Chapter 23 twenty two

The long needle of the sewing machine, trying to sew together the thoughts in the head.This is the feeling you must have when you are drunk. Although it is uncomfortable, you are used to it.Turning over and getting out of bed, a blur appeared in front of my eyes, confused by the split of the half aperture. (I should quit drinking, I think.) Pulling back the blinds, it turned out to be a cloudy morning.Mouth is very bitter, just do not want to eat.An inexplicable melancholy, like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle, made me feel inexplicably troubled.The weather has turned cold, and the old padded jacket must be taken out.Hong Kong people like this special attire when it comes to winter: a short padded jacket, suit pants, leather shoes, unbuttoned collar to reveal a snow-white suit shirt, and often a fancy and brightly colored tie.When I went to Nanyang, I had already transferred my winter suits and coats to others.After I came back, I had no money to make a new one, so I bought this old padded jacket in Xihuan and survived several winters.Winter in Hong Kong is much more lovely than summer. It is said to be cold, but it never snows.As a tourist from the north, I have a special fondness for the winter in Hong Kong.So I made a phone call to Zhang Lili.The late-rising woman threw a tantrum at the sound of my voice, saying she had attended a New Year's Eve party last night and hadn't been home until dawn.I wanted to borrow some money from her, but I didn't have the courage to ask, so I hung up the phone.I sighed, and when I was feeling bored, someone knocked on the door lightly.Opening the door, it turned out to be Mrs. Lei, holding a bowl of pork liver porridge in her hand, saying that it had just been cooked and should be eaten while it was still hot.I don't want to eat it, but there are crystal tears in her eyes.she says:

Xinmin, why are you still so stubborn.This pork liver porridge is very beneficial. I listened to my mother and ate it. (Poor old man, I thought. She thought of me as her son. Actually, I am not so pitiful myself, single, parasitic on this small island, turned into a drunkard, trying to escape reality, but must face the reality.) I ate a bowl of pork liver porridge. I ate a bowl warm. It was a handout from a mentally ill person, but it gave me the feeling of regaining a lost thing. When I opened the newspaper, I realized that it was a horse racing day. I really needed a little excitement, but excitement is also a luxury in Hong Kong.

In the Hong Kong news edition, I saw a lace news: a seventeen-year-old girl had sex with a forty-two-year-old middle-aged man. Her parents were very angry and arrested the middle-aged man to the police station.The girl was very dissatisfied with this, and actually went to the newspaper to publish a notice announcing her separation from the family.The newspaper authorities saw that she had not yet reached the legal age and refused to accept her. This girl is Sima Li. I sighed and suddenly thought of Elvis Presley, Twist, James Dean, Sagan's novels, West Indies sunsets, Nestle hairstyles, New Age disease, subtropical climates

Throwing the newspaper on the table, lighting a cigarette, taking two puffs, and extinguishing the long cigarette butt in the ashtray. After a while, I found that the relationship had hit a dead end.Standing at the corner of Yee Wo Street.It was a lively place.Even in the morning, it was crowded with pedestrians coming and going.There was a long queue of cars, and horse fans wanted to arrive at Happy Valley earlier. I do not have money. Go to Lili's house.Lili just stood up, her unpowdered face was still extremely charming. How much?she asked. three hundred. She stopped talking, stood up, walked into the bedroom, and gave me three hundred dollars.

The restaurant at the horse farm is particularly crowded. After finding a vacant seat, I found a pair of familiar eyes sitting next to me. That is Yang Lu. Reflected by the sunlight, this absurd kitten has a poisonous charm.I like her smile because it reveals the secret of youth. I'll be waiting for you at Meishi at a quarter past six, she said. Where's your boyfriend? Of course I can get rid of him. Yang Lu told me her story. Yang Lu has a father who is addicted to gambling. Yang Lu has a mother who suffers from hemiplegia. Yang Lu has two younger brothers and two younger sisters.

Yang Lu's father lost 500 yuan at the gambling table and couldn't pay. He wrote an IOU on the spot and gave it to someone else, but he couldn't pay off the debt. He had to listen to the charter woman's advice and force Yang Lu to work as a dancing girl. Yang Lu doesn't know how to dance, so she goes to dance academy to learn. Yang Lu hasn't learned how to slow down four steps, she is no longer a girl.The dancer was a pervert, so he put some powder like Spanish fly in the coffee and asked Yang Lu to drink it. Yang Lu was very angry, but the uncooked rice had already been cooked.When Yang Lu learned to waltz, the dance instructor was seducing other girls again.

When Yang Lu went into the sea, there was no flower card. Yang Lu is young.Many older dancers like to get back their lost youth from her. Yang Lu made a lot of money, but had no savings at all.Her father gambled more fiercely than before. He gambled on Tianjiu, mahjong, horse racing, thirteen cards, and sand crab.When Yang Lu's income was the best, her father went to Macau. Yang Lu's mother often cried, saying that she was unlucky to marry such a useless husband. Yang Lu's younger siblings also often cry, saying that others have good things to eat and play, but they don't.

Yang Lu doesn't like to see her mother cry; she also doesn't like to see her younger brothers and sisters cry.Therefore, it is often late.If there are old dancers who want to regain their lost youth, Yang Lu will not refuse. Yang Lu is such a dancing girl.From the outside, she will not be more than sixteen years old, but she has an old heart. Yang Lu also has desires and demands. Yang Lu hated young men just as much as she hated old people.She likes middle-aged people, middle-aged people like me. Yang Lu remembered very clearly the scene when we first met.She remembers every word I ever said to her.She said she liked listening to me talk.

Yang Lu asked the waiter for a glass of brandy; and asked me to drink a few more.It seems that she, Yang Lu, wants to fight wine with me. Yang Lu wants to have a wine fight with me.Of course I won't say no. Yang Lu's drinking capacity is not commensurate with her age.As she drank more, her laughter grew louder. Yang Lu is such a dancing girl. (Yang Lu and Sima Li, two precocious girls, I think. But there are significant differences in essence. Yang Lu is an insulted and damaged person; Sima Li is a self-destructive person. I can hate Sima Li, But I have to sympathize with Yang Lu. If Yang Lu tries to take me as an object of revenge, I should let her vent.)

a cup.two cups.three cups. The eyes are two pieces of frosted glass, behind which desire wriggles.Desire is like splitting atoms, dancing waist-twisting dance in infinite space.An apple that has not yet turned red, and the bitter sour taste contains three percent cough suppressants. (Her skin must be very fair and tender. I think. She can't be more than sixteen; it's just that the eye circles are too dark.) When she smokes, I seem to see a lewd picture.I don't know if this is the beginning of the story, or the end of the story.A fire burns in me; the kitten, afraid of absurdity, sees what's on my mind.

Two more glasses of Matilda. The eyes turned into two pools of still water, and suddenly ripples appeared.I don't know if it is joy; or sorrow. Withered petals, dew makes it grow again. A defeated fighter, sunshine bred his confidence.The hallucination of winter night appears when wine dances waltz with New Year's Day.she laughs.I laughed too.Then we enjoy the hustle and bustle in a nightclub in Causeway Bay. Standing on the dance floor, this absurd kitten said a lot of bold things. She is a snake. My fingers were like thieves stealing secrets from her.She was thin, with a high spine. Thought is stunned by the beating of the drum, and only desire dances.I looked at her greedily, and found that the round face wearing the floral paper hat had a strong sense of mythology. A pure smile with the cunning of a snake. I had to ask for answers to my questions and each drank a glass of wine.When we were in an apartment room, she spat chewing gum from her own mouth in my mouth.She laughed mischievously; but I don't find her childish anymore.I am a thinking beast, and my thoughts are extremely chaotic.Among the many mixed thoughts, one thought suddenly overcame everything: I was eager to be a hero to a sixteen-year-old girl.