"Oh?" Rustberg was pleasantly surprised: "Thank you, I'll try to read a few pages a day." ”

"My personal advice is not to read it before bed, unless you want to try the nightmarish feeling. Really," Edward said seriously, this was his own experience, and it was obviously not a pleasant thing to have had this experience in both lifetimes.

"So powerful?" Ruthberg was skeptical.

"It's a genius. If you have to make an analogy, Van Gogh in popular literature, you should be able to understand it, whether it is his life experience or the style of his works, it is very similar. Of course, there is no evidence that he also had his own ear cut off, and that he was luckier, at least ever married. ”

"Let me think about it, I took a course in literature appreciation in college, but, it doesn't seem to have the name Lovecraft." Her slender fingers pressed against her temples, trying to remember.

"Of course you haven't heard," Edward muttered inwardly, and then said, "An elder said well, a person's destiny must of course depend on self-struggle, but it must also take into account the historical itinerary. ”

She agreed, "It sounds very reasonable, it's obviously said by a wise man, such a person should be famous." Wisdom is a person's best wealth and the best propaganda for it. ”

“excited！” Edward nodded hurriedly, it was very strange, although he had lost a lot of memories after crossing over, he remembered this kind of famous words very clearly.

But the fly in the ointment is that I can't remember who said it, which has to be said to be regrettable.

It's a pity.

Very, very regrettable.

"My literature teacher was Mr. Vladimir Nabokov, and he was a legend, a man of great talent in literature, and his ability to write and appreciate was among the best in the world.

Edward shrugged, "Ruth, think about Van Gogh." I would say that although Lovecraft does not have any reputation now, so that the literary masters of our time will inadvertently ignore his existence, believe me, he will eventually shine, and there will be countless third-rate writers and screenwriters lying on his tombstone, sucking his ideas to eat. ”

"Hey, Ed don't say that...... So exaggerated" The young female professor exaggerated her disgusted look, and before she knew it, the private names of the two had changed from Mr. Edward and Miss Ruthberg to Ed Ruth.

No one knows when it started, as if everything was so logical, and naturally, the gap between age and status has tended to dissipate, and all that remains is equal friendship.

But it seems to be more egalitarian?

So, good friends?

Edward didn't dare to ask, and Roseberg naturally didn't bother to dig deeper, so he ended up idle, facing the loneliness between the two with an unprecedented leisurely and relaxed attitude.

Although there are not many opportunities for this, and the duration is compensated, it can make her happy and make him happy.

"I was younger than you are now, and Mr. Nabokov was in his fifties, in the prime of his life as a good man of letters, and he was kind in class, but aggressive, and I was very uncomfortable with his Russian-accented English."

"But I think you can torture him too, after all, the Brooklyn accent is confusing to many Americans. And, when it comes to an aggressive attitude...... Hehe," Edward exaggeratedly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead that didn't exist.

"Yes," Roseberg put the book and handouts in his handbag, and Edward took them as a matter of course, and the two walked out side by side, "At that time, he liked me very much, and often called me by name to answer questions in class, and whenever this time other students complained, it felt like they were abroad." He was an artist of language, but at that time he could only stare at me with huge innocent eyes, trying to figure out what I was trying to express. ”

"Poof" Edward couldn't help but laugh, it was too graphic, Russian American English and inexplicably European English with a black accent in the classroom.

"At that time, I tried to change the way I pronounce my voice, because as a lawyer, the accent is also a reflection of ability."

"Well, why don't you talk to you for more than five sentences, and you immediately turn to this uplifting topic? I'm really curious about how you spend your spare time? So positive every moment of every day? So, then, the golden light? Energetic? ”

"Spare time? It was a luxury for me, I wasn't in very good health since I was a child, I had to run to the hospital for many years, I had a lot of schoolwork, and then I had Judith, and there were even more things. Actually, it's better for me now, I can at least have a study room to prepare for my lessons or continue studying, and for a long time, I would review my homework on the kitchen table every day when I got home. ”

"Uh...... I kind of regret lending you the book now, you should need more sleep. ”

"No, quite the opposite, Ed, you know, I used to be so envious of Mr. Nabokov, who was not only a good writer, a connoisseur of literature, but also a biologist."

"Don't you envy now?" Edward smiled, the autumn wind blowing on his face, making people's mood lighter.

"Uh......" she brushed the hair blowing on her cheeks, shook her head, and said, "I used to be envious, but now I know that envy also requires confidence...... People like me have no right to envy Mr. Nabokov. You know, he's even published a lot of lepidopteran papers in professional journals, and it seems that he has discovered several rare butterflies, which is amazing. ”

"Uh-huh???" Edward's two lives as a human being and this kind of serious literature have no fate, and they are both hated by each other.

I can know Nabokov's name or I heard that it is Liu Beiwen, but I only know this name, and of course I don't know anything about the life of a great writer.

His daily hobbies are studying butterflies and chess, and he has become an expert in both fields. This is the real life, which is enviable...... And I'm just a ruthless judicial machine. ”

Edward tried to comfort her, but didn't know where to start.

Rustberg laughed, and once again brushed the hair that had fallen to her forehead, her posture graceful, her fingers moving softly as if plucking the strings of the harp, "So I'm going to start trying to change now, life is good, I'm going to try to find the good beyond the law and Judith." ”

She looked at Edward, the smile in her eyes lingering......

……

Back in the office, Lustberg sat down at the desk, took two sips of water, and returned to work.

"Ed, you should know what Yale is? Yale differs from other law schools in that they are usually only responsible for teaching students how to handle the 95 percent of cases, which is not a problem. But this country is so vibrant, she is constantly improving, she is constantly surpassing herself, industry and agriculture are like this, and the law that is the most competitive in Milican is also the same. ”

"New cases are emerging one after another, and if we blindly look for answers from the wisdom of our predecessors, it will be a shame and a great shame for our contemporaries."

Edward shrugged "There is only one exception, Miss Rustberg......"

Seeing that Rushberg's brows furrowed, Edward suddenly rejoiced, "The Constitution, the Constitution is the exception, it is the crystallization of the wisdom of the founding fathers, and when there is a major question, the answer can be found in it." ”

"You're such a slipper," Roseberg laughed, agreeing with his peers' views.

"But Eddard, you've got talent, a talent like no other, so you're born to solve those 50 percent of the problems. Got it? Don't let me down. ”

……

Whenever Edward returned to his apartment from the library in the early hours of the morning, he always silently recited these words in his mind to motivate himself, at least not to fall asleep while walking, or step on the tent on the big lawn, disturbing the mandarin dream is an act of breaking his life, not to mention that if the mandarin duck hugs each other in the open top, this is really not an ordinary spicy eye.

This is not alarmist, because of the presence of Carl Wright, this big lawn is really hard to say.

……

"Ed, you, you're really making me speechless, oh my God......" Roseberg sighed again today at the memo that Edward had put together.

"Beautiful, really beautiful, you very completely simulated the cross-examination process of Judge Leyard, even beyond the outline I gave you, the new addition of your own ideas, at first glance is typical of your style, tricky, unexpected, it seems to be suspected of violating the law, but careful analysis found that it is just stuck on the red line. How did you do that? ”

"Ha......" Edward wanted to yawn, but the vanity of the young man in the face of admiring women made him hold back, "Hahaha, this, this, okay, I suddenly thought of it when I watched the TV news last night." ”

"I envy you, if only I had your acumen." Ruthberg sighed softly.

"So what was the content of yesterday's TV news" She suddenly changed the topic, Edward was stunned, only to see the other party sly smiling at him, as if to say, "Hehe, play with the old lady?" Tell me, what time did the night train run last night? ”

However, Edward is a traverser, and of course he is very thoughtful.

"IT'S NOT BIG NEWS, SO I DIDN'T PAY MUCH ATTENTION TO IT, BUT AFTER THE IN-DEPTH REPORT AFTER THE NEWS, FAKENEWS INVITED A SENIOR EXPERT FROM THE MINISTRY OF DEFENSE TO EXPLAIN THE HYDROGEN BOMB THAT FRANCE EXPLODED TWO MONTHS AGO, WHICH IS THE FIFTH COUNTRY TO HAVE A HYDROGEN BOMB" EDWARD SCRATCHED HIS HEAD.

"You men are such militants, there is no war and you are still so obsessed with weapons."

"Perhaps, but I'm deeply worried about the French government." Edward's face was sorrowful.

"Worried about what?"

"Hopefully, when the next war breaks out, their top commander will at least think that he still has a weapon of mass destruction like a hydrogen bomb before he surrenders." He seems very innocent, "really"

"Aha" Ruthberg was stunned for a moment, then patted her thigh and laughed wildly, "Ed, you really, you really...... The Monsieur Abel I taught to you is of French descent, and you must not say it in front of him, he will go mad. ”

"Did you surrender to me like crazy? Or use baguettes as weapons to send me an invitation to a duel? Edward knew that this Monsieur Abel was often courteous to Routhberg, so he would not pass up any opportunity to speak ill of him behind his back, "after all, he is French......"

"Oh, it's time for me to get back to work, thank you Eddard, it was a pleasure to talk to you, and your flash of inspiration saved me at least two hours. Thank you. Ruthberg watched, the amber eyeballs under her long eyelashes radiating softness and serenity.

Edward was fascinated.

But he still hasn't forgotten his role: "Haha, I'm really honored to do this, if there are any troublesome problems, you can throw them together, maybe I'll be inspired again today, and most of them will have new results." ”

"Hey, don't you have Chinese ancestry? Why is it not modest at all," Ruthberg feigned annoyance, "there is no task left today. ”

"Okay, goodbye," Edward reluctantly left the office.

Rustberg stared at his distant back in a daze, until the door closed, he came to his senses, put on his glasses and began to work, with a smile still on his lips, "Thank you, Ed...... You yourself have forgotten that you have already spoken about hydrogen bombs in front of me several times...... You've only watched TV once these days......

……

That night, Edward went to the dining room for dinner, and since Big Black had been involved in rugby training, his career as a cook had finally come to an end, so he spent his days in class, office, library, and apartment, saving a lot of time by spending dinner outside.

Tonight's big lawn is bustling with activity, and new tricks have been made.

Hansen didn't know where to get a movie projector and a screen, and he put on an open-air movie.

Edward's heart was suddenly a dime, thinking of "do ~ ~ love, don't fight", "use do love to occupy the park, use do love to protest the guarantee" and "omen burning" and other new forms of the civil rights movement, and said that Hansen's goods are not to play big, if it is open on the lawn, it will be too exciting.

Although there are no reports of similar things at the moment, Edward is convinced that in this era, it is sooner or later that Mao~ films are used as propaganda films and broadcast in public.

And a while ago, there happened to be a particularly classic, popular blockbuster in 50 states of Millican, and for a time **** has become a popular amateur activity for the majority of the people, which has also provoked many conservatives, and they have written articles or appeared on TV to point out that the moral degeneration of the United States will be severely punished by the Lord sooner or later.

The film was opened in classified movie theaters, and Edward secretly bought tickets to see it when he was in New York.

To be honest, in addition to the brain hole, it is really lackluster, which makes him miss the Dongying teachers in his previous life more and more, but thinking that even the most "old" Iijima teacher has not yet been born, he can't help but feel sad.

Wait, if you say that, the respected grandfather Shigeo Tokuda has already been born, but his old man should still be an ordinary social animal so far, and his career only blossomed after he got 70.

Ay...... It's so rough in this era.

However, Hansen disappointed Edward this time around, or was full of surprises.

He found that it was a color film, the picture tone was highly saturated, and the exterior was shot entirely in the sun, which made the film appear warm and warm, Edward saw on the screen the familiar city towers, the majestic Great Wall, and the yellow faces full of heartfelt smiles, although the clothes were not necessarily bright, but their mental state was enviable.

The children sang and danced freely and played games, the old people walked birds and drank tea to enjoy their old age, and the young people also had their own fun, and everyone was immersed in their own happiness.

This is my home, this is my motherland!

Edward lost his mind for a while, staring at the screen blankly, this film is not long from beginning to end and is only about 20 minutes, Edward watched it repeatedly, and most of the time passed unconsciously.

"Hey, Ed, how's it going!?" Hansen suddenly spotted him and began to greet him from a distance.

"Oh," Edward quickly rubbed the corners of his eyes, and responded with a common expression, "yes, where did you get this film, and what is it called?" ”

"The Frenchman Chris Marc went to China in 1955, this guy is a representative of the New Wave movement, of course such a person supports the revolution, in fact, he is one of the important participants in the May Revolution in Paris, this film is called, very good!"

"It's so pretty......"

"Yes, he sent a lot of copies to support us."

"It's really getting richer and richer now," Edward praised from the bottom of his heart

"Of course, in order to awaken more people, we must diversify our approach and make everyone aware of the problems of this country......"

"Well, you're getting more and more like a revolutionary. Of course, one day you'll be proud to know me, really. ”

"I hope so, wait, you said the opposite."

"No, when you're standing in court as a defendant and facing government charges, you're definitely happy to know Edward Young."

"Cut...... I can't wait! Hansen rolled his eyes, "Then I'll go do something else first." ”

"Well, you go get busy, I'll look at it later."

"That's right, after all, you're half Chinese," Hansen said.

Edward looked at the familiar and unfamiliar city on the screen, and felt a lot of emotion, as if he was in a dream again.

……