Suddenly there is a knock on the door - I don't know who is coming in from the door

<Sudden knock on the door - I don't know who is coming in outside the door> by Aigar. Kai Lei

(Use blog to e-book) (The original text was written in the winter of 2018)

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Today meeting was beaten all over the ground

The meridians are cut off

dismembered

The concept of being thrown into the sea and eaten by whales...

Depressed to the point of crying while eating dumplings

But after eating, I received double-cooked pork vacuum packs and seafood pancakes from Japan.

Suddenly I feel a little warmer (it's easy to be satisfied and grateful)

I don't want to do anything at home

I have to write my thoughts

The first reading experience of my own reading club (the hole dug by myself and filled by myself)

The deadline is approaching, I have no time to write

Thanks to meeting ko, I wrote it in 20 minutes

As said in <sudden knock on the door>

"It hurts? Then don't get out of bed. Still hurts? Wait: if you don't die, it will pass." P137.

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Okay, the pain is over, let's fight again tomorrow!

<Sudden knock on the door - I don't know who is approaching from the door> by Aigar. Kai Lei

(Blog to eBook)

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This is the hardest thing I've ever written

But not because the story is bad

On the contrary precisely because its stories are short-lived

But each one is full of meaning

keep thinking

after the story ends

Those people and how life will go on.

and something that someone didn't say

Or what does it mean to do a certain action more?

It is this part that requires the reader to think for himself

Questions with no correct answers fill the book

So it's hard to write what's so wonderful about it

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The story of the whole book is short

Short to the end of the first story

At the end I thought it was missing a page...

Go back and read it again

I'm sure someone reading Kailei's book would say it's full of blue curtains

Or full of readers' brains

But it suits me

I just like to imagine those unfinished stories

And the one that wasn't clear at the time

at a certain moment after a while or many years because of something or someone

You suddenly realize the kindness or malice that was not directly expressed under the table at that time

I love the goosebumps in my heart knowing the moment

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The first story seems to write about the reasons why the author himself embarked on the path of writing

In the story, a writer is threatened by three people who come to the door

ask him to write a story

The story is always when there is a "sudden knock on the door"

(In the story) There will be a knocker in the real world

Everyone needs a story

Because everyone needs an exit

The author experienced military service and even witnessed the tragic situation of his best friend committing suicide while serving.

He told to go back to the room now

He can only keep writing indiscriminately

Otherwise he will lose his mind

Every story is a reaction of our hearts to the outside world

As said in the book, "What is out of nothing is fabricated out of thin air. It has no value, and anyone can do it; what is out of nothing means that something has always been there. In you, you just discover its new face." P16.

Stories give us an opportunity to escape reality

It is also the way we mirror and reflect on our own "being born out of something"

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As in Blade Runner, "Every thought that everyone has ever had is true..." p304

include stories

Include everything we say

every lie

I thought of the second story in the book "The Land of Lies"

I am particularly impressed and like

It tells of a boy who, for the first time in his life, was given money to buy something by his mother

He took the money and bought ice cream

And hid the change under a big rock in the backyard

When he got home, he told his mother

Money robbed by a huge redhead boy with missing front teeth

mother believed

It also opened the beginning of his life of lies

Asking for leave for desertion, saying that my aunt from far away has cancer

Late for work, he made up a dog whose hind leg was broken in a car accident

day to day

Until one day he dreamed of his long dead mother

Asking him to give her a candy in a gashapon candy machine in a dream

He said he had no change

Mother said that some change is still under the stones in the backyard

When he woke up because the dream was too real

So he drove to his former home in the middle of the night (it had become a supermarket)

go to the backyard to find the stone

Move out but have no money

only one hole

He reached in and touched the button of the gashapon

Another room in the blink of an eye

And he still hasn't responded

Someone kicked him hard

He looked up at a tall red-haired boy

he asked "who are you"

The boy said with a smile with missing front teeth

"I am your first lie"

He walked out of the small room where he woke up

met many people on the road

Some are his lies and some are not

But most creatures are not doing well

Including the dog who was dragged on his hind legs because he was late for work

(it sees him still happily licking him)

After returning to the real world

The male protagonist gradually tells less lies

Even if you want to say something, try to say something nice

But "the only problem with a positive lie is that it's harder to make up, and it's not easy to make it credible. Generally speaking, if you tell people something bad, people will immediately believe it because it feels normal; If you talk about good things, people will be suspicious. So, gradually, Robbie doesn’t lie anymore, mainly because he’s too lazy to tell.” P23.

Story continues

but it doesn't matter

The author creates a man who exists even in a lie

have their own world and life

Every thought we have is real, good or bad

(Probably the Buddhist saying that one thought is three thousand)

And in our invisible folds of life

Someone always pays for the lies we tell

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The writing of the story "Hemorrhoids" can be ranked in the top three of my favorite stories

It's really good to show the filth and nonsense of life

The story describes the "struggle" of life from the perspective of a man and his hemorrhoids

"To live is to suffer, to live is to sweat, to live is a kind of pain that you can't forget. Therefore, when others make important decisions, they will listen to their conscience, and the object of his listening is hemorrhoids. Like other hemorrhoids, it will give that person some shit advice." P104.

(Praise the translator, the shit opinion is so well translated)

"To live is to hope, to live is to get hot, to live is to screw things up and wait to turn over. Hemorrhoids will listen to that person. Just like people eat when they hear their stomach growl, hemorrhoids will People are also quite submissive. Thanks to that person, Hemorrhoids strives to believe that if he can live, he can also make others live, he can learn to forgive, he can hold back his contempt for others, and even if he speaks evilly, he will not mention his mother.” P104 .

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The last story ends with "What kind of animal are you?"

Once again closing in on the story can make cruel real life

get a little relief

A little even the appearance of beauty is about to break apart

It is also temporarily enough to keep the dirty reality out.

hold for one more second more than one moment

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The other stories are great too

"A healthy start" and "What would you wish for a goldfish?"

show loneliness

Sometimes we all want to be someone else

Be that person in your life who can be loved or hated by one person or spend time together for a meal

not my own lonely life

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"Crazy Glue" This story is so weird and hilarious I like it

"Unzip the zipper" means we all have another selves

"Crossing the Boundaries" The End of the Story Is Intriguing

Did he become softer after death, or did he become the people he killed and spurned by him?

That's the real hell of a killer

Both are fascinating stories

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Of course, there are also a few stories that are "deep"

Still need to think carefully

For example, "Mystery," "This story is a big win," and "Only $99.99 including tax and shipping."

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Anyway, this is a short story

But thinking and lingering rhyme are long books

The author's thoughts on the people who flashed in his life

And the descriptions of the possible stories behind them are very delicate and delicate

pushable

Note: The author's story will be made into a movie, a short preview of the documentary

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mw3tRGit5I&feature=youtu.be

========= Favorite passage =======

p11. He served three years of military service at the age of 18. He witnessed his best friend commit suicide. In his mind, only the shocking image of his friend's forehead being pierced by a bullet, and the whole person being nailed to a tree. He had just finished his 12-hour duty and had to be alone in the room for the next 48 hours. He said that at that time, he could only write randomly on paper and devote himself to another world, so as to avoid being forced to find the motivation to continue living.

p11. "Escape from reality" was the trigger for his writing, and the fundamental reason why we need these stories

P11. People living in Israel, where gibberish wars are frequent, often feel uneasy and nervous. We build walls on the outside and fight to preserve the beliefs within those walls, but the feelings that are repressed or ignored on the inside are severely blocked. I think my novels are a drain for people to drain such emotions.

P16. To create something out of nothing is to fabricate out of thin air. It has no value, and anyone can do it. To create something out of nothing means that something has always been there. In you, you just discover its new appearance.

P23. There is only one problem with positive lies, that is, they are more difficult to make up, and it is not easy to make them credible. Generally speaking, if you tell people a bad thing, they will immediately believe it, because it feels normal; if you tell a good thing, they will be suspicious. So, gradually, Robbie stopped lying, mostly too lazy to tell.

P72. Some people fell outside the house from the third floor. Except for the bruises on their backs, there was no serious problem. Some people accidentally went down the stairs and went to the hospital and were put on plaster. David and she presumably belonged to the latter.

P72. This is what I keep in my bulging pocket: a tiny chance, a chance to say "yes" without avoiding regrets

P87. He thought, what is cancer, isn't it just a terrorist attack from heaven? Did God do this to intimidate us, to protest what we did...something? Those things are too noble,

It is beyond human knowledge and we cannot comprehend it.

P87. For many years, life seemed to be nothing but a trap, a labyrinth, no, not even a labyrinth, just a space enclosed in a wall with no doors. He kept thinking, insisting on coming up with something, there's always something I hope will happen, it doesn't matter if it's impossible... He forced himself to stand up, thinking, "If they go to work that day, if I drove her off and now she'll be alive and well, sitting in the kitchen with me."

P93. If he encounters a goldfish who can talk and draw, then he has nothing to do but put the fish in a big glass tank, put it on the shelf forever, and talk to it all day long. You can talk about anything, you can talk about sports, you can talk about politics, and the goldfish can talk about whatever they like. Talk about anything, the Russian said, just don't leave me alone.

P104. To live is to suffer, to live is to sweat, to live is a kind of pain that you can't forget. Therefore, when others make important decisions, they will listen to their conscience, and the object of his listening is hemorrhoids. And that hemorrhoid, like any other hemorrhoid, will give that person some shit advice.

P104. To live is to hope, to live is to get hot, to live is to screw things up and wait to turn over. Hemorrhoids will listen to that person. Just as someone eats when they hear their stomach growl, hemorrhoids are quite submissive to that person. Thanks to that person, Hemorrhoids worked hard to believe that if he could live, he could make others live, he could learn to forgive, and he couldn't hold back his contempt for others.

P137. Will it hurt? Then don't get out of bed. Still pain? Waiting: If you don't die, Tong will pass

P143. My son asked the German, "What kind of animal are you?" I helped him translate the question into English. "I'm not an animal." She laughed, brushing her hair with her long nails. "I'm a monster, from the other side of the sea, who eats pretty kids like you." "She said she was a singing bird," I translated her words to my son, with a natural and impeccable attitude, "She said she was a bird with red feathers and singing, and it came from a far, far away place."