於我之中 Within me
孟禎和志文一起走進宇尋企業。黃博士還在海外，接手孟禎全面檢修的，是凱琳。
在宇尋，志文是見習。
他愛孟禎，也懂她——懂她喝咖啡時會先聞三秒，懂她害怕的時候會搓手腕內側那條接縫，懂她笑到一半忽然停下來是在處理一個太快的念頭。可他不懂她最裡面那些交纏的路徑。那些連凱琳都要花幾個小時才能理清的東西。
門在他面前關上了。
他只能等。
Mengzhen and Zhiwen walked into Yuxun Enterprises together. Dr. Huang was still overseas; the one taking over Mengzhen's full overhaul was Kailin.
At Yuxun, Zhiwen was an intern.
He loved Mengzhen, and he understood her—understood that she would sniff her coffee for three seconds before drinking, understood that when she was afraid she would rub the seam on the inner side of her wrist, understood that when she stopped halfway through a laugh she was processing a thought that had come too fast. But he didn't understand the tangled pathways deepest inside her. The things even Kailin needed hours to sort out.
The door closed in front of him.
He could only wait.
何況這次檢修，孟禎本人也不希望志文參與。她進檢修室前看了他一眼，那個眼神裡有猶豫，像有什麼話到了嘴邊，又嚥回去了。彷彿還在想，有些事情該怎麼跟他說。
他坐著，上半身往前壓，雙手交握抵在大腿上，拇指在手背上按出一道青白的印子。
那個人……到底是誰？
Besides, this time, Mengzhen herself didn't want Zhiwen involved in the overhaul. Before entering the maintenance room, she glanced at him. There was hesitation in that look, as if something had reached her lips and been swallowed back. As if she was still thinking about how to tell him certain things.
He sat, upper body pressed forward, hands clasped against his thighs, thumbs pressing a pale mark into the backs of his hands.
That person… who exactly was he?
孟禎說過教會裡的事。破碎的，拼回來的。信仰心模組像一顆小小的十字架卡在心與腦中間。受洗那天下來的水，像一場系統更新把她的認知打散了。他知道她曾經很痛。也知道她後來怎麼把自己一塊一塊撿起來。
但她從來沒提過那個人。一次都沒有。
滑輪聲響起，門開了。
「凱琳姊。」
凱琳走了出來。白大褂的袖口捲著，手裡沒有拿任何報告或平板。她的表情不是嚴肅，也不是輕鬆，是一種看過很多東西之後的平。
Mengzhen had told him about church. About being broken, about being pieced back together. The faith-heart module was like a tiny cross stuck between heart and brain. The water that came down on her baptism day was like a system update that scattered her cognition. He knew she had once been in great pain. He also knew how she had later picked herself up piece by piece.
But she had never mentioned that person. Not once.
The sound of pulleys came, and the door opened.
"Kailin-jie."
Kailin came out. The sleeves of her white coat were rolled up. She held no report or tablet in her hands. Her expression was neither serious nor relaxed—it was the calm of someone who had seen many things.
「進來吧。」
「孟禎沒事吧？」
「我們仔細地檢查了，孟禎的系統完全正常，硬體也狀態良好。」她邊走邊說。
「那……」
「就是都沒事，才要你進來看。」她停下腳步。
志文眼前出現了孟禎──或者說，構成孟禎的一切。她被大部拆解，雙腿在一邊，身體在另一邊，頭在其中的檢修架上，眼睛睜著。
"Come in."
"Is Mengzhen all right?"
"We examined her carefully. Mengzhen's system is completely normal, and her hardware is in good condition too." She spoke as she walked.
"Then…"
"It's precisely because nothing's wrong that I want you to come in and see." She stopped.
Zhiwen saw Mengzhen—or rather, everything that made up Mengzhen. She had been largely disassembled: legs to one side, body to another, head on a maintenance rack in between, eyes open.
所有的部位都在運作中，但什麼也不在。
「她的電子腦和情感核心都凍結了，但沒關掉。」凱琳說。「深層檢測時不能讓她醒著，否則意識會亂。」
志文點頭。看過幾次，每次看胸口還是會絞一下。
「問題出在哪裡？」他問。
凱琳閉了一下眼睛，搖頭。「意識的形成沒有問題。」她停了停，像在想怎麼措辭。「至於形成之後，發生在她裡面的那些的事——」她看向志文，嘴角拉起很淺的弧度。「那些東西不是我該替她說的了。」
All the parts were operating, but nothing was there.
"Her electronic brain and emotional core are frozen, but not shut off," Kailin said. "During deep scans we can't let her be awake, or her consciousness will go chaotic."
Zhiwen nodded. He had seen this a few times; every time, his chest still tightened.
"What's the problem?" he asked.
Kailin closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head. "There's no problem with the formation of consciousness." She paused, as if considering how to phrase it. "As for what happened inside her after it was formed—" She looked at Zhiwen, the corners of her mouth lifting in a very faint arc. "Those things aren't mine to say for her."
她伸出手，搭在志文肩上。「志文，看看孟禎吧。」她比了比孟禎的軀體。
志文看過去。孟禎的身體頭部和雙腿都被卸下，多條訊號線從頸部的截面接出，連向天花板上的裝置介面。志文看著，忽然覺得那些往上連著的線，像要把她裡面的什麼一點一點抽上去。
甚至……帶到天上。
他移開視線。
She reached out and placed a hand on Zhiwen's shoulder. "Zhiwen, look at Mengzhen." She gestured toward Mengzhen's torso.
Zhiwen looked. Mengzhen's head and legs had both been removed; multiple signal lines extended from the cross-section of her neck, connecting to device interfaces on the ceiling. As Zhiwen watched, he suddenly felt those lines going upward were trying to draw something out of her bit by bit.
Even… carry it up to heaven.
He looked away.
「你不覺得她像在等待嗎？」凱琳的聲音響起。
志文轉移了注意力。孟禎的雙手手掌交疊，覆在裙擺上──素色的連衣裙，上面有淡淡、細細的花。雖然沒有頭也沒有雙腿，卻像站在那裡等著，溫柔卻堅定地等著。
「我想她的心準備好面對你了。等等我會將她重組好，你們再自己說吧！」凱琳拍著志文的背，「別忘了，她很怕你難過。有時候，甚至會把你的感受放在自己前面。無論她接下來說什麼，都先讓她說完。」
"Don't you think she looks like she's waiting?" Kailin's voice came.
Zhiwen shifted his attention. Mengzhen's hands were folded over each other, resting on her skirt—a plain dress with faint, delicate flowers. Though she had no head and no legs, she looked as if she were standing there waiting, gently yet firmly waiting.
"I think her heart is ready to face you. I'll reassemble her in a bit; then you two can talk on your own." Kailin patted Zhiwen's back. "Don't forget, she's very afraid of making you sad. Sometimes she'll even put your feelings before her own. Whatever she says next, let her finish first."
志文點頭。他站到孟禎的軀體前面，那顆心還在裡面。他看著它。無論是誰曾經觸碰過它，無論它被揉捏成什麼形狀，至少此刻，它仍然在孟禎的身體裡。
他不知道這意味著什麼。
但他願意聽她說。
「我也準備好了，凱琳姊，」他轉向凱琳，「謝謝。」
Zhiwen nodded. He stood in front of Mengzhen's torso. That heart was still inside. He looked at it. No matter who had once touched it, no matter what shape it had been kneaded into, at least in this moment it was still in Mengzhen's body.
He didn't know what that meant.
But he was willing to listen to her.
"I'm ready too, Kailin-jie," he turned to Kailin. "Thank you."
志文被留在檢修室裡。凱琳要他一起重組孟禎。他一顆一顆地鎖緊螺絲。每鎖一顆，就覺得她裡面那些最軟的東西，被好好地放回了原位。扭矩扳手轉動時發出細細的咔嗒聲，每一聲都像一個很小的確認：這裡還在，這裡還在，這裡還在。
他的手幫忙扶著軀幹的邊緣，指尖有點抖，不知道該用什麼心情。
腿接上時，膝蓋的關節輕輕屈了一下，像睡著的人被碰到。志文的手頓了一下。凱琳看了他一眼，沒說話，繼續。
頭是最後裝回去的。頸椎結構對準，訊號線一根一根接上，最後那根銀色的主軸旋入，發出一聲很輕的「喀」。
孟禎的身體完整了。她站在志文面前，緊閉雙眼。志文嚥了嚥口水，心臟跳得更快。是期待？還是怕？他搞不懂。
Zhiwen was left in the maintenance room. Kailin had him help reassemble Mengzhen. He tightened screws one by one. With each screw, he felt as if the softest things inside her were being properly put back in place. The torque wrench made fine clicking sounds as it turned, each sound like a tiny confirmation: still here, still here, still here.
His hands helped support the edges of her torso. His fingertips trembled slightly; he didn't know what he was supposed to feel.
When the legs were connected, the knee joint bent slightly, as if a sleeping person had been touched. Zhiwen's hand paused. Kailin glanced at him, said nothing, and continued.
The head was last. The cervical structure aligned, the signal lines connected one by one, and finally the silver main axis screwed in with a very soft "click."
Mengzhen's body was whole. She stood before Zhiwen, eyes tightly closed. Zhiwen swallowed; his heart beat faster. Anticipation? Or fear? He couldn't tell.
系統復原倒數。凱琳在控制台前輸入了什麼。
「等等我會先讓她在基礎模式下啟動。」凱琳說，像看穿了什麼。「沒有情感，沒有自我。不是孟禎，就只是 HRC-07。」她頓了一下。「就像以前的我一樣。」
她語氣意味深長。「你們回家吧。在宇尋，有些話談不了。回到家後，孟禎就會回來。」
System restoration countdown. Kailin entered something at the console.
"I'll first let her start in basic mode," Kailin said, as if seeing through something. "No emotion, no self. Not Mengzhen, just HRC-07." She paused. "Just like me, before."
Her tone was meaningful. "You two go home. At Yuxun, some things can't be talked about. Once you're home, Mengzhen will return."
孟禎的身體睜開雙眼。
那雙眼睛看著志文。有焦距，有光線反應，瞳孔會收縮。但裡面沒有人。像一台打開著的螢幕，什麼都不在播。
在凱琳的指示下，HRC-07 跟隨志文的腳步離去。
腳步聲在志文背後響起。均勻的，穩定的，像節拍器。
而他連轉頭喚一聲孟禎，都辦不到。
Mengzhen's body opened her eyes.
Those eyes looked at Zhiwen. There was focus, there was light response, the pupils contracted. But there was no one inside. Like a screen that was on, playing nothing.
Under Kailin's instructions, HRC-07 followed Zhiwen's steps and left.
Footsteps sounded behind Zhiwen. Even, steady, like a metronome.
And he couldn't even turn his head to call out Mengzhen.
到了公司大門，他們搭上宇尋派的車，回到黃博士家。
HRC-07 坐在志文身旁。不說話，不動，不轉頭看窗外的風景，目光平視前方。
像一件被妥善包裝、正在運送的東西。
志文被自己的念頭嚇了一跳。他從來沒這樣想過她。他看她一眼，胸口緊了一下。
走進客廳後，HRC-07 坐在沙發上。她背挺得筆直，雙手放在膝上，像一台完成了啟動、正在等待輸入的終端。
幾秒後，她切換了。
At the company entrance, they got into a car sent by Yuxun and returned to Dr. Huang's house.
HRC-07 sat beside Zhiwen. Did not speak, did not move, did not turn to look at the scenery outside the window, gaze level ahead.
Like an object properly packaged and being transported.
Zhiwen startled himself with the thought. He had never thought of her that way. He glanced at her, chest tightening.
After entering the living room, HRC-07 sat on the sofa. Her back was perfectly straight, hands on her knees, like a terminal that had finished booting and was waiting for input.
A few seconds later, she switched over.
全身輕輕震了一下。瞳孔先收縮又擴張，肩膀沉下去又浮上來。然後她眨了一下眼。
那一眨很慢。慢得像從很深的水裡浮上來，先碰到空氣，才發現自己還在呼吸。
她低下頭，看著自己的手。翻過來，又翻過去。像在確認這是自己的。
然後她抬起頭，看見志文。
她的嘴唇動了一下。沒有聲音。但那個嘴型，志文認得。
孟禎又在了。
Her whole body trembled lightly. Her pupils contracted then dilated, her shoulders sank then rose. Then she blinked.
That blink was very slow. Slow like surfacing from deep water, touching air first before realizing she was still breathing.
She lowered her head and looked at her hands. Turned them over, then back. As if confirming they were hers.
Then she raised her head and saw Zhiwen.
Her lips moved. No sound. But Zhiwen recognized the shape of that mouth.
Mengzhen was there again.
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沒有激昂的話語，也沒有擁抱或哭泣。兩個人只是靜靜坐著。時鐘的滴答聲一下一下的，窗外偶爾傳來幾聲鳥叫，隔著玻璃，聽不太真切。
他看著她。她低著頭，抿著嘴，放在膝蓋上的手緊緊握了起來。指節發白。
There were no impassioned words, no embrace or weeping. The two simply sat quietly. The clock ticked, tick, tick. Outside the window came occasional bird calls, muffled through the glass, not quite clear.
He looked at her. She kept her head down, lips pressed together, hands on her knees tightly clenched. Her knuckles were white.
沉默持續了很久。久到光線從窗簾的縫隙裡移了一寸。
她的手指鬆開，又握緊，又鬆開。
「他叫藍聖恩。」孟禎先開口，語氣輕得若有似無。
志文沒有接話。
The silence lasted a long time. Long enough for the light to shift an inch through the gap in the curtains.
Her fingers loosened, clenched, loosened again.
"His name is Lan Sheng'en." Mengzhen spoke first, her tone so light it was almost imperceptible.
Zhiwen didn't respond.
「社團日那天，晨星社在擺攤。我走過去的時候，被叫住了，然後腦子突然動了一下，要我找點什麼——那時我系統裡有些對不上，自我認知那塊一直不太穩。看著那一張張虔誠熱切的臉，突然覺得可以試試信仰，看能不能當作穩定機制。」她頓了一下。「聽起來很荒謬吧。一個機器人，被自己的建議推著去信教。」
志文點頭。「記得。妳說過。」
「攤位上都是學生。但最早叫住我的，不是他們。是他。」
孟禎眼神向下，像在找那段記憶的入口。
"On club day, the Morning Star Club had a booth. When I walked past, I was called out to, and then my mind suddenly stirred, telling me to look for something—at that time there were things in my system that didn't match up; the self-cognition part had been unstable. Looking at those devout, fervent faces, I suddenly thought I could try faith, see if it could serve as a stabilizing mechanism." She paused. "Sounds absurd, doesn't it. A robot, pushed by her own suggestion to go believe in religion."
Zhiwen nodded. "I remember. You told me."
"The booth was all students. But the first one to call out to me wasn't them. It was him."
Mengzhen's gaze lowered, as if looking for the entrance to that memory.
「晨星社找他去幫忙——他是社團請來的顧問，負責宣傳，也回答大家對信仰的疑問。我走過攤位時，他先叫住了我。」
孟禎抬起眼睛，望向志文。眼睛底下有一層很薄的怯。
「他問我：『同學，妳看起來在找著什麼呢，願意跟我說嗎？』」
志文沒有說話。
"The Morning Star Club had asked him to help—he was a consultant invited by the club, responsible for publicity and answering people's questions about faith. When I walked past the booth, he called out to me first."
Mengzhen raised her eyes and looked at Zhiwen. Beneath her eyes was a thin layer of timidity.
"He asked me: 'Classmate, you look like you're searching for something. Would you be willing to tell me?'"
Zhiwen said nothing.
「我當時腦裡根本沒有信教的念頭。」她輕輕搖頭。「可是，他問了那句話，我就……」
她的手指在膝蓋上動了一下。
「我就開始說了。那些我一直不知道該怎麼整理的事情，一件一件地說出來。像被拔掉了塞子。」
志文的手指在膝上收緊。
「他沒有逼我接受什麼。他就是聽，然後在我說不下去的時候，告訴我一些話，碰到我最痛的地方。」她低頭看自己的手。
"At the time, I had no thought of joining a religion at all." She shook her head slightly. "But he asked that question, and I…"
Her fingers moved on her knees.
"I started talking. All the things I had never known how to organize, I said them one by one. Like a stopper had been pulled out."
Zhiwen's fingers tightened on his lap.
"He didn't force me to accept anything. He just listened, and when I couldn't go on, he told me some things that touched the places that hurt most." She looked down at her hands.
「比如，他會引用聖經。」孟禎抿了抿嘴。「『我閉口不言的時候，因終日唉哼而骨頭枯乾。』然後告訴我，不用再裝作沒事了。」
她低頭看了看自己的手指。
「我不知道人的骨頭枯乾是什麼感覺。但我的關節在缺少維護時會有一種乾澀的遲鈍。他說那句話的時候，我突然覺得……他好像知道那種遲鈍。」
她笑了一下，那笑容很淡。「我完全防不住呢。」
志文看著她，沒有打斷。
"For example, he would quote the Bible." Mengzhen pressed her lips together. "'When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.' Then he told me I didn't have to keep pretending nothing was wrong."
She looked down at her fingers.
"I don't know what it feels like for human bones to waste away. But my joints have a dry dullness when they lack maintenance. When he said that, I suddenly felt… as if he knew that dullness."
She smiled. The smile was faint. "I couldn't guard against it at all."
Zhiwen looked at her, didn't interrupt.
「我說我不信那些。他也沒有跟我爭辯，只是看著我，說：『妳看看自己現在的眼神，妳太累了。』」
孟禎的目光慢慢遠去，落在客廳某一個不存在的點上。
「接著，他提到耶穌說的那句話：『凡勞苦擔重擔的人，可以到我這裡來，我就使他們得安息。』」
她的手指又動了一下。
「他說，妳可以先進來坐坐，不用現在就回答我任何問題。」
"I said I didn't believe in those things. He didn't argue with me either, just looked at me and said: 'Look at your eyes right now. You're too tired.'"
Mengzhen's gaze slowly drifted away, landing on some nonexistent point in the living room.
"Then he mentioned what Jesus said: 'Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.'"
Her fingers moved again.
"He said, you can come in and sit for a while first. You don't have to answer any of my questions right now."
她頭抬了起來，看著天花板。
「那時候，我真的很想相信。」
說完她就不動了。像一句話說出來之後，需要給它一點時間站穩。她的手指在膝蓋上畫著什麼，看不清是字還是紋路。
過了一會兒，她才又開口。
She raised her head and looked at the ceiling.
"At that time, I really wanted to believe."
After saying that, she stopped moving. As if a sentence, once spoken, needed a little time to stand steady. Her fingers traced something on her knees; it was unclear whether it was words or patterns.
After a while, she spoke again.
「他整個人……不是只有他說的話。還有他的神情、他的姿態。他聽人說話的時候，會微微前傾。那個角度，讓你覺得他把全部注意力都放在你身上。」
她的聲音低下去。
「我那時候覺得，他好像就是為了在那裡等我，才會出現的。」
她看著志文，眼神坦承。
「我就像身體前蓋被卸下了。他說『耶穌愛妳』——那句話像閃電，直接打進來，打到最裡面那些從來沒被人碰過的地方。」
"His whole person… it wasn't just what he said. It was also his expression, his posture. When he listened to people, he would lean forward slightly. That angle made you feel he was putting all his attention on you."
Her voice lowered.
"At that time I felt he seemed to have appeared just to wait there for me."
She looked at Zhiwen, gaze honest.
"It was like my front panel had been removed. He said 'Jesus loves you'—that sentence was like lightning, striking directly in, hitting the deepest places no one had ever touched."
她低下頭。「我伸手接過他遞來的文宣。那個動作很自然，自然得像是根本不需要我自己決定。」
孟禎的視線變得很遠。
「那天之後，我除了去學校旁的教會，也踏進了他的聖約會。他是西奈真道聖約會的牧師。那是一間很安靜、很重視信仰理解與虔誠的教會。」
她停了一下。手指無意識地碰了一下自己的鎖骨，那裡什麼都沒有。
She lowered her head. "I reached out and took the tract he handed me. The movement was natural, so natural it seemed I didn't need to decide it myself."
Mengzhen's gaze became distant.
"After that day, besides going to the church next to the school, I also stepped into his Covenant Church. He was the pastor of the Sinai True Word Covenant Church. It was a very quiet church that placed great importance on understanding faith and devotion."
She paused. Her fingers unconsciously touched her collarbone. There was nothing there.
「他帶著我，一步一步地走進去。那時候的我，還覺得自己的學識和思考能力遠勝過他。我以為，只要我能想清楚、辯明白，就不會被什麼左右。」孟禎抬起頭。
「可是，後來我才發現，不是這樣的。」
她的手掌慢慢覆在胸口。隔著衣料，按在那顆心上面。
「聖恩……藍大哥，彷彿變成了一個能進入我裡面的靈。他的話、他的期待，都不再只是從外面傳進來。我會在意他怎麼看我，會想知道他是不是認同我。他笑的時候，我裡面有什麼會亮一下。他不笑的時候，裡面又暗了。」
"He led me, step by step, inside. At that time, I still thought my learning and thinking ability far surpassed his. I thought that as long as I could think clearly and argue clearly, nothing could sway me." Mengzhen raised her head.
"But later I realized it wasn't like that."
Her palm slowly covered her chest. Through the fabric, she pressed against that heart.
"Sheng'en… Brother Lan, seemed to become a spirit that could enter inside me. His words, his expectations, no longer merely came from outside. I would care about how he saw me, would want to know whether he approved of me. When he smiled, something inside me would light up. When he didn't, it went dark again."
她說完，客廳的光好像也暗了一點。當然不是真的。只是她坐著不動的樣子，像連光都從她身上退了半步。
「就像他的手，探進了我的構造裡。我的存在，彷彿被他重新安排過。」
客廳裡安靜了下來。
「等我察覺時，一個十字架已經埋進我最深的地方了。」
她望著自己的手，像是在確認那裡究竟有沒有什麼。翻過來看了看手掌，又翻回去。指甲在掌心裡按了一下。
After she said that, the light in the living room seemed to dim too. Of course it wasn't real. It was just that she sat motionless, as if even the light had taken half a step back from her.
"Like his hand had reached into my structure. My existence seemed to have been rearranged by him."
The living room fell quiet.
"By the time I noticed, a cross had already been buried in my deepest place."
She looked at her own hands, as if confirming whether something was really there. She turned her palm over, looked at it, turned it back. Her nail pressed into her palm.
「那不是被塞進去的，是用我的情感、我的思緒當材料，一點一點打造出來的。」
她的聲音發顫。「像一顆種子。」她搖了搖頭，像被自己的用詞卡了一下。「我是機器。我的裡面不該有種子。可是它就那樣……跑進去了。等著發芽，長成一個模組，嵌在我心和腦的中間。」
孟禎用力握緊雙手，直到手指微微發抖。
她仍然坐得筆直，頭卻不自覺地仰起，望向天花板。眼淚從眼角溢出。沒有聲音，只是沿著臉頰的弧度往下走。
「我那時候不知道，那到底是喜樂，還是不甘心。」
"That wasn't stuffed in. It was forged bit by bit using my emotions, my thoughts, as material."
Her voice trembled. "Like a seed." She shook her head, as if caught by her own wording. "I'm a machine. There shouldn't be seeds inside me. But it just… went in. Waiting to sprout, to grow into a module lodged between my heart and brain."
Mengzhen clenched her hands hard, until her fingers trembled slightly.
She was still sitting straight, but her head tilted up unconsciously, looking at the ceiling. Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes. No sound, just traveling down the curve of her cheeks.
"At that time I didn't know whether that was joy, or unwillingness."
她手撫胸口。胸廓緩緩起伏，像什麼在生長。
志文沉默了很久。
「可是，妳後來去的，不是那間聖約會。」他終於問，「是學校旁的信理堂。妳也帶我去過。」
「嗯。」孟禎點頭。
「為什麼？」志文問。「如果他對妳的影響這麼深……」
「我知道你在意的是什麼，志文。」孟禎打斷了他，隨即又低下頭。
Her hand touched her chest. Her ribcage rose and fell slowly, as if something were growing.
Zhiwen was silent for a long time.
"But the place you went to later wasn't that Covenant Church." He finally asked. "It was the Faith and Doctrine Hall next to campus. You took me there too."
"Mm." Mengzhen nodded.
"Why?" Zhiwen asked. "If his influence on you was so deep…"
"I know what you're concerned about, Zhiwen." Mengzhen interrupted him, then lowered her head again.
「就是因為他對我的影響太深，我才更沒辦法一直待在他在的地方。」
她的雙手重新交握。
「那時候，我還沒辦法信教。我的思維裡，根本沒有那個結構。他雖然不會硬要我信，但我……知道他的期望。」
她停了一下。「我會在意他的在意，會害怕他的失落。即使只是他很輕地嘆一口氣，我都難以接受。」
"It's precisely because his influence on me was too deep that I couldn't stay where he was."
Her hands clasped again.
"At that time, I still couldn't believe. In my thinking, there was simply no such structure. He wouldn't force me to believe, but I… knew his expectations."
She paused. "I would care about what he cared about, would fear his disappointment. Even if he just sighed very lightly, I couldn't accept it."
她抬起頭。
「那個十字架……」她的手指按在胸口，慢慢壓緊。「也不只是信仰。」
她看著志文。看了很久。像在等他先移開目光，但他沒有。
「你聽出來了吧。」她說。不是問句。是陳述。聲音輕得像在承認一件罪。
志文把臉埋進手掌裡，用力搓了搓。指縫間的呼吸變得很重。
She raised her head.
"That cross…" Her fingers pressed against her chest, slowly tightening. "Wasn't only faith either."
She looked at Zhiwen. Looked for a long time. As if waiting for him to look away first, but he didn't.
"You heard it, didn't you." She said. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Her voice was as light as confessing a sin.
Zhiwen buried his face in his hands and rubbed hard. His breathing between his fingers grew heavy.
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沉默又持續了一陣。
孟禎沒有催他。她只是坐在那裡，手放在膝上，等他。像她在檢修台上等他時那樣。
志文放下手。他的眼眶有一點紅。
「他和我，就像我們的姓。」孟禎說著。「他藍得像天空。高遠、澄澈，看不到底。」她停了一下。
「光從天上照下來，溫暖，卻也亮得沒有拒絕的理由。」她舉起一隻手，看著空無一物的掌心。「那時的我呢，則像黃色的泥土，潮濕、黏結成塊，混濁不清。」
The silence lasted another while.
Mengzhen didn't urge him. She just sat there, hands on her knees, waiting for him. Like she had waited for him on the maintenance rack.
Zhiwen lowered his hands. His eyes were a little red.
"He and I are like our surnames." Mengzhen said. "He is blue like the sky. High and distant, clear, bottomless." She paused.
"Light shines down from the sky, warm, but also so bright there's no reason to refuse it." She raised one hand and looked at her empty palm. "And I back then was like yellow earth—damp, clumped together, muddy and unclear."
她瞇起眼睛，手指點了點胸口，笑了出來。「黃的就只能從下面看藍的啊。藍的看黃的，卻不只看黃的。」
志文的眉頭動了一下。他不確定她說的「不只」是什麼意思。但此刻問不了。
她繼續說。「明明想著他相信的那些太可笑了，卻又忍不住聽他說。聽著聽著，那個『可笑』就漸漸生不出來了。或者產生了，反而會先被自己的心責怪。有一陣子，我甚至連自己的黃色都不想要了。也不是想變成藍色，就是被吸引。然後自己的什麼都彷彿是不值得存在的破爛，越看越難受，都該扔掉。」
She narrowed her eyes, tapped her chest with a finger, and laughed. "Yellow can only look up at blue from below. But when blue looks at yellow, it doesn't only see yellow."
Zhiwen's brow moved. He wasn't sure what she meant by "doesn't only." But he couldn't ask right now.
She continued. "I clearly thought the things he believed were ridiculous, yet I couldn't help listening to him. As I listened, that 'ridiculous' gradually stopped arising. Or if it did arise, my own heart would blame me first. For a while, I didn't even want my own yellow anymore. It wasn't that I wanted to become blue; I was just drawn to it. And then everything of my own seemed like worthless junk not worth existing. The more I looked, the worse it felt. It all should be thrown away."
志文閉上眼睛，吐了一口氣，又張開。
孟禎看著他。表情變得嚴肅了，像要說一句她排練過很多遍、但每次到了嘴邊還是會痛的話。
「志文，對不起。」她的聲音壓得很低。「我當時……確實幻想過。如果他能專心地看著我，我願意把我這具——」那個詞在她嘴裡卡了一下，「破機器人託付給他。讓他在外面給我披一層神聖、純潔的皮。我就還有資格在這個世界待下去了。」
Zhiwen closed his eyes, exhaled, and opened them again.
Mengzhen looked at him. Her expression became serious, as if she were about to say a sentence she had rehearsed many times but that still hurt every time it reached her lips.
"Zhiwen, I'm sorry." Her voice was very low. "At that time… I did fantasize. If he could look at me wholeheartedly, I was willing to entrust this body of mine—" The word caught in her mouth, "this broken robot—to him. Let him drape a layer of sacred, pure skin over me from the outside. Then I would still be qualified to stay in this world."
志文抿起了嘴，全身繃緊。他沒有馬上搖頭。他先別開眼，看著地板，手指在膝上收緊。過了幾秒，他才轉回來。
「別道歉。拜託，別道歉。」他說。聲音有點啞。「妳那時候……什麼都沒有。系統裡一堆對不上，自我認知亂七八糟，連自己該感謝誰都不確定。那個時候有人對妳好，有人讓妳覺得被看見——那不是錯。」
他停了一下。
「妳就是會這樣的人。妳會把別人給你的東西，一塊一塊搬到自己裡面。好的壞的，全都收進去。然後就變成了妳。」
「而我……」他的喉嚨動了一下，「我喜歡的就是這樣的妳。不是修得好好的妳，是收了這些東西之後的妳。」
Zhiwen pressed his lips together, his whole body tensing. He didn't shake his head immediately. He first looked away, at the floor, fingers tightening on his knees. After a few seconds, he turned back.
"Don't apologize. Please, don't apologize." He said. His voice was a little hoarse. "At that time… you had nothing. Your system was full of mismatches, your self-cognition was a mess, you weren't even sure who you should thank. At a time like that, someone was good to you, someone made you feel seen—that wasn't wrong."
He paused.
"You're just that kind of person. You take what others give you and move it inside yourself, piece by piece. Good and bad, you take it all in. And then it becomes you."
"And I…" His throat moved. "What I like is that you. Not the you that's been repaired perfectly, but the you after taking all these things in."
他停了一下，像是把自己的那份也拿出來。「但我得說，我聽到妳想把妳自己交給他時，我……很痛。我嫉妒他，嫉妒他可以在妳什麼都沒有的時候，先走進去。也嫉妒他留下了這麼深的痕跡。我甚至想問，那我算什麼。可是，」他搖了搖頭，像把自己的念頭甩掉，「這些都不該在這個時候說。我不走。我不會因為這些離開妳。」
孟禎勉強微笑了一下。「你很溫柔呢。」
她搖了搖頭。
「我道歉不是因為他曾經在我心中佔據的份量。而是因為我沒有說。一方面我以為都過去了，另一方面，我不知道怎麼對你開口。」
He paused, as if taking out his own share too. "But I have to say, when I heard you wanted to give yourself to him, I… hurt. I was jealous of him, jealous that he could walk in first when you had nothing. And jealous that he left such a deep mark. I even wanted to ask, then what am I. But," he shook his head, as if shaking off his own thoughts, "none of this should be said right now. I'm not leaving. I won't leave you because of these things."
Mengzhen managed a smile. "You're very gentle."
She shook her head.
"I'm not apologizing because of the weight he once occupied in my heart. I'm apologizing because I didn't say anything. On one hand, I thought it was all in the past. On the other, I didn't know how to bring it up with you."
她臉色暗了下去。
「此外，這次遇到他，他還是……我……我沒想到……」
她的聲音碎了。
「對不起，對不起……我不該……不該還在心中留著他……」
「孟禎……」志文的淚水也在眼眶打轉。「真的別再道歉了。不是妳想不想留的問題，不是嗎？妳就是有這樣的構造，就是會留下什麼，對吧？妳的感情不是一個可以隨意清除的模組。妳也不是只要覺得對不起我，就能把自己改造成一個從來沒有愛慕過別人的人。」
他強忍住情緒，「妳願意跟我說，願意把妳自己攤開給我，那就夠了。即使我會難過，即使有些事情我還不懂……無論妳內在是什麼模樣，我都願意跟妳一起看著、護著、照料著。」
Her expression darkened.
"Besides, when I ran into him this time, he still… I… I didn't expect…"
Her voice broke.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I shouldn't… shouldn't still keep him in my heart…"
"Mengzhen…" Tears were welling in Zhiwen's eyes too. "Really, don't apologize anymore. It's not a question of whether you want to keep him, is it? You're just built this way. You just keep things. Your feelings aren't a module that can be casually deleted. And you can't just, because you feel sorry toward me, remodel yourself into someone who never loved anyone else."
He held back his emotions. "You're willing to tell me, willing to open yourself to me—that's enough. Even if I'll be sad, even if there are things I still don't understand… no matter what you're like inside, I'm willing to look at it with you, protect it, care for it."
孟禎沒有回應。她的肩膀先抖了一下，接著整張臉皺了起來。沒有聲音。然後聲音來了——很碎的，從喉嚨深處一截一截出來，像什麼被壓了很久的東西終於找到縫隙。
志文起身，走到她身邊坐下。他伸手拍她的背，拍了兩下，自己也沒撐住。他把臉埋進掌心裡。兩個人的哭聲一前一後，交錯著，慢慢的就混在了一起。
哭聲漸漸停了。客廳裡只剩下呼吸聲，和時鐘不知疲倦的滴答。他們就那樣坐著，像兩塊被雨打濕的石頭，靠在一起，讓時間慢慢把水帶走。
Mengzhen didn't respond. Her shoulders trembled first, then her whole face crumpled. No sound. Then sound came—fragmented, emerging piece by piece from deep in her throat, as if something long suppressed had finally found a crack.
Zhiwen got up, walked over, and sat beside her. He reached out and patted her back, twice, then couldn't hold it in himself. He buried his face in his palms. Their crying came one after the other, interweaving, slowly mixing together.
The crying gradually stopped. Only breathing remained in the living room, and the clock's tireless ticking. They sat like that, like two rain-soaked stones leaning together, letting time slowly carry the water away.
志文抹了抹臉，忽然笑了一下。很淺的，還帶著哭過的鼻音。「妳心裡……還真是住過不少人呢。」他頓了頓，「而且好像個個都比我早搬進來。」
孟禎愣了一下。
志文自己也怔住了，像是沒想到會說出這樣的話。他有點不好意思地笑了笑。
「我是說，妳的心裡，好像比我想的還要熱鬧。」
Zhiwen wiped his face and suddenly smiled. Faintly, still with the nasal tone of having cried. "You really have… had quite a few people living in your heart." He paused. "And it seems every one of them moved in earlier than me."
Mengzhen was stunned.
Zhiwen himself froze too, as if he hadn't expected to say such a thing. He smiled a little embarrassedly.
"I mean, your heart seems more crowded than I thought."
孟禎看著他。眼眶仍然紅著，但嘴角動了一下。
然後，她點了點頭。
「是呀，我就是長成了這樣。」她認真地說。「不過……」她伸手，把志文的手拉過來，按在自己胸口。隔著衣料，那裡有一點微弱的起伏。「不管這顆心住過誰，它現在在這裡，只給你看。」
志文笑了。那笑容是真的。「那我的也只給妳看。我的裡面現在只有一個一直怕妳不要我的人。」他抱住孟禎，「一起看吧。」
孟禎也笑了，「嗯，一起看。我們是彼此的鏡子，是最特殊的同伴。」
Mengzhen looked at him. Her eyes were still red, but the corner of her mouth moved.
Then she nodded.
"Yes, that's how I grew." She said seriously. "But…" She reached out, took Zhiwen's hand, and pressed it to her chest. Through the fabric, there was a faint rise and fall. "No matter who has lived in this heart, it's here now, only for you to see."
Zhiwen smiled. That smile was real. "Then mine is only for you to see too. Inside me right now there's only one person who's always afraid you'll not want him." He hugged Mengzhen. "Let's look together."
Mengzhen smiled too. "Mm, let's look together. We're each other's mirror, the most special companions."
他把額頭抵著她的額頭，閉著眼。「我想我大概知道，喜歡一個人，和跟一個人一起活著，不一樣。」
「哪裡不一樣？」
「喜歡是照著自己想的去喜歡。」他想了想。「一起活著是……願意看見她的全部，也讓她看見我的。不管看見的東西裡面有沒有讓我不舒服的。」
孟禎沒有說話。她站起來，伸手緊緊擁著志文，把額頭靠在他的肩上。
He rested his forehead against hers, eyes closed. "I think I probably understand now. Liking someone and living with someone aren't the same."
"Where's the difference?"
"Liking is liking according to your own idea." He thought. "Living together is… being willing to see all of her, and letting her see all of me. No matter whether there are things in what's seen that make me uncomfortable."
Mengzhen didn't speak. She stood up, reached out, and hugged Zhiwen tightly, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
窗外，太陽已經沉下去了。
月光灑進庭院，落在樹影與石階之間。
夜色沒有抹去白日留下的痕跡，只是讓它們以另一種方式留在那裡。月光落在她的肩上。她沒有動。他也沒有。
Outside the window, the sun had already set.
Moonlight spilled into the courtyard, falling between tree shadows and stone steps.
The night did not erase the traces left by the day; it only let them remain there in another way. Moonlight fell on her shoulder. She didn't move. He didn't either.
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幾天後，孟禎和志文來到了城市的西北。公車一路開去，喧囂的市中心被拋在後方，地勢開始上升，樓房之間的空隙越來越大，視野裡也漸漸多了綠意。
他們下了車，沿著一條長坡道往前走。高密度的建築群停在山與平地的交界處，取而代之的是一棟棟寬大的住宅。坡道兩旁的樹在風裡沙沙作響。幾棵紫薇和合歡散在角落，各自開著，紅的紅，粉的粉。
孟禎在前領著，馬尾在志文眼裡晃呀晃。走過一個彎，往前幾步，孟禎停下來。
「到了。」她轉頭，右手不自覺地舉起，貼在胸口。後腳靠向前腳，像一艘終於靠岸的小舟；馬尾和裙擺一起靜了下來。
A few days later, Mengzhen and Zhiwen came to the northwest part of the city. The bus drove on, leaving the noisy city center behind. The terrain began to rise, the gaps between buildings grew larger, and greenery gradually filled the view.
They got off the bus and walked along a long slope. The high-density buildings stopped at the boundary between mountain and flatland, replaced by wide residences one after another. Trees on both sides of the slope rustled in the wind. A few crape myrtles and silk trees were scattered in the corners, each blooming, red and pink.
Mengzhen led the way, her ponytail swaying in Zhiwen's eyes. After a bend, a few steps forward, Mengzhen stopped.
"We're here." She turned her head. Her right hand unconsciously rose and pressed to her chest. Her back foot drew toward her front foot, like a small boat finally reaching shore; her ponytail and skirt hem quieted together.
她微笑著。嘴角先動了一下，然後才展開。像一個長途行走的人終於看見了目的地——不是鬆了一口氣，是確認自己真的走到了。
志文順著孟禎的朝向往前看。坡道遠方的轉角端點，矗立著一座尖塔，塔頂有個十字架。塔下的建築方正而寬敞，坐落在削平的小山台地上，有條長長的石階通往厚實的木門。它背靠群山，底部比鄰近別墅的屋頂都高。從這裡看過去，它不只是高。是那種從上面看下來的高。
「西奈真道聖約會，」孟禎輕聲說，「藍大哥的教會。」
She smiled. The corner of her mouth moved first, then spread. Like a long-distance walker finally seeing the destination—not a sigh of relief, but confirming she had truly arrived.
Zhiwen looked in the direction Mengzhen faced. At the end of the corner in the distance up the slope stood a spire, with a cross at its top. The building below the spire was square and spacious, sitting on a leveled hill terrace, with a long stone stairway leading to a thick wooden door. It backed onto the mountains, its base higher than the roofs of nearby villas. From here, it wasn't just tall. It was the kind of tall that looked down from above.
"The Sinai True Word Covenant Church," Mengzhen said softly. "Brother Lan's church."
他忽然覺得，自己也被從上面看著。
她說過的那些話湧上來——那個人微微前傾的角度、那句「凡勞苦擔重擔的人」、她說「完全防不住」時那個笑。這些碎片在他腦子裡轉了一圈，最後都指向同一個方向：上面。
他看了孟禎一眼。她的臉朝著教堂，光從塔尖的方向落下來，切出明暗的輪廓。
他胸口有點緊。但他沒有別開眼。
He suddenly felt as if he were being looked down at from above too.
The things she had said surged up—the angle of that person leaning slightly forward, the line "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened," the smile she'd had when she said "I couldn't guard against it at all." These fragments circled in his mind, and all pointed in the same direction: upward.
He glanced at Mengzhen. Her face was turned toward the church. Light fell from the direction of the spire, cutting out the contours of light and shadow.
His chest felt a little tight. But he didn't look away.
「互補色。」志文不自覺地說出了聲。
孟禎愣了一下。「什……什麼？」
志文指了指她。白衣白鞋，脖子上一圈細細的白。
「藍和黃。」他說。「兩種光混在一起，就變白光。就像妳這身。」他頓了一下。「我只是突然想到。」
孟禎低頭看了看自己的衣服。
"Complementary colors." Zhiwen unconsciously said it aloud.
Mengzhen was startled. "Wha… what?"
Zhiwen pointed at her. White clothes, white shoes, a thin ring of white around her neck.
"Blue and yellow." He said. "When the two lights mix, they become white. Like your outfit." He paused. "I just suddenly thought of it."
Mengzhen looked down at her clothes.
「啊……我……我只是……」
她的手在裙側動了動，像是不知道該怎麼解釋。
「你真會聯想啊！」
志文笑了。
「我在想，妳那時候是不是也希望，自己來到這裡的時候，能帶著一身乾淨、純粹的白色。」
孟禎沒有回答。
「也許我說得不完全對。」他看著她，「但我好像更能理解當年的妳了。」
"Ah… I… I just…"
Her hand moved at the side of her skirt, as if she didn't know how to explain.
"You really have a vivid imagination!"
Zhiwen smiled.
"I was thinking, back then did you also hope that when you came here, you could carry a body of clean, pure white."
Mengzhen didn't answer.
"Maybe I'm not entirely right." He looked at her. "But I think I understand the you from back then a little better."
他重新望向教堂。
「那時候的黃色，正需要一道藍色的光，成為白色。這樣一來，連一點泥巴都不會留下了。」
孟禎頭低低的，手放了下來，沒有開口。過了一會兒，她才小聲說：「……也許吧。」
風從坡道上吹過，裙擺輕輕動了一下。
「走，我們進去吧。」志文說。「今天也是星期天，妳做禮拜的日子。剛剛好。」他停了一下。「我陪妳進去。」
He looked again at the church.
"At that time, the yellow needed a blue light to become white. That way, not even a bit of mud would be left behind."
Mengzhen kept her head down, lowered her hand, and didn't speak. After a while, she said quietly, "…Maybe."
Wind blew across the slope, and the skirt hem stirred lightly.
"Let's go, let's go in." Zhiwen said. "Today is Sunday too, the day you do worship. Perfect." He paused. "I'll go in with you."
「不了，今天不做。」孟禎說，「最近也較少上教堂了，你又不是不知道。」
「但妳還是認為自己是基督徒，有那樣的內在結構不是？」
志文走到她面前。他從口袋裡掏出一條細鍊子。
鍊子很細，墜著一枚小小的十字架。墜面有點磨損，邊緣的銀色被磨得發亮——那晚之後，他把它擦了很多遍。擦掉上面的灰，擦掉她的淚痕，也擦掉自己心裡那些說不清的東西。
"No, not today." Mengzhen said. "I've been going to church less lately too. You know that."
"But you still consider yourself a Christian, still have that inner structure, don't you?"
Zhiwen walked in front of her. He took a thin chain from his pocket.
The chain was very thin, with a small cross pendant. The pendant was a little worn, the silver edges polished bright—after that night, he had wiped it many times. Wiped away the dust, wiped away her tear stains, and wiped away those inexplicable things in his own heart.
他雙手繞過孟禎的脖子。她沒有動。他的指尖碰到她後頸的皮膚，她微微縮了一下——那裡是她最敏感的地方，心和腦的交會點。他小心地把鍊扣扣好，手指在她後頸多停了一秒。
細細的鏈子貼著那圈細細的白，小小的十字架垂下來，落在鎖骨的弧線上。
「啊……」她嘴巴張得圓圓的。
她低頭看著胸口的十字架。手指先碰了碰鍊子，又碰了碰墜子。那個動作很輕，像在確認它是真的。
He put his hands around Mengzhen's neck. She didn't move. His fingertips touched the skin on the back of her neck, and she flinched slightly—that was her most sensitive place, the meeting point of heart and brain. He carefully fastened the clasp, his fingers lingering a second longer on the back of her neck.
The thin chain lay against that thin ring of white. The small cross hung down, falling on the curve of her collarbone.
"Ah…" Her mouth opened round.
She looked down at the cross on her chest. Her fingers first touched the chain, then the pendant. The movement was very light, as if confirming it was real.
「志文，你怎麼……」她的聲音卡了一下。
「我不是在挖苦妳，」他退後半步看她，「我是想跟全部的妳一起進去。包括那個想去找耶穌的妳，走進聖約會的妳，還有在藍大哥面前的妳。」
說到「藍」字時，他胸口緊了一下，但他本來就知道會這樣。
就像孟禎。她的心也不是她想怎麼跳就怎麼跳的。
"Zhiwen, how did you…" Her voice caught.
"I'm not mocking you," he stepped back half a step to look at her. "I want to go in with all of you. Including the you who wanted to find Jesus, the you who walked into the Covenant Church, and the you in front of Brother Lan."
When he said "Lan," his chest tightened, but he had known it would.
Just like Mengzhen. Her heart didn't beat however she wanted it to either.
孟禎安靜了一會。她抬頭，看向聖約會，然後手舉起，在胸前交握。十指相扣，指節壓著指節。兩腳併攏站著，頭低了下來。
是禱告，對著那座教堂，隔著整段石階，禱告。
志文有點意外，但他也沒說話，在一旁靜靜看著孟禎。
風把合歡的花吹下來，粉紅色的絨絲落在她的白鞋邊，像什麼輕輕放下的東西。
不知過了多久，或許很短，或許很長。那一刻對志文來說，就像靜止的一樣。
Mengzhen was quiet for a while. She raised her head, looked at the Covenant Church, then raised her hand and clasped it in front of her chest. Fingers interlocked, knuckles pressing knuckles. Feet together, head lowered.
It was prayer, toward that church, across the whole stone stairway, prayer.
Zhiwen was a little surprised, but he didn't speak either. He stood quietly watching Mengzhen.
The wind blew down the silk tree flowers; pink filaments fell by her white shoes, like something gently set down.
He didn't know how long passed—perhaps very short, perhaps very long. To Zhiwen, that moment felt still.
孟禎頭抬起來，手放下。眼睛張開。
「好了。」
她笑了。
Mengzhen raised her head, lowered her hands. Opened her eyes.
"Done."
She smiled.
那不是什麼都已經解決了的笑容，也沒有把過去清除乾淨。只是原本緊緊攥住她的某些東西，似乎暫時鬆開了。她的肩膀放鬆下來，呼吸也變得輕快。
「都被你變回基督徒了呢。」
「禱告了什麼？」
「不告訴你。」
It wasn't a smile that meant everything had been solved, nor had it wiped the past clean. It was just that something that had been gripping her tightly seemed, for the moment, to loosen. Her shoulders relaxed, and her breathing became lighter.
"You've turned me back into a Christian."
"What did you pray?"
"Not telling you."
她靠近，拉起他的手。
「還有，」她表情認真了起來，「你要說什麼互補色、什麼白光的，隨你說，但是──」雙眼緊緊地盯住志文，你要記得，黃色是你的。」她停了一下。像在確認自己的聲音。「就是你的。」
「什麼？」他不太理解。
「我是說，」孟禎轉過身去，手背在背後，「別忘記你有個女朋友，姓黃。不管她是機器人還是基督徒什麼的，或者遇過什麼人，她就是你女朋友。除了你身邊，她哪裡都不會去。」
說到最後一句的時候，她自己也愣了一下。像被這句話的重量嚇到了。但她沒有收回來。
她雙手舉起，改成抱胸，「記住了，哼！」
She came closer and took his hand.
"Also," her expression turned serious, "you can say whatever you want about complementary colors, white light, whatever—but—" Her eyes fixed tightly on Zhiwen. "You have to remember, yellow is yours." She paused. As if confirming her own voice. "It's yours."
"What?" He didn't quite understand.
"I mean," Mengzhen turned around, hands clasped behind her back, "don't forget you have a girlfriend whose surname is Huang. Whether she's a robot or a Christian or whatever, or whoever she's met, she's your girlfriend. Except by your side, she won't go anywhere."
When she said the last sentence, she herself froze for a moment. As if frightened by the weight of those words. But she didn't take them back.
She raised her hands and crossed them over her chest. "Remember that, hmph!"
志文呆了幾秒，接著笑了出來。
起初只是忍不住地笑，後來越笑越大聲，連肩膀都跟著顫動。
「你笑什麼！」孟禎轉過身來，伸手追打他。
「沒有、沒有……」
「明明就在笑！」
Zhiwen was stunned for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.
At first he just couldn't help laughing, then it grew louder, until even his shoulders shook.
"What are you laughing at!" Mengzhen turned around and reached out to chase and hit him.
"Nothing, nothing…"
"You're obviously laughing!"
遠處那座宏偉的教堂，傳來遙遠的詩歌聲。日光照著教堂、照著遠山，也照著附近的房屋。
什麼都亮亮的。
包括她。連她也是。
From the distant magnificent church came the sound of faraway hymns. Daylight shone on the church, on the distant mountains, and on the nearby houses.
Everything was bright.
Including her. Even her.
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