He is a ceramic rabbit. He is closer to eternity than fragile human beings.
Eternal anticipation, or eternal disappointment?
——Zuo Qian
, "Edward's Wonderful Journey"——Book Excerpts
On a clear night, the stars are shining brightly, and the light shining through them like a pinhole makes the words of love inexplicably feel a kind of comfort.
He often stared at the stars all night until darkness finally gave way to dawn.
Once upon a time there was a very beautiful princess who shone like the stars in a moonless night sky. But what's the use of her being beautiful? No, it's useless.
She is a princess who loves no one and doesn't care about love, although many people love her.
finished?
Yes, it's over.
But it can't be finished.
Why can't it be finished?
Because it's over too soon. Because no one has lived a happy life since then, that's why.
But you answer me this question: How can a story have a happy ending if there is no love?
Later he remembered Pellegrina's description of the beautiful princess. She shone like the stars in a moonless night sky.
For some reason Edward found the phrase comforting, and he repeated it to himself - shining like the stars in a moonless night, like the stars in a moonless night Glittering just the same - over and over again, until the first light finally emerged.
How can a porcelain rabbit die all the time?
Will porcelain rabbits drown all the time?
Never in my life, he thought, have I been farther from the stars.
Watching someone you love die in front of you and there's nothing you can do is a terrible thing -- the worst thing ever.
To make matters worse, Edward is now another bunny. He couldn't tell what was different, he only knew that he had changed.
He heard Pellegrina say, "You have disappointed me."
Why? he asked her. Why am I disappointing you?
But he also knew the answer to that question. That's because he doesn't love Abilene enough. And now that she has left him, he can never get it back.
He missed them terribly. He wants to be with them.
The little rabbit wondered if that was love.
Edward knows what it's like to say the names of those you've left behind over and over again. He knew what it was like to miss someone. So he listened. And as he listened, his heart opened, and it grew wider and wider.
Edward wondered how many times he had parted without a chance to say goodbye?
A lone cricket began to sing.
Edward was listening.
Something hurt in the depths of his body.
He really wanted to cry.
Pick me up or not, the bunny thought, it makes no difference to me.
Come on, he thought.
I do not care. I've learned not to care.
Edward, hung by his ears, looked up at the night sky. He saw the sky full of stars. But for the first time in his life he was not comforted when he saw them. He felt mocked.
You stay below alone, and the stars seem to speak to him: we are high above, with our constellations.
I was loved too, Edward told the stars.
Is that right? said the stars. What does that have to do with you being alone here now?
Edward couldn't think of an answer to that question.
I bet you didn't expect me to be back. But here I am. I'm here to save you.
As Bryce climbed onto the pole to untie the wire tied to Edward's wrist, he was thinking: It's too late, I'm just a hollow rabbit.
As Bryce pulled the nail out of Edward's ear, he was thinking: It's too late, I'm just a porcelain toy.
But when the last nail was pulled out and the bunny fell forward into Bryce's arms, he felt relieved, which soon turned into a feeling of joy.
Perhaps, he was thinking, it was not too late, after all, I was rescued.
Edward was never nursed like a baby.
Being held so softly and enthusiastically, and being looked down at so lovingly, gave him a strange feeling. Edward felt his blood boil over his porcelain body.
He is willing to take care of her, he is willing to protect her, and he is willing to do more for her.
I loved her too, Edward thought. I loved her, but now she's dead. How could this be?
It's the feeling that everything doesn't matter and doesn't matter anymore.
I was broken, my heart was broken.
He gave you up to heal you. Amazing, really.
He has been repaired. He has been saved. Now you have to say goodbye to him.
Don't talk about love to me, he said, I know love.
He didn't want to be bought, to keep his heart from stirring. He is proud of it. He prides himself on keeping his mind calm and closed.
I'm desperate, thought Edward Touraine.
What kind of adventure would you have if you lived a century in this world?
The old boy said, "I don't know who's coming for me this time. Someone's coming back. Someone's going to come. Who's going to come?"
"I don't care if someone comes for me," Edward said.
"But that's horrible," said the old boy. "If you think that way, there's no point in living—it's pointless at all. You have to be hopeful. You have to be hopeful. You have to know who's going to love you. , who will you love next."
"I'm not going to be loved anymore," Edward said to her: "I'm not going to love anymore. That's too painful."
If you're not going to love or be loved, then the whole The journey of life is meaningless.
What if someone is waiting to love him? What if there was someone he could love again? Is this possible?
Edward felt his heart agitate.
No, he said to his heart. impossible. impossible.
Open your heart, someone will come. Someone will come to pick you up. But first you have to open your heart.
Someone will come to pick you up.
Edward's heart agitated.
No, no, he said to himself. Don't believe these things. Don't make yourself believe these things.
Someone will come to pick you up.
The little porcelain rabbit's heart began to open again.
How many seasons have passed, autumn followed by winter, winter followed by spring, spring followed by summer.
Edward Touraine was waiting.
Seasons change, year after year.
Edward Touraine was waiting.
He repeated the old doll's words over and over, until they carved smooth grooves of hope in his brain: someone will come, someone will come and pick you up.
And the old doll was right.
Someone really came.
Someone will come, Edward said. Someone will come and pick me up.
She put her hand on the little gold box that hung around her neck. Then Edward saw that it was not a small box at all. It was a watch, a pocket watch.
That's his watch.
"Edward?" said Abilene.
Yes, Edward said.
"Edward." She said it again, this time with certainty.
Yes, Edward said, yes, yes, yes.
it's me.
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