It was already evening when I returned from the bus on Sunset Avenue. Jester just bought two beef burgers on the side of the road to satisfy my hunger.

The sightseeing bus stops not far from the game store "Jeddy House", and it takes up to half an hour to walk.

Jester simply walked away directly, which can be regarded as digesting food after a meal, which is beneficial to health.

The bookstore on the street also lights, and it seems that it is going to continue to open.

On the advertising paintings posted outside the bookstore, there were a few lines of visible handwriting printed. It looked familiar, and Jester couldn't help but stop and watch for a while.

The book titled on the advertising painting is "The-Unbearable-Lightness-of-Being". The cover of the book is designed with a literary and artistic bourgeois mood, and it is particularly red to attract attention.

Jester read it several times, and then realized it when he saw the name of the author Milan-Kundera later. It turned out that this was the famous book "The Unbearable Lightness of Life".

Calculate the time, now is indeed the time when this masterpiece is published.

In his previous life, in order to pursue his girlfriend, he took the literary history in college.

As a result, my girlfriend didn't catch me, but I heard a lot of jokes.

The teachers who gave lectures were fans of Sholokhov and Milan Kundera. At that time, they devoted their time to talk about the world literary world in 1984. This year, the world literary world was mainly the names of three people, Sholokhov, Milan Kundera and Margaret Duras.

For this teacher, this year has been a year when the two emotions of grief and happiness are mixed.

Sholokhov died this year, and Milan Kundera wrote "The Unbearable Lightness of Life". As for Margaret Duras, although this Frenchman is far less famous than the first two, she still published the best-selling novel "Love. Man" in this year.

Yes, it is the love of Tony Leung’s ‘sexy buttocks’.

His teacher at that time said that Sholokhov, the greatest writer in the Soviet Union, passed away this year, even the West, which had an opposing mind, expressed deep condolences for the death of the great writer.

At that time, Jester was a little suspicious that his teacher was a brainless fan because the other party said it was illogical. A Soviet writer, and not a cent like Solzhenitsyn, was a real proletarian fighter who had won the Stalin Literature Prize and the May Day Medal. How could the real proletarian fighter be mourned by those Western countries?

It's simply nonsense.

Jester walked into the bookstore and saw the English translation of "The Quiet Don" in a conspicuous position, which made him feel surprised.

This book is Sholokhov's greatest work. It is called "It can be used to put a head on the coffin after death. It will be written in his life that he will have no regrets in his life. The most important thing is that it was written when he was twenty-five years old...

These books can be placed in a conspicuous position, and the sales of the manuals are very good. You should know that this is in the Western world, with the ideological contradiction between the East and the West, and Sholokhov was a Soviet writer.

Sure enough, literature transcends the country and the thoughts?

Jester also had to sigh that Sholokhov's influence was really like the teacher he said back then, a truly world-class literary master.

"Bang!"

Inadvertently, a light sound came from nearby.

Jester couldn't help but look up in the direction of the sound. A black-haired girl with clothes and temperament that was incompatible with the Americans of this era blushed and squatted down and picked up a book that fell to the ground.

Judging from the cover of the book, it is the immortal work of Milan Kundera, whom Jester just saw on the poster outside the bookstore, which shocked the world shortly after its publication, "The Unbearable Lightness of Life".

"Hello, Chinese?"

Seeing the other person's clothes, Jester had already guessed the other person's identity and couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy. Although there were many Chinese people here, he was reborn in the United States. This was the first time he had seen a Chinese from the other side of the ocean.

The girl was very beautiful, giving Jester a lily-like feeling. Her skin was very white, her hair was black, she tied her ponytail with a simple rubber band, and she was wearing a plain white dress, half of her white calves were exposed outside, her feet were wearing a pair of black lace-up leather shoes, and white cotton socks wrapped around her ankles.

Seeing that everyone around him looked at him with strange eyes, the girl's face turned red like a ripe red apple.

At this moment, the girl suddenly heard a very standard Mandarin, which made her face look surprised.

She has been studying in the United States for more than half a year. Although she has met many Chinese people and has a Chinatown in Los Angeles, most of them speak Cantonese and few speak Mandarin, especially those who are as standard as just now.

The girl looked in surprise in the direction where the sound was heard, and saw a young man with yellow skin and dark hair about 1.8 meters tall walking towards him with a smile.

The girl was a little lost at this moment. Jester had already squatted down and helped her pick up the book that fell on the ground.

Then handed the book to the girl.

"Thank you...thank you!"

The girl was still a little shy, stood up, took the book quickly, blushed and lowered her head, and then stuttered thanks.

"Ah! So you really come from China!"

Hearing the girl's reply, although he had confirmed it before, Jester still showed a look of surprise.

The girl was surprised when she heard Jester's words. She originally thought that those who could speak such authentic and fluent Mandarin must be international students from China.

Although there are many international students in Los Angeles in China, there are not many. She has been here for so long and has gathered several times. Most of them have seen them. Seeing that Jester's face was a little unfamiliar, she thought it was an international student she didn't know.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his question just now, it seems that it is not from China, but can a Chinese speak such good Mandarin...

"Yes, I'm a BJ, you...didn't you come to study abroad in China?"

The girl's voice was not loud, nor did she have the smell of Beijing movies, but she had a bit of a cowardly Jiangnan atmosphere.

"I...I'm not. I'm Chinese. My grandfather came to the United States in four or five years. Your accent sounds like a generation from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, not very much like a native of the north." Jester was suffocated when he heard the girl's question, and was about to blurt out his original identity, but suddenly he thought that he had been reborn in time and the world had changed a lot, and even the city where he was still in has not appeared due to administrative division issues.

At this time, the girl's face looked even more surprised, and a few puzzled eyes flashed in her bright eyes. Even people from the country could tell from their accent that no one could do it.

But the girl still replied: "My ancestral home is Jiangsu, and I lived in Jiangsu when I was a child. I didn't return to BJ until I went to college."

Jace nodded. In fact, he was an otaku before he was reborn, and he couldn't say a word in front of the girl for a long time. This time he was able to take the initiative to chat with this girl because of the impulse of not seeing the Chinese people for a long time. After this impulse disappeared, he didn't know what to say.

For a moment, there was a little dismay between the two.

At this moment, Jester inadvertently looked down and saw the book "The Unbearable Lightness of Life" by Milan Kundera, who was still holding in the girl's slender and white palm. He took the initiative to speak: "This book is very good, and I have friends who recommend me to read it."

Hearing this, a hint of joy appeared on the girl's face. After chatting with Jester for a few words, she felt that the other person was not like a bad person and was not so shy. In fact, she was still very talkative in front of people she knew, especially when she heard that the other person likes "The Unbearable Lightness of Life", she said excitedly: "Do you like this book too? This is recommended by a teacher in my school. She said that this book is the best work that has appeared in the entire 1980s and so far... Unfortunately, there are many things in it that I can't understand..."

"Don't you understand?" Jester actually never read this book. He never read such a literary and artistic book. His understanding of this book is only from his teacher who was elective. However, he has heard from friends who have read this book that some parts of the book are difficult to understand, but the problem is that he doesn't know it.

At this time, Jester hated a little for why he didn't study this book well.

The girl thought Jester had read this book and understood more than her. After all, the other party grew up in the United States, so her English must be very good, and her English level is not too high. After all, she is not a foreign language major.

She gently opened the cover of the book, stretched out a finger like white jade, pointing at the string of letters on the title page that were obviously not in English, and asked Jester with a little hope and a little aggrieved voice: "That's it! That's it! I copied this sentence and asked several of my classmates, but they didn't know what it meant, and they said it should not be in English or French."

Jester glanced at it, looking at the sentences on the title page, as if he had seen them somewhere.

Seeing that Jester's face also showed a puzzled look, the girl's originally hopeful face couldn't help but dim, and she thought silently in her heart that he didn't know what this sentence meant.

Suddenly, Jester's eyes lit up, and then he slapped his head suddenly, and he remembered.

The girl seemed to be startled when she saw Jester's performance just now. She had a book ring on her chest with her arms in her arms, and she looked at him in a panic and didn't know what she was wrong.

A smile appeared on Jester's face.

Isn’t this the one he cheated on the elective course teacher who wrote it on the blackboard and told everyone directly that his test questions must have an explanation of what this sentence means?

After thinking carefully about the statement of his elective teacher at that time, he organized his words, and Jester began to show off at the girl, and at the same time he couldn't help but secretly say: "These American publishers are too bastards. What is the Czech language not translated on the title page?"

"This sentence is Czech, Milan Kundra is a Czech..."

"Ah! Kundera is a Czech? I heard from the teacher that he is a French writer..." The girl was surprised to make a sound when she heard Jester's explanation, but she felt that it was impolite to interrupt someone else's explanation to her. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue embarrassedly, and her white cheeks immediately turned red.

Jester just smiled disconcertingly and continued to explain to the girl.

"Well, he is a French writer, but he is a Czech. He has written works in French and in Czech. This book "The Unbearable Lightness of Life" is written in Czech because it is a story that takes place in Prague, the capital of Czech…"

Jester carefully introduced the background of "The Unbearable Lightness of Life", and the girl also listened with relish.

As for the reason why Jester hasn't read this book but knows the content of this book - he has seen the famous film "Love in Prague". He remembers that this movie was adapted from the novel. Maybe some places are different, but the background is still correct.

"The sentence on the title page is Czech, meaning 'All sins have been forgiven in advance, and everything is despicable!', meaning that all sinful things done by mankind are forgiven before they are done, which leads to all those sins being allowed to happen. It is used to satirize Jesus and the Christian spirit, because Christians will receive the answer "The Lord has forgiven you" no matter what they repent before they die. This sentence is also the core idea of ​​the entire book "The Unbearable Lightness of Life". It will be easy to understand after understanding it." Jest retelled the words of the literary history lecturer almost intact.

After hearing this, the girl also had an admiration in her eyes. College students of this era are still very simple, and they will naturally admire those who know more than themselves.

Actually, she didn't know that this was just Jester reading the script...

"Ah! It's so late, I'm going back..." The girl looked at the sky outside, it was completely dark, and then looked at the book "The Unbearable Lightness of Life" by Milan Kundera in her hand, reluctantly put it back on the bookshelf.

Jester knew that this was because American books were too expensive. In this era, the state sent overseas to study for public expenses, and the remaining money was to buy books that were beneficial to their studies. For example, the best-selling novels that had just been published, even if they were excellent, they would occupy an important position in the world literary world in the future. However, it was still impossible to spend valuable foreign exchange to buy them.

Then the girl said goodbye to Jester and hurried outside the bookstore.

Looking at the girl's slim figure, naked and exposed calves like white jade, Jester's nose seemed to smell the fragrance of the girl before, a bit like the fragrance after the lilies bloomed.

Jester knew that this was not the smell of cosmetics, it was the natural body scent of the girl.

Then Jester slapped his head suddenly, and he remembered that he had forgotten to ask the girl's name, contact information, and where to study in a university...

I am such an absolute otaku!

He cursed himself secretly, and without saying a word, Jester picked up a copy of "The Unbearable Lightness of Life" from the bookshelf, turned it over and read the order price of 60 US dollars, scolded the greedy American bookseller, then walked to the cashier's cashier and threw down a hundred dollar bill, then rushed out of the bookstore, ran quickly to chase the girl.

Jester didn't know the girl's name, and it seemed too impolite to shout "Hey, hey", and would probably leave a bad impression on the other party. Those who shouted "Beauty" would probably be regarded as a tiao drama in later generations, and Jester could only chase after her without saying a word.

Although the girl may be in a hurry and walked very quickly, she is a weak woman after all, and she can't compare to the strong man like Jester, no matter what.

In just less than a minute or two, Jester chased the girl.

The girl with the fragrance of lilies looked at Jester in surprise, who was sweating and still gasping for breath, wondering why the other party was chasing him.

"Give it!" Jester handed the book to the girl.

It was the book "The Unbearable Lightness of Life" that the girl had previously reluctant to leave.

The girl stared at the book that Jester handed to her with shiny eyes, but she did not reach out to take it. Although her eyes were full of hope, she shook her head firmly.

"I can't ask for it, this book is too expensive, and we just met..."

Jester was speechless.
To be continued...