Chapter 8 Why do girls cry.1

Ru Ping wanted to go somewhere that night, but when he was about to go out, a girl named Shi Fei was already standing in the dark doorway. After putting on his windbreaker, he opened the door and saw a strange girl standing facing him, holding an umbrella with a shiny little gold leaf hanging on the umbrella handle. "Hi," she said. "Who are you?" Ru Ping turned on the light in the doorway, he didn't recognize the girl in front of him. "I'm Sphy." She swung the umbrella back and forth, and many drops of water fell.It rained that night, and Ru Ping never heard the sound of rain outside.Later, when he recalled Sphye, he always saw a kind of virtual rain scene flickering. "Are you looking for me?" "Not necessarily. It's raining outside."

"Do you know me?" "What's so great about you, why do I have to know you?" She looked back at the street in the rain and said, "It's raining heavily, and my woolen skirt is getting wet." "I see You want to hide from the rain, why don't you just say it?" Ru Ping let Shi Fei into the room, he looked at the girl, "You really never knew me?" "No, once I walked by here and heard someone play Singing with the guitar, I leaned over the window and watched for a while. You played the guitar very chicly. I also saw a girl with long hair. She also sang along with you, but her voice was ugly, quacking like a duck. "She's my girlfriend. She's really like a duck. And you're like a drowned chick. Poor you all."

"Do I look embarrassed?" Shi Fei touched her wet hair, she took out a small mirror from her pocket to look at it, and said, "I'm not here to be your girlfriend." "It doesn't matter. "Ruping noticed that Shi Fei was a beautiful and youthful girl, belonging to his favorite type.He snapped his fingers to calm himself down enough.At this time, he heard that the rain outside was already falling heavily, and the metal pipes on the wall made a hollow sound of running water.Ru Ping said: "I like rainy nights like this, how about you?" Shi Fei broke into my house on Fenglin Road on a rainy night.There are few maple trees planted on both sides of Fenglin Road, and more of them are sycamores.It was an autumn rainy night five years ago, the rain beat on the apricot-yellow maple and sycamore leaves, and the puddles on the road were slightly blue, reflecting the sky and the shapes of the branches.The rain and fog were evenly diffused, and some pedestrians wearing raincoats and umbrellas walked or cycled through Fenglin Road and passed my window.The light filtered by the beige resin lampshade is very weak, and Ru Ping's simple furniture, including a bunch of carnations in a glass bottle, shows a quiet and elegant color under the light halo.In the sound of the pattering rain, he had a long talk with the strange girl Shi Fei.He couldn't forget the moist and gentle atmosphere like water.I remember Shi Fei's black and red plaid skirt.Sitting on a chair, she pressed her skirt down and stretched it to the sides from time to time.Sometimes she holds up a finger and holds it in front of her eyes.He found many human faces, many eyes, noses, mouths and ears drawn with ballpoint pen on her fingers.

"Who is that on your finger?" "My parents, my brother, and my friends, whoever loves me, I will draw him on my finger." "If there are too many people who love you, what if there are not enough fingers?" "Then paint on your toes." She giggled, then waved her hand suddenly and said, "No, you can't paint on your toes, and no one can see it." "You look very happy, you are the flower of the motherland." "Really?" She shrugged.Ru Ping felt that this kind of action was imitated from American movies, but Shi Fei's imitation did not displease him.Shi Fei said: "I like rain the most. Rainy nights are especially romantic and make people very sad." "Your word is wrong. It should be said that rainy nights make people very sad." , You misheard yourself. Do you have otitis media?" "Well, I misheard. I have otitis media." Ru Ping said, "Hey, how old are you?" "How old are you?" Shi Fei Repeated, snorting contemptuously, "That's a most vulgar question. How much am I bothering you?"

"Don't talk if you don't want to." Ru Ping said, "What should we drink? Tea or coffee?" "Coffee, of course. Drinking tea makes people age." "I've never heard of it." "I don't want sugar. I hate others to put sugar indiscriminately on me. Only wood turtles put sugar in coffee." "This is terrible." Ru Ping was adding sugar to the cup, he thought for a while Said, "I'm just a wood turtle." "No," Shi Fei stretched out her left index finger and brought it to Ruping, she said, "You are like him, you are like a tiger. You are a person who pretends to be deep. But , you are not a bad guy. Bad guys have small ears, but yours are quite big." What Ru Ping saw was the girl's slender and ruddy fingers, and what surprised him was that the face and expression of the person on the fingers were really similar to his Surprisingly similar.Ru Ping thought this was purely a coincidence.He does not think that Shi Fei has good art skills and discerning ability because of this.He thinks she is a naive and ridiculous girl who doesn't understand anything.When Shi Fei said goodbye to Ru Ping, the rain had already stopped.Ru Ping sent her on the road.The dim streetlights illuminated the girl's thin shoulders and flat chest, making her look like a moving doll.Ru Ping has a strange feeling of compassion.He tried to hold the girl's hand, but was pushed away.So they walked side by side through the street after the rain, the air was humid and filled with the smell of rotting leaves, and the ancient buildings on Fenglin Road were glowing with a vague white light.There is a night bus passing Fenglin Road slowly, heading towards the suburbs.At this moment, Shi Fei started to run, and stopped in front of a pool of stagnant water.She lifted her wellies and stepped on the water, giggling as she did so.

"Hey, you go back. I want to walk home alone." "When will you come again?" "Come if you want, and don't come if you don't want to." "Tell me your address, and I'll find you." "Hate, I hate people asking for my address." Ru Ping watched Shi Fei trot all the way carrying her long skirt, her slender figure gradually receding.The wind blows the last raindrops off the trees, and the maple forest road is silent.In the silence of the rainy night, Ru Ping heard a faint mass. Looking around, there was no church nearby. He suspected that the solemn and holy voice came from the depths of the sky.It was not until many years later that Ru Ping comprehended the faintly visible Mass on that rainy night. He saw a pale and delicate hand reaching out to him, asking him for help in the name of God.But everything is ignored.When Ru Ping first arrived in this city on the plain, he was full of dreams of heroes and art.He works in a college that gives out scholarships to students or calls them up for political studies and so on.At that time, he was living in poverty, and sometimes he had no money to buy a meal ticket, so he took a bowl and spoon to make food in the students' bowls.When he was paid, he took part in all kinds of gambling popular in the dormitories.Ru Ping always loses. Once he lost his leather shoes, and he could only wear a pair of slippers when he went to work.This made his boss very unhappy. The boss pointed to Ru Ping's feet and said, you should pay attention to the influence.Ru Ping said, I don't have any money, how about you lend me the money to buy a pair of leather shoes?

The slipper problem sharply deteriorated the relationship between Ru Ping and the hospital, and also put Ru Ping in a bad mood. He quickly left the dormitory and rented a hut on Fenglin Road.In this way, Ruping's life became even more impoverished.In the days when he lived alone on Fenglin Road, besides his artistic dream, what supported Ru Ping's spirit was the many girls he met later.There are many, many girls in the world. Every weekend, Ru Ping rides a bicycle and roams the unfamiliar streets of the city.Sometimes he stopped the car and went into a secluded café.He asked for a cup of coffee and a plate of cake, and sat by the window, sipping coffee that was as light as syrup while watching the street scene, from noon to early nightfall.Ru Ping's mind is so confused that sometimes it is difficult for him to explain the meaning of his actions.What do I want to do?I have no idea.Kuzuo Café looks strange and ridiculous in the huge China.Sometimes he wrote the title of a novel or a short poem on the few notes he had.The waitresses smiled secretly at Ru Ping and whispered to each other.Ru Ping knew his image in the eyes of others.He doesn't care.But he couldn't control his inexplicable sadness.Every time he walks into the cafe, Ru Ping always envisions a movie about love. In the calm evening of the cafe, an old-fashioned record player plays a simple and moving love song. Candlelight flickers on the walls. There are red roses or pink flowers on the table.he walked in.And so the movie begins.Both the picture and the characters must be beautiful.Grace is life to him.

It was a very cold day, with a bitter north wind howling outside the window.Ru Ping saw the door of the cafe was slammed open, and three girls entered in a chaotic manner.They were dressed smartly and thinly, stamped their feet, and breathed heavily.Ru Ping thought, since they are afraid of the cold, why don't they wear more clothes?The three girls shoved and looked around, and then walked straight towards Ru Ping.He heard a girl giggling and saying, Look, there's a fisherman over there.Ru Ping couldn't help laughing.He knew another meaning of fishing in this city, specifically referring to those who seduce the opposite sex in public.

"Can I sit here?" "Sit whatever you want. It's not my chair." They took the vacant seats next to him.Arranged in order of height, they are Ji Li, Shangguan Hongshan and Xiaoman.Of course, Ru Ping found out later.Ru Ping saw Ji Li take out a pack of Moore cigarettes from the pocket of her denim jacket, and smoked one skillfully in her mouth.Then she turned her face sideways, smiled and said to Ru Ping, "Do you fish, sir?" "What do you mean? I didn't bring a fishing rod." "Mr. is quite humorous." She winked at her two companions, "How do you get hooked without a fishing rod?" "Touch it with your hands." Ru Ping thought about it and said seriously.

He saw Ji Li and Xiao Man giggling in satisfaction.Shangguan Sequoia didn't smile.She was always looking out of the window, and her face was beautifully contoured, giving off a jade-colored luster under the very weak light.This is Shangguan Sequoia's first impression on Ru Ping.Ru Ping thought it was rare for a street girl to be so beautiful. "No, he's not a fisherman." Xiaoman looked at Ru Ping, and spat out an olive pit from her mouth. She said to Ji Li, "He's just trying to put on airs here. He's a Chinese-American, a Vietnamese overseas Chinese. I just glanced at him. You can see it."

"What kind of cigarette are you smoking?" Ji Li picked up Ru Ping's cigarette and flipped it twice, "What kind of broken cigarette is this? It seems that you are not qualified to buy us a drink." "Do you think I want to catch you?" What kind of fish are you? Big-headed silver carp, two yuan a catty." "It's better to speak politely to the lady." Ji Li said and slapped the waitress.She smiled at Ru Ping, "It's okay, you just have an empty bag. Let me buy you a drink." When the waitress brought the coffee, Shangguan Hongshan slowly turned her face.She was sitting opposite Ru Ping.She looked directly at Ru Ping's face, her eyes were loose, and a lock of long hair hung down her cheek.Ru Ping felt the girl's knees under the table softly hit him once, twice, and then stopped moving.He heard the girl sigh inexplicably.In the cafe, Ru Ping met three girls. In the illusion, Ru Ping saw an old-fashioned record player spinning, and an old and sentimental love song came slowly.The movie about love in his imagination seems to have the original scene. "Hey, can you dance?" "A little bit." "How much is a little bit? Can you do tango? Can you play rumba?" "A little bit." "Don't be humble. Modesty makes people lag behind, pride makes people improve."" I never knew what it was like to be humble. I can only say that I know how many dances there are in the world, do you know?" "I don't know. How many kinds did you say?" "I don't know either." Ru Ping looked at the girls and giggled.He thought it would be good for the body and mind to make girls crazy when they were bored.He noticed that Shangguan Hongshan's expression was still the same, he thought she might be an exception, some people don't like to laugh by nature, he is like that. "Come and dance with us at the Asia Hotel. You don't have to worry about money." Xiao Man turned her head and patted Ji Li on the shoulder, "Ji Li pays the bill. Ji Li is a rich man. Her husband sends her US dollars every month in Hong Kong Send Hong Kong dollars. Ji Li likes to dance face-to-face with a little boy like you." "Bage, huh, huh, huh," Ji Li yelled strangely, raised her boots and kicked Xiao Man, and the two girls wrestled .A coffee mug slams to the floor and shatters into pieces.The waitress rushed to hear the sound and said, lose money.Ji Li let go of her hand and glanced at the waitress disdainfully. She bent down and took out a ten-dollar exchange coupon from her leather boots and slapped it on the table: "Is that enough?" Then she said to her companions, let's go, Go dancing in Asia.Staying in such a bad place for a long time is not good for your health. Shangguan Hongshan stood up and tied the white silk scarf. She stared at Lu Ping for a few seconds and said, "Come on. It's better to have something to do than nothing to do." Ru Ping seems to have heard some kind of mysterious call.Shangguan Sequoia's innate femininity easily makes him go away, just like leaves go with the wind, it's a natural thing.Now he recalled the scene of dancing with Shangguan Sequoia for the first time, and he still felt dizzy.He saw the girl's long hair fluttering in the lights of the ballroom, and there was a strange fragrance in her hair.They weave a sweet dream, rustling like rain.Ru Ping was immersed in it, and everything was dyed with gentle and beautiful colors. "You seem to be here for the first time. Although you are pretending to be calm, you seem to have seen the big world." "I am a countryman. I am almost scared by the style here." "Self-deprecating is a good way to cover up A lot of things." "I don't like this kind of place, it's full of money and luxury. There are tens of millions of working people in the world who are suffering, but we squander and enjoy ourselves here." "This view is hypocritical. Everyone Both crave money and pleasure. Discriminate against them only if they don't have them. Most of these people are hypocrites." "You speak bluntly. You are a pragmatist." "And you? Are you an idealist or a hypocrite?" "I'm nothing. I don't have a mark. But I have many dreams. I want to be a navigator, I want to be a wandering singer, I want to be a green forest hero, I want to drive a corpse truck in a crematorium, but I don't succeed. Now I am a professional Writer." "How many books have you written?" "Not a single one. I'm ashamed to say it. Because I never finish a book, I only write the beginning, and there's nothing after that." "Then you are a smart person. I never read books. Books are deceptive things. I don't read because I don't want to be deceived. In fact, I can teach those writers how to live instead." "Please don't slander us. Be careful I put you In the novel, I will write you as a tragic character, pretentious, bohemian, and finally died a tragic death." "How did you die? Tell me and let me hear." "However you want to die, I can write that you died of drug addiction, love and death, or just hit a wheel. This is the simplest and most natural." "Don't do these boring things. Are you poor? I can introduce you to business. Earning one a month is the minimum." "How much is one piece?" "One thousand. You don't understand this? You pretend to be garlic." "Not bad, maybe you can try." "I'll introduce you to some bosses. They are banks. If you poke them with your hands, they will fall out. At that time, we will get a 30% profit. You will get 70% and I will get 30%. For you Offer." "Since the money is easy to make, why don't you do it yourself?" "I just want to play, I don't want to do anything." "Other than that, what other hobbies do you have?" "I have a hobby, I can't tell you, it will scare you a lot." Shangguan Hongshan smiled, and there was a slight blush on her face, which made her look healthy and cute.Her lips were pursed moistly, and she moved close to Ru Ping's ear.Ru Ping clearly heard a vulgar and unrefined phrase, and he was really taken aback.He had never met a girl who was as forthright as Shangguan.Everything changed quietly and ambiguously because of this.He looked at the girl in bewilderment, her face was full of traces of youth and beauty.Her eyes were tender and burning now.He felt the girl's two arms, like soft ropes binding his body.The suffocating darkness of lust is boundless.Floating or falling are equally swift and poetic.Later, Ru Ping and Shangguan Hongshan almost finished dancing the rest of the dance music.He heard Xiaoman's fussy laughter and Jili's malicious teasing.He also heard a sound like fine sand collapsing, the sound was continuous, no doubt it came from hallucinations, from the depths of his consciousness. "Hold tighter," the girl said. "Tighter," the girl said. It is a night in December.At midnight, Ru Ping returned to his hut on Fenglin Road with Shangguan Hongshan.The door was pushed open, and Ru Ping actually heard the movie music in his fantasy.A nostalgic and sentimental love song echoes in the dark.They often call Ruping.Ru Ping didn't have a personal phone number, so he told them the school's phone number, and they remembered it right away.Ru Ping had to run back and forth from the first floor to the third floor to answer those meaningless calls.Sometimes they curse the street, sometimes they talk about fashion and TV series, and sometimes they don't say anything but laugh wildly into the microphone.Frequent phone calls from girls caused Ru Ping to provoke other people's dissatisfaction.His superiors often look at Ru Ping with disgust.He said that in the future, personal calls should not be made to the office, which will affect work and waste national electricity.Ru Ping explained that they were mainly bored.The boss snorted, really bored.Ru Ping said that life is really boring sometimes.It's not boring to chat casually.Boring means having nothing to talk about.It's much better to talk about something.The boss said, are you in a bad mood?Ru Ping said that there is one point, mainly concerned about the country and the people, of course there are also some personal problems.The boss said, I think you have a brain problem.Ru Ping laughed silently.'I've got problems all over me and I'm trying to figure out how to fix them,' he said.On some sunny mornings, Ru Pingku was sitting in his office copying the distribution form of student bursaries or the annual summary, and he saw the arrow of time slipping past the holly bushes outside the window.The years passed like this.Ru Ping listened to his phone ringing.But he found that many of his calls were hung up on purpose by colleagues.Those people who received his calls answered that he was not there, and then hung up.Sometimes Ru Ping stood by the telephone, and the colleague who answered the phone dared to say that he was not there, he was not there.These injustices over the phone were later confirmed one by one, and Ru Ping had mixed feelings, wanting to cry but not crying.He didn't know what was wrong and who was wrong.It couldn't have been more clear, he was despised, he was denied the use of a telephone.Anger made Ru Ping pale, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.When the staff gathered in the conference room to study politics on Wednesday, Ru Ping stood up from his seat, slowly raised his hand and turned on the electric fan switch on the wall.The large ceiling fan whirled and spun immediately, and Ru Ping looked back at a group of people whose hair, scarves and gloves were blown up.They were dumbfounded and panicked at the sudden onslaught.Ru Ping was very happy, and he clapped his hands like a child.Ru Ping calmly walked out of the meeting room and went into the toilet.He turned on the tap to wash his hands, his hands were icy cold.Ru Ping thinks that the wind and water in winter can make people sober. These people in this world are dazzled by vulgar victories. It is a simple and feasible way to deal with them with cold wind or cold water.Ru Ping turned on all the faucets and watched the water overflow the pool and flow all over the floor. Then he walked out of the toilet and locked the toilet door with a padlock.The next day Ru Ping told Shangguan Sequoia about his prank.Shangguan Sequoia laughed out loud for the first time, shaking his head back and forth.Ru Ping said, don't laugh, I'm actually not happy at all.This way I can no longer hang out in the academy.Maybe I'm being too childish.Shangguan Sequoia said, it doesn't matter, what you have done has made people all over the country feel proud.If you can’t hang out there, find another place. Go to Kangke. Huan Xingsi ぃ  flattery mother  what family lie  3  Shun Yuan Gu  y y Crop the food and help the paralyzed Ⅲ? This winter Ru Ping left the academy.He remembered getting one last phone call while he was packing drawers.It was Sphy.She asked him to help find a job.She thinks he has a wide range of contacts and must have a way.Shi Fei didn't know about Ru Ping's recent situation, let alone that Ru Ping had just lost his job. "What kind of job do you want?" Ru Ping asked. "Secretary typist or something," she said, "Do you have a way in a TV station? Or a newspaper office or a library. It needs to be a more elegant job." "Is it okay to clean the toilet? There is a flood here, and we need a cleaner." "I don't have time to listen to your humor." She said, "I graduated from TV University, and I don't have a suitable job. I am too distressed." "Done Work is more troublesome, it is better to do nothing, eat at home, sleep and watch TV, there is no trouble at all.” "You are disgusting. I don't talk to you anymore, bah!" She probably spat into the microphone.The phone snapped off. Shi Fei had already changed when she came to Fenglin Road again.She sat on Ru Ping's bed, without saying a word, immersed herself in playing the guitar, making some monotonous and harsh noises.He noticed that her hair had been recently permed and that it was densely covered with curls.Sophie looked a little old, or like a young housewife.But Ru Ping couldn't bear to say his opinion, because Shi Fei was obviously proud of her hair. "The tiger is outside." She said suddenly, "He is waiting for me outside. " "Who is the tiger?" "" My boyfriend.He always follows me, he goes wherever I go, he is like a follower. " "Why don't you let him in?"Forgive him for not biting. " "He doesn't want to." She pursed her lips and said reservedly, "I don't want to either, because love should be kept secret." Ru Ping opened the curtain and saw a tall, thin boy in a leather jacket standing under a tree Get down and stomp your feet to keep warm.His collar was standing up, his hair was long and messy, and the cigarette in his hand flickered on and off.Ru Ping thinks he looks like a lovelorn in a typical movie. "Have you found a job yet?" "Yes. Foundation for the Disabled. Archivist. It's been a hard job to find." She sighed with feigned resentment. "Now I'm on my own." "Good work. Remember, don't offend your boss, don't make too many phone calls, don't talk too much, turn on the water more, sweep the floor more, and wipe the table more. This is my experience." "Stop talking about it, it's annoying, I'm looking for you to discuss business .I want to brag to the tiger. He is too shallow and has no education at all. He only knows how to chase girls, and he even fights with people. I want to brag, but he said he wants to brag and I am popular. What does it mean to be red?" "Kill you. Use a dagger or a kitchen knife, or a fruit knife." "Oh my god!" She hugged her face and cried, "Don't scare me. What do you think I should do?" Don’t play it if you’re afraid of death, play it if you’re not afraid of death.” “It’s disgusting. You’re gloating when someone dies of pain.” She struck hard, and a thin string of the guitar snapped.She pulled that string off and wrapped it around her fingers, "He loves me so much. He said he fell in love with me when I was in kindergarten. I believe he's going to kill me because love is Crazy." "Liar." Ru Ping said. "Who are you calling a liar?" She struck the guitar again. "You broke the strings of my guitar." Lu Ping snatched his guitar. "Love is such a terrible trap." She sighed again, and said, "I have nightmares every day, dreaming about who is chasing me, some are tigers, some are Mr. Du Qiu, some are righteous heroes Zorro, They were all wearing cloaks and carrying murder weapons. It was a mess. I dreamed of you once, and you came and pulled my feet and pulled me down a cliff." "This is the delusion of persecution, also known as teenage girl syndrome Don't be afraid, it's just a dream." Shi Fei lowered her head.Her slender legs lifted off the ground.She was wearing red cotton leather shoes, her red toes came together, and she tapped twice.She raised her eyes to the ceiling and said, "Hey, who can relieve my pain?" "Don't be too painful. Marx said that love is just a passing cloud, and one should devote oneself to the revolution." "It seems that I can only Endure the fiddling of fate." Shi Fei suddenly sobbed softly.Her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and she put her hands on her lips.Ru Ping watched Shi Fei's tear actually condensed on his cheek, and he thought that no matter what the reason was for a girl's sobbing, there was a certain beauty in it. "That rainy night was really beautiful." Shi Fei said back when she walked out of Ruping's hut. "Every rainy night is beautiful. You don't want to die." Ru Ping leaned against the door and shouted to the girl.He watched as the girl joined hands with the boy under the tree and disappeared on Fenglin Road.At this time, he suddenly remembered that Shi Fei's umbrella had been forgotten again.Put the umbrella behind the door.Small and exquisite.The surface of the umbrella is beautiful flowered cloth, and a shiny gold leaf hangs on the handle. Ru Ping thinks this umbrella is delicate and ingenious, but its owner is a simple-minded and silly girl.Residents of Fenglin Road often saw a beautiful girl walking out of Ruping's house in the morning.She walked against the wall, sometimes brushing her hair with a comb as she walked.They knew the relationship between the girl and Ru Ping. Some people knew her name and said that it was Shangguan Hongshan, the little pheasant who was expelled from the foreign language school.