This was the missing thing in Helan Jing. He was beautiful, but he was somehow unreal. Just like Rodin's sculpture, he seemed like a piece of art. Suddenly wearing clothes and walking on the street, it was an alarming jump.
For a long time, Pipi's mouth was downturned. Somehow, her heart was beating very fast.
Strange images ran through her mind. People in front of her were turning around, and their eyes were full of smiles: "Pipi, let me bathe under the moon at night."
"Uh--"
"Pipi."
After returning to earth, Pipi remembered her task: "Yes. Can I interview you? Don't be nervous, I just want to know about your daily life."
"You can interview me, but you can't report it." His voice was very gentle.
"Our Evening News wants to do an exclusive interview to promote traditional culture. This will be a great opportunity for you and your museum."
"I don't like being promoted."
"It's not about promoting you, it's about promoting traditional culture and promoting your contribution to traditional culture."
"That's all a facade. My answer is no."
"I absolutely won't get involved in your personal life –"
"I said no."
"If I don't interview you, there will be someone else to interview you. This is a world manipulated by the media, you can't escape."
"I decline."
"Fine then," Pipi said. "I'll interview you, but I won't report it."
The report could be written by Wei Qingtan.
"Let's go back." He Lanjing said, "Will you come in my car?"
"Okay."
Walking back to the parking lot together, Pipi noticed something: Although He Lanjing was not wearing glasses, his eyes were slightly closed, like the Buddha of Lushen.
When he opened the door with his remote control key, Pipi finally couldn't help but ask: "Why have your eyes been semi-closed? Is your head hurting?"
He Lanjing sighed and looked at her helplessly: "Do you think I am a brain-damaged person?"
"Well, something's not right."
Helan Jing had to open the door, but he heard this and stopped: "How come?"
"Well, your brain may not hurt, but you must not be human."
After a moment of silence, Helan Jing avoided the questions and did not answer. "Get in."
The car traveled on the dark suburban roads and passed through a few empty fields.
It was the radio station. There was a sleepy E-flat serenade. This seemed to be the favorite music of He Lanjing, and he never tired of it.
With nothing to do, Pipi had to keep drinking soda.
After half an hour, she suddenly put a hand on Helan's arm. "Can you stop the car?"
"What's up?"
"I want to go to the bathroom."
"There is a gas station in another 40 minutes."
"I cannot wait anymore."
The car stopped immediately, Pipi jumped out of the car and looked around: "Is there a toilet near here?"
"As far as I know, this is farmland and there is no toilet."
"Then... what do I do?"
"Just go over there." He pointed to a tree in the distance.
"Oh...here?" Arriving at the tree, it was dark all around.
Pipi was a little scared, "Is there a snake?"
"I expect so."
"You mean, there are a lot of snakes in this grass? Little snakes?"
"Definitely."
"Helan, be quiet, please." Pipi steeled her face.
"What are you doing?"
"You have to protect me."
"Why?"
"I have protected you, right? Now it's your turn to protect me."
"... OK." The answer was very stubborn, and with the promise, "If there is a dog, I will run away first."
"I know."
They walked into the grass and after a while, Pipi washed her hands with mineral water and they walked out together.
The night was very quiet.
The mountains were empty and the cold moon glittered silently.
Pipi blew a breath and warmed her hands. "Today's moon is so good, you should take a good bath."
"I like that idea," Helan said with a smile. "It's better for us to get used to it now."