"Are you reading The Economist?" Wang Yi sat down and said. He wiped his wet hands on his coat and flipped through the cover of the magazine to look at it.

Chen Ying nodded and flipped to the next page to continue reading.

"I've brought this book, so you can read it if you're interested." He waited for a blonde lady to walk over, stood in the aisle, raised his hand to lift the lid of the suitcase, pulled over his backpack, took out a book and put it in front of Chen Ying.

It is "Selected Poems of Neruda".

The number was still attached to the spine, and Chen Ying recognized that the book had been borrowed from the school library. She took the thirty-two-page paperback booklet, opened the table of contents, and carefully browsed it. The book collects the author's most famous collection of poems in the early period, "Twenty Love Poems and Songs of Despair", and his later and more far-reaching "One Hundred Love Sonnets".

"Have you read this book before?" Wang Yi asked.

"I haven't read it in detail, but I've only heard a few of the most popular sentences." Chen Ying modestly said that she found a page according to the index of the table of contents and spread it out in front of him, "I like this poem more." ”

"I like when you're silent." He pronounced the name of the psalm, "I guess you love this poem because you appreciate it: 'You are like night, silent with stars,' right?" ”

"It's not." She shook her head, "I love this one because I admire its ending:

'I like when you're silent, because you're not there,

Distant, sad, as if you have passed away.

Then a word, a smile is enough to reassure,

And I was glad that none of this had happened. ’”

"I still like his 'Like Water'." Wang Yi said, as if in reply to her words, "Look at this paragraph:

'Walking through the streets, watching the crowds of people,

Missing you,

Everything has become your shadow,

I hope that my thoughts can travel through time and space and withstand the baptism of time. ’”

"'I know that lovesickness is bitter, but I have no choice but to be lovesick. When the gorgeous leaves fall, the veins of life are visible. She followed him through the last few sentences, and fell silent together. The plane's engine was still roaring by the window.

Chen Ying took the book and read it page by page, as if she wanted to memorize every sentence in her heart. Wang Yi accompanied her to read the end of each poem.

"How can it be written so well?" She couldn't help but say that she was reluctant to hand the book back to him.

"What books did you bring?" He asked, as if in protest at her for taking his spiritual food, "Show me too." ”

"It's all more difficult and obscure, I guess you won't like it."

He didn't accept her perfunctory answer, and insisted on getting it himself. So she had to stand in the aisle with him, laboriously pulling a book out of the overhead rack. This is a book of sociology, one of Max Weber's masterpieces.

"The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism." He read out the title of the book and took it in his hand. The bald man sitting in the front row of Wang Yi probably wanted to sleep, and when he heard this, he raised the hat pressed on his forehead and looked back at them in some surprise.

"How do you think of reading a book like this?" He scanned the table of contents of the book and flipped through the page where she held the bookmark, "I heard Ye Feng say that you are studying for a double degree in sociology, and this book is required by a professional course?" ”

"It's a hobby." She explained simply.

"No wonder you like to do all kinds of part-time jobs." He read the translator's preface at the beginning of the book and said, "It turns out that you have such a profound theoretical foundation to support it. ”

"It's not theoretical. It's just that when I was studying, I liked the German thinkers. I think you're lucky to be chosen to go to Germany for an exchange. The Germans are known for their practicality and rigor, and their schools of thought are more pragmatic and speculative. On the one hand, they insist on their own views and do not follow the crowd; On the other hand, they are constantly reflecting in order to break through. If I have the opportunity to go to Germany, I would like to see the places where those thinkers have studied and lived, and experience their life experiences. Chen Ying was full of energy when she said this, and her face flushed with excitement. Wang Yi looked at her with interest from the side.

"If I have time, I'll take a look at these places for you, and then I'll write to you." He assured her.

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble? Maybe—forget it, I don't want to bother you. She hesitated.

"It's okay, I want to see these places you talked about, too."

Chen Ying wanted to continue, but she noticed that most of the passengers around her had turned off the overhead lights and entered a resting state, and it was undoubtedly unwelcome to continue the discussion. So she smiled at Wang Yi and swallowed the next tirade into her stomach. She reached for the monitor behind the front seat, trying to find a suitable movie to pass the time. Wang Yi picked up the remote control handle hanging under the armrest and started playing Texas Hold'em. He likes to bluff cards, fight big with small, and try to defeat computer programs by taking risks and playing cards out of routine.

The menu of the movie channel was long, and the name of a film caught her eye.

"Polar Lovers?" She meditated in her heart. I don't know if the title attracted her, or because of the longing for the Nordic life that was about to begin, she suddenly became interested in the film and changed her comfortable position to click the play button.

This is a bit of a cliché story, a pair of lovers who broke up for many years due to a misunderstanding, and found each other again after many twists and turns in life. However, Chen Ying was fascinated by the small squares surrounded by baroque buildings, the pigeons flying everywhere, and the small wooden houses by the lake in the Arctic Circle of Finland, such a quiet life was what she particularly longed for. In cold places, warmth is especially precious, and anticipation is also important.

"Cold?" Wang Yi watched her shrink into a ball, and unwrapped the blanket in the plastic bag to help her cover her body.

"It's fine." Her mind is still immersed in the movie.

"Very good movie. It's just a pity that the ending is too much. Wang Yi said. Chen Ying didn't notice when he gave up poker and watched the film with her.

"It's a pity?"

"yes. In the end, two people who love each other so much can't be together after all the hardships, isn't it a pity? ”

"But what can be done?" She took a sip of tea, the tea was already cold, "In the face of the teasing of fate, if people still want to stick to their original intentions, the only thing they can do is to wait." The heroine waits desperately to finally see her beloved, and she should be content. ”