Chapter 34 thirty-one

At ten o'clock in the evening, Amelie finally landed, and the whole Taipei city screamed. The giant king coconut trees standing in the new park were blown by the typhoon like a group of madmen who had escaped from the madhouse, with disheveled hair and flailing teeth and claws. shake.When the heavy rain came, riding the wind, it was like random arrows, rushing and slowing down, shooting everywhere.I got into the pavilion in the middle of the lotus pond in the park in the midst of wind and rain, and sat down on the bench by the window. I kicked off my shoes, which were filled with muddy water, and walked up, chattering. Chirp, from head to toe, already soaked through, the wind blowing, I feel cold all over.It was so noisy all around, but I was barefoot, sitting cross-legged on the bench, but my heart was strangely silent.I don't want to go back to that little cave on Jinzhou Street. Sitting in that little cave will suffocate me on a night like this.On such a stormy typhoon night, I ran back to our kingdom. At least here, in a handful of lands covered by darkness, after despair, I can still have a sliver of wishful thinking.

In the pavilions on the four corners of the lotus pond, there seemed to be a few black shadows moving.Probably a few of our fellow travelers, on this typhoon night, like me, come to our dark kingdom.Suddenly, a tall figure appeared from one end of the lotus pond, and on the steps by the pond, he kicked towards the wind.The strong wind blew the white raincoat on his body high.I can recognize that the bony body and the shaky steps are the dragon son, Wang Kuilong.On such a dark and stormy night, could it be that he couldn't find a place to stay in the old official house on Nanjing East Road left behind by his father, and wanted to rush out of the two iron gates and rush back to our old den?What is he looking for?He really came to look for his Ah Feng, his wild phoenix?Ah Feng's death has already become a legend in the park, and this legend has become more and more mysterious and colorful with the passage of time.A few children in Sanshui Street like to talk nonsense. They say that often on rainy nights, by the lotus pond in the park, a man in black will appear. That man is crying while pressing his chest. They say, that man is Ah Feng, he was stabbed in the chest and has been bleeding for so many years.They pointed to the black spots on the steps and said, "That's the blood left by Ah Feng, and the rain for so many years can't wash it away."That night when Wang Kuilong took me to his official residence on Nanjing East Road, we were lying naked on the bed, shoulder to shoulder, and he stretched his thin arms like rakes into the air, and told me: During the years when he was exiled to foreign countries by his high-ranking father, he lived in seclusion in the attic of an apartment on Seventy-second Street in Manhattan, New York. When it was late at night, he would crawl out and start wandering in the streets and alleys of Manhattan like a wandering soul. Get up and swing from one street to another.In the labyrinth of chessboard streets, chasing the large group of street children in New York at night, he followed them and plunged into the endless darkness of Central Park.He said that New York's Central Park is dozens of times larger than Taipei's New Park, the forest is dozens of times thicker, and there are dozens of times more dark shadows in the forest.But will there be typhoons in New York?I suddenly thought, will there be such a stormy night?Wang Kuilong told me that it will snow in New York. On a snowy night, the trees in Central Park are covered with a layer of snow, like giant ghosts in white clothes. On snowy nights, there are always a few lonely ghosts left wandering in the park. Do not go, interspersed in the snow forest.One Christmas Eve, he told me that he met a child who was shivering with hunger and cold at the gate of the park. I still remember that he said that the child was from Puerto Rico and his name was Coles. He took the child back and tuned Offer him a cup of hot cocoa, and he says the Puerto Rican kid has ridiculously large eyes and a bright red scar on his chest the size of a teacup rim.Wang Kuilong came out of a pavilion at the corner of the lotus pond. There was another person beside him. It was a short and thin figure who was walking, jumping and limping badly. I could recognize it. Little Jinbao on Sanshui Street.Xiao Jinbao was born with a disability. The toes on his right foot were long and turned in a row, so he had to use the back of his foot to walk.Usually he dare not show his face in the park, only in the middle of the night, or when it is windy and rainy, and there are few people in the park, he jumps and jumps, wobbles and crawls out of the bushes, looking left and right, like a frightened bird. fawn.Long Zi opened his white raincoat and wrapped it around Little Jinbao's frail body. The two of them, one big and one small, formed a white shadow and disappeared together in the stormy night.

And I was still sitting alone on the bench in the pavilion, curled up with bare feet, and waited silently in the sound of howling wind and rain, until the night deepened and the rain became heavier, until a huge and bloated figure was dripping with water. She flashed into the pavilion and moved towards me, slowly, cumbersomely, but aggressively pressing down.