Chapter 72 that eternal look back

I wrote a story in the column; the story is half-truth and half-false, written with emotion. In June 2002, I lived in Guangzhou for three days. On the first night, I went to the foot bath next to the hotel to "wash my feet"; my feet were half-ripe in boiling medicinal soup, and then I pinched my elbows to eat them. Phoenix eye boxing, people, but comfortable to use.I've always been cold, I don't like to strike up a conversation with people, and the girl who greets me doesn't talk too much; looking at her with pain, that face is delicate and beautiful, such a girl should be photographed by the lake of Mount Olympus, with long hair hanging down When they go to the lake, they all turn into daffodils; after all, they should not wash people's feet in such a place.

"When does the store close?" I asked. "Two o'clock in the morning." She said that she was most afraid of customers visiting before closing, which would prevent her from going home. "Next time, I'll come at one fifty-five in the morning." I frightened her; she signaled with her eyes: She will hate me, and hate me for the rest of her life. The next day, there was heavy rain and thunder, so I went there after dinner; she was very happy to see me. "Do you like drawing?" she asked. "I don't draw, I take pictures." Indeed, because of the bad weather, there is nothing to do. "Reading a magazine." She handed me the printout. "What's so good about magazines?" I don't read books or magazines when I go out. "It's pretty." She went to get tea, and I flipped through the "magazine".

It is actually the "Chinese Oil Painting" atlas of the Guangzhou Spring Auction in 1995. There is one, painted by Gao Qiang in 1992, which was exhibited in the National Art Museum of China; in 1993, the oil painting was sent to Hong Kong for exhibition. At that time, if I When I see this picture, I will definitely buy the original work, and I will definitely be fascinated by the girl in the picture. "The person in the painting looks a bit like you." I said to the girl who was doing my leg. "It's me." She smiled contentedly, she said, at that time, she was only sixteen years old.

"Can you cut it off and give it to me?" I asked naturally. "Take it." She replied generously.Take away her "magazine", only to find that the pages of the book have been turned yellow and old; there is no doubt that this is the thing she is most proud of, and it is the proof of her best years; how can a woman's most precious thing be handed over give me? "Maybe she has a thousand copies, and she will give them to anyone she meets," Xiao Heiming said.What a vulgar native.However, I really hope that she still keeps a copy, so that her eternal review ten years ago can be turned into today's comfort.