Chapter 49 Section 49

She wants to see the virgin forest. You said there is no virgin forest in Sydney, at least you have to drive for a few days to enter the uninhabited land of the Australian mainland.Besides, I have seen it on the plane. A maroon dry sea gathers up a ridge like a fish bone. It is like this for several hours after flying. How can there be any virgin forest?He spread out the tour map, pointed to each green block and said, "Wow, this is it!" "It's all parks," you say. "National parks are nature reserves," she insisted, "the flora and fauna inside are kept in their original state!"

"And kangaroos?" you ask. "Of course!" replied the ground. "Then you have to go to the zoo to see it. This is not your France, where you buy bait from all over the world, bring them to one place, and let them scurry around for tourists to watch." You can't hold her back, so you have to mutter, "I need to find a drama. Friends in the center get a car." You also said that they invited you to rehearse your play, and you just met them, so it's inconvenient to trouble people like this.But she said that there is a direct train, and she drew her finger on the map from the Central Station in the city center to the green edge of the Royal National Park.

"Hey, there's a stop right here, Bartram. Look, it's easy to get to! A She, Cong Erwei, has short hair and a boyish head, like a middle school student. She looks much younger than her actual age, but her overly plump buttocks reveal that she is already a full-fledged woman.You baked a loaf of bread and coffee with milk, and she drank black coffee, no sugar, no bread and butter, and kept the line. When you came out of the small building where you lived, she suddenly remembered and ran back to the room to get bath towels and swimsuits. She said that she walked through the park, the national nature reserve park, and could go directly to the beach, and maybe she could swim in the sun.

There is a direct train connection from Central Station to Butland. "It's a small station, few people got off the bus, and when I left the station, it was a small town, and I don't know where the forest is. You have to ask, go back to the exit and ask the conductor: "How to get to the primeval forest? Park, Royal Park National Park!" "One more stop, to Loftus," said the conductor at the small window. So buy a ticket and enter the station.The bus arrived after more than 20 minutes, but it didn't go to Luo Futusi, so it had to go on the next trip. After waiting for another half an hour, the radio said, the next train is late, please go to the other side of the platform and wait.She went to ask the dispatcher on the platform what was going on, and the fat man said:

"Wait, wait, the car will come." The door of the duty room was closed. You remind me that when you first arrived in Australia, people told you that if you take the train from Sydney to Melbourne, it will take two or three days, or one week.You said it would probably have to wait until dark.And she, Window Erwei, was walking around, a little nervous.He told her to sit down, but she couldn't sit still. "Go to the vending machine to buy a packet of peanuts or that greasy Australian specialty, that small round fruit, what is it called?" You tease her as much as you want, but she ignores you.

Another hour passed, and the car finally arrived. Loftus.After leaving the station, a smaller town was also painted in gray. A banner was hung on the overpass above the railway tracks: "Welcome to the Tram Museum". "Go or not?" you asked. She ignores you, runs back to the ticket office to ask, then waves to you.When you go back to the exit, the conductor at the window waved repeatedly to let you enter the station again, and you asked her, "Is this primeval forest on the platform?" "You don't understand people's English!" she said. When you entered the station again, you said thank you to the conductor in English.She glared at you*, smiled, and explained to you that the person said to walk closer from the inside of the platform.Well, you cross the tracks with her, walk on the stone piles of the road, and a uniformed watchman on the platform looks at you, and you ask loudly: "Park? Where is the Royal National Park?"

You can still speak this English.He points to an exit behind you with a broken railing. When you are on the highway, some of the fastest cars pass by without pedestrians.There is a big sign on the wall of the train station, which says "Tram Museum", with an arrow drawn.You have to go to this museum and ask for directions.There is a toy-like cabin in the high door frame. The price of the ticket is written on the nailed sign. The ticket price for adults and children is different, but there is no one in the box office.An old tram was parked on a small railroad track in an empty field, with wooden carriages and peeling paint.A woman led a dozen children around an old man wearing a large embroidered cap, and was explaining the history of the tram.When the old man finally finished speaking, the woman led the children into the car, and he turned around and raised his hand to the brim of his hat to salute you.Wen Erwei explained the purpose of coming, the old man spread his hands and said: "This is the national park, it is everywhere, you and I, our museum, are already in the park,"

The so-called museum he gestured to refers to the old tram parked on the ground inside the door frame. "What about the forest, the virgin forest?" Feng Erwei asked, who shaved the boy's head, and looked more like a girl in front of the tall old man in a big hat. "It's all forests." He turned around and pointed to the trees on the other side of the road. You couldn't help laughing, Tilvi gave you a hard look, and asked the old man, "Where do you get in?" "You can go in anywhere, you can get in the car, it's five Australian dollars each, you're all adults."

"No doubt," you asked, pulling out your wallet, "is this car going into the forest?" "Of course, this is a round-trip ticket. You don't need to pay for the ticket. You can pay if you are satisfied with it. If you are not satisfied, you can walk back by yourself. It's not very far." The old tram started with a jingle, and the bell was not old, but very crisp.You are as happy as the children in the car, but Tilvi nodded, but there is no reason to be unhappy.When the car enters the forest, you will not be able to distinguish the branches and trees of various species.The trunks are brown red, brown yellow, blue yellow, some are peeling, and some are scorched black due to fire, with twisted trunks, and the treetops flutter in the wind like loose long hair, which has a ghostly smell.A quarter of an hour later, the end of the track was reached.

"Did you see the kangaroo?" You teased her deliberately. "Okay, you are mocking me, I will find one for you to see!" Erwei jumped out of the car and ran into a small path with a sign pointing to the information desk.You sit down by the rails.After a while, she came back sullenly, pinching a few instruction manuals in her hand, saying that there was a path to the beach, but she still had to walk for several hours.The sun has moved to a low place above the woods, it is almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and she looks at you without making up your mind. "Then go back the same way, and finally visited a streetcar museum," you said.

You and these children got into the car and went back, and she stopped talking to you, as if it was your fault.At the station, she took the train back to Sydney, and she lay down on a chair in the empty carriage.You look at the travel map and find that one of the stops, Cronuna, is on the seashore.You asked to get out of the car immediately and dragged her up. Not far from the station is indeed the beach, the sea is dark blue under the setting sun, and the snow-white waves are rolling one after another towards the beach.She changed into a bathing suit, and the strap on her back snapped, much to her annoyance. "Go to a nude bathhouse," you can only tease her. "You can't live!" she yells at you. "Then what to do?" You said to pull out the straps of your swimming trunks instead. "And you?" "Just sit on the beach and wait for you." "This is so bad, if you don't go into the water, you won't go into the water!" She actually wanted to, but she had to appear reasonable. "You can untie the shoelaces." You are quick to wit. "That's a good idea, you're not stupid." You finally wrap her breasts around your shoelaces, and she gives you a hard kiss before running off into the sea.The sea is cold, and you're shivering when you're down to your knees. "It's so cold!" As she shouted, she went to the mountain pass and rushed towards the white waves. In the distance, at the left tip of the bay, beyond the reef, there are some boys surfing.Further away is the dark blue deep sea, where the surging white waves disappeared and then surged again.The setting sun is covered by clouds, and the sea breeze blows, making it even cooler.Most of the nearby swimmers came up, and the people lying on the beach also got up, picked up their things, and almost disappeared. You get up from the sand, put on your clothes, and look towards the sea, but you can't see her head anymore, and the surfing boys have also climbed onto the reef.You are a little worried, stand up and look, it seems that there is a small black spot between the white waves that appear from time to time in the distance, as if it is still going into the deep sea.You start to feel uneasy, the reflections on the waves are less bright, and the vastness of the South Pacific between sea and sky is getting darker. You have known her for a short time, don't know her well, and have only slept a few times before.You mentioned that a friend invited you to rehearse your scene, and she arranged to come with you on vacation.She is awkward, you can't tell if you love her, but it confuses you.She has several men, as she said, they are all just partners. "Sex partner one." You ask.She doesn't admit it, and maybe that's what irritates you so much.She said she was against marriage, she lived with a man for several years, and they broke up, she can't be exclusively for a man, you said you agree.She also said that it's not that she doesn't want to have a stable relationship, and that both parties need to be stable, but it's very difficult. If you say you feel the same way, there is something in common.She needs to be transparent, and she talks about her first "sleep" with you, and about the sexual relationships she has had and is still having. Honesty is the most important thing in a relationship, and you're sure of that. She Be honest, so stimulate you. The sea in the distance can no longer be seen clearly. You are anxious and look up to the shore to see if there are lifeguards on duty.But she came around from the side, and when you saw her, she stopped, her face turned pale with cold. "Looking at what?" she asked. "Look for a lifeguard." "Aren't you looking at a beautiful woman?" She asked with a smile, trembling, goose bumps all over her body. "There is one, with golden hair, just lying on the beach and basking in the sun." "You like blonde women?" “Love the maroon O too” "asshole!" She scolded you softly, and you laughed happily. You had dinner at an Italian restaurant. There was a pink and white Santa Claus painted on the glass window, and strips of green paper pine needles hung above the dining table. Christmas is coming, and it’s almost summer in the southern hemisphere. "You're absent-minded, it's boring to hang out with you," she said. "Playing is resting. It doesn't have to be for a specific purpose," you say. "Then, it doesn't have to be with a specific woman, anyone can drink." She stared at you from behind her glass. "I was so anxious just now, I almost went to the police!" You said. "It's too late," she put down her glass, touched your hand, and said, "I'm trying to scare you, you're a fool, let me teach you how to live!" "Okay," you say. That night, you made love to her ferociously.