Chapter 63 Aspirant.2

After lunch, Ah Da took a nap as usual, and his wife was quietly doing some chores downstairs, listening with her ears sideways from time to time.The sound of slapping leather shoes resounded from the floor to the window and back again.Madam listened for a while, couldn't help pursing her lips into a smile, and frowned after laughing.Such a difficult "creation" should be good, right? Suddenly the rattling of leather shoes came to the head of the stairs.Suddenly stopped again.The madam looked at the stairs with concern, and suddenly the sound of leather shoes came down the stairs, and the husband's face was filled with concern.

Madam hurried up to meet her, smiled and said in a low voice: "Why did you come down? If you want anything, just call out, I'll always be here to listen to you." He shook his head and looked at his wife's face, as if he wanted to say something, but he frowned slightly, and walked into the living room in a way that looked like he was going crazy. "Take it easy! Ada—" Madam warned after her.He seemed to jump all over, then stopped, looked at Ah Da who was sleeping in the cradle, and sat down lazily in a chair.Madam followed to the chair, put a hand on his shoulder, and was about to speak, but he said it first, every word seemed to be chewed:

"I want to come, I want to go. This—in the environment, absolutely—absolutely, I can't write, it's easy to create." "Then you don't have to write. Summer vacation—" "Hey, let's say 'no' first, it's not a solution!" Shaking his head, he strengthened the power of "no". "Then what should we do? Let's move all the clothes downstairs?" said the lady earnestly, keeping her eyes on her husband.a pause.He seemed to be meditating, but also seemed to be deliberating; finally, with raised eyebrows, he made a decisive decision:

"What should I do? There is only one way!—Well, clothes are not the main thing; why do you regard clothes as the main thing? No, no! The only way is—well! I have thought about it countless times , um, the only way is to leave this environment, I——I go to some mountain, some temple, and concentrate on finishing—complete my creation! The only——the only way!” Madam didn't answer, just looked at a corner of the wall in a daze.After waiting for a while, he said impatiently: "Don't you understand? Don't you see the need for this?" "Well. Yes, yes! But, only;" she forced a smile. "However, I remembered that when we first met four years ago, you already wanted to—wrote a novel? You lived in a temple at that time, although it was not in a mountain, it was similar to a mountain, but you were always chasing Look at me and say: Lonely, empty, unable to create;

You said it would be fine for us to be together, didn't you mean it very seriously? -" She couldn't go on.She laughed softly with a tense face, and suddenly a pair of tears fell, but the tears hung on her cheeks, and she laughed sincerely.The memories of the past seem to be sweet after all. He seemed a little embarrassed.He wiped his face with his hand, and shouted anxiously: "That, that, it's not my fault; this, at this time, at that time! This, within a year, I have him!" Pointing to Ah Da who was sleeping in the cradle, he stamped his feet again , "Damn it, damn it, he came here before I created it! So, in this environment, where geniuses are buried, I have to leave!"

Madam couldn't stop laughing, she looked at him, then at the cradle, quickly stretched one leg over, touched the cradle with her toes and shook it lightly, but it was too late, Ah Da's little hands were already rubbing his little hands fiercely. face, this is going to cry.The madam ran over, picked her up, and burst into tears. He felt that his back was covered with sweat, and the foreign gauze blouse was stuck, so he turned around to pick up the empty one. "Impossible! Impossible! I have to——I have to leave this environment!" He sighed again as he spoke, and went upstairs in a goose step.