(a)

After a night in a hotel by the sea in Cannes, we drove to Paris the next day to visit the small building of the Agone publishing house. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is my second time in Paris.

The meeting with Agone went very well. Agone's management is fascinated by Eastern culture and has a strong desire to buy many of the works on our list. And Agone's strong online and offline sales capabilities also shocked me. Agone also has a very good team of multilingual translators, and I was amazed by the beauty of the translated works. It is truly an internationally renowned publishing institution.

Since I came to Paris for the first time, I followed the tour group, and I was in a hurry, leaving a lot of regrets. This time, the itinerary is relatively free, and the time is relatively free, after finishing the business, I said to Kaohsiung that I want to go to see the Louvre carefully.

As a collector of fine arts works and an investor in the gallery, Kaohsiung immediately said that it was exactly what he wanted, and gladly agreed, accompanying him throughout the process.

(b)

We were soon standing next to the pyramid in front of the Louvre again.

Let's take the elevator down first to visit the Egyptian antiquities exhibition hall under the pyramids.

The exhibition hall may be underground, which makes people feel a little gloomy and the atmosphere is more oppressive.

Kaohsiung called a museum he knew in Chinese to lead us all the way to visit, explaining in detail the value and origin of various exhibits along the way.

I was fascinated by the beauty of the exhibits, and I was equally amazed by their vigorous and shameless robbery.

Isn't it shameless for a country to rob so much stolen goods and not think about returning them, but to put them on public display in the exhibition hall? But I also know that they believe in strength. thinks that what is robbed by force is justified and theirs. They also insist that the long-term preservation of these cultural relics is not conducive to their long-term preservation by leaving them in developing countries with underdeveloped economies, frequent social turmoil, and relatively backward science and technology.

These points of view were only passed in my mind for a while, and I did not express them, but just followed the explanation, quietly listening to his gushing introduction.

(c)

In the dim light ahead, several long glass niche boxes appeared, containing several famous mummies.

People walked around the niche boxes through the glass, looking at the dusty corpses that had become like dead wood.

This is the second time I have looked at a corpse with Kaohsiung through glass.

I suddenly felt unbearable.

I suddenly felt compelled to leave, unable to stay there any longer.

I hurriedly said I was sorry and walked alone towards the elevator entrance.

Kaohsiung chased after him. His friend followed him in astonishment.

In the bustling flow of people in the elevator room, Kaohsiung whispered: "What's the matter? ”

I said, "The air is bad here, I don't feel comfortable." I'm going out and not looking at this showroom. ”

(iv)

We were back on the ground, and I was breathing heavily next to the pyramid.

Kaohsiung said: "The ventilation equipment below is very good, and there is no problem of bad air. ”

He said, "Do you faint the corpse?" Before, I remember, you weren't dizzy. ”

I looked at him with wide eyes.

He took a step back and said, "I'm sorry. Sorry, I'm kidding. I don't see that you're sad. ”

I said, "I don't like to look at all kinds of dried corpses, I don't like to look at mummies." ”

I said, "These corpses from thousands of years ago, they were alive before, and they are alive just like us!" As you said to me before, they are also missed by some people, and they are also loved by others. When they turned into corpses, there were also people who had their livers and intestines broken. ”

I said, "We should respect their remains." They should be buried in graves. They shouldn't be treated like that. They should not be snatched thousands of miles away, placed in glass niches, illuminated by lights, and let people walk past them without emotion with a curious, indifferent expression. ”

Kaohsiung looked at me.

He said, "Yes." It's too cold. Modern civilization, and us, have become, too cold. ”

We are still afraid of death. But we become more and more indifferent, more and more hardened, more and more indifferent to the death of others.

Our respect for death, our respect for the dead, and our tenderness for the dead, have become dying.

If this is civilization, then I don't like it very much.

(5)

Once I was calm, we went inside the Louvre and admired the paintings.

Instead of following the tour group to see the famous paintings, we casually walked from exhibition hall to exhibition hall and listened to the commentary coming from the headset.

I stopped in front of an ancient portrait of a samurai.

I stood in front of this painting for a long time.

I looked at the armor, and the silhouette of the figure's face.

After looking at all the works in this exhibition hall, Kaohsiung almost walked to the entrance of the next exhibition hall, and when I looked back, I still found that I was still standing in front of the painting.

He walked over and stood side by side with me.

He said, "Do you like this one a lot?" ”

I couldn't take my eyes off it. I said, "Yes." ”

He said, "Look at your eyes, it's not just about liking it." ”

I said, "Yes." Look, the reflection on the armor, and the shape of the face protector when it is pushed up. ”

Kaohsiung said: "Well drawn? ”

I said, "It feels so familiar." ”

Kaohsiung looked at me. He said, "When have you ever seen a warrior from the Crusader era?" ”

I said, "I used to see knights in similar gear in my dreams. There is a person who often stands in front of me in my dreams. It's this guy every time. His armor reflected the light in the same way, and the armor pushed upwards in the same way. I remember him looking me in the eye under his helmet. ”

Kaohsiung said: "This is the same person every time? ”

I nodded.

I didn't say to Kaohsiung, I knew that this person was the guide, and I knew it very well in my heart. Guidance is also known.

I was silent for a while and said, "Kaohsiung, what we will see and meet in this life is not accidental, right?" ”

I said, "I've always wondered if there is any accident in the world. Perhaps, all the accidents are just the necessity that we don't remember the reason. ”

Kaohsiung looked at me. "Quite possibly," he said. ”

(f)

Kaohsiung said, "You can watch here for a while, wait for me." ”

As he spoke, he left me. He walked towards one of the doors of the exhibition hall.

I looked at him. He walked to the door and spoke to a staff member with a badge, then he looked at me, and he smiled, revealing two rows of snow-white glittering teeth like cannibals.

He disappeared into the hallway.

I thought he had gone to the bathroom.

I looked back at the painting.

Your shadow emerges on the canvas.

You say you like the infinite variety of light on oil paintings.

You say that it is because of the light that all that we love is revealed to us.

You say that because of the light, we can see each other standing in front of each other's eyes.

You say, therefore, that you are thankful for every day of light.

As tears filled my eyes, I suddenly felt like something was in my hand.

I looked down. It was a small wooden frame. In that wooden frame, I saw the same picture as the one hanging on the wall.

I looked up and saw Kaohsiung coming back to me.

He said, "If you like it, you can take it home and continue to watch it." ”

He said: "Perhaps, after watching it for a long time, I will remember more familiar ones." ”

I felt a deep sense of gratitude. From the bottom of my heart, I said, "Thank you." ”

Whether a gift is valuable or not does not depend on the price, but on whether it is exactly what the other person needs the most.

Kaohsiung knows me. Know me very well.

(g)

Back at the hotel, I sat there for most of the night, looking at this small copy of the painting that I had brought back.

Countless past events come back one after another.

I still remember you, and our past lives.

But, once again, you don't exist.

You, along with that ancient world, and all the encounters you had in this life, are gone.

Is there anything more poignant than this?

(viii)

The long summer grass and trees are deep, and the samurai leave dream marks.