Chapter 74 seventy three

Vincent goes to Las Vegas (7) "Vincent, I love you too. I fell in love with you 10 years ago. That day, you were standing at the gate of 'Guli', and my mother and I were shopping for clothes in the opposite store. I looked through the glass window looked at you carefully." "Nonsense, how old were you then?" "I was so old at that time, you haven't seen it yet, our time here is stagnant. So when I saw you this time, your aging face shocked me, so I called you 'Grandpa'. " So they talked to each other, not under the apple tree, but in the shed where the cleaning tools were kept.The air in the room was very bad, for the smoke from the basement seeped in through the wide crack in the door.Vincent was choking and coughing uncontrollably, unable to open his eyes.When Georgina gently took his hand, Vincent felt that strange and exciting feeling again, a kind of lust that completely excluded sexual desire that he had never experienced in women.Was it because Georgina called him "Grandpa" that his desire for her became what it was?No, it wasn't, the problem was Joyner. From the very beginning, Vincent felt that this beautiful woman had no direct relationship with her sex.But how can you not love such a woman?How beautiful she was, and, moreover, how kind.

"Joyner, I don't want to leave you, but I can't stand the smoke here, I can't breathe. What do you think I should do? I feel now that if I walk away from you, my life will be ruined." dark." "Oh, come on, go away, Grandpa. You'll remember me forever if you go. Go to Lisa, it's a normal life for you. But mine is normal too. Life, are you right? Gamblers have always lived a happy life, production and consumption have been underground, and we have been complacent for so many years. How hot your palm is, when I saw you I imagined, Your palm must be very hot. You are a warm-hearted person, otherwise, how could my sister Lisa fall in love with you?"

Vincent felt dizzy, he had to get out, or he would fall to the ground.He wanted Georgina to go out with him, but Georgina insisted on staying in the dark room.He had to go out by himself.He walked to the non-smoking side of the living room and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs.When nausea overwhelmed him, passion died.He understood: he cannot fall in love in poisonous smoke.That's why the parrot called him "the usurer."So how does this mechanism of underground production and consumption work? "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cubs", since he can't breathe in the poisonous smoke, he has no chance to figure out this kind of problem.Perhaps Lisa had allowed him to come here precisely to show him his limitations.

He walked out of Joyner's hotel and sat down in the garden in the middle of the street.Birds of all kinds floated in the pure air, and instead of flying in a straight line or spreading their wings, they simply floated in the air, moving in curves as if they were drifting with the current. "The birds of Las Vegas." Vincent sighed in his heart.He thought of those wet crows that landed on the balcony at home.Just then the train whistle sounded, as if to urge him.He suddenly remembered that his luggage was still in Joyner's hotel, but at the moment he decided not to go back there, he had better go home at once.

At the end of the platform, there was the back of a woman in a skirt, very similar to Lisa. When she walked to the front, the woman turned around, and it was indeed her, with a suitcase in her hand. "So you're here too." Vincent said angrily. "Yeah, I was just now in the basement of my parents' house. Are you disappointed in my hometown?" "No, I love this place." "Then let's go back to the basement together." "No, not to the basement, let's go to our own home. At night, I'll look for it with you. Maybe we'll find a real casino, the kind with slot machines."

A dove floated before their eyes, and then a second, a third, a fourth, swam silently past. "I didn't expect there to be pigeons here." Vincent muttered to himself. "When I was young, travelers from outside called this place the 'Hometown of Pigeons'. At that time, in the rosy sunset, the sky was full of white pigeons swimming around. It's a pity you haven't seen that kind of grand occasion." "Then, is the white dove the mental image of a gambler?" "It should be. In the middle of the night, everyone who comes out of the casino has a white dove on their shoulders."

Long after the train started, he and Lisa still saw white pigeons outside the carriage.Vincent couldn't figure out whether he was in Las Vegas for one day or three days, because the sun never set.From his feeling, it seemed that more than one day had passed.And during the long day, he ate only one meal in Joyner's basement.Now he understands why the slot machines are hidden in the walls and are no longer used—the thrill of the slot machines is useless in a place where there is no distinction between day and night. Lisa was staring at the white pigeon outside in a daze.Her heart was immersed in the happiness of remembrance.The fact that Vincent finally has access to her past life speaks to the depth of their bond.But she had more than one past life, which Vincent probably didn't know.She had told him about herself, what she said was her other life, not made up.But now, maybe Vincent was going to think that what she had told him before was all a fabrication.Thinking of this, she felt a little uneasy again.She leaned on Vincent's shoulder, held his hand, and asked softly, "Vincent?"