Chapter 6 female gossip

I heard that the Fijians are cruel by nature, even if they dislike their beloved wife, they will kill them without saying a word, and then eat her flesh.I also heard that when Tasmanians die, even their sons are buried with them, and their hearts are calm and their faces remain unchanged.What is even more exaggerated is that there is an aboriginal tribe in Australia. When their wife died, they transported her to the mountains, removed the fat from her body, and used them as bait for fishing. Publishing dead novels in that magazine called "Wakasa" is not for fun, to be different, or to prove that you don't care about your readers.Because I believe that this kind of novel can also please young readers.I know that young readers in today's society are surprisingly old.So a novel like this should be easily accepted, a novel written for people who have lost hope.

On February 26 this year, in Tokyo, young generals and academies made trouble.On this day, my guests and I chatted around the long fire bowl, completely unaware of what happened, and the topic of the two of them revolved around women's pajamas. (①Here refers to the February 26 incident, which was initiated on February 26, 1936 (the 11th year of Showa), by young army generals and schools influenced by the Emperor's sect, in order to realize the emperor's claim of being in charge. A failed coup.) I still don't quite understand, let's talk about it specifically, the realistic brushwork.When referring to women, this style of writing is still the most suitable.Don't you think pajamas or long shirts look better?

If there is such a woman, there is no need to seek death.We explore each other's hidden thoughts, trying to find out the ideal image of a woman that the other yearns for.The client wanted to find a weak concubine of twenty-seven or eight years old. She rented a room on the second floor of a store in a corner of Xiangdao, and brought her five-year-old child without a father to live together.He once held a firework party in Sichuan, went to a woman’s place to play, and drew a picture for her five-year-old daughter. He drew a big circle, carefully filled the center with a bright yellow crayon, and then told the little girl that it was a full moon.The little girl's mother was wearing a light aqua blue cotton pajamas with a thin belt in the pattern of vines.After the guest finished speaking, he asked about the women I like.When asked by him, I had no choice but to speak out. (②One of the traditional festivals in Tokyo. In the Edo period, there was a custom of boating on the Sumida River in summer, called Chuanliang, which lasted for three months from May 28 of the lunar calendar. The first day of opening was called Chuankai, according to In the past, a fireworks display will be held in Ryogoku on this day, so it is also called Ryogoku Fireworks.)

I don't want shrunken cotton, it's scruffy and crepey to the touch.Although we are not such positive people. How about two-piece pajamas? Not to mention, it's not the same whether you wear it or not.It's like a cartoon if you only put on the top. So, is cotton better? No, preferably a freshly laundered men's bathrobe.The straight grain of the thick line, the belt is made of a thin belt of the same fabric, and it is tied in the front like a judo uniform.That's like a hotel yukata, that's nice.It makes people look a little juvenile, isn't such a woman very pure and sexy?

I see.Although you always say you are tired, you are actually living a luxurious life.Just like people often say: the most gorgeous ceremony is a funeral, which means the same thing, you are really lecherous in your demands on women, what about hairstyles? Japanese bun, I don't like it.It's terribly oily and a hassle to deal with.The shape is also very strange. Look at that!What do you think of the no-frills Western hairstyle?She's an actress, and the female star who used to be exclusive to the imperial drama ③ doesn't look bad. (③Refers to the Imperial Theater, the first European-style theater in Japan. It was jointly established by industrialists Shibusawa Eiichi and Okura Kihachiro. It officially opened in 1911 and is located in Marunouchi, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.)

Nope.Female celebrities can only put on airs, I don't like it. Don't make fun of people all the time, I'm telling you the truth. That's right.I didn't even think of it as a game.Love is life at stake.I don't take it too naively. I still don't understand.How about adopting realism and try traveling?Use imagination to let women try to do all kinds of things, maybe you can realize something by accident. However, she is not very proactive.It was like a quiet woman asleep. You can't be passive all the time.In this case, we have to talk about it seriously.First of all, how about putting her in a yukata of your favorite kind of hotel?

So why not start the journey from Tokyo Station. Okay, okay, first make an appointment with her to meet at Tokyo Station. The night before, I just told her to travel together, and waited for her to nod in agreement.I will wait for you at Tokyo Station at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and she nodded again.Such a simple convention. Wait a minute, wait a minute.Who is the opponent?Could it be a female writer? No, not women writers, they judge me very negatively.She is a female painter who feels a little tired of life.Didn't you hear that some female painters are very rich? Not all the same.

That's right.It appears that only geisha are left to qualify.In short, women who are no longer afraid of facing men are better. Did you have sex with her before the trip? It seems that there is, and it seems that there is no.Even if there is a meeting, the memory is as vague as a dream.Meet no more than three times a year. Decided where to travel? Starting from Tokyo, it can be reached in two or three hours.The hot springs on the mountain are nice. Don't be too happy.That woman hasn't arrived at Tokyo Station yet. The day before the departure, I asked her out as if joking, thinking that she was unlikely to come, so I still went to Tokyo Station with suspicion.If she doesn't come, I'll go alone, but I still waited until the last five minutes.

Luggage? A small suitcase.At the very moment when it was five minutes before two o'clock, I suddenly turned around. The woman stood there smiling. No, she wasn't smiling.With a serious expression on his face, he whispered to me that I was late. She helped you with your luggage without saying a word. No, no need to bother.I rejected her outright. Is it a blue ticket? I don't know if it is a first-class car or a third-class car.It should be the third class car. Get on the train. I invited the woman to the compartment of the dining car. There was nothing unpleasant about the white cloth on the table, the flowers on the table, and the scenery passing by the window.I drank beer in a daze alone.

You also invite her for a beer. No, I didn't invite her.I offered her an apple cider. Is it summer? No, it's autumn. Are you just sitting there like this? I say thank you to her.These words sounded very sincere even to my ears.And then sat there alone intoxicated. Arrived at the hotel.It's already evening. Just when I was about to take a bath, the main event came. Of course not together?How should this be done? No matter what, it is impossible to take a bath together.I had to wash first, and after soaking in the bath, I went back to the room.That woman is about to change her bathrobe.

Let me talk about it first.If it's wrong, you have to tell me.I can roughly guess 80 to 90%.You sit on a wicker chair in the corridor outside your room, smoking a cigarette.I smoked the camel brand cigarettes I bought with all my heart, and watched the sunset shine on the red leaves all over the mountain.After a while, the woman came back from the bath, spread out her towels to dry on the railing of the corridor outside, then quietly stood behind you, watching the same scenery with you docilely.She wanted to experience the beauty you felt from the same movement, and it lasted for five minutes. No, one minute is enough.If it takes five minutes, the atmosphere will be very tense. Dinner has arrived.There is wine in it, do you want to drink it? wait a moment.Except at Tokyo Station, the woman said that I was late, and then said nothing.She should have said a few more words. No, if you talk nonsense here, all previous efforts will be wasted. That's it.Then, entering the guest room silently, and sitting side by side in front of the meal, it feels strange. Not at all.You and the waitress have something to say first, and that's it. No, not like that.The waitress was invited back by her.She said to her in a low voice and clearly: I will just come.This sentence came out of nowhere. That's right, such a considerate woman. Then, clumsily like a boy, poured my wine.A serious look.Afterwards, she held the jug in her left hand and spread the evening newspaper on the tatami mat, while resting on the tatami mat with her right hand, she read the evening paper there. News of the flooding of the Kamo River was published in the evening papers. wrong.A little color of the times is needed here to embellish.The fire at the zoo was better reported, where nearly a hundred monkeys were burned alive in their cages. It's so tragic.Or is it not more natural to read the edition of Fortune Forward? I put down the wine and told her to eat.Then two people eat together.There are also scrambled eggs, so it will not be too shabby.I suddenly remembered something, dropped the chopsticks, turned to the desk, took out the manuscript paper from the suitcase, and immediately began to write rustlingly on the manuscript paper. what does that mean? This is my Achilles' heel.If I don't put on a show, I don't know how I can get off the stage.Like karma or something.I felt extremely depressed. Started to feel overwhelmed. There is nothing to write, so I have to write the forty-seven characters of "Irobo Song" ④ in order.Copying it over and over again, I said to the woman, I suddenly remembered a very urgent job, and I want to sort it out before I forget it. During this time, you might as well go shopping around the town.It's a quiet, nice town. (④The Iroha song is a poem that was eulogized in the late Heian period. The pseudonyms used must not be repeated. Later, it evolved into the seven-five-tone rhythm of today’s Japanese waka, with a total of forty-seven characters. The full text is as follows:   Withering, who can last forever in the world, today climbing high mountains, drunkenness, dreams, and death are no longer there. The concept of the poem comes from a Buddhist verse in the "Nirvana Sutra": All things are impermanent, and they are the law of birth and death. .) The atmosphere has been destroyed.There is no other way.She responded, changed her clothes and walked out of the room. I immediately threw away the pen and paper, lay down on the tatami, and looked around in a panic. I saw the fortune column of the evening paper, which said that it is not advisable to travel when Mercury is white. Lighting up a three-dollar Camel cigarette gives me a little extravagant sense of happiness.I feel cute. At this time, the maid came in quietly and asked me: How many beds do I want to make? I jumped up from the floor and happily answered her: two.After I finished speaking, I suddenly wanted to drink, but I resisted drinking. It's almost time to call her back. Not yet, seeing the waitress walk away, I started to do a strange thing. Could it be that he wanted to escape? It is counting money.There are three ten-dollar bills, and two or three coins. should be enough.When she comes back, pretend to be working again. Is it too early to come back?she asked in a low voice, somewhat nervous. Don't answer for now, and say to her while writing the manuscript: Leave me alone, go to sleep first.Take some order.The flowers were blooming and fragrant, and I copied word by word on the manuscript paper. She said behind her back: I'm going to bed first. After writing it, it will wither, and then write about drunken life and dreamy death.Then tear up the manuscript paper. You are going crazy. I'm helpless. Don't go to bed yet? I'm going to the bathhouse. Because it feels a little cold. certainly not.It's because I feel a little flustered.After soaking like an idiot in the bathhouse for nearly an hour, when I crawled out of the water, my whole body was steaming like a ghost.Back in the room, the woman was already asleep.The paper lamp next to the pillow was still on. Is that girl already asleep? Still asleep, eyes wide open.His face was pale, his lips were tightly closed, and he looked at the ceiling.After I swallowed the sleeping pills, I got back under the covers. Her bed? No, I fell asleep for five minutes, and I suddenly got up, no, I jumped out of bed. Tears in your eyes? No, it's anger.I stood up and looked in the woman's direction.Her body stiffened and she huddled under the blanket.I was content to see her like that.So I took out the sneer book written by He Feng⑤ from the suitcase, and got back under the covers.Then he turned his back to the woman and read the book without distraction. (⑤ Kafu Nagai, a master of Japanese aestheticism literature.) Isn't He Feng too stale? Otherwise, it's better to change to the Bible. I can understand how you feel. What do you think of some popular readers? You don't know, this book is very important.Think again.Books like ghost stories are also good.Can't figure it out, can you?Pascal ⑥'s "Meditations" is also good, Sato Haruo ⑦'s collection of poems is too modern, seems to have some suggestive meaning? (⑥Blaise Pascal, French mathematician, physicist and philosopher. The book "Meditations" has profoundly influenced the romanticism, intuitionism and existentialism of later generations. ⑦ Haruo Sato, Japanese novelist and poet.) With it, my only collection of creations. At this time, the atmosphere became very heavy. Start reading from the preface.Read it back and forth.But there is only one voice in my heart, God!Quickly save me! Does that woman have a husband? There seemed to be the sound of running water coming from behind.Creepy.The sound was subtle, but it felt like my spine was on fire.The woman turned over with a small movement. So, what happened? I said to her, let's die together.The girl also agreed enough.This is no fantasy! The guest's guess was correct.The next afternoon right after that, I died in love with that girl.She is neither a geisha nor a painter, but a maid from a poor family who has helped my family since childhood. The girl just turned over and was killed like that.I was lucky to escape.This was seven years ago, and I am still alive.