Chapter 12 Showroom

Luo Ying walked forward quickly.In the direction of home, she walked by instinct, aimlessly, and her mind was not on the road. She walked so intently that she didn't notice the footsteps following behind her. Failed, she thought, why?Is it because I think everything is too simple, or is this plan originally unfeasible?Shouldn't I have made everything clear to Jill?But is it useful to speak clearly?Why did Yige stand up and hinder him suddenly? Isn't he a friend of Tyne? Why did he make such sarcastic remarks?Is there some misunderstanding in this?Maybe it was my own whimsy, I wanted to use a flower to block a warship, and use a skirt to stop a war.Such a naive idea, facing the world of adults and their conflicts, may be whimsical.

She turned on a fork, walked through the pedestrian street, took a detour, walked through a small square, and stepped into the garden of the community center.Layers of greenery surrounded her all of a sudden.At this time, it was close to noon, and the garden was almost deserted, and the corridor built by the small locust tree was winding and winding.The garden is very quiet and green like water, which made her calm down all of a sudden. "Miss Luo Ying!" Suddenly a voice called her from behind.She stopped, turned her head, and followed a figure from the bend in the tree. It was Ig.

Yige took a few steps in a hurry, and said apologetically and carefully: "I'm sorry, I called you on the road just now, but you didn't hear me." Luo Ying saw clearly that it was him, nodded, but did not speak.The two faced each other, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. "I wonder..." said Iggy, "did I upset you just now? Sorry. I don't think I meant to. I may not have figured out..." "Forget it," Luo Ying said briefly, "it's not all your business." "You really want to make a deal?" "Ok." "why?"

Luo Ying asked back: "Then why do you object?" "Because I really don't agree with his business monopoly." Iger replied, "Do you agree?" "That's not the case." Luo Ying was not in the mood to discuss with him. Iger, however, seemed eager to continue the conversation: "Do you also like to buy fashions under Thales on Earth?" "rare." "But there are many girls around you who like it?" "yes." "So you still have a good impression of his business empire?" "That's not the case!"

Luo Ying looked at him quietly for a while, then repeated: "That's not the case at all. The problem is not whether business is commercial or not, but Mars and the earth. What about business? What about non-commercial?" "Is it okay? This is the difference in the lives of people on the two planets." "Is there? I don't think so." "No? You should know better than me. Every girl here is talking about creation and values ​​works; girls on earth are all after clothes, and their life is constantly buying clothes. Isn't that a difference? " "So what?"

"Commodity fetishism throws the essence of human beings on the surface of material desires." "It's not like that." Luo Ying was a little tired, she didn't like this kind of conversation very much, "Can you stop talking about these terms?" "Don't you think it's wrong?" "No. It's just that terminology is one thing, life is another. What's the essential difference between buying clothes and designing clothes? Do you think Jill and the others are born artists? No. They are actually the same as the girls on the earth. It's the same. People are the same."

"Yes, people live according to their circumstances." "It's not like that, or it's not just that. You know why they like clothes? It's because they want to have a personality. Although they live by circumstance, they all want to have a personality. It doesn't matter whether you make clothes or buy clothes, it's actually the same .They can’t choose the world they live in, and the way that world works has nothing to do with them, they just live their own life, they are born in that world, but they pursue individuality, that’s all.” As she spoke, the smiling faces of the girls she knew appeared in front of her eyes one by one, a mixture of shyness, pride, apprehension, and eagerness for praise.They live in different ways in different worlds, but their excitement and frustration are similar.She remembers those smiling faces, that is her dance.She didn't want to argue with him, and started walking forward with her head down again.

She didn't want to talk anymore, but Yige followed persistently.The branches are very low, and the leaves almost hang down to the top of the two people's heads. The tree shadow casts mottled light and shade on the faces of the two people.They did not speak for a while. "Your dance troupe on Earth is the fashionable type?" "yes." "The last time I heard you say, you only stayed in the dance troupe for two years?" "right." "why?" "Because all the teachers on Earth are hired with money, they leave after teaching, and no one cares about attendance. The artistic director of the dance troupe doesn't care, as long as they don't sign the accommodation agreement, they can leave at any time. Many people come and go. I It's not the protagonist, it doesn't matter if I'm missing, someone will make up for it right away."

"I'm not asking that. I'm asking, why do you want to go?" Luo Ying didn't answer. "Is it because you don't like the hustle and bustle of the building?" "No, the building is fine." "Is that because you don't like the atmosphere in the dance troupe?" "No, I like those girls very much." "why?" Luo Ying pondered for a while and said, "Because I still want to create." "Oh? Creation? Then I asked you last time if you wanted to be a great dancer. Why did you say no?" "I want to create, but I don't want to be great."

"Can't the dance troupe create?" "Yes. It's just that they're used to dancing to order, and I wanted to do something of my own." "I understand. To create is to give a form to its destiny.... To create is to have a second life." Luo Ying suddenly stopped.Ig smiled, but looked at her solemnly.Camus's sentence was like a small hammer, gently knocking open the door of thoughts she had absolutely no desire to communicate.She didn't know that Yig knew the sentences so well, too. "Man is the only master who maintains this world." She said softly.

"What is connected with this world is the fantasy of another world." Ig read the next sentence. Luo Ying's heart calmed down, and she smiled at him lightly.She seemed suddenly less anxious. "You should feel like a fish in water when you return to Mars?" Iger asked, "You can create freely." "No." "why?" "Because..." Luo Ying lowered her head, "I don't want to register as a studio." "Oh? Any dissatisfaction?" "It's not dissatisfaction." Luo Ying paused for a moment, then thought of her mother again, "It can only be said that it's doubts about the world around me, and I'm not used to a life of step-by-step life. You may not know it, although it's not forbidden, but We rarely switch studios here. It’s always layer by floor, from apprentice to master, and take the elevator in a studio for a lifetime. It’s fine if I haven’t been to the earth, but I have. You know everyone on the earth How to live, come and go, do all kinds of jobs. I am used to that kind of life, a fluid, experimental life, and I don’t want to live in a pyramid anymore.” "I see," Iger said in a cheerful and conclusive tone, "you were born on Mars, so you agree with the sublime seriousness, but you have been to the earth, and you are used to changes. So although you seem to defend both sides, But in fact, I don’t believe in any of them.” His words secretly aroused a sadness in Luo Ying's heart. She knew what he said was right, so she felt a little pain in her heart.Her problem is that she can't believe in any of them, so it's very difficult to blend in and out. She misses home on the earth and misses the earth at home.It was her problem, and it was the problem of all her partners. She looked at Lu and asked him instead: "Why do you want to know so much?" "Because I want to get to know you." She stopped, and was preparing for an answer, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the button on his schoolbag strap with a green light on his eyes, which was a sign that he was taking pictures. She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt as if she had been fooled, her heart sank, and tears welled up in her eyes.She didn't want to talk much at first, but she thought he was willing to listen, so she slowly put down her guard and said little by little. She didn't say much, but every word was an open and accurate expression of her heart.But he originally just wanted to take a shot. "But I don't want to be understood by you." Her tone was reckless, but she felt that he was more reckless than herself.He wanted to understand her, but why should she be understood by him?He is curious, he speaks sharply and satirically, he is a director who probes people's hearts, and he takes the intellectual pleasure of examining and guessing.But is this enough to understand them?She and her partners.Can he understand their perceptive troubles, their youthful worries, their real doubts and anxieties caused by traveling between two worlds?Even if you want to understand, how much can you understand?He was always standing on the other side of the river, and he was right, but he didn't hurt.He is a bystander, and a bystander never hurts.All problems are the problems of the living person, and once you are on the sidelines, there are no more problems. "Do you think," tears welled in her eyes, but didn't fall, "that it's fun to not believe in both?" After she finished speaking, she ran away alone, leaving him standing in the garden, watching her back as she went away. ※※※ It was already night when she woke up, Luo Ying was lying on the bed, recalling the events of the day. Her mood was still a little restless, and when she woke up, the garden and the path in the daytime were still vivid in her mind. She silently asked herself why she was so sensitive to the comparison between the two worlds that she couldn't live a normal life, and why she wanted to find something in common in it.She knows that people have an ability called adaptation, if she simply adapts, then everything will be much easier. But she always felt that would make her uneasy.She also couldn't tell what kind of thing was faintly urging her in her heart, so she couldn't help but regard the two kinds of life not only as an institutional arrangement, but as a whole philosophy. She remembered that people on Earth always said they were free, and were proud of it.She tried their taste of freedom, believed that they were right, and fell in love with that kind of wandering in her heart.But she remembered that when they were young, they also heard in Mars class that Martians are free, and the security of food and clothing prevents them from auctioning off their freedom.They say that when people have to rely on auctioning off their thoughts in exchange for living income, then people must be enslaved by the struggle to survive, and the words they speak are no longer their own words, but the will of money. Only on Mars can people be free.She still remembered the nineteenth-century oil painting "Auctioning Slaves" by Léon Jerome, whom she knew well when she was a child. The picture was so moving that she dared not sell herself on the Internet for a long time on earth. Walking through two worlds now, she doesn't know which is the greater confinement: the system of distributing food and clothing, or the poverty of the struggle to survive.But she knows that people love freedom, the more different they look, the more common they are in their hearts. free!Life is art, and the essence of art is freedom. Suddenly she heard her mother's voice, a soft, passionate voice.This is what my mother said when she was five or six years old. Her heart softened instantly.She remembers her mother taking her to participate in various art activities.At that time, I was still wearing a pink skirt, held in my mother's arms, listening to the adults talking in the study, watching the sunlight pouring into the window like a waterfall, passing over the books, and shining on the faces of the adults in high spirits.Some people are eloquent, and some are always silent and smiling, but everyone has an unrestrained and uninhibited atmosphere. My mother smiles among them, with lively and graceful eyebrows and eyes, with a sense of freedom.It felt like a foreign world to her, she was just a baby, but she was happy there. Did you know that you are a child born with the light, and your birth is a magical art. Her mother had said this to her. At that time, she was still so young that she couldn't understand what her mother meant. She just sat on her mother's lap with her head tilted and looked at her mother's narrowed eyes. She knew that she liked her, so she was very proud.She was about four years old at the time. Memories flowed into her heart little by little. She couldn't remember any coherent plot, but she remembered those words and fragments that sparkled.They were sleeping in the deep sea of ​​her memory, not illuminated by the searchlight of consciousness for many years, but they never disappeared. As more and more searches and thoughts were made, the ice layer melted inch by inch, and the sea water became turbulent. The pure white moonlight came in, and the bed was by the window, which was integrated with the window sill.Ivy was planted all around the window frame, and its branches spread around the fence, and hung down a long soft natural curtain.The window is like the shell of night, and the moonlight is like the oracle of heaven. The night was gentle, and she suddenly wanted to see her parents' room again. She got up, put on a skirt, and jumped off the bed. Through the silent corridor, she returned to her father's study. The study was still as spotless as the last time I saw it, but she saw at a glance that the flowers on the table were no longer there. The room returned to its usual normal empty state.The house under the moonlight is like an empty stage, and the night is like an empty drama.Luo Ying walked slowly to the center of the stage, walked along the base of the wall, and read a silent monologue in a voice that no one could hear against the background of bookshelves.Mom and Dad, can you hear me?she said silently.I just found out now that I remembered your words.I have been to the earth and learned to go on the road alone. The things I thought I had forgotten are still in my heart. There was no sound and no answer. Unknowingly, she came to the crescent table again.The edge of the table was empty.She looked around, and found that the placement of the flowers was ordinary, without statues, decorations, or hidden secret doors. In addition to two strings of numbers. Luo Ying suddenly bent down, the silver-white moonlight illuminated the envelope on the edge of the floor, and the two strings of numbers carved with a knife were slightly reflected and clearly visible.She was a little nervous and looked carefully.The first string is nine letters, and the second string is a combination of thirteen letters and numbers. She is very sensitive to these two lengths, which are the length of the login name and password of the personal file space. She jumped up, found a pen and paper from the shelf, knelt on the ground, and copied it character by character.Then he stood up, ignoring the dust on his hair, ran to the login terminal by the wall, entered his own data space, and then started from his own space to search for the login name written in charcoal on the paper.Her hand trembled slightly, tapping slowly with one finger. Mom's name.She clicks into it. The screen in front of him instantly turned into a room.This is the three-dimensional form of space, she hurriedly went to the door to get the stereo glasses.The archive space can be arranged in two or three dimensions. Two dimensions are convenient for browsing, and three dimensions have an intuitive impression.Studios and papers are often two-dimensional, and private interfaces and artworks are often three-dimensional. In three-dimensional space, works are recorded holographically, and electronic logs can be made into books, played with sound, or engraved on mountain walls. It looks immortal against the erosion of time. This is a room surrounded by stone walls. It is different from the light and transparent walls and spherical domes everywhere on Mars. It is very similar to the Renaissance buildings that Luo Ying has visited on Earth. The rectangular hall has straight lines and is built of huge blue-gray rocks. The walls are high, the flat top has frescoes, and there are intricate plaster sculptures of angels on all sides.The room is not too grand, but the huge window sash up to the sky reveals light between the pillars, making the light and shadow in the room show a deep extension.The room is covered with carpets, with alcoves and booths. The three-dimensional images of the mother's sculptures are on these booths. The sculptures are displayed in a mysterious and eternal posture. The whole room has an ancient atmosphere from an alien planet. Luo Ying's heart beat violently. This is my mother's memory bank. She began to walk slowly in the room, gently touching the souls frozen in the statues.Those bodies have twisted lines, hands stretched to the sky, muscles tense, as if yearning for something that can never be obtained day after day.The virtual sunlight pours down from the long vertical windows, and the white light shines on the sculptures, making them look like frozen characters in a tragedy, making the sadness permanent on the booth. She picked up a vase with an antique long neck and wide belly, like a cultural relic from the Mayan culture of ancient Egypt. After looking at it for a while, she found that the vase was engraved with her mother's diary, which automatically displayed as an antique flower. When she saw this sentence, her eyes froze. The year I was born, Luo Ying thought, eighteen years ago, what happened in that year, and who was the teacher? Her heart was pounding, as if it could be heard in the virtual space, vibrating in the room through the deep silence.She looked at it carefully, and her mother's diary was beautiful and vague, without clear instructions.There is a porcelain bowl and a plate next to it, and there are one or two concise and beautiful sentences on each cultural relic, like a superficial touch on a long time. She really wanted to read every diary in detail, and her intuition told her that she was close to a past event that she had never known before.But at this moment, there was a sound outside the open door of the exhibition room, as if someone had just logged in from outside.Her heart skipped a beat, she raised her head and hesitated for a moment, put down the plate, and stepped out the door.