Chapter 4 Chapter 4 A Quiet Life 2

The Tarzan tree on Caprello Street is in bloom. My mother said before that when this flower blooms, it means summer.My mother, who has lived here for fifteen years but has never learned a word of Italian, has a small oval face and red phoenix eyes.When she took me by the hand and sent me to school every morning, in her eyes, what did the city look like? Just after taking a bath listening to the sound of rain, Angela asked me to go for a walk.Angela is always active. The flowers of Taishan tree are large and white, exuding a strong sweet and greasy taste, and the thick leaves are very dense.Because the leaves are so dense, most people who pass under the tree don't notice the flowers blooming.

flower?Where? Angela, who was wearing a raincoat without an umbrella, frowned and asked.She just came back from Paris last week and said: I miss the gloomy and damp air in Milan.Keep taking deep breaths.He didn't care about the misty drizzle falling on his face. there, look!There too. Following the direction of my finger and recognizing the simple flower among the dense leaves, Angela's expression was pleasantly surprised. Didn't notice it at all! Angela, who is interested in all things, used her slender (but powerful) fingertips to push the leaves aside and found several more.

It's been three days since I walked like this with Angela.On days when she is not at work, she will ask me for a walk. So pretty, though unobtrusive.Angela said it was unbelievably quiet. The rain shakes the leaves, vibrates the air, and continues to moisten Caprello Street in July.The sound of rustling water was uninterrupted, eliminating traces of time and space. won't it be boring?Angela, who walked away from the Taishan tree and touched the black railing of the courtyard on the right with her fingertips, asked in a low voice: Doesn't Ma Wu look like an old man? elder?I asked back, but Angela didn't answer.

You don't have a decent job. Although you have a part-time job, it doesn't qualify as a qualification.Speaking of fun, I just met Daniela. Although I speak English well, I don’t join the American Association, and I don’t socialize with Japanese people. My life is just reading and taking a bath. She smiled slightly when she talked about taking a bath. I replied that I was lazy!Angela didn't seem to take it seriously. She suddenly asked: Are you not married? marry? yes.Aren't you in love? I looked into Angela's face.The brown hair is tied back, and the sideburns are also falling out, and the makeup is not applied.The military green raincoat is covered with raindrops.

Forget it, sorry, it doesn't matter if you don't answer.She spread her hands, I just want to ask, don't have such a scary expression. She grinned, the American smile is exaggerated, but it always makes people feel a little pitiful. A smart person like you will definitely not agree with such a stupid thing as falling in love and getting married. I'm not afraid, that's what I do.I said. Angela shrugged, Maybe. We continued walking in silence for a while. She herself didn't know what to do. After having sex last night, Ma Wu said. She has been strong since before, and it is impossible to save Doug.

Doug is Angela's ex-husband. Doug is definitely not a bad guy.Like lively, very ambitious. Are the personalities compatible? I asked in his arms.Ma Wu's body temperature was very high, and it was very warm in his arms. Not a particularly good fit. Ma Wu doesn't speak ill of others, so he never says he gets along with someone or likes someone.I suddenly hugged Ma Wu tightly. Although my arms and arms were warm, the cold air was blowing directly from my back, and I still felt very cold. Even if I'm lazy, Ma Wu will understand. I folded my umbrella and said as I stepped onto the bus.The air in the bus on a rainy day.

Does this need someone's understanding? Angela said, I didn't answer. Dinner is Japanese food that I haven't eaten for a long time.Boiled squash, grilled fish, spinach salad, clam soup.For me, it's not the taste of sticking with Japan, but the taste of Milan's childhood.Among the several types of rice in supermarkets, Roman rice is the closest to Japanese rice. Radish can only be bought in Chinese stores. Spinach is boiled, cut into small pieces and kept in the refrigerator for easy eating. This is what my mother taught me. Repeatedly nagging. Ma Wu liked to eat Japanese food, and Angela, who only knew sushi and sukiyaki, was full of praise for the dishes I cooked.

The three of us gathered around the table and ate dinner in a sense of peace and quiet but also a strange sense of distance like strangers sitting at the same table for no reason.Even the sisters and brothers who are close in front of us are quite far away in their hearts, as if they are located at the two ends of the world. Cleaning up after meals is a job I love.Crashing at the plates and wine glasses, they put them into the dishwasher next to them.Angela is taking a shower, Ma Wu and the computer are locked in the bedroom, and I am alone in the kitchen.It's not that the air conditioner is too strong, but that the temperature in the kitchen is lower than other rooms.A nightly kitchen where everything is put back in place and the sink is wiped clean.

The rain continued. Of course, this has nothing to do with the rain.Rain in summer, rain in Milan.I pour the green dishwashing liquid into the dishwasher, close the lid, and press the button.The sound of the motor.Through the small window, I can see the parabolas of several columns of water. that rain.Sucks up dust, sucks up vehicle exhaust, moistens gray street rain.I sat on the chair, with a gesture of intending to face the revived memory.The dishwasher made a loud noise and started to move. Meiqiu's apartment was small but comfortable.The smell of paint and oil paint is stronger in rainy weather.The long steps and the wet dead trees in the park outside the window.The rain that makes people really want to die.That rain that winter.I'm locked in that room.In the unbelievable continuous flow of love, trust and enthusiasm in the previous happy memory, one step cannot be separated.come over!Shun Zheng said.come over!With the purity and strength, gentleness and roughness like a freshly mined natural stone.

That rain, that town.Four years in that country. Look at the clock and it's eleven o'clock.I stood up, took out the San bendetto mineral water from the refrigerator, poured half of it into a glass, and poured the rest into the sink. past.I stared at the ceiling, then at the glass doors of the bookshelves, then at the refrigerator, at the dining table, at the chairs, at the checkered floor.Here is my reality at the moment. Wearing a T-shirt and a sweater, Ma Wu faced the computer in the bedroom with the strongest air conditioner.Click, click, the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard.

Still doing it? I said, hugging Ma Wu from behind.Buried his nose in his soft hair.There is a smell of mawu on the thick back. Is there anything good if I don't do it?Ma Wu touched my left hand with his right hand and said. I replied: Of course.certainly.He opened the Golia box rolled in the corner of the desk, took out a small black bitter candy and put it in his mouth. The next morning, the weather was fine.I lay in bed knowing it was going to be a very hot day. After breakfast, I drove Angela, who suddenly wanted to swim, to the fitness club, and then went to work.It was still early before the store opened, so I went to the workshop to observe Albert's work.Albert is carving silicone. morning. I said hello at the door, Albert didn't look up, but he still greeted me happily.A male DJ's voice streamed from the radio. I made coffee for two.The soft aroma filled the workshop in the morning. The weather is great!I looked at the bright sunshine outside the window and said. While pouring red wax into the newly carved silicone model, Albert echoed in a singing tone: Indeed. After that, there was only the small noise of Albert at work and the extremely low volume of the early morning radio streaming into the room.The walls of the workshop are too white, and I lean against the entrance wall, looking at the perfect harmonious scenery composed of the small workbench, Albert, countless tools and the sunlight coming in from the window. This thorough manual work seems to be impatient for others to scrutinize.In short, even the silicone is made by Albert himself.Everything comes by itself, and several large machines are installed in the basement.Machines, chainsaws, melters that cut metal to thickness.They were heavy, bulky, oily machines. It was time to open the shop, and I quit quietly. On a day with fewer guests than usual, reading has made considerable progress.The day before yesterday, I started watching "Leighton.Streich", the book is surprisingly thick. In the afternoon, Paula came to the store and gave me a handmade fruit cake.Seeing the shirt I was wearing, I said, "White is not suitable, you should wear colored ones, beige, black, brown, blue are all good." Paula said I looked lonely in white. Paula said: I like pleasant and beautiful things. Summer reigns equally over all alleys.On the main road outside the window, on the garbage dumps and wild cats in the back alleys, and also in the sweet and wet smell of night air and the sound of insects when walking outside after get off work. The message came on Friday evening.Daniela and Luca are engaged. Ma Wu and I were in the living room when the sweet dinner was over and the two came to report together.Drinking Amaret, listening to the very low volume of Strauss operas, Ma Wu looking at wine magazines, I read my "Lytton.Streich". We are engaged. The door is not fully open, said Daniela.The voice and expression were brimming with happiness, and of course the fingers were tightly entwined with Luca's. Very good! I hugged Daniela for a full ten seconds, and then I hugged Luca. Very good! I say it again, hug Daniela again. Sorry to bother you so late, but I just wanted to be the first to notify you. The third hug. Where did you propose? After finally separating the body, I asked.Ma Wu hugged Luca's shoulder first, and then kissed Daniela on the cheek. San Sartino. Daniela named the chapel near the cathedral.It is said to be an ancient church built in the fifteenth century. in the chapel. Daniela said she stared at Luca as if remembering and kissed him twice. Angela, who had already returned to the bedroom, also came over, and we drank two bottles of wine that night.After Strauss ended, switch to Love and Georgia, which Daniela likes. Daniela and I met in our first primary school, and she hasn't changed a bit from what she is now, really, a mini version of her now. After the two went back, I sat in the bathtub and let Ma Wu massage me. I believe. Ma Wu chuckled. A child with an adult face always has a very dazzling expression. Yeah? Brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin with freckles. By the way, believe me again, she is an angelic child.He is the most well-behaved child in the class and also a brave child. Brave kid? yes!I said, twisted my body, and stepped into the bathtub half full of water with one foot. In the whole class, only Daniela took the initiative to talk to me, an oriental kid.She also asked me to learn ballet together. Daniela's bodysuit is black and mine is light pink.The sun-soaked dance floor on the second floor, the big mirror, and the soft brown leather bar that changes color after absorbing everyone's sweat. As a result, I transferred to another school after a year, and none of the new friends I made had the same affection as Daniela. Were you bullied at your old elementary school?Ma Wu asked. I thought about it, and replied: I can't say that I was bullied, there are many, many! Not a very fond memory.He stopped rubbing his neck, and Ma Wu kissed the top of my head. so poor.If I am here, I will never let anyone treat you like this. I laughed. But weren't you eating hamburgers in a free country at that time?I stood up, kissed the top of Ma Wu's head, and turned off the hot water.The second school is very happy. It is a newly established Japanese school and I feel very cheerful. Ma Wu's expression was relaxed.Although it was twenty years ago. However, that education may have been a failure.I joked.Because it makes me think that Japan is a good country, a bright, open and laid-back country. We looked at each other and exchanged smiles with our eyes. please! I said, take off your clothes.The smell of hot water infused with essential oils is pungent. Wash it slowly! After Ma Wu went out, I didn't know whether I felt relieved or lonely. I was inexplicably elated by Daniela's engagement.Daniela, who ate sweets together on the way to school every day and shared many little secrets. With a snap, the hot water in the tank sloshed.Seeing my legs and belly wobbling.There are black framed photographs of Izis and thick white bath towels on the walls. Only time froze around me. A quiet end.Ma Wu went to the gym, while Angela and I were walking and reading a book. You like reading very much. I remember Daniela saying that with her nose wrinkled in elementary school. Will you be a teacher? The library is the only place in the school where I can feel at ease.Bookworm reader (Topo di biblioteca, Amante della lettura), I really am that. On Sunday evening, I went shopping with Ma Wu in the supermarket.At night, watch videotape movies.Angela borrowed it suddenly.There are three videos, one is a Hong Kong film and the other two are American films. Which one is better? Angela asked with one knee on the sofa.A peach T-shirt and jeans, hair elastics around the wrists. all good.I said. Ma Wu looked at the title and frowned and said: Which one must I watch? Ma Wu! When I yelled, Ma Wu spread his arms and sat obediently on the sofa. Thanks.Angela looked at me and said. The result was a new American film, very violent. We had a round of bad things about the movie, and Angela said that she would not mention homesickness for the time being, and went back to the bedroom after each drinking a glass of mulled wine.The pistol shots and the bloodstains gave me a slight headache. I can't stand it.Ma Wu closed the door and said. A large round desk lamp with washi paper casts a soft light in the room. Une existence tranquille (quiet life). Well? When asked back, Ma Wu smiled.He opened the suitcase with a snap and took out a book. Novel, written by a Nobel Prize-winning writer, in French. I took it and flipped through two or three pages. Have you read it? I can't think of it. Ma Wu, who took off his clothes and only had a pair of white underwear on his body, gently hugged me who was holding the book, said Une existence tranquille again, and kissed my forehead. Ma Wu, who has a high body temperature, and a burly body that smells like soap. In bed, we talked about vacation plans.If you don't go to Switzerland, Sicily is also very good.Ma Wu said that he wanted to go to Florence, and he also wanted to go to Northern Europe.The small islands in the south are also good. Anywhere is fine.I said: As long as you want to go, you can go anywhere. Angela made breakfast the next day.Bright yellow omelet rice.certainly.She herself said that she had no appetite in the morning and did not eat.Haggardly drinking coffee. July. It was too bright outside the window, Angela's face standing by the window was too dark to see. Ma Wu has already gone to the office.I put away the dishes and opened the book to read. It seems to be hot today, too. As I spoke to Angela, who couldn't see her face, the doorbell rang.Low and loud voice. who? I couldn't believe the voice on the intercom. sunflower? I can't believe it, I miss the voice so much, I can't respond, the voice of the intercom is a little disturbed, Buon giomo? I can't believe it.I muttered, and there was a laugh from the intercom, a happy and relieved laugh. You should believe it. Jumping out of the gate, Chong stood in front of him.