Chapter 21 20

She sat restlessly in Jay's, stirring a straw in the bottom of a glass of thawing ginger ale. I thought you weren't coming. As soon as I sat down next to her, she said this as if she was relieved. There will be no missed appointments.Something is a little late. what kind of thing? Leather shoes, I polished my shoes. Your basketball shoes? She pointed to my sneakers and said with deep suspicion. How can it be!It's my father's shoes, that's the family motto.Said that the son must help his father shine shoes. Why? who knows.Maybe the leather shoes symbolize something?In short, my dad goes home at 8 o'clock every night like a seal.Every time I finish my shoes, I run out to drink beer.

What a good habit. do you think Well, you should thank your father. I am always thankful that my dad only has two feet. She giggled. Must be a decent home. Oh, there is no money other than decency, and tears are about to fall from happiness. She continued to stir the gingerale ginger ale with the tip of the straw. But my family is poorer. how do you know Smell wow.Just as rich people can smell rich, poor people can smell poor. I poured the beer Jay brought into the glass. where are your parents I do not want to say. Why? Respectable people don't always like to tell others about their mess, right?Is it right?

Are you a decent person then? She considered it for fifteen seconds. I want to be like that.Seriously, I think everyone is like this, right? I'm not going to answer that question. But it's better said.I say so. Why? First, sooner or later there will always be someone to tell.Second, I will not tell anyone about this. She smiled and lit her cigarette, staring silently at the grain of the counter wood until she puffed three times. My dad died of a brain tumor five years ago. It was terrible, and he suffered for two years.We spent all our money on it.Spend it clean and leave nothing behind.As a result, the family was exhausted and eventually fell apart.It happens all the time, doesn't it?

I nod.Where is your mother? I don't know where I am alive, and I even sent New Year's cards. You don't seem to like her? right. What about brothers and sisters? There is only one twin sister. where do you live? Thirty thousand light-years away. After saying this, she smiled nervously and pushed gingerale aside. It's really not a good thing to speak ill of family members, it's depressing to mention it! Don't be so concerned, everyone has something. Do you have it too? Well, I cry every time I hold the shaving cream. She seemed to be smiling happily, the way she hadn't laughed in many years.

Hey, why are you drinking ginger ale? I tried to ask her like this: Are you abstinence? Well, that was the plan, but forget it. What would you like to drink? Chilled white wine. I called Jay over and ordered a new beer and white wine. Hey!What's it like to have a twin sister? Hmm, it feels weird.Same face, same IQ, always annoying to wear the same size bra. Always get it wrong? Yes, until I was eight years old, I only had nine fingers that year, and no one will make any mistakes from then on. She said that, like a pianist at a concert when she is concentrating, her hands neatly folded together and lined up on the counter.I took her left hand and watched it carefully under the counter light.The small hand is as delicate as a cocktail glass, on it, as if it was born, it is extremely natural, and the four fingers seem to be arranged very comfortably.That kind of nature is almost miraculous, at least it is much more convincing than six fingers lined up together.

At the age of eight, Littlefinger got caught in a vacuum cleaner and bounced away. where are you now? What? Littlefinger. forgotten.She finished speaking and smiled.You are the first to ask this kind of thing. Feel uncomfortable without Littlefinger? Well, with gloves on. What about other times? She shook her head. It would be a lie to say there is none at all.But just like other girls care about thicker necks and thicker hair, the same degree. I nod. What are you doing Go to university in Tokyo. Then you came back from vacation. right. What are you thinking about? Biology, I love animals.

I like it too. I drained the beer left in the glass and grabbed some french fries. do you know?There is a famous leopard in Bagalpuru, India, which ate 350 Indians in three years. oh? Then, in order to eliminate the leopards, they invited a British colonel, James Kuwait, to shoot and kill a total of 125 leopards and tigers in eight years, including the leopard.So you still like animals? She put out the cigarette, took a sip of the wine, and looked at my face in admiration for a long time. You are really a little strange.