Chapter 50 live elsewhere

I knew Helen when I was in high school.I always thought she was a different person.The criterion for distinguishing is very simple. At that time, almost all the girls in the class disliked her, saying that she was artificial.But Helen was as usual. She is a girl who exudes a romantic atmosphere.She likes to swing her waist lightly when she walks, and she often looks at people slantingly while talking, which is very charming.If at that time many girls were just green fruits, then Helen was the one closest to the sun. I don't mind being friends with Helen, because she is a well-read person with her own taste.We didn't have many opportunities to talk together, and we each had our own circle of friends.I was very gentle with her, and sometimes we talked and could talk for a long time about a certain picture book we saw.

She showed me her notebook, in which she wrote about a prom she attended, and she met an American man who opened his own gallery and worked in Shanghai.At that ball, he taught her how to dance foxtrot.At that time, such a thing could only be a legend in a key middle school like ours. Many girls knew this story, and they said that she had hallucination symptoms.But I believe it is true. After graduating from high school, Helen went to the north to study at university. She kept getting letters, and the handwriting on the letters was always slanted and jumping, erratically crowded together.She has many things to describe in her letter, such as seeing the yellow leaves of ginkgo trees flying like rain in autumn in Beijing, riding a bicycle to various university campuses in Tianjin to attend dance parties, and going to rural Hebei with her classmates. In the school dormitory she hung a Japanese paper lanterns... Of course, there was always that American guy, she called him John.She said that John, with his blond hair in a ponytail and often wearing a linen suit with autumn leaves yellow, was the most handsome man she had ever seen.He was much older than her, divorced, and had one child.But he loves her.

During the vacation, Helen returned to the southern city.We meet.She is tall, with a healthy complexion and a smile on her face.Leaving this tacky city in the south, Helen finds the life she wants like a duck to water.Of course, there will be no more mediocre homosexuals making fun of her being different. She has two best friends, one is a foreign classmate from Israel, and the other is a girl from Beijing.She showed me the photos of them going to the beach, a group of tall girls posing in various poses and expressions with a sense of freedom and arrogance.She said that they plan to go to rural Anhui to look at old houses from the past, and they also want to go to Sichuan.But Tibet is not going.Because she thinks it is a holy place, she must go with the man she loves the most.

At that time, Helen already had her own computer.Always on the cutting edge, she speaks excellent English, enjoys reading and music, and has good taste in film, painting, and clothing.In her home, I saw a cabinet full of albums, CDs and DVDs, as well as very beautiful clothes and shoes.Green suede shoes, pure black suspenders and lace vests, brown velvet suits, and gorgeous wool shawls worth thousands of dollars...most of them are very expensive brand names. She microwaved the popcorn and it burned.Then she turned on her computer and showed me a photo she had downloaded of the Icelandic singer Bjork.This girl with a weird singing voice has an innocent and arrogant face like a cat.We also like Faye Wong and collect all her CDs.

After graduating from university, what puzzled me was that Helen still returned to the southern city instead of staying in Beijing or going to her favorite Shanghai.The man she loves the most is in Shanghai, but she returned to her own city.Naturally I didn't ask her any questions.I still want to believe that the stories she tells are true. Once she told me that once she met a young Malaysian man on the streets of Hangzhou, she thought he was handsome, so she went to ask him to take a photo of her, and then went to a cafe for coffee together.After we separated, we talked on the phone for a long time. That man went to work in Hong Kong and won the most attractive man award.She asked me to see the photo he sent her, the cover of the magazine and the introduction, and it turned out to be the same person.

There are also some other things. For example, she flipped through a fashion house magazine, which introduced the living room of a British man living in Hong Kong. She liked the religious atmosphere in his house very much, so she sent him a fax.Then, the man wrote back, they started e-mailing, and so on. I like the bizarre things she said to me, which are full of courage, dreams and legends, which are not something people in ordinary life can easily do.I admire this kind of person who pays attention to life experience and can create bizarre stories.So I think Helen has a beautiful slow release.She has a flamboyant personality.

Every morning, she takes a shuttle bus to work in a bonded area far away from the city, and does a boring but stable job.After returning home, she chats with foreign men on the Internet in fluent English, and if she finds it interesting, she will go to Shanghai to see them.She still mentioned John, saying that he had returned to America, and she felt that she didn't like him anymore, but he still wanted her to be his wife.He proposed to her on the phone, but she refused... She said that she would not have any feelings with domestic men. Of course, I understand this point of view, but I don't agree with it.

She also mentioned that she really wanted to resign, and she once wanted to study in Australia, but she didn't realize it.So I think she will do this job for a long time, because she said that freedom must be based on a stable reality.This is the price each of us must pay. She just met a middle-aged man in Canada on the Internet. He has his own farm and lives a peaceful life. They had several conversations from late night to early morning. The man said he would go to Shanghai , hoping to meet her.Helen had a charming look on her face. She started meeting with friends to go out on a trip.Taking pictures in Dunhuang will be adopted by a foreign website.I gave her a long red plaid cotton skirt, which was pieced together with pieces of cotton fabric, in the wild and coquettish style of ethnic minorities.She loves it.Naturally we have been exchanging many gifts, perfumes, earrings, pendants etc.

I have been using one of her jewelry boxes, made of logs, with the fragrance of trees, tied with a belt buckle, and decorated with fine patterns of flowers and plants. When we met Helen's hair was tied into two braids, she was wearing the red floral corduroy pants she bought in Ayou's store in Beijing, and her lips were wet from smearing.Although she has always been an ordinary girl, she is indeed different. I hope that one day Helen can go to Tibet with her beloved man, squint her eyes and see her dream life in the distance in the bright sunshine of the plateau.At that moment, just be happy.