“What is art? You may ask. Well, It’s not something I can explain.”
“All sound pretty much like a bourgeois lifestyle of KMT offi cers, with a promiscuous concubine in some TV shows,” Mei jeered, drying her face with small thrillings of defi ance.
“You know nothing.”
“Enough of this bullshit. Enough of your day dream. Enough of slighting me as though I am nothing. Enough!”
“You think I’m crazy?”
“You are terribly poisoned by the dream, the movie, the God. Wake up! The debts are piled like mountains. You went to jail before. You were just threatened with death. Don’t you remember that? Your dream will lead you nowhere but hell. Your dream is unrealistic. That movie is skeptical. Wake up!”