Chapter 36 thirty five

Strange, how could I see such a messy red?I asked. The answer is: You had a dream. It was not Yang Lu standing by the bed; it was a nurse in white. she is laughing.She has a lovely smile.I don't know her; don't know where she lies.The sun was shining brightly from the window onto my bed.I have a question in my mind, I just think her smile is very cute. What about Yang Lu?I asked. who? The woman I was drinking with. Sorry, I don't know either, the nurse said. How can I lie here? The police sent you here. police? You are hurt. How can I get hurt? Someone breaks your head with a wine bottle.

who? I am not sure as well. It must be Yang Lu.right!It must be Yang Lu!I had a drink with her at a Dongjiang restaurant last night.But why did she hit me with a bottle? Last night, the doctor sewed you a few stitches, and you still need to rest well. Please bring me a copy of today's daily newspaper, just read it for five minutes. The nurse thought for a while, then turned and walked out of the ward.After a while, a daily newspaper was brought. The Hong Kong news edition has a side story with the headline: Dancing girl Yang Lu shows her masculinity, a wine bottle smashes a dancer's head.

The content reads: At around 8:00 last night, the dancer Yang Lu and a suitor with four eyes had dinner in a restaurant and drank foreign wine. At first she was laughing and laughing, but then she turned back and said, at last Yang Lu suddenly held up the wine bottle and angrily hit the dancer. .The dancer couldn't dodge it in time, and his head was broken and bloody, and his appearance was horrific.The people in the store called the police, took Yang Lu into the police station, and called an ambulance to send the dancer to the hospital for treatment.Afterwards, according to the person in the restaurant: the two had a quarrel after they were drunk, and the reason is unknown.

(Alcohol is not a good thing, you must stop it, I think. But I don’t know what punishment Yang Lu will receive after being dragged into the police station? Yang Lu is a good person, she beat me with a wine bottle, of course there is no reason. As long as there is a reason , I have to forgive her. However, she injured me with a wine bottle, will the police forgive her? I should leave the hospital immediately and go to the police station to explain everything, so as to alleviate Yang Lu’s crime. Last night Yang Lu drank Quite a few, must have been drunk too, otherwise, such a thing would never have happened. She is a good person, although she has decided to marry another man. I don't understand why she smashed my head with a wine bottle, I believe it will not No reason.)

I lay in the hospital for several days, unable to write serial novels.After I was discharged from the hospital, the person in charge of a newspaper gave me a warning, saying that in the future I would never cut off the manuscript, even if I was sick in the hospital. This is the tragedy of professional writers. In Hong Kong, a professional writer must regard himself as a writing machine.If you write seven serials for seven newspapers every day, whether it is martial arts, essays, legends, or new stories, this machine will have to squeeze out 7,000 words to complete a day's work. Humans are different from machines.

People have feelings. But to be a professional writer in Hong Kong, one must regard oneself as a machine.When you are in a bad mood, write.When you fall ill, write.When you can't write, write.Write when there is something important to do. In Hong Kong, everything is top-grade, but reading is low.If the article wants to rank among the commodities, it has no choice but to ignore the value, but ask for the price. How can people not get sick if machines fail one day?In Hong Kong, as a professional writer, you don't even have the freedom to get sick.I was very angry and resolutely told the person in charge of the newspaper that I would not continue to write for them.

he laughed.The laughter was loud.I walked out of the newspaper angrily, and the first thing I thought of was drinking. I'm going to drink, I'm going to drink, I'm going to drink more.Laughter is like four walls, surrounding me, making it impossible for me to adapt to the current situation with reason.I drank some wine in a restaurant; then exchanged words with a taxi driver and met a pair of bright diamond eyes. You're drunk again, she said. Not drunk, I said. Maybe you're not drunk yet, but you can't drink any more. Why? Because I'm going to take you somewhere.

do what? My daughter would love to meet you. You mean: you're going to introduce your daughter to me? That's exactly what it means. How much? three hundred. I don't have a winning ticket yet. she laughed.The blood-red lips reflected the sallow teeth. (She shouldn't be smoking so much, I think.) Suddenly felt dizzy, the floor became the ceiling.Somebody scolded me loudly, the world is like a kaleidoscope.I laugh.She also laughs.Then I saw a very young girl, not more than fourteen years old, younger than Sima Li and Yang Lu.I didn't dare to look into those eyes full of fear, and I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart. I wanted to leave, but that mistress stopped me.

I have no money, I said. Don't think she is young, she can make you happy. I know; but I don't have that much money. how much do you have? I took all the money out of my pocket, seventy or eighty yuan.She snatched it away, walked out of the room quickly, and closed the door.I got goosebumps all over my body, but I don't know why.The little girl sat upright on the edge of the bed with her head bowed, like a bride in an old-fashioned marriage.Embarrassed.The air seemed to freeze. how old are you?I asked. twenty. (A lie! What a poor lie! I thought.) Do you often do this kind of thing?

This is the first time. (A lie! What a poor lie! I thought.) Would you like to do this? My father was ill and had no money to buy medicine. I turned around, opened the door, and galloped out like a runaway horse.I fell down and was picked up by two kind passers-by.I felt as if I had been punched by someone, and it hurt a lot. (This is a world where people eat people! This is an ugly world! This is a world where only beasts can live! This is a terrible world! This is a world without reason!) Articles become commodities. Love becomes a commodity. Girls' chastity has also become a commodity.

That shameless mistress, knowing that men don't like her wrinkled belly like a map, realized that the magnetic force disappeared, and locked a half-drunk man and her daughter in a wooden room. (Maybe it's not the first time, I thought. Maybe this girl has syphilis. How sad, an underage syphilis.) The sudden awakening is like the lights suddenly coming on at the end of the play.Alcohol is not a bridge from reality.When reality is too ugly to face, there is no difference between wine and water.That pair of poor eyes, like the stars in the dark night, are covered by dark clouds.In this evil concentration camp, girls are forced to use primitive capital. a street.All that come and go are beasts.Laughter will not drill into one's ears, and no one can find himself in the mirror. Except for the dumb yelling, it turned out to be the result of the horse racing period. Surrounded by unpleasant things, like the stems of climbing plants, entangled in my feelings.Want to escape; have nowhere to go.Finally, when I found that I was lying on my own bed, Mrs. Lei whispered a series of questions in my ear, like a sparrow just locked in a cage.I have too many mysteries, and I try to solve them, and the result is more confused. I cry. Mrs. Lei also cried with me. So I laughed with tears in my eyes, thinking that the old lady was really funny.When she spoke, her voice was so weak that it made people listen to her, and she felt like a dying candle flickering in the wind. Then she laughed too.Also in tears. Let me rest quietly, I said. She told me a few words and left.Before leaving, there was still an anxious expression on his face. It looked like a mother who accidentally saw her son who was injured suddenly. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a bottle of Dettol in the bathroom. It was a fleeting idea, turning off the lights, longing to enter someone else's dream. I don't know what's the point of continuing to live?But among ten living people, at least nine do not want to seek the meaning of existence.Why should I bother myself, life is a lie from the mouth of God.