Chapter 8 8. Strange dream

During the trip back home, Yu Jin didn't walk much, but Yu Jin felt that the muscles in his legs were tense.She took off the watch on her wrist, took off her clothes, without slippers, walked over barefoot and pushed open the bathroom door.The white bathtub on the right side of the bathroom was huge. She got into the hot water and soaked for a quarter of an hour before she relaxed.I remember that there is a beauty salon run by a Russian on Baike Road. It would be nice to go there for a massage, but not tonight.There was only one thing she was waiting for tonight. The sound of water rushing.I have a hunch that this time I'm afraid I'll have to do foxtrot in reality.The conversion of feather step to spin step is very free, small running and wave step, there will be unexpected effects, smooth step is very real, so many dazzling and difficult dance steps, what else do they want me to do?Yu Jin thought.To prepare for this performance, she eliminated all her dance partners on the boat from Hong Kong to Shanghai—those men thought this woman was dancing crazy.The water temperature was not hot enough, so she turned on the faucet to turn up the hot water.She unbuttoned her hair, flicked her neck, and let her long, slightly permed hair fall down.

She has already called Tan Na, but unfortunately he is not in the office.Give him a call later to let him relax, now she has to get rid of fatigue first, there is more work ahead. After taking a shower, Yu Jin dried her body with a towel and stepped on the carpet in the middle of the room. The parquet floor was shiny and was waxed every three months, so it was well maintained.Judging from the pattern, the carpet looks like the Persian area in the Middle East. It has a good texture, hand-woven filaments, patterns of flowers and birds, and a deformed rose.She leaned on the pillow and looked at the carpet. Those colors were bewildering and fresh, and her wings were fluttering, as if they were flying.

She put on a bathrobe, lay down on the bed, and immediately closed her eyes. Can't stay asleep, but can't sleep well.She felt that two women dressed up in seductive clothes came into the room. They leaned close to the bed, then went to the wardrobe, then checked her luggage, took out the clothes, and tried them on in the mirror. There is also a suite on the nineteenth floor, which is only reserved for special guests. The manager said it is vacant at this time.Where could these two women come from? Yu Jin wanted to sit up, but she was afraid that they would find that she was awake, so she still lay motionless on the bed.They put on her clothes and laughed and joked.The joke is very funny and obscene, about the similarity between men's words and gods, saying that gods are believers and spirits, and they only show themselves to pious people.The same goes for men, if you don’t believe it, it just won’t come out.

They were laughing happily, but Yu Jin couldn't laugh, it was ridiculous to talk about men's affairs in her room.Obviously seeing her sleeping, disturbing people's sleep is no longer appropriate, making loud noises, making jokes like this is even more inappropriate. "Don't laugh!" one woman hissed with her hand to her lips, telling another woman not to wake the person in the bed.The laughing woman held her belly and wanted to stop laughing, but she couldn't.It's just that the sound is much quieter. "Don't laugh, what's so funny!" Yu Jin squinted her eyes, and the woman who spoke seemed to be covered with a veil, so she couldn't see clearly.She suddenly took a look at Yu Jin, she looked very angry, as if she realized that she was pretending to be asleep, so she reached out and threw the black beret on the desk out of the window.

Yu Jin didn't bother to pretend to be asleep anymore, got up quickly, and ran to the window, and saw the hat in the drizzle, slowly floating in the air with the wind. She looked down and was startled. Nanjing Road was like a cliff at the bottom of a valley, and cars and pedestrians were walking on the bottom of the valley like insects and ants.The car horn sounded like a cry from afar.I have heard people say that this place is the first choice for the bankrupt rich in Shanghai to commit suicide. Jumping from the tallest building in Shanghai guarantees immediate death, and dies in the middle of the most prosperous Nanjing Road. No matter what, the last moment of life counts. vigorous.

The two women held Yu Jin's hand each, and each stood by the window. They said in unison: "That's it." Yu Jin struggled desperately to get away, shaking her head and shouting: "No." The body is sweaty.In the darkness, he half-raised his body with difficulty and saw that there was no one in the dark room. She sat up, took a deep breath, her chest felt much better, and she was mostly awake. Looking at the wall clock on the wall, he just took a nap for a quarter of an hour, but had a long dream, as if he had been cast by a spell, struggled weakly, and called for help silently.She rubbed her eyes and turned on the desk lamp, which was dazzling.The fear left by the dream immediately disappeared from his mind.

Picking up the phone, Yu Jin told the other end that she needed a radio.Suddenly found that there was no beret on the desk.It's obviously on the table, so wasn't that dream just a dream?She was startled, put down the phone, and saw that her luggage was still the same, her clothes were not messed up, and the wardrobe was empty. Quietly, she carefully checked the bedroom, the windows were open, the curtains were all drawn, and it was windy outside.She stretched out her head to look down, Nanjing Road was really bottomless, only the lights of the cars swept back and forth like the eyes of a beast.

Stop bullshitting yourself, she said to herself.At most, a gust of wind swept the hat away. She regained her composure and got up to pour a glass of water.Before taking a bath, she checked the situation of the entire hotel, and everything was as usual.You will feel at ease when you are there in person. Yu Jin looked out of the window while drinking water, facing the direction of the racetrack, the scenery was good, the Bund lights on the east side were densely lit, strange and bizarre.Going west, the concession is still the concession, and the overlook is still tidy. If you turn to the north terrace of the hotel and look at it, except for the area around Hongkou North Sichuan Road, it should be all scattered slums. Compared with the mess and dilapidation not long after the war was over, I hope Zhabei will change a little.When the lights are turned on at night, the contrast is even more intense: the dense and bright sea of ​​lights stretches to the horizon, which is very different from those places with dark yellow lights, but it is still the same Shanghai.

When she was in Hong Kong, she often bought magazines in Shanghai, and there were novels by popular writer Mo Zhiyin on them from time to time.Over tea, she would read a piece or two.This person seems to have recently become the latest spokesman for the style of Shanghai. His female characters spend a week in the three major department stores on Nanjing Road carefully selecting silk materials, and spend another week inviting a master tailor to come home to create a unique silk fabric. A new style of cheongsam, wear it out, go across the market, play a few rounds of mahjong and get compliments from your wife and comrades, then take it off, add it to the treasures of the wardrobe, and then start to choose the material for the second time.

However, she also understands that this may be the Shanghai style.Shanghai people still have to pay attention to their lives. Even in the era of horse chaos and war, when rich people treat guests, they can still buy fresh crabs from Chengyang Lake after a few detours.Under whose roof one takes refuge is a secondary matter. This evening, Yu Jin went to the restaurant on the 11th floor of the International Hotel and ate rare glutinous rice and Jinhua ham.From the surrounding atmosphere, she felt that she could smell the decadence in Mo Zhiyin's novels.Shanghai's self-abnegation and drunkenness today are real, more real than fiction, and can be touched with your hands. The charming park in the distance is mottled in winter, like damp mold growing.

There is a wonderful sentence in Mo Zhiyin's novel: Shanghai is a paradise built on hell.This beautiful piece of satin, which grew up in the neon city, now has a sweet and sluggish apocalyptic atmosphere, revealing endless desires. Suddenly she remembered that she hadn't called Tan Na yet, told her where she lived, and hadn't left a phone number for Tan Na's assistant, hoping he wouldn't wait too anxiously.Yu Jin walked to the phone, she remembered Tan Na's number.