Chapter 27 26

Now about the third girl I slept with. But it is very difficult to talk about a dead man, and it is even more difficult to talk about a girl who died young.Because they are dead, they are forever young. On the contrary, the remaining us are getting older year by year, month by month, and day by day.Sometimes I even feel like I'm getting older by the hour.And the scary thing is, it's true. ◇ She is by no means a beauty.But it seems unfair to say that she is not beautiful.I think it's the right thing to say that she's not beautiful enough to match her. All I have is a photo of her with the date on the back, which is August 1963.The year President Kennedy was shot through the head.

She was sitting on a coastal breakwater in what looked like a summer resort, smiling a little uncomfortable.His hair was cropped short like Jane Cibel's (the hairstyle reminded me of Osbitz in some ways), and he wore a long red gingham dress.She looks somewhat clumsy, but also beautiful.It is a kind of beauty that penetrates the tenderest part of the heart of anyone who sees it. The lips are gently closed, the small nose is slightly turned up like slender tentacles, and the bangs that seem to be cut by myself are scattered on the wide forehead, and there are some slight traces of acne on the slightly raised cheeks .

She was fourteen years old at that time, and it was the most beautiful moment in her 21 years of life.But all of a sudden those were gone.I can only think so.What reason, what purpose, let this happen, I really don't understand, and no one understands. ◇ She said seriously (not joking), I went to college to receive revelation from heaven.It was just before four o'clock in the morning, and we were lying naked in bed.I tried to ask her what the heavenly revelation was all about. Impossible to know.After she finished speaking, she added: But it's like an angel's feather, it will come down from the sky.

I try to imagine angel feathers descending on the courtyard of the university.But from a distance, it looks like toilet paper. ◇ Why she died, no one knows.I think it's doubtful whether she knew it herself.