Reborn 1980, Dr. Su became popular in the XNUMXs

Lu Sinian sat on the single sofa near the window, waiting for her quietly.

He was leaning against the bathroom door, facing the sea, his eyes were deep and his thoughts were changing.

Only the quiet sound of trickling water could be heard faintly in my ears.

The clothes he bought for Su Xiaoli yesterday were ironed and hung all over the cabinet.

Jewelry, watches, shoes and bags were placed in several cabinets, but Su Xiaoli didn't touch them.

She just picked out a black silk shirt and a pair of black high-waisted wide-leg pants and put them on.

"Let's go." She put on the diamond ring necklace.

Pure diamonds were looming between the black collar, and her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows.

The two got on the 959, and Lu Sinian drove her aimlessly around the streets of Hong Kong Island. Su Xiaoli kept looking out the window, but she was not focused.

The weather is gloomy and the people are mottled.

Tired of riding in the car, Lu Sinian parked the car on the side of the road and took her for a slow walk on the side of the road.

Hennessy Road, Wan Chai, when passing by a loft bookstore, Su Xiaoli paused slightly.

Land on Hong Kong Island is at a premium, rents are high, and the houses are narrow and adjacent to each other like pigeon cages.

It is densely populated, and every floor is filled with tenants of different identities and experiences.

Bookstores are often hidden in downtown areas, on the second, third, or even seventh or eighth floors.

The height is getting closer and closer to heaven, but the situation is falling straight into hell.

No matter how high it moves, it will still be known as the "second floor bookstore" or "attic bookstore."

These bookstores are difficult to find for those who are not interested due to their hidden terrain.

Lu Sinian has never been here either. The books he wants to read and the books he wants to read are always delivered to him.

Su Xiaoli walked up the stairs step by step, her steps slightly unsteady. The stairs were narrow and dark, so she walked left and right before entering.

Lu Sinian has always been behind her.

Once you enter the room, you will immediately feel a different world and the aroma of books will fill your nostrils.

Open up the Chinese and Western, mix elegance and folk, compatible with the new and old places, expired yearbooks and old books and periodicals, the latest published classics or popular novels from various countries...

Except for the thread-bound books with literary and historical collection value that are stored separately, the others are all mixed together on dozens of bookshelves on the ceiling.

For a moment, Su Xiaoli even felt that she could stay here forever.

Quietly waiting for the end of a game of chess.

It's not unacceptable.

Books are always entangled with the life and death of the human world.

Even in troubled times, warmth can still be seen on cold nights.

She continued walking, looking at the books one after another, holding her neck high, or squatting completely on the ground.

Pull out one book after another.

Lu Sinian's eyes followed her all the time. The girl's face turned pale because of her black clothes, and she looked light and airy due to excessive mental fatigue.

The lines are thinner and purer.

He thought for a while, turned around and went downstairs to make a phone call. He came back more than half an hour later.

Lu Sinian asked the clerk for a cart, silently picked up the dozen books at Su Xiaoli's feet and put them on the cart.

The contents of the books that were put in were quite mixed.

Most of them are Western philosophy, but there are also Buddhism, Taoism, Lao Zhuang, Guan, Bing, Law, and Confucianism, as well as a lot of economics and psychology...

The cart was gradually filling up, and there were some authors and book titles that Lu Sinian had never even heard of.

There were even a lot of banned books in the carriage basket, ranging from political, occult, social, to erotic...

Su Xiaoli finally found an old sofa by the window and sat down, and picked up a thin booklet on the top of the trolley, which was the English translation of "The Myth of Sisyphus - On Absurdity".

Attached to the title page is a black-and-white photo of Zhang Camou, a charming middle-aged guy holding a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth.

Also beautiful.

The bookstore is very air-conditioned and cool air is circulating. Behind the sofa is a worn wall covering, and outside are rusty iron window railings and a window covered with spider webs.

Isolated from the rest of the world, she sank into the book.

In the scattered halo of light and darkness in half the room, the delicate lines of the side face, facing the water and illuminated by flowers, are particularly cool.

Lu Sinian sat next to her and picked up a book.

"So Resistant to Romance - Hong Kong Island Love-/Sex History". Lu Sinian: ...!
Jun couldn't help but blush a little. He tilted his head and saw that Su Xiaoli didn't pay attention to him at all. She was half leaning on the sofa and focusing on reading.

He gritted his teeth, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the book that he had never touched before.

Su Xiaoli flipped through the pages of the book in her hand, and scenes flashed through her mind.

All the memories in two lifetimes are long-lasting, fresh, and accumulated with real feelings.

She was questioning this... absurd game "God" was playing with her.

No matter whether you become an adult again or not, life has an end.

The inevitable would eventually happen to her again.

Yes, she thought about giving up and giving in.

But in the end, she still wanted to choose: to give herself the right to choose.

——I don’t want to play this game within the boundaries that I am forced to draw.

OK, then accept it first.

The key to accepting any fate is to stay alive. She hopes that she can hold on so that she can go further before falling.

Even if you go in the wrong direction, your steps will be heavy.

——When the boulder no longer caused pain in Sisyphus's heart, the gods would no longer let the boulder roll down from the top of the mountain.

The strong sense of pain is also a kind of existence.

The content of the book and his own wishes merged at the end of Camus' pen, and dissolved into a ball of transparent, colorless air, which Su Xiaoli inhaled into his lungs little by little.

——Facing the bleakness, knowing that it is impossible to do in the absurdity, but doing it.

In any case, apart from the cold and lonely fate, there is still the sunshine of reality that warms the body and bones.

It's ok.

Rebirth, such a mysterious word.

For Su Xiaoli, it was no longer just physical rebirth, but God was inviting her to experience true spiritual rebirth.

In the unchangeable fate and uncontrollable environment, you have complete self-mastery.

Express truly, boldly seek, and never escape the pain of not being able to get what you want.

What's more, she seemed to hear a voice whispering in the dark:

"No life, no death, no death, no life."

In half an afternoon, I finished reading a thin book.

Thunder rolls from the sky.

It's like an eternity.

Screw it.

She jumped out.

Su Xiaoli closed the book gently, her nose and eyes felt hot, but her brows relaxed.

When I opened my shoulders, I heard the sound of bones and joints cracking.

She took a deep breath and glanced at Lu Sinian inadvertently.

He was holding a book and reading intently.

Well, the eight winds are immovable.

Su Xiaoli couldn't help but look over. The title of the book was interesting, "So Resistant to Romance-Hong Kong Island Love/Sex History".

She smiled slightly and said, "How is this book?"

Lu Sinian - "Crossing the River with a Pi".

In a panic, he closed the book with a "bang" and immediately sat up straight, looking straight ahead, "It's, it's okay..."

"Tell me later what you wrote. Maybe you can learn something about the Lin family from a side perspective." Su Xiaoli smiled slightly.

The girl was relieved of the burden on her heart, her mood was no longer depressed, she was left with only elegance and indifference, and her eyes were radiant.

He behaves more freely and casually.

Lu Sinian reacted for a while before he heard what he was talking about, "Lin family?"

Su Xiaoli's eyes were clear and she nodded.

Those who kill will not die, and those who live will not live. It is a thing, all of which will be welcomed, all of which will be welcomed; all of which will be destroyed, and all of which will be successful. ——"Zhuangzi·Neipianjuan·Grand Master"