Ono Keili waited angrily, and at this time, Soros was still nagging: "In the end, things will not be arranged as you hoped." She sank her face, disapproving, disappointed. He said insincerely: "We are just going to fall in love spiritually...... After that, he walked to the side of the bed and sat down next to the crying Ono Keori. He was perplexed at once, not because of the morality of the matter, for it was clear from all points of view that it was impossible, and yet he was still perplexed, and at this moment, his usual demeanor and tenacity to coordinate were gone.

"I knew you wouldn't want to," she whimpered, "and it was a slim hope." He stood up. Good night, kid. It's a shame. Don't worry about things in the past. There will be many people who fall in love with you, and how good it would be when you are flawless, including emotionally, to usher in your first love. That's an old notion, right? As he took a step towards the door, she looked up at him. She looked at him, not understanding what he was thinking. She saw him take another slow step and turned to look at her. She wanted to grab him, to swallow him, to want his mouth, his ears, his nose, to hold him, to devour him. She saw his hand fall on the doorknob. She gave up on the idea and threw herself headlong into the bed. When the door closed, she got up and walked over to the mirror and began to comb her hair, sobbing slightly......

The next day, she had calmed down, and at the same time felt ashamed. Juanxiu's appearance in the mirror did not restore her confidence, but only touched the pain of yesterday. After lunch, around the corner of the hotel corridor, they met, "I can't do anything." "I love you, but that doesn't change what I said last night." "It doesn't matter. I just want you to love me, and as long as you love me, everything will be easy. "Unfortunately I do love you, but I can't let my wife know, or even be suspicious. She and I had to live together. "Kiss me again." He kissed her and quickly left her. Of course she understands, she understands this kind of thing very well, don't hurt people. She knew that the Soross loved each other because she had thought so in the first place, but she thought that the love had somewhat cooled down, and in fact it was somewhat similar to the kind of affection between herself and her mother. If you are so attached to outsiders, doesn't it show a lack of inner passion? She felt guilty because now, she had forgotten about her mother.

In the future, she often recalls the happiest moments she felt. Once it was she dancing with Soros. He was tall and strong, like a poet; She is charming, as words are. The poems are charming and brilliant. They danced as if in a sweet dream, and he led her around the room, subtly suggesting that she was like a bouquet of flowers, a piece of rich cloth before the eyes. For a moment, they seemed to stop dancing and just snuggle up tightly together. Her sweaty body clung to him, his clothes crumpled and crumpled, and they kissed where someone else's hat and coat hung ......

On a summer night, after dinner, everyone in the hotel gathered in the hall, Obama and Yoko Ono stood in the middle, "Representatives of the upper class, the middle class, and the lower class, war is imminent!!" 4 years ago, the war between the upper, middle and lower classes of the human race on the ten planets for the distribution of wealth attracted Thanos of the Röntgen Star Corps in the second universe, and that war made Thanos know about our existence in the first universe, the human civil war on the ten planets, the magnetic explosion nuclear radiation accidentally opened up the dark matter channel of the first and second universes, and the Thanos Army is rushing towards us at 10 times the speed of light! Lewis shouted dismissively: "Nonsense! Where is there any Thanos? What war? Isn't the speed of light the fastest in the world? "What Obama just said is true! The universe is faster than the speed of light, the speed of dark matter is more than 100 times the speed of light, and it is believed that the speed of light is the fastest------ which is the view of the bottom of the well, a blind eye! Yoko Ono retorted. Lewis left the night in a huff.

The next morning, he checked out and left alone, and no one knew where he went. He doesn't care about any war? What Thanos? One by one, the people of the Silver Beach Hotel dispersed, like a low tide. Before Ono's mother and daughter returned to Hollywood, they went to Yunlian, and their daughter visited her 47-year-old father, Li Riqing......

And Lewis's mind is not tired of books, he always clung to the knowledge in books and refused to relax. A week passed, and it seemed like centuries had passed. Sometimes, he even felt that there was no essential difference between ------ living a hundred years and living a day. Years and days are all invented by human beings. There is no such thing in the universe, there is no time and no space! The old life, the old perspectives were left far behind, and he nibbled on books that would take years of preparation to read. Today he reads outdated and useless philosophy, tomorrow he reads advanced and fashionable philosophy, and the contradictions in his mind about the concepts of production and life make him dizzy, and the same is true for reading economics books.

On a bookshelf in the library, Lewis discovered Karl Marx, Adam Smith, and Freud, and he felt that the esoteric formulas of one could not justify the obsolescence of the other's ideas. He was confused, but he still wanted to figure it out. Sometimes, he became interested in economics, agriculture, industry and commerce, and politics in a single day. He passed by the Tokyo Municipal Building Park and found a large crowd of five or six people arguing loudly and blushing. He leaned forward to listen, and heard a new and unfamiliar language from the mouths of these folk philosophers. One of the debaters was a homeless man, another was a labor agitator, another was a law student, and the others were talkative laborers. For the first time, he heard all sorts of polemics about the social philosophy of various isms. He had heard many new terms, in areas that his meagre reading had not touched. He could not follow the discussion closely, and could only guess and estimate the meaning of the foreskin wrapped in these unfamiliar words. A gentleman talked about his philosophy of "existence is right", and everyone was dumbfounded. The other gentleman talked about the origin and demise of the universe......

An hour later, Lewis left in a state of confusion. He hurried to the library to look up the definitions of a few uncommon words, and when he left the library, he had two more books under his armpit: "The World's Most Amazing Twenty-Four Lessons" and "People Against Society". He sat in bed and stayed up all night reading, looking up the dictionary more than he did when he was reading. I have checked too many new words, and I can't remember the second time we met, so I have to check it again. He thought of a way to copy down the definition in his notebook, page after page, but he still couldn't read it, and he read until two o'clock in the morning, reading dizzily, but he didn't grasp a fundamental idea in the book. He looked up, and the room seemed to be like a ship on the sea, so he cursed a few times, threw the book on the table, and turned off the light and went to sleep. He may not have been more fortunate when he read other books. It's not because his brain is stupid and useless, his brain can think about this kind of problem, it's just that he lacks thought training and thinking tools. He also estimated this, and once considered not reading anything else, but first memorizing every word in the dictionary, so Lewis read through the "Xinhua Dictionary" and "Oxford Dictionary". Lewis felt that people should understand God, the universe, and dark matter through self-consciousness and contemplative contemplation.

However, poetry gave him comfort, and he read many poems, such as China's "Three Hundred Tang Poems", "One Hundred Song Poems", and "Words in the World", and the relatively simple poets gave him great pleasure. He loved beauty, and found beauty in those poems, and poetry moved him like music. In fact, reading poetry was preparing him for the heavier work he was about to undertake, although he didn't realize it at the moment. When he reads the poems he likes, he first recites them aloud, and then reads them silently, feeling the rhythm and beauty of those poems like tasting dry red, and he gets happiness from them.

The people at the library borrowing desk were very welcoming to Lewis when he saw him there, and he always nodded and smiled at him as soon as he entered, so Lewis did a bold thing. He borrowed a book, and while the man was stamping the borrowing card, he hurriedly said, "Well, I have something to ask you." The man smiled and listened to him. If you met a young lady in the library and she asked you to see her, how long would it be before you would go back? "Nervous and sweaty, Lewis felt his shirt cling to his chest and stick." I think you can go anywhere. The man replied. Lewis retorted, "Maybe, she's not at home, she's in college." "Then let's go a second time." "I didn't make it clear." Lewis hesitantly admitted, then made up his mind to put himself at his mercy. "I'm a rough man, I haven't seen much of the world, and I don't have what this girl has, and she doesn't have what I have. You don't think I'm, do you? He asked suddenly. No, no, not at all, you can rest assured. The man replied, "Your request is beyond the scope of the loan office's consulting business, but I am more than happy to assist you." Lewis looked at him in admiration. So, when is the best time to go? In the afternoon, after lunch? Or at night? Weekend? ”

"I'll give you an idea," said the librarian, whose face lit up, "and you might as well call her first." "Okay. Thank you! Lewis grabbed his book and walked away, and his problem was solved like this.

"You can come anytime, I've been home all afternoon." When he stammered and asked when she would be able to return the book, Momoe Yamaguchi answered on the phone. Momoe Yamaguchi personally came to the door to greet him. Her feminine eyes caught at a glance the crisp folds of his pants and the subtle changes in his body that were indescribable. His face also caught her attention, energetic, almost imperious, and there seemed to be an overflow of energy in his body, rushing towards her like a tidal wave. She felt that desire again, and wanted to snuggle up in search of warmth, and she couldn't help but wonder why his presence had such an effect on her!

At this time, the difference between the two is that ------ her calm and restrained, while his face is flushed and hot. He staggered awkwardly behind her, shaking his shoulders and shaking dangerously. It was only after he sat down that he relaxed, much more relaxed than he had estimated. Perhaps she deliberately made him relaxed, and the kindness and thoughtfulness she showed for this made him fall in love with her more and more madly.