Chapter 346 Theory of Matter

The carriage is a hidden and convenient corner for talking.

"If you don't sleep, what will you do at night?" Donna asked Clayton quietly under the cover of the noisy crowd outside the carriage and the coachman's shouting.

The clothes she wore today were all selected by Charlotte before. She was wearing a pearl white satin dress with a very novel style. Her feet were wearing calfskin pointed shoes under the wide skirt. The red hooded cloak was not the one she brought from her hometown, but a new one Clayton bought in the store. The material was scarlet velvet, and the length reached her waist, which was extremely gorgeous.

Wearing such a set of clothes, she was so dignified that she didn't look like herself at all.

Clayton looked at the scenery outside the carriage calmly through his sunglasses, and his expression was like a person who had just come out of meditation, and he was not disturbed by the congestion and the coachman's shouting at the moment.

"I will change my form and run under the night sky."

"Just running?"

"Is running not enough?" he asked back.

Donna shook her head: "No, I just thought you would do something more meaningful. This is not like you."

"We have been together for a while. Do I look like such a conservative person?" Clayton smiled and turned his head. The sideburns that he had just trimmed before going out had a lead-like texture. In addition to the new perfume, he also changed his hairstyle for the first time in a long time.

During this period, he combed the long hair on his forehead to the back of his head, exposing his forehead completely. The hair piled up at the back of his neck was slightly curled up at the back of his neck, like a thick mane.

Des Jonrad once commented that Clayton Bellow was an ascetic monk, but his nature was not like that.

When he was with this young family member, the sins he had committed in the past seemed to be alleviated and disappeared. His body and soul became light, and the wolf blood also gave him new vitality. Those soul organs used to feel joy had died for a long time and were now resurrected.

At this moment, he could clearly feel his heart longing for beauty.

"Doing only meaningful things sounds like a life that theologians would advocate, but I'm not a believer. I live to find happiness."

"So, I'll run when I want to run."

As he said this, Clayton grabbed a few coins from his pocket, then stretched his hand out of the car window. When he took it back, he had already grabbed a few tin soldiers in his big hand.

"Look, murder weapons that have been shrunk a thousand times. They can't shoot, but they still look like real people."

Donna took them and played with them lovingly.

"Is this a gift for me?"

"Just for you to see." Clayton said, "I'm going to put them on my desk when I go back. It's too monotonous."

Donna's interest dropped, and she raised her hand to return the tin soldiers to him.

"Don't worry, I'll give you another gift later. What do you think of a tea set?"

"It's okay."

Donna no longer rejected these literary things, because the book she recently borrowed had a plot about making tea, but when she read it, she couldn't imagine the scene at all, because she didn't know how to make tea. If she had a set of tea sets to experiment with, she would be able to understand the author's meaning better.

She felt that she understood Clayton's ideas more and more-she didn't have to like these things, just learn how to use them.

Is this the purpose of the "Drama Writing and Performance" course?

"I think you want me to play a lady, not really be a lady." Donna said her thoughts in a mysterious way.

"Am I being very obvious?" Clayton was surprised for a few seconds, and then nodded approvingly, "Well. Indeed, it is definitely good to pretend to be a lady in a world that likes ladies, so why not?"

Donna asked back in confusion: "But isn't this cheating?"

"Whether cheating is a bad thing depends on its motivation. For this matter, I think cheating is reasonable. If all women become the same, then the world will be boring."

Talking about this, Clayton was very interested.

Donna propped up her chin and observed his face: "So you don't like ladies either?"

"Let me put it this way, I am more easily attracted to people with strong personalities." Clayton said, he was very frank about his preferences: "In this messy world, sometimes we need some strong colors to remind us that we should pursue beauty. If we often deal with boring people, we will become boring and hate everything in the world. Boredom is a contagious disease, and it is extremely difficult to cure it."

He spread his hands: "Although strong personalities are prone to conflict with others, today's concept of civilization is the spiritual fire that the ancient sages spawned in conflict and debate."

"Beauty must be born from personality, and beauty cannot be born without personality. And if we cannot appreciate the beauty of people, then this world full of people is no different from a cage for us. So, if I have to choose, I hope that my family, friends, and lovers actually have strong personalities. This also includes you."

In the car, the only listener Donna was in awe of his theory.

No one else had ever explained the power of appreciation so thoroughly before. Her uncle was a master of emotions.

"Great, I knew you actually supported me!"

Donna habitually grabbed Clayton's arm and shook it to express her closeness. Clayton completely accepted her praise and closeness, looking very pleased.

After the girl finished complimenting, she suddenly became curious.

"What kind of lady will you marry in the future? Or who?"

She didn't say some words, but she hoped that the person she married to Clayton was someone she knew and was close to.

They knew each other and had independent personalities. There were not many such people.

She wanted to hear a familiar name from Clayton.

It would be great if it was Charlotte. She expected it without authorization. She felt that their relationship was very good, but it was normal for someone else. Clayton must know someone else, and if she made a bold guess, it might be like what the neighbor in Patno said.

Under her gaze, Clayton's expression became solemn.

He calmly thought about this major event in his life. After a moment, he pushed up his sunglasses and answered her decisively.

"A very rich widow."

Donna let go of his arm, and they didn't say a word on the way.

In the reception hall of the theater, the ticket inspector cut off the ticket stub and handed it to Clayton.

"Your ticket, sir."

Clayton took the ticket and led his niece into the theater. People were sitting around them. Although the actors were still preparing backstage, the stage in front was already lit. The heavy electric lights were slowly turning on the crisscrossing iron beams above the head, and the concentrated light formed a huge circular bright spot on the closed dark red curtain.

Seeing Donna folding her arms and looking unhappy, and even tilting her head away from him, Clayton couldn't help but sigh.

"There's no need to be so angry, right?"

"You're too much!" Donna said softly but forcefully: "You were teaching me to use the ability to appreciate beauty to fight against this old-fashioned and boring world, and then you fell into it instead."

When she was angry, she called Clayton "you".

The theater is a public place, and Clayton also lowered his voice to defend himself: "There is no way, the cruelty of the world is sometimes stronger than you can imagine. People are made up of both material and spirit. Although I also want to rely on spirit alone, I can't live with only half of it."

"Haha."

Before Donna responded, the young man sitting in the seat in front of them laughed first.

Perhaps because he felt that this was too rude, he turned around and talked to them first.

"Sorry, I listened to your conversation without permission."

This is a very handsome young man, with typical blond hair and blue eyes, no beard, and overall he doesn't look much older than Donna, maybe less than 20 years old, the black hat and dress are clean and tidy, but not outstanding, but he has a quiet temperament that enhances his presence.

Clayton felt a familiar aura from the young man. He was thoughtful and politely rejected the apology:

"No, it's nothing. This is a public place, so you don't need to apologize for what you heard."

Donna completely put on a ladylike posture to supplement her uncle: "On the contrary, it is wrong for us to argue here. I apologize to you."

The matter should have ended like this, but the young man didn't want to do so.

"My name is Morris. May I ask your names?"

Donna was about to introduce herself when she heard Clayton say a strange name.

"Wolfgang."

"Clara." Donna said.

Morris smiled and nodded, but his eyes turned to the side for a while, as if he was savoring the two names.

"It's an honor to meet you two." He stretched out his hand across the back of the chair and shook hands with Clayton: "However, it's a bit presumptuous to say this. I don't quite agree with this gentleman's opinion. Fortunately, the play has not started yet, and I hope to express my opinions in front of you two."

Clayton raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

Donna smiled and nodded, and was very excited in her heart. She never thought that she could find a stranger's help here. Such an encounter was really a huge surprise.

Morris whispered but calmly, "It is true that people are made up of both material and spiritual aspects, but we always use our spirit to understand the world and give meaning to all the chaos. Those ugly things are real, but fortunately, God has mercy on us and given us the ability to appreciate beauty, so we have enough spiritual strength to fight the test of the material world. Didn't you two come here to appreciate the artistic beauty of drama?"

Yes, Donna nodded in agreement.

Clayton shook his head: "But if I didn't have a penny in my pocket, I wouldn't be able to sit here and debate with you. I don't look down on anything. Material conditions and spiritual pursuits are equally important to me, but we have to weigh the importance of the two and have to make a single sacrifice from time to time according to changes in the outside world."

His niece began to think about the legitimacy of this concept again-it didn't sound wrong, but she didn't like this argument.

It's too sad.

Morris sighed and looked at the lieutenant's appearance with appreciation, but what he said still denied his point of view:

"Mr. Wolfgang, if you ask me, the pursuit of beauty is not just half of life, but all of life. We should not limit our pursuit of beauty because of material things."

Morris made a bold prediction: "If we lose the ability to appreciate beauty, I am afraid that all mankind will be extinct in a month. But if we die in pursuit of beauty, we will not have such worries. Even if we die, people are happy."

"Please don't think I'm talking nonsense, because there are many such examples throughout history."

"Using water as a mirror, the beautiful young man Xiu Yi drowned in order to see his beauty more clearly; the female warrior Finder Bai who betrayed her family, killed her father and brothers, and finally died with her lover for the sake of her lover; the ancient king Li who was lonely all his life. Before his death, Foer requested that his body be cremated, which was considered heresy at the time, just so that his soul could fly up to the sky with the flying smoke to accompany the beautiful stars."

Morris picked up allusions about ancient history and myths at his fingertips and kept talking.

His confident posture had already shaken Donna, but the little witch still had hope in her uncle.

She now has a conflicting mentality. She feels that Morris's theory is attracting her, but she also hopes that Clayton, as a relative, can win. It is always difficult to make a decision.

But the reality turned out to be beyond her expectation.

"Well, you're right," Creighton said to Morris.

He voluntarily admitted defeat.