Chapter 71 Chapter 3 Freedom Like the Wind (3)

"I should have bought more campfires just now," said Rattan.He and Xiaoye were busy using larger stones to pile up the windshield to protect the hard-won firelight. "There are also drinks, food, and preferably a few blankets, why don't we just buy sleeping bags?" Jill asked. "Yes, yes." Rattan agreed repeatedly. Jier and Xiaoye looked at each other and said in unison, "That's no fun." It was the tone, the casualness and uninhibitedness of the sad coffee shop, that Marty felt happy in the cold. Hai An came back from the edge of the surf, and Marty realized that he was wearing a coat of almost summer material.She remembered that Hai'an had just returned to China today. In the middle of winter, wearing such thin clothes, could it be that he came back from the other side of the world?Fortunately, Hai'an didn't look cold at all, he came to sit down beside Jill, and took the cigarette that Jill lit for him.

"This reminds me of a story." Xiaomei hugged her knees tightly, she said, "A man killed someone in a very cold winter. He walked across the beach with his body on his back, waded into the shallow sea, and wanted to The body was thrown into the sea to destroy the evidence, but it was too cold, and the body on his back became hard because of the rapid freezing, straddling him like a big crab, and he couldn't even shake it off." "The result?" Xiaoye asked. "In the end, half of the murderer was soaked in the icy sea water, struggling for a long time with the body wrapped around his back that was as hard as a popsicle, and he became paralyzed from exhaustion, and was washed away by the sea with the body on his back."

"Cool. A corpse that will take revenge." Xiaoye said. "I've read that story and always thought it was exaggerated, but now I believe it's possible. Look at the seaside in Taiwan, it's as cold as hell." Jill said. "Will it be tomorrow morning that we'll be frozen into seven popsicles?" Xiaomei asked. "If you die, you will lose everything." Su Yuan squinted at the dancing orange flames. "I said Hai'an will die first." Jier nudged Hai'an beside her with her elbow, "She was dressed so lightly, and said very smartly that she wanted to go to Hualien to see the Pacific Ocean. Now it's all right, freezing to death in the Pacific Ocean blowing In the sea breeze, is it chic enough?"

"It's just this cold, I'm afraid I won't die." Hai'an shook his hair in the wind, with a face full of indifference. "By the way. Life is like rubbish on the beach. Since it exists, even if you give up on yourself, you still have to be cleaned up by others. How can you say that when a person dies, there is nothing left?" Jier changed the subject and pointed at Suyuan. "Suyuan, the more you practice, the more decadent you become. That kind of course doesn't do you any good, so it doesn't matter if you don't take it." "I've been so decadent that I can't go to school, I don't have time at all," Su Yuan said.

"If you don't have time, then you can borrow it." Jier squinted at Suyuan. "Borrow from whom?" "The rich man in time, Hai'an." Jier solemnly pointed to Hai'an beside her with the hand holding the cigarette. Hai'an raised his eyebrows, his mocking expression was bright. "I don't know." Su Yuan shook her head, "It's not that there's not enough time, it's just that the pace of daily life is too tense, and I'm tired like a slave. Whose slave? I don't know, slave of the times. " "Here we go again, sad office worker." Cane said.He embraced Xiaomei with his huge body, and the two sat with their backs to the sea, facing everyone across the flames. "The question is very simple. If you don't like it, you can change it. There are many choices in this world besides going to work, and you don't have to live so pitifully. Are you right?"

"For example, what do you say?" Marty said, "Do you go to direct sales with you? What's the difference? Isn't the result all the same? Except that the money may be a little more, and the schedule for making money is not fixed. What's the difference? It's not all about trying to make money. Even if you become your own boss, it turns out that your relationship with others, your self-motivated growth goals, or the accumulation of wealth, I think this is called pitiful .” "There is more than enough momentum, but not enough knowledge." Jill spewed out a puff of white smoke.Today, she is launching fire without warning, just like usual.

"Huh?" Marty turned to Jill.She and Jill were wrapped together in a sheep towel, the side of the head facing Jill, the hood taut, and the two of them were in an intimate tension. "Otherwise you ask Hai'an." Jill pouted, and she threw the cigarette butt into the flames. Hai'an looked at Hai's face and turned around.Across Jill, Marty saw the scorching fire reflected in Hai'an's eyes.In that light, Marty suddenly distracted.Why, today's Hai'an looks so strangely empty?Hai'an looked at her, and the fire light danced on his face for a long time before he said, "Marty without a goal, you are limited by your own experience."

"I see. I know what you're going to say." Marty bowed his head, grabbed a handful of gravel, and rubbed the rough texture of the stone with both hands, "My life experience is the mediocre life history of small people , there is no situation and no change. I am bound by the little salary, and I can’t get along without starvation, so my dissatisfaction lies in the pressure of modern life. My greatest unhappiness lies in my lack of freedom. My lack of freedom comes from Take those boring classes. You think my life is too narrow, and my complaints are too narrow, don't you?"

"Admirable introspection," Hein said, smiling brightly, the emptiness on his face was gone. "But that's not what I'm talking about. Marty, it's easy to see what you've lost." , the pain of loss is often more specific than the feeling of possession. You suffer from a freedom you never had. Marty, you are so used to this pain and the anger that comes with it that you can't even imagine losing it How will you feel." "I don't understand." Hai'an's words were like riddles, and Marty was confused. "Sometimes, people have to find an ideology to control themselves. Just like you, Marty, you use the unfreedom in your lifestyle and your desire for freedom to build two lines of defense, in case Crossing the boundaries by yourself, facing a situation with no goals. If you are really liberated, and you don’t have to care about other people’s outlook on life, will you really be free and free? Can you describe what kind of freedom you want? ?"

"Does freedom need to be described?" "No. You can't describe it, you can't imagine it." "Then you tell me." "A few years ago, I spent the whole summer in Hawaii." Hai'an lay down on the gravel with his hands as a pillow, "No luggage, no plan, wandering day and night, falling asleep before dawn, getting up at dusk, having a drink TAQUILA SUNRISE, happened to join the carnival of strangers on the beach. Life is endless enjoyment in the sunset, and enjoyment does not need a goal. Later, I was tired of the dullness of the windless belt, so I flew to Finland. At that time, it happened to be the eternal Night, in the endless snow, I wandered all night, discarding all my memories piece by piece along the way, nothing left, only the wind and snow, the cold. The people there told me, you will freeze to death on the ice field It's here, Oriental. But I can't die, it's not cold enough."

"Of course, the coldest place is in your heart." Jill whispered.No one heard her, and everyone was intoxicated by Hai'an's narration. "I was alone in the boundless ice and snow field. There was a rosy dawn in the south. The dawn was coming, so I left the ice field. At that time, I almost forgot everything about myself. There was no past, no future, only like the wind. existence. But Marty, this has nothing to do with freedom." "Isn't that bullshit? All I'm hearing is blessed, rich-boy-style slutty," Jill said. "That's right, that's right." Jier's sarcasm made Hai'an happy, and he said, "What I get is a sense of affluence in time and space, not freedom." "Then what is freedom?" Xiaoye asked. "Freedom does not exist. These two words are just a joke that humans make with themselves." Hai'an replied. "I'd rather not think that way." Marty hugged his knees and closed his eyes.