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v4.2.14

深呼吸,把心放空,放下一切杂念,试着去感受最纯粹的当下。感受地面对你的支撑力,感受吸入的空气的微凉。感受呼出的空气的温热……

你这心法是自创的?

是冥想,现在挺流行的,对缓解你的心情有帮助。 闭上眼,跟我念:

想象一道温柔的光,缓缓流过你的身体。

……温柔的光,流过我的身体。

用心去听周围的声音,既不抗拒,也不追随。

……不抗拒,不追随。

感受空气轻柔流动,让自己融入空间。

……

[嘈杂] “你爸给了你生日礼物和不少钱了,你还想怎么样?他要带全家去国外旅游,没时间陪你。 ”

“姑妈,我不要这些,我只想18岁生日他能陪我一天,就一天。”

“你这孩子怎么这么不懂事?你明明知道他不方便,还老是缠着他。”

[嘈杂] “月牙儿,我们……还是分手吧。”

[嘈杂] “你明晚前必须搬走,不然我就给你断水断电!”

[嘈杂] “月牙儿,我们宿舍的人一致投票决定,你那些衣服不能再晾在阳台了。”

“为什么?”

“你在酒吧穿的那些衣服晾外面,别人看到会以为我们宿舍都不是什么正经人。”

“那我以后衣服晾哪?”

“出去洗衣店洗呗,反正你不是很有钱吗? ”

“你们为什么觉得我有钱?”

“装什么啊?你不是在酒吧唱一晚上就有好几千么,我听说那些老板都是把钱直接塞你内衣里的。”

“真的么,哈哈哈……”

月牙儿?你怎么了,脸色这么难看?

……没事,就是头晕。你的这个心法——不,冥想,可能不适合我。但还是谢谢你,至少你是真的想帮我。唉……

作为答谢,我给你唱支歌吧。

[轻唱] “别说我应该放弃

应该睁开眼

我用我的心

去看去感觉

你并不是我

又怎能了解

……”

[轻唱] “我不是你们想的如此完美

我承认有时也会辨不清真伪——”

唱首歌而已,你脸红什么呀?

啊?没,没有啊……

你在酒吧,也是这样唱歌的么?

是啊。

去那里听你唱歌的,都是些什么人?

都不是什么好人。

……不是好人?

当然也不是什么坏人。

都是和我一样,在人间迷路的灵魂。

[继续轻唱] “要我用谁的心去体会

真真切切地感受周围

就算痛苦 就算是泪

也是属于我的伤悲”

——王菲《执迷不悔》(1993)

她的声音空灵又带着微微沙哑,像飘荡在阳光里的细碎尘埃。

窗外,远处的虫鸣与嘈杂的市声相互交织,整座城市在云虫将至的预感中隐隐不安。他凝视着逆光中的月牙儿,阳光在她肩头形成淡淡的光晕,轮廓柔和而迷蒙。

他的目光定定地落在她身上,四周的一切逐渐模糊淡去,只剩下她那道温柔却孤绝的轮廓。

深呼吸,把心放空,放下一切雜念,試着去感受最純粹的當下。感受地面對你的支撐力,感受吸入的空氣的微涼。感受呼出的空氣的溫熱……

你這心法是自創的?

是冥想,現在挺流行的,對緩解你的心情有幫助。 閉上眼,跟我念:

想象一道溫柔的光,緩緩流過你的身體。

……溫柔的光,流過我的身體。

用心去聽周圍的聲音,既不抗拒,也不追隨。

……不抗拒,不追隨。

感受空氣輕柔流動,讓自己融入空間。

……

[嘈雜] “你爸給了你生日禮物和不少錢了,你還想怎麼樣?他要帶全家去國外旅遊,沒時間陪你。 ”

“姑媽,我不要這些,我只想18歲生日他能陪我一天,就一天。”

“你這孩子怎麼這麼不懂事?你明明知道他不方便,還老是纏着他。”

[嘈雜] “月牙兒,我們……還是分手吧。”

[嘈雜] “你明晚前必須搬走,不然我就給你斷水斷電!”

[嘈雜] “月牙兒,我們宿舍的人一致投票決定,你那些衣服不能再晾在陽臺了。”

“爲什麼?”

“你在酒吧穿的那些衣服晾外面,別人看到會以爲我們宿舍都不是什麼正經人。”

“那我以後衣服晾哪?”

“出去洗衣店洗唄,反正你不是很有錢嗎? ”

“你們爲什麼覺得我有錢?”

“裝什麼啊?你不是在酒吧唱一晚上就有好幾千麼,我聽說那些老闆都是把錢直接塞你內衣裏的。”

“真的麼,哈哈哈……”

月牙兒?你怎麼了,臉色這麼難看?

……沒事,就是頭暈。你的這個心法——不,冥想,可能不適合我。但還是謝謝你,至少你是真的想幫我。唉……

作爲答謝,我給你唱支歌吧。

[輕唱] “別說我應該放棄

應該睜開眼

我用我的心

去看去感覺

你並不是我

又怎能瞭解

……”

[輕唱] “我不是你們想的如此完美

我承認有時也會辨不清真僞——”

唱首歌而已,你臉紅什麼呀?

啊?沒, 沒有啊……

你在酒吧,也是這樣唱歌的麼?

是啊。

去那裏聽你唱歌的,都是些什麼人?

都不是什麼好人。

……不是好人?

當然也不是什麼壞人。

都是和我一樣,在人間迷路的靈魂。

[繼續輕唱] “要我用誰的心去體會

真真切切地感受周圍

就算痛苦 就算是淚

也是屬於我的傷悲”

——王菲《執迷不悔》(1993)

她的聲音空靈又帶着微微沙啞,像飄蕩在陽光裏的細碎塵埃。

窗外,遠處的蟲鳴與嘈雜的市聲相互交織,整座城市在雲蟲將至的預感中隱隱不安。他凝視着逆光中的月牙兒,陽光在她肩頭形成淡淡的光暈,輪廓柔和而迷濛。

他的目光定定地落在她身上,四周的一切逐漸模糊淡去,只剩下她那道溫柔卻孤絕的輪廓。

Take a deep breath.

Empty your mind.

Let go of every stray thought.

Try to feel the present moment in its purest form—

Feel the ground beneath you, the quiet strength it gives.

Feel the cool air filling your lungs,

And the warmth as it leaves you.

Did you invent this spell yourself?

It’s meditation. Pretty common now. Might help settle your mind.

Close your eyes. Repeat after me—

Imagine a gentle light flowing through your body.

…A gentle light… flowing through me…

Now really listen to the sounds around you.

Don’t resist them. Don’t chase them.

…Don’t resist… don’t chase…

“Feel the air moving softly. Let yourself dissolve into the space.

……

[Noise] “Your dad already gave you gifts and money. What more do you want? He’s taking the whole family abroad. He doesn’t have time.”

“I don’t want those things. I just want him to spend one day with me. On my eighteenth birthday. Just one day.”

“Why are you so unreasonable? You know he’s busy, yet you cling like this.”

[Noise] “Mahina, let’s… break up.”

[Noise] “You need to move out by tomorrow night. Or I’m cutting your water and power.”

[Noise] “Mahina, we took a vote. You can’t hang your clothes on the balcony anymore.”

“…Why?”

“Those bar outfits you wear—people will think we’re all like that.”

“Then where should I dry them?”

“Take them to a laundromat. You’ve got money, don’t you?”

“Why do you think I’m rich?”

“Come on. You sing one night at the bar and earn thousands. I heard the bosses even stuff cash down your bra.”

“…Really? Haha…”

Mahina? What’s wrong? You look pale.

…Nothing. Just a little dizzy. Maybe your… spell doesn’t work on me. Still, thank you. At least you truly meant to help. That already means something.

As thanks… let me sing you a song.

[Soft singing]

“Don’t tell me to give up,
To open my eyes—
I feel the world with my heart.
You’re not me,
How could you understand?”

...

[Soft singing]

“I’m not as perfect as you believe.
Sometimes I can’t even tell what’s real.”

...

It’s just a song. Why are you blushing?

Huh? No—I’m not!

Do you sing like this at the bar?

Yeah.

And the people who listen there… what kind of people are they?

Not good people.

…Not good?

But not bad either.

They’re just… lost souls, like me—

Wandering this world.

Singing, like a whisper carried by the wind

“Whose heart should I borrow

To feel everything around me?

Even pain, even tears—

They’re still mine.”

—“No Regrets,” Faye Wong (1993)

Her voice was airy, slightly hoarse, like sunlight catching dust mid-air.

Outside, the sound of the CloudInsect and city noise tangled like threads,

as if the whole city held its breath under the omen of the approaching CloudInsect.

He watched Mahina bathed in backlight,

a faint halo blooming on her shoulder—soft, dreamlike.

His eyes stayed on her.

Everything else blurred into silence.

Only her—

that gentle, solitary outline—remained.