Chapter 5 2

In the autumn of 1973, there seemed to be something malicious hidden, like a small stone stuck in a shoe, and the mouse could clearly feel it. The short summer of that year disappeared as if sucked away by the unclear atmospheric fluctuations in early September, but the only afterimage of summer remained in the mouse's heart.The old T-shirt, cropped jeans, and beach sandals still wore this attire and came to Jay's Bar, and continued to drink the overly cold beer bit by bit with the bartender Jay sitting behind the bar.Started smoking again for the first time in five years and checked his watch every fifteen minutes.

To the mouse, the flow of time seemed to be cut off suddenly at a certain point. Why did it become like this?The mice couldn't figure it out either.Can't even find the cut.Holding the dead rope in his hand, he wandered in the dimness of early autumn.Across the meadows, across the river, and opened door after door.But the dead rope could not lead him anywhere.Like a fly whose wings have fallen off in winter, like a river facing the ocean, the mouse feels powerless and lonely.Somewhere a bad wind was beginning to blow, and the intimate air that had once surrounded the rat seemed to have blown to the bottom of the earth.

One season opens a door and another season walks in through another.People hurriedly opened the door, hello!Please wait a moment, yelled one more thing I forgot.But there was no one there, and the door was closed.Another season is already sitting in the house, lighting a match and lighting a cigarette.If you forget something, it said, just tell me!Maybe I can deliver a message for you.No, no need, people say that, it’s nothing important.Only the sound of the wind covered the surroundings, nothing remarkable except that a season had died. ◇ It's the same every year, from autumn to winter, rich young people kicked out of college, and lonely Chinese bartenders, just like an elderly couple, spend their days side by side.

Autumn is always a nasty season.A few of his friends who returned home on vacation during the summer couldn't wait for September to come, so they left short farewell words and returned to their own distant hometowns.Around the mouse, although it was only for a short period of time, the aura-like light surrounding it also disappeared.Moreover, the afterimages of the warm dreams were sucked into the bottom layer of the autumn sandy ground like tiny rivers without a trace. On the other hand, autumn is by no means a happy season for Jay.Because after mid-September, the number of customers in the store seems to be decreasing.Although this has been the case in previous years, the depression this autumn is even more shocking.Neither Jay nor Mouse knew the reason.Even when it was closing time, there was still more than half a barrel of peeled potatoes for French fries left.

I'm going to be busy from now on!The mouse comforted Jay.Then the next time you are too busy, you have to complain again. Who knows. Jay sat down heavily on the stool brought into the counter, scraped the cream off the toast with the tip of the ice cube tongs, and said this suspiciously. No one knows what will happen in the future. The mouse was flipping through the book silently, while Jie was wiping the wine bottle and smoking his cigarette butt with blunt fingering. ◇ For the mice, the gradual loss of uniformity in the flow of time began more than three years ago.The spring when I retired from college.

Of course, the mouse had several reasons for leaving the university, and when those reasons reached a certain temperature under the entanglement of each other, the fuse finally exploded with a sound, so some things stayed, some things burst and flew, and some things died. The reasons for giving up college were not explained to anyone.If I had to explain it in detail, I'm afraid it would take five hours.And if you say it to someone, maybe other people will want to hear it, and it will soon come to the point where you have to explain it to the whole world.Just thinking about it, the mouse was already bored from the bottom of his heart.

Because I can't understand the way weeding the courtyard.This is what I say when I have to explain something.To be honest, some girls actually went to observe the grass in the courtyard because of this.It's not that bad either!He said.Although there are some confetti scattered on the grass, but.It's a matter of preference, said the mouse. Neither my side nor the school's side can like each other.I once said that when I felt a little more relaxed.Then stop talking. This was already three years ago. With the passage of time, everything has become the past.That's almost unbelievably fast.And there came a time when the few emotional torrents that had once made him violently ebb and flow faded rapidly, deformed into meaningless ancient dreams.

Mouse left home during his college year and moved into a room in the mansion his father had used as a study.Neither did the parents object.I originally planned to buy it for this son, and I thought it would not be a bad thing to let him live alone. In fact, in anyone's opinion, it can't be regarded as suffering.Just like cantaloupe will not be regarded as green vegetables.The room is really spacious and comfortable, 2DK, two bedrooms and one living room with kitchen, air conditioner, telephone, 17-inch color TV, bathroom with shower shower, a proud underground parking lot, and an ideal and elegant balcony for sunbathing.From the window facing the tallest building in the southeast, you can also overlook the street and the sea as far as the eye can see.As soon as the windows on both sides are opened, the rich fragrance of trees and the chirping of wild birds will blow in with the wind.

The mouse spent the peaceful and quiet afternoon on the rattan chair, closing his eyes casually, and could feel the gentle time flowing past him.For hours, days, weeks, the mouse continued to pass the time like this. Occasionally, he also thought of a few small waves of emotion, rippling in his heart.At that time, the mouse closed its eyes, closed its heart tightly, and waited quietly for the wave to pass.It was the brief twilight hour before evening.After the ups and downs passed, it was as if nothing had happened, and the usual quiet calm visited him again.