Chapter 18 seventeen

The wine cabinet is full of wine bottles. For charter women, this is bait.If all the fish were stupid, the fisherman would never be disappointed.That night, the radio was broadcasting Frankie.Lan sang "Woman in Love", I opened the door and said to her: I'm moving. she cries. The mouth is bent into an arc, which is ugly.The boy named Wang Shi was a little confused, raised his head, and asked: Mom, why are you crying? The mother didn't speak, and Wang Shi also cried. The mother stroked Wang Shi's head with her hands, and tears rolled down her cheeks and onto her clothes.

Wang Shi's tears also slid down his cheeks and fell on his clothes.I don't want to see women cry; I don't want to see boys cry.Must go outside for a walk.Saying that Hong Kong is the most beautiful at night is a secular view.The neon lights shoot out so many colors that the passers-by rubbing their shoulders smell the burning smell.Is it emotionally burned; or is it a dream?Cars fly like arrows on the asphalt; tired rich people are eager to find leisure in their slippers.I am homeless and just want to buy paralysis.After walking into a dance hall, I no longer remember Mahomet's exhortations.My mind was lost in the dark.Why is this ballroom so dark?Ballrooms are concentration camps of iniquity.Every dancer has two dirty hands.

Then I saw a pair of childish eyes painted with dark circles. (A girl, I think. Her smoking stance, though sophisticated, does not conceal her innocence.) not dancing?she asked. Can't jump. Used to go to the ballroom? Today is the first time. Lovelorn, she said. How do you see it? Only those who are broken in love have such courage. It takes courage to enter the ballroom? It's not without reason that I entered the ballroom alone for the first time. Unexpectedly, the tip of her tongue smelled too strong of tobacco.Darkness is a concentration camp of sin.The repeated exchange of alcohol and the smell of tobacco leaves.Two absurd souls kneaded together like dough.I have a kitten in my arms.

What is your name? Yang Lu. How long have you been in the sea? two months. Not afraid of men's madness? As long as the crazy man is willing to pay, he is not afraid. I was getting scared. What are you afraid of? Afraid that a tame kitten has a heart of snakes and scorpions. she laughs.She smiled childishly, although her eye circles were painted black.I took out my bill and bought five clocks.she asked: Won't you take me out of the street? Just had three glasses of wine. What does it have to do with wine? If you drink ten glasses of whiskey, I will definitely buy a clock to take you out of the street.

You are an interesting man, she said. You are a fun girl. I am not a girl. I'll know when I've downed ten whiskeys. Leaving the ballroom, both physically and mentally exhausted, thinking of what happened just now, is like having a nightmare.When I got home, the living room was deserted, only the clock was still counting the loneliness.Guessing, the charter woman and her son must have fallen asleep.He took out the key, turned it around, and found that the door was ajar and not locked.Pushing the door open, I reached out to turn on the light as usual, and was surprised to see the charterer lying on my bed. (Snake's sleeping position, I think.) I crept over to the bed and looked closely, she was fast asleep.

Reaching out and shaking her shoulder, she woke up. Why sleep in my bed?I asked. Her smile is like a drunken flower.There was a puzzled light in the eyes that had just seen strange things from the dream. Why sleep in my bed?I asked. She giggled like a silver bell.Then I smelled a pungent alcohol smell, quite surprised. Why sleep in my bed?I asked. She unbuttoned her pajamas, trying to grab my sanity with her round maturity. I turned around and left resolutely. Walking around the long street at midnight, watching the colorful neon lights go out one after another.The last tram has just sped past the track.There was a crisp drunken laughter coming from the entrance of the nightclub.I wanted to drink some wine, and when I crossed the road, I was amazed at the loud sound of leather shoes, and my heart felt like a deer bumping.Then surrounded by a lively atmosphere.A mixture of wine, song, and women, the sound of leather drums captures the excitement in the green smoke.When the waiter brought the wine for the third time, I saw a pair of familiar eyes.

It's you?Sima Li asked. Yes. one person? I often come here alone. Dance? Won't. Why come here if you can't dance? drink wine. Buy me a drink? no please. Why so stingy? At your age, you shouldn't even smoke cigarettes. Do you remember? What? If I hadn't made up my mind, I would have been a mother! As she spoke, she asked the waiter for a martini.Then she asked me a few questions.She asked me where I lived; I said I was moving.She asked me if I would still write martial arts novels, and I said no.She asked me if I had found a good girlfriend, and I said no.She asked me if I liked drinking as much as I used to, and I said I was less drunk.Finally, when talking about Sima and his wife, she said:

Went to Macau to gamble. Sima Li is a girl with a special personality, like a typo in a postage stamp, which is not easy to see.When she laughs, she laughs very loudly.When she smokes, she looks like a world-weary old whore.Now that her parents have gone to Macau, her excitement is no different from that of a bird that just flew out of the cage. A rose in full bloom is not afraid of showers? Three martinis breed guts. She pulled me onto the dance floor.I can't jump.We stood among the crowd, hugging each other.I don't know what force it is; maybe it's the sensual wind that's blowing us together.For the first time, I tasted the taste of dancing together and got another kind of intoxication. I couldn't tell whether Sima Li in my arms was a cat or a snake?

In the intoxication, I didn't notice when those who had a midnight snack left.It was two o'clock in the morning when the band played the last song. to my house?she asked. No. to your house?she asked. No. Take this overgrown girl out of the nightclub and stroll along the sidewalk.I don't have a destination in mind, I just don't want to go home.The air is free, and the darkness also breeds courage; but I am only half drunk, and have no intention of defrauding the sincerity of my little girl with fake love. Everything is beautiful as long as there are no dirty thoughts. Sima Li's eyes were burning with fanaticism. (A seventeen-year-old desire is older than a pine tree.) I shivered, thinking it was the sea breeze, but it was emotional.

The sea is beautiful.The Wanjia lights in Kowloon are beautiful.Ships at sea are beautiful.Sima Li is also very beautiful. (But her desire is neurotic, I thought. What can I get from her? What can she get from me?) She doesn't look like a lonely girl, but her performance is more terrifying than a lonely mistress. It's getting late, I said.send you home? OK Her openness surprised me, but I couldn't ask for an explanation. Sitting in the carriage, I realized that she had misunderstood me.I couldn't tell her; it was a fruitless flower, and I had to keep my cool.She has become a beautiful beast who likes to have love as a picnic.I don't want to make bad luck appointments to the devil, but I hope the evening wind keeps blowing my mind.Night is evil; but night wind is the purest.

When I arrived at the door of Sima's house, Sima Li ordered me to get out of the car.I made a cross in my heart and stepped out of the carriage. The east was pale with fish belly, and Sima Li's soft brown hair was messed up by the morning wind.I was a little scared, and stood at the door and hesitated. No one was home, she said. It's almost dawn and I want to go home. Go in for a drink. Don't want to drink anymore. She was very angry, with anger shooting out of her eyes, she turned around, took out the key from her handbag, opened the door, walked in, and closed the door with a bang. (A New Age patient, I think.) (Me too.) With his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked aimlessly on the sidewalk with even steps. Sit in the big pai stall, eat a bowl of jidi porridge, and the orange-red morning glow has appeared in the eastern sky.The workers all go to the ferry terminal, and the breeze brings the smell of fish from the market. (All four women are New Age patients, I think.) I decided to move. I decided to concentrate on "Avant-Garde Literature". Back home, only Wang Shi was sitting in the living room sobbing. Why are you crying again? Grandma was carried to the hospital by them. Why? She drank half a bottle of detox.