Chapter 14 11

The twins woke me up Thursday morning, about fifteen minutes earlier than usual, and didn't care.After shaving with hot water, drinking coffee, and reading all corners of the newspaper, ink is almost all over the hands. I want to ask you something.One of the twins spoke. Can I borrow a car on Sunday?Another spoke too. Probably.I said: No, where do you want to go? Cistern. Cistern? The two nodded. What are you doing at the cistern? Attend a funeral. who? Where is the switchboard. oh!I see.I said.So continue to read my newspaper. ◇ Unfortunately, it has been drizzling since morning on Sunday.But what kind of weather would be best for a switchboard funeral, I have no way of knowing.The twins didn't say a word about the rain, so I kept silent.

On Saturday night I borrowed the sky blue VW car from the co-operator.He asked me if I had a girlfriend.I said: Well. VW's son probably had a chocolate milk stain on the back seat of VW, it was like the blood left after a gunfight, and it soaked a large area.The cassettes for the car stereo were nothing worth listening to, so we didn't listen to any music during the hour and a half each way, just kept driving in wordless silence.The rain regularly intensified, weakened, intensified and then weakened as our car advanced.Yawning rain.The car that missed at high speed on the asphalt road continued to utter the same tune along the way!Whoosh sound.

One of the twins sat in the passenger seat, and the other sat in the back seat, holding a shopping bag with an electrical panel and a thermos.Their seriousness suited the atmosphere of a funeral day.I also learn from them.We were serious even when we took a break for grilled corn en route.Only the crackling of the kernels as they came out of the carcass disturbed the silence.We left three stalks of corn that had been gnawed to the last kernel, and drove on again. It was a place with so many dogs, they were just like a school of crucian carp in an aquarium, wandering around aimlessly in the rain.It made me have to keep honking the horn one after another.They looked completely uninterested in rain and cars, and most of them were blatantly annoyed by the sound of horns, but they were able to dodge cleverly nonetheless.But of course there is no way to avoid the rain.All the dogs were drenched from the top of their heads to their assholes, and some looked like Cavauso from a Balzac novel, while others looked like monks meditating on something.

One of the twins gave me a cigarette to suck and helped me light the fire.Then she stuck the palm of her small hand to the inner crotch of my cotton trousers, and went up and down several times. The action felt more like confirming something than caressing me. The rain seemed to be going on forever.It always rains like this in October.Keep going until everything is soaked, the ground is soaked, the trees, the highways, the fields, the cars, the houses, the dogs, they are all soaked up and the whole world is hopeless The medicine fields were submerged in the cold rain. Start to climb up a section of the road, through the road between the dense forest to reach the reservoir.Because of the rain, there was no one around.The rain flowed into the endless water surface, and the scene of the cistern being hit by the rain was far more tragic than imagined.We parked by the pool, sat in the car, opened a thermos, drank coffee, and ate cookies the twins had bought.The biscuits come in coffee, cream and maple flavors, so to be fair we split the biscuits into thirds.

In the meantime, the rain continued to fall on the cistern, very silently, making only the sound of newspaper being torn into thin strips and spread on a thick carpet.The kind of rain that always falls in Claude Lelouch's movies. After eating the biscuits and drinking two cups of coffee each, we patted the biscuit crumbs on our knees without saying a word. Well, it's almost time to start moving.said one of the twins. Another nods. I put out the cigarette. We didn't even open an umbrella, so we walked towards the end of the broken bridge extending over the reservoir.The cistern is artificially made by blocking the river water, and the water surface forms an unnatural curve as if washing the waist of the mountain.From the color of the water surface, one could feel the frightening depth of the water, and the rain stirred up thin ripples on it and continued to fall.

One of the twins took the switchboard out of the paper bag and handed it to me, looking even more shabby than usual in the rain. Say a few words of sacrifice! funeral oration?I cried out in surprise. This is a funeral, so there should be a sacrificial oration. Oh, I didn't expect that.I said.But to be honest I wasn't ready. It doesn't matter what you say. Just form. Drenched from head to toe in the rain, I searched for the right words.The twins looked worried, looking at me and the switchboard in turn. The duty of philosophy is to get rid of illusions born of misunderstanding, which I quote from Kant.Where is the switchboard!Sleep peacefully at the bottom of the cistern!

drop it! Um? Where is the switchboard! I swung my right wrist back as hard as I could, and then threw the switchboard out at a 45-degree angle with all my strength. The switchboard drew a magnificent arc in the rain and flew up to the sky, and then hit the water surface, and then the ripples slowly expanded. Come to our feet. What a moving memorial! Did you do it? of course.I said. So the three of us huddled together, dripping like dogs, and continued to look at the cistern. How deep is it?a question. Terribly deep.I said. Is there any fish?another asked. All pools have fish. If you look at our posture from a distance, it must be like a noble monument.