"This girl talks about her thighs, and she talks about her skin, which is all about her," Popovich said. She told me how close she wanted to tan her skin in the summer and how close she usually could. Atokounmpo asked urgently, "Are you attracted by her deep voice?" "A deep voice? No, it's skin. I started thinking about getting sunburned, thinking back to what my skin tone had become after my last sunbath three years ago, and I did have a habit of tanning my skin. At this point, Atokounmpo shook his laughter. Popovich got up and walked to the window and lifted the curtains. "It snowed heavily. It's winter again. Popovich's voice came from the window, sounding like a winter whisper, "We're getting older, I'm twenty-eight, I'm only two years away from thirty, and I'm almost middle-aged." "Yes! You're old, Popovich. "Indulgence and emotional instability are signs of aging, and you spend so much time talking about tanning skin and women's thighs." ”

The fire in the fireplace was unstable, and Popovich left the window, picked up a fire hoop and stirred the flames, pulling a log from the firewood rack and throwing it into the stove. He pondered for a moment and said, "Atokounmpo, after all, that romantic and young person is you. You are afraid that your peace will be destroyed because you have amazing and infinite sensibilities. And I, even though I tried again and again to move myself. However, even after 10,000 attempts, I'm still me, and nothing can make me excited. ”……

Atokounmpo lay sleepy in bed, greeted by the cold daylight, cut into blocks by the window strips, casting staggered shadows over the sheets, filling the room with the morning scent. Atokounmpo got up and put on his yellow dressing gown, yawned as he walked into the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror to look at himself. When Atokounmpo saw the man in the mirror------ he thought he had no accomplishments, no courage, and when the truth tested him, he was not capable enough to pass the examination. He was an arrogant fool, but at the same time powerlessly and secretly mourned the collapse of inadequate and pathetic idealism. He had adorned his soul with refined taste, but now he longed for the clichés and the shortcomings of the family. He was empty, empty like a black hole......

At this point, the doorbell rang. Atokounmpo got up and picked up the receiver, and Beckham's voice came in an exaggerated and joking tone: "Report, Miss Hepburn is visiting." He smiled and opened the door. Beckham introduced: "Hepburn, this is Atokounmpo. "Oh!" She screamed, and stretched out her small, soft hand. At first glance, she is dizzying. Her hair is full of attractiveness, bright and cheerful and contrasts with the winter colors of the interior. "I'm freezing into ice!" Hepburn whispered casually, his eyes wandering around, "This fire in the fireplace is coming well!" Just now, I told David Beckham that the next place to go was better for me to be happy. ”

Her words couldn't have been more ordinary, and it seemed that Gloria's way of speaking seemed rather casual and effortless. Atokounmpo sat at one end of the couch, examining her silhouette through the floor lamp------ her nose and lips were delicate and well-proportioned, and her chin was slightly resolute, perfectly balanced by her slightly shorter neck. She looked classical, even cold, but the brilliance of Hepburn's hair and cheeks, combined with fierceness and vulnerability, made her the most vivid impression of any woman Atokounmpo had ever seen.

"You're the best name I've ever known." She said casually, her gaze resting on Atokounmpo's face for a moment, then immediately brushing briskly over him to the Chinese-style lampholder. "You look like the name Atokounmpo feels like." She earnestly assured him that he thought she was saying this because she didn't know him well. "Quite majestic." "And there's majesty. Atokounmpo smiled and looked embarrassed. What I like is a name that doesn't chew on words. She continued the conversation, "What do you say? Her childish lips opened slightly, waiting for their answer.

Beckham replied: "I would pick a name that has been eliminated and obsolete, such as Audrey, and then create an elegant and charming character to name it, and in this way, the name will be resurrected." Hepburn's voice grasped the thread of the topic and continued to weave it, each ending with a slight upturn of tone, with a hint of humor, interspersed with elusive laughter. Where are you from? Atokounmpo asked suddenly. He knew the answer, but beauty had made him stop thinking. "Milwaukee." "Smoking is prohibited there? I saw the intervention of my great father again. He was a reform activist or engaged in similar activities. She confessed: "I don't like people who try to transform me. They will tell you that they hear rumors about you, and they will try to stand up for you. ”

After a long period of staring, Atokounmpo noticed that her eyes were blue, cold and composed, and when they looked at him, Atokounmpo understood what Popovich was referring to when he said that Hepburn had the qualities of being young and old at the same time. She always talks about herself, like a cute child would say, and her criticism of what she likes and hates is never pretentious and sincere. "I have to be honest." Atokounmpo said heavily, "Even I have heard a story about you. Hepburn immediately became alert, and sat up straight, her blue eyes, which were as soft and resolute as a cliff, looking straight at him. Tell me, I won't doubt it. I always believe anything anyone says about me, do you believe it? "Yes." The two men agreed in unison. "Okay, then tell me." "I'm not sure if I should do this," Atokounmpo teased her, as she was so visibly interested, so focused on an almost ego that it was hilarious.

"That's all boring boy." "Isn't it? , Atokounmpo. Beckham explained, "Isn't that what you hear about the infamous Wild Girls who play all over the United States?" The nickname has been around for several years – it's been called that since she was sixteen. Atokounmpo's eyes darkened and became cynical. What have you heard of me? "Something about your body." "Oh......" she replied coldly, visibly disappointed, "that's all?" "Your skin color." "My skin color?" Hepburn was puzzled, and her hand rested in her throat for a moment. "Do you remember Popovich? You met him a few weeks ago and made a big impression on him. She thought about it. I remember, but he didn't call me. "He wouldn't dare, I'm sure of that." ……

On a weekend afternoon, Hepburn and Atokounmpo met for tea at the plaza's "Gathering Friends" Yunlian barbecue restaurant, wearing a gray suit and heavy makeup, her falling blonde curls swaying like waves. In the daytime, when the light was brighter, her personality became weak in Atokounmpo's opinion, and she looked so young and delicate, as if she were not yet seventeen years old. She wore a tight skirt and showed off her figure that was stunningly soft and slender. When they entered, the band's "Habanera" dance music had just begun, perfect for the atmosphere of a crowded barbecue restaurant in winter, where a group of college students were happily planning their upcoming vacation. Hepburn cautiously examined a few seats, which made Atokounmpo a little impatient, and the two of them shuttled around the store, and finally found a two-person table to sit down on the inside, Hepburn began to hesitate again, whether to sit on the right or left? Her beautiful eyes and lips looked rather heavy in the face of the choice, and Atokounmpo once again felt how innocent and lovely her every pose was. Hepburn regarded everything in his life as something that could be chosen and assigned by himself.

She looked absentmindedly at the dancers and whispered comments as a couple of men and women slid to their side, and the girl greeted Atokounmpo. "Hi Atokounmpo, how are you?" "Hi, Wu Zetian, hello." "Who are they?" Hepburn asked, and she turned to him, "She is Wu Zetian, and her male dance partner is Washington, and they met me when I traveled to the Yangtze River in China, and later came to the United States with me." Hepburn responded: "I think she's quite charming, but it's a pity that she's not special enough." He giggled approvingly. Charming, but unfortunately not special enough. He repeated. What's so funny? She cautiously probed. It's just funny. "Do you want to dance?" "What about you?" "A little, but we'll sit down first." She decided. "And then talk about you? You like to talk about yourself, don't you? "That's right." She replied with a smile. "I can imagine that your autobiography will be a classic." "David Beckham said my life had just begun." He protested loudly: "What does he know about you again?" "Nothing. However, he said that the beginning of every woman's autobiography begins with the kiss of her first true love. "He's quoting a book I wrote." "He said that a woman who has not been in love has no autobiography." Atokounmpo laughed again. "You won't pretend you're not in love, will you?" "Of course I won't."

"So, why can't you have an autobiography? Aren't any of your kisses genuine? As soon as the words came out, Atokounmpo gasped sharply, as if to suck back what he had just said. This sucks! "I don't know what you mean by 'from the heart'?" She protested. "May I ask you to tell me how old you are now?" "Twenty-one." She said, looking into his eyes melancholy, "How old do you think I am?" "Probably seventeen." "I'm getting ready to start going back to being 17, and I don't like to live like 21 and I don't like getting old and all the things that come with it, like getting married." "You never thought about getting married?" "What I don't want is responsibility and taking care of a whole bunch of kids."

Apparently she never suspected that what came out of her mouth was wrong, and he waited with bated breath for what she would say next, hoping to continue the conversation. Hepburn was smiling, not just out of being amused, but genuinely pleasant. She turned her back to the dancing man, sat down in her chair relaxed, and asked him, "What are you doing when you're alone?" He was now welcome to such questions, and he was in the mood to talk, hoping that his answer would impress the elusive girl, who continued to browse the dance hall before her, quickly observing and appreciating what ordinary people had not. He wished that he had a gesture, that he would suddenly appear in front of her as Superman or Thanos, that his presence would stir up ripples in her heart and change her indifference to things other than herself. He wanted to change her in the first place!!