Xu Zhe has listened to a lot of songs in various genres. If he can't sing a love song, that's certainly not true. But he really didn't want to sing love songs to a little girl in the middle of the night.
After all, the girl was only fourteen years old, and Xu Zhe felt very sad about it.
If Song Xingye were older, such as at least eighteen years old, he would seriously consider it. But now, at most, he regards her as a gentle and lovely little sister.
"Daoxiang", "Blue Lotus", "Stubborn", "I", each song does not need to be sung in its entirety, just a few lines or a dozen lines, which total less than ten minutes.
"I like me, let the rose bloom with a result, still blooming naked in the lonely desert -" After singing this sentence, Xu Zhe finally stopped for a while.
Then I heard Song Xingye's slightly smiling voice: "It seems a little out of tune."
Xu Zhe: "There is no way, after all, I have never practiced professionally."
But Song Xingye immediately added: "But I like it very much. I think your singing is very nice, very nice."
Xu Zhe: "...Thank you, that's great. How are you now? Do you feel better?"
songs , let’s chat?”
A night chat on the phone with a beautiful girl?
Xu Zhe smiled and said, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
"Let me think about it..." Song Xingye said with emotion, "Although we are at the same table, we rarely talk like this. Feifei and I chat much more often, and I share many things with her first."
Xu Zhe: "Of course, you two are girls after all, so it's convenient for you to talk about anything."
Besides, Tang Lingfei was asked to get close to Song Xingye in the first place just to avoid being stuck next to her and being dragged around to chat with her all day long. Otherwise, he felt it would be a waste of time.
There may be some pleasure in chatting with beautiful girls, but how can that compare to the sense of accomplishment of making money?
"Then what should we talk about now..." Song Xingye thought hard for a while and suddenly had an idea, "By the way, how is your game now?"
Xu Zhe: "I'm working on the sound effects, and I'm also waiting for the art materials from my dad."
Song Xingye: "Why do you want to play games?"
Xu Zhe: "It's very simple, make money."
Song Xingye: "How much money do you think is enough?"
Xu Zhe: "This matter has no end, because as long as people live, they have to spend money. If you keep consuming, you need to always have income. Only when the income is greater than the expenditure can people feel safe. Money is the courage of people. "
Song Xingye was silent for a few seconds and sighed in a low voice: "I used to think it was vulgar to always think about money, but after what happened to my dad, I felt that I was still too naive before. Money is really important. I I overheard the conversation between my parents and they said that my family still owes others 300,000 yuan. Three hundred thousand yuan, isn’t it a lot?”
Xu Zhe: "It's not too much, it's not too much. Your family originally owed 600,000 yuan. It seems that the car and house were sold for 300,000 yuan, so now there is still 300,000 yuan left."
Song Xingye: "If you hadn't told me just now, I wouldn't have known that I owed 600,000 yuan... Well, they just told me not to think too much and just study hard and go to school. They can afford it."
Xu Zhe: "There's nothing wrong with it. You really just need to study hard. Let the adults solve the problems caused by adults. If everything goes well, maybe it can be paid off in a year or two."
Song Xingye was very surprised: "Can you earn 300,000 yuan in one or two years? No way..."
Xu Zhe: "It's hard to say. It's possible that you won't make tens of thousands of yuan in two years, or it may be far beyond your imagination. Forget it, let's not talk about money. The more we talk about this matter, the more we will wake up."
"Hehe," the girl chuckled, "I think as long as I talk to you, the more I talk, the more I will wake up."
Xu Zhe: "Then just hang up? It's almost eleven o'clock, and we have to go to school tomorrow morning..."
Song Xingye hurriedly said: "Hey, wait, let's talk about something else. What do you think can make people fall asleep?"
He thought for a moment and said decisively: "Philosophy."
Song Xingye: "Have you read philosophy? Can you tell me about it?"
Xu Zhe: "I've read some popular science on philosophy, and I'm not sure what I understand is correct. Let's just talk casually. The origin of philosophy is said to begin with the Ionian School, but if you want to find an entry point, I would choose Plato. He believed that we can divide the world into two layers, one is the spiritual world, and the other is the real world. The real world is actually just a projection of the spiritual world. He has a very famous metaphor, which is the world in the cave. ."
Song Xingye: "..."
Xu Zhe continued: "We are like prisoners living in a cave, we can only see the shadows on the inner wall of the cave. But are these shadows real? No, the real things are outside the cave, but we are in the cave, So you can only see shadows. The belief that there is a spiritual world that cannot be directly experienced by the physical body, and that the real world is just a poor imitation of the spiritual world, seems to be the origin of idealism. Of course, I don’t specialize in this, so I don’t I can’t say that for sure.”
Song Xingye was silent for a moment and said weakly: "I have only heard of Platonic love..."
Xu Zhe: "Well, that was also proposed by Plato. He believed that marriage between men and women is only a need of society, for the purpose of reproducing offspring. Real love is spiritual and only exists between men and men."
For some reason, there was a sudden sound of rapid breathing on the other end of the phone.
The girl's voice suddenly became nervous: "You don't feel the same way, do you?"
Xu Zhe: "Of course not. The philosophers of that era were very derogatory towards women, which is a limitation of the times. I don't think true love can only exist between men. Who says there can't be true love between girls? "
Song Xingye: "Can't it be between men and women?"
Xu Zhe: "Of course. The so-called platonic love was later not limited to same-sex love. As long as it is purely spiritual love and does not involve the body, it seems that it can be classified as this. But love in reality is inevitable. It will be related to the physical body, isn’t the so-called love at first sight just a matter of lust?”
Song Xingye: "Then, what if it's not love at first sight, but love over time?"
Xu Zhe: "Weigh the pros and cons."
Song Xingye was obviously quite dissatisfied: "I don't think that's the case! You think too, too..."
The girl was still thinking about the words to use to describe her feelings, but Xu Zhe said it for her.
"Too utilitarian?"
"Yes, utilitarian!"
Xu Zhe said with a smile: "Maybe. Everyone has different experiences from childhood to adulthood, and of course they have different ideas. In fact, I doubt whether the so-called love exists. In my opinion, it is biological It’s just a hybrid concept formed by superimposing the desire to reproduce with cultural influences.”
After he said this, the other person was silent for a long time.
Just when Xu Zhe wanted to ask her if she was asleep, Song Xingye said in a very determined tone:
"You will understand in the future, you will definitely understand, love is real."
Xu Zhe couldn't help but want to laugh - you, a middle-aged girl, are still telling yourself a line like 'you will understand later'?
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