Chapter 54 ring

In it, I described a silver ring.It is a gift for Nuan Nuan that I bought at Parkson.That was the last time they saw each other in Shanghai, and Nuan Nuan had been hanging it with a red silk thread since Nuan Nuan left. Because this is a token used to warm memories, even if you have bid farewell to the one you love the most. I think rings are a special kind of jewelry.The meaning it bears is too heavy, so it is not a jewelry that can be used for decoration casually.All diamond advertisements always shine with love and promise.And sometimes, an ordinary ring will become precious because of the touch of time and the immersion of the past.

I think when Nuan Nuan gets old, she will be grateful for the ring she once had in her life.It was the last time I saw the person I loved the most.At that time, love hadn't had time to fade away, and my heart was already old... I have a silver ring like this.I also bought it at Parkson in Shanghai.Its name is Margaret.In my hand it was in a small light gray velvet pouch.I took it out and it was bright.very simple.Fits just fine on the ring finger, a bit tight on the middle finger.But it looks very clean and elegant. Sometimes I take it out and put it on my finger.It's been a long time, and it's kind of dark.But it is still cool and smooth to the touch.This was given to me by a person.Then we parted.Never seen again.

My mother once gave me two rings.One she had worn for many years, often with her wedding ring, a ruby ​​ring.That ring was made of gold, so dark that it shone brightly, and it was sombre after being precipitated by the years.There are two small amethysts on it.Cheesy and warm. I often think like this, if one day in a strange city, when I have no food and clothing, will I take this ring as a pawn.Open the cotton cloth wrapping it layer by layer, take it out and polish it, and then hand it to the boss in the pawn shop... It seems like a story that only happened in a long time ago.And the ring my mother gave me must have placed deep concern and worries in it.It can be kept by your side, protecting the heart on the wandering road all the time.

When I was 16, my mother felt that I had grown up, so she took me to a jewelry store and asked me to choose a ring that I liked.I picked a simple white gold ring with a diamond pattern on it.At that time, there were fashionable girls in school who wore rings, but I didn't like to wear them. I always put it in a silk box with purple red gold flowers and hid it in a drawer. This ring was relatively valuable at that time, so I regarded it as a small fortune for myself.Later, many years later, a friend celebrated his birthday, and he happened to be in the worst situation, and he had no spare money to give a gift to a good friend.After thinking for a long time, he took out the only valuable ring from the jewelry box and sent it to him.

At that time, when I was watching the movie "Rolling Red Dust" and writing books in seclusion at home, when I received a letter from Neng Cai, I took out a gold ring from my pillow and gave the messenger a tip.Nengcai later saw Shaohua and returned the ring to her.He said, don't give away valuables indiscriminately in the future.The tone is very serious, but the eyes are very pitiful. Perhaps Shaohua is such a willful woman who needs to be taken care of, so he fell in love with her in the end. Some people's soul will be much richer than his material.Because of freedom. Not long after, it was this friend again who sent me a ring from a distant city, which was considered a gift.The same white gold ring, just looks thinner.But I don't like it.I think my vision was different when I was 16 than it is now.Just like the person you like, once liked, but in the end you find that your heart has become so weak.

That ring was never worn again. I also bought a ring myself.It is a silver ring.When I passed the gold shop on the road, I saw a small butterfly pattern among a row of rings on the counter.When worn on the finger, the butterfly seems to be bent over the finger, the wings are slightly lifted, and there is a spiritual atmosphere. It was very cheap when I bought it.I think maybe I'm the only one who thinks it's so beautiful.Otherwise, it will be very lonely if it stays in the waiting of time.Because it looks rough, I sometimes wear it to play when I am in a good mood.For example, wear a white cotton shirt or a black suspender skirt, tie up your hair, apply a little silver lipstick, and then wear a silver ring with dark lines and sparse lines, and its spirituality will be brought out.

At that time, I liked watching a diamond ring advertisement on TV.The childhood sweetheart boy and girl sat together on a big tree. The boy weaved a grass ring out of small purple daisies and put it on the girl's finger. The girl's sweet smile bloomed like a flower.Then they grew up, the girl was wearing a pure white gauze, watching the boy put a ring on her hand, it was a shining diamond ring. Happiness, promise, true love.The repeated beautiful rhetoric in diamond ring advertisements is always so exciting. There is a passage in Yi Shu's novel where Xibao decides to be the mistress of a wealthy businessman, and the first condition he puts forward is to let him write a check to buy a diamond ring.Xibao picked out the biggest diamond ring in the jewelry store, and it would be skewed to one side because it was too heavy.But she wears it and turns it when she is lonely.

If there is not a lot of love, a lot of money is fine... Xibao may feel that he has been comforted.At this moment she is so rich, yet so poor.Because this is a diamond ring that I bought for myself. Therefore, when you see a ring in a jewelry store, you will think that only diamonds cannot be bought for yourself.Not only because it's expensive, but also because of the long wait it requires.Waiting for a person in your life to appear.Wait for a promise that will be fulfilled in a lifetime. This is the only ring that requires a soul exchange. I'm not one to wear rings.Maybe I'll wear the ring on a silk thread around my neck, but I can't bear its long-term bondage to my finger.I like to take it off when I'm wearing it.I discovered that my fingers turned out to be such a passion for freedom.So I think I must also be a woman who doesn't like wearing wedding rings.But I will hope that the person who loves me will give me a bright little diamond.

Bright and hard little stones, used to warm one's heart when one gets old.While promises and love may be gone forever... there is still comfort. southern august It was dawn when we reached another city.On a humid and warm summer morning in the south, the sky is a blurred and lonely blue.It has just rained.The air is crystal clear. The NIKKO on the back is still very heavy.Mineral water and pills are available.The cotton cardigan I bought was an old rose red.I like it.I thought it could be worn with a small floral cotton skirt.Hemp sneakers.Apply a little light pink rouge.In a sleeper on the train, drape it over your lap overnight.You can also smell the light fragrance of cotton.

Thinking about how long I can wander for you.How long is it beautiful for you. White jasmine seen on the balcony.Small soft flowers.There are brown wither marks in the twilight.It's like the lines left by time in the bottom of my heart.Sadly. This quaint and gloomy city.It's the erratic clue to my destiny.Empty streets.There are also tall plane trees on both sides.I like how a little desolate it is.A little lazy.It seems suddenly.Historical precipitation.Quietly.It is loaded with too many past and present lives. heavy rain.In the soymilk store, looking at the dark and old brick wall outside the glass door.At that moment, I miss my "Irish Music".Gradually believe that they are some voices deep in the soul.

In such an afternoon.It's a girl so far away from you.dull time. Told you, maybe a new paragraph will be written.My southern august. The bottle of perfume I saw in the department store was from Spain.sea ​​roses.Very weird name.Take it over and smell it, it's a faint breath.A little sad. Or the sudden heavy rain in the afternoon.The summer in the south is full of mist.The run from across the street to the department store.Hear your own heartbeat.Run across the broad avenue.Rows of cars stopped behind red lights.Suddenly felt like a bird.The skirt wrapped around her body wetly.When the cold air in the store hits the face.I laughed so cold. There is a coffee corridor on the second floor.The strong aroma of coffee is everywhere.Play music.It was a gentle voice of a man, singing there in a low voice, thank you for loving me once.Repeated. I saw my silent eyes in the fitting mirror. Go to the dentist to see that tooth that is just starting to come in. It is such a pain.Is it not fully grown yet?It grows so hard.When I was under anesthesia, I remembered Li Bihua's article.Some feelings are like fingernails, which will be reborn after being cut off, which is irrelevant.And some are teeth.There is always a sore wound after loss.irreparable.Bloody.Absolutely give up. The doctor struggled to extract the half-grown tooth.Say to it in your heart, let's go.I don't want you anymore.And then it's gone.Leaving me a wound stitched with thread.Slow healing in pain. anyway.I think I can bear it.Not a word.Like a silent man. Wake up to drink water in the middle of the night. Looking at the high-rise apartments outside the window, it seems like you can touch the night sky with floating white clouds.Think about if there is someone you love in your heart.A warm and beautiful past.Even if there is some melancholy in my heart. Time is bleak.Then feel the tears are still clear. People who are not in love can be with him.The ending given to us by fate just tells us to open our hands.The inside is hollow.no promises.There is no eternity either. Teenage past.Love and hate entanglement.To be free is to give up.Only those who can get along with each other calmly can last for a long time. Then I got lost in this strange city.The bus took me to the suburbs.I know I'm going in the wrong direction.But I sat peacefully in the sun, watching the summer scenery pass by like the wind outside the window. Many times, I am a person with no direction.No matter where you go. People who don't have a home can regard any place as their home.I know.I know. People who don't know how to love can also fall in love with any stranger.I know that too. Then the tears fell gently. You like the ring I gave you.Wear it on your finger until it wears out the ring marks. But my least favorite jewelry is the ring.Because I don't like bondage.I am used to freedom. Collect a thin silver ring.I want to wait for it for a long time, and then see if love is too old to recognize.So I don't like it when you give me a ring. Sometimes, I think you're just around, looking at me.quiet.plain. Maybe I'm old too. In the dim light of the train, I took out Duras's and read it long. Duras writes about the last customer of the night.She wrote: We cry.Nothing to say was said.We regret not loving each other.We don't know anything at all.And he was no different from anyone else.It's like being the last customer of the night. A girl who fell in hopeless love at the age of 15.disabled ever since.A life spent in solitude and alcoholism.Only writing is the only consolation.Duras.Her eyes are so beautiful.Withered prematurely because of beauty. Reminds me of the narration in that movie.A woman's voice spoke calmly.Describe the first river in her life.No pain.only memories.All love is precipitated by the years. I don't know that when the cruise ship gradually left the pier, the girl leaning on the railing looked at the man on the shore who would never see him again.What she feels inside.But on the camera lens, there is only her indifferent eyes. She just looks at him.Say nothing. The train traveled across vast, empty fields in the dark.Outside the dark window, there are occasional trains passing by, making harsh whistles when they meet.Bright as lightning.Sometimes trains stop there.See also a column on the opposite track.It started slowly.A crowd of strangers sat there.Faces that may never be seen again.Met by chance. Some people have appeared in life.Then disappeared.And some others.Stayed for a long time.Then also disappeared. Love those silent green mountains.mysterious.Unpredictable.And the lights of small villages.In the mist of dawn, faintly flickering.Wrapped in a blanket, she leaned her face against the glass, staring at the field without words.In the middle of the night, I kept waking up.The train stopped at one platform after another.move on. I know it takes me far. I know I've been adrift too long.Already tired. South in August.There is plenty of sunshine.The rain is cool.The air smells of jasmine and hibiscus. When you take a walk at dusk, you can see the quiet flock of birds.They hovered over the city in circles, constantly changing various formations.It seems to be happy. Is autumn coming soon? Sky blue day.I stop for you.