1137 The Taboo
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After leaving the Mount Sinai Hospital, there were still thin raindrops floating in the sky over Manhattan, lightly slapping on the cheeks, and then I realized that it was not drizzle, but light snow, snowflakes the size of rice grains. The gloomy and gloomy sky seemed to light up slightly as the breeze swayed wildly.
I opened my palm, and the snowflakes fell on my palm. Before I could observe it carefully, it turned into a drop of water, leaving a touch of coolness. In a blink of an eye, the palm was filled with water droplets, and the slightest chill was unbearable. Live began to tremble.
Reaching out to stop a taxi, walking through the wet city streets, walking towards home in the busiest and most indifferent city in the world. The taxi stopped downstairs in the apartment, and when I looked up, I could see a warm creamy yellow color from the windows on the third floor. The faint halo dispelled the haze and chill of the cold winter.
Climbing up the steps, Ren Li did not stop on the second floor, but went straight to the third floor, opened the door with the key hidden on the lintel, and walked towards the kitchen as if returning to his own home. , and then began to look for the kettle and tea leaves, trying to make a cup of hot tea for himself to drive away the cold, but his eyes were filled with blankness, and he had no clue at all.
Matthew Dunlop was browsing the contract documents on the computer. After noticing the uninvited guest, his eyes shifted from the computer screen to Renly, quietly observing Renly's every move, watching Renly in the kitchen like a Like a lost child, Matthew is not surprised at all.
It would be rare if Renly could find a target.
Not to mention his house, even in Renly's own apartment, it is estimated that there is no place for the kettle and cup. To Renly, the kitchen was like outer space, where everything was out of reach; strictly speaking, not just the kitchen, but all household chores.
Matthew closed the laptop, took off the gold wire glasses above the bridge of his nose, walked towards the kitchen, and patted Renly on the shoulder, "Don't stay here and make trouble. You're just making everything change. It's even worse. "
"Hey! At least I'm trying," Renly protested.
But Matthew didn't appreciate it, and complained coldly, "Sometimes, for some things, it's a wise choice not to work hard."
Renly raised his hands in surrender, "That's why I'll never learn it. You never believed me and didn't want to give me a chance to try. How could I possibly learn it?" , Matthew turned his head and gave Renly a look, and then Renly closed his mouth and showed a big smile, "So, the wisest thing is to keep the status quo, which is good."
Turning around, Renly left the kitchen and lay down on the sofa in the hall.
In the same building, the layout of the third and second floors is very similar. After entering the gate, the left side is the kitchen, the right side is the hall, and the back half of the far end is the bedroom space.
However, Matthew made changes according to his own needs. The hall on the right is divided into two parts by a huge bookshelf.
The part near the door is the living room, with a set of navy blue linen sofas, and a dark brown peach wood coffee table in the center. The corner part is still a solid wooden bookshelf, which forms a right angle with the partition bookshelf and is densely packed. Putting most of the legal books.
The part near the bedroom has been changed into a study, a large desk, neatly divided into categories, with all kinds of legal files; there is a dark red low table next to it with a small bookshelf, Countless vinyl records are neatly placed.
The whole space is more fully utilized. Unlike Renly's spacious and leisurely downstairs, the upstairs is a little crowded, but it also highlights the warmth of the family. However, the relatively narrow space is full of local books. If Renly's collection is a bookcase, then Matthew has a library.
Therefore, every time Renly finished reading, he would come to Matthew's upstairs to buy books.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, it looks cold and professional. There are no pillows, no entertainment facilities, and no tea sets or wine glasses. It seems to consciously gather all non-professional and recreational props. The tough lines and Deep color outlines professional image.
Renly tried to find a relatively comfortable and comfortable position on the sofa to relax, but he couldn't find it, so he began to adjust his posture constantly, looking like an active child, who could Believe, this is the "Master Renly" who has always been known for his gentlemanly manners?
But Matthew has long been used to it.
When he came to the living room again, Matthew had two extra pillows and a blanket in his hand, and handed it to Renly; then he went back to the kitchen again, the boiling water had been grilled, the black tea had been brewed, and some simple snacks had been prepared. He walked over with the tray, and then saw Renly who had completely entered the relaxation mode, stretched out his body, and even loosened the tension in his whole body.
Matthew didn't seem to be affected at all. After putting down the black tea, he returned to the office again and continued his work.
The brief commotion lasted only a moment, before the apartment fell silent again. Matthew returned to his work with all his attention. The case at hand, they have been busy for nearly four months, and now they are about to go to court. There is still a series of work to be completed, and he must speed up the progress.
The hourglass of time slowly began to flow, and it seemed that the sound of rustling snow could be vaguely heard outside the window.
It's so peaceful on a winter afternoon.
"Would you have any reservations in this friendship because you knew that this person was destined to die, or that he was destined to leave? Or even choose to back off?"
Without warning, Renly's voice rang out, with a hint of exhaustion and weariness, in the warm air of the room, like firewood crackling in a fireplace.
Matthew was stunned for a moment, but did not answer immediately, but thought seriously.
Everyone knows the truth. You can't stop eating because of choking, and you can't avoid doctors. But life is not a theory. Everyone has their own emotions. They will be hurt, afraid, timid, and hesitant. Even if they know that this is the right choice, it is not. Everyone can persevere.
Isn't every friendship destined to do so? Isn't everyone doomed to die? Isn't everyone's existence destined to become nothingness? However, they cannot choose to give up because of fear of the unknown, and then stay put and stay where they are.
Renly has been thinking about this since Heather Cross's death.
Not just Anne Silliman and the other kids at Mount Sinai Hospital, but Paul Walker.
Renly knew exactly where the future was headed, and he wanted to do everything in his power to avoid those tragedies. If possible, he was willing to do anything to save Paul's doomed ending and truly change the course of history.
But can he really?
Can he really be the savior? Can he really save everyone? Can he really reverse the main theme of life, old age, sickness and death? Can he really reverse the course of fate? Can he really flap the wings of a butterfly and create a tsunami in the Amazon?
It was as if angels and demons coexisted in my mind, insisting on their own opinions, refusing to compromise, and fighting tit for tat.
Renly thought he wouldn't care, but he realized today that, unknowingly, he was avoiding Mount Sinai Hospital and Paul. As a human being, he prides himself on seeing through life and death, ignoring and forgetting about his own situation; but for his friends, he still can't do it, and the fear in his heart still exists objectively.
"I will." Matthew's voice came calmly.
They all know that according to common sense, they should not give up. Can't those patients with terminal cancer have friendship and love? Can't those old people who are dying soon have a life and a dream?
But truth is truth, and life is life.
Knowing the truth of the ending, they still choose to fly moths into flames. This is not the way of aristocratic education and elite education. They should learn to rationally seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and effectively control losses. trade-offs.
From the perspective of the superior, reason should cut off emotions, and the ego should be sacrificed for the sake of the greater self. This is the right choice of course.
So, after careful consideration, Matthew gave his answer.
But after speaking, Matthew couldn't help turning his head. Through the gap in the bookshelf, his eyes fell deeply on Renly's body. He looked at it calmly, and after a while, he added, "But, you are not me."
Renly was always different.
According to the way of thinking of aristocrats, then Renly would not be able to become an actor, nor create miracles, and even more impossible to embrace his own freedom and dreams. Therefore, Renly has broken the shackles, knowing that it can't be done, but still doing it recklessly, and really doing it.
After a simple question and answer, Renly burst into laughter, a shallow smile formed on the corner of his mouth, and sighed softly, "Maybe."
In a word, it seems meaningful, and the taste is intricate, indescribable and difficult to express.
Matthew's eyes still fell on Renly's body, and he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the following; then, he heard Renly's long and calm breathing, as if he had fallen asleep, which made him Matthew raised his eyebrows slightly, not feeling surprised at all, but withdrew his gaze and stared blankly at the computer in front of him, dazed for a moment.
Taking a deep breath, Matthew also came back to his senses and threw himself into his work again.
In New York in the afternoon, it began to snow sparsely, and as the night fell, it became bigger and more fierce, and people couldn't help but stay at home, craving for the warmth and comfort to spend the cold winter.
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