Chapter 41 end

ghost movie again The car drove forward, and when the scenery on the island quickly disappeared, I seemed to gradually wake up from a dream.To be honest, I still don't quite believe this is a true story. The G I knew was a poet who, uncharacteristically, used simple words over and over that meant something else.No one knows where the illusion that attracted him came from. From the perspective of modern psychology, he is obviously suffering from a certain degree of psychological fixation.His mentality stayed at a certain point, and he never matured.He is like a withdrawn child who dislikes normal things, fears normal life, and is willing to fall into grotesque or lewd fantasies. He uses his abnormal imagination to ask his lover that he does not really want to live. A castle, or an ideal life higher than reality, burns a kind of unreasonable and unique madness in his heart.He designed his life for his own unique key, and he confused the secret code to distinguish himself from the world. Almost all his life's actions can be said to be perverse.You can hardly tell what he likes, he always tells you clearly that he refuses to obey.He is building a wall, and he speaks to himself, silently or aloud, even in his last words.It also contains this kind of decorative element, he stubbornly blocks himself and destroys himself.Amazingly, both he and C saw this fatality clearly.

In the last days and months, G seems to have calmed down.He explained this matter with practical interests and even resorted to morality, he wanted to put Yinger out of his own feelings.The scariest and weakest thing about him is that he is always unwilling to admit other people's emotions. He is afraid of contradicting himself, and in order to avoid this contradiction, he prefers to let it go. "A psychopath! He is a little pitiful." I have to feel sorry for him, because after all, he is a rare person I have met, a person with innate talent. As I thought about it, it seemed as if I was gradually stepping up to a place.I can look at this matter with certainty, because I also have to admit that in the past two days, I have been confused by those words of different lengths and different reasons, and various strange thoughts appear in my heart from time to time.In fact, this is all understandable. What is puzzling is not the strange relationship between G and Yinger, but the most normal C. The relationship between her and Yinger has always been friendly and delicate. What makes her treat this with normal emotions? unusual life.I really don't know how they walked around the island happily together, spending the day and night together.

When I returned the box to C, she was preparing the afternoon tea, placing the heavy plates on the tablecloth.I looked at her, and these stories seemed to leave no trace on her body like the wind blowing through the water.I glanced at her again, and she was indeed the lady I met in City B back then.At this time, I couldn't help but say to myself: I don't understand even more what happened to her. I also had to leave the island on the Fast Cat ferry.When I cut the ticket and looked back at the island from the deck of the ferry, a white car started slowly and turned around in the small square where the dock was parked. The direction I came from was heading deep into the island.Isn't that C's car?It must be Yinger who drove the car, she drove away before the ferry set sail.He didn't even move his hands.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered this scene.It seemed that it was Ying'er. She drove the car away before the boat started. I lay on the side of the boat and watched the pastures and hills gradually moving outside.I wonder what tiatia means in Maori. When the fast cat I took sailed out of the bay and sailed in the Pacific Ocean, small sails were dotted on the vast white sea.It is said that it is the annual New Zealand sailing competition around the island.But on this vast sea of ​​summer splendor, you can never tell whether their efforts are advancing or retreating, you only see them appearing and disappearing between the waves.

When I entered the cabin from the deck, my eyes were dark and I could hardly see anything. In that dim moment, I seemed to be back on the mountain road turning around Rocky Bay.I didn't go far, the bamboo was blooming on the side of the road, the green barriers in the opposite valley were undulating, and the unique flowers and trees were eye-catching red.At this moment G stopped and said to Yinger: From this point of view, our home looks better the further away it is.