Chapter 2 Chapter 2 May

It has been raining for four consecutive days. When you wake up and see the dim light in the bedroom and hear the sound of water, you are bored.I don't like rain. When I read a book in my room during the day, I feel that the sofa touched by my knees is full of moisture, and every time I turn the pages of the book, there is a smell of damp paper.This is especially true of library books, even of Allen Ginsberg's dry prose. Sand, sand, sand, the sound of rain that drenched the ears. You are always reading. said Angela this morning.She said it was morning, but it was actually almost noon, but Angela, who loves to sleep, just woke up. She seemed to have slept without removing her makeup last night, and there were lumps of mascara stuck under her eyes.

Japanese literature? no. In order for her to read the cover, I held the pages I was reading between my fingers, closed the book and showed it to her. "LA CITTA E LA CASA" is a modern Italian novel. Ma Wu told you that you studied Japanese literature at Nihon University and got a master's degree. I shrugged, just scratching the surface. Angela shrugged this time.Angela loves discussions.She likes reading, painting, sculpture, literature, theater and architecture, and sometimes actually visits, looks around, and also likes to talk. Want some tea?I asked. Angela shook her head.No, I have no appetite when I get up early.

The room was as dark inside as it was outside, and everything was enveloped in the sound of the water, which made both of us strangely serious.To Angela, I thought, I was an oriental woman of unknown origin, my brother's girlfriend. Ma Wu also said something else, telling you that you are in a bad mood on rainy days. That's right, that's it. Sorry to interrupt your reading, you go back to the book! Angela said, I do the same. Look at the clock it's only four o'clock.The appointment with Ma Wu is at seven o'clock.I closed the book and filled the bathtub with water.I like the feeling of taking a bath in the evening that makes me feel that I am not going through life.It felt like that was what I was doing right now.

After taking a shower, I listen to records while dressing up.Ravel.Operas featuring children.Ma Wu likes the sound of records. Sprinkle a drop of perfume on ice-gray underwear and layer an all-black trousers with a baby blue shirt.Comb your hair and put on your chunky heels.The open windows let in moisture-laden air. The damp Milanese air.The smell of fog and fog and rain that I have been familiar with since childhood has penetrated into my lungs. While packing, drink canned beer.Walking out of the balcony, I saw the gray narrow street, and the cars parked on both sides were still drenched in the rain.

Ma Wu came back on time according to the agreed time. Perfect!He looked at me and smiled slightly.so beautiful! We then walked towards the welcome car of the big hotel next to the central station. Just say you sent it!Ma Wu pointed to the box in the back seat and said, it was probably another wine glass. OK. It's not uncommon to have dinner with Ma Wu like this.Before arriving at the hotel, I stuffed the names, companies, family members and other information of today's guests into my head. It was past twelve o'clock when I got home.Angela was watching TV in the living room, and when we got back we huddled in the room.

Ma Wu! I stood behind Ma Wu, who had only a towel wrapped around his waist and plunged into the computer after the shower, and called him. Ma Wu! what?He never looked back.I waited silently.The rain still continued. Did you call me? After waiting for two full minutes, Ma Wu turned around.Like the chest of a mutant sea turtle. yes! what? He turned off the computer and slid onto the bed. I want to talk about Federica, remember? certainly. I got out of the bed, went to the closet and took out Ma Wu's pajamas. Did you love your aunt very much when you were young?Ma Wu put on the sleeves of his pajamas and said.

Well, I haven't seen her for a long time, and I want to go on the weekend. OK. Back on the bed again, Ma Wu in pajamas was lying beside her.The scent of soap. Let me introduce her this time! Ma Wu had long said that he wanted to meet her.Friedrichka also wanted to see Ma Wu. Nah!I mean, you and Angela go out on weekends, you siblings also need to be alone once in a while! Ma Wu smiled wryly, but you came up with a good reason!When Ma Wu said that, he never put on a hurt expression.Well, since you said so, I'll ask Angela. It's not asking her, it's dating her!I use Ma Wu's thoughtful lobbying.

Understood, just ask her out! Ma Wu hugged me from behind and buried his face behind my neck.My back was against Ma Wu's chest, and my knees were against Ma Wu's knees.Before Ma Wu snores, keep this posture still. I can't sleep at all.The sound of rain came into my ears.In the past, I sang the songs my mother taught me on sleepless nights.A long song that never ends. One yo, one night has passed, and the New Year decorations are bustling, and the pine branches are about to be inserted in the door. Two yo, two-leaf pine branches are emerald green, and three-world pine branches are needed, so I have to go to Xiangju Mountain to find them.

In Japanese universities, none of my classmates knew the final ending of this song.Does anyone else question the existence of this song? This song is good, teach me to sing till the end! The one who said this was Shunzheng, who was a returnee like me.He taught me to sing the sad songs that the Chinese maid had taught him.The singing is so beautiful. I sat up and stared at Ma Wu's sleeping face.A firm jaw, a slightly grown beard, and long eyelashes.Ma Wu, who said he likes me, is right in front of me right now.Hold my Ma Wu tight.I wrapped my feet around the sleeping Ma Wu, and rubbed my face against the hollow of his shoulder.Ma Wu's body temperature, Ma Wu's smell.Ma Wu will not go deep into people's hearts to inquire about secrets, nor will he be sad alone like an excited needle mouse, nor will he put on a sad expression that the world is about to end and accuse me silently.

Rain reminds me of Tokyo. When I opened my eyes, I was lying in Ma Wu's arms.The rain also stopped.Open the window, the air is clear, containing light particles that have not been seen for a long time. After breakfast, leave the apartment an hour early.The atrium of the Convent of Santa Maria delle Grazie is my favorite place in all of Milan.Four white magnolias and four frogs surround the fountain.Geometrically configured green. Sitting on the stone wall of the cloister, continue reading the novel.Each person in the book has a little unfortunate story. I was so happy to know that Ma Wu's apartment is next to this church.I thought I could go for a walk every day in the future.Ma Wu doesn't like the church, I think that's fine.Church is a place to go alone.The stone walls were damp from the rain they had absorbed before yesterday.Encouraged by the May sun, impatient tourists wandered about in shorts and sunglasses.The entrance to the restaurant, decorated with the Last Supper and limited to the number of visitors, is already lined up.I closed the novel and looked up at the small dome of the church. Against the clear sky, the white plaster and dull bricks were a bit dazzling against the sunlight.

Work is like an animal in a zoo in spring, happy and a little lonely.I love Gina and Paula's store, and being a clerk fits my personality.Because I have a business side, meticulous and not emotional.I do this job because I am attracted by the jewelry that symbolizes the life of a loved woman. Until now, I still love jewelry, especially antique jewelry. Open the shop, wipe the window glass.Put change in the cash register.Watching some old faces get on the old bus through the window, and turn on the radio to listen to the weather forecast.If new products come in, they will be registered in the account book and arranged in the display cabinet. Work is not like this.Ma Wu once said that excessive enthusiasm and ideals will reduce the quality of work. You are too serious. I don’t understand what’s wrong with the zoo in spring. Isn’t it lovely? Of course you are.But I don't work for financial reasons. I turn down the volume of the radio and sign the discount sales invitation.The doorbell rang and I opened the door for the first guest of the day. Saturday's weather turned summer-like. The Caprello Street neighborhood where Federica lives is quiet and empty, like a residential area abandoned by time.The car passed the deserted bakery and laundromat, turned right into the one-way street, and the sand-colored fourth-floor apartment building on the left.With the windows fully open, the car slowly drove in the bright sunlight.A thin black dog was lying on the side of the road. Ivy branches hang down in the front yard.Clusters of soft purple flowers that hang like grapes.There are several bowls of brightly colored begonias under the vines. I used to live here.With my father and mother when I was still young, wooden eyeball dolls and paper balloons are decorated at the entrance. As soon as you step into the building, you can feel the temperature rise by three degrees immediately.There is a distinct flavor of shaded, earthy, freshly dug vegetables.It had solid double doors, and it was a slow, slow elevator that made a loud noise every time it went up and down, as if some parts were broken. I haven't seen Federica since Christmas last year. The metal door opens and the aroma of dried fruit flows out.Lemongrass and orange peel, cinnamon, and cloves hang all over the wall. Buon giomo. Federica's hug was very light, and the place where her palms touched always left a strange feeling. Buon giomo. Immediately I turned into a ten-year-old little girl. Friedrichka was always by my side. The first memory is the stone road and the street trees in winter.Mom is holding me.The scenery on a cold day, mother's woolen coat.Elementary school, Daniela, ballet classes.Oriental children are still rare. How is your mother?She poured me a glass of lemonade. I guess so! My parents are now in the UK, sent by the company. You are always so careless! Federica lightly patted my arm with a wry smile.Big, strong hands with long fingers.Dry and wrinkled skin smoothed over time. After the roasted vegetables and macaroni, we sat in the living room.A two-seater hard chair covered with a white cloth.Friedrichka smoked leisurely. You look in good spirits and your hair has grown a bit. Si. I clearly remember the doors and windows of this room.There are also views from the balcony and the color of the curtains. When you first came back, your hair was as short as a boy's.Federica smiled slightly, and that look was not ugly. Nothing has changed here.The lace tablecloths that have been washed many times, the magazines standing on the shelf, and the cigarettes from Federica have a slightly sweet smell. Are you okay with that American guy? Um!I answer briefly.Bugs crawling on the edge of the pot. That's good!Federica said.The voice seemed to hang in the air, and we were silent for a while.A soft wind blows in from the window. Federica knows my incredible excitement and enthusiasm every day in Tokyo.I have written many letters, sealed memories.My four years that Daniela and Mawu didn't know about. Ma Wu wanted to see you very much, and asked me to greet you several times. So happy! Friedrichka was tall, with a certain weight only around the waist, but otherwise thin.She mostly wears knee-length skirts, half-high heels, and never took off the opal ring that her husband gave her.The large, dark, melting gem looks like a part of Federica's hand, which is fascinating. When will you introduce me? Someday!I said stand up, great lunch, really tasty. I just want to thank you for the wine!Come often!Good luck to you. There was a soft kiss on the cheek.Friedrichka's cheeks were cold when she touched it instantly.As soon as the door was closed, the corridor was dark, and the noisy elevator took me to the sunny and bright outside world again. The next week, I was twenty-seven. Maugham, Angela, Daniela and Luca celebrated my birthday.We ate at Beatrizia's and then went home for drinks.Luca plays his signature harmonica. I don't know when it started, and my birthday became a day that was neither happy nor special.normal day.It's just a sign of age. May is a beautiful month.Angela was drinking brandy and water, which suited Aoi well. Thanks. I said, swirling the red wine in the big wine glass.Ma Wu leaned on the armrest of the sofa with half of his buttocks, and put his arm around my shoulder.I like leaning against Ma Wu's chest like this.Clean and safe smell. During the day, when Ma Wu went for a walk with me, he bought a gift for me.A set of house clothes and a set of underwear, cream and apricot.Although Ma Wu said that Kwai is very suitable for black, but I don't want to wear black underwear.Ma Wu's fingers slid across the silky luster, with a regretful expression on his face. Ma Wu is perfect! Daniela always said that with bright eyes every time she came to the house to play. (I answer every time: really?) That night, I played picture charades until late at night.Luca was unexpectedly powerful.Everyone drank a lot and laughed a lot.For every correct guess, Daniela and Luca kiss. I love nights with friends.Lively and happy. I really want to meet her! Ma Wu sat by the bathtub and massaged my neck.The bathroom at two in the morning smelled of night and steam. who? Feeling several cups of wine juice flowing in my body, I waved my hands to watch.It's strange that he didn't go crazy with alcohol. Twenty-six-year-old Aoi.Ma Wu kissed the top of my head, love you, love you so much. Ma Wu's hands fell from my shoulders to my chest.He whispered in my ear, and I turned to cover his lips.Hands wandered from his muscular legs to his knees. Turned off the hot water and we went straight into the bedroom to have sex. After seeing off Ma Wu, who got up early to take a shower as usual, put on a handsome suit and went to work, I nestled back on the bed.Bury his face into Ma Wu's pillow.Every day passed without stopping. After leaving the library, go to the store.Albert showed me a few samples of his new collection: a large rock sugar-like natural stone wrapped around a string-like silver chain.Red crystal, emerald, and amethyst are all translucent gemstones with a summer flavor. I love watching Albert at work in the workshop.Big workbenches, silver and rust-colored tools, welding flames.There are three glass bottles of different liquids on the counter. Albert told me that the clear one is water, the pink one is alcohol, and the fluorescent light green liquid is the solvent that promotes welding.The radio played songs at a very low volume, and the profile of Albert's professionalism at work. I know another person who faces his sketchbook with the same look.sunflower.Call me in the soft voice of hiragana.It was a thing in a distant place many years ago. In the afternoon, sell an agate ring. After get off work, stop by the supermarket.Buy Roman rice and Golia. Golia is the licorice syrup that Ma Wu likes to eat, and it is his daily necessities.I can't stand the supermarket at dusk.After buying what I needed, I left in a hurry. After dinner, Ma Wu and Angela had a quarrel.When it comes to quarrels, Angela almost speaks unilaterally, and Ma Wu suddenly bursts out with fuck.Ma Wu and I have never quarreled. Angela said that Ma Wu thought she was disturbing us, Ma Wu denied it, but she kept talking.You are enough!Ma Wu twisted his face angrily and said, picked up the coffee on the table and went back to the bedroom. I'm here to help! While I was rinsing the dishes, Angela came over with a red nose and said. No need, just click on it. let me! I have no choice but to say please, move a step to the side and give way to Angela. I took the dishes that Angela had washed and put them in the dishwasher. Don't say I didn't bother you!Angela said. No! Angela looked at my face and smiled slightly.Brown hair in random messy sideburns, and a T-shirt with Andy Warhol's cat on it. you know. Angela did not answer, but instead asked: What do you like about Ma Wu? Upright.I thought for a while and said. Upright? Well, and calves. Angela looked at my face again. calf? I nod.very beautiful! Yeah? Then I will take a closer look next time, Angela said thoughtfully. After showering, I put on the soft home clothes I bought yesterday. As soon as I put on the upper body, the fabric sticks to the skin.Sitting on the bed, looking at Ma Wu's sleeping face, thinking about Ma Wu. What do I like about this person? Upright.of course.Ma Wu is open-minded and organized. calf.This is also absolute.Ma Wu's calf is really beautiful. witty. lenient. Calm speaking appearance. besides. Suddenly, I realized that I was combing Ma Wu's hair with my fingers.As I touched his sweaty forehead like this, it seemed that I had added some of Ma Wu's advantages.Even if there is one more, I want to justify it. Burly body.I moved closer to his face and listened to his snoring.I hug the sleeping Ma Wu through the bed sheet.Hold as gently as possible. Meeting Daniela was the last Saturday in May. Angela is in Paris now? Under an overcast sky, we drink coffee and eat jelly in a café near Plaza San Babila. yes. Because of that quarrel? This is Daniela's favorite shop.Although it is open-air, the tables and chairs are simple and chic. I don't think so, she already likes to travel, and she also said that Paris is my favorite. I like Paris best!Daniela imitated the tone in English. She said she would be back in a week or so. I thought of Angela's back when she refused Ma Wu to take her to the airport yesterday morning, and took a taxi to the central station where the airport bus connected her.Angela was like a feral mink. How long does she plan to stay in Milan? Daniela sounds like her mother.Since high school, people have said that their mother and daughter are twin mothers and daughters. Two cubes of sugar were also put in a small cup of coffee and stirred with a spoon. so cold!I looked at the sky, it was as warm as summer a while ago.I swallowed a mouthful of orange jelly. It's only May! Daniela said, sipping (must be) sweet and rich coffee. I know.Daniela thinks I'm scheming.Become scheming!Or become silent, or become difficult to communicate with. Of course, none of that is true.I just became a little more cautious.A little cautious, the rest is probably lazy. I don't know what's wrong with this. Ma Wu would probably say so. Where are you going? Thinking it was going to rain, I looked at Daniela's fingertips and asked.Neatly manicured egg-shaped nails.The green leaves and branches of the trees swayed in the wind.Unsteady sounds, the smell of moisture in the air. I want to go to Horst. Shopping for Luca? Horst is a men's clothing store.Daniela shook her head. For my dad, his sixty-second birthday next month. I think of Daniela's medium-sized, loving father. How is he? not bad! Daniela smiled.In high school, her father used to drive to school to pick her up.He went to Daniela's high school to pick up his daughter first, and then went around to pick me up from the exchange school and took us to play together. Then let me help Ma Wu take a look at the polo shirt by the way! After paying the bill, we leave the cafe.The streets of Milan blown by the wind like ink. Go to Switzerland on vacation!Ma Wu said.