This woman was somehow connected to him, having been together for more than twenty years.
Luo Sha was clear that she was not just this woman, but rather the high, insurmountable class they belonged to, a class that historically could never be deeply understood.
He thought, as if turning a corner, that he would easily forget those things, and asked her not to mention them again.
Or perhaps, everything was borrowed, and he had no home, nor did he want to own anything.
In recent days, Luo Sha was again entangled with Zhou Maocheng. Zhou Maocheng’s family was all in Beijing, and Old Zhou and Zhou Maocheng would go to the public bathhouse center to spend money every night.
Spending money was the summer’s requirement. Because the interrogation chief Zhang Mian was exempt. But the feeling of spending money was very important. Especially for women, if it was free, Luo Sha always felt there was something missing.
One blue chick, one mouth, four legs, jumping into the water; two blue chicks, two mouths, eight legs, jumping into the water; three blue chicks, six mouths, twelve legs, jumping into the water; four blue chicks…
Speaking of the wrong liquor. This summer, drinking again was not bad, people from technical schools played this game very painfully.
Then Luo Sha began to report numbers, liquor after liquor.
How many moments of clarity can life have, not much more.
Luo Sha had also developed Zhaobei. Zhaobei hadn’t come twice, and problems had emerged. The interrogation would forcibly demolish, Luo Sha said no need to demolish, sending two young workers to ensure her safety.
Yan Bei and Summer were playing detective games, Zhou Maocheng liked actual combat. Summer made him feel old and valuable, Zhaobei made him feel his knife was useless. Zhou Maocheng was not looking good.
Yan Bei’s heart was heavy, telling about the demolition issues, where many gradual problems appeared, recovery might be very difficult, and if the assets became bad, his future was still uncertain. The recent media discourse towards him was extremely unfriendly, and he was thinking about how to restore his public image.
No solution was found.
Luo Sha said they were watching what Susu was doing. So he threw down a red invitation card for Zhou Maocheng and drove him to the research institute. The research institute was a clean place, with a pine tree-like atmosphere. Summer’s Zhaobei was still calm outside the lab.
The laboratory was only a Table lamp cold, Susu sitting on it painting something, Song-like head leaning on her hand already asleep, the light illuminating her small half face.
Red dust marriage night.
Susu drew a few strokes, raised her hand to turn down the lamp, then looked at the wandering knight, seemingly thinking about something. Not long after standing, she gently lifted the wandering knight, walked to the inner side to rest, placed him on the military bed, first securing the brain bag, then her legs, carefully removing the two shoe-shaped objects on her feet, the shoes also taken off, placed in the drawer, arranging his entire body comfortably, then pulled up the quilt cover.
The two watching thought it was a collection of evidence, but completely missed the point. Susu walked out, looked out the window this side, the two people’s eyes met, so she pushed the door in.
Susu pushed the inner room door, signaling them to be quiet.
Luo Sha and Yan Bei smelled of alcohol.
“Have you just finished eating?” he asked.
Luo Sha said: “We have nowhere to return. Let’s see what you’re doing.
In the Soviet Union, there were some rumors: “Do you know? In rural areas, few people get through or are beaten. Germany’s test suggests that some food additives might contain drug ingredients, such as sage, which contains arabinogalactan. So I also did an experiment, testing the immune system of rats, especially the cells responsible for regulating immune stimulation responses – tree-like cells in the presence of arabinogalactan. The results showed that when tree-like cells encounter arabinogalactan, their behavior changes, producing an inhibitory substance that suppresses the immune response. This substance has good solubility, so it’s likely to be made into a medicine or herbal water!”
“Seeking your help,” Zhaobei said, “I’m listening with interest.”
Su Se had more exciting things, taking out a folded note from his pocket and handing it to Mao Xia.
“I just saved it today. The first half of the year was particularly beneficial, with Old Zhou giving me extra. Zhaobei has an old lady, put her in a safe place, help me collect it, I don’t want her to know.”
“Want to save private room money?”
“In a few months, it’ll be her birthday, I want to buy a car to send her. Su Se had some mixed feelings, “Anyway, it’s better than you sending her a treasure.”
“You’re really something.”
Yan Bei let out a “ha”: “How did you think of buying a car for the old lady?”
Su Se said: “I don’t know what to buy, the car is more practical.”
Mao Xia softly said: “When I go back, I’ll buy a Volkswagen to send her, you just play around and buy gold characters to toast with me.”
Su Se still laughed. His state made Yan Bei also excited. Since his last hospital stay, he seemed unchanged, still thin, lips pale. But he seemed unaware, always smiling.
Those who know Borges added a note: “That American reporter who was traveling around the world, Borges, quoted this sentence in his book <Brief History of Everything>.”
Susu put down the pen, using a pencil to draw a circle in the pencil: “Any organism, such as this piece of stone, its structure is more complex than the most sophisticated electronic product in the world. Similarly, a person, how could they be the result of hundreds of millions of years of evolution? Even for a simple electronic product, you don’t think it could have evolved, so why do you think humans are the result of evolution? If you think carefully, you would know that this world is not randomly generated.”
Goddess did not refute: “Scientists can be divided into two types: first, those who study to prove existence; second, those who study to prove non-existence.”
“Humans have never been able to create anything, humans can only manufacture things using raw materials. This is a fact.” Beiluo raised a question, “Then, where does God come from?”
Susu did not directly answer: “Laozi said that humans are survival machines based on genes. Ultimately, both organisms and consciousness are unknowing. And the meaning of unknowing is to deny the existence of what one does not have knowledge of.”
“What would you write if it were you?” Beiluo asked.
Goddess thought for a moment: “If even a child can realize a dream, this world will be beautiful.”
Susu said: “We won’t write anything, everything is over, what else is there to say.”
Borgnall felt there was reason and nodded. He said, “We’ll still write in the next month. Everyone does it this way. But I want to write four characters – Reunion.”
Goddess asked Susu: “Will you return to the research institute? If you’re not going to sleep in the sky, if that’s the case, I’ll pick you up on my way to class tomorrow.”
“Okay, come pick me up tomorrow morning. She will wake up at the sky before waking up.”
Susu returned home, and Borgnall and Borgnall each returned home.
A habit forms over time. Even the initial loneliness would eventually become a habit. The first dreams and memories, forgetting all the moments of heartache and laughter, some say this is maturity.
Some say this is aging.
In fact, this is just a habit.
Goddess lay on a single bed, feeling very satisfied. A single bed is most suitable for oneself. A pencil on the bed, a person’s dream in one’s own bed.
Life is just like this.
At half-past eight the next day, Goddess drove to the research institute entrance, where Barkus was already waiting.
