Chapter 11 Sober (11)

once again eight days When he came back from New York, he brought me this CD. Joni Mitchell.Said that this is a female singer he likes very much. The cover of the CD is the portrait that the woman drew for herself.In a bar, with a cigarette in his finger, against a glass of red wine, in a green coat, with blond hair. I saw the back of the CD, where the price tag had been carefully torn off.It seems to be a small gift brought by a solemn event.So I took it seriously.We met at the hotel's terrace café.He was wearing a crumpled dark purple T-shirt that seemed to have just been pulled out of the washing machine.Black well-made denim trousers, black socks and sneakers.Just shaved my head clean.He hadn't reversed his jet lag yet, so his face was dark and tired.

Two years ago, he read my novel and asked my phone number to find me.We met at a coffee shop and he told me about a movie he was planning.After that, in the past two years, we probably only met less than ten times. Once, he took me to see a show at Ren Bar.I have a very short baby cut.Wearing long silver earrings.After watching halfway, everyone crowded to the door to breathe and smoke.Sit straight up on the stone steps.Someone splashed a little Coca-Cola on the skirt.He knows a lot of people and says hello everywhere.Following him, no one recognized me. Once, he called me in the afternoon and asked me to go to 798 to see a photography exhibition.He said he didn't have my number anymore and he forgot one of the numbers and tried calling all night before he got through.He said that he couldn't find a female companion to watch with him.These words all sound a little dramatic.I just happened to be walking around the market in a pair of high heels.After walking all afternoon, I feel very tired.

Once, on the first heavy snow day in Beijing, he stepped on the heavy snow in a coffee shop.Already working on his movie, starting work at 2am every day.Looking tired, sitting together without saying a word.Then he said he wanted to invite me to watch a sci-fi movie together.But I decided to go home. Once, we met at a bar in Houhai and chatted with me on the dark platform.We chatted and chatted as usual and calmed down.Then I got up and said, I should go.He didn't seem to want to say goodbye to me.But I don't think he wants to say anything anymore.I don't even know what to say.

Once, we ate Thai food at a restaurant in a dilapidated alley.He put the prawns on my plate one by one and said he would not eat them.The green leaves on the roof can be seen through the glass windows.I've never smoked that much in front of a man.He can always make me uncomfortable.But I feel that this silent oppression is very natural. In short, the meeting is the number of times that the memory is clear.Every time it was a sudden, impromptu phone call.Every time I always appear in front of him in a sloppy manner.Every time, whether he wants to talk or just wants to find someone by his side.The kind of thing that can't meet even when there is no distance between each other, maybe it is loneliness.

Loneliness keeps man at a distance from the world outside himself.So, we are just similar lonely people. I just kept that CD and never planned to take it apart to listen to it.