Lu Sinian sat on the single sofa by the window, waiting for her quietly.

Leaning away from the bathroom door, facing the sea, his eyes are deep and his heart is changing.

There was only the faint sound of quiet water in my ears.

The clothes he bought for Su Xiaoli yesterday had been ironed properly and hung up in the cabinet.

Jewelry, watches, shoes and bags were all placed in other cabinets, and Su Xiaoli didn't touch them.

She only picked out a black silk shirt and a pair of black high-waisted wide-leg pants to put on.

"Let's go." She put on the necklace of the diamond ring.

Pure diamonds loom between the black collar, and the sleeves are casually pulled up to her elbows.

The two got on 959, Lu Sinian drove her aimlessly around the streets of Hong Kong Island, Su Xiaoli's eyes kept looking out the window, but she didn't focus.

The weather was gloomy and mottled.

The car was tired, so Lu Sinian parked the car on the side of the road and took her for a slow walk on the side of the road.

Wan Chai Hennessy Road, passing by a loft bookstore, Su Xiaoli paused slightly.

Hong Kong Island is expensive, rents are high, and the houses are cramped and adjoining like pigeon cages.

Densely populated, every floor is crammed with tenants of different identities and experiences.

Bookstores are mostly hidden in the downtown area, on the second and third floors, and even on the seventh and eighth floors.

The height is getting closer and closer to heaven, but the situation is going straight to hell.

No matter how high you move, it will still be commonly referred to as the "Second Floor Bookstore" or "Loft Bookstore".

These bookstores, due to the hidden terrain, are not easy to find for those who are not interested.

Lu Sinian has never been here, the books he wants to read and the books he wants to read have always been delivered to his eyes.

Su Xiaoli stepped on the stairs and walked up step by step, his steps were slightly floating, the stairs were narrow and dark, and he turned left and right before he could enter the door.

Lu Sinian has been guarding her all the time.

Once you enter the room, you will immediately have a cave and the smell of books.

Open up the mix of Chinese and Western, elegant and vulgar, compatible with the old and the new, expired yearbooks and old books and periodicals, the latest published classics or popular ......

Except for the wire-bound books with literary and historical collection value, they are all mixed with more than a dozen bookshelves in the top sky.

For a moment, Su Xiaoli even felt that she could stay here until she was in the middle of nowhere.

Wait quietly for the end of a game of chess.

It's not unacceptable.

Books are forever entangled with the death and life of the world.

The turbidity world is gone, and the warmth can be seen in the cold night.

She walked on, rack after rack of books, her neck held high, or she crouched on the ground altogether.

Pull out one book after another.

Lu Sinian's eyes followed her all the time, and the girl's face became more and more pale due to the black clothes, and the excessive mental fatigue made her look light.

The lines are thinner and purer.

He thought about it, turned around and went downstairs to make a phone call, and came up again more than half an hour later.

Lu Sinian asked the clerk for a cart, silently picked up more than ten books from Su Xiaoli's feet, and put them on the cart.

The books that were put in were quite mixed in content.

The most common ones are Western philosophy, but there are also Buddhism, Taoism, management, soldiers, law, Confucianism, and many economics and psychology......

The cars gradually piled up, and some authors and book titles were even unheard of by Lu Sinian.

There are even a lot of forbidden books in the basket, ranging from political, occult, social, to erotic......

Su Xiaoli finally found an old sofa by the window and sat down, and casually picked up a thin booklet on the top of the cart, the English translation of "The Myth of Sisyphus - On the Absurd".

Attached to the title page is a black-and-white photo of Camus holding a half-cigarette, a charming middle-aged man.

It's also beautiful.

The bookstore was air-conditioned, with cool air circulating, and behind the sofa were worn wall coverings, and outside were rusty iron window railings and cobwebbed windows.

Isolated from the rest of the world, she sank into the book.

In the light and dark of the staggered light and dark in the half room, the delicate lines of the side face, the water and flowers, are exceptionally cold.

Lu Sinian sat beside her and picked up a copy of it.

"There is a love affair on Hong Kong Island -/History of Sex".

Lu Sinian: ......!

Jun's face couldn't help but blush a little, and he tilted his head to catch a glimpse of Su Xiaoli not paying attention to herself at all, she was half-leaning on the sofa, concentrating on reading.

He stiffened his head, but his eyes couldn't help but sweep to the book that he couldn't touch before.

The book in Su Xiaoli's hand turned page by page, and his heart flashed scene by scene.

All the memories of two lifetimes, long ago, vivid, accumulate real feelings.

She was questioning the ...... that "God" was playing with her Absurd games.

In this life, whether you are an adult again or not, there is always an end to life.

The inevitable will come to her again.

That's right, she thought about giving up and giving in.

But in the end, she still wants to choose: to give herself a choice.

- I don't want to play this game within the boundaries that I am forced to draw.

OK, then accept it first.

The key to accepting any fate is to live, and she hopes that she can hold on so that she can travel farther before falling.

Even if you go in the wrong direction, your steps are heavy.

When the boulder ceased to be a misery in Sisyphus's heart, the gods no longer let the boulder roll down from the top of the mountain.

The pain sense is tough, and it is also a kind of existence.

The content of the book and his own intentions merged into Camus's pen, dissolved into a cloud of transparent colorless air, and was inhaled into the lung cavity by Su Xiaoli little by little.

——Face the bleakness, and know that it cannot be done in the absurdity.

In any case, in addition to the cold and lonely fate, there is still the reality of the sun to warm the bones.

Never mind.

Rebirth, such a mysterious word.

For Su Xiaoli, it is no longer just the physical rebirth, but also the heavens inviting her to experience the real spiritual rebirth.

In the unchangeable fate and the uncontrollable environment, he is completely in control of himself.

Authentic expression, bold exploration, and do not escape the pain of not being able to seek.

What's more, she seemed to hear a voice whispering:

"Neither life nor death, neither death nor death."

Half an afternoon, Bo Bo finished reading a book.

The sky is thundering.

It's like a world away.

it.

She jumped out.

Su Xiaoli gently closed the book, her nose and eyes were hot, but her brows relaxed.

When I opened my shoulder, I heard the sound of bones and joints cracking.

She took a deep breath, and her eyes inadvertently swept over Lu Sinian.

He was holding a book and reading it.

Well, the eight winds don't move.

Su Xiaoli couldn't help but look at the past, the title of the book is interesting, "There is a Lovely Romance - Hong Kong Island Love-/Erotic History".

She smiled slightly, "How about this book?" ”

Lu Sinian - "a pi across the river".

In a panic, he closed the book with a "bang", and immediately sat up straight and looked straight ahead, "It's okay to ......."

"Go back and tell me what you wrote, maybe you can understand some of the Lin family's situation from the side." Su Xiaoli smiled lightly.

The girl was relieved of the burden in her heart, and her mood was no longer depressed, only quiet and indifferent, and her eyes were bright.

There is more freedom and casualness in the manners.

Lu Sinian reacted for a while before he heard the taste, "Lin family? ”

Su Xiaoli's eyes were clear and nodded.

He who kills does not die, and he who lives does not live. It is a thing, all will be, all welcome; Nothing is destroyed, nothing is done. - "Zhuangzi, Inner Chapter, Great Master"

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