Chapter 9 6

The woman closes the bathroom door, and the shower can be heard. The mouse got up and sat on the bed sheet. Before he could calm down, he put a cigarette in his mouth and started looking for a lighter.Not on the table, not in the trouser pocket.Not even a match.There was nothing in the woman's purse to start a fire.I had no choice but to turn on the light in the room, fumbled out an old paper match with the name of the restaurant printed on it from the corner of the desk drawer, and lit the cigarette. On the rattan chair by the window, her silk stockings and underwear were neatly folded, and on the back of the chair was a delicately sewn mustard yellow dress.The table by the bed was lined with not-so-new but well-maintained Baggageli shoulder bags and small watches.

The mouse sat down on the rattan chair opposite, staring out the window in a trance with a cigarette in his mouth. From his apartment built on the mountainside, he can clearly see the people's work scattered in the darkness.Sometimes the mouse puts its hands on its hips, like a golfer standing on a downhill fairway, and can spend hours concentrating on the view.While looking at the scattered lights of people on the hillside, he walked slowly down the soles of his feet.There were dark forests, small hills, and here and there white mercury lamps reflected off the water of private swimming pools.Where the slope of the slope finally weakened, there was a highway snaking like a band of light combined with the ground, and after passing there to the sea for about one kilometer, it was occupied by flat streetscapes.Then there is the dark sea, and the shadows of sea and sky merge indistinctly.In the darkness, the orange light of the lighthouse emerged and disappeared.And a dark waterway runs straight through it, cutting these clear faults.

That is the river. ◇ The mouse first saw her in early September, when some of the last rays of summer were still in the sky. Rats found typewriters among prams, ringers, and children's bicycles in the weekly junk-sales column of the local paper.I called, and a woman answered, explaining in a transactional voice that it has been used for one year, and there is still a one-year guarantee, and I can't pay in installments, and I hope to get it by myself.The negotiation was successful, and the mouse drove to the woman's apartment, gave the money, and brought back the typewriter, spending almost as much as he had earned on a small errand during the summer.

A slim, petite woman in an elegant sleeveless dress.Various potted foliage plants are lined up at the door.He has a well-proportioned appearance, his hair is tied back, and his age cannot be discerned. Anyone who says he is between twenty-two and twenty-eight will believe it. When I called three days later, she said that there were about half a dozen typewriter ribbons, and if you want them, please come and get them.When the mouse went to get it, he invited her to Jay's bar by the way. In order to thank her for the ribbon, he invited her to drink several cocktails.The words did not talk too much.

The third meeting was four days later, at an indoor swimming pool in the city.The mouse takes her back to the apartment and sleeps there.Why it became like that, the mouse couldn't figure it out.I can't even remember which side took the initiative, it's like the flow of air. After a few days, the relationship with her was like a soft wedge driven into his daily life, and the sense of presence gradually swelled in the mouse.Although it was bit by bit, something really hit the mouse.Every time he recalled the woman's slender wrists embracing his body, the mouse felt that something similar to gentleness that had been forgotten for a long time was gradually expanding.

She does have her little world, and it looks like she's trying to build something perfect.And the mice knew the effort was unusual.She often wears even inconspicuous but good-tasting dresses, crisp underwear, and the perfume on her body that smells like the aroma of a vineyard in the morning. When she speaks, she always chooses clever words carefully and never asks unnecessary questions. , Smile like you've practiced it many times in front of the mirror.All of these made the mouse feel a little sad.After meeting several times, the mouse finally guessed that her age should be twenty-seven, but he guessed that she was exactly one year old.

The breasts are small, there is no excess fat, and the slender body is beautifully tanned, but the tanning method does not seem to be deliberately tanned.The protruding cheekbones and thin lips make people feel well-bred and strong-willed, but when any slight change in expression shakes the whole, it reveals a defenseless innocence. After graduating from the Department of Architecture of the University of Fine Arts, she worked in a design firm, she said.Where were you born?not here.I came here after graduating from university.Swim in the pool once a week.Took the tram to viola practice on Sunday night.

Once a week, on Saturday nights, the two meet.Then on Sunday the mouse spent the day in a daze while she played her Mozart.