Chapter 2 The first series Love Like a Kiwi

At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the sky was just blue, and she sat across from me in the street veal noodle restaurant. The beef noodles were served hot, but she refused to eat them. Her young and ruddy face was still full of anger, her mouth was pouted, and she folded her hands on her chest. Her gesture was a sentence: "I'm angry." The girlfriend beside her persuaded her: "If you get angry again, you still have to eat." She "hummed" from her nasal cavity, complaining in every possible way, "I'm so full of breath, how can I eat?" "Wow" took out a convenient chopsticks, broke them apart with a "snap", "De's Tuduk" tapped back and forth on the table, and "squeaked" to move the chair—she was very angry.

The girlfriend didn't care much: "It's nothing, forget it." She spread her hands and exclaimed: "Nothing?" Her eyes widened, "I called him and said 'Hello', but he actually asked me 'Which', so I hung up with a snap. There are quite a few more A girl, can you call him?" Hey, this rhetorical question is indeed very reasonable. Even talking and making gestures, pointing a finger at the "he" who was not there was a crusade, a grievance, and self-pity, which can't be said enough. I lowered my head and suppressed a smile, and said in my heart: I have pity on this kid.

I was woken up by a phone call in my dream, and I said "Which" in a daze, and I didn't realize that I caused a catastrophe. I probably just fell asleep when the phone was disconnected. Where did she know this end, her heart was broken. She is still young, no matter how cool she is, she is still a baby with pink face and peach cheeks. At the moment, she is full of jealousy like a baby: Mom is a little absent-minded for a while, so she refuses to follow her, crying loudly, rushing to hug her leg and hitting her. Sometimes, a lover is almost equal to a mother: take care of me, be considerate of me, sweat when I cry, and feel elated when I laugh.I am your only little sun, you only have me in your heart, and there is no room for anyone or anything in your life.

Such brutal, baby logic. Or, women in love are all self-respecting? And then, what happened after that? Every baby will grow up, and every woman who has ever loved will shed tears at some point. shameless My girlfriend's man was recently robbed by a girl. They have been in and out for many years, and all their friends are in common, including her, this little girl like a bean, with a cat face, cute and naive, with a smile as sweet as QQ candy, burning like a handful of fire on a man.The man quickly became obsessed, racing cars, shopping, and watching movies with the girl all night—even repeating the love steps of a puppy love middle school student.

The girlfriend's forbearance is not so much for her boyfriend, but rather for this girl who is seven years younger than herself, or because of her age, she always has a kind of private love for girls, like pity for her little sister. In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I told the girl clearly, the girl was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Then when are you going to break up?" The girlfriend was caught off guard.The five-year relationship was broken in one day. No matter how painful it is, the 30-year-old school girl and her ex-boyfriend have to treat each other with courtesy, and they work in the same system, so communication is indispensable.

Unexpectedly, one day, the girl came to the door.Call her "sister" affectionately, and then ask, "I know it's unreasonable, but you and him should have as little interaction as possible?" The girlfriend explained: "We have a working relationship." The girl interrupted her quickly: "Then why don't you change jobs?" The girlfriend was stunned, and laughed for a while: "How is this possible?" - This is simply a wonderful dialogue that can't be heard in the most vulgar Hong Kong movies. But the girl didn't smile: "Then you just can't let him go, but you have to think about me. You often call him, and the line is always busy when I call. Also, he is always busy with your business. I There is no time to be busy. Are you going to be a third party?"

The girlfriend's blood was on her head, and she shouted: "Who the hell is the third party?" The girl took a step back in surprise, with a look of fear on her face: "Sister, you don't hate me, do you? No way. I'm young and ignorant, and you can't blame me for what I did wrong. You are an adult People, just like Ouyang Feng in the movie, he has to respect his status and not fight with juniors." Suddenly he smiled, and the kitten seemed to snuggle over, rubbing against his girlfriend's arms, and his voice was like a small ball: " Sister, promise me."——I already call you sister, can you still treat me as a younger sister, can you still not satisfy my younger sister's request?

The girlfriend looked at her: young, shameless and righteous, with an almost innocent face, she almost committed suicide on the spot. The girl couldn't finish it, so I sent her an email when I went back, and my girlfriend showed me a wry smile. It was a song called "THE BOY IS MINE" (This Boy Is Mine). What makes this girl so arrogant?Maybe I just know that I am too young, know that no matter what bad things I do, I can cover it up with ignorance, and the world will rush to forgive me. Therefore, all the willful, hurtful, presumptuous, and cold-blooded things are so at ease.

Being young is not a crime, just relying on youth and doing whatever you want is fine. Whoever said it, shameless, you have to do it as soon as possible. They are A Jia, A B, A Bing and A Ding. In their stories, I don't know who will make the first move and who will decide to quit the first. A certain male Ajia was fooling around, posting, and quarreling on various forums, and gradually discovered that every day, there was an ID "ALAJ" who kept up with her posts. female identity.A Jia suddenly realized that it was clearly the initials of "Secret Love A Jia".A lot of absurd people and absurd things have been seen on the forum, so A Jia remained calm.

After a while, Ah Jia changed to work in a company, and sometimes exchanged brochures with colleagues from various places.Among them, the one sent by a certain woman, Ayi, was different: it either contained a few butterfly specimens, or it was a letter with dense small characters—it turned out to be a good boudoir style.Correspondence between the lines, Ah Jia knows, and Ah B is "ALAJ".At a loss, Ah Yi wrote in the letter: She has a vacation in summer, and she wants to visit Ah Jia's city.Ajia thought for a while, and replied: "You come, all colleagues in the company will be willing to entertain. It's just a coincidence that I will go to Europe for a half-month tour."

And how he provoked a certain girl, A Bing, he didn't even know.It probably started with his blog.A Jia smiled wryly and said to me: A Bing replied to his blog day after day, and the content was full of words: "I watched the weather forecast on CCTV, and the weather is changing again in your place. I remember you have rhinitis, be careful not to I'm so sorry." Ah Jia looked at it, only feeling the goosebumps on his back, emerging layer by layer like waves, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.When, under what circumstances, and to whom did he mention his ailment?In the Internet age, even for strangers, he becomes Rome defenseless. What's even more outrageous is that Ah Bing also set up his own blog called "Crazy Love Ajia". He wrote in a while: I had a good time today, and I decided to forget him; tomorrow he wrote: I hate him, he Why can you ignore me like this; suddenly became violent, deleted all the above content, and vowed to be a new man.I ran to congratulate Ah Jia, and he said with a bitter face: It has been many times.Sure enough, three days later, everything started again.Ah Jia resolutely ignored her, so she directed and acted in the whole play, boasted, played and sang. A few days ago, a friend named A Ding asked me to cooperate. I didn’t have time, so I recommended A Jia to him.The next day, Ah Jia’s phone call woke me up from my dream—it wasn’t that he called at the wrong time, but that I woke up too late.He asked: Who is Adin? Who is it?He only chatted with him on QQ for half an hour, but he couldn't control the tide of desire in his body.He said: I want to have sex with Ading.Many years ago, Ah Q confessed his love to Wu Ma in this way. He asked me very poetically and humbly, he said please, please take time out of your busy schedule to have a meal with Adin, please hold a DV, take a picture of his voice and smile, or at least use your eyes and your heart, Perceive the existence of this person, and then reproduce the original voice to Ajia—he will reimburse me for the meal expenses. When I met Ading on the Internet in the afternoon, I couldn’t help being quick-spoken. I said, “Someone has a crush on you.” Ading was very happy and said, “Ah, that’s great. Thank you sister for me.” I held back my laugh: “ It’s not my sister.” Ading was even happier: “It’s my sister? That’s even better. Thank you for giving me the courage to live.” I couldn't control myself anymore, I lay on the computer laughing for ten minutes. It's all a misunderstanding, all this love.What do they say about love?Don't understand, don't know, or even have the ability to recognize him, Ajia is crying and shouting every day, looking for Godot, and they are also admiring his ups and downs.And where is Adin's exuberant joy? When he is faced with forbidden love, it is a ferry that does not know the direction in the dark night.Do not understand to be able to love, right?Only then can debauchery be regarded as wildness, shame as peach blossoms, and inexplicable fear and temptation defined in the name of love. No one knows what they are doing, all their love and waiting is in vain.This love is all a joke. Or, every love in the world is like this. Her eyes were always sore.There is a kind of tension pulling her eye sockets, and tears are swirling in her eyes, like a flood fighting a dam, ready to pounce.But she didn't mean to cry, it seemed like the hotel was polluted by decoration, or someone at the next table was smoking. They met five years ago and separated three years ago.Countless memories recalled, and finally she gradually suspected that he never existed, and everything was just her fiction.But suddenly received a call from him—she had changed jobs, cities and even spouses, how did he find her number?He said: "What happened back then...was that I was young and ignorant." She replied, "No, I was wrong too." So polite, just like an elegant European film.But hadn't she kicked him and hit him with violence?Didn't he ever grit his teeth and say "I don't forgive, never"? They really don't love each other anymore. He said: "It's better to come out and sit down." She thought there was something to sit down, but she still agreed, the time and place he said. They stepped on the New Year's snow to have a meal, but they had nothing to say.After dinner, he took her home, and was hugged by a flower seller on the slippery sidewalk. When she got away, he was caught, and after a while he chased her up awkwardly, and handed her a rose: "Don't buy it!" I can’t get away, let me see you off—just happened to be Valentine’s Day yesterday.” This rose, a day late, has its head bowed in the gray earth, its color is slightly dull, and the edges of its petals are like the teeth of an old smoker.She laughed awkwardly: "Oh...thank you," not without emotion, "It's the second time you gave me flowers." For the first time, he remembered that she remembered too.They walked quietly on the street after nightfall, the footsteps echoed one after another, the street market was a little bleak, but the neon lights were still enchanting.He suddenly asked: "Do you like these flowers and plants?" She didn't hear clearly: "What?" He was already discouraged: "Forget it." , I saw a flower stall on the sidewalk from a distance. "OK." Only the last two bouquets remained, one of yellow roses, bright as new in the night, as expensive as ivory carvings.But she went to touch another bunch of small pink carnations, and he said to the boss: "I want this." The carnations are really like pink crepe paper, and her heart is also wrinkled in small balls. . How did the miss happen?Is it like this moment's blunder?She didn't know, she was just holding a rose that came a day late. Downstairs at her house, they broke up.She fumbled for the key of the building door for a long time, but there was no sound behind her. She endured it hard, not letting herself look back.She knew that he had been downstairs all the time, watching the voice-activated lights on each floor, which turned on and off again. The one on the fifth floor turned on twice, turned off twice, and finally stopped lighting.It was she who entered the house. Late is late.One day or five years, it makes no difference. She doesn't know if he loves her or not, but she loves him.This love, from the very beginning, has a slight pain in the soul. He ran among many female companions, and didn't pay much attention to her, because he knew her determination too well.Occasionally, I placed an order and took her out for dinner, and she was flattered.The main dish was spicy shrimp. He lowered his head and ate and drank, then raised his head casually, "Why don't you eat it?" She just picked one up, and she didn't tell him that she was allergic to shrimp. Itching, itching more than anything else.That night, under the silver moonlight, she clearly saw the rash on her arm pouring out like a martyr. It was not without horror, like the most disgusting scene in Stephen Chow's movie.Yet she endured, with the strange joy that this was his gift to her, and she was willing to accept it no matter how painful it was.The commotion in her body was released in such a weird way. They later lived together.The day before she moved in, her friends asked her out semi-formally, and only asked, "Do you know him?" She only ate tiramisu bite by bite, looked up for a while, and responded lightly: "If you love him, you will Love everything about him." There were still light black coffee stains on the corner of his mouth. Yes, everything. For example, his weakness.He didn't return all night, but he called back at midnight, and his voice was low amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd: "I have no money to pay the bill, come and pick me up." The tone was like a child who had already cried. Also, traces of old love.She swept out a half-cut red hairpin, an old pair of stockings, and, yes, a used condom from under the bed.The black plastic garbage bag opened its mouth wide, accepting the torrent of garbage. When it was full, it closed its mouth with a "click" and was thrown out. Also, his irascibility.They quarreled over small things, and she explained with a smile, a slap on her face.Before she could feel the pain, she was already filled with shame and anger. This time, she finally made up her mind to leave. However, he waited downstairs with her, said nothing, just brought a small corn cake and said happy birthday to her.She said: "It's still half a year away." He smiled wryly: "What else will I do in half a year." She silently ate another kind of bitter chocolate, but she just ate it very hard.He probably loves her?It's just that he couldn't control himself, and he didn't intend to.The golden-brown cake trembled in her hands, and she ate all the crumbs. During the shipping season, she stayed at the company without closing her eyes for several days and nights, and finally one day, she came home from get off work at eleven o'clock in the evening.Afraid of waking him up, he didn't turn on the light, and was changing shoes in the hallway in the dark, when he suddenly heard a few sweet whispers, coquettish and ethereal, it was another woman. She accepts everything, his good, his bad, his viciousness, his cold-bloodedness, she never refuses anyone, they all say that if you want to love, you should love everything about him.But why at this moment, she fell to her knees and vomited silently? He felt like his entire life was on video. Every day after get off work, I go to the dish shop I am familiar with, and the gesture of picking is like a king flipping the water cards of his concubines, lazy.After dinner, you must watch one or two movies. After the most treacherous incest suspense, it is a life movie that is warm to sentimental.He gradually heard his snoring, and his head slipped off the back of the sofa.His girlfriend who has been living together for three years is also used to it and built him an old blanket. She didn't know his upside-down dream: in the afternoon, he was standing by the window, drinking a glass of healthy sugar-free black soybean milk, and suddenly heard a woman's voice: "You lie...it's not like this at all...you, I..." Out of control but trying to control.He was startled, and the probe was a new female intern in the office, holding a mobile phone at the other end of the corridor.He struggled with curiosity for a while, and resolutely closed the window. At the same time with a bang, he saw her covering her face, and immediately felt that the whole world was crying silently.In this paragraph, he thinks he is Liu Qingyun, with a kind of commercial simplicity. In another section, there are a large number of Puritans and innocence in the United States. It is dusk, and the car is speeding around like chaotic clouds. He is on the crosswalk and suddenly wants to shake the hand of the female intern.But she shook her hand first: "Hey, you are very thin." Then she let go, as if by accident.He felt that he was Leonardo, handsome beyond the ordinary. When the music started, it turned out to be Bach, majestic and decadent, with red-orange blocks everywhere, and the lens was blurry. It was a small movie. He was ugly, naked, wretched and powerful, and he made a weird laugh. He knew he was the man of the lowest pornography. The main character...he was woken up by himself. The disc has been played, and the screen is silently blank. My girlfriend is leaning on the other end of the sofa, snoring and sleeping.He doesn't need to look at his watch to know that he has missed the date with the female intern. A perfect date can lead to romance, bed, so-called confidante, but he finally admits that he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to know anyone anymore, he wants to dress up extremely well, spray a little aftershave, pay attention to current events, and find topics to talk about.Everything is fast food these days, and fast, it doesn't mean that the procedures are abolished, and girls from good families can't be in place at once.All romances are presumably nothing more than one lengthy sex affair, preceded by a final orgasm that must be preceded by a long, almost ridiculously insipid foreplay. And he is lazy, like he always eats at the same restaurant and never changes the dishes; he often buys six pieces of the same style of clothes because he is too lazy to choose.So how could he be unfaithful to his girlfriend?When betrayal takes effort and time, he chooses to continue loving his girlfriend.His love is a time deposit in the bank, it clearly exists, but it is silent and useless. The people in the movie are very intense, their lives are complete, with a beginning and an end, but he, he is lazy. He changed his position and finally fell into a deep sleep. He had just divorced and was still young, but he felt that half his life was wasted.Afraid of being quiet but too lazy to talk, I go out to clubs with my friends every night, and pick a girl who likes to talk the most to sit next door.Eight out of ten times, she was by his side, and the eleventh time, she took the initiative to say: "Did you drive here? Give me a ride later." He will always remember her big laugh, like seventy fireworks blooming in the night sky at the same time; he will also remember her skirt, as she hops and jumps, it is a flying dream.He sometimes teased her for being careless, but genuinely felt comfortable enough to take a nap—and always woke up with a start.Love for him is still planting wheat in the landmine fields in Cambodia, which will not produce ears for a long time. After meeting for more than half a year, he went to Hong Kong for a business trip.She happily sent him off, bought a magazine at the airport, and pointed it out to him: "This Pakistani handmade gold bracelet is so beautiful, ah, it has the store address." She tore off the page and handed it to him, "Help me Bring one back." ... Is it really smooth?On the plane, his headache felt like it was going to split.Just like when he just got divorced, he was lying on the dark bed, and there were only two words in his mind: So it was like this, so I was a fool.So it turned out to be like this, so I was a fool... The stewardess bent down beside him with concern: "Sir, are you uncomfortable?" He thought: Is it really easy? In Central, he lost his mobile phone without the address book in it, and found himself unable to remember her number.Forget it and forget it, like peeling off a band-aid from your wrist, a slight tearing pain. They still met later.Four or five years later, in a foreign land, I don't know who saw who first: "Hey, you are here too." Both of them were very happy, so they went to have a meal. Text message: "Oh, I'm married. How about you?" A dish was served at this moment, gagging his mouth. After the meal, they fought over the bill for a while, and he won.Seeing him take money out of his wallet, she suddenly said, "You know what? For a while, I really liked you." The silence at this moment struck like lightning.Her mobile phone yelled, and she looked at it, "My husband." "Hey, I'm having dinner with my friends... Did you buy the bracelet for me?... No, I want it, I want it. I don't care about wasting it. Woohoo," she imitated a child's cry, "You treat me badly Okay..." A bunch of bracelets on her wrist jingled, and she laughed again in a blink of an eye, "I hate it." From Lang Suo's double bracelets, what a charming gesture, but it has nothing to do with him forever.The moment at the airport was the moment when she revealed her true feelings, right?Some people have said that to be able to love someone to the point of asking him for pocket money is the most severe test. He finally admitted that it was a harder test than a camel going through the eye of a needle, and he failed. At night, she was awakened by the warm and strange fruity fragrance.She remembered that it was kiwi.In the evening, she broke it open and took a sip, "It's very sweet." She handed it to the man.The man smiled slightly, and the unmodified wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like double pomegranate flowers. He took a sip of her hand.She suddenly realized that this move was inappropriate. It turns out that the fruity aroma can also be a temptation, especially if it is so ripe that it is about to be drunk.Across the darkness, she seemed to see the bite marks on the kiwi fruit, hers and his.She had left so many bites on his shoulders, and he accepted, occasionally whimpering softly. He was very kind to her, and took her through the dirty and messy streets to the peach blossom garden in the city, most of which were called clubs or clubs.He bought her a diamond ring, a laptop, and GUCCI's skirt was as green as the water in Jiuzhaigou.When a man swipes his card, there is often a trance smile on his face: I know I am a person with nothing, I can only hope that you will fall in love with my money, and give me a little illusion of happiness for the sake of money.She sometimes imagines herself as a pure and kind woman who regards money as dung, like the heroine of all pocket romance novels, but she is not.Because she knew his honesty, thousands of arrows pierced her heart. They went to the sauna and sat in the lounge, her eyes avoiding his flesh, white and slack and full of unnecessary folds.At this time, she smelled a strong fruity aroma. In the corner of the bathroom, there was a basket of kiwi fruit, which was almost steaming, and the aroma was close to a kind of carnal desire.The fruit, she, is equally rich, and is also being consumed rapidly... The association at this moment simply drove her crazy. She has never touched kiwis since.After getting off work, she rushes to pick up some fruits. For her, there is always a blank space on the supermarket shelves.And he never found her again—no, he just gave up, and as soon as he saw her determination, he backed away with the remaining dignity. Once she suffered from a bad cold, and it was Chinese New Year, and all nearby supermarkets and grocery stores were closed early. She survived on a few packs of instant noodles and a fruit basket delivered at an unknown time, and finally four kiwis.She didn't want to eat, but her body couldn't tolerate her being so noble.The peach skin has shriveled like a rag, but the flesh is still emerald green, with small black seeds inlaid, like some jade blemishes... She doesn't like to eat it, but she survives by it.Suddenly, she forgave her youth and the greed that accompanied it. So she called him: "How are you..." She didn't think about what to say.He gently interrupted her embarrassment: "Let's have a meal." She laughed, the most vulgar reunion between an adult man and woman is nothing more than a meal: "I'm losing weight." They went to fruit fishing for a while, and he ran back and forth hundreds of times for her, picking up all kinds of fruits, and then took a bite of the kiwi with her hand.And she raised her hand, unable to recover for a long time. This sweet taste is all she can give him, all of it? He just smiled: "Thank you." At this moment, she was awakened by the fruity aroma, touched the darkness, and finished eating the kiwi fruit she brought home. The sweet juice healed the dryness in her throat.And in the dark night, she understood his sincerity when he said thank you.He is old and old, she has her selfishness and cruelty, they are not perfect, this past is a bit ugly, people's small villains, like kiwi fruit with many black seeds. However, she thought she might have loved him, as long as love is not just the pocket book kind.And all the sweetness of love, they have tasted together. She just said, "It's too late." They met on the Internet, she didn't bother to believe in this ethereal relationship, but felt the quiet and empty suction.Seeing his ever-changing names on MSN every day, it's like doors opening suddenly, and there must be one that cannot be opened.She tried to step back, but pulled the chair closer to the computer. They chatted loosely, talking like two idle horses, never leaving each other, but never said love, this word has long been corrupted.It's April, she forgot to close the window, her fingers are soaked in the rain and mist of crushed cloves, she hasn't been to his city, but she knows that the grapes are overwhelmed, the maple trees burn like the red hair of Venus, and the albatross spreads its wings Flying by, like a dark cloud passing by suddenly.Her April is not his April, she has to understand, the metaphor of time and space. And in his southern hemisphere, it was already dark, and there was no time to drink a cup of coffee while it was hot. At this time, hell was so dark and the North Pole was so cold.He almost desperately thought that her side was after dusk and before sunset.His love for her was four hours earlier than her love for him. It was too late.This is the eternal chord between them, like the chorus behind the scenes, singing three songs.She has a marriage contract, and she is not prepared to renege on it.It is not easy for him to return home after traveling thousands of miles. She hadn't surfed the Internet for a few days, and he only felt that the computer was always on a black screen, and when she appeared with a ding, he asked anxiously, "Where have you been?" Her hand rested on the keyboard, and every key turned into a thornberry. Paining her, she typed it very hard: "Chifeng." He and she remembered at the same time that she had excitedly posted on the forum a long time ago, she said that she would be on the grassland, in the sunset, between camels and sheep, Take a group of wedding photos, the grass is low and the flowers are blooming. He said: "On the day you get married, I will go to see you." The needle prick on the keyboard pierced her finger, bleeding white.She was cruel and typed out a line: "It's too late." The wedding is only three days away. She must be, the most absent-minded bride.The wedding was so noisy, she greeted every guest with a smile on her face, greeted, retreated, and greeted the next one, it was like an endless loop of a game, she was a stuck soul. It was a rainy day, and the wedding seemed like it would never end.Amidst the sound of Bach's music, a wounded gray pigeon suddenly broke into the church and flew wildly. "I would like to" three words have not had time to say, has been interrupted.The gray pigeon flew around in panic, and threw itself into her arms. Feathers and drops of blood slowly landed on her flawless wedding dress like snow... It is he who has come. While waiting for the wedding to start, she used her mobile phone to surf the Internet, and saw that on the forum, his roommate posted a panicked post, saying that he fell into a coma three days ago and has never woken up.And on his computer screen, her eternal words were still there: "It's too late." How far is it from the southern hemisphere to the northern hemisphere, from his city to her city?She deeply understood his determination to die in her arms. Why can't two people who love each other stay together?She didn't understand, and neither did he. At the end of the day, he suddenly announced his marriage. The other party was his junior high school classmate, who had not studied much, but was delicate and gentle.He said that his heart was dead, turned to dust and turned to stone, and he was willing to chisel out thousands of pieces to build a nest, and any woman could sit in the nest, and a good wife and mother would be even better. She struggled and asked, "Do you love her?" He gritted his teeth: "Love? Shit." She burst into tears: "You will not be happy." He laughed instead, and that smile was full of hatred towards himself: "Really? Why don't you just wait and see." She has been single since.Trapped in the Colosseum of time, being forced to the wall inch by inch, she would sometimes feel disheartened and want to marry whoever she wanted, love is bullshit.As soon as she thought of this, she suddenly felt a kind of death-seeking despair. She still did not believe that people can live in an emotional vacuum, like a seed placed in space, without air, sunlight, water and food, and continue to bloom.For several years, her MSN name was: "Love and money are on the way to my house." She is willing to be a lonely hunter by the tree, waiting, waiting and seeing. She got married very late, love, sex, and endless chatting before going to bed. The days are like a thin field, plowing three hoeing and stopping two hoeing, and slowly growing a dandelion.During the honeymoon, she talked about him by chance, about the hair that was waiting to be tied, about the last resort, the parting of love, and the reluctance to let go, and she still burst into tears.The gentle husband didn't make a sound, but pulled her into his arms with all his strength. She shed tears, knowing that she was waiting. It was only natural to meet him again.The reunion of college classmates, in the end, the two of them seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally left behind.They are all adults, so she may not talk about those lingering words, so she showed him the photos of her son and his daughter with great interest, expressing that she would get married: "One day, bring my daughter-in-law to have a meal together." Meal." "It's her mother, wait until I visit." She hesitated for a moment before she fully understood what he was talking about. "What happened?" She knew she shouldn't ask, but she couldn't control her mouth. He smiled wryly: "I can't go on... I have nothing to say all day. I go to work during the day, I don't talk when I eat, I don't talk when I have sex, and I did very little. Then she became pregnant, and it has been a sexless marriage since then... "There was a long and thin line around his mouth, which was the knife and ax chisel of the years. "I used to think that love was unimportant. I forgot that I am a human being with human lust. I am really not a pig. I can live my whole life by eating and sleeping." After a long silence, he suddenly said: "I still remember what you said about me will not be happy." "That's not what I meant," she exclaimed. Is this a curse?No, this is just Cassandra's prophecy.Cassandra is a cursed woman in Greek mythology. She has the ability to prophesy, but she cannot change what happened in the future. She will watch death, killing, and pain happen one by one.And the saddest thing is, no matter how much she shouted hoarsely, no one believed her prophecy, never had. Sitting on the plastic KFC seat, she felt like Cassandra, sinking on the bloodbathed white stone.The black shawl fluttered on her face, strangely, a little wet, it turned out to be tears on her face. If given the chance, she would rather say once noble and magnanimous: "I wish you happiness." But Cassandra always only speaks true prophecies. As soon as the train entered the country, it was full of news about the typhoon. The wind rushed in and out, and the momentum was fierce.She smiled dryly.Ten years later, a typhoon came, and the camphor trees all over the city were shaken.Turns out nothing has changed. The left hand is the air ticket, the right hand is the visa, and there is a traveler's check in the full set of LV suitcases. She is leaving tomorrow, but today she must go to this windy appointment.I even went all the way to exchange for a new stack of hundred-yuan bills, and my hand was cut by the sharp edge.She didn't think about what to use it for, but she could foresee the joy.ten years. The driver didn't know the address she said: "Which way to go?" With a very young face and a soft local accent, "Sister, I was born and raised in my twenties and I don't even know." She was surprised that she was an outsider up?A little panicked.Fortunately, camphor incense was the same as before, rattling in the wind, comforting her. Seeing the archway, she yelled to stop, and then unconsciously said "ah", and it was clear that there was a newly built community in front of her.What about the original trail?Her first night was at the end of the path, and he pinched her arm so painfully.The grass stains on the skirt can never be washed off.I remember that it was a typhoon that day, and the fragrance of the camphor tree made people weep.She stumbled to inquire about a small shop nearby, and the shop owner spoke with a foreign accent: "I only came here last year." And she, left for ten years. I called 114 and took countless detours. The unit had already moved to a distant building.After finally finding it, she dragged her luggage and got out of the car. In her imagination, she would go straight into his office, and for a moment, she would shine like a diamond, like the phoenix embroidered on her skirt.But he must be old, bald, with a big belly, one of those small-town guys she's used to seeing since she was a child.Do you want to slap him like a vulgar TV series? She was blocked by the security guard at the front desk: "Who are you looking for?" She repeatedly reported several names and threw stones to ask for directions. "Call and ask him to take you in." She was stunned holding the phone. The door opened, and the wind howled from outside the door.The building was quiet, and the smell of aromatics was common in office buildings all over the world, which conflicted with her memory.People keep coming and going, whoever comes to hand in a courier, whoever comes to fetch a glass of boiling water, the faces are all unfamiliar. She gently closed her eyes, what did she say?Who still remembers her, remembers a scandal ten years ago?Too many faces are flashing back, his cowardly dodging ones, his wife's vicious ones, colleagues' happy ones... She left her hometown with the determination to return for revenge. She did not forget.But, I did not forget, she was probably the only one left. She turned around and opened the door, a strong wind rushed up, her long hair covered her face, like a female ghost, all the grievances had been swept away by the strong wind of time. Song of Solomon My lover likes to drink hot tea, standing barefoot in the kitchen to boil water, pouring the hot boiling water into the cup, drying the almost dusty tea leaves, the soul comes back, slowly opens, and has a soft face again.If she is very thirsty, she will ask for ice water, "Thank you." With a slight southern accent, it is as mellow as a piano.She doesn't drink coke or plain water.My lover, you want to be hot or cold, with a clear love and hate, but it is difficult to bear the ordinary tenderness. My lover loves to take a bath, and the unknown essential oil drips on the water surface, creating a mist of grass and woods, like the hallucination of daffodils in late autumn.她享受浴缸时间，如鲸渴望南海的浩瀚，微微盹着之际，手机却突然惊起，她叹一口气，接起，“喂……”我从那声音了解疲惫、沉重及人生的不得已。 我的爱人也曾带着酒意前来，双颊红绯，任何声音，她都以极大的热情聆听，脸上挂着笑，恍惚的，殷勤的，人是沉在应酬的全副武装里一时回不来。抱着马桶吐得呕心沥血，喝一杯冰水她便被唤醒，“不好意思弄脏了卫生间。”像政客说，“I'M SORRY”，非常诚挚、非常虚假的歉意。 次晨在梳妆镜上用磁铁压一百元和一张写给钟点工的便条，磁石是一个中国娃娃，朝天小辫，一手持鼓一手持槌，仿佛在说唱。她曾说这娃娃像汉俑。书上说：汉代是中国第一个盛世，有了冶金有了铁有了钱币，人从最艰苦恶劣的生活中解脱，开始了解并记载，那些微细的快乐，比如耕田、做饭，或者，爱情。 我的爱人不曾为我做过饭，我想她是一个不谙家务的女子，因她掌心柔如雏雀，然而她的右手拇指食指都有微硬苔痕，那是握笔的痕迹。左右手腕皆有茧，我道，“键盘手。”她笑，“啊？有名字的。”我遂轻轻揽她的手，送入口里，像幼时母亲吮我受伤流血的脚趾。 我的爱人柔软如绵，硬净像玉，热烈时分是小火焰，睡熟时软弱成茜草。深夜，当我抱住她，她却时常转个身，在我怀里，背对我睡——她享受我抱的快乐，却不肯，也许是忘了，给我以同样的回应。 我的爱人时常在一盏橘黄灯下，她梳拢长发，盘转成髻，再紧紧地，用一只琥珀发夹束紧，那么紧，比MBA教程更无懈可击。起身时，她已经穿好白衬衫，黑裙，灰风衣上别一支凤凰胸针，洒一点儿我的古龙水。忽然间，我的爱人离我远了，是这大城里，数百万陌生女子中的一个。我想我并不认识她。 是的，我的爱人，我其实不认识你。 而我的爱人，一定是一个不喜欢等待的女子。因为此刻，我的手机响了又响，全是同一个不耐烦的号码——原来，我的爱人，我们都有两个号码，用来应付正经事务与不正经的。这一项联系很久的合作，将因为我的爽约，而被取消。 在黎明才分开的我们，是QQ上邂逅的男女，以身体互悦，度过缠绵缠绵的一夜又一夜，事了拂衣去，她从不留声名，抑或一痕口红印。然后，我与她，分别驱车，来赴同一场合同的谈判。我依时到场，却在远远的门外，认出她的背影。我只有像一个没有面目的替身演员，还没上场就悄然退下。 我的爱人，命运何其荒谬邪恶，置我们于爱欲与俗世的迷宫森林。 我如何能够现身呢？我是她的仲夏夜之梦，她世界尽头的冷酷仙境，突然横在她真实生活里，转身一变成她的客户，我会是蛇，以诱惑之果，毁了她的伊甸园。 恕我失约，我的爱人，我将从你的时间，无论夜与昼，彻底消失，如潮汐退去沙滩无痕，因为，这是我爱你的，唯一方式。而我的爱人，她并不知道，我是这样地爱着她。 那年，他陪父亲回老家，为祖父母合葬。火车进了山东地界，一窗葱绿，大叶大秆地招摇，是高粱与包谷。父亲淡淡地，说些他不知晓的家事给他听：“你爷爷一代，很多这样的。”没有一点儿怨意。 1944年战火蛮荒，祖父一走便没了音信，祖母的日子——地上炕上灶上活计，老人小孩鸡猪衣食，以及，等。日头东升西落，江山换了人家，男人不知是死是活，祖母渐渐老了容颜，枯槁如木，她的等待，却坚若磐石。17年后，祖父托人捎信还家：他活着，在京，居高位，新妻的最幼子，已经12岁了。 祖母原就口拙，少言少语的农家女子，闻此也无声无息，在炕头上久久盘坐。第二天，照旧下地去。半年后，祖母就去世了。 他想他明白祖父的选择，以三十岁男人的心。战火硝烟，生命何其脆弱，死亡如影随形，祖父也只是基于恐惧，追寻一点儿生的快乐吧。 只是，祖母共育有四子，除了父亲考取大学离开，其余三子，皆在农村。夜里宿在四叔家，破砖败瓦，人多挤不下，两位堂弟抱了被子，睡在院中的平板车上，听得酣声如雷。猪圈强烈的腐败气味令他难以入睡，满身皆痒，他疑心是跳蚤。 而他记忆中的祖父，是一位慈祥到近乎温柔的老人，对他极其宠爱，也是他成长岁月里不可或缺的忘年交，教他近代史、做人、旧体诗，以长者的睿智宽厚，安顿他暴烈的青春。 父亲对祖父的敬爱，当下不敢多言。 第二日启坟，黄土里卧着一个破木匣，简陋如火柴盒，祖母竟如此薄棺。叔叔们一片唏嘘，连他都禁不住想恸哭一场，不为亲缘，只为一个寻常女子，一生空空的操劳。父亲不动声色，只张罗着，置买附近最好的棺材。 祖母移棺后，可以合葬。他以长孙身份扶柩，准备将祖父的棺椁入土，父亲突然发话，“等一等，先放我妈。” 一言既出，四座皆惊，连他这种都市小子都隐隐觉得不妥，何况在男尊女卑、最重礼数的孔孟之乡？人群里起了微微的骚动，很多不以为然、惊愕的神情。 然而父亲跪着，脸，沉默着。面颊、眉眼、微张的嘴，都微微抽搐，是痛得不可开交，钢铁一般坚不可摧。 父亲一生，到底有没有恨过祖父呢？ 祖母的棺椁无声落土，扬起尘烟，像黝灰燃烧的火焰。随后，祖父的棺椁也放进，坟头合上。一段旧事，自此缄口不言。 他恍惚记起，十七岁那年，他想向喜欢的女生示意，又担心她不接受，学校会处分，祖父用浓重的山东口音取笑他，“喜欢还怕啥？” 但，如何勇敢爱呢？如果爱与责任相违背？如果爱就是伤害和背叛？血会渐涸，液紫而乌，如沉黑底色的玫瑰裙。那些疼痛，却永远不能遗忘。 太多事情，他无从了解；也再也不可能，与祖父，以男人对男人的姿态，聊一聊了。他对祖父，完整的爱与尊敬，是一件洁净温暖的旧衣，此刻，打了补丁。 忽然他胸口震动，如心在狂跳。是手机，千万分熟悉的号码，属于妻子之外的另一个女人。而他迟疑着迟疑着，久久不敢接听。原本，他以为，说一句爱，或者不爱，是再容易不过的事。 爱是多么欢喜，但当爱情死去，如何安顿尸骸，并且在坟头上种一棵苹果树。他想，他还没有学会。