Chapter 9 Farewell Vivian (9)

Eight Hi.She smiles at him.You seem to have disappeared for a long time. I killed a man.He said.I am ready to run away.Come with me. He looks at her.Her brown mole gleamed charmingly in the twilight.There was always a calm expression on her face.She was the most unflappable girl he had ever met.He should have known that such a girl must have had unusual experiences. Her eyes looked at him with a half-smile.If so, I should report you. Some gloomy blood flowed slowly through his heart. He said, don't lie to me.tell me.that man. She looked up quickly.Her eyes looked at him calmly. She said, what do you want to know.She looked at him calmly.It never occurred to me to deceive you.If you want to know.I can tell you.I have been living with that man for 3 years.He will never get divorced.

But he helped me maintain the material life I wanted. Why can't you yourself.You have a job and a mind of your own. Do you think I am qualified to earn a living.She sneered.I have nothing.I just want to live like this.Don't want to be poor.I don't want to die either. He looks at her.Everything is fine, he told himself.Yes.There can be enough reasons in this world to give us a desire for life.Don't want to be poor.don't want to die.It's just that he feels disappointed in his heart. Just disappointed. Why are you with me.He said.He looked at the girl who would silently drink coffee with him.Think of the details of gently stroking her white fingers.He wondered if they had loved.

Because you came to say hello to me that day.She smiled lightly.I never say no to what life throws at me.Not to mention, you are such a handsome and healthy young man. This game could have been played forever.Warm and mysterious, continuing in the dull and boring life.But he exposed the truth.She is also a dark woman. All right.I'll go first.she says.She stroked his face lightly.Lin, you are the loneliest coffee man at the end of the century.The world doesn't have your dreams.And there is nowhere for you to hide.The silver bracelet on her wrist slipped down her arm.Revealing a row of messy red scars on the wrist.It is the mark left by the deep burn of the cigarette butt.Terrible.She saw his surprised eyes.she says.I've done drugs before.The tattoos are still there.

I really don't know you.He said.Never got to know you. But why should you know.she laughs.We are always alone.Just need company.There is no need to fall in love.He didn't come home, and he didn't eat dinner.He walked into the nearest Internet cafe.He just wanted to wait for Wei An.Suddenly he had a deep fear.I'm afraid Wei'an will disappear like IIAN.She is the warmest comfort in his life. He has been waiting for her. 7 o'clock, 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock, 10 o'clock.He waited for that familiar name in IRC. But she never showed up. With sore eyes open, he asked the owner of the Internet cafe for coffee.He said, is there any record of Paganini?I want to hear that love scene.The young boss said no.Only music from U2 and CURE.He didn't say anything more.He sat down in front of the computer again.He only typed one line there, Wei An, come here.Someone opened his window.You're an unlucky fellow, and you're in love with her.Someone opened his window and told him, your waiting is destined to be in vain.

There seemed to be rain outside.He was there facing the computer.His mind went blank.Those nights I used to spend with Vivian.He told her about his childhood.his first love.His broken family.All the darkness and light within him.No one will understand him as well as she does.But he didn't even know if she was really a girl. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and the boss came to remind him that the door was about to close.He didn't bring his cell phone.He said, what is the public phone number outside the door.The boss told him.Before he quit IRC, he made a solemn request to the people there.Please tell the girl I'm waiting to call me.I will always wait for her.Always.He typed the number and her name on it. IIAN.But I call her Vivian.

The sky was a dark blue with large piles of gray clouds.When he walked out of the Internet cafe, he breathed in the cold and fresh air of early autumn.Big, cold raindrops hit his face.He walked to a small shop that was open 24 hours nearby.Bought a pack of cigarettes and 8 cans of beer.Then he walked into the public phone booth.He waited there alone. Occasionally, a car passed quickly on the road.But there are almost no pedestrians.Only the yellow leaves of the sycamore tree fell in large swaths in the wind.He smokes.drink beer.He felt this feeling of waiting was warm.Just like the comfort Wei An once brought him.At least he doesn't feel alone.Even he longed to continue.Two hours passed.The sky was beginning to turn pale.He leaned his face against the glass.He cried.Then suddenly the phone rang.