呋——有人说，人生本就是一场苦难的艺术。但苦难，本身根本就不是艺术。”
Inthebedroom，ShenMoyansatbarefootbythebedandslowlyexhaledapuffofsmoke.
Isthereacureforparaquat，orisitjustacureinitself
Areweourchildhoodselves，relicsleftinthisworld
Sufferingistheantiaddictionsystemoflife
Peoplewhocan'tthinkaboutit，aretheyunabletothinkaboutit，oraretheywillingtothinkaboutit
Afterapause，heturnedtolookatSuZijin，whowasblushingunderthecoversandsmilingathimself，andsaid，“Whatwasitlikebeforetheuniverseexploded?Wasspaceformedbeforeoraftertheexplosion?Isspacefiniteorinfinite?Whatisthemeaningoflife
Don'tenterthesagemode，“SuZijinsaid，liftingtheblanketandpattingthebednexttoheragain.“Comeoverafteryoufinishsmoking，Ithoughtagain
ShenMoyantookanotherpuffofhiscigaretteandsaidlightly，“No，youcan'tthinkaboutit
SuZijin:?
SuZijin:“Stoptalkingnonsense!Comeoverquickly
ShenMoyanhelplesslysaid，“Sister，it'sbeententimes!EvenifIhaveenoughphysicalfitnessnowandwon'tbesqueezedtodeath，Istillneedsomebreathingtime
Gotit，“SuZijinblinked.“Aren'tyoupantingnow?And...youowemethreemonths，andyouhavetomakeupforeverythingforme
Okay，okay!“ShenMoyantookadeepbreath，suckedthecigaretteharduntilonlythebuttwasleft，andthenpressedithardtoextinguishitintheashtray.
Comeon，anewgameplaythatwon'tbeblocked
SuZijinbecameexcited，hereyesoverflowingwithemotion:“Wow，wow，whatisit
ShenMoyancrawledintotheblanketandwhisperedtoSuZijin'sear，“Practicecalligraphy”
“Calligraphy？”
BeforeSuZijincouldreact，apairoflargehandswrappedaroundherwaistandshewasembracedinawarmandgenerousembraceamidstcriesofsurprise.