Chapter 8 i love bill.8

A foreigner walked towards her quickly, the kind of old foreigner with a kind face, you can call him "Father" and talk to him about love.This is the advantage of foreigners. Their Greek looks are like a romantic background. No matter what their status is, they can also talk about love.Ah San waited for him to approach, ready to ask him: What can I help you.In the end, he said to Ah San: What can I help you with?Without even thinking about it, Ah San blurted out: Buy me a cup of coffee.When she said this, she was full of anger, and she blamed the old man for all the misfortune that happened to her just now, who asked him to come to the door by himself!The old foreigner said: Very good.Then he asked Ah San where he was going.Ah San pondered for a while, thinking that she didn't want to go back to this hotel, and she had better change to another one.So I took him into an old nearby hotel, went up to the second floor, and sat down at the coffee shop.

The scale of this hotel is much smaller, and there are fewer guests. There are only two of them in the coffee shop.Ah San ordered a cake, but she swallowed it in the blink of an eye, and ordered another.Calmly, San Ke finished the cake.The old foreigner looked at her with a smile, and said that she ate so many sweets, why she didn't get fat at all, it was a magic trick.Ah San didn't answer.She has been accepting and ignoring it, and she is still angry just now.The old man also praised Ah San for her beauty, especially her hair, it was so soft and silky!As he spoke, he reached out to touch the hair on her shoulders.Ah San shook her head, and her hair slid to the other side.The old foreigner felt empty, but he was not angry, and smiled more kindly.At this time, Ah San felt that she was almost out of anger, and her mood began to recover.She spread out the napkin, took out an ink pen, and drew a sketch of the old foreigner in three or two strokes.She hardly looked at him, for in her eyes all foreigners resembled each other, except Bill, of course, and Martin.She lifted the sketched napkin to the face of the old foreigner.The old foreigner exclaimed childishly, saying that it was simply magic.Ah San said: I have many such magic tricks, if you want them, we can talk about the price.The old foreigner said: Such an excellent magic trick should be collected by the Metropolitan Museum.Ah San recognized the old foreigner's cunning, so she followed him and said: Then please pass this over to the Metropolitan Museum.As he spoke, he folded the napkin and solemnly handed it to him.Both of them laughed.

At this time, the old foreigner said: My name is Joyce, and I am an American.Ah San said: My name is Susan, and I am Chinese.Because it was needless to say, the two laughed again.That way they know each other.Joyce then told her that he lived in Los Angeles, USA, and opened a gas station; his sons and daughters were grown up, some lived in the East, some lived in the West, and his wife died last year; , sold the gas station, and came to China for a trip, but unexpectedly, the god of death came one step ahead of the future, and his wife left. Only then did he realize that the future will never arrive, and it will always be yesterday; after a year , he sold the gas station and went to China, but his wife will never come to China.Ah San was overwhelmed by this, and she began to feel pity for this old Joyce, and began to eliminate the natural hostility in the way they met.Joyce took out a sweetheart pendant from his collar, lifted the cover, and showed Ah San the photo of his wife.Ah San moved her face closer, instead of looking at the photo, her eyes slipped over, and she saw spots and wrinkles on the old man's neck, which was really an old man.Ah San backed away, expressing her sympathy.The old man went on to say that his wife is an old-fashioned woman who has been working hard all her life, raising children, assisting her husband, and doing housework. She wanted to come to China because of the pandas in China. She is a woman who loves animals and has a philanthropic nature. .

Listening to his nagging, Ah San felt a little impatient and apprehensive, not knowing what the next step would be.However, it was over immediately.The old man stopped the conversation suddenly, beckoned the lady to pay the bill, and then said to Ah San with a smile that the tour group was going shopping in the afternoon, and he had never been interested in shopping. After seeing Ah San, he thought, maybe this lady will I am very interested in listening to him talk, I am very grateful, Shanghai is really a good place, Shanghai people are so friendly, you can see their smiling faces everywhere, now, he is going back to have dinner with everyone, and then go to acrobatics, where there are pandas.Ah San was a little dazed, not knowing what to answer, Joyce added: But Susan, you really can eat sweets!Ah San didn't even understand who "Susan" was referring to, so she stood up with him and walked out of the cafe.

The last thing of the day is to go to the critic and ask him for an arrears of painting that both of them have forgotten, and they will be settled from then on. This time the experience in the hotel lobby is hard to say whether it was a success or a failure.The important thing is that Ah San must figure out what she is looking forward to. Is it just drinking coffee with foreigners?Of course Ah San replied: No.However, drinking coffee is a good start, and who can predict what will happen next?It is not excluded that it will be Joyce's kind.God knows if his name is Joyce, just as God knows if Ah San's name is Susan.In any case, the matter with Joyce at least proved that the beginning of the matter is possible. As long as the matter begins, it will always go down and there will always be a result.Thinking of this, Ah San felt relieved.

The next day, Ah San slept until the sun was high and did not cross the river to Puxi until three o'clock in the afternoon.This time, she walked into the coffee shop calmly, ordered a drink, and then looked around with fresh interest.At this moment, it is the time when the hotel lobby is active.The cafe is almost half full, in twos and threes, some talking loudly, some whispering.Only Ah San was alone, but her calm and happy expression made one think that someone would come to her appointment immediately.This is a dark corner. Looking from here, the bright lobby looks like a noisy auditorium before the opening of a play, and this is the stage.The curtain has not yet been opened, the lights have not yet been turned on, and the performance is brewing.Ah San felt very peaceful in her heart.Someone walked past her, not the type of person she expected, so she was indifferent.The people around have nothing to do with her, they are all talking about their own affairs and drinking their own drinks, but these people, these whispers, the drink in the cup, the aroma of coffee, and the little light form a similar The warm atmosphere of home relieved Ah San's loneliness and loneliness.How good it is!She forgot her painting, and she forgot Bill and Martin.Because in addition to the warm atmosphere here, there is also a reserved and polite expression, which isolates private memories.

A foreigner came over, glanced at her, and smiled at her.Ah San reacted in time, but didn't catch her.The man walked over and sat down in the corner. After a while, his Chinese boyfriend came again.Ah San thought: That's a homosexual. Ah San is glad that she is familiar with this place, unlike the middle-aged woman over there, with a reserved and shy look, and dressed so inappropriately, a silk dress, wrapped weakly around her thick and bed on the shoulders.She drank the coffee with a small spoon and scooped it up, and she also made a mistake.With her foil, Ah San felt even more confident.She is the one who is really suited for this.Another person came, looking like a German, serious, rigid, and arrogant, Ah San was making judgments.He was alone and sat down at the next table across the corridor.The lady walked over and brought the drink order, and he said "coffee" without looking at it, and then took the cigarettes from the cigarette case.Everything was so natural, Ah San stood up, walked towards him, and asked: Excuse me, sir, can I have a cigarette?Of course, he said, handing her the cigarette case.Ah San took out one, he lit it with his lighter, and Ah San returned to his seat.The two were smoking a cigarette across a corridor, and neither of them looked at the other.Then, his coffee arrived.The lady put down her coffee and walked down the corridor between them.It seems that some causes of the matter are slowly accumulating, which is reflected in the two of them looking a little stiff.

When Ah San finished smoking a cigarette and put out the butt in the ashtray, the "German" handed her the cigarette case again: Another one?Ah San declined.The two looked at each other and smiled, their expressions relaxed. Where is sir from, Germany?Ah San asked.America, he replied.Ah San said: I was wrong.He asked: Why did you think it was Germany?Ah San teased him and said: Because you look very serious.The Americans laughed.Ah San thought: That's right, a little thing can amuse them Americans.The Americans just laughed and said: Do you know many Germans?No, Ah San replied slowly, I once had an American friend who was very different from you, so I thought you were not.Americans say: where is your friend?Ah San pinched her fingers together, opened them, and made a beep, indicating that she had flown.Americans sympathize.But Ah San said no, she raised her eyebrows slightly, expressing another opinion, she said: There is an old Chinese saying that the rice dumpling banquet always comes to an end.The Americans disagreed, saying: If it's not rice, it's love.This time it was Ah San's turn to smile, and said: Love?What is love?

They chatted across a corridor like this, and they also talked about love.Both of them were a little excited and had a lot to say, but after thinking for a while, they couldn't say anything, so they stopped. After a short pause, Ah San asked: Are you going to Shanghai for sightseeing, sir?The American replied that it was a job, teaching languages ​​in a certain university, and went to the bank to exchange money on Sunday, and then came here, and asked Ah San what he did, and Ah San said he was a painter.Asked where she was studying, she replied that she had dropped out of school, why, he asked, no why, Ah San replied, and said, do you know?Stallone, the star of your country, was expelled 14 times during his 13-year schooling career.The Americans just laughed.

Ah San is very proud of this kind of dialogue, which has some special meaning, which is close to the thrill of creation.This is not the pursuit of reality, it has nothing to do with reality, on the contrary it is similar to dreaming.That's what I got when I was with Bill.This feeling is intensified when she manages to manipulate the English language with deftness, making the dialogue more and more exciting.This foreign language, separated from her by a membrane, must pay attention to its pronunciation and syntax. It is the material for her to create dreams, and it gives reality to dreams.She is really rapt. When people say one thing, she will say three.Soon, she said it alone, and the Americans listened with a smile.He obviously didn't have as much to say as she did.He seemed to be the kind of simple-minded person. Because he was working outside alone, he felt even more lonely. When someone talked to him, he was naturally very welcome.

Time passed, and the lights were turned on at the bar, as if the show was about to start.The face of the bartender under the light also rendered some dramatic colors.The rustic-looking woman over there had already left with her companion, replaced by two young ladies, each with a glass of drink, relatively speechless.Ah San suddenly suggested: How about having dinner together?The American smiled. He was worried that the girl would stop talking and get up to say goodbye. He didn't know how to pass the night. He said: Very good, and he knew that there was a small restaurant nearby. The spicy tofu was very good. .So the two settled their bills, got up and left, Ah San felt the gazes of the two newly arrived young ladies resting on her back for a long time, while the gentleman at the bar lowered his head, playing with his dick, doing nothing I did not see it. Dinner is paid separately, according to American habits.Although Ah San is struggling financially, she has a sense of equality because of it.During the meal, the American told her that his wife and children were still in the country, and if he continued to work, he would bring them over.Ah San was not interested in his family affairs, and thought to himself: I don't plan to marry you, and it was Ah San's indifferent expression that strengthened the confidence of the Americans.As soon as he walked out of the restaurant, he took Ah San's hand and said, "Let's start another feast!"Ah San remembered what he said about the banquet just now, and almost laughed, thinking that these Americans all looked stupid, and they were smarter than ghosts at critical moments.Ah San didn't free her hand, looked up at his face and said: What banquet?He replied seriously: It is a feast that always ends.He seemed to be unable to stand Ah San's gaze, turned his eyes and added: I'm really lonely.After a pause, Ah San said: I am also very lonely. Later, they went to a room in the specialist building of the university where he taught. This is an old suite that has been recently refurbished.Modern upholstery made it look even more dated.The plastic wallpaper, the thin wooden curtain box, the lotus-style wall lamp at the head of the bed, especially the new-style sanitary ware in the bathroom: a low bathtub for showering, a single-legged washbasin. In the room with the wooden shutters, there seemed a strange sense of crampedness.Ah San looked at the new but cheap chandelier on the ceiling, hanging in the center of the old decorative pattern, smelling the smell in the room, mixed with men's cologne, toast and butter.It reminded her of the smell in the remittance apartment where she worked as a governess.How long ago that has been.She thought of Bill. The American was attracted by Ah San, and her sexual boldness surprised him.In contrast, he is conservative and cautious.For a moment, he even thought that Ah San was a girl in that industry.But she was puzzled again, Ah San didn't talk about money, and even the dinner was 50-50.When Ah San put on his long and bulky nightgown and went to the bathroom to take a shower, he was always in a dilemma whether to give Ah San money.In the end, he decided not to mention it and waited for her to mention it.But Ah San didn't mention it. After she walked out of the bathroom, she concentrated on arranging her long wet hair.She sat cross-legged on the bed, and some cool water droplets splashed on him.Her figure was very small in his nightgown, which made her very attractive.The American suddenly felt that it was unfair, and he felt sorry for him, saying that he could not keep her overnight, because the guard would notice this, and they were still strangers.Ah San interrupted him, saying, she knew, she started dressing after cutting her hair.When she was ready to go out, he stopped her, blushed, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know if..." and handed over a green dollar bill.Ah San smiled, and she pondered for a while, as if thinking about how to answer, and the American's face turned redder.Ah San raised her hand, took the banknote readily, turned around to leave again, the American stopped her again and asked if he could meet her again.He said that he had no class next Sunday and would go to the hotel where they met today. Ah San walked out of the expert building and walked to the road. It was already twelve o'clock, and the last ferry left. Where was she going?This didn't bother her, and she walked on the road deviated from the urban area in good spirits.The truck rattled past her, shaking the ground beneath her feet.She walked aimlessly, humming a song.Her bare arms and legs felt smooth and cool from the bath, and her half-dry hair felt refreshed.The last train passed behind her and stopped at the station a few steps away without even opening the door.Ah San hurried up and shouted: "Wait a minute."The car that was about to start slammed open the door again.Ah San didn't even look at the number of cars and where she was going, she stepped into the car, and the door slammed shut behind her. Now, Ah San's life is on the track again, that is, on Sunday afternoons, having a date with an American, having a dinner, of course the Americans pay, and then going to the suite in the expert building. It hinders her from going to the coffee shop in the lobby of a certain hotel sometimes. If she is invited, as long as it is not a foreigner that she hates very much, she will accept it with a smile.Not only to kill time, but also to seek better opportunities, what kind of opportunities?Ah San was still at a loss.But the experience in the lobby has finally begun, and its regularity gradually revealed, and Ah San's purpose will also be revealed.