Atokounmpo walked through the crowd in Times Square, and he knew that there were intelligent robots, real people, real people, and machine synths, people from the ten planets of the solar system, men, women, and hermaphrodites. The delicate faces of the women swirled in front of him, like a kaleidoscope, either too fat or too thin, these faces floated in the air, their breath warm and warm, reminding him of the key words "fresh, youthful, and energetic". At this moment, he felt that these worldly breaths gave them a hazy and elusive sense of mystery. He inhaled carefully, filling his lungs with aroma rather than the pungent smell of smoke. Suddenly, his eyes were drawn to a beautiful young woman with dark skin. She sat alone in a car, the door closed, and in the dim light, her eyes reminded him of phalaenopsis. In an instant, Atokounmpo's thirst for love was awakened again......

When Atokounmpo pulled out of the crowd, he breathed a sigh of relief. The silence around was like a black wind, blowing from the intersection and passing through a Chinese bakery, next door to a pharmacy, emitting the smell of hand sanitizer, cough and fever analgesics, and a faint smell of Chinese medicine counters for the prevention and treatment of the new coronavirus. Then there is the Indian-owned laundry, the door is still closed, and the water inside is steaming, making people feel suffocated and closed. Atokounmpo stopped at the Cuban cigar shop around the corner, which looked lively and human in the night fog, and he could also buy a pack of premium products along the way.

I remember one time when he finished smoking his last cigar in a dark room and sat alone against the open window. It was the first time in the two years he had lived in Boston that he found himself fully acclimated. Of course, Boston isn't perfect, and living in it can occasionally feel a certain sting. For Atokounmpo, it was only recently that he learned how to avoid loneliness. In the past, he was quite careful that if he didn't have a date that night, he would go to his favorite Latin bar as soon as possible to find someone to accompany him......

Now, Atokounmpo leaned over the bay window, staring in daze at the graceful black curves of the street corner. At this time, Washington is taking Wu Zetian to enjoy the nightlife of the United States. At this time, the faint street lamp shone in from the window like the moon, he looked up at a few blinking stars, hugged his arms and was cold, suddenly a meteor crossed, he silently made a wish------ met the beauty of rebirth!

On the way they discussed writing, and as he walked, Washington said, "I don't think an artist's work comes from his intellect." He would refine the style he imitated and draw material from life from the point of view of personal interpretation. Every writer writes because that's the pattern of his life, or it's his 'mission'. Beckham said coldly: "I'm not used to thinking of myself as an artist yet. "I'm also trying to write, and my predecessors wrote scriptures------ the Bible, the Diamond Sutra, the Koran, and the Tao Te Ching. Wu Zetian smiled: "The ambition is not small!" ”

On the way they discussed writing, and Washington said as he walked, "I don't think the artist's work comes from his intellect." He would refine the style he imitated and draw material from life from the point of view of personal interpretation. Every writer writes because that's the pattern of his life, or it's his 'mission'. Beckham said coldly: "I'm not used to thinking of myself as an artist yet. "I'm also trying to write, and my predecessors wrote scriptures------ the Bible, the Diamond Sutra, the Koran, and the Tao Te Ching. Wu Zetian smiled: "The ambition is not small!" ”

When they walked into the "Wine Stop" restaurant in the square, Hepburn was not there and went out. Beckham guessed: "She should be dancing there." I told her that I couldn't understand why she wasn't annoyed, and that she jumped from afternoon to night until I said she had made herself skinny to the point of being unhuman. Hepburn had a very young soul and no sense of responsibility, as is the case with everything. Atokounmpo answered: "Maybe a sense of responsibility will spoil her cuteness." ”……

Behind Popovich's laziness, his irrelevance and casual ridicule actually hide a surprisingly mature and ruthless purpose. His intentions, as declared in his college days, were to spend a few years traveling, having fun, and then getting rich as quickly as he could.

Four years of travel have passed, and Popovich travels the world with his passion and intense curiosity, a way that is almost akin to editing an anthropological travel guide, and when applied to others, it may seem intellectual rather than sincere. However, when applied to this person, there is a special temperament that blends mystical motives and meticulous planning, and Popovich is an outlier, driven by fate to travel all over the world to see how billions of people live, how they die, why they cry, how they are happy, and he thinks and examines the cycle of life.

After returning to the United States, Popovich pursued pleasure with his usual dedication, but this man never drank too much at parties, and he believed that ------ wine was a door to treasures, to new sensory experiences, new psychological states, new feelings of joy and sorrow. Drinking alcohol is the highest, and excessive alcohol makes people fall into demons and become crazy with alcoholism. His habits are mysterious and intriguing. Popovich has three rooms in a bachelor apartment, but he is rarely found here. ……

Popovich was actually at home this weekend! "What is it that keeps you here today?" Atokounmpo asked curiously, lying comfortably on the soft couch. "I only got home almost an hour ago. Attended a tea party and couldn't catch the Las Vegas bus because I was too late. "It's rare you'll stay that long." "yes, what are you doing?" "Jennifer, I'm with that 'Tea Fragrance' tavern hostess, as I told you before." "Oh!" "She called me at two o'clock and didn't leave until four o'clock. She's a special little stunner, I'm obsessed with her, she's such a lovely silly girl, I think she's a model of virtue. ”

The Draco Twins had seen this girl, Atokounmpo often brought home, they had known each other for half a month, she was a girl who was difficult to classify, and had no regular male partner. Atokounmpo found her amusing, and liked the chaste, fairy-tale fairy kiss she gave him. She was a good companion, familiar, relatable, and reassuring, and besides, he had no interest in delving further, not out of any moral scruples, but because he was afraid of being entangled and ruining the peace of his present life.

"I wish our David Beckham could write about her." "Atokounmpo, I don't think you think she's worth writing about at all. Actually, she's just like everyone else. Popovich yawned, "Atokounmpo, I think today I have a lot of confidence in Beckham, I understand that his efforts so far have focused on people rather than concepts, his inspiration comes from life rather than art, and he continues to create steadily, and I believe that he will become a great writer in the future." Atokounmpo replied eagerly: "He manages to be close to life, which is the goal pursued by every author, except for the most unpopular." After all, most of them still draw nutrients from second-hand data. Perhaps the events and characters are based on real life, however, the author usually interprets them with the point of view of the book he recently read. For example, when he meets a county magistrate and determines which character he is based on, he actually sees the resemblance between the real county magistrate and the recently created captain of the ship, so he knows how to present the character of the county magistrate in his work. You're right, Beckham certainly has the ability to record any interesting, character-like character. ”

At this time, the Tianlong twins came to visit, and they talked about literature and wrote novels for another hour. Atokounmpo asserted: "The so-called classics can completely withstand the test of the next generation, and then the classics will be safe, and become the existence of architecture or furniture style, and find a place for their own form of freshness and dignity...... Wu Zetian said: "To write a novel, you must not only write the Tao, but also not dry dog food." To write a novel is to write about conscience, conscience is the center of gravity of the balance of the universe, the heart is the universe, and conscience is the heart. Washington added: "Atokounmpo, you can be a Nobel Prize-winning writer, and you want to portray characters in your novels that are both profit-oriented, emotional, and conscience-oriented." ”

After a while, they found the subject boring, and the Tenryu Twins left first to visit Ito-Yokado. The conversation shifted from scholarship to how Atokounmpo and Popovich spent their day. "Who did the tea party?" "Why did you stay so long? Did you run into Sailor Moon? "Yes." "Are you serious?" Atokounmpo was amazed. "Not exactly a girl, I've heard that she's been in Boston's social scene for a few years." "So she's someone else's leftover?" "It's not. She looked like she was the youngest of them. "You're not so young that you miss the car, right?" "To me, she's a beautiful girl." Atokounmpo laughed scoffingly.

"Alas, Popovich, what do you mean by beautiful?" Popovich sat helplessly, "It's hard for me to describe her precisely, I can't say anything but beauty." "What did you talk to her about?" "The most we talk about is the thighs." Atokounmpo shook his whole body with excitement, "Oh my God! Whose thighs are they? "Her legs, she said a lot about them, as if her thighs were just selected for the exhibition." "She's, dancer?" "No, I found out she was Beckham's distant sister." Atokounmpo sat up abruptly, "Is her name Hepburn?" He shouted. yes, you think she's eye-catching, right? Popovich interrupted him: "I think she's a pretty straightforward and innocent girl, unlike those girls, there's really a noticeable difference. ”

"Keep talking, keep talking." "Not long ago, Beckham told me that when she was empty-headed, I knew this girl must be good. "Is that what he said?"

"What he means is that she hasn't been polluted and misled by literature yet!"