Chapter 9 Where is the love?

"Who's Hawkman?" Ying Man's eyes were wide and round, his hands were clawed, and his knuckles were cracking. "Who is the snake girl?" After the snake girl raised her head and blew out the smoke ring, she stuck out her tongue and showed her teeth yellowed by the smoke. I felt a stream of cool water slowly flowing down my back. "Now that the country is in crisis, let's not talk about this kind of personal relationship." I said. The three of us immediately hailed a taxi, Eagle Man and Snake Woman left and right, sandwiching me between the back seats.

Along the way, we discussed how to help Dadong, and I was also attacked by Eagle Claw and Snake Fist. After getting out of the car and returning home, we finally came to a conclusion: Snake is responsible for the dialogue, Hawk creates the plot, and I provide the scene—my living room. I dialed Dadong's cell phone, and Eagle Man and Snake Girl explained some things to him respectively. After Dadong finally understood what we wanted him to do, he hung up the phone. We waited in the living room for about half an hour, and Dadong came back with Xiaoxi. As soon as Xiaoxi entered the door, she seemed a little surprised to see all three of us there.

"I ask them to keep them as witnesses," Dadong said. "What do you want to prove?" Xiaoxi said. "It proves that in my heart, you are more important than anything else," Dadong said. Xiaoxi's demeanor looked coy, I guess she should be blushing. "I'm sorry." Dadong said. Xiaoxi froze for a moment, but didn't react. "I'm sorry." Dadong said again. "Huh?" Xiaoxi looked confused. "Sorry." "Why do you keep saying sorry?" "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..." "Okay." Xiaoxi stopped Dadong, "Stop talking."

"Did you know?" Dadong said, "A man's sorry is worth a thousand pieces of gold." "Then why do you keep saying sorry?" "Because you are more important than Wanjin." This time I was sure, Xiaoxi blushed. I turned my head and gave Snake a thumbs up, and said softly: "This design dialogue is great." The snake girl raised her eyebrows, very proud. Dadong picked up the "Wild Land and Love" on the sofa, which was left by Ying Man. "If you feel left out because of this script, I'd rather not have it." After Dadong finished speaking, he began to tear up "The Wasteland and the Heaven with Love".

"Don't tear it up!" Xiaoxi was taken aback, and hurriedly grabbed Dadong's hand, "You wrote very hard." "Although I have worked hard," Dadong said, "but it is far inferior to your pain." After finishing speaking, Dadong tore up the manuscript more quickly and neatly, and the pieces of paper were still scattered in the air, flying around. "Don't do this." Xiaoxi was so anxious that she almost shed tears, "Don't do this." "I'm sorry." Dadong hugged Xiaoxi gently, "I'm sorry." Xiaoxi finally cried out, Dadong patted her on the shoulder gently, comforting her.

"This plot is not bad." I turned my head and said softly to the eagle man. "That goes without saying." The eagle man bit his lower lip with his teeth and made a creaking sound. "But it's a bit old-fashioned." Snake Girl said. "Your dialogue is boring." Hawkman said. "Okay, don't quarrel now." I was caught between them, and stretched out my hands to hold them respectively. "What about your manuscript?" Xiaoxi raised her head in Dadong's arms and said. "It's okay." Dadong stroked Xiaoxi's hair, "It's okay."

Crap, of course it doesn't matter.Because the advantage of writing with a keyboard in the computer age is that no matter if you tear up your manuscript in any state of hysteria or mental loss, the file will always sleep soundly in the computer.Unless you're crazy enough to break your computer with a hammer. But even so, there is still a little thing called a disk that keeps your manuscript intact. "The actor's expression looks insincere and a little nervous," I said. "It's all right. When a man and a woman hug each other, the girl can't see the boy's expression." Yingnan said.

"And as long as it's lethal to Bai, it's hard for girls to resist." Snake Girl said. The three of us began to discuss the effect of this scene, and the voice that had been deliberately suppressed became louder and louder. Dadong waved to us, and we shut up tactfully. Then I went back to my room, and Eagle and Snake went home. I think there should be nothing wrong between Dadong and Xiaoxi, at least Dadong already knows what Xiaoxi wants. Turn on the computer and put the contents of the paper on which the progress of the novel is written. After working for a long time, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and it was too late to turn off the computer, so I crawled on the bed and lay down in a daze.

When I woke up, it was already a brand new day. I went out to work with my briefcase in hand, and on the way I started to think about "change" again. I remember that when I was in college, I liked to pretend to be cool, and I usually didn't talk much to girls. It's a pity that the popular boy type at that time was eloquent and humorous; Later, I became more talkative, but I started to be popular with cool boys. This is like the situation where Lin Daiyu was born in the Tang Dynasty or Yang Guifei was born in the Song Dynasty. The same person, placed in different time and space backgrounds, may have completely different evaluations.

After thinking about it, the pace became slower than usual, and it was already past 8:5 when he entered the company. It's a pity that I can't listen to Li Yan's singing again today.After saying hello to her, he walked inside. "Wait." Li Yan called to stop me. "What's up?" "I'm going to play the first word game too." "Okay." I said. "I was in the office yesterday." "Yesterday." "You play a game with me." "you." "That game." "That." "Are you taking advantage of me?"

"yes." "This..." I was embarrassed and scratched my head, "Sorry, that's..." "Since you admit that you took advantage of me." Li Yan said, "Then I will punish you." "Hmm..." My scalp got more and more itchy, "Okay." "I want you to sing to me now" "it's here?" "Yeah." She nodded, "And louder." I didn't know what to sing for a while, and Li Yan kept urging me, and recently, I often heard "Come, come and date me" by the three Shining sisters, so I sang: "Come, come, come Date me, come and date me, I'm your new baby..." Miss Li just passed by and said to me: "Your singing voice is very similar to Andy Lau." "Really?" I was so excited that I suddenly forgot the embarrassment. "You are such a simple fool." Miss Li laughed, "You can believe it." "..." My embarrassment quickly doubled. "Okay." Li Yan covered her smile, "I forgive you." I touched my nose and walked to the desk, slowly releasing the numbness on my body. After turning on the computer and printing out the presentation data, he walked into the boss's office and gave him the presentation data. "You know what?" said the boss, "You remind me of my mother." "Why?" I was curious. "When I was young, my mother often killed chickens in the kitchen." He said, "When she killed chickens, she drew a knife on the neck of the chicken, and took a bowl underneath to hold the blood. When the chicken was not completely dead, it would always make some strange noises. " "Is this about me?" "That weird sound is very similar to your singing just now." "..." Damn, it better be like this! "Yeah." After reading the presentation materials for a while, the boss said, "That's it, you get ready." "it is good." When I turned to leave, the boss stopped me again. "I appreciate you reminding me of my mother," he said. "Then I will raise my salary this month." I said. "OK." "Really?" I couldn't believe it. "Well, of course it's true." He nodded, "I'll deduct it next month." Today must not be my day, I have to be careful not to make mistakes. After I returned to my desk, I checked all the relevant data again, and then saved a copy of the required data in the NOTEBOOK for use when I went out for presentations. In the rest of the time, I went to the construction site to see if the project was going smoothly. When it was off-duty time, I was still at the construction site outside, so I automatically disbanded and did not return to the company. But I still made a special trip back to the cafe near the company. For me, the coffee shop is no longer a short-term leisure after get off work or a hunting ground for chasing inspiration. It is a regular intersection between me and the girl who studies art every day. When I was about to walk to the cafe, I saw a familiar red car parking. I came to the car and I was sure it was a girl studying art. "Hi." She looked away from the rearview mirror and hands from the steering wheel, and greeted me. With a "bang", the red car hit the bumper of the car behind. She stuck out her tongue, and I looked around but didn't see any change, so I told her, "No one saw it." She parked the car, opened the door and got out. "Let's hurry to have a cup of coffee," she looked at her watch, "I have to pick up Xiaoli later." "Then you don't need to drink, I'll accompany you there now." "Wouldn't it be strange if you didn't drink coffee at the door of the cafe?" "When passing a sex toy store, do you have to go in and buy condoms?" She smiled and got into her red car again; I went around to the door on the other side, opened it and got in. About a ten-minute drive, we arrived at a nursing home. As soon as she entered the door, Xiaoli ran over to hug the girl who was studying art with tears in her eyes. A woman who was supposed to be a teacher followed behind, and narrated what happened in a rambling manner. I listened to it for a long time, and sorted out the key points: Xiaoli, running, bumping, pillars, and crying. But she has a talent for writing novels. For example, when describing running, she will mention shoes, shoelaces, leaping legs, ground conditions, the atmosphere of the environment and the mental state of the runner. After she finished speaking, Xiaoli had already cried for another ten minutes. "Be good, Xiao Li, don't cry." The girl who studied art knelt down and stroked Xiao Li's hair, "Kids, be brave." Xiaoli slightly lowered the volume of her crying, but she was still sobbing. "Yes." I answered from the sidelines, "Kids have to be brave, so they have to cry loudly." Xiaoli stopped her voice, poked her head out of the arms of the girl who was studying art, stared blankly, and then smiled. I seem to be a movie director. When I called the card, the actors who were crying bitterly immediately burst into smiles. I guess Xiaoli should have wanted to stop crying a long time ago during the ten-minute narration by the female teacher, but she still couldn't find the step to stop crying. I gave her the steps and she gave me the smile and I think that was the beginning of a friendship between me and her. The girl studying art saw that it was still early, so she asked Xiao Li to play for a while. Then sit on the turf with me and bask in the sunset. "Why are you here to pick up Xiaoli today?" I asked. "Because Xiaoli's mother is temporarily busy." "Oh." "Did you know? Xiaoli's mother is an artist." "Really?" I was curious, "I always thought she was a pink collar." "That's right, she works in the cosmetics counter of a department store." "How can that be considered an artist?" "Of course." She laughed, "but her canvas is a woman's face." I laughed too, and thought the green of the turf was soft. "You like children very much, don't you?" "Yes," she said, "and children are artists with rich imaginations." "yes?" "Well." She nodded, "Children can imagine many things, and they don't necessarily judge "real" things only by the information received by their eyes." "Ok." "However, as children are educated, they gradually distinguish what is real and what is imaginary. But it is difficult for truth to exist in the field of art, because art is a kind of beauty." "The saying that art is a kind of beauty is almost becoming your mantra." She smiled and didn't answer. "By the way, can I bring my painting tools when I go out to play?" "Of course you can." "That's great." She smiled, "I haven't sketched outside for a long time." "I will also go to the hot springs." "Really?" she said, "Then I can also draw sketches of female nudes by the hot spring." "Really?" My eyes lit up. "Ok." "You should paint figurative ones, not abstract ones." "Okay." She seemed to know what I meant, and smiled happily. There was a fluffy yellow and white dog walking slowly towards us. "This dog is so cute." I stretched out my right hand, trying to tease it. "Be careful, it's a deceiving dog." "A dog that can lie to people?" I wondered, "How can a dog lie to people?" It barked suddenly and opened its mouth to bite. I was startled, but fortunately I retracted my right hand in time. "That's right." She smiled, "It will make people think it is cute, but it is actually very fierce." "With such a fierce dog, wouldn't children be in danger?" "No. This dog has collie blood, and it will protect children like sheep." "How to protect?" "If little ones run too far while playing outside, it will drive them back." "Really?" I said, "Isn't that a shepherd dog?" This is really a magical nursing class, not only has a female teacher who is very talented in writing novels, but also a shepherd dog who can deceive people. It was almost time, and the girl who studied art drove me and Xiaoli to the cram school where she worked. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw the blonde woman I saw last time shouting excitedly: "Hi!" Hi who, are you Hi me? I raised my right hand and said, "Hi." But she bypassed me and picked up Xiao Li directly. Is there something wrong with this babe's eyes?Didn't you see my right hand raised like the Statue of Liberty? I had no choice but to change the direction of my raised right hand and scratch my hair. The girl who studied art saw my embarrassment, and covered her mouth and laughed. "You can't draw me today." I turned my head and said to the girl studying art. "Okay." She was still smiling. I sat in the cram school for a while, seeing that she seemed very busy today, and Xiao Li had to take care of her, so I told her that I would go back first. "See you at the cafe tomorrow," she said. "Yes." I nodded, and said to Xiaoli, "Goodbye, Xiaoli." Xiaoli waved to me and gave me a smile. On the MRT train back, when I closed my eyes to rest, I suddenly felt a sense of surprise. It's not that I'm surprised that I'm fine and run around with the girl who studies art; Surprisingly, I didn't think it was a surprise to run around with her. I even suspect that as long as she says: "I want to go to XX", I will immediately say: "I will go with you", no matter where XX is, what behavior or what XX is. Just like painting, I can't express my state of mind with concrete words; Can only be expressed in abstract words. I was so cranky all the way, I almost missed my stop. When I got home, I opened the door and saw that Dadong and Xiaoxi were watching TV in the living room. "Back?" Dadong said. "Yeah." Seeing them sitting close together, I said, "Didn't bother you?" "Frankly speaking," Dadong laughed, "it's a little bit." Xiaoxi felt a little embarrassed, stood up and said, "I'm going to cook." "Is there my share?" "Of course." Xiaoxi smiled. "Xiaoxi, you have to cook every day." "I am a sunflower, as long as there is sunshine here, I will naturally face here every day." Xiaoxi said. From then on, Xiaoxi really came every day. When Dadong was writing something, she quietly read a book aside. When Dadong wants to rest, she watches TV or goes for a walk with him. She doesn't ask Dadong to notice her when he is concentrating on writing, but as long as Dadong looks away from the script and turns around, he can see Xiaoxi's existence. Dadong doesn't need to explain to Xiaoxi the joys and sorrows of creation, because what Xiaoxi cares about is not Dadong's creation, but Dadong's mood caused by creation. I also go to that cafe every day. While the art girl was drawing, I was writing a novel. She will let me read her paintings, and I will let her read my novels. My novel is progressing very fast, maybe it's because my heart is much calmer? Or is it to let her see more content? Things in the company are also going well, I can almost enter the company at eight o'clock every day, so Li Yan also sang several songs. Li Yan's singing voice is beautiful, sweet and soft, like cotton candy. Later, some colleagues knew about the agreement between me and her, and they stayed next to Li Yan specially. If I showed up at eight o'clock, they would cheer and applaud, and then everyone would listen to Li Yan's singing together. The day before the presentation, Li Yan asked me what to wear? "Just a shirt and tie," I said. "I'm not asking you, I'm asking what should I wear?" Li Yan said. "Are you going too?" "Yes. Mr. Zhou asked me to go too." "Slightly more formal than usual." "I see," she said. However, on the day of the presentation, Li Yan actually wore a black dress. "You..." I was so surprised that I could barely speak, "We're not going to a concert!" "Didn't you tell me to dress a little more formally?" "It's "slightly"." I said, "Your slightly is too slightly." "But I don't wear necklaces and brooches anymore." "You still want to wear a necklace and a brooch?" I unconsciously raised my voice. She opened her eyes wide, blinked a few times and said, "Can't you?" I sighed and said, "Let's go, don't be late." I was driving the boss's car, carrying the boss and Li Yan, I was very nervous. Not for reporting, but one wheel of this car is almost worth a month's salary. When we arrived at the venue, everyone's eyes were on Li Yan. Even when I was on stage and started to report, the judges would sneak glances at her. When I was reporting on the stage, Li Yan would occasionally get up to help the committee members add some tea, and some committee members would feel nervous and at a loss when they saw her coming to add water. It's no wonder that if you walk into a restaurant and find Brigitte Brigitte in costumes setting the knife and fork for you, you might pick up the knife and kill yourself. When my gaze happened to meet Li Yan, I almost had a problem. Because Li Yan smiled slightly, I made a "V" gesture to her. Suddenly awakened, he quickly said, "The second point is..." Although I got over it, I was already in a cold sweat. There were four companies bidding for this engineering case, and we were the second company to report. After all the companies have finished their presentations, it will be announced who has won the bid. As a result, we won the bid unreasonably. On the return journey, Li Yan was very excited and hummed a song. The boss looked very tired and closed his eyes to rest as soon as he got in the car. "It's great, we finally won the bid." Li Yan said. "It's the winning bid, not the winning bid." I said. "Is there a difference?" "Of course there is a difference. One needs to see a doctor, the other doesn't." "Why?" She didn't seem to understand. "Because the so-called successful bid is..." "Shut up!" The boss suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly to me. I had to keep my mouth shut and concentrate on driving. "It's past get off work time!" Li Yan looked at her watch, "Uncle Zhou, let's go eat." "Okay." The boss replied with a smile. I wonder why she is not called "Mr. Zhou" but "Uncle Zhou" instead? "I want to eat a big meal." Li Yan was very happy. "Of course." The boss smiled and said to me, "You can go too." "Sorry, I have something else to do." I said. Then I got out of the car, and the boss took Liyan to dinner. After the boss's car was out of sight, I hurriedly hailed a taxi to the cafe. The force with which the door was pushed open seemed too great because of the haste, and the sound of "Dangdang" was rapid and sharp. "You seem to be in a hurry?" said the art girl. "No matter how busy I am, I want to have a cup of coffee with you." I said. "You're wearing a tie today." "Because I have to report on stage today." I finished my coffee and wiped the sweat from my brow. "By the way, we will meet at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, and we will meet here at 6:55." "What are you going to do?" "Go out and play. Did you forget?" "Sorry." She stuck out her tongue, "I really forgot." "Also, don't forget to bring your swimsuit." "Swimsuit?" She was puzzled, "Why?" "Because I want to soak in the hot spring." "If you want to wear a bathing suit, what kind of hot springs are there?" "That makes sense. But sometimes men and women go out together, so..." "What if men and women soak separately?" "I don't know about that." I shrugged, "After all, I haven't seen it." "If men and women soak separately, can I not wear a swimsuit?" "Of course!" I said, "If you want to dive in the hot spring, I don't care." "That's good." "Remember to go to bed early tonight and take good care of your eyes." "Eyes?" She was curious, "What for?" "Aren't you going to draw a sketch of a female body by the hot spring? Only with good eyes can you see clearly." "Oh." "If other girls want to soak in bathing suits, you have to be kind to them, you know?" "I know." She smiled, "I will lead by example when necessary." I just finished my coffee and it's time for her to go to work. I left the cafe with her, and when we parted, I reminded her about tomorrow morning. As usual, I took the MRT home, and when I took the key to open the door, I deliberately made a crisp sound. After the door opens, first say: "Excuse me!", wait for ten seconds, and then walk in. Because the relationship between Dadong and Xiaoxi is getting better and better, I am afraid that I will see passionate scenes when I open the door suddenly. When Xiaoxi saw me coming back, she got up and went to the kitchen to cook, while Dadong chatted with me in the living room. I told him that I would go out to play tomorrow, and he said that after writing the script, he also wanted to take Xiaoxi out to play. "It's not easy for me to ask for leave." Xiaoxi said in the kitchen. "If we can't ask for leave, then we have to go during the holiday." Dadong said. "Where are we going to play?" Xiaoxi asked. "I'll take you to a great place." Dadong replied. "You can't spend too much money." Xiaoxi said again. "For you, no matter how expensive it is, it is worth it, and I am willing to suffer no matter how hard it is." "That's enough," I said, "there's someone else here." Ever since Dadong performed the prodigal son's return at home, he began to have sequelae of sensational dialogue, which often made my hair stand on end. During the meal, I told them to go to the east to soak in hot springs, and they said that hot springs are the best in this season. "We can also have a mandarin duck bubble." Dadong said to Xiaoxi. My right hand holding the chopsticks was shaking violently. Back in the living room after dinner, Dadong suddenly said that he wanted to read my novel, and I immediately went back to my room to print it. After printing, I calculated that there were about a hundred pages, and I walked out of the room and handed it to Dadong. Dadong lowered his head and concentrated on reading after receiving the manuscript, while Xiaoxi and I continued to chat. "Xiaoxi, you are getting more and more beautiful." "Because Dadong's thoughtfulness is like a typhoon. It blows away the sand on my face." "That's right. When the sand disappears, people will naturally become more beautiful." Although Xiaoxi's words are still profound, they are already within the scope of my understanding. "It's over." Dadong said. "How?" I asked. "Hmm..." Dadong lay on the back of the sofa, pondered for a long time, and said, "Where is the love?" "What did you say?" "Where is the love?" Dae-dong repeats again. "I said that the theme of the novel must be love, didn't you?" "Ok." "But I can't see love in your novel." Da Dong shook his head and said, "Whether it's Ke Xue or Yin Yue, I can't see whether there is love between them and Yi Shu." I fell into deep thought, trying to recall the plot in the novel. I had insomnia, and Dadong's sentence repeatedly appeared in my mind: Where is love? Yes, where is love in my novel? Although it is not necessary to describe love in the novel, but at the beginning it was said to be a romance novel, how could there be no love? Could it be because I write my life as a novel, so if love doesn't appear in my life, it won't appear in the novel either? In other words, I have no feeling of love for Li Yan or the girl who studies art? It was dawn, and although I closed my eyes all night, I never fell asleep. Get up and wash up, put the manuscript of the novel into the travel bag, and go out. I got to the cafe around 6:50 and the art girl didn't come, but the boss showed up instead. "Aren't you open yet?" I asked. "I'm here to tell you, take good care of her and don't let anything happen to her." "Are you kidding me?" I said, "We're going to play, not go to war." "Do you think I'm joking?" The boss's face is very serious, like the executioner in the execution ground. The boss left, and after walking a few steps, he looked back at me. Before I could wonder, the art girl appeared. I saw her carrying the easel, so I said, "Are you going hunting?" She smiled and said nothing. I took the bag in her hand and took her downstairs to the company. Miss Li and Li Yan walked towards me, and I greeted them. "Is this your friend?" Miss Li asked. "Well." I said. "How do you call it?" Miss Li asked the girl who studied art with a smile. "My name is Kexue." The girl who studied art replied. I was startled and turned to look at her, she had a smile on her face. "A nice name." Li Yan said. "Thank you." Ke Xue asked, "How about you?" "My name is Li Yan." "It's a better name." "Thank you." Li Yan also smiled. We got in the car. Since the car has more than 40 seats, and there are only about 35 of us, Ke Xue and I sat alone, while Li Yan and Miss Li sat together. Ke Xue sat by the window and took out her drawing book; I sat by the window on her right and closed my eyes to rest. I slept for a while, and my spirits improved. When I opened my eyes, my first reaction was to look to the left, just in time to meet her gaze. She smiled and waved to me. I got up and sat down next to her, and she handed me the picture book. The pictures she drew today are all cute and full of joy. Trees, flowers, and pedestrians are almost all smiling. "Every picture you drew today seems to be smiling." "Yeah." She smiled, "Because I'm very happy today." "No wonder everything in your eyes is smiling." I smiled too. "Did you know?" she said, "if emotions have direction, the direction of pleasure is outward; The direction of grief is inward. " "What's the meaning?" "When people are happy, they try to look outside as much as possible, and the farther they look, but when they are sad, they can only see themselves." "yes?" "Yeah." She nodded, "You people who study science don't agree with this statement, do you?" "No. I agree," I said, "like when I'm happy, I want to go out to see a movie, hang out, or find a place to party; but when I'm sad, I shut myself in and hide." "It's okay to explain it this way." She smiled happily. After passing through several tourist attractions, the car finally arrived at the hot spring hotel where we stayed at dinner time. Let's allocate a room first, Li Yan, Miss Li and Ke Xue share the same room; I shared a room with a single male colleague. At dinner, I, Ke Xue, Li Yan and Ms. Li sat at the same table, everything looked so beautiful, but when I saw Xiao Liang approaching with an evil smile from a distance, my heart sank. "What's the matter with you?" Ke Xue, who was sitting on my left, asked. "It's okay." I said. "You seem to be a balloon seeing a needle approaching," Kershe said. "That's a good analogy." I smiled instead. "Hey!" Xiao Liang put his hand on my right shoulder, "Why don't you introduce the beauty beside you?" "Hi, my name is Ke Xue." Ke Xue said, "May I ask who you are?" "He's Papa's aunt," I said. "Huh?" Ke Xue couldn't understand. "Xiao Niang (Xiao Liang)." Ms. Li, who happened to be sitting on my right, let out a snort, then covered her mouth and said to me, "Although it's cold, this sentence still has three stars." After Xiao Liang glanced at me, he squeezed into our table without knowing what to do. "I feel wronged that everyone has been vegetarian with me." Li Yan said. "Yes, I have wronged everyone." Xiaoliang immediately continued, "But I hope that everyone can fully enjoy the fun of being a vegetarian like me." "Sorry." I turned my head and said softly to Ke Xue, "I forgot to tell you, this table is vegetarian." "It's okay." Ke Xue smiled, "I'm a rabbit." "But it doesn't look like you're a vegetarian." Ke Xue said. "To tell you the truth." My voice became softer, "I sat at the wrong table." Keshe laughed.Li Yan looked at her curiously, she smiled back, and then began to move her chopsticks. After eating, I went back to my room, rested for a while, and prepared to go to the hot spring. But I rummaged through my travel bag and just couldn't find the swim trunks. Although the hot springs here are separate for men and women, I am a shy and conservative person by nature, and I don't want to compare my size with other men at the hot springs. I had no choice but to take the manuscript of the novel and walk out of this hot spring hotel. This hot spring hotel is built on the mountainside, and I walked down the mountain. There is a cafe at the foot of the mountain, which claims to have hot spring coffee, so I walked in. The taste of coffee is ok, and the view and atmosphere are not bad. When I started to conceive the next plot of the novel, the question of where is the love that Dadong said kept appearing in my mind. I sat for a long time, but still could not get an answer. Leave the cafe, go up, and walk slowly back to the hot spring hotel. In a hidden but bright place, I saw Ke Xue. "Have you finished soaking in the hot spring?" I asked. "Yeah." She shook her wet hair, "It's very comfortable. How about you?" "I didn't bring my swimming trunks, so I didn't go soaking." "What a pity," she said, "that's why you look sullen." "not bad." "Tell you something that will cheer you up." She said, "I have sketched female nudes." "Really?" I was really excited, and with trembling hands, I took the picture book she handed over. "But only Miss Li is willing to let me paint." When I was about to open the drawing book, I heard her say that, sighed, and returned the drawing book to her. "Don't you see?" "In order to get a good night's sleep, I can't watch it." "How do you say that?" She smiled, "Actually, from a certain angle, her body is beautiful." "What kind of angle?" I said, "meaning the angle with the eyes closed?" "I didn't expect you to have such a bad mouth." She laughed again. "How is your novel?" After laughing, she pointed to the manuscript in my hand. "No progress tonight, and I have a serious problem." "what is the problem?" "Where is the love?" "Ok?" I knew she didn't understand, so I explained to her the situation when I started writing novels and what I said to Dadong. "I see," she said, "I'll draw you a picture." "OK." We found a grass that looked relatively clean, and I sat on the grass with her. She put the drawing paper on her crossed legs and began to draw with her head down. "It's done." She drew very quickly and finished it in no time. In this picture, it is raining heavily in the sky. A woman covers her head with her right hand and runs forward. "How?" she asked. "You are getting better and better, I can hear the sound of pouring rain." "and then?" "Well..." I said, "You can also feel wet all over." "Okay." She paused and said, "Please tell me, where is the rain in this picture?" "These are all rain." I pointed to the line of rain on the picture. "If you can hear the rain, where is the rain?" "what?" "You can feel drenched too, so where is the feeling of being wet from the rain?" I looked at her, unable to answer. "You can hear the rain, but you can't see the rain, can you?" "Ok." "You can feel the rain too, but you can't see the feeling, can you?" "Ok." "I think the same should be true for novels. If you can't see love in words, it doesn't mean that love doesn't exist, because love doesn't necessarily exist in words." She smiled, and continued: "You may be able to hear love, or feel love, but this sound and feeling will not exist in the author's words, they appear in the ears and hearts of the readers." I was so shocked by her words that I looked down at the painting, speechless. "Let me draw another picture," she said. "The next picture is called: Where is the love?" "You seem to be a quick-witted painter. I just click on the title of the picture, and you can start drawing." "Then you should clap your hands." She said with a smile, "I've been working hard." I clapped and clapped. After she said thank you, she lowered her head and began to draw again. She drew this picture faster and completed it in one go. There is a pair of men and women embracing each other on the screen. The man's right hand is hooked on his eyebrows, and he is looking up; The woman's right hand is circled behind the ear, and she is listening attentively. "I see." I said. "Understand what?" "They can't find love no matter what they see or hear." I pointed to the picture and said, "Because love doesn't exist on paper, but love exists in the feeling of embracing each other." She just nodded with a smile and didn't speak. I felt enlightened, stood up and stretched out my right hand, she handed it to me, and I pulled her to stand up. "I'll buy you a cup of coffee." "OK." I took her to the cafe at the foot of the mountain and ordered two cups of hot spring coffee. When the coffee was served, I asked her, "When it comes to sound, I've always had a question." "What question?" "My teacher said: A great painter, when painting, will make people hear the sound of whirring; When painting rain, people will hear the sound of clattering; When drawing lightning, people will involuntarily cover their ears. " "That's a good point." "Then why didn't your teacher say that?" "Well, that's right." She picked up the coffee and took a sip, then said: "What my teacher said is: a great painter, when painting, will make people feel the coolness of being blown by the wind; When painting the rain, it will make people feel as if they have been drenched in the rain, and the whole body is wet; And when drawing lightning, it will instantly make people feel numb all over, as if being electrocuted. " "Then who is right?" "Both are right, the difference is only a matter of degree." "degree?" "If you can hear the sound, it still belongs to the senses; but if you can feel it, it goes deeper." "Ok?" "If you cover your eyes and ears, you can't see or hear; but if you feel your heart, do you want your heart to stop beating?" I suddenly remembered the experience that the sound of rain penetrated into my heart and almost caused insomnia. "To give another example, if I draw an arrow shooting towards you, which one is more profound to you, hearing the sound of the arrow piercing through the air, or feeling the pain of being shot by the arrow?" "Of course it's the feeling of being shot by an arrow." "So, if a picture is an arrow shot by a painter, then the arrow shot by the best painter will hit your heart instead of your ear." "I understand." I smiled, "Your teacher said that a great painter is the best." "Actually, art is not a skill, so there's no such thing as a bad skill." She smiled slightly. 咖啡喝完了，我们离开咖啡馆，又往山上走。 走着走着，我转头问她：“为什么妳要说妳叫珂雪？” "is it not OK?" “不是不可以，我只是好奇。”我停下脚步，说：“因为妳的名字不叫珂雪啊。” 她也停下脚步，看着我，微微一笑。 “你知道吗？”她没回答我的问题，“人大致可以分成两种。” “我知道。那就是男人跟女人。” “不。我说的这两种人，一种是想成为最好的发型设计师；另一种是想拥有最好看的发型。这两者之间其实是冲突的。” "why?" “发型最好看的人是谁？”她笑了笑，“一定不是最好的发型设计师。 因为他没办法帮自己弄头发。 " “这跟妳叫珂雪有关吗？” “从这个道理上来说，”她还是没有回答我的问题，“我也许可以成为最好的画家，但我一定没办法完整地画出我自己。” “喔。”我愈听愈纳闷。 “但在你的小说中，我却可以看到自己被完整地呈现。” "yes?" “嗯。”她点点头，“所以我要叫珂雪。” “好，没问题。”我继续往前走，说：“妳就叫珂雪。” “谢谢。”她笑得很开心，也跟着走。 “如果这部小说写得不好，妳不要见怪。” “不会的。”她说：“不过我对这部小说有一个要求。” "any request?" “因为所有爱情小说中的女主角都会流眼泪，所以……” “所以什么？” “这是部女主角从头到尾都没掉眼泪的小说。”