Chapter 19 a waiting monkey

Sitting in the coffee shop across the street and looking at the building of "Sun Yat-Sen Memorial Hall", it really looks like the hat worn by Napoleon, and the tourist boxer on the square has head lice. Although a steel frame is erected around the top hat at this moment, a group of sewing workers are trying to restore the former glory, but I am not as optimistic as they are. It seems that any architectural copper that sprang out of the concrete plain cannot arouse my happy imagination, maybe it is the heat. The heat of the summer made me stupefied, maybe my subconscious has long resisted the mythical buildings created by modern cities, those mythical buildings with mandatory intentions, they are lurking in every street and corner, barking at every passerby like a hound, until innocent people Be a believer.

Most of the time, I tamely become believer A, crowd B, or citizen D.But at some point, I still stubbornly hide in the succulent leaves, speak the language of cactus, and throw bananas at the enemy like a monkey.Come against everything in the city.I am good at teasing them with my imagination, sticking out my tongue at them, but unknowingly, I become an urban monkey with half of its fur plucked.When I licked the few remaining furs of the noble beast, I found that the blue tongue was also forked. The head lice in the square, like a festival, fly colorful kites. Facing the sky that has lost its blue integrity, people’s kite flying behavior is extremely embarrassing to me. If people still retain the original people’s era Trust in nature.Love and various acts of licking the calf, I would like to regard kite flying as a relic of talking to the gods in ancient times. However, huge modern buildings have replaced the authority of nature. What can be saved?

Top hats will return to their gorgeous colors, and people will still fly kites like head lice.The coffee on my table has been refilled, and I know that the waiting person is unlikely to come.Neither he nor I was wrong, the time and place of this date was not in a coffee shop.In the morning, when I arrived at the appointment place early, the restaurant put up a notice of "renovating the interior and closing business". This cafe, thinking that if he also finds that the Sun Yat-Sen Memorial Hall looks like a Napoleon hat, it is not difficult to find that I am sticking my tongue out at the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It saddens me that all the people passing by the window can't follow my beam of light to admire the top hat, and the happy swarm of head lice, other than throwing a slightly milder glance than a monkey peeling a banana, I kinda lonely. In the heavily guarded concrete leaf forest, monkeys like me who have lost half of their fur should probably quit the bad habit of throwing bananas.Should I seriously consider plucking the remaining hair and saying goodbye to the succulents? Then time went back to this morning, and I obediently stood at the "Closed Business" sign to tell the next generation, like the responsible citizens we often see.

- "Sleepwalking Book"