默读/Silent Reading 1

Luo Wenzhou looked at him and suddenly asked, “Are you all right?”

Fei Du expressionlessly asked in turn, “What could be wrong with me?”

Luo Wenzhou thought about it, then bluntly pointed out, “Then how come you’re suddenly being so kindly and gentle to me?”

For a moment Fei Du was speechless. “I’m sorry, Captain Luo. I didn’t know you liked it rough.”

“If you decide to break the law one day, we really may have a lot of trouble.”

Fei Du made no comment and next heard Luo Wenzhou say, “But you’re just saying that, and you’re only saying it to me. You haven’t put it into practice, and you haven’t filled the world with Killing Without a Trace training programs, so my colleagues and I can occasionally have a little break from work and go on dates. Therefore I should thank you on behalf of the organization.”

Fei Du: “…”

Most likely it really does only take three steps for a common person who thinks of himself as “ordinary” to go from “wisely coming to terms with reality” to “desperate criminal.”

When the eyes sitting under someone’s forehead are looking directly ahead or looking up, they often think that what they see are humans.

Looking down, however, they often think that what they see are animals, beasts of burden.—Those without power or influence, drifting in the current of events and struggling for survival, the old, the weak, the sick, the crippled, for the most part belong to this category.

Looking at animals, a human thinks they also know what it is to be comfortable and well-fed, what it is to be warm or cold, but no more than that. So it’s all the same if they die. After all, the idiom only says that “human life is beyond value”; other lives don’t hinder the affairs of heaven.

My psychiatrist says, friends setting up households or moving away, the people close to you gradually getting older, people parting never to meet again, all these things aren’t mishaps, but part of the natural order, like clouds and clear skies, rain and snow, objective and eternal. There’s no hidden meaning in them, and excessively wallowing over them is like excessively lamenting the passing of the seasons; there’s no sense in it. The world is changing, people are changing, and you yourself are changing, too. Refusing alterations and separations is illogical

He swept a critical gaze over Fei Du’s back, feeling that every stitch of him expressed the word “flirtation”; put him in a spy drama, and you wouldn’t need any makeup to turn him into the classic image of a traitor to the nation.

As expected, these two mental deficients couldn’t keep the peace for three minutes at a time before they were fucking at it again.

I keep saying, Why? Why did a perfectly nice person run into some bad luck and end up like this? Why did someone who’d worked hard all his life, struggled for years, at the very last get finished off by some scumbag coming out of nowhere? But when the victim wasn’t innocent, or he was simply guilty and deserved to be punished, I think he had it coming, and us tracking down the murderer for him is just giving succor to the enemy,

He was full of mistrust aimed at all the two-legged animals on earth.

The living can cling on without letting go; it’s a form of emotional sustenance. But there’s no sense in blindly clinging to the wrong course