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30 In those few days, I often played until very late before returning home. When I entered the house, the phone rang. I guessed it was Chen Tian, ​​and sure enough. "Hey, I'm back." "Um. Did you call?" "I called. Your mother picked it up and said you went out to play." "Yes, we went out to eat." "Don't you eat with me?" There was a bit of grievance in his voice. He called me a few days ago to ask me to eat, and I said, "Did we eat too often?" "It's not good to eat with you all the time." The best way to treat him is to speak straight.

"That's true." "what are you doing?" "It's nothing, I'll call you when you come back." "Why?" "It's a little too much, but it's the truth." I didn't intend to encourage him, so I didn't say anything. "Surely you don't want to come out for something to eat?" "Now?" "Forget it, you should go to sleep." "Go to sleep, at least until two or three o'clock." "What are you doing?" "Well, Leng Shen, read a book." "Reading. What books do you like to read? Tell me, I know too little about you."

"Now, what I have next to me is "My Life" written by Ben Duncan. I read it when I was in college. I took it out and flipped through it two days ago. Some paragraphs were underlined with a pencil." "What is it? Read it to me." "Really want to listen?" "Ok." "Okay." I opened the book, sat down at the table, opened a few pages, and read to him under the lamp. "'When I was sixteen, I once performed a dance for the audience without music. At the end of the dance, someone suddenly shouted from the audience: This is Death and the Maiden! Since then, this dance has been called "Death" And the Girl". This is not my original intention. I just tried my best to express what I initially realized at the time, that there is a tragedy hidden in all seemingly joyous phenomena. That dance, according to my idea, should be It should have been called 'Life and the Maiden.' I have since danced to express my wrestling with life itself, that which the spectators call death, the fleeting pleasures I wrest from life.'”

After reading, he sighed over there, as if muttering "children", and neither of them wanted to say anything more.