Chapter 101 Chapter 054:[-] - Tree People and Wood
The lotus lantern at the door lit up, and the office welcomed customer No. [-].
The door was pushed open, and the guests walked in in a regular manner. There was no arrogant entrance ceremony, and no exaggerated self-introduction. The normal ones seemed different in this hell.The guest in front of him was a humanoid tree with rough bark and fresh young leaves on its five fingers.
"Hello, how should I address you?" I spread my pen and ink, and straightened my clothes.
"Hemu." The tree man's voice was dry.He sat upright on the wooden chair, with his hands neatly placed on his knees, like a well-behaved child.
I wrote his name on the paper with a peacock quill.The root of the quill is like glass, with a thin spiral structure, and the written characters are slender and delicate.The ink is locked in the spiral groove and released slowly with each stroke. It is indeed a good pen.Just dip the ink and write smoothly for a long time.I recorded on paper, secretly happy that I finally got a good pen.
"Alright Hemu, why are you looking for me today?"
"Why does the writer want to build the office on a tree?"
"What's wrong?"
Aki's fingers flicked rhythmically on his knees, looking around at the appearance in the tree house office.
"very creative."
"Thank you. Excuse me, why are you looking for me today?" I asked again.
He Mu came back to his senses, staring at me with a pair of completely transparent eyes, very focused: "Master Writer, I want to know what love is."
"What do you think love is?"
Hemu lowered his head and looked at the palms of his hands.He clenched his fist, and the tender leaves of his fingertips rubbed against each other to make a rustling sound.
"I don't know, my lord the writer. I am a plant. We plants grow out of nothingness to become something. We stand there and watch everything around us go through the wind and rain, and finally meet our own demise. We You can only watch, you can't interfere, and you can't interact with humans."
"So you think love arises from the intersection with human beings?"
Hemu paused: "Maybe it is. I have seen lovers kissing under my branches and leaves, and lingering on the fallen leaves under the shelter of my shadow. My lover's private letters and dead ones have been buried under my tree roots. I have witnessed the change of generations of families, the separation and reunion of lovers, and the birth, old age, sickness and death of individuals."
He Mu suddenly stopped talking, as if he had stopped suddenly.He stared at me, dazed.I poured two cups of hot tea and pushed one cup in front of Hemu.The white air of the hot tea touched Hemu's skin, and he realized it now, and continued speaking slowly.
"I've seen so much, but I still don't know what love is."
"Have you ever experienced love? What you think love is."
Hemu reached for the hot teacup with both hands, but took it back after touching it.
"My lord." His voice sounded very serious.
"You said."
"Is there any, cold water?"
"Oh well."
"Water is fine, I don't need tea."
"Oh well."
I turned around and changed him to cold water, Hemu picked up the cup and poured the water over his head.The water instantly soaked his dry bark, and the water flowed through Hemu's transparent eyeballs, making his eyes brighten up.
"Love!"
Hemu's tone became much more relaxed, probably because of the watering.
“There used to be a boy named Fendi who took great care of me. When I first met Fendi, he was five years old and had just moved into the house behind me. Before that the owner took me from A certain farm in South America transplanted me back to the middle of the United States, saying that they had never seen such a beautiful tree. After being transplanted, I took root in the new land.
Fendi, Fendi is a sweet little Jewish boy.His hair was dark chestnut, his eyes were black as ebony, his nose was high, his face was fair, and he was a very beautiful child.
Fendi has come to water me every day since I moved into the house.Although the water in his small bucket is really not enough, most of my nutrients still come from the ground.But as long as I can see him every day, I am very happy.He would touch my bark, chat with me, and sometimes talk to my tree hole about a lot of things he encountered in school.I am happy to be his listener. "
Fendi grew up day by day.For me, human growth is a blink of an eye.The cute little boy with brown chestnut curly hair before suddenly turned into a handsome young man.He also brought a girl under my canopy one day and flaunted me to the girl, 'Hey!look!This is my tree! '"
"How did you feel when Fendi showed you off?" I asked Hemu.
"I am so happy and proud to spread out my huge canopy to wrap these two lovers under my protection. To hear them there whispering and talking about their love. I love to hear it. Fendi will tell me anything , including everything about this girl. I looked at them and thought how nice it is to be a human being, who can go wherever I want.
Although the lifespan is limited, if we can love someone seriously within the limited lifespan, this kind of life may be more meaningful than the trees that have lived for hundreds of thousands of years. "
"What happened to Fendi then?"
"One night, Fendi leaned against my tree trunk as usual, and told me softly that he was leaving here, and he was going to study far away, but he didn't know how to speak to that girl. That The girl must be very sad. Listening to Fendi's distress, I also became sad. As a tree, I rarely feel sad emotions, but that night, Fendi hugged me and cried.
I don't know if I'm reluctant to leave Fendi, or do I empathize with his sadness?
As a tree without a heart, my leaves droop, I don't want to sway with the wind, and I don't want to stare at the night sky.
I thought that night, I'm going to miss, miss this kid a lot. "
"And then? Did you see Fendi again?"
"Fendi left that town. The girl came a few times later, and her eyes were often red and swollen, probably because she was sad for her lover's departure. Time passed quickly, or our tree's sense of time is slow, Ten years may be just a blink of an eye.
The last time that girl came to see me, she was pregnant.With her stomach on her back, she buried the love letter in the wooden box under my tree roots.She looked emaciated and in tears, she shed a lot of tears that day and every drop fell on my roots.
I am not sad.I look at her and think about Fendi. "
"Fendi finally came back, Fendi was old. He had a beard and his hair was half gray. He came to my tree with a strong golden retriever on a lead and stood there looking at me. How I wanted to tell him about the box of love letters! But he couldn't hear me, all he could hear was the rustling of leaves, and the wind was very noisy that day."
"Fendi moved back into the shed behind me, just like he did when he was a kid, and came to water me every day, with his golden retriever. But he looked more emaciated every day. I've seen a lot of humans in this state , Fendi's life is nearing the end of his life.
I know that one day I will lose this baby and my thoughts will go nowhere. "
"In your intersection with Fendi, what do you think love is?"
Hemu talked a lot, and he looked a little tired.I poured another glass of cold water for Hemu.Hemu blankly picked up the cup and poured water from his head.
"Love? Love, love..." The water flowed down the grain of the bark, and He Mu seemed to be a little relieved, "I think I love Fendi. I care about him very much. When he is not around During the day, I often think about what he is doing? Is he well now? Has he met a new lover? Has he started his own family like other human beings?
I want to know everything about Fendi, is that love? "
"Do you think this is love?"
"This is the closest thing I can feel to love."
"Do you want to feel love like a human being?"
He Mu hesitated: "My lord, I actually don't know. I think that if I become a human being, I might lose a lot. Maybe I will be farther away from love instead."
"how to say?"
"I have been rooted in that land for so many years, and I have seen betrayal and jealousy between lovers, suspicion and abuse among relatives. I think they all love each other, but they are hurting each other. love?"
"Perhaps everyone expresses love differently, and human beings have various cognitions of love, and their expressions are more complex."
"My lord, I don't think so. I don't think that's love. Although I don't know what love is, at least I know what it isn't."
"What is not love?"
"Hurt, not love."
"But if human beings have not experienced hurt and pain, they may not understand what love is. Just like there is no darkness, you will not know what light is. If you have not experienced drought, you will not know how to moisturize well."
"Is going through hurt and pain a necessary process to understand love?"
"Hurt and pain is part of learning what love is. I don't know much about other species, but for humans, it is an inevitable process that must be experienced."
"My lord, why are you so sure?"
"Although my life is short, the memories and experiences of my lifetimes add up to thousands of years. The disasters that have occurred in these millennia, such as separation, oppression, and lack of desire and love, will also make me think about the question you asked. "
"Then what is the result of your thinking, Mr. Writer?"
"There is no result, and I am still learning. But one thing I understand is that many things are hard to figure out. Only I have experienced it myself, experienced it, lived it and died it, maybe after that to know what happened.”
"Are the authorities obsessed?"
"The authorities are confused and sober."
Hemu lowered his head and thought for a while: "What does the writer mean, I should try to be a human?"
"What I mean is, if you can't think of an answer to a question that you can't think of for a while, it's better to start a new life experience to experience it. You don't have to be a human being. You have the experience of being a dog, and you have the experience of being a demon. ...it's not what you do, it's what you learned when your life was over, did you find the answers you were looking for, didn't you?"
"Yes, perhaps."
"Then, after you have considered it, go to Meng Po." I took out a letter of recommendation from the drawer and handed it to Hemu, "She will arrange your future affairs."
"But now the Three Realms are not peaceful, and there are doomsday scenes everywhere, is it suitable for reincarnation?"
"Every opportunity of birth has a topic designed for this life by the times. If you think it is suitable, then it is suitable."
"What is the subject of the end?"
"That may be what you need to explore after your life begins."
Hemu put away the letter of recommendation, stood up and bowed slightly.The leaves on his body rubbed together because of this movement, making the sound of wind.
"Thank you, my lord, I'll go now."
"bless you."
"Maybe next time I see you, I'll have the answer."
"What is love?"
Hemu said seriously: "Yes, I'm going to find out what is love."
Shuren took the letter of recommendation and left the office slowly.The rustling of leaves on his body soon mixed with the sound of leaves outside the office, and soon it was impossible to tell where he was going.
At this time, Yang Oyster poked his head out from behind the bookcase, heaved a long sigh of relief, it seemed that he was really suffocated in the small room.
"My lord, this is really an interesting conversation." Yang Oyster said.
"Yeah, that's the fun of this job."
"So what does the writer think is love?"
"It's a feeling, I can't describe it, Yang oyster," I put my hands behind my head, looking at the curious little dragon in front of me, "Why, do you want to go to the world to try?"
"actually, I……"
"Go if you want, I'll write you a letter of recommendation."
Yang Oyster's dragon claws were clenched and loosened in the air, as if he was trying to speak: "If Hemu said that caring and missing are love, then I think I love you very much! Writer!"
"Hahaha, I love you too, Xiaolong."
I opened my arms and took the dragon body into my arms.Yang Oyster froze for a moment, then relaxed, a pair of dragon claws gently encircled me.
(End of this chapter)
The lotus lantern at the door lit up, and the office welcomed customer No. [-].
The door was pushed open, and the guests walked in in a regular manner. There was no arrogant entrance ceremony, and no exaggerated self-introduction. The normal ones seemed different in this hell.The guest in front of him was a humanoid tree with rough bark and fresh young leaves on its five fingers.
"Hello, how should I address you?" I spread my pen and ink, and straightened my clothes.
"Hemu." The tree man's voice was dry.He sat upright on the wooden chair, with his hands neatly placed on his knees, like a well-behaved child.
I wrote his name on the paper with a peacock quill.The root of the quill is like glass, with a thin spiral structure, and the written characters are slender and delicate.The ink is locked in the spiral groove and released slowly with each stroke. It is indeed a good pen.Just dip the ink and write smoothly for a long time.I recorded on paper, secretly happy that I finally got a good pen.
"Alright Hemu, why are you looking for me today?"
"Why does the writer want to build the office on a tree?"
"What's wrong?"
Aki's fingers flicked rhythmically on his knees, looking around at the appearance in the tree house office.
"very creative."
"Thank you. Excuse me, why are you looking for me today?" I asked again.
He Mu came back to his senses, staring at me with a pair of completely transparent eyes, very focused: "Master Writer, I want to know what love is."
"What do you think love is?"
Hemu lowered his head and looked at the palms of his hands.He clenched his fist, and the tender leaves of his fingertips rubbed against each other to make a rustling sound.
"I don't know, my lord the writer. I am a plant. We plants grow out of nothingness to become something. We stand there and watch everything around us go through the wind and rain, and finally meet our own demise. We You can only watch, you can't interfere, and you can't interact with humans."
"So you think love arises from the intersection with human beings?"
Hemu paused: "Maybe it is. I have seen lovers kissing under my branches and leaves, and lingering on the fallen leaves under the shelter of my shadow. My lover's private letters and dead ones have been buried under my tree roots. I have witnessed the change of generations of families, the separation and reunion of lovers, and the birth, old age, sickness and death of individuals."
He Mu suddenly stopped talking, as if he had stopped suddenly.He stared at me, dazed.I poured two cups of hot tea and pushed one cup in front of Hemu.The white air of the hot tea touched Hemu's skin, and he realized it now, and continued speaking slowly.
"I've seen so much, but I still don't know what love is."
"Have you ever experienced love? What you think love is."
Hemu reached for the hot teacup with both hands, but took it back after touching it.
"My lord." His voice sounded very serious.
"You said."
"Is there any, cold water?"
"Oh well."
"Water is fine, I don't need tea."
"Oh well."
I turned around and changed him to cold water, Hemu picked up the cup and poured the water over his head.The water instantly soaked his dry bark, and the water flowed through Hemu's transparent eyeballs, making his eyes brighten up.
"Love!"
Hemu's tone became much more relaxed, probably because of the watering.
“There used to be a boy named Fendi who took great care of me. When I first met Fendi, he was five years old and had just moved into the house behind me. Before that the owner took me from A certain farm in South America transplanted me back to the middle of the United States, saying that they had never seen such a beautiful tree. After being transplanted, I took root in the new land.
Fendi, Fendi is a sweet little Jewish boy.His hair was dark chestnut, his eyes were black as ebony, his nose was high, his face was fair, and he was a very beautiful child.
Fendi has come to water me every day since I moved into the house.Although the water in his small bucket is really not enough, most of my nutrients still come from the ground.But as long as I can see him every day, I am very happy.He would touch my bark, chat with me, and sometimes talk to my tree hole about a lot of things he encountered in school.I am happy to be his listener. "
Fendi grew up day by day.For me, human growth is a blink of an eye.The cute little boy with brown chestnut curly hair before suddenly turned into a handsome young man.He also brought a girl under my canopy one day and flaunted me to the girl, 'Hey!look!This is my tree! '"
"How did you feel when Fendi showed you off?" I asked Hemu.
"I am so happy and proud to spread out my huge canopy to wrap these two lovers under my protection. To hear them there whispering and talking about their love. I love to hear it. Fendi will tell me anything , including everything about this girl. I looked at them and thought how nice it is to be a human being, who can go wherever I want.
Although the lifespan is limited, if we can love someone seriously within the limited lifespan, this kind of life may be more meaningful than the trees that have lived for hundreds of thousands of years. "
"What happened to Fendi then?"
"One night, Fendi leaned against my tree trunk as usual, and told me softly that he was leaving here, and he was going to study far away, but he didn't know how to speak to that girl. That The girl must be very sad. Listening to Fendi's distress, I also became sad. As a tree, I rarely feel sad emotions, but that night, Fendi hugged me and cried.
I don't know if I'm reluctant to leave Fendi, or do I empathize with his sadness?
As a tree without a heart, my leaves droop, I don't want to sway with the wind, and I don't want to stare at the night sky.
I thought that night, I'm going to miss, miss this kid a lot. "
"And then? Did you see Fendi again?"
"Fendi left that town. The girl came a few times later, and her eyes were often red and swollen, probably because she was sad for her lover's departure. Time passed quickly, or our tree's sense of time is slow, Ten years may be just a blink of an eye.
The last time that girl came to see me, she was pregnant.With her stomach on her back, she buried the love letter in the wooden box under my tree roots.She looked emaciated and in tears, she shed a lot of tears that day and every drop fell on my roots.
I am not sad.I look at her and think about Fendi. "
"Fendi finally came back, Fendi was old. He had a beard and his hair was half gray. He came to my tree with a strong golden retriever on a lead and stood there looking at me. How I wanted to tell him about the box of love letters! But he couldn't hear me, all he could hear was the rustling of leaves, and the wind was very noisy that day."
"Fendi moved back into the shed behind me, just like he did when he was a kid, and came to water me every day, with his golden retriever. But he looked more emaciated every day. I've seen a lot of humans in this state , Fendi's life is nearing the end of his life.
I know that one day I will lose this baby and my thoughts will go nowhere. "
"In your intersection with Fendi, what do you think love is?"
Hemu talked a lot, and he looked a little tired.I poured another glass of cold water for Hemu.Hemu blankly picked up the cup and poured water from his head.
"Love? Love, love..." The water flowed down the grain of the bark, and He Mu seemed to be a little relieved, "I think I love Fendi. I care about him very much. When he is not around During the day, I often think about what he is doing? Is he well now? Has he met a new lover? Has he started his own family like other human beings?
I want to know everything about Fendi, is that love? "
"Do you think this is love?"
"This is the closest thing I can feel to love."
"Do you want to feel love like a human being?"
He Mu hesitated: "My lord, I actually don't know. I think that if I become a human being, I might lose a lot. Maybe I will be farther away from love instead."
"how to say?"
"I have been rooted in that land for so many years, and I have seen betrayal and jealousy between lovers, suspicion and abuse among relatives. I think they all love each other, but they are hurting each other. love?"
"Perhaps everyone expresses love differently, and human beings have various cognitions of love, and their expressions are more complex."
"My lord, I don't think so. I don't think that's love. Although I don't know what love is, at least I know what it isn't."
"What is not love?"
"Hurt, not love."
"But if human beings have not experienced hurt and pain, they may not understand what love is. Just like there is no darkness, you will not know what light is. If you have not experienced drought, you will not know how to moisturize well."
"Is going through hurt and pain a necessary process to understand love?"
"Hurt and pain is part of learning what love is. I don't know much about other species, but for humans, it is an inevitable process that must be experienced."
"My lord, why are you so sure?"
"Although my life is short, the memories and experiences of my lifetimes add up to thousands of years. The disasters that have occurred in these millennia, such as separation, oppression, and lack of desire and love, will also make me think about the question you asked. "
"Then what is the result of your thinking, Mr. Writer?"
"There is no result, and I am still learning. But one thing I understand is that many things are hard to figure out. Only I have experienced it myself, experienced it, lived it and died it, maybe after that to know what happened.”
"Are the authorities obsessed?"
"The authorities are confused and sober."
Hemu lowered his head and thought for a while: "What does the writer mean, I should try to be a human?"
"What I mean is, if you can't think of an answer to a question that you can't think of for a while, it's better to start a new life experience to experience it. You don't have to be a human being. You have the experience of being a dog, and you have the experience of being a demon. ...it's not what you do, it's what you learned when your life was over, did you find the answers you were looking for, didn't you?"
"Yes, perhaps."
"Then, after you have considered it, go to Meng Po." I took out a letter of recommendation from the drawer and handed it to Hemu, "She will arrange your future affairs."
"But now the Three Realms are not peaceful, and there are doomsday scenes everywhere, is it suitable for reincarnation?"
"Every opportunity of birth has a topic designed for this life by the times. If you think it is suitable, then it is suitable."
"What is the subject of the end?"
"That may be what you need to explore after your life begins."
Hemu put away the letter of recommendation, stood up and bowed slightly.The leaves on his body rubbed together because of this movement, making the sound of wind.
"Thank you, my lord, I'll go now."
"bless you."
"Maybe next time I see you, I'll have the answer."
"What is love?"
Hemu said seriously: "Yes, I'm going to find out what is love."
Shuren took the letter of recommendation and left the office slowly.The rustling of leaves on his body soon mixed with the sound of leaves outside the office, and soon it was impossible to tell where he was going.
At this time, Yang Oyster poked his head out from behind the bookcase, heaved a long sigh of relief, it seemed that he was really suffocated in the small room.
"My lord, this is really an interesting conversation." Yang Oyster said.
"Yeah, that's the fun of this job."
"So what does the writer think is love?"
"It's a feeling, I can't describe it, Yang oyster," I put my hands behind my head, looking at the curious little dragon in front of me, "Why, do you want to go to the world to try?"
"actually, I……"
"Go if you want, I'll write you a letter of recommendation."
Yang Oyster's dragon claws were clenched and loosened in the air, as if he was trying to speak: "If Hemu said that caring and missing are love, then I think I love you very much! Writer!"
"Hahaha, I love you too, Xiaolong."
I opened my arms and took the dragon body into my arms.Yang Oyster froze for a moment, then relaxed, a pair of dragon claws gently encircled me.
(End of this chapter)
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