Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Tokyo

haven't seen you for a long time. Chong stood in the morning sun.The overly friendly smile that is obviously out of harmony with the surroundings in Japanese universities, and the head shaved like a Japanese chef have not changed. I can't believe it. I repeated the same words blankly, Chong spread his hands with a wry smile, and shrugged. You are really back! How many years has it been?Takashi was my classmate when I was in a Japanese school. When I was in high school, I returned to Japan with my family. Later, we met again in a Japanese university.Thanks to this friend, although he looks Japanese, he has a frankness and straightforwardness that the Japanese are far from, which makes me feel saved from time to time.

worship! I managed to call out his name, so happy that I was surprised, and hugged this memorable friend with a smile. The place where you live is full of luxury!Chong said so as soon as he walked into the apartment. As long as Chong said it, no matter what kind of words he said, he couldn't hear the meaning of criticism. your friend?Angela asked curiously. I said: yes. Before I could introduce him, Chong volunteered his name.I can't speak fluent English, but I have a friendly smile that makes people have nothing to complain about. This is Angela.I said. They said hi to each other and shook hands lightly.By the too bright window.

Angela is Ma Wu's sister, Ma Wu Chong block my words, I know, Federica told me That's right, it is impossible for anyone in Japan to know my address, except my parents. It seems that you haven't seen each other for a long time.Angela said with great interest. Do you want coffee? I'll take a bath, don't bother. I need to hide in the kitchen.Even for a minute, I need to be alone, to block back the pressured Tokyo. It's fine.I tell myself.Chong is from Milan.We went to the same elementary school, as did the high school in the exchange school, and often played together.Toasted sandwiches in the school cafeteria, Plaza San Babila at night.I search Chong and my memory in Milan.Chong is my friend in this ancient city.

I made coffee and served it with biscuits, like the coffee shop next to the high school. It seems that Chong did not move back to live, but just used the summer vacation to play.It is said that I came here after a week in Spain. Remember Vaccaro? I nodded, it was a boy who had a very good relationship with me in Chongsheng High School. I just live in his apartment. After graduating from university, Chong stayed at the graduate school, specializing in medieval literature, became very interested in Buddhism for some reason, and transferred to a Buddhist university in the suburbs of Tokyo.

In the ninth year of college life!he said with a grin. Buddhism!Angela's eyes are shining, I was very interested in Buddhism before, how long will you stay in Milan? one week.Chong said, biting a biscuit. After coffee, we went for a walk and made an appointment with Angela too, but she didn't come because she said she didn't want to disturb our reunion.It was hot outside, and the contrast between sun and shade on the dull stone walls was striking. Where do you want to go?I asked. Chong shrugged.I miss any place, any place, but I don't have the emotion I expected in every place.

Japanese that I haven't heard in a long time. I got drunk in the square that night when I first came here, and slept until yesterday afternoon. In the evening, I went to climb the cathedral with Vaccaro. cathedral? Lofty and massive, with a physique as good as an Italian or an American.Wears a canary yellow shirt with self-adhesive buttons, and faded black jeans. Well, it's a clear day, drinking a beer overlooking the city.I also read it carefully inside, and the whole person was shocked, unusually. Indeed, everything was unusually large, unusually old, and unusually stately. Like a tourist.

I am a tourist!Chong smiled and said: You look good! When I got on the subway, Chong naturally protected me and stood. It's very good!certainly. Chong Fan reflected on the dark car window gave a wry smile, still the same. Get off at the central station, we go to the small park.A small park with drinking fountains, flower beds and benches, but no name.Black dog drinks water at the watering place. The environment is so poor, looking forward to the street view surrounded by high-rise buildings and frequent traffic, said: the primary school is actually built here. It seems to have moved to a place with a better environment now, but when we were young, the primary school was nearby.

I come to this place very often.I sat on the bench with my face upturned, the tip of my nose basking in the sun, and I put on sunglasses.There is a big hotel over there, so I often come here to pick up Ma Wu's clients. I see.Chong also sat down. I often think, I wonder if the principal is okay? I just said that, and Chong chuckled, as if he knew something inside. I guess so! At that time, there were many male prostitutes around the central station at night.Of course we don't know this.When I was in school, the principal cleaned around the school gate every morning.There are condoms on the ground.

How long have you lived there?Chong asked.There is a silver ring on the little finger of his left hand. a year and a half. The big dog followed the fat man out of the park just now. Yeah? Even in places with frequent traffic and crowded buildings, the sky is still very blue. Remember Daniela? certainly. I told him Daniela was engaged.Time does pass. We made an appointment to talk slowly tomorrow, and we broke up at the station.No mention of Tokyo, of course, would be unnatural. who? After returning home, he was so hot that he took a shower first, asked Ma Wu, who was wearing a polo shirt and shorts, drank soda water to moisten his throat, and wiped his wet hair with a towel.

My friend, the son of a foreign employee of a trading company, grew up here, and I haven’t seen him since graduating from university. He suddenly came to see me today. Feeling very good, Angela, who was pinching an olive and flipping through a magazine, interjected: She said she was studying Buddhism. oh?How long are you staying here? A week, Angela replied. Invite him over for dinner?Ma Wu said.The smell of ma wu after shower makes me feel bad.Ma Wu's thick neck, muscular shoulders, and calves. However, studying at the same university in Japan is also a coincidence.I laughed and said, because there are too few schools that accept children of overseas returnees.

Ma Wu said with a surprised expression: It's too closed. Hungry, eat quickly!Angela said. The morning is spent in the atrium of the Convent of Santa Maria delle Grazie.A low, gloomy sky.A windless day.The sandy paths and lawns were well groomed, and the fountain guarded by the four frogs was deserted.I have loved the peace of mind here since I was a child. Frog Garden is the season when magnolias are in full bloom. In spring, it must be written in my mother's letter. After spending four years at the University of Tokyo, the day I returned to this city that I hadn’t planned to return to, although it was March and it was snowing heavily, I was able to cry a little when I looked at the courtyard closed by the heavy snow the next morning. Sit on the stone wall of the cloister and read a book.The smell of the mixture of earth and stone is inhaled deeply into the lungs. At noon, meet Chongyue in Novixi.When I arrived, Chong had already arrived, and he was looking outside with his chin resting on the table by the window. so early?When I greeted him, he turned his face and said with a smile: Buon giomo. Novice was also very lively today. We ordered wine first, shared pasta and salad, and both ordered fish as the main course.For men, Chong doesn't eat much, but eats carefully and cleanly.Fingers with silver rings. Not working? Yes, I have! Part time. The fish was mahi, served with fried zucchini. There's an antique jewelry store near Parc San Pioneer, remember? Chong nodded, took a sip from the big water glass. Next to the bus stop, right?On the first floor of a dull pink building. Yes, yes, I work there. I tore a piece of bread and put it in my mouth. I always find it strange to eat with Chong like this.Neither of us had ever been to a restaurant like this when we were in high school, not even in Tokyo. How did you meet your American boyfriend? Chongwen, I try to be as brief as possible, and of course I choose words to explain without any concealment.When I first came back, I temporarily stayed at Daniela's house. Later, I found a job and rented an apartment. At that time, I met Ma Wu, a guest. was overtaken.Chong said. I replied half-jokingly: Yes!After giggling, there was a sudden strange silence. Ma Wu is a serious person.I said looking out the window.The green Fiat is parked on the side of the narrow road. He is a serious, steady and intelligent person. Chong didn't say anything. dessert?The kopi here is Daniela's anesthetic!I said, waving for the waiter. Walk side by side under the street tree.There is a strong coffee aroma in the mouth. Where are you going? Make an appointment with Ma Wu to meet in the evening, so let's go to the library before that. Green street trees stand upright against the gloomy sky, and ancient gray walls stretch. He Shunzheng hasn't been in touch since then?Chongwang looked ahead and asked. From then on?I lowered my head and asked back.Looking at his brown shoes and Chong Chong's black toes that seemed to have never been polished.What does it mean since then, how on earth did Chong know about that? No, not since graduation. We broke up, the result of a serious argument before graduation. Where is he now? have no idea.I said, laughing softly, it was a long time ago, the love of my school days. The road turns into a gentle high slope, and there are many mansions on both sides.Slightly dirty cat on the fence.The body is a bit dirty, but the eyes are beautiful. What happened?Chong asked softly, you are so close, what happened? I stopped, looked at Chong's face, and raised my eyebrows, what kind of conversation is this? Chong smiled and did not respond. Already forgotten, already eight hundred years ago. After I finished speaking helplessly, I stepped forward again. The sentence that I was once so good made me emotional, and my whole body was hopelessly shaken by the words that were so good and so good that I repeated several times. Chong no longer asked. Reading books makes no progress at all.Sitting at the corner of the large table on the south side of the library, I looked blankly into the room.Bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, brown ladders leaning against them, spines of countless books. Chong has a taste of Tokyo.Where is it, I can't say, but every movement of Chong's hands, feet and breath reminds me of Tokyo.That was when all three of us were weird students returning from foreign countries, or when we were gradually losing our sense of self, swallowed by the irrational security of Japan as a country. I closed my book and went outside, across the parking lot, toward the subway station. A Xingshun is someone who will never disappear in my life.What happened with him was not a student romance in the distant past. I stop.West Pharmacy windows are adorned with bird bath toys and eyeglass rinsing machines. You can really nest in such a place without moving. When I went to the library to read, Shunzheng would definitely come and take me out. It will get moldy if it is not exposed to the sun. Walk along the back of the riding arena together.A university with a vast campus. K bookworm! Shunzheng said, I laughed. That's what people said about me when I was in Milan. I live in an apartment next to the university.The apartment is a single-family wooden building, the stairs are outside the building, the stairs and the walls are white, the first floor and the second floor are each rented to a student, and they take it as their own room, and come when they feel like it.Of course, I am the same too. I don’t know how much time I spent in Meiqiu’s Shunzheng apartment, the dense time that was so happy that the eyes were dizzy and all emotions were condensed. We were both nineteen, children.Love savagely.Savagely throwing all of oneself on the other party, not caring about losing the past and the future. Although Shunzheng was not the first boy who made love to me, he was the first boy who made me truly dedicate myself, body and soul.The first and only one. We are inseparable wherever we go.Even when the branches are in different places, the hearts are also together. We talk about everything.Childhood, parents, servants hired at home.Although we grew up far away from each other in New York and Milan, we are sure that we are always searching for each other, telling each other about loneliness!So what Shun Zheng said about the Chinese servant, the lullaby she taught him, the Japanese school in New York, the boy scouts, the mother who passed away when I was young, the painter grandfather, and the crossing of the United States to Los Angeles alone at the age of twelve I took it as the same. I heard my own things in my ears and engraved them directly in my memory. I like to hear Shunzheng talk.On the riverside path, in front of the stone steps of the memorial hall, in the cafe in the basement, in our room.With a gentle voice, Shunzheng speaks with astonishing enthusiasm to anyone.Often want to understand each other, but also let the other side understand.So when I talk too much, I will suddenly become silent, and suddenly hug me tightly as if words cannot express it. I love Soon Jung like separated twins love their other half.It makes no sense. Influenced by Shunzheng's fondness for painting, we often went to art galleries.Setagaya, Songtao, Ueno, Nezu.As soon as I heard that there was a good exhibition, I even went to Nagano and Yamanashi.When looking at the painting, follow the focused side face. Shun normally used me as a model for sketching.Shunzheng's right hand accurately drew me on the paper.I had the illusion that I was fixing in Shun Zheng's heart with the same rhythm and speed that I was fixing on the drawing paper. As if in the arms of a mother. In my arms, Shun said so normally.I have a strange feeling. Ma Wu hasn't arrived yet. Peck in the evening is crowded.Mozart played at a low volume, I took the wine brought by the acquainted clerk, and walked slowly in the store.Many bottles of wine neatly arranged.The air-conditioned store is bright and clean. Ma Wu will never be late.After less than a circle, a deep and affectionate voice came from behind. I really want to see you. my favorite sound.I turned around and kissed Ma Wu's cheek, and stretched out the cup in my hand.The glass of white wine was stained with thin droplets. Don't drink? Ma Wu asked puzzledly, then poured it down his throat and divided it into two mouthfuls. Ma Wu, who smelled of soap, took off his jacket, and put on a light blue shirt with silver cuffs. I really want to see you!I looked at Ma Wu's face and said. When taking the elevator, I was always in front of him, and Ma Wu put his arms around my waist from behind.Buried his nose in my hair and muttered. We bought ham at the meat counter, sliced ​​and cubed.The shopping cart contained canned beer, mineral water, Mawu's favorite mango and Angela's favorite pretzels. What about again? Ma Wu asked after putting the cart back.We intertwined our fingers to look at the vegetable counter. After shopping, pack things in the back of the car, get in the car after kissing.The peace of mind in Ma Wu's car.The street lights have been turned on, but the night is still light.Turn on the car stereo, the music of Saint-Saëns flows out, it is Samson and Delilah. I like to sit next to Ma Wu who is driving.Love the way he looks in the rearview mirror, the way he wraps his arms around the back of the passenger seat when reversing, and the way he puts on his seat belt with one hand when the car starts. How was your day?I asked. Ma Wu reacted quickly and said: Work! Are you tired? no! It's really a cheerful voice that doesn't feel tired at all.Ma Wu will never complain. How about your day? nothing! Really nothing. Arrange the side dishes bought back, open a bottle of red wine for dinner.Angela, who watched the postman video during the day, was very touched and spoke about the plot outline. After taking a bath and enjoying the cool on the balcony, Ma Wu came over with Amaret.Soak in chunks of ice. Finished?I took the cup and asked.Ma Wu has been typing on the computer. about there.What a comfortable wind!He squinted into the night air. Do you like this city? I asked what Ma Wu had never asked before.Ma Wu stood behind me, wrapping me in his arms, leaning on the pole with both hands, and said: Milan?Taking a close look at my face, I replied, "Of course."Because here is my little baby. I was wearing apricot home clothes, which Ma Wu gave me on my last birthday. What if I'm gone?I took Ma Wu's left hand and put it on my cheek, and kissed it lightly. That's it!Ma Wu looked up at the sky, with a sullen face, and made a conclusion: it would become a cold, gray, and gloomy city. After a short kiss, we went back to the room, fell on the bed and kissed all over the body again, passionately and long.Slowly as usual, Ma Wu's tongue was a magic tongue embraced, and when she raised her face from the sheet panting, Amaret's ice cube had completely melted. Had a terrible dream. The sound hides in the dream that fills the room.I can't see it, but I know it's hidden in the room.every corner of the room.I was locked in that room, and it was dark outside. I know.Open the window and you can see the park, the park that is dry in winter.There are plum groves on both sides of the long staircase, and elderly people are walking. Even though he was waiting, Shunzheng did not come back.Waiting without sleep for days on end.Wait without eating or drinking.The sound stifles the laugh. He opened his eyes, sweating a little.Maybe it's because he slept with Ma Wu's legs wrapped around him because of his high body temperature.Wiping off the sleep sweat, the body trembled slightly.Because that room is cold. I lay on my back and remained still for a while.Then get out of bed gently, pick up underwear and home clothes, put on a cotton sweater, cover Ma Wu with a towel, and walk into the kitchen. There was a slight motor whine when the kitchen lights were turned on.Black and white floor pattern.The microwave's digital clock says three o'clock.I sat on a chair and looked up at the ceiling. Ma Wu! I whispered, a very guilty voice, I felt overwhelmed and wanted to cry. Ma Wu! Ma Wu! Ma Wu! He called out several times softly, covering half of his face with one hand.Even if he is by my side like this, even if he lives with me like this. Open your eyes and see the bare toes.Cold-looking white toe tips.They were so small that Ma Wu said they were the feet of a doll. I thought about putting on nail polish after dawn.I rolled up my hair, got up and opened the tableware rack, and took out a large glass bowl with a diameter of about fifteen centimeters.A wide-mouthed macaroni bowl with a white lid filled with a wine cork filled one-third full and rattling when shaken.I uncapped the bottles and lined up the corks one by one on the table. TO MY AOI, WITH LOVE. TO MY AOI, ON YOUR BIRTHDAY. DEAR AOI 11.2.1995. Each cork is written in Ma Wu's round font.Whenever the two of us had a special dinner together, he would take a ballpoint pen out of his pocket and write it down. TO AOI, MARV. WITH MILLIONS OF KISSES. TO AOI, CHRISTMAS 1996. I read them one by one, sniffing them with the tip of my nose from time to time.The cork has no bouquet, only a soft dry taste. TO MY AOI, 6.20.1996. TO AOI, FESTA DELLA DONNA. TO AOI, FROM MARV WITH LOVE. Also written in Italian. for the little ones. my darling. The little happiness shared with Ma Wu, each wine cork.As I read, I slowly pushed Tokyo back.In the darkness of my heart. TO AOI, MARV. AOI, HAPPY NEW YEAR. TO MY AOI, MUCH LOVE. Close your eyes, sigh softly, put the cork back in the bowl, cover it and put it back on the rack. A Xingshunzheng has passed. The long hair hanging down the shoulders, the high bridge of the nose and the clear eyes staring at me. I drank water and turned off the kitchen lights.Go back to the bedroom where Ma Wu fell asleep.