呋——有人說，人生本就是一場苦難的藝術。但苦難，本身根本就不是藝術。”

    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？”