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