And listen to the wind chanting Haruki Murakami 7

When I was young, I was a very taciturn teenager. My parents were worried and led me to the home of a psychiatrist I knew.

The doctor's home is located on a high slope where the sea can be seen. Just after sitting down on the sofa in the sunny living room, a well-behaved middle-aged woman brought frozen orange juice and two fried cakes. I was careful—lest the granulated sugar grains fall to my knees—that I ate half a pancake and drank all the orange juice.

"Drink some more?" The doctor asked. I shook my head. The room was just the two of us looking at each other. Mozart's portrait stared at me like a timid cat from the front wall, as if resenting me for something.

"A long time ago, there was a place where there was a very cute sheep."

Wonderful start. So I closed my eyes and imagined the cute goat.

"The goat always had a heavy gold watch hanging from its neck and walked around huffing and whirring. The gold watch was surprisingly heavy and too bad to walk. At this time, the rabbit friend came and said: 'Feed the lamb, why do you always hang on the watch that doesn't move?' Heavy and useless, isn't it? ''Heavy is heavy,' said the goat, 'but I'm used to it, heavy or not. At this point, the doctor took a sip of his own orange juice and looked at me with a smile. I waited silently for the following.

"One day the goat had a birthday, and the rabbit brought a nice box with a gift belt. Inside is a shiny, light and accurate new watch. The goat was so happy that it hung around its neck and walked around for everyone to see. ”

The conversation suddenly stopped.

"You are a goat, I am a rabbit, and the table is your heart."

I felt fooled and nodded helplessly.

Every Sunday afternoon, I took the tram and then to the bus to the doctor's house and ate coffee rolls, apple crisps, pancakes, and honey-stained croissants while receiving treatment. It took about a year, and I ended up looking for a dentist again.

"Civilization is communication." He said, "If you can't express anything, it doesn't exist, you know?" It's zero. Let's say you're hungry, just say 'hungry' to solve the problem. I'll give you cookies, and you'll eat them (I grabbed a cookie). But if you don't say anything, then there are no cookies (doctors hide cookies under the table like people are embarrassed), that's zero, understand? You are reluctant to open your mouth, but your stomach is empty, so you are bound to want to express it without words, that is, with the help of expressions. Try! ”

So I covered my stomach and made a look of pain. The doctor laughed and said it was indigestion.

dyspepsia......

This was followed by free discussion.

"Just say something to the cat, whatever."

I pretended to think, shook my head in circles.

"Think of what to say."

"Cats are four-legged animals."

"Elephants too!"

"Cats are much smaller."

"What else?"

Cats are kept at home and catch mice when happy. ”

"What to eat?"

"Fish."

"What about sausages?"

"Eat too."

That's how it is sung.

The doctor is right, civilization is communication. Once the things that need to be expressed and conveyed are lost, civilization is dead: click... OFF。

Incredibly, in the spring of 14 years old, I suddenly spoke like a river embankment. I don't remember what I said, but I said it for three months as if I were going to fill all the gaps of 14 years. By mid-July, he had a 40-degree fever and had not been in school for three days. After the fever subsided, I finally became an ordinary teenager who was neither verbal nor tongue-in-cheek.