pauses and moves her body, as if the seat is uncomfortable for her to sit on. "I'm sorry I said too much."

Foley throws a polite smile, "No, I guess it's not easy. He replied sincerely.

"Actually, it's not easy not to do it, so of course my fingers hurt, but it's nothing compared to the worry of not doing it."

"I've heard of people who wash their hands until their nails don't grow back, and their skin bleeds when they touch it."

"Almost, that's it."

Representative Foley felt as if dozens of such hands were attached to their car outside the window, flapping. He shook his head, trying to dispel the bad hallucinations.

"When did you come to California?"

"Maybe seven or nine, I don't remember."

"So early."

"I was adopted by a couple, and they came here the year after the adoption."

Representative Foley nodded, "Why are you telling me this?" ”

This was not a problem, because Lingmei was about to tell him something, and Forlì could have believed not a word, but with these memories of the past, Foley became willing to believe the charming oriental woman around him, and he thought that maybe he had not been close to Shamel for too long.

"I want to say we're good people, and you might ask who we are, but from my point of view, I firmly believe that you not only have the right to know who we are, but you also want to know."

Representative Foley didn't speak, and both men were waiting for the other to speak, when it was Mussel Lingmei who broke the silence.

She leaned back, sat up straight, and seemed to exert a great effort. "If only I had a cup of coffee now."

"We'll have to wait a while to buy it, and we'll buy it later."

"Hmm."

Another silent stretch.

"If I knew, I would have told you everything I knew, but I'm afraid it would disappoint you, I don't know much, but, one thing I want you to believe that whoever we are, we are doing something very meaningful, and they sometimes seem to be small helps, but they are undoubtedly kind and fruitful."

"I think you're mistaken."

"Misunderstanding?"

"I don't need to know who you are."

"Why?"

"You can tell me a thousand facts, and if you use the data-machine model, it won't take an hour, but this kind of pure information means nothing to me."

This time it was Mussel's turn and Ling Mei was reluctant to speak again.

As much as possible, Representative wants his attitude to be respectful and calm. After a woman shared her childhood with him, he had to be polite and graceful, whatever that meant.

"I say useless because, it doesn't depend on what you say, but on whether I believe it or not. It's easy to get a machine to learn something, make it behave according to our predictions, and in turn prove that they learned and understood what we want them to understand.

People are much more complicated. Once reason reasoned about something, in fact, because reason is inexhaustible, things become more and more complicated; The brain has evolved an easy way to cope – to believe. ”

Representative Foley paused for two seconds, but Mussel Lingmei remained silent, she looked at the shallow white clouds outside the window glass, and reached out to touch the gray interior of the door, as if there was dust there to wipe down.

"It doesn't matter who you are or what you say, but I'm glad you told me."

"I thought you wanted to know."

"What I would prefer to know is what I will do if I refuse you, you seem to be omnipotent, ready to appear before me, and of course it is easy to track down a modern man; There's more you can do than that. What happens if I refuse to cooperate? ”

"Why would you say no?" Mussel Lingmei stared at Forley with wide black eyes, "I can't think of any reason why you should refuse this surgery. ”

"Perhaps, originally, I wouldn't have refused."

"What's different now?" She seemed to be in a hurry. This makes Representative feel like he's talking to a normal woman.

"You're here, just one more factor, and it looks like I can exclude you from the surgical option, after all, I always have to decide whether to do it or not, where to do it, and when, you must know as well as my doctor, and the last point is becoming more and more difficult for me to decide."

Representative Foley is telling the truth, so he speaks slowly without emotion. Mussel Lingmei listened patiently and well, and the long sun outside the window completely sparked their faces, and it was noon, and the sun made people unable to open their eyes.

With some disappointment, frustration, or something like that, she closes her eyes and doesn't speak again, much to the guilt of Foley.

If she could think about it the other way around, she would see that what sounded like a tough rhetoric from Forlì was still fragile.