Chapter 38 thirty-seven

Lisa's Secret (2) Lisa started her meditation life after she got tired of work and came home.In other words, continue the previous meditation life. When Lisa was young, no one would have guessed that this flush-cheeked, driven girl could meditate.She worked as a babysitter, waitress, car wash, tour guide, company secretary, typist, department store accountant, warehouse keeper, broadcaster, and even worked as a weatherman for a while while on the road.She is versatile, carefree, easy-going, and looks like a good-looking, slightly tacky, ordinary woman.However, she really has her own meditation, which happens regularly every night in the middle of the night, and is a secret that no one knows.

Every time after midnight, when everything is quiet, some strange people will gather in the corner of her bedroom to discuss things about the Long March.She could see those black figures when she raised her body a little from the bed, and the voice of their conversation always reached her ears.The Long March is their permanent topic. The anxiety, hardship, despair, frustration and desperate rebound contained in this activity are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.In the suffocating silence, Lisa often shouted in the dark, and then a tall, slender figure rushed over and strangled her throat, making her unable to move, and truly feeling the approach of death.After repeating this several times, Lisa gave up because of fear.She would rather endure that silent suffocation, that kind of sorrow that has not yet reached its limit.In those years, she traveled to many places, but wherever she went, the discussion about the Long March in the middle of the night was still a constant topic.What is the Long March?Observing the constant plotting gestures of the few shadows gathered in the corner, listening to those lengthy and anxious conversations, imagining the march in the endless hell, year after year, Lisa gradually understood that the Long March Nothing else, but a life related only to herself, a meditation that she should try her best to forget, but is destined to be engraved in her heart.One miserable night, an old woman in the shadows spoke of the dying wounded of the Long March.The girl was lying on a simple stretcher, begging her companions to throw her into the river with high hands, blood gushed out of her mouth, and her chicken claw-like hands danced in the air.The team moved silently along the river bank, the faces of the people gradually became extremely hideous, and the dark sky seemed to press on everyone's back.Suddenly, there was a shrill cry, but the cry did not come from the team, but from the air... The old woman's voice disappeared when she said this, but the whispers of others rose again.That night, in Lisa's dream, the rainstorm continued, whipping her face like a whip.Strangely, the soul-destroying sorrow of the night did not destroy her body, but instead became nourishment for her body, and she looked too healthy.Even the tragedy of the annihilation of the entire army in the swamp at night, the screams resounding through the sky, the horror on the broken bridge, and the struggle between the tigers' mouths could not make the rosiness of her face fade away.Maybe, she thought, she was a duplication of two people, the one who suffered in meditation nourishing the one in daily life.

On the time she was a tour guide, an elderly man fell in love with her.The ship sailed to a small tropical island. At midnight, on the deck, Lisa told the story of the Long March to this fatherly old man with white beard. Her narration was confusing and eager, and she always wanted to grasp something. "Lisa," an old Middle Eastern man named Yassin whispered in her ear, "come to me, daughter, I am the destination of your long march. Look over there, a star has fallen, happiness star." The smell of sulfur from his body made Lisa dream about it. Yassin died on deck before dawn, his aquiline nose revealing infinite dignity.The tour group continued on, and Lisa went on the long march alone in the cabin.She already felt deeply how far away she was from the beautiful Yassin.In the team of the Long March, in the darkness, who can see their destination?And for the first time in years, she remembered her long-lost parents and was horrified to realize how much she resembled them.The discussion in the cabin reached a climax, because the long

Chasers appeared behind the conscription team... After meeting Vincent, those ghosts no longer appeared in front of Lisa.From the first time they met, she saw the double figure behind Vincent.Sometimes the double image expanded, enveloping both of them.Lisa thought at the time that a man who could walk around with the night on her body was exactly her ideal man.They had a long discussion about the Long March.Lisa asked him if he had been one of those ghosts that had been in her bedroom before.Vincent replied that maybe it was, but he couldn't remember the past, what a pity.As they talked, there was a whiff of sulfur that made Lisa shudder.Vincent is not good at telling, he just said repeatedly: "Ah, Lisa, my ideal!" That sentence seems vulgar.Lisa told him that the black image behind him was a majestic black cloud, and that with him beside her, she felt as if she was living in an imagination.But this time, isn't she too lazy?

In the city, among the crowd, Lisa always saw her husband at a glance.Often, in order to run to him immediately, her high heels would break. In recent years, Lisa has noticed with horror that the shadow behind Vincent has grown darker and darker, and sometimes he disappears there without a trace. "Vincent, Vincent, have you left Lisa?" she muttered. Originally, after marriage, Vincent's world had become her world. They spent so many unforgettable days in the common refuge, but Lisa suddenly became a lonely person again. The night has become a torture to test the nerves.Especially on rainy nights.

On the day of her resignation, Vincent asked her what she was doing back home, and she replied, "Start the real long march." Vincent was a little surprised at first, but he was relieved immediately, and said, "You have settled both of our affairs. "They both got drunk that night to celebrate Lisa's return to the family. Then there was what seemed an endless wait, and the ghosts stopped appearing in her room.She'd tried rooming with Vincent, but they still wouldn't come.Later, she thought that there was no need to divide the room, because Vincent was probably one of the shadows.This is how the search campaign begins.The dwarf "Dumb" told her that there was a road leading to Las Vegas on her family's land.For no reason, Lisa felt that if she found that road, she could join the Long March team.But Vincent's search was unique. As long as Vincent got into the cluttered grass and bushes, Lisa would not be able to find him immediately.Lisa couldn't help wondering, maybe it was Vincent's long-planned plan to build the house on the hillside and buy the huge garden in the city center?