Chapter 2 man who cheats farmers

Finally at 10 o'clock in the evening, I came to a luxury house with a man who had a casual acquaintance before. We hung around for two hours.I was invited to the house for a group event. I said "Okay" and gave a high five that we were breaking up anyway.I also made some hints that I was too tired.He asked, "Are you going up there?" From his mouth I heard a sound of teeth chattering. "yes." I immediately told him that he was invited to come.I thought to myself, I was invited to go up there, and I felt very beautiful up there, instead of standing here, standing below, standing outside the gate, looking at each other's ears, and now we are still facing each other in silence, as if we It has been decided to make a long stay at this location.At this moment, except for the stars in the sky, the surrounding houses and the darkness above the houses joined our silence.Some blurry walkers, I don't want to know where they go.But the sound of their footsteps, and the wind that always blows across the street, and the sound of the gramophone blowing through the closed windows of some room, all these sounds were heard clearly because of our silence.As if this is the constant and permanent feature of this alley.

My companion smiled, and from his smile and his expression afterwards, I dare say that he agreed that we parted, and he stretched his arms up along the wall, and turned his face to his arms with his eyes closed. However, I didn't finish reading his smile, because a feeling of embarrassment suddenly surrounded me.I understand this smile.This is a man who cheats farmers.that is it.Having lived in this city for several months, I believe I am all too familiar with these people.At night they stretch out their hands in the alleys, like the innkeepers treat us, you stand in front of the poster post, they hang around the post, like hide and seek, they emerge from behind the post forward, with only one Eyes peep.At street intersections, when you're angry, they'll suddenly float over the corner of the sidewalk.I know them all too well.They had been my first acquaintances in the city at a small hotel.Thanks to them, I first saw this entanglement.It's a trick I can't really forget right now.I've started to get to know them.Although you have fled from them long ago, even if they have ceased to deceive, they still seem to be standing in front of you.They don't sit or lie down, but they look at you from a distance, and they have a certain trusting look.Their tricks are always the same, and they pretend to be omnipotent in front of you.You are in a hurry to go somewhere, he blocks your way, and as compensation, he prepares you a house that exists only in his own heart; in the end, he will oppose your original idea after all, and he regards it as a Kindness to you, hugs to you, he's hugging you, face to face, after a long time of hanging around, I've learned that kind of farce.Rubbing my fingertips against each other, I kept his shameless work out of the way.

My acquaintance, still leaning here as before, always pretending to be a peasant swindler, is satisfied with his situation, and this satisfaction makes his cheeks blush. "I know!" I said, and tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and I hurried up the stairs, delighted by the earnest faces of the waiters in the anteroom, which was like a wonderful gift.I watched them one by one as they took off my coat and dusted my boots, took a breath, stretched, and walked into the hall.