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.

Suchrarestelesneedtobeinscribedwithinscriptions.

Copyintotheworkshopagain，andaftercopying，tapontheprintingbase，andthenwaterwillflowdownfromthepen.

Asheapproached，hecopiedbyhand.Theinkonthepaperhadalreadysoakedthepen，sohecopieddirectlyinregularscript.

First，putthewillowcharactersinandletthesealopen，sothatthepapercanbesoakedout，otherwiseitwon‘tbeabletocopythrough.

Atthispoint，withthepagesofthetextinhand，Ifranticallyscribbledinfrontofthepenandcopiedthefinaldraft.

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“呋——你说人生的意义是什么呢？”许久后，沈默言坐在床边梅开二度。

SuZijinlayonthebed，pantingslightly，andhishazyeyesonceagainglancedatShenMoyan.

Ithoughtaboutitagain

Areyoureallyarabbit?“ShenMoyanwasabitdefensive.

Ithinktonight，mymindwillbefullofyou，“SuZijintiltedherheadandaskedwithaaffectionateexpression，“Can‘tI

SuchsincereremarksleftShenMospeechless，sohetookadeepbreath，smokedthecigaretteharduntilonlythebuttwasleft，andthenpresseditheavilyintotheashtraytoextinguishit.

Comeon！

Thetwoofthemlayinbed，chattingabouthowtoachieveahealthyeconomicdevelopment.

SuZijinhopesthatShenMoyancanintroducemoreforeign-fundedenterprises，buildfactorieslocally，increaseemploymentandincome，boostdemand，increaseGDP，whilereducinggovernmentinterventionandencouragingfreecompetitionamongenterprises.Shebelievesthattheinvisiblehandofthemarketcanultimatelyselectbetterenterprises.

ButShenMoyanbelievesthatrelyingdirectlyongovernmentinterventioninmacroeconomicregulationismoreeffectiveandmoreenjoyable.

WhileSuZijinwasstillthinking，ShenMoyanusedhisvisiblehandtocarryoutlarge-scaleinfrastructureconstructiononSuZijin‘shighmountains.Throughprecisepoint-to-pointsupport，hepromotedthedevelopmentofthedairyindustryintwokeypastureareasonthehighmountains，increasedproduction，andrapidlyincreasedSuZijin‘stotaldemand，achievingrapidGDPgrowth.

Atthesametime，ShenMoyanalsoext