Chapter 35 elevator incident

A piece of social news was published in the newspaper that an accident happened in the elevator of an office building in a certain district of Shanghai in the middle of the night.A female employee was trapped in an elevator descending to the 17th floor.The female employee was found suffocated in the early morning of the next day due to the departure of the staff on duty and the failure of the elevator. --Inscription The company is in a new building that has just been completed. 38 floors.On the first day of work, my colleague told me that the four elevators there, the innermost elevator on the left, had once locked people up.I said, what should I do if it is closed.They said there was no way.In addition to shouting for help, or singing loudly.

I poked my head over to look and it was just open.A hollow, cold wind blew from inside.When you walk in, it feels like an empty crypt.The elevator began to rise slowly, then suddenly shook slightly.Everyone made exaggerated exclamations, and I knew they were used to it.But I don't like this feeling. At that moment, I said to myself in my heart that I could no longer take this elevator. On the way to work, I meet a lame woman every day.Carrying a bag, I passed by. On both sides of the empty and quiet road, there are sycamore trees that have stripped their leaves.The sky has been gloomy and cold.Everyone is in a hurry.The woman's face seemed to be gradually aging.Sometimes at the moment of passing by, I saw her eyes.There are some extinguished ashes in there.

I don't know if I am the same in her eyes.In the dull and gloomy days passing by each other. Every day I have to go out more than an hour earlier, and then squeeze the car to work.This was the beginning of an unusually ordinary life in Shanghai.People running around lose their gender and identity, like insects wriggling in narrow gaps.Blind and flustered.Some footsteps stopped above the head, but I didn't know when they would step on it. Young girls gnaw on dry bread for breakfast while pulling out earphones to plug their ears.Someone is reading the stock situation analysis in the newspaper.drowsy.quarrel.Loud Shanghai dialect. Office man's clean-shaven chin.The air was turbid, and there was no fragrance of shaving water.The driver turned on the radio, and dull music sounded in the car.

It's Cui Jian's very old rock. My day begins with such hustle and bustle. Many times, because of the heat in the carriage and the long journey, you will feel drowsy.Hunger and lack of sleep left me immobilized in the grip of strangers' bodies.Also don't want to move.Just watching the car stop by stop. There are people running under the car who are cursing.A cloud of dust hangs over the city.Tense, stiff fingers gripping the ring. The last thing in the evening is to set an alarm time. The small alarm clock with a plastic shell will make a crisp sound in a dark room.I bury it in my pillow, put it in the clothes pile, or throw it under the bed.Wait for it to go off at any moment like a ticking time bomb.Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I realize that the alarm clock is not set, and I will jump out of bed and look around.

Ping said, do you still want to let people sleep with the light on? I said, find the alarm clock. You walk up and down in the middle of the night, are you annoying? I can't find the alarm clock, and I won't be able to get up tomorrow. ill.Ping stopped being dissatisfied in a low voice. Then suddenly, the lights went out.The room was dark. In the dark I groped naked in the cold air.Kneel on the ground and reach under the bed.Then I touched the bomb in the plastic case.I put it on my ear. It was the crisp sound of swallowing time. I have been together peacefully for less than three months.His friend was kind to me when he took me out to dinner.In those quiet eyes, I can read some complicated meanings.Everyone knows that Ping once had many beautiful girlfriends.His life was always in chaos.

When I knew him, he had become poor.Smoke a lot every day.Lie in bed and wallow in sleep.Maybe a man can become so decadent after suffering a very blunt blow.Sometimes he sat alone on the toilet, the bathroom door was often closed. I don't know what he thinks every day.Every day of a man who lives at home and every day of a woman who squeezes the bus to work overlap ambiguously.sleep.Have a meal.Relatively silent.And don't know each other. But what does it matter.For example, once we went to a hotel for a birthday party.The birthday party was a beautiful girl.Many people reminded, Ping, you should order food for your girlfriend.The flat chopsticks stretched out hesitantly, and what was placed in my bowl was a thin piece of chicken.It seems to be the neck part.I smiled and pushed it to the bowl.I ate a lot of food alone.

I guess I'm used to taking care of myself by myself. But Ping was still not happy.He suddenly quarreled with a man sitting across from him.The fat man wanted to buy Ping a drink, but Ping blurted out a foul word and dropped a teacup.His temper was inexplicable.He wanted to rush to beat the man, but the people around him stopped him.I slapped his face with my hand, and I felt like a bleeding animal trying to break free from the cage that bound him. But he doesn't know where the exit is. Maybe he'd love to have a broken beer bottle stuck in his belly.Only pain and bloodshed can appease him.I stop him.I don't want to see his wounds.

I found out later that the girl had fallen in love with him.Because he loved too much, he was destroyed. In a mood of humiliation, Ping chose an irrelevant woman and made a weak counterattack. That woman is me. I used to live with another man before living together peacefully.in another city. We were together for many years, fighting and making love non-stop.The soul and body are entangled and worn out, gradually becoming thinner.Never thought about leaving him.He also felt that he could leave him at any time.There is a cold flame hidden in my heart, and I can feel the pain licking my heart, but there is no warmth.I guess I'm a woman who needs lots and lots of love.If not, it will always look in the blank.

Then hit ping.The first time I saw him, this man with a gloomy expression and a handsome smile, his condition was already very bad.I know the life he brought me was poverty and chaos.But I still want to follow him. Anything is easy, even from one man's side to another.It seems that I just went through the formalities of changing hotels.And that registration card is just a ticket. I am a woman who needs to squeeze the bus to work every day. The work was hard work, including fighting on crowded and dilapidated buses.The salary is very meager, and most of it has to be provided to the man at home who is at a loss.

Once, we went shopping in the underground store of People's Square.He fell in love with a shiny silver leather belt.It's not leather either. It is made of low-quality metal, and it is estimated that it will rust when it is exposed to water.The price is cheap, but I don't want to buy it for him.This insignificant decoration can cover my lunch bill for a month.Every day at noon I eat the cheapest pickled vegetable noodles in small restaurants.In order to save an extra dollar for an air-conditioned ticket, you can wait for half a day in the cold wind.Wait for the dirtier and more crowded regular cars.

Ping didn't speak, and walked towards the station in a muffled voice.Maybe I hurt his dignity in front of others, or reminded him of his declining dignity.I caught up and I said, why don't you go to work?You clearly know that it is very difficult for my family to rely on me alone.Ping turned his face and looked at me coldly. I don't want to do a job I don't like. I said, what about me.I go out early and return late every day to squeeze the bus, and keep typing on the computer.Am I doomed to do things I don't like?I hit him on the shoulder. Ping said, don't touch me.I didn't stop. In the crowded crowd at the station, Ping, who became angry and angry, pushed me away violently.I stumbled and fell into the sewage ditch on the side of the road. One morning, on the bus, I was suddenly attacked by a cloudy feeling of vomiting, and my chest was cold.I put my hands on the seat and couldn't make a sound.And the dirty dust and air around me seemed to suffocate me. No one gave up my seat.I can't breathe.At this moment, in this city, there are strange faces everywhere.When I got out of the car, I felt the sticky sweat on my forehead.I wonder if there is a flat child. If I have a child, can I still squeeze in the car like this every day and receive radiation from the computer.Or whether this man will give me attention.And whether this child can become my weapon.I thought about these questions calmly. I want Ping to feel the pain.For example, his pregnant woman was injured when she was hit by a crowded bus.Of course, he can also turn a blind eye. I was walking on the empty and cold road.Every day, I imagine that if the sun pours down on this road, it will be warmer.Life is sometimes like cold weather, and there is nothing we can do but look forward to it. I didn't meet that crippled woman today.Maybe she's sick. I can't find my alarm clock at night.At 1:00 AM, I was in bed and remembered that my alarm clock hadn't set.In order to avoid a peaceful conflict, I did not turn on the light.I knelt naked and groped on the cold floor.But nothing.In the darkness, I heard Ping let out a short snort, gloating. I said, did you see my alarm clock? Ping said, no, don't talk to me.I'm going to sleep. I said, if there is no time, I will be late. Ping said, but every morning you get up before the alarm clock goes off.neurotic. There seems to be a missing wind sound in the dark room.I couldn't restrain my body shaking because of the cold. Every morning, when I was struggling with the headache of lack of sleep and getting dressed in the dark to go to work, this man was usually still sleeping soundly under the warm blanket.He does nothing.Because he hasn't found a job that ... he likes to do .... But I need work.Because of the need to survive. So I need an alarm clock. Ping said, are you sleeping or not? I said, I have to find the alarm clock. Indifferent stalemate.I heard Ping's heavy breathing.Then Ping jumped up from the bed, and he rushed to me with his bare feet. The slap was so hard that my eardrums seemed to burst in the heat.You crazy.I hear him growl.You deliberately don't want me to sleep.I've already thrown that alarm clock away. I have thrown it away.He said. I was late for the day.As I walked down the stairs, I had a splitting headache and was restless.The nausea in my chest still torments me.It was cold and raining outside, but I didn't have time to go upstairs to get an umbrella.In the crowded car, there was only one problem on my mind.That is how to retaliate against Ping.I want to make him suffer, not just the pain of being ruptured eardrum. I don't know if my leaving or disappearing will be a blow to him.And there is life yet to be identified. Life is crushed by endless traffic jams and lack of sleep, and it becomes a thin piece of torn paper.I dare not stick out my fingers to poke it.Because you know it's vulnerable.But I think, I still love that man.His helpless struggle filled me with sympathy for him.Sometimes anger makes us blindly search for openings, but nothing works. That alarm clock, too, bores me so much.But I can't get rid of it.I still have to buy one.is new. After get off work, I go to the store to buy an alarm clock.I didn't go home to cook, nor was I reluctant to eat out.I bought a small alarm clock with the same plastic case.It is raining.The warm sunshine that I had imagined for a long time did not appear, but what was waiting was a cold rain.Before walking out of the store, I bought myself a tube of lip balm.I don't know what this tube of burgundy lipstick means to a woman who is living with someone else and may be pregnant.There will be no more love.I think.Facing the wet shop window, I saw a woman in old clothes with a gray face.A piece of crumpled torn paper. I hope that man loves me.Although I was only the result of his choice.He knew he had no way out like me. His resistance was impotent. I called home from a public phone booth, but no one was there. do not wanna go Home.I don't know how to face the cold air in the empty room.With my alarm clock and lipstick, I went back to the company building.I don't know where I can go, who I can find.I guess I'm also powerless.right The sunny day that cannot be obtained, the life that cannot be changed.In the silent elevator, I felt the unbearable vomiting again, which brought tears to my eyes.How to proceed?I have no idea. The central air conditioner in the office has been turned off.I sat for a while in the small, dusty office, only to hear the patter of the rain outside.After what seemed like a long time, I called home again.It is the sound of flat sleep. I said, are you back? He said, yeah, you woke me up again. What did you do? Went to drink. You never worry if I don't come home, do you? He was silent for a moment.Then he said, don't be like this, okay?Come home early.You always make me so tired. Ping's tone suddenly seemed gentle.It's been a long time, I'm used to his dullness and roughness, I don't know if it's because he's tired.I just know it won't last long. Maybe I can go to work next month.Ping paused.In this way, the house can be rented again, and you will not have to work too hard. The phone hung up. I walked down the dark hallway to the elevator.Two of the four elevators stopped at night, and I pressed the down sign. The whole building was empty.Maybe there was no one else but me.There is no sense of fear in my heart. Strangely, since childhood, I have always felt as if I had been living alone.Sometimes when there are many people around, I feel that they are all as transparent as air.No one has access to this seemingly enclosed solitude.The city and love seem to be empty. I just go my own way.Like that lame woman.Go all the way to old age.Even if there is no way out, so what. Vaguely, it seemed to hear the roaring sound of the elevator coming up.I rubbed my sore forehead, walked in, and pressed the switch button.Then press the first floor. The swelling and pain on the face eased somewhat.Any wounds will be healed.Leaning against the elevator wall, I hear my own breathing in the silence.The floor indicator lights are constantly changing.Suddenly I remembered one thing.This elevator appears to be the innermost one on the left.I have been deliberately avoiding this elevator before, and sometimes I would rather wait a few minutes longer.But on this cold rainy night, I forgot. Almost instantly, I heard a loud bang.Then everything stops. Meet a Cancer Woman I am 25 years old, a handsome man from Shanghai, temporarily unemployed.My zodiac sign is Sagittarius. Every time I get tangled questions on IRC, I state myself like this, like a dating confession.Maybe strangers across the Internet will snicker at those words when they see these words.After all, it's as easy for a man to call himself handsome online as to spit out toothpaste foam. But I don't like fiction.My attitude towards people and things is very simple.Look at the essence of people, look at the essence of things, that's it.So I believe I am a very pure Sagittarius man. According to the astrology book, the woman who is compatible with me should belong to Leo.Girls of this sign are passionate, romantic, full of energy, and usually have thick curly hair and bright, big eyes.I believe that there are many Leo girls in the world, whether it is a girl from the next class who used to be at the same table in the university lecture hall, or a strange girl who passed by on the street.I just don't know why, but I never met the right person at the right time. They would ask me, Lin, is it because you can't love others, or is it that others can't love you?I usually smile speechless.This question may be meaningless.I want to wait for someone first, and then I can tell that she can't fall in love with me.Or I can't fall in love with her. I haven't been online for a long time, and since closing the business, I've given most of my time to sleep and reading.On the terrace I keep a tank of tropical fish, as well as crab claws and camellias.I stopped drinking at bars and had sex with pretty girls I only saw once in a long time.In the middle of the night, I occasionally go to online virtual communities and IRC to hang out, and then play MUD.At that time, I was barefoot, wearing a cotton shirt and thick fleece sweater, and I was a clean and simple man.It's just that very few people see this side. Then I met that Cancer girl. I talked to her because I saw an article she wrote on the community bulletin board.She described a man with a suicidal complex who wandered in the city's underground passages and subways every day. Because he couldn't bear the direct sunlight and heat, his eyes were often squinted.She also has a melancholy and violent name: Storm Blue.I think she has a good imagination, so the article is well written.The only unfortunate thing is that she met a reader with real experience. In IRC, we meet, like fish in the depths of the ocean, although the bottom of the water is empty, we touch each other because we are looking for our familiar breath.In the first conversation, I occupied her for 6 hours, from late night to early morning.I told her that after reading her words, I felt that the air was full of dust.Although it feels that some past events have left them in oblivion.I also told her that suicide was not as gratifying as she thought it would be, because the pressure of death was so overwhelming that it was frightening. She said, my description dug out a hard scar of yours, and suddenly you found that there was still painful blood in it.We laughed.separated by a net.She seems to be far away from me, but also seems very close. On a cold rainy afternoon, I was wandering in Huaihai Middle Road, and when I walked into a video store, I saw a CD in the corner.On the cover, there is a long-haired girl standing indifferently among four thin men, her eyes are painted with sad eye shadow, and she is wearing a gypsy-style skirt embroidered with irises.The boss said that this is a Japanese band, and the lead singer's girl has a sad voice like broken silk.I said, what's your name?He said, violent blue. But I remember she told me that her zodiac sign is Cancer.The gentle and pleasant constellation should be wearing a white sarong with embroidered lace with thin edges.I don't know why she would like this name.After I put that CD into the machine, the sound that erupted was deep and high-pitched, with a heart-piercing violence. I said, do you like watching movies?She said, watch horror movies.I said, come out on Friday and see if there are any good horror movies.She is silent.I said, I want to have a warm time with someone who can get along with me.I don't know if she understood the meaning of my words.If she thinks I'm wooing her, then I'll just continue to put an empty name on IRC and no more words.After I listened to that CD, I felt pain in my heart all the time.That kind of music, like the articles I saved on the hard drive, is unsettling. We discussed the location of the date for a long time. I want to take her to Hengshan Road. If she proposes to go to Portman or FRIDAY'S, I don't mind.It’s been a long time since I’ve dated a girl. For me, the romance in the past was like a shallow lake. After swimming back and forth, I felt a little tired and bored.However, she should be different from other girls.Maybe she'll propose going to Haagen-Dazs, or Manabe.But in the end we settled on a bakery on West Nanjing Road. She said the bakery was called Marco Polo, and she used to go there after get off work to buy fresh oatmeal bread. It rained on Friday evening.The weather is gloomy and cold, the wind is biting, and the weather forecast says that a small to moderate snowfall is about to land in Shanghai.When I go out, I spritz a little Armani perfume on the roots of my hair as the only touch-up.Then I took the bus for nearly an hour to reach Nanjing West Road, feeling relaxed.I didn't have any imagination or expectation for her, nor did I feel any excitement or panic in my heart.It was strange, as if I was going to see a friend I hadn't seen for a long time, although I didn't even know her real name. When we got to the bakery, it was raining heavily.In the clean and dark shop, there is an aroma of fresh cream and wheat.Cakes studded with strawberries and grapes and fluffy soft bread are everywhere.If this is the place she most wants to be after get off work, then she should be a person who loves life. At 5 minutes past 6, I saw a drenched girl hurrying into the bakery. I said, you are late.She said, I'm late.She didn't explain anything, just smiled at me.As stated in astrology books, Cancer girls usually have a moon face.It's the kind of quiet, stretched and soft face, although not very beautiful.But I suddenly believed that her name should be Baobaolan, even though she has nothing to do with the gorgeous woman on the CD cover.She is wearing a G-STAR men's coat and coarse trousers, the color is very dull, there is almost no makeup on her face, and she is carrying a large black work bag.A girl who looked stubborn and simple in the past, but there was something unusually soft and sad in her smile, like high-pitched and gloomy music that burst out suddenly in silence.I look at her.I wondered why she was imagining a man chasing death on a subway station. We walked through many movie theaters that night, and finally watched an old but classic movie, "Four Hundred Years of Vampire Zombies" in a small movie theater on Huashan Road. I have watched the VCD a long time ago, and I believe she has also watched it, but when we were squeezed together in a small space with overheated air conditioners, we were still moved by the beautiful and sad scenes.I am a Sagittarius man and she is a Cancer woman.According to the astrology book, the mutual attraction and union of the opposite sex of these two constellations may only be 30%, because they are mutually repelling constellations.She's a rare calm girl, so we leave room for each other to get to know each other. Suddenly I thought about that interesting question, I don't know if I can't love her or she can't love me. When we walked out of the cinema, the rain had stopped and it was snowing very heavily.It was big clean snowflakes, rustling and falling in the biting cold wind.The two stood under the street lamp at the corner, both a little dazed, and then I saw her suddenly jumping happily, she said, it's snowing, Lin. At that very moment, I wanted to kiss her.Kissing a girl I just met used to be just a matter of skill for me, but at this moment, I looked into her eyes and found myself cautious. We don't know anything about each other's past, just two strangers who chatted for dozens of hours online, and then just watched a 100-minute movie in real life. Looking at her bright eyes and petal-like lips, I was suddenly devastated by the loneliness in my heart and couldn't speak.Then I sent her to the taxi, I said, I hope you are happy this evening.Before she closed the car door, she reached out and gently stroked my cheek, her palm was cold and soft. I look forward to what she has to say.Then I heard her say to me softly, goodbye, Lin. We never met again.Because that night was very happy, neither of them thought of leaving addresses or telephone numbers.It feels like an old friend who is very familiar, who can be relatively silent but connected with each other, but I didn't expect her to disappear without a trace, and she evaporated like a drop of water on IRC. I still often put the violent blue CD in the machine and listen to it. Such a high-pitched and gloomy voice, it turns out that there is a sad tenderness in the depth of the violence.The same is true of human relationships in the world. People can never see the most essential things clearly, but I always thought that I was a sober man and had begun to live a very rational and realistic life. Passing Marco Polo's Euro-style glass doors, I knew I wouldn't run into a Cancer girl in a G-Star men's coat and dungaree trousers.In the mellow and warm aroma of wheat, many women who love life pass by in a hurry.But it's not her. I miss her, in some vague late nights, the old movies and the snowflakes on the street, and the moment when her soft and cold palms fluttered over my face like butterfly wings.But I knew I wasn't going to be looking for her around the Internet, or posting missing persons notices.I don't know her identity, I don't know anything about her. I don't know what will happen when we fall in love, whether we will break up as predicted in the astrology book, or we will love lingeringly, affectionately and persistently... or I can't fall in love with her, or she can't fall in love with me.All possible and impossible guesses let me know my loneliness. I think she should too, it's just that we continue to live, in different corners of the same city.