Rebel Demon King

Chapter 164 Autistic Patients Want to Fall in Love (2)

(Two-in-one update, plus three chapters still owed)
Cheng Mo followed Shen Youyi into her apartment, walked into the porch and looked around, it was completely different from what he had imagined. Teacher Shen’s home was not spacious and warm at all, the color of the living room was dark gray, gray wallpaper, gray sofa, The gray table lamp, even the wooden floor is gray, using such a heavy color, there is usually a serious sense of oppression.

However, a huge bookcase extending to the roof stands on the entire wall facing the window, making the whole room brighter, like a warm fireplace with a steaming flame.

This white bookcase is full of books neatly. Cheng Mo glanced at the grids of the bookcase, which are covered with labels. They are roughly divided into Chinese literature, Japanese literature, Western literature and Latin American literature according to the level. There is nothing Cheng Mo is good at. Almost all of the philosophy books are novels, and the books of different authors are put together. Among them, the books of Japanese authors are the most, such as Natsume Soseki, Kawabata Yasunari, Murakami Haruki, Higashino Keigo, Kawashima Yukio, Oe Kenzaburo, Dazai Zhi, Kakuda Mitsuyo.
Books and texts of various colors form a huge abstract painting. Perhaps the oil paintings carefully crafted by famous artists are the beauty generally recognized by human beings, but this special and unintentional abstract painting directly penetrates Cheng Mo’s heart. soul, allowing him to see the "ocean" and even the "sky".

Every book is an island or a cloud, allowing you to dwell, let you rest, and let you indulge.They free you from the shackles of reality and the repulsive vulgarity of everyday life.

This is truly a great and monumental painting.

There are also a lot of books in Cheng Mo's house, but they are all arranged in a disorganized manner. Some unimportant ones are piled up in the corner, some important ones are placed in the glass bookcase, and some are packed into boxes and stuffed under the bed. Cheng Yongze probably There is no habit of collecting.

Therefore, the scene in front of him was very shocking to Cheng Mo.

This kind of shock is completely different from the public grandeur of the library. It is an extremely private and hidden beauty, like a peerless beauty whose skirts are lifted by the breeze, and she is happy.

Seeing Cheng Mo's shocked eyes, Shen Youyi felt a little satisfied, and said with the corner of his mouth bent: "Amazing, isn't it? This is the family property I have saved for more than ten years. The pocket money, New Year's money, and part-time wages are all here. This is my all the wealth."

"Awesome!" Cheng Mo murmured, although all these things can be packed into a small e-book, but for a person who loves reading, the feeling of a paper book is irreplaceable.

Shen Youyi took a pair of women's slippers and put them on for Cheng Mo, "Sorry, you are the first boy to visit my house, next time you come, I will have your slippers!"

Cheng Mo didn't speak, but just took off his canvas shoes, revealing the socks with one hole pierced by his thumb, and put on slippers.

Shen Youyi glanced at Cheng Mo's pink thumb, put the bag on the sofa, stacked the books on the pentagonal tea table made of stainless steel and marble, took a rubber band from the storage box, He tied his hair into a ponytail and headed to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, the house is a bit messy. I never watch TV. If you want to be bored, just read a book. I will cook and it will be fine soon."

It seems that Mr. Shen likes to say sorry to people. Cheng Mo said "Oh", and randomly selected a book from the stacked books on the coffee table, and started to read. The title of the book is "Planarian", and the author is Yamamoto. Xu, although Cheng Mo has read a lot of books, but he is not very old, the books he reads are basically what he reads at home, although Cheng Yongze studies anthropology, and literature cannot be bypassed, but the family Books on literature are generally few.

They are mainly some classic works describing the fate of human beings in the great era. Books like "Planaria" that reflect the spiritual state of a certain group in a certain country in the contemporary era are rarely touched by Cheng Mo. The beginning of the book is like this: "Vortex Insects (Planaria): Planaria planarian planaria phylum.

The body is flat, [-] to [-] mm long, and the mouth is located in the center of the abdomen.It lives in streams and is often used in regeneration experiments.

I will be a planarian in my next life.

While chatting at the wine table, I said so casually.Everyone looked over with interest.The three people who drank together were three people I met when I was working, all younger than me, and my boyfriend sitting next to me. "

The inexplicable opening at the beginning attracted Cheng Mo, because he also knew that the planarian was a creature with strong vitality, no matter how many pieces it was cut into, each piece would survive.
In the kitchen, there was the sound of the faucet being flushed, followed by the aggressive sound of the kitchen knife colliding with the cutting board, and the refrigerator door was opened and closed again.The setting sun outside the window gradually went from bright to dim, and the shadows went from dim to bright. The lights of the opposite building were lit one by one, and the night grew darker.

Cheng Mo's time to concentrate is very fast. When reading this kind of drama novel, you don't need to analyze it word by word. At the dining table, while untiing the apron, he smiled and shouted: "Cheng Mo, come and eat."

Cheng Mo let out an "oh", remembered the pages he had read, and walked towards the dining room next to the kitchen, which is actually separated from the living room by a glass door, which can roughly be regarded as a part of the living room.

The dining table should be the same as the coffee table. The black hang gray marble tabletop is covered with white texture, and the frame and table legs are made of mirror stainless steel. It is modern, simple, and cold, and it is incompatible with Shen Youyi's gentle to sweet personality. Thinking about it deeply, it is a little natural that most of the books of Japanese writers carry out the tenderness and hopeless loneliness that go deep into the bone marrow. From this point of view, it may be in line with Mr. Shen.

Cheng Mo pulled out his chair and sat down, the dim chandelier cast a faint halo on the black table, in the halo there were three white porcelain plates, a larger white porcelain soup bowl, and two white porcelain The small bowl and two pairs of stainless steel chopsticks are neat and beautiful.

The soup is cucumber shredded shrimp and egg soup, tender yellow and clear green, it looks very refreshing. The three dishes are filled with steamed eight-treasure fish, salted egg yolk eggplant and a fish-flavored shredded pork, all of which are carefully cared for. Compared with Hunan cuisine, it is very light.

"Give me the bowl, and I'll serve it for you."

Cheng Mo quickly stood up and said, "I'll do it myself."

"Don't be so polite, it's not too much trouble." Shen Youyi smiled and stretched out his hand towards Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo couldn't resist this smile, so he could only obediently hand over the bowl in his hand. He watched as Shen Youyi opened the lid of the rice cooker and filled him with a small bowl of rice in the steaming mist. It is like a mirage with the crystal grains of rice.

Probably true tenderness is like this, condensed in the simplicity of a meal and a vegetable.

Seeing that Cheng Mo's first chopsticks didn't pick up vegetables, but took a bite of rice, Shen Youyi picked up Cheng Mo's chopsticks fish-flavored shredded pork, "Come and comment on how my dishes are doing?"

The shredded pork with a rich sauce and a hint of sweetness is really a feast for the tongue to enjoy, but Cheng Mo only said two words: "Delicious."

"If it's delicious, eat more!"

"The book you read just now?"

"Planaria."

"how do you feel?"

"It's great, I just read the first story, and I actually agree with the author's point of view. It's not a sinful thing to be lazy. Allowing others to live in 'meaningless' is the greatest good in this society."

Shen Youyi's chopsticks froze in the air, "Cheng Mo, are you going to study literature or theory? If you don't have a good grade in science, I really want to encourage you to study liberal arts and think of the author of the original book after reading it for a while." The point of view to be expressed is refined. It is really amazing”

"This kind of novel should be easy to understand. Philosophy books are really difficult to understand, especially Marx's book. If you read it well, you will probably become a saint. This is why the BBC voted for 'Millennium Thinker' at the end of the last century. , the reason why Marx is at the top of the list is an interesting thing, the "Communist Manifesto" is the best-selling book in the West, surpassing the "Bible."

"I don't like "Ma Zhe" the least in my university. Those theories really make my head spin."

Cheng Mo smiled and said: "This is normal. Taizu said that if we can understand [-]% or [-]% of Marxism, then China will be really amazing (probably meaning). Even Taizu has repeatedly admitted that he can't read it. , said, "Theoretical books are too hard, so I haven't read them, and neither has Chen Boda." He also said: "I pay more attention to problems in systems and production relations. As for productivity, I have very little knowledge. Less.” So, Mr. Shen, it’s normal for you to not be able to read. Even my father’s notes and history can be regarded as the first glimpse of the door, and his level is at least among the top ten in China. Take Ma Zhe as a textbook. To be honest, just remember that Marx was great, and it doesn’t matter if you forget those theories.”

Shen Youyi was once again amazed by Cheng Mo's knowledge, but in an instant she thought of something else, because it was the first time she saw Cheng Mo smiled, and Shen Youyi caught a piece of eight treasure fish with Cheng Mo, "Cheng Mo, you You should smile more, it looks pretty when you smile, and you should cut your hair, don’t wait until you have to go to cut it every time, by the way, you didn’t cut your hair yourself, did you?”

"Hmm! I cut it myself. It's too time-consuming to go to the barber shop."

"I'll take you to get your hair cut this weekend." Cheng Mo's carelessness about the details of life left Shen Youyi speechless.

"Mr. Shen really doesn't need this one, I think I cut it myself pretty well."

Shen Youyi looked at Cheng Mo's messy hair with no contours or layers at all, and said angrily: "It's not bad? Boys also need to pay attention to their image! As long as they don't love to dress up like Fu Yuanzhuo. "

Cheng Mo said helplessly, "Study comes first."

"Study is very important, but life is more important. I think for you, coming to school is not just for learning, right? Like-minded friendship, ignorant and innocent love are all things we must experience in life, although books can Pass these experiences to you, but after all, this is someone else's experience, not your own. I still know the saying "no investigation, no right to speak". You should put more attention on places other than learning. "

Before Cheng Mo could speak, Shen Youyi laughed by himself, "If the principal heard me say that, he would probably fire me. Cheng Mo, for the sake of my courage to speak the truth, my classmates asked me to take you on Sunday. Cut your hair."

"Mr. Shen, me."

"I told you not to call me Teacher Shen outside the school, just call me Sister Xi."

"Teacher Shen"

"It's Miss Xi."

"Teacher Shen"

"It's called Sister Xi." Shen Youyi tirelessly interrupted Cheng Mo, with the attitude that if you don't obey, I will force it.

Cheng Mo had no choice but to give in, it was just a title, and it didn't matter if he gave up, "Okay! Sister Xi, I may not have time on Sunday."

"Then Saturday, there is no time on Saturday, just any day after school, you are not allowed to cut your hair secretly. If you are not obedient, I will deduct your conduct points and your academic points."

"Didn't you agree to be friends?" Cheng Mo couldn't help but slander.

"I'm fine." Shen Youyi said with a smile, her smile was like a bright moon half hidden in the clouds.

"By the way, we were talking about "Planaria" just now, do you like Japanese literature?" Seeing that Cheng Mo had given in, Shen Youyi changed the topic back.

"It's okay, but I don't read many books by Japanese authors, so I only read a few famous ones."

Shen Youyi asked with great interest: "Tell me to see, what did you see?"

""The Tale of Genji", "Manyoshu", "Snow Country", "Heart", "Rashomon", "Disqualification in the World", "Confessions of a Mask". That's about it! It's not very detailed, I didn’t understand it in depth.”

"I've read quite a few. I've just come into contact with these books at your age. It seems that we can discuss the topic of Japanese literature. I usually can't find anyone to discuss these things!"

Cheng Mo couldn't understand how Shen Youyi and Gao Yuemei became best friends. One likes to read difficult and depressing Japanese literature, and the other likes to watch silly, white and sweet Korean dramas. Difficult to fit, right?

"I don't dare to talk about it. My reading of Japanese literature is too little. In my opinion, ignoring the narrative style, the text of Japanese literature has a quiet and desolate beauty. In fact, we are now imitating this style in China. Yes, like Guo Xiaosi, but this is a typical example of painting a tiger rather than an anti-dog. The words carved by Guo Xiaosi are also quite beautiful to read, but after reading it a few times, you will find that these are just empty and beautiful words. , lack of in-depth insight into human nature and social criticism, no deep connotation, hollowed out vase, although exquisite, can't hold any thoughts, this gap cannot be made up by Guo Xiaosi jumping off a building. Tens of thousands of times! It must be the World Trade Center type. However, perhaps this kind of book can become popular, which is the biggest criticism of reality.”

Cheng Mo's venomous tongue-in-cheek sarcasm made Shen Youyi's smile tremble wildly. This smile was really unbelievable. It was a sea of ​​breasts and a wave of fragrance, and his clothes trembled. If you want to change to someone who is not determined, it will not be an instant crash, or an instant runaway. At this moment, student Cheng Mo can insist on not having a nosebleed and eating calmly, he is really the contemporary Liu Xiahui
Teacher Shen didn't notice her inadvertent actions at all, and Cheng Mo's expression didn't leak any information, so she said: "That's great, but you really don't read enough Japanese literature, and what you have been exposed to is Japanese style. Aesthetic material mourning literature, this kind of literary works are greatly influenced by Zen Buddhism, they don't like happy endings, and think that death is eternal, this kind of authors not only prefer tragedy, but also pursue tragedy, so there is always a kind of tragedy in their works. A touch of sadness. In this kind of literary tradition of mourning, the exile of images by words is like ripples slowly spreading out on the surface of a lake. Being impacted by such emptiness is an unforgettable experience of beauty. But take It’s unfair to compare Guo Xiaosi’s groaning words with those great writers, at least they must be at the level of Shen Congwen and Yu Hua.”

While eating, the two made some comparisons between Japanese literature and Chinese literature. The atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious. Although Cheng Mo could not say that he had mastered literature, he had his own unique understanding, which provided Shen Youyi with a lot of new perspectives.

Cheng Mo also learned a lot of literary knowledge during the conversation, and also met a lot of modern writers that he didn't know well. Although this knowledge was a bit redundant for Cheng Mo, it was interesting to listen to.

"It's no wonder that you said that you don't want to communicate with other students. Perhaps in your opinion, they are not on the same level as you? You read too many books, and it is easy to lose some precious things!"

"What is lost is nothing compared to what is gained."

Hearing what Cheng Mo said, Shen Youyi put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "Cheng Mo, I think you have misunderstood the meaning of reading. Hu Qingfang, a female writer from Treasure Island that I like very much, recently published a book called "The Nameless One" I was deeply moved by an article written in her collection of essays. The article said that when she was young, she went to the mountains with her parents to play, but she forgot to book a hotel, so the family could only stay in the car overnight, but she But it was the first time in the car that she saw the starry sky without shelter and light pollution. For her, this experience was not only seeing the starry sky, but also felt the true meaning of reading.”

After a pause, Shen Youyi recited softly with her light and melodious voice like a feather brushing over the skin: "Look at the starry sky on a cloudless night, and you will understand the meaning of literature. The stars look down on all beings, and all are equal. Don't discriminate, don't classify, don't judge, be humble or great or kind, or mediocre, human beings on the earth can also look back, no matter where they are, just look up, the stars are there, and the stars only speak the purest language, From children to the elderly can easily understand that simple light, he speaks directly to everyone, without priests or wands, across time and space, across generations, without a big and useless Tower of Babylon, you can also understand the eyes of another human being .The stars are not mysterious at all, they exist to guide all lost sailors"

After reading the passage written by Hu Qingfang in a distant and quiet voice, Shen Youyi resumed the tone of a clear stream and spring, "Maybe the ocean of books is too wide, and the hurricane of thoughts is too violent, so it makes you a little lost. , Cheng Mo."

Then she smiled at Cheng Mo and said, "But it's okay, Sister Xi will become your Big Dipper!"

(End of this chapter)