Therefore, she sees Lewis as a rare person, a strange person, and only treats the effect that such a person has on her as a strange thing. Lewis has a somewhat vast and expansive temperament, femininity, and now away from him, the heroic spirit gradually gathers in him. He came to her with the aura of the desert sky and the vastness of space. There was the scorching equatorial sun on his face, and there was primordial vitality in his supple muscles. He had been scarred by the brutal people and even rougher actions of a mysterious world that was far beyond hers. The fact that this wild and untamed man could snuggle up to her so meekly made her secretly proud. The common impulse to tame ferocious animals instigated her, a knee-jerk impulse. It never occurred to her to recast him in the image of her father, even though she thought it was the most beautiful image in the world. Because of her lack of experience, she could not know that her impression of his vastness and vastness was actually the most vast and vast thing------ love. Love attracts males and females across mountains and rivers with equal force, prompting males to kill each other during mating season. Love, even drives the elements of nature to come together with irresistible force.

Her was amazed and amused by his rapid progress. She found that there were unexpected virtues in him, like flowers ripening and blooming day by day in the right soil. She recited Li Qingzhao's poems to him, but was often puzzled by his novel interpretations of the passages they discussed, and she could not have realized that his explanations were often more accurate than hers, because he was more familiar with people and life. His opinion seemed too naïve to her, though she was often thrilled by his bold understandings. His orbit was far between the stars, and she couldn't follow. She could only be shocked by his unexpected impact. Then she played the piano "To Alice" for him. She stopped warning him, but used music to detect him, because music could reach where her detection radar couldn't. His nature is open to music like a flower is to the sun. His hobby soon progressed from a middle-class jazz to a classical masterpiece that she could almost memorize. It's just that he showed a civilian interest in Chopin. With a little pluck, he commented that the Carmen Overture was very different from the other works she played, and that the piece indirectly reflected his life. He continued to forge upwards from the heights he had reached, breaking into the sparse and obscure world of spiritual exploration, where good and evil were forever in battle.

The questions he sometimes asked made her doubt the definitions and concepts she had given to music, but he never doubted her singing, which was too much like herself. He always sat there, amazed at the divine melody of her pure soprano. He couldn't help but compare it to the shrill trembling and weak voice of a factory worker. He also compared it to the cacophony of the women of the harbor city, who drank red wine and drank hoarsely.

She likes to play the piano and sing for him. In fact, it was the first time she had played with a man's soul, and it was a pleasure to shape his malleable character, because she felt that she had molded him with good intentions. What's more, being with him also made her happy and intoxicated, and she was no longer disgusted with him. Although she didn't realize it yet, she had developed a complex of exclusivity over him. He is also a stimulant for her. This allowed her to take a break from the dusty pile of books and enjoy the fresh breeze of his breezy personality, which could make her energetic. He generously gave her plenty of energy. Now, going into the house with him, or greeting him at the door, excites her. After he left, she returned to her books, and she became more energetic and energetic when she delved into it.

She has never really known how to play with souls, which can be embarrassing. As her interest in Lewis grew, it became a passion for her to reshape his life. What surprised her was his unique insight. Not only were they new to her, they contradicted her beliefs, and they always allowed her to discover seeds of truth that threatened to overthrow or change her own beliefs. She is already twenty years old, and by nature and upbringing, her conservative character has long been set in the corner where she was born and raised. Yes, his bizarre theories bewildered her when they first appeared, but she thought it was due to his peculiar type and peculiar life, and she would soon forget it. Still, the power with which he uttered these words, the light in his eyes, and the seriousness of his expression, still moved her heart and attracted her, and though she did not approve of it, she could not have guessed that this man, who came from outside her field of vision, was now speeding forward with a broader and deeper thought.

The limitations of Momoe Yamaguchi are the limitations of her vision, and the limited mind is not aware of it through others. Thus she felt that her vision was already very broad, and that the contradictions between his views and hers only marked his limitations. She dreams of helping Lewis to make him see things like she does, to expand his horizons until he agrees with hers. She felt that she needed to continue to reinvent him. Her heart is the usual kind of intolerance. This kind of mind makes people believe that their skin color, creed, words and deeds, "three views", and life are the best and most correct, while others who are separated from each other world are not as fortunate as them. It is the same intolerance that makes some men thank God for not being born as a woman, and that she wants to make this character from another corner of her life look like a person in her own particular corner of life!

Lewis has the heart of a scholar, and behind his ability to learn is his indomitable nature and his love for Momoe Yamaguchi. He took his grammar book with him and read it over and over again, until his indefatigable mind had made it so good. Noticing his partner's lame grammar, he deliberately corrected the crudeness of their words in order to improve. He found that his ears were sensitive, and he couldn't help but rejoice.

These months have been very meaningful, in addition to learning pure language and elegant thoughts, he has also learned a lot about himself. On the one hand, he felt inferior because of his lack of knowledge, but on the other hand, he also believed in his own strength. He felt a clear level difference between himself and his peers. He was self-aware, knowing that the difference was in the potential and not in the reality. What he can do, others can do. The gorgeous scenery of Hokkaido was unforgettable, and he longed for Momoe Yamaguchi to be there and enjoy it with him. The idea of his determination to describe the beauty to her ignited the creative spirit in his bosom and asked him to recreate it for more people. And so, the great thought came to ------ brilliantly to write. He will be the eyes of the world, that they may see; Be the ears of the world, that they may hear; Be the elves in the hearts of the world and make them feel it.

He wants to write, he writes everything, he writes poems, essays, novels, descriptions, plays, plays that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. This is the business, and it is the road to Yamaguchi Momoe. Lewis firmly believed: Napoleon was not a giant, politicians were not giants, and writers were giants of the world. As soon as this thought germinated, he took over him, and he would never return to his old life, never. He was intoxicated by abilities he had never thought possible, and he felt that he could do anything. For the first time, he had a clear view of Momoe Yamaguchi and her world. He painted it out in his heart and saw the way to dominate that world. Writing!! Now, that thought became a fire in his heart. He's going to get to work as soon as he gets back.

The first thing is to describe the trip to Yintan in Guangxi. He wants to sell it to 17K Fiction.com, and if he doesn't tell her yet, she will be surprised and happy when his name is printed. Of course, he warned himself that success would come slowly in the beginning. For a period of time, he could only be satisfied with the money he earned to support his studies and life. Then, after a while, when he has studied well, accumulated well, and is ready, he will be able to write great works, and he will naturally win the Nobel Prize in Literature at that time. At that time, his name will be on the lips of the people. And it's even more amazing than being famous, I don't know how many times greater, and the most amazing thing is that ------ he can prove that he is worthy of Yamaguchi Baihui. It's good to be famous, but his glorious dreams are for her. He was not a man of fame and fortune, but an obsessed lover of Eden.

With a handsome salary in his pocket, Lewis came to Osaka, took up residence in the old house behind the grocery store, and got to work. He hadn't even told her that he was going to see her after he had finished writing the story of the Silver Beach people. The creative fire in his heart was burning, and it was not difficult to keep himself from seeing her. What's more, what he wants to write can bring her closer to herself!

He didn't know how long an article should be, but he counted several articles in the "Curan Daily" and used its numbers as a reference. He wrote feverishly for four days and completed his story. But after he had typed in front of his computer, he learned from a rhetoric book he had borrowed from the library that there were paragraphs and quotation marks that he had never thought of before. He had to go through it all over again, while constantly referring to rhetoric books, and in one day he learned more about writing than he usually did. After he revised the article for the second time, he came to the conclusion that ------ people who could write still went to work, they were simply fools. Although he doesn't care about money. The value of money is only to give him freedom, to give him decent clothes, to get him as close as quickly as possible to the slender and pale girl who gave him inspiration.

He enveloped the manuscript in a large envelope and sent it to the editor of the Curan Daily. He thought that what the newspaper had accepted would be published immediately. Since the manuscript was sent on Thursday, it should be in the newspaper by Wednesday. He envisioned that it would be best to tell Yamaguchi Momoe in the form of an article. Then, next weekend, he can go to see her. He had another idea, and he was proud of the sobriety, prudence, and humility of that idea, and he wanted to write an adventure story. Although he is full of imagination and sometimes even imaginative, he basically likes to be practical, which requires him to write about what he is familiar with.

By the next week, he was nervously flipping through the e-newsletter early in the morning, reading it over and over again, and he was glad that he didn't tell anyone about writing the article. Later he thought about it and came to the conclusion that the newspaper was not publishing articles as quickly as he had imagined. Moreover, his article is not newsworthy, and the editor is likely to contact him before publishing it.