The two of them first talked about the books they had read and the people he admired, and then she led him on topic by topic, while thinking about how she could help him. She had been thinking about it a lot since they first met him in the library, and she wanted to help him. He came to see her, hoping for her sympathy and care, which no one had done before. Her sympathy was maternal, and did not hurt his self-esteem. It seemed like an indulgent impulse, but she had become accustomed to it. She never dreamed that a new love would appear in such a way, nor did she realize that what she caused would be love. She only felt that she was only interested in him, that he had many excellent qualities that made her pay attention, and that he was not just an idle person. Momoe Yamaguchi even has some feelings of doing good to help people.

She didn't realize that she loved him, but he was different, he understood that he loved her and missed her. Lewis had never had such a bitter love in his life. He used to love, but after meeting Momoe Yamaguchi, the vast world of love poetry opened up to him. What she gave him was much deeper than Aesop's Fables and Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales. He stared at her, knowing that he could die happily after kissing her. He felt that he was the mad lover of Eden, and even if he was named emperor, it would not make him more proud. At this moment, he had an epiphany, and finally understood the meaning of life and the reason why he came to this world.

He looked at her, listened to her, and his thoughts grew bolder. He reminisced about the pleasure of his hand holding hers in the doorway, reveling in bliss and longing for another shake. Sometimes his gaze fell on her lips, and he wanted to kiss her hungrily. Every movement of the two lips as she articulated the words she used brought him indescribable pleasure. Her lips were by no means ordinary women's lips, they were not made of earthly materials, but the crystallization of pure sexual spirit. He didn't realize this change of values in his heart, nor did he realize that the light in his eyes when he looked at her was the same as the gaze of all men when they were lustful and impulsive.

He never dreamed that his gaze would be so fierce and strong, and that the warm flame would disturb her every inch. Her icy virgin beauty exalted his feelings and raised Lewis's mind to Mount Everest. The glow in his eyes would have taken him by surprise, and it soaked Yamaguchi Momoe like a warm current, evoking the same enthusiasm in her, and causing her to feel a subtle disturbance. The wonderful intrusion interfered with her thoughts, forcing her to revisit her interrupted thoughts from time to time, but she did not understand where the distraction was coming from. She had always been a good talker, and if she had not been convinced that this person was superior, the appearance of such interference would have confused her. She was very sensitive, and it was not surprising that this traveler, who seemed to have come from another world, had such a unique temperament that he could make her so excited.

Since the problem behind her consciousness was how to help him, she steered the conversation in that direction, but it was Lewis who finally found the problem. "I don't know if you can tell me?" He started, and the acquiescence of the other party made his heart pound, "Do you remember? The last time I said in the library, I couldn't talk about the problems in books because I didn't know how to talk about them. Yes, I've thought about it many times since. I went to the library many times, but most of the books I read were more than I could handle. Maybe I'd better start from scratch. I don't have many favorable conditions. I've been reading hard since I was a kid, and I went to the library and looked at new books with new eyes, and you know, I always liked books, and I could read whatever I could, so I think I'm different from a lot of people. Now for the question I want to ask! I've never walked into a house like yours. I came here and loved everything I saw. What I'm going to say is, I like this, I need this, I need it now. I want to breathe the same air as you have in this room, an air full of books, paintings, beautiful things. When you walked past the room to make me tea, I thought it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I've seen all kinds of life, but I didn't expect to see it now many times higher than the people around me. I love to see and want to see more, to see something out of the ordinary. ”

Momoe Yamaguchi smiled and refilled the cup with tea, "But I haven't talked about the topic yet, this question is, I want to live a life like yours too." In addition to eating, drinking, and Lazar, there are many things in life. So, how can I do it? Where do I start? You know, I'm happy to fight the world with my hands. If I want to say hard work, I can work hard so hard that most people can't bear it. As long as I start, I can do it day and night. You may find it funny when I ask you this question. I know the last person I should ask in this world is you. But I don't know anyone else to ask. ”

He kept his mouth shut, he was showing his own appearance. She didn't speak immediately, she was bent on reuniting the simplicity of his stammering words with what she saw on his face. She had never seen a pair of eyes display such great power. The message she read was ------ this man can do anything. This message was not commensurate with his sluggishness. On this issue, however, her thinking was swift and complex, and she did not give due evaluation to his simplicity. But she also felt a kind of strength as she explored the psychology of the other person, as if she saw a person writhing and struggling under chains. She finally spoke with a sympathetic look on her face, "You yourself understand that what you need is education, and you should go back and finish your college courses." ”

"Looks like I'm going to have to study on my own, and what I want to know is where to start." "It should be said that you must first learn grammar, your grammar is not particularly good!" He blushed and sweated. "It's not about what words you use, it's about how you say them. I'll tell you the truth, you're not going to be angry, are you? I didn't mean to embarrass you. "No, it won't." He exclaimed, secretly thanking her for her kindness, "Just say it, I want to know, I think it's better to listen to you than to listen to others." ”

When she came back with her grammar book, she moved a chair and sat down beside him, and he couldn't decide whether to help her carry it. She flipped through the grammar book, their heads leaning together. When she told him what to do in the outline, he barely listened. He was amazed by the aroma, the intoxication she brought with her around him. He had only fainted once in his life, that is, in the duel with Russell on Silver Beach, and at this moment, it seemed that he was about to pass out again, and it was difficult for him to even breathe. His heart pumped blood down his throat and nearly suffocated. She seemed closer to him than ever before, and the huge gap between the two seemed to build a bridge for a while. But his noble feelings for her did not change because of this. At that moment, Lewis's worship of her should also be counted as religious awe and fanaticism, and he seemed to have broken into the most sacred realm. He cautiously and slowly tilted his head sideways, cutting off contact with her, which made him tremble like electricity, and she didn't realize it.

Over the course of a few weeks, Lewis learned grammar, reviewed social etiquette, and read books that interested him. He began to study the rhythm, structure, and form of poetry in the library, exploring the beauty underneath his love. In the past, he had never read novels with such interest and interest as he does now. His brain, which he hadn't used for 17 years, was driven by a mature desire, and he clung to books tirelessly, which was very rare.

His heart has always sought unity. When he first saw the convergence of the two worlds, he was surprised. The ideas of beauty and nobility that he found in the book made him more open-minded and convinced that in the upper echelons of society, that is, in the society in which Momoe Yamaguchi lived, all people, men and women, were pure in their thoughts and lives. And below, in his own circle of life, people are despicable and filthy. He wants to wash away the filth that has polluted him for 17 years, and he wants to rank into the noble world in which the class lives. He had been plagued by a hazy uneasiness throughout his teenage years, not knowing what he needed, always chasing something he couldn't pursue, until now that he had met her, the uneasiness in his heart had become even stronger, and had turned into pain. He finally knew clearly and unequivocally that what he was looking for was beauty, wisdom, freedom, and love.

During that time, he had met with her several times, and each time he met was an encouragement to him. She helped him learn Japanese and Chinese, and corrected his pronunciation. But their relationship was not limited to classes. He had seen a lot of life, he was precocious, and sometimes he turned to other topics, the poems he had read recently, the poets she had studied recently. When she read to him the verses she loved, he wandered in the nine heavens of joy.

He had heard many women speak, but he had never heard a voice as beautiful as hers. Her slightest voice made him tremble and fall in love. He felt joy and emotion with every word she spoke. He fell in love with the melodiousness and peace of her voice and its moving ups and downs, the outpouring of cultural upbringing and refined soul, soft and rich beyond description. As he listened to her, the harsh noise of a fierce woman, the harsh voices of the laborers in the silk reeling factory, and the girls of his own class were not harsh but did not like it. At this time, the illusion began to work, and those women appeared in his mind one by one, contrasting with Yamaguchi Momoe, and adding to Yamaguchi Momoe's brilliance. As Yamaguchi Momoe recited the psalm, he saw that her eyes often had tears in her eyes, and he understood how beautifully the psalm plucked the aesthetic strings of her nature. At such moments, her veins and feelings always made him noble-minded and turned into a god. When he stared at her face and listened to her recitation, it was as if he was gazing at the face of life, staring at the vast universe, and tasting the deepest mystery of life. At this time, he realized the height reached by his subtle sensibilities, and decided that this was love, and love was the most wonderful thing in the world. Thus the joy and fanaticism he had experienced in the past swept through the corridor of memories, and the drunken lethargy, the caresses of women, and the rough movements, all of which seemed insignificant and vulgar and boring compared to his sublime passions at the moment!

Momoe Yamaguchi was unaware of this situation, and she had never experienced it spiritually. The only experience she has on this kind of issue comes from books, and in books, daily trivial things can become real and illusory fairy realms as soon as they are processed by fantasy. Little did she know that Lewis was burrowing into her heart and accumulating strength there, which would one day erupt into a raging flame that would burn through her body. She doesn't know the true flame of love. Her knowledge of love is purely theoretical. Think of it as a faint flame, soft as dew drops, cool as a jade pot. Her idea of love is more like a calm tenderness, in the fragrance of flowers, in a relaxed atmosphere, doing this and that for her beloved. She had never dreamed of volcanic eruptions, the twitching of the earth, of its raging flames, of its destructive effects, of its ability to scorch the Garden of Eden. She doesn't know her own power, and she doesn't know the power of love. In the depths of life, to her is nothing but an ocean of fantasy. The marital love of her parents is her ideal state of love. She hopes that one day she will live the same sweet life with a wishful husband, without experiencing shocks, friction, and tosses.