Chapter 28 27

I had a nasty dream. I am a big black bird flying west over the jungle.I was badly wounded, and my feathers were blackened with blood.The western sky began to be shrouded in ominous dark clouds, and the fragrance of light rain wafted around. I haven't had a dream for a long time, because it has been too long, so when I noticed that it was a dream, some time had passed. I got out of bed, showered off the nasty sweat, and had toast and apple juice for breakfast.Because cigarettes and beer make the throat almost stuffed with old cotton taste.After stacking all the dishes in the sink, I changed into olive green cotton suit pants and a shirt I had worked hard to iron, and I picked up a black knitted tie and sat down in front of the air conditioner in the living room.

The announcer reporting the news on TV is triumphantly asserting that today will be the hottest day since summer.I turned off the TV, walked into my brother's room next door, selected a few books from the huge mountain of books, and lay back on the sofa in the living room to read. Two years ago, my brother left a room full of books and a girlfriend, and went to the United States without any reason.She occasionally eats with me.She said that our brothers really look alike. What is it like?I asked her this in surprise. All are like.she says. Maybe as she said.And I think it's the result of our ten-year rotation of shoe shines.

◇ The clock said twelve o'clock, and impatiently thinking of how hot it was outside, I put on my tie and suit. There was more than enough time, and there was nothing to do.I drove slowly on the street, stretching from the seaside to the side of the mountain, a pitifully slender street.There are rivers and tennis courts, golf courses, rows of big houses, wall after wall, a few chic restaurants, clothing stores, an old library, fields full of evening primroses, parks with monkey fences, the streets are always like this I detoured for a while on the unique winding road halfway up the mountain, then followed the direction of the river to the sea, got off the car near the mouth of the river, and soaked my feet in the river.Two tanned girls in white hats and sunglasses were playing tennis against each other on the tennis court.The sunshine intensified rapidly from noon, and every time she swung the racket, her palpable sweat splashed onto the court.

After watching them for about five minutes, I returned to the car, put the chair down and closed my eyes, and continued to listen to the sound of the waves mixed with the sound of playing ball for a while.The slight southerly wind, the scent of the sea and the smell of hot tar reminded me of previous summers.The warmth of a girl's skin, the old rock music, the button︱down shirt just washed, the smell of cigarettes in the swimming pool locker room, and subtle premonitions are all sweet summer dreams that will never end.Then one summer (what year was it?) the dream never came back. ◇ When I pulled up in front of Jay's at two o'clock sharp, Rat was sitting on the curb, reading Kasanzaki's The Last Temptation of Christ.

Where the hell is she?I try to ask like this. The mouse closed the book silently, and put on his sunglasses after getting into the car.No. No? Yes, no need. I loosen my tie with a sigh, toss my blazer in the backseat, and light my cigarette. So where to go? zoo. Hurrah.I said.