Chapter 55 Fifty-first forbidden fruit

Her: "Isn't it? I think it's too exciting!" Me: "Why do I think there is something wrong with your thinking tendency?" She: "Everyone has that tendency, right? It's just that I said it. I don't say a lot, you can directly classify that kind as the boring type." Me: "Well... No, even if you have the kind of rebellious or challenging or thrill-seeking emotions you mentioned, they are not as strong as yours. You are too..." She: "Then I don't know, but I think for myself, this is really a dream, hahaha, I'm too unpursued."

Me: "On the contrary, I think you are too ambitious." The person sitting across from me is not a patient, but a friend of mine, but I think she has the potential to be mentally ill. I say that because she has some very special ideas, so special that I can’t accept it or I think it’s crazy... sorry , not crazy, but pretty crazy.Because so far I haven't heard of anyone thinking like that--thinking like she did. She: "Aren't you praising me?" I'm not." She: "Oh...why don't you understand? How about this, let me go back to the second and talk about my second wish?"

Me: "Wait for me to sit still." She laughed: "You are so annoying!" Me: "Okay, tell me." She: "Have you ever thought about it, if you suddenly want to poop when you are visiting the Eiffel Tower, and then hide somewhere in the tower, you really poop? And watch the thing you excrete fall freely." Me: "Ah? What?" She ignores my astonishment: "Let's go another place: shit on the Statue of Liberty's torch while visiting? Or shit in the arms of the Sphinx? Or inside the pyramids? Big Ben in Great Britain On the bell? Or the poles of the North Pole and the South Pole? The dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony? Tiananmen Gate Tower..."

Me: "Stop, stop. Why did you go breaking the law? Why do you have to defecate in those places?" She looked at me seriously: "That makes sense." Me: "What's the point?" She: "Excretion is a normal physiological behavior, right? But human beings keep it private and do it secretly. I think it's wrong. Since those buildings are man-made, the definition of so-called brilliance is also man-made. Huh? So I want to do instinctive things on that man-made splendor..." Me: "Sorry, I have to stop. Are you performance art?" She: "You know I despise those so-called artists."

Me: "But your approach and thinking are already performance art." She: "Why do you keep using existing patterns? Who said that is art? What kind of art is that? It's just that I really want to do that, and I find it very exciting. I don't care what other people think. Who said This is art and I will give it a bad mouthful!" Me: "Uh... well, but why do you want to be stimulated in that way? You can skydive, dive, bungee jump, ride a roller coaster..." She waved her hand impatiently: "Those are too childish. What I need is that kind of psychological and emotional stimulation. The group of people you mentioned are all making noises. What's the stimulation? Give me a cigarette."

Me: "This is KFC, no smoking allowed." She: "Give it to me first, and I'll light it up. If someone hits me, I'll take it out. I can't take it away, can I?" I reluctantly handed her the cigarette case and lighter. She nodded, sucked lightly, licked her lips, and glanced around with a provocative look on her face. I feel both angry and funny. Me: "Why do you look like a teenager?" She: "Who said that only children can do this? Actually, have you ever thought about it, we are all the kind of animals who are looking for faults and causing trouble."

Me: "You mean humans?" She: "Well. Look, you know the story of the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, right? Don't worry about whether there is a snake or not, the first couple still tasted it, right? I thought that if neither of them ate it, they would always be like that. Strolling around in that garden purely? Are you excited?" Me: "Maybe it's very exciting?" She: "Energetic? Let me ask you: Is knowledge a burden?" I thought about it seriously: "How do you look at the score?" She: "No, no, you are wrong. Knowledge is never a burden, but desire is. Your knowledge is just knowledge. You have to look at the essence. With knowledge, you have added a lot of desires to yourself, that is to say , your primordial drive to acquire knowledge is not pure. What is the purpose of going to college? What is the purpose of going to those various cram schools after work? For thirst for knowledge? Bah! That's nonsense! Spreading knowledge is no longer the case, and universities have even become a part of vanity—if you come from a prestigious university. For knowledge? This rumor is too high-sounding!"

Me: "Well, I agree with this point. It seems that the establishment of the earliest colleges and academies was indeed to spread knowledge, or to spread some kind of knowledge." She: "Right? The couple in the Garden of Eden gained a new knowledge: after eating that pollution-free apple, everything will be fine. Desire led them to try it. Right?" Me: "When you say it, I feel so..." She: "Haha, no matter how I use words or tone, what I said is correct, right? And many things are not hidden, they are very open and honorable, and everyone around them treats them with joy."

Me: "Huh? I don't understand, what do you mean?" She: "Marriage is just that. The first wedding was a kind of celebration. A couple of savages decided to have a baby together, and they announced it, and everyone congratulated them. Then they went into a small tent hand in hand or started making love in a corner. Now except The last part is hidden, and the other parts are still carried on. What is the first part? The wedding, right? What is the main purpose of the wedding? It is a press conference, is it a behavior statement, right? In fact, it is the little couple who got married, Jointly announced to the relatives and friends of both parties that we both want OOXX tonight. But everyone didn’t think it was dirty and obscene, but came to participate happily. In fact, the wedding itself is sacred and creates offspring. But the OOXX part has become private... ...Of course, modern weddings are complicated, and they are all made by people themselves."

I looked at her in a daze: "The wedding was originally to announce that the two of you will be OOXX tonight..." She: "Yes, actually the wedding is very exciting. Such a public announcement, how exciting, don't the people who participated know it? Everyone knows it? Haha, it's really exciting." Me: "Crazy wedding..." She pinched her cigarette and looked at me proudly: "How about it, no one cares, right? Let's talk about it again. If we first determine a person's coming-of-age ceremony, we have to go to a designated place to defecate. Now I'm afraid it's under the Eiffel Tower. Build an open-air septic tank?"

Me: "I finally understand what you're trying to say. You mean to challenge the existing public perception of etiquette, morality, and privacy, right?" She smiled: "Why do you have to complicate this matter? I just want to stimulate, it doesn't make much sense. Let's put it this way: it doesn't matter to me whether it is a forbidden fruit or not. I want to eat it. That’s the purpose.” Me: "Well... that's what I said, but your behavior must have subconscious elements... I understand!" Her: "Well, do you understand?" Me: "You want to say: pure." She smiled happily: "Oh, this kid is so smart, he is pure. What we do now is not pure, and there are many factors in it. Why can't we do things purely? Doing purely One thing, what a pleasure. You live for a year, can you do nothing for the sake of purely doing? No, right? So you live tired. And I am not, I live freely, I at least I did it just now. I smoked in a place where smoking is not allowed. I just wanted to do a pure thing. The defecation in various places I mentioned is also a pure thing. Fuck his art, and I have nothing to do!" Me: "Is this indulgence?" She: "You are so stubborn. Have you been pure in everything? We are all social animals, right? And we can't get away from it, right? But give yourself the chance to taste the forbidden fruit, even if it's only a year. Once, not for any reason, just to taste it, and it has nothing to do with others. I am a magazine editor, and I still live in the city and among the crowd, and I am pure once in a while, okay?" To be honest, I was really tempted. She smiled smugly: "Are you enlightened? I have to withdraw, and I have an appointment with someone to go shopping." Me: "Well... When you decide to go to a glorious place to defecate, notify me in advance, and I will be your pure witness." She raised her head and laughed loudly, and everyone around her looked sideways at her. After laughing, she pulled out an apple from her bag like magic, and put it in front of me: "Try it?" I watched her trot out of the store from the second floor. Holding the apple, I hesitated for a second and bit it down. A fresh taste filled the mouth.