Chapter 13 Moon Tang 1(1)

Moon Tang 1(1) Shigemitsu met Qingyou for the first time in August. In July, she returned home to Beijing from Guizhou to finish an educational project organized by a non-profit organization.They brought some English-translated encyclopedia knowledge books for students and distributed them to the Miao primary school on the mountain.She stayed there for three months.She usually does voluntary work in the foundation, translating books for children, and going to rural villages to substitute for teachers.She reads the Bible and Buddhist scriptures, but she doesn't consider herself a person of definite faith yet.

On the first day back, Shigemitsu dealt with many things.There are always trivial details in life, which need to consume energy and have to be done.The post office is urging to collect the remittance package, the refrigerator is still full, and three meals a day have to be settled. Once I have to cook, I have to go to the market to buy vegetables and pack the dishes. There will be endless troubles.There are too many distractions, the Internet, books, newspapers, and other miscellaneous things, so the mind loses clarity.Shigemitsu treated everything patiently, brought back the cat from his friends, cleaned the house, washed and dried clothes, cleaned up the kitchen, made lunch, and picked up the trash.Then go out and go to two post offices to pick up things.

Her home is like a warehouse, with a lot of wine bottles lined up on top of the cupboard, and the empty ones are lined up together. When guests come to eat, she lets them choose by themselves.The room is full of things.Books, CDs, clothes, cigarettes, cups... everywhere.China and glass bottles piled up in the kitchen.All fetishists have a low temperature for people in their hearts.She regularly cleans the house and sorts out the miscellaneous items. Some of them are not old, but they are just given to friends when they don’t like them.She has given away old books, videos, jewelry, camphor wood boxes, mulberry silk dresses worn once, and perfumes that have never been opened.Some old things are crumpled up in a piece of yellowed newspaper and handed out to others, saying, here you are.It seems that there is no nostalgia for them.

The water was cut off for no reason at night. She was too tired to call the property manager. She washed her face and brushed her teeth with mineral water, and fell asleep quickly.In the middle of the night, the water came back up, and the unturned faucet was rattling in the bathtub, so she got up to turn off the faucet.At this time, it was found that there was heavy rain and lightning outside the window.The big cat curled up on her bed and refused to leave.Shigemitsu closed the window and continued to sleep. For some reason, he thought of the road in Guizhou, the large green rice fields and blue mountains outside the window, amidst the silence and hustle and bustle along the way, an unusually clear train of thought stretched in his heart.Journeys always make people have goals. When you wake up in the morning, you have to go on the road, the direction is ahead, and the food and lodging are simple and frugal. Perhaps because of this, the journey makes people sink.Shigemitsu would rather spend most of his time on the road.

A week later, Shigemitsu spent his birthday alone. She went to a familiar shop to get her hair trimmed.The man who has helped her cut her hair three times has always been skilled. That day he managed a smooth and virtuous hairstyle that he thought was in line with the heavy temperament.Shigemitsu knew that this hair was not hers, so when he got home, he turned on the tap to wash his hair, and rubbed it into a mess with his hands.She knows what she should look like. In the evening, she was going to celebrate her birthday, and she went out to eat western food with her scrawled straight hair.First run to the vicinity of the Kerry Center. The gorgeous western restaurant that used to pass by has long been closed, and now it has become a shoe store.It's true that things are different, too many things can't last.Shigemitsu knows that the relationship between herself and this city has always been close, and she is ready to leave here at any time.Changed to a newly opened Italian restaurant near Sanlitun, ordered a starter of Parma ham and goat cheese, a soup made of minced fish and butter, and a plate of pasta with clams.The noodles are delicious, thin and tough, and the clams are washed and burnt with wine.Had a glass of white wine.

In Guizhou, she cooks rice, washes and stir-fries vegetables for more than a dozen people in a large iron pot every day.She never minded being a woman who often ate alone in restaurants. Chongguang thinks that some signs of aging are falling in love with listening to Kunqu opera, reading ancient books, not talking much, and crying involuntarily at certain moments: when reflecting on one's situation and inner shadows.empathy.But it was still feeling sorry for myself.Not being able to fall in love with someone or fall in love with someone.It is very lonely at the moment.alone.On my bed in the dark, remembering everything I remember.Lying on a man's arm, and the heart still doesn't know where to go.If you lose your cat, there is a time when you have a paradoxical sensitivity and passion for life.

She often feels depressed.Sometimes in the afternoon, forcing myself to go among the crowds, to get back to the ground and drink a cup of coffee in a smoky coffee shop, seems to be the only solace.Sometimes she would be puzzled by the question, what is the purpose of human beings to endure life, day after day.Everything seemed hopeless.No hope from the world around you, no hope from people around you.There also seemed to be no hope from himself.Tried drinking once.His face was red, and the skin on his back and chest was red and itchy.cry.When I woke up the next morning, it was pouring rain and the air was cold and fresh.The cat curled up quietly by the pillow, motionless, its eyes calm amidst the riot of rain.In those moments she saw the texture of her own life, like a white cloth spread out, seeing every wrinkle and shadow it concealed as it was dried and washed.