Chapter 32 hallucination four (1)

hallucination four (1) After Yijun told me these things, the four of us froze there.Kang Qiao turned to leave, gritted her teeth when she turned her head and said fiercely, Yijun, I always wanted to chop you up in the past.But after so many years, there is a deadline for grievances, and I don't want to pursue it with you.From now on I don't want to see you again. Since Yijun appeared, Ye Di seemed to want to quit her performance here.When I called her, she always said to me, I'm sorry, I'm in poor health recently, so I can't come.I asked her, where is Kang Qiao?She said he would not come again.

I went to look for her at Ye Di's apartment that day.The wooden building, two floors, lived in many tenants. It creaked because of its age. There was a long, dark and damp corridor. The corridor was full of wet clothes, and many people were cooking in the corridor.She came to answer the door, wearing a thin white shirt and black trousers, her hair was pulled up, her neck was long and thinner.Looking haggard.I asked her if she was sick?She smiled reluctantly and said she was tired. The room is filled with small gouache paintings.There are large areas of condensed color on the black background, abstract beauty.There are many musical instruments piled up, but no cello.We had nothing to say, it was very embarrassing, I tried to break the silence and asked, why don't you play the piano anymore?You must look good playing the violin.

Ye Di calmly lit a cigarette and said that she had stopped playing the piano for a long time. I froze for a moment, and changed the subject again.How is your life now?Is there enough money for one person? Kang Qiao's family is rich, so we won't starve to death. Kang Qiao...how is his illness...have you been sick for a long time? Well, yes.But he has not come back for two days.Did Yijun call you here? No, I wanted to come. Why? Nothing, just wanted to see you. Ye Di looked at me, smiled slightly, and said, you have always been so kind to me. She talked a lot that day, talking about Yijun, Kang Qiao, and herself.She said that Yijun is actually very kind, but he is very weak.But he really can't blame him for the past, he doesn't know.We were too young then.

So do you love Kang Qiao? I have no idea.We were together...but not together...his illness made me feel like I owed him my life. Ye Di didn't look sad, but when I looked at her, I felt powerless and sad like drowning in my heart.We had nothing to say, and sat quietly facing the twilight of late spring. Concho hadn't come back at night.I said, I'll go first.She took my hand and said, Seven, stay here.Kang Qiao hasn't come back for two days...you stay with me... Her words were lonely, but with a smile on her face, she stretched out her hand towards me, and I bent down to hug her.At that moment, I seemed to be Yijun when I was young.Hold her tightly, as if the world has become dim and warm.I stroked her forehead, it was hot.I said, Ye Di, you seem to have a fever.

She said silently, I know.My tonsils are inflamed and extremely painful.I don't want to talk anymore. I sent her to bed and got a blanket to cover her.Went out and bought her aspirin, antibiotics, a thermometer.Come back to boil water and feed her medicine.Take her temperature. She was feverish, hot and cold, always thirsty.I fed her water and covered her tightly with a bedding and blanket. In the early morning, she sweated, and the fever finally subsided.We hugged and slept that night, like close friends in a boudoir when we were young.I stroked her back, rested my hands on her shoulder blades like mountains, and kissed her shoulders.Outside the window is a drunken night of stars.Deep blue sea like delphiniums.

She was still ill, her throat was sore, and she could only swallow liquid food.I make porridge and soup for her, and don't let her eat instant noodles all day long.Her bed was full of all kinds of psychotropic drugs, and I didn't allow her to take those pills in the same dose as a child's candy, and I had an argument about it.But she always understands that I am doing it for her own good, so she obeys. I often heard her suddenly ask, "What did you just say?" or "Did someone come in?" when I was cooking in the narrow kitchen, I knew it was her auditory hallucination, and at first I replied, "No , I didn’t say anything just now”, it always made her sad, so if she asked me again later, “Did you call me just now?” I replied, “Yes, I asked you to spread the tablecloth and eat It’s gone.” This is a so-called white lie.I just want to give her warmth willingly.Because I know that the loneliness of life will never end, and I still have the energy to take care of her.

It was a lonely day.But there are still great moments.There is no TV in the apartment.Every evening, to pass the time, Ye Di would sit on the window sill with her guitar in her arms and play some songs for me.She had a sore throat, her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't sing.But I know it's Pink's song,