Chapter 4 three

The glass windows hung with brilliant raindrops.Outside the rain-dropped glass windows, a neon sign for Lucky Strike cigarettes lights up.The sky was dark, and the red light of the neon lights shone on the crystal raindrops, which turned red.I woke up.headache.Very bitter in the mouth.Very thirsty, looking at the wine bottle on the table, the bottle is empty. (Alcohol is not a good thing, I should stop it. I think.) Turning over, I felt a chill on my cheeks. It turned out that I had already shed tears.My tears also contain 9/563 alcohol.It's an interesting thing.Alcohol itself is that interesting.The world is interesting only when drunk.The reality is ugly when you don't have money for booze.In Hong Kong, there are not many friends who take off their swords and sell wine.

I'm a little hungry and want to go out to eat something.Yi Gulu turned over and got out of bed, turned on the desk lamp, and found that there was still a paragraph of martial arts novels that had not been finished.So remembering the face of the charter woman and the newspaper handyman who came to ask for the manuscript, I immediately felt an indescribable feeling that could not be translated in words.the reality is cruel. (Alcohol is not a good thing either.) Picking up the pen, flying swords and tricks are like vehicles in Central at five o'clock in the afternoon, crowded on the manuscript paper.Who said that flying swords and tricks are deceptive things?Only articles that take people's heads thousands of miles away can be exchanged for money.If you don't have money, you have to go hungry.Without money, there is no alcohol.

Alcohol is not a good thing, but you have to drink it. Without drinking, reality is like a hundred ugly crones babbling all day long. Reality is the ugliest thing in the world.I have to get out and about.The rain has stopped.Are there busy people all over the street?uncertain.Some busy people can't resist the temptation of the window, and their eyes are wide open like bells. (The gelatinous mannequins in the window are so beautiful that one wishes they were real. Rod Stering wrote a TV script about a gelatinous mannequin who gets a vacation and comes back forgetting that he is a mannequin without flesh and blood My son. I once saw the visualization of this script in "Beautiful Reflection" and thought it was beautiful. A rare and terrifying beauty.) So I also developed the habit of looking at the window, even if I have no intention of hiding in the In the emptiness and mistyness, there are often hopeless hopes.Then, Wen Xiang came from nowhere, and a pair of eyes shining like diamonds suddenly appeared on the glass window.

Have a cup of coffee?Zhang Lili said. Just want to drink. Then there was a smile as shallow as a swallow's water, very flattering.When going upstairs, there is a sense of elegance in every step.This department store has a Japanese name.On its second floor, there is a tea hall for drinking coffee; there is also a restaurant for drinking.The light is hidden behind the lampshade like a thief. In the dark and misty, romantic nostalgia will be produced without courage.I have dreamed of her more than once.One last time, he threw the money in her face.I laughed, as if neither the dream last night nor the reality at this moment should happen.

I often thought that I was bewitched by some kind of demon, and I took a sip of wine to understand the source of my confusion. Her eyes are modern.But she has a stone age mind.The eye sockets are painted in a caricature color, and the teeth that are too neat lose their real feeling.From her eyes, I see the potential power of this world. I'm afraid.I become a loser.One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, I still can't get up. In front of Zhang Lili, I will always be a loser. In front of Zhang Lili, my feelings were dismembered. In front of Zhang Lili, I had to hide my embarrassment.

In front of Zhang Lili, I was like a primary school student meeting a violent teacher. In front of Zhang Lili, I raised the white flag. Her smile and her eyes and her teeth and her hair and her thoughts and her conversation and her smoking pose and her mouth with orange lipstick All weapons! Emotions are like birds with broken wings, which have the intention to escape but cannot.She asks nothing of me; I have hopeless hopes of her.She knew that I was poor, so she said that she bought dragon darts, flying phoenixes, and artificial satellites on Monday. After passing three levels, she didn't win much, but finally won.

I am not envious of this, I just raised my glass and drank the wine in one gulp.She also raised her glass, took a sip of the wine, and suddenly changed the subject: Have you found a job? Still selling manuscripts. Writing is hard work. It's better than starving. There is a job in front of you, I don't know if you are willing to do it. What job? Catch the yellow-footed chicken. Do not understand what you mean. I know a spinning mill owner who is very rich, extremely reserved and honest, and doesn't usually go out for a walk.Since getting to know me, he often sneaks up to me during office hours.

Still don't understand what you mean. I'm going to set a date, ask him to the hotel, and then you walk in at the right moment, and take a picture before it's ready! It's a dirty trick learned from the movies. As long as there is money to take, be mean or not. In other words, you want me to blackmail him as a photographer. No, I want you to blackmail him as a husband. You want me to be your husband in name? Not bad at all. I asked the waiter for another glass of wine.Zhang Lili said I shouldn't drink so much; but I don't want to face the ugly reality.I didn't make any decisions, just drank the brandy, and when I was three times tipsy, she settled the bill and paid.Before leaving, she said:

If you'd like to do this, give me a call.