Chapter 25 Hallucination 1 (2)

Hallucination 1 (2) Concho they are still playing.There are still many people.I sat in the middle and carefully watched the Lancang knives on the wall one by one.The lights were dim, and I heard Concho singing Cohen's "Famous blue rain coat".The guests were suddenly quiet.His left hand rubbed against the fretboard as he changed chords, his voice screeching.But I just think Kang Jo's voice is too young for it. It closes at two o'clock in the morning.I walked into the fruit distribution room lightly. The moment I opened the door, the light hit Ye Di's face. She was still lying there with her eyes open.

I asked, are you feeling better? She smiled, better, thank you. Kang Qiao came over and said, Ye Di, are you going? Ye Di looked at me and said, I will stay here tonight.okay? I nodded and Concho went off with bass, rhythm guitar, drums.I chased him out and said, why don't we all stay here, tonight? Kang Qiao turned around and said, thank you.We still go back.You can take care of Ye Di more, she is very uncomfortable, thank you.Kang Qiao was always worried and helpless when talking about Ye Di.When the four of them walked out together, there was a sleet falling outside and the sound of desolate wind.The figures of several young people under the street lamp gradually disappeared.

Ye Di sat on the stage.Holding the piano.I turned off the lights in the hall, looked at her, and said, I'm going to sleep.Ye Di, you also go to bed early. Then I went into the fruit-matching room and collapsed on the couch.There is still a trace of Ye Di's body temperature on it.I turned up the heater and it was still cold. After a long time, I still couldn't fall asleep, so I got up and went to the hall.Ye Di was holding the guitar in the hall and playing the scales, looking dull, walking around with the piano, picking CDs on the bar, picking a piece of jazz and putting it into the machine.She turned up the volume and began to dance softly.

I was behind the small table, watching her indulgent posture from the dark, she twisted her waist, charming and vulgar, and sang softly, Baby I know you do not love me any more . I couldn’t help but think of Kun Ting's "Pulp Fiction", Uma Thurman and the fat man dancing jackrabbit classic shot.I couldn't help laughing lightly.Her body turned into a flying insect in my eyes.Fighting the fire blindly. When she stopped, it was because her cigarette burned her hand.She collapsed, sat on the ground, and laughed. what are you laughing at. ...the way you danced just now reminded me of Pulp Fiction.

Hehe, do you remember that joke? which? That "Tomatoes" joke that Uma Thurman told John Travolta.Did you laugh then? Laughed, a downright bad joke, but I laughed hard. You tell me again. Three tomatoes walking together...Papa Tomato and Little Tomato. Little Tomato dragged along behind. Father Tomato was angry. He went back and pressed Little Tomato hard while saying, catch up. (Homophonic ketchup, meaning tomato Sauce). After we finished speaking, we laughed again, laughing at the coldness of the joke. At that moment, I was thinking, is it possible that the planet we live on is powered by people's boredom and loneliness, rotating day and night?

We laughed wearily and were relatively speechless when we stopped.After a long silence, Ye Di came over and sat next to me, smoking hard.Her nails were already yellowed.There is a strong burnt smell.She whispered vaguely, I have always been in poor health, often unable to sleep, auditory hallucinations, headaches, hair loss, tonsils are prone to inflammation.Mood is often low.Not interested in anything...Sometimes I feel like I'm dying... I'll answer her, okay...Ye Di, you're still young, don't think about it anymore.It's useless to think too much. She said to herself again, when I was in high school many years ago, I felt that apart from studying and taking exams, there were no more scary things in this world.I thought that as long as I graduated and didn’t need to study or take exams, life would be easy.she laughs.

I turned my face to look at her, only to feel that she easily made me feel powerless and sad like drowning.I suddenly became irritable, patted her on the back, and said, okay, okay... let's not talk about this anymore. Ye Di turned her face, her eyes were moist, and she met my gaze.I felt thirsty for a moment, so I reached for a glass of water to drink, and handed it to her.She didn't reach out to take it, but just finished drinking the water with my hand.I took the empty glass, and she leaned over and kissed my shoulder. She said, good night, I'm sleepy too. At the beginning of spring, Yijun came back.I was still in MILK when he came back, so Yijun came straight to me.That day I happily drank some wine with him, but because I had something on my mind, I was too strong to drink, and soon felt groggy.I said, Yijun, I miss you very much.