Chapter 20 July

i will come In July, I suddenly knew.When you go home in July, Yinger will come down from the platform crispy and lingling, so happy, she has been alone for three months, she has a lot of things to say, her face is red, and she only cares about talking to you.Talk about fungus, Xiangyi, and cavemen.They haven't moved out yet, and it will take many days before she blushes and just talks to you. I pulled her, and she didn't know about the nightmare, so she thought I was being silly again.Going out for a trip is even more foolish, knowing to come back.She didn't know about that nightmare and we got back early.I don’t want anything, I want a home, I want a clean house that Ying’er has tidied up, every glass is as clean as a lollipop.And even better, a large bouquet of flowers on the evening table.

Yinger is so good, let me see you, you have not disappeared, so many days and nights have not melted you, I have the earth and you again, I have the ax planer and fruit trees, I can do my things again, Build up the stones and put the fruits in place. When the wind blows, you can see the large dancing yellow flowers. The sea moves because of you, and the tree bears fruit.We have an evening home, and after each evening, there are endless years.I can see your smooth helix in the wind, and your hair when the clouds are flying. I want to see every strand of your hair flying, and never go out, give lectures, or talk nonsense.This is our last parting, my hand holds you, the breath of my pasture fence blows you, the wind that shakes the figs; at home everything is taken for granted.The mountain outside the window emits soft light, and the clear painting is placed there.Yinger, we are happy when we live and watch;

It is a joy to see your dress dancing. This is what I pray to God, it is simply impossible.You came while we were alive. This is the last thing I prayed to the sky, and it was given to me. You came down from the sky and brought the dust of the world.I don't know you anymore, I caught you, shattered the dream, and finally found you. You are my wife, I say this with my life, you come off the platform, you spend a hundred days and nights alone, a thousand to me.July, I miss you. I wake up here, I don’t understand why it’s July again, I wake up in such an inexplicable room, the flowers have all fallen, and the poplar flowers have all drifted away.I met you in the sweeping garden of Beijing, I traveled so far, and traveled all over the world, to find you.Let's go now, where are we going?I don't understand what am I doing?How come this July?What do these things have to do with me?These typewriters, manuscripts, computers.What does a street have to do with me!These tinkling things.

July, I wish I could live in that July, die until that July, cut me open, and go back to that July.The mountain is full of green fruits, and Yinger agrees to come down from the platform.