[Shenya] Aphasia

"Fame is always more difficult to choose than fate, so don't use inappropriateness to flaunt your cowardice."

"Mr. Rabbi is really good at training people."

"No, no, this is from experience," the red-haired young man knocked the briefcase in his hand on the desk, but his face was full of hypnotic smiles, "If you try it yourself, you will find that it is worth it no matter what. .”

It's really a veteran in the field of love who doesn't say these things to others all day long.

The rabbi rolled his eyes with his back to his colleague.

"After all, I'm a guy who has his own relationship issues to deal with," he murmurs to himself, playing with the pen in his hand—a classic old parka, as black and shiny as its owner's leather jacket.

"Ah——so boring!"

Crowley put his tall body on the desk, and a thin shirt stretched out the shape of his hunched spine: "Every time the rabbi takes away the assignment, what else do I have?" What's the point?"

"I care about you." The rabbi said with a hippie smile.

The big man lying on the table flattened his mouth and stared.

A colleague poked his head out from behind the partition: "Isn't Crowley in charge of the North and South America plates?"

"It's a pity that Eurasia is the focus of the world's cultural wealth in recent years," the rabbi shrugged, "Don't be depressed, Crowley, may I make you some mocha?"

"Hot latte, thank you." Crowley said lazily.

"Rabbi, I want mocha."

"I also want."

"Get me a cup of green tea."

"Okay, okay..." The rabbi scratched his red hair, secretly swearing that you could be more lazy.

Soon there was the sound of the coffee grinder working in the compartment.

"Rabbi, when are you going to get married? After counting our offices, you are the only single man left, and the three aunts and six wives who are raising daughters are ready to move."

The young man stretched out his head from the cubicle and rolled his eyes: "What are you anxious about when I get married?"

The man looked around at the people around him, and smiled meaningfully: "You knew that Chinese girl five years ago, and they didn't like you?"

The rabbi thought for a while, tilted his head and said, "Yes."

"It starts with the decline of traditional paper media in the information age. The good times of the magazine are no longer there, and the internal employees are owed huge loans, and they are trying to find a way out. Guys like me..."

The person classified as one of the "employees in disarray" picked up the document bag on the desk and threw it at the young man's forehead.

But we are proud.

The rabbi helplessly fiddled with the dusty magazines bundled together in the corner, and wiped off the dust with a rag, revealing a clear and neat name—"Eyes of the World".

I once hid in a refugee camp in Indonesia for two full months, using damp notepads and pens to record the disasters in people's homes.I once shivered in the freezing rain of Stalingrad with my camera wrapped in the only coat I had.I drank unpalatable goat milk for a month in a small mountain village in Norway, and I was sweating in the rainforest of Malaysia but could not take off my mosquito-proof gown and boots.And all of this is hidden behind an article or a photo, and outsiders are not allowed to mention a single word.

But if all this is really worthless, then our honor is worthless.

Later, the magazine began to work hard to find economic transformation.However, the computer software, mobile phone applications, and official websites developed by various paper media are full of tricks. Among such waves, the transformation of "Eye of the World" seems to be struggling.

The rabbi twirled his pen.No matter how glorious it was in the past, a magazine employee who is not rich now is unlikely to be willing to buy a Parker pen for himself, even if a good pen is something he must carry with him.

Before he met her, he didn't even prepare a decent pen for himself.

During that time, the weather on Mount Tai was not very good. The mountain stream was surrounded by clouds and fog, and the visibility could not even reach the top of the opposite mountain.The wet and cold rainy weather, the slippery mountain road, the atmosphere is suitable for creation, but it is not suitable for taking pictures.

The rabbi took a symbolic photo of several welcoming pine trees on the way.The twisted branches in the ancient paintings have lost their former arrogance, with water droplets hanging from the needle tips, trembling slightly in the mist.At any rate, it has a different flavor.

As the finale of "Eyes of the World" humanities topic "Treasures from the Five Sacred Mountains", which took half a year, and the last stop of the five famous mountains, the weather on Mount Tai is obviously too unsuitable.There is only one week to stay, and now the drizzle has lasted for five days, and the rabbi and his assistants do not even have the honor to watch the famous sunrise and sunset.

Really bad luck.

The rabbi bought a bottle of hot coffee at the nearby supply station, unscrewed the cap and drank more than half of it in one go, feeling much more comfortable in his stomach.The task has to continue, he needs to take some representative ancient steles, and he can only wait to go down the mountain and go back to the hotel to ponder over the writing.

His intern assistant was staring ahead, a stone staircase winding straight up, at the end of which stood the majestic red tower of Nantianmen.

"It's incredible that this non-belief country uses an entire mountain to record their myths and history." The man who lived in England, where every inch of land is expensive, exclaimed in a low voice.

"Yeah," the rabbi laughed, "and they even use more mountains to worship religions that most of them don't, you know?"

Mr. Assistant nodded desperately: "It's really a luxury."

"It's you who are extravagant, right?"

A clear female voice sounded from behind.The rabbi froze for a moment, then turned around.

This is a Chinese girl who speaks fluent English. Her not-so-tall body is wrapped in a dazzling orange-yellow uniform, with a half-filled garbage bag pinned to her waist, and her rain hat crushes her hair into a mess On the forehead, but not covering those bright black eyes.

With the tongs in her hand, the girl pointed to the half-drunk coffee placed behind them on the stone pier: "Even if you can't finish it, please take it away or throw it away, okay?"

The rabbi slapped his forehead and let it go, but he really forgot.

"I'm sorry, miss, I really forgot," he clasped his hands together as an apology, "I'll throw it away."

The girl glanced at him, stretched out the tongs, picked up the plastic bottle, and put it into the garbage bag on her waist.From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the tripod and reflector carried by the assistant: "Foreign photographer?"

"Yes," the rabbi smiled, "we're here to shoot a magazine feature."

The girl also politely smiled and said: "That's really not fair, I wish you good luck." After finishing speaking, she was ready to leave.

"Hey," the rabbi couldn't help asking, "do you take the trouble to criticize every tourist who litters like this?"

"Of course," the girl said logically, "why do you ask that?"

"Because after all, you won't have a second chance to meet them." The rabbi shrugged.

"Because we won't meet again, I have to remind them this time." The girl rubbed the dirt on the plastic gloves indifferently, looked up and smiled, "And, how do you know that I will never meet them again?"

Yes.

Fate is sometimes very mysterious.

The rabbi looked at the girl in front of him at the boarding gate with a smile: "We really meet again, Miss Cleaner who likes to teach others."

The girl turned around, froze for a moment and then smiled: "Hello, Mr. magazine photographer who encountered a cloudy day."

"I didn't expect that we would be seated next to each other on the same plane." After boarding the plane, the rabbi took the girl's schoolbag and stuffed it into the luggage rack, saying in surprise.

The girl explained: "I was a volunteer at the Nantianmen Scenic Area of ​​Mount Tai. When I met you, it was the last few days of my volunteer mission. After I finished... I went back to school and waited for the start of school."

"You studied at a university in the UK," the rabbi guessed, "and then return to work in China after graduation?"

The girl shook her head: "After graduation, I want to stay in England and open a small shop."

Only then did the rabbi seriously look at the woman in front of him.Unlike most of the well-dressed young girls of her age, she was wearing a dark green long coat, high boots, half-length black hair hanging straight behind her back, with only light makeup on her face, she looked dignified and elegant when she smiled .

"Where is Mr. Photographer, which magazine are you working for?"

"The Eye of the World."

The girl's eyes lit up and she exclaimed.

"I've been subscribing to your magazine, and the pictures you take are stunning! Oh, and there's a feature called Youth in Old Ireland, which I love so much that I'm going to quote it in my senior thesis."

"It's... a great honor." The rabbi was flattered and could only laugh dryly, "But I didn't write that article."

"But I think I must have seen a lot of photos you took."

"Maybe."

"It's so good," the girl squinted her eyes and smiled longingly, "When I first subscribed to "Eye of the World", I also dreamed of becoming a member of the magazine, so that I can witness so many scenery that others don't know... ...But even if you apply for this reason, it's too exaggerated and too superficial."

The rabbi couldn't help waving his hands: "No, miss, magazine staff is a thankless job. I still think that the proprietress of a small shop is more suitable for you."

The girl blinked: "Can you tell me?"

For the next half an hour, the rabbi explained their current predicament to the female fan of his magazine in front of him. He was clear and reserved in accordance with the regulations, and then received the expected regret and sympathy: "Thinking about it, Newspaper companies are glamorous on the surface, but they are indeed suffering from such an impact... I hope you can open up your own new path soon."

The rabbi suddenly thought of the group of knowledgeable, idealistic, upright and cheerful young people in the office.

Feeling exhausted, he pulled the blanket around himself and closed his eyes.

When he was drowsy, he faintly heard the phone ringing, and the rabbi slowly reached out from under the quilt to touch the phone on the bedside table. He also brought a water glass over, and rolled onto the carpet.

"Call Li Nali back." Kanda's voice sounded annoyed, "She called you four times, but no one answered. My fifth call finally woke you up, didn't it?"

"Is she in a hurry?" the rabbi asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Discuss the matter of coming back."

The young man was shocked and finally woke up completely.

"Ayou, is she coming back? So urgent, hahaha, will she be back soon!"

An impatient cough came from the phone.

"Ask yourself...I hung up."

"Hey, wait!" The rabbi scratched his messy hair, "Is Allen awake?"

Kanda was silent for a while: "I will wake up, don't ask."

Li Nali said that she has completed all the handover procedures at Komui, and if the flight goes well, she will be able to arrive in London the morning after tomorrow.

These words were nothing less than great news, and the rabbi suddenly became incoherent.

"Let me pick you up... No, I mean coming to China, I mean picking up the airport... I can also ask for leave to send you to Manchester to go to Allen and Ayou, or Windermere? Or other places, as long as you want Go... are you coming back alone?"

"Let's go to Manchester City," Li Nali said softly, "I heard that Allen's injury is a little serious, how is he now, is he better?"

The rabbi was tongue-tied: "Since you're coming back soon, there's nothing to hide...not very good."

"what happened?"

"The person has been in a coma and has been in the hospital for observation for several days."

Li Nali became anxious: "How did he make himself like this... Shen Tian is so pitiful, he must be crazy."

More than going crazy, he has been so irritable recently that he seems to have gone crazy.Thinking of how he was treated just now, the rabbi couldn't help but sneer.But it was involuntary, he imagined that the person lying in the ward was the girl on the other end of the phone... Then he shivered.

"You can't live in the Windermere elf immediately after you come back. The first floor has not been repaired yet," he asked tentatively. "How about living in my house?"

There was a mysterious silence on the other side of the phone. Just when the rabbi thought that the other party had fallen asleep, Li Nali whispered: "We will figure out a way when we get there."

The rabbi sighed inaudibly, and looked up at the cloudy sky.

"Are you awake?"

"I thought about it while you were asleep... I don't know if it is true or not. After all, I am a layman."

"If you're awake, would you like to hear it?"

"Mr. Photographer?"

The rabbi sat up rubbing his eyes and the blanket slid off.The plane is above the clouds, and the white peaks outside the porthole are undulating, as if they can walk among the clouds when they step out of the cabin.The Chinese girl who boarded the plane with him is carefully pushing his arm.

He pushed the blanket with his toes and pulled it up, and asked while folding, "What's wrong?"

The girl's eyes sparkled: "About the "Eye of the World", I have a possible solution."

"What way?" The rabbi opened a can of Coke and drank absent-mindedly.

"We can enhance the gameplay of magazines!"

The girl clearly explained her imagination, developed an app, embedded the most popular card game mode, and used the manuscript of "Eye of the World" as a material to put exquisite photographic pictures into the "card". In this story, the user goes deeper into the plot step by step by looking for the answers to the puzzles in the magazine. After completing a story, the user can get a card with a photographic picture as a collection reward.

An eagle's wings were scratched by a hunter's bullet, and it fell into a valley. It was surrounded by a poisonous snake. At the critical moment, the poisonous snake let it go.

The grassland suffered from large-scale pests, herbivores left one after another, and the wild wolves were starved to death.One day, a herdsman brought sheep, and the wolves took the risk to attack, killing and injuring many, and hunting a few outdated lambs, they were able to continue their lives.

A piece of ancient jade was broken in half and buried in the wind and sand of history together with the owner of the tomb.Thousands of years later, archaeologists unearthed it. Half of it was in the arms of the male owner, and the other half was in the mouth of the female owner. The story of the owner of the tomb that shocked the entire archaeological world unfolded like a scroll under the guidance of this ancient jade...

The girl was still talking about her prospect, and the rabbi stared blankly into her eyes, not even noticing that the blanket in his hand had slipped to the ground again.

"It's not that people have lost their love for the world, it's just that they care about more things than before, and they need more concise, powerful, and interesting expressions." The girl said with a smile, "What do you think?"

What else did they talk about that day? The young man can’t remember clearly. The only conversation that remains in his memory is also the last one. When they parted at Heathrow Airport, the girl declined the invitation to go to the company with him.The sun was just right that day, and the loose air made Rabbi smell the sunny sky. He suddenly smiled. He believed in science, but maybe meeting someone could really change the sky above his head.

"Do I have the honor of knowing your name and contact information?"

When the girl pronounced her name, she showed a row of white teeth, as if she was smiling softly--in fact, she was smiling.The corners of her eyes were curved, which made her much softer even when she was wrapped in a dark coat. Maybe she was such a soft girl, but she was wrapped up by serious lines.

"And your pen." The rabbi touched his pocket as if remembering something. When he was recording her plan on the plane, all his pens were in the luggage, so he borrowed one from her.This is a brand new Parker fountain pen. It has been full of ink and has not been used much. The owner seems to cherish it very much.

"No need, just take it as a meeting gift for you. I like "Eye of the World" and your photography works." She said, "If this bad idea can help you, I will be proud all my life."

"Hope you're all well," she said.

It was a funny layman's idea, and we didn't take it, but it opened up new ideas for the magazine.Since then, the magazine has its own official account and interactive platform, the way of e-book subscription, the mode of downloading high-definition photography pictures through the Internet for payment, and the star employees who are pushed to the public readers, which have produced a huge effect... …The magazines are very grateful to that girl, and I think she is right. We professionals are bound by some rules, and she puts a corner of the world hidden behind us in front of us, even if it is so small.

"I love Eyes of the World, your photography...and you."

Years later, in the same terminal, Li Nali lowered her head in front of him, and the rabbi felt itchy when he saw her reddened ears.He has always liked girls older than him, because they are brave and firm enough, but he has never loved them.This woman was the only one he loved for the first time. When he was young, he had made countless promises to other girls, but he never gave her one, but gave her the youth and vigor that had exploded—he felt that he was suddenly old.

"Are you still angry?"

The rabbi froze for a moment: "I'm not angry."

"Would you still let me live in your house?"

"welcome any time."

"I said take me to Manchester to find Allen in the afternoon, will you be jealous?"

"Of course, but that's what I intend to do."

Li Nali looked down at the other party passing her suitcase, and stomped her feet lightly.

"So, just leave like this?"

The rabbi suddenly dropped the suitcase and turned around to hug her.

"I'm sorry, I'm so happy, I... I thought there were so many people at the airport, you oriental girls would mind... I thought you weren't used to it..."

Li Nali burst out laughing: "The idiot holding me now is not at all like the sharp-tongued Mr. Rabbi I like."

What she didn't say is that she likes Mr. Rabbi who is always optimistic, who will praise her delicious snacks, Mr. Rabbi who smiles like a lively big boy, and always pats her when she is in a bad mood. Mr. Rabbi, the head, opens countless possible doors for her, her eyes of the world, Mr. Rabbi.

Her rabbi took her by the hand.He used to hold her often, and when she wasn't paying attention, he suddenly stretched out his hand from behind, held her secretly and then let go.He can be secretly proud for a long time.

But this time, he held it tremblingly, like catching a ray of light.

-TBC.