Chapter 5 chapter Five

I was not sure that Ananda would be in Borones, although I had planned to go in that direction. I am looking for Ananda now, which is different from when I promised Sophie two days ago. At first, I was passive and helpless.But after talking to Sophie tonight, my passivity disappeared.There are too many doubts, and I am amused.I'd like to take a look at this gossip ecstasy formation, and see if Zhuge Liang, who is setting up the formation, is playing an empty city plan.This kind of harsh words should not be said by me: I am a writer, and I should have sympathy for human suffering, emotional agitation, and feelings.But I've always had an allergic reaction to romantics.Romance novelists, especially those who can be put on TV off-the-shelf, I can always hear them laughing all the way to the bank for huge royalties.

Suddenly, a line of words flashed on the screen: "The sound of thunder is like drums, and the rain falls into the night. The world becomes more affectionate. It reminds me of your tenderness." This is of course Mao Lin, but this seems to be the best line he has ever written in his life.It came at the right time, although I don't encourage him to become Wang Guozhen's second, it would be too spectacular.The words pressed by my fingers, "Please lead the way, I am on standby." "Go to Boronis, wear a lotus flower, and drink clean spring water. The key is in your hand, just like a saint who opened the smog of the Ganges River. Please go to the place to find the retired Colonel Singh."

"Please tell me the address of Colonel Singer. What is the relationship between the Colonel and Ananda?" Mao Lin finally stopped expressing his emotions.He is better than Sophie, he knows that what is false is not true, and what is true is not false. "Address not yet. Not sure about his role in the story. I'm looking further. Be there tomorrow." "Finish the story." "I really don't know. Go to sleep. Those who suffer from insomnia will have long nights, and those who are tired will have a long way to go." Another sour sentence came. "goodbye!"

"No contact, double clear!" I had to close the computer.I was not happy about his sudden change in tone at the end.It's not that the tone of his order is wrong, but that this person doesn't even have to blink his eyes from personal friendship to business affairs, which is too cruel! I didn't tell Sophie where I was going, and I wondered if I should tell her.I was in a mess.I should have had a better look at the Taj Mahal. "Pali Grammar Sutra" says: I myself am delusional, why should I desire the same deluded thing? At dawn, I was sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for the news.Last night I tipped the waiter in the hotel and told him to find a way to buy a train ticket to Boronis on any train, but he found out that the train I was on had never completed and was still parked. It is possible to go at any time the next morning, saying that the obstacles ahead will be eliminated.And my ticket is still valid: my seat is still available.I don't want to sit in a car that has been parked for a day, where the seasoning is already too complicated.But this bus has to catch up, and I don't know what will happen to the next bus.

For the tip, he went to inquire for the second time.He came back in a sweat and told me that the train was on time at five in the morning. He said he called a taxi for me and it would be there soon.I thanked him and stood at the door of the hotel, the streets were empty in the wee hours of the morning, and the taxis and tricycle rickshaws had not yet woken up.But the train station is not far, my luggage is light.I decided not to wait for the taxi to come and walk by myself. The white Taj Mahal is reflecting the reddish light and color of the sunrise, shining brightly in the misty morning fog.I hurried to the train station, followed the track, and saw the parked train in the distance.

I got on without a hitch and found my compartment.The two brothers fell into a deep sleep.The passengers in the car probably knew that the train would not be able to run, so most of them ran away and didn't return overnight, and they haven't come back yet.I was lucky.Boronis is not like going to Delhi in three and a half hours. The long-distance bus is unbearable, and it takes 12 hours to drive.If the train does not run, it will be unbearable to take a long-distance bus.It seems that Buddha is helping me. At 5:10 the train starts and whistles.I breathed a sigh of relief, looking back at the city of Agna, I could see a corner of the Taj Mahal.I apologize, before the divine beauty of the world: I neglected the symbol of love, because I had to deal with a love that was so much like love.

The sun gushed out, and the sky was bright in an instant, but the rays of light had withered. The train travels on the Ganges plain.From time to time, low houses, lone monks, pagodas and temples can be seen hidden in the ancient trees, and the lines of distant hills are evenly drawn between the Ganges River and the deep blue sky.I sat in front of the car window, the river widened, there were no boats, it was very quiet, the sun was transparent, and the river water was very colorful. I saw Sophie and Ananda swimming naked in the water. Their bodies were more beautiful and moving than under the moonlight. Her hair was scattered and closed in the water. The splashes of water splashed by my hands and legs were shining brightly, like two eagles flying with spread wings, and the sound waves passed through the car glass and rang in my ears.She jumped up from the water, with broad shoulders and big hips, and a small waist. The part below the waist is the pear-shaped beauty that is popular in Paris.The breasts are a little sagging, but they are young and beautiful like a girl, who knows how to jump up and down, and her legs are slender. It can be seen that this woman is very ripe and very lively.She stepped on the water, approached him and kissed him, her soft cry was a mantra, which made him unable to stop, the water droplets rolled down her cheeks, rolled on his bronze-colored strong shoulders, and gently slid down his back and buttocks, he There is a red mole on the strong buttocks.It hurt my eyes so much, and I felt a sour feeling in my heart, and I was actually jealous.

I was startled, and when I took a closer look, the Ganges River was still the Ganges River, not Lamma Island, and there was no Sophie and Ananda. But the love I saw on the ancient Ganges is still very beautiful when I think about it.The more inconspicuous and contradictory Sophie is, the more interested I am.I met Sophie in 1995. According to what she said yesterday, it had been a year since I broke up with Ananda at that time, that is, in the autumn of 1994, I never saw each other again.Then how could she introduce Ananda to me?I proudly declined her introduction and gave her a step down, otherwise she would reveal her secrets early.

But then again: she loves Ananda very much, and Ananda may not love her too.Although this is not certain, Sophie's love is real, otherwise it would not affect me, and it would directly destroy the ice-like wound in my heart. Through this wound, I can see her wound. Although it is the tip of the iceberg, I can see her wound. up. Indian songs were playing in the carriage, which was lingering and warm as usual.Love is the same all over the world.I took out my diary and turned to January 20th.Write down the itinerary of these two days in a concise and detailed manner, and finally resist the itching of my hands, not to write down my opinions.But the honking of the train made me uneasy, and I thought I should recall all the things Sophie told me about her relationship with Ananda: not those things of real significance, those things had been written solemnly long ago .What I remember now are those unrefined men and women, trivial, upside-down narration.At that time, I thought it was useless to be trivial, and it would be no harm to write novels in the future.Now I think maybe I should clean up what I know about these two guys.

They first met at a party at a movie actor's house.Because she knew that Ananda would go, she rushed there on purpose.It was Sophie's first trip to Beijing, so she got lost and went late.She shook Ananda's hand, hoping to give him an interview.Ananda said he didn't have time, and he was going to the hospital to see a friend right away.She insisted that she didn't have much time either. Sophie's pride made him change his mind, and he rode the bike, she on the back seat.In winter nights in Beijing, the hutongs were dark, and the snow on the ground was too slippery. She accidentally bumped into a wall, and she fell to the ground.When she got into his car again, she hugged his waist. Well, she would never bump into a wall again, and he could dexterously avoid people when she met them.She was in her early twenties that year, with high eyebrows, deep black eyes, and every part of her face was golden section. She was tall and wore a red coat with curly hair, and she wore a blue, green and purple vertical pure wool scarf. black hat.

"What kind of Hong Kong reporter are you? You are the only peerless beauty!" He said to her that night. The Huajiadi Hospital has fences that are higher than people, a large piece of wasteland, and barbed wire adjacent to the small restaurant.The snow in Beijing has not melted in Huajiadi, even the ground is thick with ice, and the night is glowing white.In the hospital was his ex-girlfriend, she only found out later.One night he was home alone, sitting in front of the mirror and playing the guitar.She pushed the door open and approached without disturbing him.Of course he saw it in the mirror, but continued to pluck the strings.She stood behind him and said, "You don't love me, I flew from Hong Kong to see you, and you don't want to treat me better." She saw her face in the mirror, his face and the cello.He pretended not to hear her words, and continued to play the violin.Brightly lit, it's like a wilderness under the Northern Lights.But when she turned around and walked out, she heard Ananda knelt down with a "boom" and hugged her legs, tears streaming down his face. She said, "A real man doesn't shed tears lightly," and she knelt down as well.Two people enjoy the presumptuousness of crying to each other, and enjoy the combination of heaven and earth.He said: "You are not a peerless beauty, you are a devil who collects souls!" Sophie understood that Ananda meant that he would not have affairs with other women.This kind of confession made her feel uneasy: the more she loved Ananda, the more she felt that it was dangerous to be monopolized: this man is too active, and few women don't like him.If he doesn't refuse, it's hard for a woman to refuse him.Sophie felt that being too faithful to their love would put too much psychological pressure on him.But it is true that Ananda did not pay any attention to any women after that. I think Sophie saw Ananda again in the fall of that year, 1994.She suddenly received a call asking her to stay in a hotel in Central—he came to Hong Kong again.She was late, and after entering the room, he wanted to have sex with her, she did, and after she finished, she complained that Ananda hadn't been seen for more than half a year, and abandoned her.Since he abandoned her, why did he want to see her again?The two quarreled again, he scolded her, and she cried.He was angry, and he smashed whatever his hands touched. He was violent and nervous, and he completely changed himself. She put on her clothes and ran away. After that, Sophie waited sadly at home for a call, but she couldn't wait. In fact, Sophie also knew that he had been living in her villa on Lamma Island.But without his phone, she dared not go.Until one night he called her again to tell her that it was time to leave Hong Kong.She arrived on the island in the afternoon of the second day. She brought a camera and said to him with a smile, let's be a model for the last time.He looked at her and said it was an honor. When they came to the beach, she held up the camera and clicked to take pictures.Her eyes were full of tears, she was afraid that if she moved, her makeup would be stained, it would not look good, she didn't want to see herself like this, so she had to stop.It would be nice if there was a handkerchief.He handed over the handkerchief, knowing what she was thinking.She didn't pick it up, and wiped it with her hands, preferring to let her face be dazzled, and continued to shoot.The parting ignited the depressive atmosphere of that night, and she and he couldn't control themselves anymore, fell into the sea, tore off their clothes, broke free from all restraints, and made love in the sea frantically.I think this was the only time they had sex in the sea, but Sophie remembered that it had happened many times. What starts off so well ends so badly it couldn't be worse.After the two of Lamma Island parted, she gritted her teeth and stopped looking for him altogether, hardened her heart and cut off contact with him completely.She needs to do many things, and he also needs to do many things, and they must go their separate ways.If Sophie thinks that it has been seven years, it is seven years: in terms of time, there is not much difference between three hundred and fifty days and thousands or hundreds of days. She had no news of him at all, and she didn't know where he was. She had inquired, but there was still no sign of him, so she gave up.I think maybe after a year or two, or four or five years, we will have contact, we will meet, we will be together again, and the reconciliation is better than before.Who knows that the world is changing, and the kite is broken, and the string is not in my hand. She undressed herself slowly, listening to his songs over and over again, thinking it was him entering her body.But how could her hand be his hand?She was anxious and hated.Is it okay to live without a man for a year?Okay, even ten years, she swore she would never need any man again.Who could love her more than Ananda?The sea water soaking through Ananda's body not only changed from salty to bitter, but also gave off a smell of dead fish, and she would vomit when she smelled it. I remember that Sophie once wrote a line in my notebook: "The two crows are tall and the other is low. If they need lights, they have to light their wings." I'm starting to understand the words, one's wings are going to be set on fire, and maybe both of them will be set ablaze.What is she trying to say?I'm starting to get a little scared of the outcome of this trip. I hardly closed my eyes all night, I forced myself, you must sleep, two or three hours is fine.Repeatedly like chanting a mantra, it really worked, and fell asleep.But within an hour, I woke up with my eyes wide open.