Chapter 64 sixty-four

Aunt Fang is always refreshed. Her so-called nerves appear in front of your eyes like a strong prickly prickly pear after a night of sleep.Aunt Fang said: "He is withered, but I am not withered, our life is not withered. Now, it is time for me to appear by his side, isn't it? If he can recognize me, then , all the scenes will be performed by me alone. On the contrary, if he can’t recognize me, it’s very likely that the saxophonist has seen too many women’s faces in his life. I have a premonition that he won't recognize me, so you have to stay." They obeyed the vines in their lives like this, and it was just as Aunt Fang expected: the sax player suffered from amnesia .That morning, when they appeared in Sachs's rented room, Aunt Fang specially dressed up to bring herself back to the attire she wore many years ago. At that time, Aunt Fang was simple and elegant, blooming with a mature fragrance like an orchid .

This was the first time that Aunt Fang appeared in front of the man she wanted to take revenge on, and called the saxophonist's name by the name of decades ago, which was a kind name.The saxophonist looked at them numbly, and suddenly got inspiration, brought the only stool in the living room and muttered: "You are here to listen to my performance, I guessed right, you must be my audience, oh, it has been a long time In the past, I had a big recital hall..." Li Shuizhu heard the language she heard in the last meeting again, and for this reason, she concluded that the saxophonist had really lost his memory before the last meeting.No one knows why he lost his memory.A person is forgotten so quickly, even if he was once popular in this place; even if the notes played by this person have dominated people's spiritual life history, this person will still be forgotten by people.For before this was forgotten, a mighty force brought forth a fresh young band who replaced an old saxophonist's rusted instrument; The eye rolls to the younger saxophonist and yells for it.Just like that, the old saxophone, holding his lonely instrument in his hand, retreated from behind the scenes.It was from this moment that his amnesia began.

In a sense, this is a kind of blissful amnesia, the amnesia caused by the farewell banquet, so he lost the memory of his ex-wife, just like this, Aunt Fang can stand in front of the old sax player, and she shows A stroking state appeared: Actually, she wanted to touch the wind instrument, and she wanted to know, is the wind instrument really rusted?Many things rust, and it is time that causes things to rust.For example, one thing that is often used, whether it is an alarm clock, a dagger, a card issuer, or a telephone, they all get rusted in the four seasons, and even our brains get rusted .For example, Li Shuizhu's mother, whenever she thinks of her mother, Li Shuizhu will feel that there is a serious problem with her mother's brain circulatory apparatus, so they become withered and withered ahead of time.

Aunt Fang's hand has never trembled like this before. She stretched out her hand to resist the instrument and said to herself: "It's the same instrument from before. A long time ago, I wanted to do a stupid thing. I wanted to smash this wind instrument into pieces to make the saxophone player hate me." mediocrity, i know, he already had an affair... oh, i remembered, why did i forget this woman, the very existence of that woman caused the sax player to tear up the marriage certificate completely. why didn't i think of her Why have I forgotten her? In fact, I should remember her, and I should clearly know that it was not the saxophonist who caused me to lose my marriage, but this woman." Aunt Fang suddenly sneered, retracted her hand, and said to Li Shuizhu : "I've found my target now, let's meet that woman, I remember she's a lighting engineer, she works in a theater troupe, when I first met her, of course she was younger than you are now They are still young. Youth is great bait, and when anglers are sitting on the bank fishing, if they throw some good bait in the water, then the fish will quickly take the bait.”

This story is not new, but it has happened.A past that has been ignored by Aunt Fang is now vividly remembered, opening like a movie screen: the first time Aunt Fang felt the existence of that woman was when she found a handwritten note in the man's musical instrument case. It's not surprising that Aunt Fang doesn't mind. When she opens the instrument case to scrub the dust, she often finds all kinds of business cards.Before that, their marriage had experienced frictions of all sizes.The saxophonist thought her nail polish was too gaudy and vulgar, and that her slit skirt had a kind of kitsch.So, of course she is working hard to make up for this gap. She always cleans the dust on the instrument for the saxophone silently. Her hard work tells the saxophone player that she is not mediocre, she loves music. The notes fluttering out of the instrument box.Unexpectedly, she unconsciously threw the handwritten phone number into the trash can. When the saxophonist came back one night to look for the handwritten number, the saxophonist said loudly: "You know that phone number was written by a young woman. Yes, so you got jealous, so you destroyed it."

The second time Aunt Fang felt the existence of that woman was at dusk when the phone rang and a woman called to find the saxophone player. His hand crossed the bathroom, wrapped in a large towel, and snatched the phone. Sac sat next to the phone, ignoring her existence, and whispered to the woman on the phone to make an appointment to meet tomorrow.Aunt Fang couldn't hear the agreed time and meeting place.Yet she knew that the saxophonist was going to meet a woman tomorrow, and she checked the phone, and the handwritten phone number hadn't really disappeared from the trash can, and after that argument, she reached into the trash can , She is very fortunate that she did not throw out the garbage bags in her home in time.Just like that, the phone number had been wrapped in tomato red skin, and she tore it open again.She quietly left a phone number, and now after checking, it turned out to be the same phone number, so her scheming extended to tomorrow like an invisible Guati climbing in the depths of the night.

Tomorrow meant that the flames of jealousy had overwhelmed her, so she watched: half an hour before dusk, the saxophonist started sticking his hands out of the closet.Men, like women, have to dress up before going on a date.This kind of common sense that is neither stupid nor smart fills her with pleasure, because she will be a shadow in this dusk, always following behind the man.The saxophone player put on his favorite black cashmere coat. In that winter, Aunt Fang's gloomy mind was worn on the man's body like that coat, and she became a shadow.This is not the first time. She had experienced shadows in her marriage with other men before.

The saxophonist went out, he rode a bicycle, back then, saxophonists didn't have cars.Aunt Fang also pedaled a bicycle, and the saxophone player went into a residential compound.Next, when she was about to enter the compound, the old man at the porter stopped her and asked her who to look for.She said to find the lighting engineer of the theater troupe.The old man said, there are several lighting engineers, which one are you looking for?She was stunned. At this moment, she saw the saxophone player going into the first unit on the first floor. She pointed at him casually, and the old man understood now. He said, "Come in." She went into the yard and parked her bicycle Downstairs, the man was already heading upstairs, oh, this is where the young lighting engineer lived, she went upstairs holding her breath, the door opened and closed, it only took two seconds, and she went down Lou, she is a silent observer, and she will not easily appear on the stage until she has figured out the truth of the matter.

The third time Aunt Fang felt the presence of that woman was one night when the saxophonist called and told her that he was staying at the hotel because the orchestra performed too late.This was the first time he spent the night outside, and Aunt Fang's suspicious nerves suddenly touched the power of electric current like the wires lingering in the room. When she went out, she pedaled her bicycle and chased forward desperately.She wants to catch up with the shadow of the sax player, and she wants to verify whether this man is lying.That night, she stood at the door of the lighting engineer and knocked on the door. If the door opened, she would enter the room. room, if the saxophonist is not at the gaffer's house, she explains to the gaffer that she knocked on the wrong door, sorry, she was looking for a man, but she knocked on the wrong door, sorry.