Homer meditately paced into his hospital room and was confronted by the health soldier, who touched Homer's shoulder, but Homer didn't notice it.

It was time to give Sasha the gadgets he bought at the market, Homer said to himself.

Maybe Sasha will need it.

He pulled a bag out of the box and rubbed it in his hands.

The girl burst into his room a few minutes later - nervous, overwhelmed and irritable.

Will this mine be detonated or will Homer be spared?

Sasha didn't speak, just bit her nails.

Both were waiting for the other's reaction.

"I have a gift for you." The old man got up from behind the desk and placed a roll on the bedspread next to the girl.

"Why?" She seemed to be hiding inside her shell, creaking all over her body, and she wasn't going to crawl out of it.

"Why do people give each other gifts?"

"To repay the other party." Sasha replied in the affirmative, "Pay the other person what he has done for himself, and prepay what he asks the other person to do for him." @ ”

"Then you treat this gift as if I was paying you back for what you did for me." Homer smiled, "I won't ask you anything again." ”

"I didn't do anything for you." The girl retorted.

"You forgot my book? I've written you in. I should pay it off, I don't want to owe anyone anything. Okay, come on, open it and take a look. He feigned anger.

"I don't like to owe anyone anything." Sasha opened the hole as she spoke.

"What is this? Ah! ”

In her hand was a red plastic round box that could be opened from the middle.

It turned out to be a cheap military compact, and now the powder lattice and rouge lattice are empty, but a small mirror embedded in the lid is very well preserved.

"It looks so much better in this mirror than in a puddle." Sasha stared at the mirror and studied her appearance with interest. "Why did you send me this?"

"Sometimes you still need to see how you look." Homer laughs and says, "It allows us to know ourselves better." ”

"What should I know about myself?" She became alert, feeling something Homer had to say.

"There are people who have never seen themselves as they are, so they think they are something else all their lives.

People often don't really see themselves from the inside out, but no one else will remind you......

Without mirrors, they will continue to misread and lose themselves. Even if they see themselves in the mirror, they can't believe it's them.

At the same time, the mirror also reflects people's lives and emotions. When others ask for help from you, then you will lend a helping hand and show your kindness. But when others dictate to you, you will ignore it and express your disdain. ”

"So who am I seeing in it?" The girl asked stubbornly.

"It's up to you to tell me." Homer folded his hands in front of his chest.

"It's me...... A girl. To be more precise, she first pointed one side of her cheek toward the mirror, and later the other. :

"Girl." Homer corrected her, "A very raunchy girl. ”

She fiddled there for a moment, then stared at Homer earnestly, as if to ask something, but changed her mind again.

She was silent for a moment, then summoned up the courage to ask, and Homer choked and coughed:

"Am I ugly?"

"It's hard to say." He tried his best to restrain the corners of his mouth, "I can't see clearly that you are so unkempt." ”

"So that's because of this?" Sasha raised her eyebrows, "Can't men feel the beauty of women?" Should it be completely shown to you and explained to you? ”

Gudan said so. And because of this, we are often deceived. Homer laughed.

"Those paints can do wonders on a woman's test. As for you, your face, we'll have to dig it out through archaeological excavations first, and then we'll start the restoration work.

We are from the ancient Greco-Roman period.

It is impossible to tell whether they are beautiful or not on the pedestal of the statues, although they are almost certainly beautiful. Homer kindly added.

"What is "Ancient Greece and Rome"?

"Ancient." Homer is also sincerely messing around.

"But I'm only 18!" She protested.

"That's what people find out later, when they dig you out." The old man sat down behind the desk again, opened the last page of the book full of words, and read it again, his expression becoming melancholy.

If it is excavated, the girl, himself, and everyone else......

Once upon a time, he had the idea of amusing himself:

Will archaeologists in a thousand years of time, when they investigate the ruins of Moscow, find an entrance to the underground labyrinth?

Will they be able to realize that they have hit a huge mass grave?

I don't think anyone would have thought of this, because they wouldn't have believed that humans could live in such dark tombs, and that there would not be a highly developed civilization that could degenerate to this point at the end of its existence. @

So the archaeologists will determine that this collective tomb must be the tomb of the monarch, and he was buried here with all his companions, weapons, servants, and wives and concubines.

There are more than 80 useless copies left in his notebook, and these more than 80 are not enough for him to write two worlds into it - the world on the ground, and the world in the subway?

"Are you listening to me?" The girl touched his arm.

"What? Sorry, I got distracted. He wiped his forehead.

"Are those ancient statues really beautiful? What was considered beautiful in the past, is still beautiful today? ”

"Of course." The old man shrugged.

"Tomorrow is still beautiful?" The girl pressed on.

"Perhaps, if it's valuable to someone."

Sasha pondered and stopped talking!

Homer was once again caught up in his own unpleasant reverie, and did not hurry the conversation to continue.

"In other words, beauty does not exist without man?" Sasha asks her question in confusion at the end.

"No, maybe not." He replied nonchalantly.

"If no one sees something beautiful...... You must know that animals are not capable of aesthetics......"

"If the difference between a beast and a man is that they cannot distinguish between beauty and ugliness." Sasha pondered.

"In other words, if there is no beauty, human beings cannot exist?"

"Perhaps." The old man nodded, "But many people don't need beauty at all in life. ”

The girl reached into her pocket and pulled out something of unknown nature:

A square filled with a painting, made of polyethylene, or other plastic.

The girl was a little shy, but with a sense of pride, as if to show off a great treasure, and she handed it to Homer.