Chapter 4 August is young (3)

That night I saw Asagao for the first time.He is a short-haired man who likes to wear a black shirt and use an Ericsson mobile phone.He's Joe's man. He told me why he likes Ericsson.Because of its large radiation.He said.I want to get brain cancer early so I can think about the world upside down.His teeth are very white, and when he smiles, the corners of his lips tilt gently.He has clean eyes.The eyes are as clean and flowing as water. I smile.Joe laughed too.The three of us were walking on the way after night school.She put her left arm around my shoulder, and her right hand around Chaoyan's neck. Sometimes she was so happy that she seemed hysterical.I knew what lay beneath such indulgences.Jo is an unpredictable woman, so she has tear moles under the corners of her eyes.But I can recognize the woman with blue eyes.They are mosses.Darkness gives them moisture, and life is sweet and fragile.

The bar we went to was called LIFE.Life is an illusion.I asked the proprietor for whiskey on rocks and 555s, then sat at the bar and watched Joe swim like a fish among the dancing crowd. Chao Yan said, I have been with her for 10 years. I said, I know. I have been wondering whether I can really bring her happiness. Many things do not need to be predicted.Forecasting brings hesitation.Because there will be fear in the heart. You look like you never have fear.He looks at me in the dim light. That's because I know some things are doomed. Doomed? yes.For example, you met Joe, Joe met me, and then I met you.

I laughed, raised my wine glass to him, touched his beer bottle lightly, cheers, Chaoyan. He laughed too, looked up and drank. The first time I followed Chaoyan to his house in the West District, it was a typhoon. I have no purpose for him.It's just that I think I'm running out of time and that in October Jo will be someone else's bride.But she shouldn't leave me. In that dilapidated old French-style building, you can hear a rattling sound when you walk up the wooden stairs.In order not to wake up the landlord, I took off my shoes and carried them in my hands. Hear the sound of wind and clouds skimming the city sky in the dark.The silence reminds me of the passage leading to my mother's room when I was a child.She never hugged and kissed me, she brought strange men home and she never told me why.When I was insomnia, I walked barefoot on the dusty corridor, heard the voice in her room or her hysterical crying, hesitated, wandered, and finally could only squat at the foot of the wall and cover my ears.I crave her skin close to mine.

I turned my head to look at Asaka.My eyes are fixed on him. Chao Yan looked embarrassed, he said, Wei Young, I never thought of falling in love with you. I smile, and neither do I.I say. But I already know what it means to be doomed.he sighed.His lips pressed lightly to my eyes.His breath and embrace covered me.I heard the shoes in my hand drop suddenly to the floor. It was a pair of espadrille sandals with white ribbons. I never wear high heels.