Chapter 18 TV People (2)

TV guy 1 The TV guy came to my room on Sunday evening. The season is spring, about spring, I think.Anyway, it's not too hot and not too cold. But frankly, the season doesn't matter here.The key is this Sunday eve. I don't like this hour of Sunday evening, or anything that comes with it—not any situation that smacks of Sunday evening.Whenever Sunday evening rolls around, my head must start aching.Although the degree of pain varies from time to time, it is pain after all.In the depth of about 1-15 cm from the temples on both sides, the soft, white and tender flesh was stretched tightly for no reason, as if countless thin threads protruded from the middle of the flesh, and someone was holding the thread from a far away place and pulling it gently .It's not particularly painful.It's okay to be in pain, but it doesn't hurt very much, it's unbelievable.It was as if a long needle had been thrust into a heavily anesthetized area.

And a sound can be heard, no, not so much a sound, but a moan that resembles a thick silence in the dark: Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, the sound is in my ears.This was the first sign, and then the pain appeared, and then the vision began to distort and deform a little bit.Premonitions beget memories, and memories beget premonitions, like tides flowing toward disorder.A half-round of brand-new razor-like white moon emerged in the sky, drawing doubtful light whiskers to fill the black earth.People walked down the corridor loudly as if to ridicule me: cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck. Only then did the TV choose to come to my room on Sunday evening.Just like a depressive and mysterious rain falling silently, it quietly sneaked into the room in this twilight.

2 First describe the appearance of the TV personality. TV people are physically smaller than you and me.Not noticeably smaller, but smaller.By the way, about 2/10~3/10 smaller.And each part is small in balance.Therefore, in terms of wording, it is more accurate to say that it is smaller than small. Maybe you've seen TV people somewhere and just didn't notice how small they were at first.But even so, I'm afraid they will leave a strange impression on you, and perhaps you can understand the unpleasant feeling.Kind of weird - you must think so, and must fix your eyes on them again.At first glance, there is nothing particularly unnatural, but it seems unnatural.That is to say, the different kids of the TV people are completely different from the little ones of the villains.When we see children and villains, we feel that they are small, but this feeling is mostly caused by the disharmony of their body shapes.They are small, but not all evenly small.For example, the hands are small and the brain is big.This is a situation.The smallness of TV people, however, is another matter entirely.The height is reduced to 0.7, the shoulder width is also reduced to 0.7, and the size and length of the feet, head, ears and fingers are all reduced to 0.7.Like a precision plastic composite model slightly smaller than the real thing.

It can also be said that they look like models drawn using the distance method.Although it is in front of my eyes, it seems to be far away in the sky.Another example is a slide, where the plane is distorted and jumped, which should be within reach, but cannot be touched.What is touched is the untouchable object. This is the TV guy. This is the TV guy. This is the TV guy. This is the TV guy. 3 There are three of them. They neither knocked nor rang the bell nor said hello.Even if you enter the house quietly, you don't hear the sound of footsteps.One opened the door, and the other two held the TV.The TV is not very big, Sony color TV, very ordinary.I think the door was locked, I can't remember exactly.It is not known if the lock was forgotten. I didn't pay attention to the lock at the time, so I couldn't tell if it was locked or not.Just thought it was probably locked.

When they came in, I was leaning on the sofa and looking at the ceiling wistfully.I am alone at home.In the afternoon, my wife went to meet my companions, and some high school classmates got together to have a chat, and then went to a restaurant somewhere for a surprise dinner. "Why don't you just eat something?" My wife said before going out, "There are a lot of vegetables and frozen food in the refrigerator, so you can make some, right? Also, don't forget to take back the laundry before the sun goes down." "Ok." I said. It's nothing more than making dinner, collecting clothes, trivial matters, keeping one's teeth safe, and nothing more.Ouch ouch, ouch ouch.

"What did you say?" asked the wife. "I didn't say anything." I replied. In this way, I spent the whole afternoon lying on the sofa alone in a daze.Besides nothing to do.I read a book for a while—Marquez's new novel.Listened to a piece of music.Drank a little beer.But I'm in a trance about everything.I also want to go to bed and sleep, but I can't concentrate on sleeping, so I can only lean on the sofa and look at the ceiling. As far as I'm concerned, a lot of things slip by on a Sunday afternoon.No matter what you do, you give up halfway, and you can't devote yourself to it.I feel that if it is in the morning, everything will be as it should be.I planned to read this book, listen to this record, and write this letter today. I planned to tidy up the drawers today, buy a few necessary things, and wash the car body that has not been washed for a long time.However, as the hour hand turned past two o'clock and past three o'clock, and as dusk approached, none of them could be realized. After all, the sun set on the sofa.The sound of the clock hit the eardrums: click, click, click, click.The sound is like a rain curtain, cutting off the surrounding objects bit by bit.Click, click, click, click.On a Sunday afternoon, everything looked a little bit worn and shrunken, like the TV guy himself.

4 The TV people ignored me at all.Judging from the expressions of the three people, it seems that I am not here at all.They opened the door and moved the TV into the room.The two put the TV on the base cabinet, and the other pressed the plug into the socket.There was a clock and a stack of magazines on the floor cabinet.The bell is a congratulatory gift from friends when they get married, and it is very big and very important.As big and heavy as time itself.The sound is also loud, click, click, click, click, spread throughout the room.The TV guy moved it from the base cabinet to the floor.The wife will no doubt be angry, I thought.She hates other people tampering with things in the room.Besides, if the clock is placed on the floor, it will definitely hit my foot in the middle of the night.After two o'clock, I would definitely wake up to go to the bathroom, and I was so dizzy from sleep that I bumped into or bumped into something every time.

Then, the TV guy piled the magazines on the coffee table.It's all my wife's magazines (I hardly read magazines, not books. For me, all the magazines in the world should be scrapped and disappeared).The magazines include "Self", "Family Illustrated", and they are like dogs.It is these things that are neatly piled up on the floor cabinet.The wife doesn't like others touching her magazines.Once the order of stacking changes, it is inevitable that there will be a roar.So I simply stayed away from my wife's magazine and didn't turn a page.Unexpectedly, the TV people had no scruples at all, and removed the magazines in one go.They didn't care about it at all, and made the magazine upside down. "Self" ran to the top, and "Family Pictorial" got under "An'an", which was a complete mess.Not only that, but they also tossed the bookmarks that their wives put in the magazines all over the place.The place where the bookmark is placed is the place where important information is contained for the wife.As for what information is important and how important it is, I don't know.Maybe it's work related, maybe it's purely personal.But in any case, it is undoubtedly important information for her.I guess this time she must be complaining.I can even line up the lines she wants to say, such as occasionally going out to see a classmate who comes home happily, and the house is turned upside down, etc.I secretly groaned and shook my head again and again.

5 All in all, there was nothing on the base cabinet.The TV guy then put the TV on.They plugged it into the wall socket and flipped the switch.With a few "sizzling" sounds, the screen turned pale.After waiting for a long time, still no picture came out.They use the remote to change channels one by one.But which channel is all white and miserable.I'm afraid it's because the antenna is not connected.And there should be an antenna jack somewhere in the room.When I moved into the apartment, I seem to have heard the administrator explain how to connect the TV antenna, saying "you can just connect it here".But I can't remember where.There is no TV at home, so I have long forgotten about that thing.

But it seems that the TV people are so interested in receiving the signal that they don't even seem to be looking for an antenna connection.Whether the screen is white or there is no image, they don't mind. It seems that they just need to press the button to turn on the power, and they are done. TV is new.Although it is not in the packing box, it can be seen at a glance that it is an out-and-out new product.There is also a plastic bag attached to the side of the fuselage with scotch tape, and the bag contains the instruction manual and quality assurance certificate.The power cord shines like a live fish just out of the water.

The three TV people stared at the white screen of the TV as if checking it from different parts of the room.One of them came over to me to see how I could see the picture from where I was sitting.The TV was placed right in front of me, and the distance was just right.They seemed content with that.It seems that the homework has come to an end, and a TV guy (the one who came to me to confirm the picture) put the remote control on the coffee table. During this time, the TV person didn't say a word.They just operate correctly in order, without deliberately swapping languages.The three of them successfully completed their respective tasks effectively and satisfactorily.Ingenious and dexterous, quick in action.The time taken for the work is also short.In the end, a TV guy picked up the desk clock that had been lying on the floor and searched all over the room for a suitable place, but failed to find it for a long time.Finally put it back on the floor.Click, click, click, click, the clock struggled to drag the time on the floor. The apartment I live in is quite small, and there are piles of my books and my wife's materials, and there is almost no foothold.Sooner or later I must trip over the clock.Thinking, sighed.Absolutely stumble, no doubt, I bet. All three TV personalities are wearing navy blue tops.I don't know what kind of fabric it is, but it looks slippery anyway.The lower body is blue jeans, and the feet are tennis shoes.Clothing and shoes are scaled down a bit.While watching them busy here and there, for a long time, I began to suspect that there was something wrong with my little perception, as if I was wearing a pair of high-number glasses and sitting upside down on a surfing boat.The landscape deforms backwards and forwards, from which he realizes that the balance of the world in which he has been unconscious until now is not absolute.And it is the TV people who make me feel this way. Until the end, the TV people didn't say a word.The three of them checked the TV screen again and confirmed that there was no problem.The screen returned to its original indifferent dark gray.It was starting to get dark outside the window, and someone called someone's voice.Someone walked slowly in the corridor of the apartment, making a loud noise of leather shoes on purpose as usual: thump, thump, thump, thump.Sunday evening. The TV guy walked around the room as if he was on patrol again, opened the door and went out.The same as when he came in, he ignored me at all, as if I didn't exist at all. 6 From the time the TV guy came in to when he went out, I didn't move or say a word, I just lay on the sofa and watched their homework.Kuang, maybe you will say that this is unnatural—three strangers burst into the room suddenly, and put down a TV set on their own initiative, and just watch silently, it is a bit absurd! But I really didn't say anything, just watched the development of the situation silently.It's probably because they completely ignore me, I think.If you were in my position, you would probably do the same.Not self-justification, anyone who is so completely dismissed by others who are close to him must have doubts about his own existence.Suddenly saw his hand, and even felt that the hand was transparent.It was a certain sense of exhaustion, a certain state of obsession.My body's own existence quickly became transparent, and then I couldn't move or speak. I could only watch the three TV people put the TV in the room and walk away.I couldn't speak, afraid to hear my own voice. After the TV guy left and I was left alone again, the sense of being came back, lost and found.At first glance, it turns out that the twilight has already been completely swallowed up by the night.I turned on the light in the room and closed my eyes.The TV is still there.The clock went on, click, click, click, click. 7 It is also really incredible that the wife did not say a word when the TV appeared in the room, she did not respond, she was completely indifferent, and she didn't even seem to notice it.This is really amazing.Because—as has been explained earlier—the wife is very nervous about the arrangement of furniture and other objects.Even if something in the room moved or changed a little bit when she was not around, she would notice it instantly, she had this ability.Immediately, he frowned and corrected it unequivocally.different from me.For me, whether "Family Pictorial" is under "An An", or whether a ballpoint pen is mixed into a pencil insert, I don't take it seriously.I'm afraid I didn't notice it.I guess she must have had a hard time living that way.But that's her problem, not mine.So I will not make irresponsible remarks.As you wish.This is also my dominant idea.She, on the other hand, is prone to tantrums.So I said that although my nerves are slow, sometimes I can't bear it, I can't bear the insensitivity of gravity, pi and e=mc2.Actually it is.When I said this, she immediately fell silent.Perhaps she thought it was an insult to her personally.But not so.I had no desire to insult her personally, but just to say what I felt. That night, when she came back, she first inspected the room.I had already prepared the words to explain: The TV guy came and messed everything up.Explaining TV people to her is very difficult.Most likely not.But I still intend to tell the truth one by one. Unexpectedly, she didn't say anything, just walked around the room.There is a TV on the floor cabinet.Magazines were piled upside down on the coffee table.The clock moved to the floor.But my wife didn't say anything, so I didn't need to explain anything. "Have you really eaten dinner?" She asked while taking off her dress: "Didn't eat." I said. "why?" "I'm not very hungry." The wife took off half of the dress and pondered for a moment.He stared at my face for a while, as if he didn't know what to say.The clock divides the silence with a stagnant sound: click, click, click, click.I didn't want to hear the sound, I didn't want it to enter my ears, but the sound was still so loud and heavy that it entered my ears and was hopeless.She also seemed troubled by the voice, shook her head, and asked: "Easy to do something?" "Alright." I said.I don't particularly want to eat it, but if there is something to eat, it's okay to eat, I think. My wife changed into clothes that are easy to move around, and while cooking cold salad and fried eggs in the kitchen, she described the scene of the class reunion to me: who was doing what, who said what, who changed their hairstyle and became prettier, and who dated men broke up and so on.I also generally know their affairs, so I drank beer and echoed.In fact, it was almost deaf.I've been thinking about the TV person, wondering why she's so silent about the advent of television.Didn't notice? No, she couldn't ignore the TV that suddenly appeared.So why keep silent? It's a strange thing, a strange thing! Something is wrong, and I don't know how to correct it. When the salad was ready, I sat down at the kitchen table and ate it.Be sure to order fried eggs and eat rice with prunes. After dinner, my wife cleared the dishes, and I continued to drink beer.She also took a few sips.Suddenly, I raised my eyes to look at the floor cabinet.The TV is still on.Power has been unplugged.There is a remote control on the coffee table.I stood up from the chair, took the remote control in my hand, and pressed the start button.The screen suddenly turned white, and there was a "sizzling" sound, but still no image came out, only white light emerged from the picture tube.I press the button to increase the volume, and what I get is nothing more than a loud noise of "嗄——".I stared at the white light for 20-30 seconds, pressed the off button, and the noise and white light disappeared immediately.During this time, the wife sat on the carpet and flipped through "Self" magazine.As for turning the TV on and off, she was not interested at all, and she didn't seem to be aware of it. I put the remote on the coffee table and sat back on the sofa.I plan to continue reading Marquez's novel.I always read a book after dinner.Sometimes I watch it for 30 minutes and then throw it aside, and sometimes I watch it for two hours.All in all a must-see every day.But half of the page on the other side of the sky can't be read.No matter how much I concentrate on the book, my thoughts will immediately return to the TV.Finally raised his eyes and stared at the TV without moving.The screen looked at me in blank dismay. 8 Woke up at 2:30 in the middle of the night and the TV was still there.I get out of bed, expecting the TV to disappear in a flash.But it's still pretty much in place.I went to the bathroom to pee, and then put my feet on the coffee table on the sofa.Then turn on the TV with the remote.Nothing new was discovered.Still the same trick repeats itself: white light, noise, that's all.I waited and watched for a while, turned off the button, and eliminated the light and sound. I fold back into bed and get ready for sleep.I was so sleepy, but I couldn't fall asleep.As soon as you close your eyes, the TV man emerges—the TV man who moves the TV set, the TV man who removes the clock, the TV man who moves the magazine to the cup, the TV man who inserts the plug into the socket, the TV who checks the picture, The TV that silently opened the door and walked out.They are always in my mind, running around in my mind.I got out of bed again, went into the kitchen, and poured a couple of brandies into a coffee mug by the sink.After drinking, he leaned back on the sofa and opened Marquez's work.But still a line can't get into my head, and I can't figure out what it is. Helpless, I had no choice but to put aside Marquez and read "Self".I'm afraid it's okay to read "Self" once in a while.But Self didn't publish anything that appealed to me.It is nothing more than a new hairstyle, a high-end white silk shirt, a snack bar where you can eat delicious steak stew, what clothes to wear to the opera, etc., and so on.I was 100% bored with these, so I put aside "Self" and looked at the TV on the cabinet on the floor. In the end, I sat there until dawn, accomplishing nothing. At 6 o'clock, I boiled water in a pot, made coffee and drank it.With nothing to do, I made a sandwich just before my wife got up. "It's early enough to get up," said the wife as if she hadn't woken up. I said "oh". We finished our meal in few words, walked out of the house together, and went to work alone.My wife works in a small publishing house and compiles a special magazine on natural food, mainly introducing shiitake mushrooms to prevent joint swelling, prospects for organic farming technology, and so on.The content of the magazine is very professional.The sales volume is not large, but because it costs almost no production cost and has regular readers who are enthusiastic and loyal to believers, it will not close down.I work in the advertising department of a TV company and produce advertisements for electrical products such as electric ovens, washing machines, and microwave ovens. 9 At work, I passed a TV guy on the company stairs.I think it was one of the TV guys who brought the TV in yesterday, probably the guy who opened the door first, the guy who didn't carry the TV.They have no obvious characteristics, and it is extremely difficult to distinguish each individual.So I'm not sure.But nine times out of ten, you won't admit your mistake.He was still wearing the same jacket as yesterday, and he was just walking down the stairs with his hands empty.I go up the stairs.I don't like taking elevators, I always walk up and down.My office is on the 9th floor, so this was no easy task.When there is a special urgent matter, I am tired and sweat profusely.But for me, sweating is also much more pleasant than taking an elevator.People made fun of me because of it.I didn't have a TV, I didn't have a VCR, and I didn't take an elevator, and they all thought I was weird, or somehow immature.Inexplicable! I don't quite understand why they have such an idea. In any case, at this point I walked up the stairs as usual.Those who go up the stairs on foot have nothing to do with me.Almost no one used the stairs, and on the stairs between the fourth and fifth floors I passed a TV personality.Since it happened so suddenly, I didn't know how to deal with it, so I wanted to say hello. But in the end nothing was said.Firstly, I couldn't think of what to say when I came, and secondly, it seemed difficult for the TV people to say hello.He walked downstairs very mechanically.Move your feet precisely and regularly with the same frequency.Still ignoring my existence at all like yesterday, without me at all in his eyes.I was so at a loss as to pass by it.At that moment, I felt in a trance that the gravity around me flickered. On this day, the company has a meeting as soon as it goes to work.It will be important to study the Zaire strategy for new products.Several clerks read the report.Numbers are lined up on blackboards, and graphs roll out on computer screens.The discussion was lively.I also participated, but I have a position at the meeting that is irrelevant because I am not directly involved in the program.I kept thinking about other things during the meeting time.But I made a statement anyway.The indifferent speeches are nothing more than the extremely common sense opinions of the attendees.After all, I can't stay silent.Although I am not very enthusiastic about work, I still feel a certain responsibility to get paid here.I roughly summed up the previous opinions, and even told a joke about enlivening the atmosphere of the venue.A few people laughed.Once I made a speech, I just pretended to read the material and continued to think about TV people.As for the name to be given to the new microwave oven, I have nothing to do with it.All I have in my head is the TV guy, always on my mind.What is the meaning of that TV? Why did it deliberately move into my room? Why did my wife keep quiet about the presence of the TV? Why did the TV guy sneak into our company? The meeting went on and on. At 12 o'clock, the meeting was adjourned for a short time because of lunch, so short that there was no time to go out to eat, so a sandwich was distributed to each person.The meeting room smelled of smoke, so I took it back to my desk to eat.While I was eating, the section chief walked up to me.To be honest, I don't like this kid very much.If you ask why you don't like it, I can't explain the reason.In fact, there was nothing offensive about him.Personable and appearing educated.The brain is not stupid.Tie appeal is also available.But he was never complacent, and he never yelled at his subordinates.He even gave me a high look, and invited me to dinner from time to time.But I just don't like him.This is probably due to his being too intimate with the body of the person he is talking to, I think.Whether it is a man or a woman, he always touches the other person's body lightly during the conversation.Although it is touching, it is not particularly annoying.The way of touching is so chic and natural that almost everyone will not feel touched.But for some reason, I was very brooding.So when I saw him, I instinctively felt nervous.It would be trivial if it were a trivial matter, but anyway, I am worried about it. He bent down and put his hands on my shoulders. "The speech you gave at the meeting just now was very good." The section chief said cordially, "It was very concise and to the point, and I was completely convinced. It hit the nail on the head and everyone was shocked. The time was also chosen at the right time. I will continue to carry forward like this in the future!" After all, the section chief quickly turned around and disappeared, probably looking for a place to have his own lunch.I really thanked her on the spot, but frankly speaking, she completely confused me, Monk Zhang Er.Because of what was said at the meeting, I have already forgotten to Jiuxiaoyunwai.It's just a perfunctory sentence just because of the inconvenience of not saying a word.Why did the section chief come to my side to praise me for this matter? There are always people who speak more grandly! I don’t know why! I continued to eat my lunch.Suddenly, I thought of my wife.What is she doing now? Is it okay to go to the street for lunch? I really want to call her work unit, and I really want to chat in a few words, anything.I dial the first three digits, and then give up.Nothing worth calling specifically.Although I feel that the world is a bit distorted, but there is no need to call my wife's work during this lunch break-what can I say? Besides, she doesn't like it very much.I put down the microphone, sighed, drank the rest of my coffee, and threw the plastic cup into the trash. 10 At the venue in the afternoon, I saw the TV people again.This time the number increased by two people.They still came in carrying the Sony color TV as they did yesterday, as evidenced by the fact that the people next to them stepped aside to make way for them.But there was no further reaction to the TV people.The reaction was not much different from the one they had when the waitress at the nearby café delivered the coffee they had ordered.In principle they treat TV people as people who do not exist.A person who clearly knows that it exists here, but treats it as it exists. I feel strange.Could it be that they all knew about the TV people? And I was the only one who was excluded from the information about the TV people? Maybe the wife knew about the TV people too, I thought.Very likely.Only because of this, she was indifferent to the sudden TV in the room and kept silent.Besides, no second explanation can be found.My mind is in a mess.What the hell is going on with TV people? Why do they keep moving TVs? When a colleague left his seat to go to the bathroom to urinate, I also followed him into the toilet.This person joined the company at the same time as me, and we have a good relationship. After get off work, we occasionally drink a few drinks. I don’t eat and drink with anyone.We pee standing side by side.He said in a helpless tone: What the hell, it looks like it must be held until night, meetings and meetings are always meetings! I also agree.The two washed their hands.He also praised my speech at the morning meeting, and I said thank you. "However, those two people who brought the TV in just now..." I brought up the topic as if nothing had happened. He kept silent, turned on the faucet vigorously, took out two paper towels from the cardboard box to wipe his hands, and didn't even look at me.He wiped his hands unhurriedly, crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can.Maybe you didn't hear me and don't know.This is impossible to judge.However, from the perspective of the atmosphere, I think it is better not to ask further.So I silently wiped my hands with a tissue.The air seemed to freeze for a moment.We walked back to the conference room from the hallway in silence.For the rest of the meeting, I felt like he was avoiding my sight. 11 After returning from the company, the room was dark.It started to rain outside.From the balcony window, you can see the low-hanging dark clouds.The room is filled with the smell of rain.It was also starting to get dark.The wife is still at get off work.I took off my tie and pressed it flat on the tie rack.Dust the suit with a clothes brush.Throw the shirt in the hamper.His hair smelled of cigarettes, so he turned on the shower and took a shower.Often.Every time I hold a long meeting, my body is full of smoke.The wife hates the smell the most.The first thing she did after marriage was to make me quit smoking.It was 4 years ago. Come out of the shower, sit on the couch, towel your hair and drink a can of beer.The TV set brought by the TV guy is still on the floor cabinet.I picked up the remote control on the coffee table and pressed the start button, but the power was not turned on after pressing it several times.Completely indifferent, the screen went dark.I took a closer look at the power cord.Connect the plug end squarely to the socket.I unplugged it and plugged it back in hard.to no avail.No matter how you press the start button, the screen will not turn white.To be cautious, I opened the back cover of the remote control, took out the battery, and checked it with a simple electric pen.Batteries are new.Reluctantly, I toss the remote and pour the beer down my throat. Why so persistent? Incredible.So what if the power is turned on? You can only see the white light and only hear the noise of "嗄嗄"! Therefore, whether it is activated or not, why bother! But I do think it's a problem.It could have started up fine last night, and hasn't touched a finger since then.There is no reason for this. I tried it again with the remote control, and slowly exerted force on my fingertips, but the result was the same, there was no response, and the screen was completely moaning and completely frozen. Completely rigid. I took my second can of beer out of the fridge, uncapped it and drank it.Had potato salad again from a plastic container.The hour hand has passed 6 o'clock.I read the evening paper on the sofa.The newspapers were more boring than usual, with few stories worth reading.The long list of articles is full of sensational news.But I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I spent a long time reading carefully.After reading it, you have to do something else.But I was too lazy to think about it, and continued to read the newspaper as if I was deliberately stalling for time.By the way, how about writing a reply? My cousin sent me a wedding invitation.I must write to decline this.On the day of her wedding, my wife and I will go on a trip to Okinawa.This is already fixed.Both are on vacation at the same time.As of now, it is impossible to change.If it is changed, only the gods will know whether to take a long vacation at the same time next time.Besides, my cousin and I don't have any close contacts, and we haven't seen each other for almost 10 years.In any case, I would like to write back as soon as possible.People should also consider booking a wedding venue.However, it was impossible.Now I can't write a letter at all, and I don't have this emotion at all. I picked up the newspaper again and read the same report a second time.Suddenly, I remembered that it was time for dinner.However, due to work, the wife may not come back until after dinner. In that case, the good portion will be wasted.And I can handle a meal by myself, no need to go to war.If she didn't eat anything, the two of them would go out to eat together. I don't think it's quite right.We must get in touch beforehand when we may be home later than 6 o'clock.This is routine.A voice recorder can also be used to leave a message.In this way, the pair can adjust their actions according to the convenience-either eat alone first, or leave the other party's portion, or go to bed first.Due to the nature of my work, I will inevitably return late. Fortunately, I sometimes return late because of discussing things or checking the school.The work of both parties does not belong to the type of going to work at 9 o'clock in the morning on time and leaving work at 5 o'clock in the evening.When both of them are busy, there are even cases where they don't talk much for three or five days.There is no other way, it has become like this unconsciously.So I always pay attention to stick to the routine and try not to add practical troubles to the other party.As soon as she realized that she might be late, she would call the other party and forget about it from time to time, but she never forgot. However, no message was left on the dictaphone call. I let go of the newspaper, slumped on the sofa, and closed my eyes. 12 Dreaming of a meeting: I stand up to speak, but I don’t know what to say, just wagging my lips and tongue in vain.If the words stop, I will die.So I can't shut up, I can only chatter forever without knowing what to say.Everyone around died, turned into stone, turned into a hard stone statue.The wind is blowing.The panes of the windows were scattered, and the wind blew into the room from the air.The number of people on the phone increased to three, as before.They are still moving Sony color TVs.TV people are shown on the screen.I'm losing my words and my fingers are getting stiff with it.I will slowly turn to stone. When I woke up with my eyes open, there was white mist in the room, just like the corridor of an aquarium.The TV is on.It was completely dark, except for the TV screen, which was emitting a "Zi Zi" low tone and flickering.I sat up on the sofa and pressed my fingertips to my temples.The fingers are still soft flesh.The taste of the beer I drank before bed lingered in my mouth.I swallowed my saliva.The deep part of my throat was so dry that it took me a long time to swallow it.Every time I have a realistic dream, I must feel that the dream is closer to reality than when I am awake.But that is an illusion.This is reality.Nobody turned to stone. What time is it? I glance at the clock still on the floor.Click, click, click, click.It's almost 8 o'clock. Unexpectedly, the TV screen actually reflected a TV person like a dream, the one who passed me on the company stairs.Not bad at all.It was him, the one who opened the door first, 100 percent accurate.Against the background of white light like a fluorescent lamp, he stood still and looked at my face, like the end of a dream that came into reality.I closed my eyes and opened them again, in a trance, feeling that the scene had passed away suddenly.But otherwise, the TV people on the screen are getting bigger and bigger.A face appeared on the whole screen, gradually becoming a close-up shot, as if step by step from far to near. Then, the TV personality jumped out of the screen, and leaped out holding the frame as if coming out of a window.As a result, only the white light in the background remains on the screen. He touched his left hand with his right finger for a while, as if trying to adjust his body to the world outside the TV.He was in no hurry.A leisurely and contented demeanor, as if there is no more time, just like a seasoned host of a TV show.He then looked at my face. "We're building airplanes," said the TV man.Its sound has no sense of distance, and it is flat, as if written on paper. Following his voice, a dark machine appeared on the screen.It's really like a news show.First, a large factory-like space appears, followed by a close-up of the workshop in the middle of it.Two TV guys fiddled with the machine.They turn a bolt with a wrench, or adjust a gauge, and concentrate on it.That machine is incredible: cylindrical, with a slender upper end and streamlined bulging parts everywhere.It's more like a giant juicer than an airplane.It has neither wings nor seats. "I can't tell it's an airplane," I said.Doesn't sound like my voice.The sound was extremely weird, as if it had been completely filtered out by a thick filter.I feel like I'm getting old. "It's probably because it hasn't been painted yet." The TV personality said, "I'll paint it tomorrow. Then you can clearly see that it's an airplane." "It's not the color that's the problem, it's the shape. Shapes are not airplanes." "If it's not an airplane, is it?" the TV guy asked me. I can't figure it out either.So what exactly is it? "So the problem is the color." The TV guy said kindly, "Just paint it, and it's a real plane." I don't feel like arguing anymore.It doesn't matter what it is.Whether it's a plane that squeezes orange juice, or a juicer that flies in the air, whatever it is, it doesn't matter to me.Why hasn't my wife come back yet! I pressed my fingertips on my temples again.The clock went on: click, click, click, click.There is a remote control on the coffee table.There are women's magazines piled next to it.The phone remained silent.The dim light of the TV illuminates the room. On the screen, the two TV personalities were still busy with one heart and one mind.The image is much clearer than before.The numbers on the machine gauge can now be clearly seen.Its voice can also be heard, albeit faintly.The machine roared: boom, boom, boom, boom.From time to time, there was a dry and rhythmic sound of metal clashing against each other: ah, ah, ah, ah.In addition, there were all kinds of sounds mixed in, and I couldn't distinguish them one by one.All in all, the two TV personalities worked really hard on the screen.This is the image theme.I stared intently at the scene of the two of them working.The TV people outside the screen also silently watched the two companions on the screen.That inexplicable black machine—I don't think it looks like an aircraft device floating in white light. "The wife is not coming back." The TV person off-screen said to me. I looked at his face and couldn't figure out what he said for a moment.I stared at his face like I was staring at a snow-white picture tube. "The wife is not coming back." The TV person said in the same tone. "Why?" I asked. "Why? Because the relationship broke down." The TV person said.Its sound is like the movement of a card-style plastic key card used in a hotel. The dull, uncadenced voice penetrates through the narrow gap like a knife blade. "I'm not coming back because the relationship broke down." Not coming back due to broken relationship - I'm repeating that in my head.Straightforward, not vivid.I can't get this sentence right.Cause grabs effect by its tail and tries to swallow it up.I got up and walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took a deep breath, took out a can of beer and went back to the sofa.The TV guy still stood dumbly in front of the TV, watching me take off the pull tab.He rests his right elbow on the TV.I don't really feel like drinking beer.It's just that it's hard to pass the time without something to do, so I had to get a beer.After taking a sip, the beer was tasteless.I kept the beer can in my hand.Later, I felt heavy, so I put it on the coffee table. Next I started thinking about the TV guy's statement—the statement about the wife not coming back.He claimed we had broken up and that was the reason for her not coming back.However, we do not consider our relationship to be broken under any circumstances.Admittedly, we are not a happy couple. We quarreled for several days in 4 years.We do have issues between us, and we talk about it from time to time.There are both resolved and unresolved.Unresolved are mostly set aside, waiting for the right moment. ok, we are the couple with problems.Not bad.But our relationship doesn't end there.Isn't it right? Where can I find a couple with no problems? Besides, it's only after 8 o'clock, and she just can't make a phone call for some reason.No matter how many reasons for this can be imagined.For example...but I can't think of one.I was in a state of great confusion and bewilderment. I sink deeply into the back of the sofa. How will the plane—if it is an airplane—fly? What is the power? Where are the windows? Which is the front and which is the rear? I was so exhausted and so superficial.Be sure to write back to my cousin to decline: I am really sorry that I can't attend due to work. Congratulations on the wedding. The two TV people on the TV ignored me and just kept building the aircraft without stopping for a moment, as if there were countless processes to be done to complete the aircraft manufacturing task.After one process is completed, immediately start the next one and continue to fight.Without decent project schedules and drawings, they know exactly what they should do now and what they will do next.The camera quickly and accurately captured his moving work scene.The lens is full of generalization and persuasiveness, and it is easy to understand.Presumably the other TV guys (fourth and fifth) were doing the cameras and manipulating the control wheels. Oddly enough, during the hours of contemplating the impeccable work of the TV guy, I also began to think a little bit that the thing looked like an airplane, or at least there was nothing outlandish about being an airplane.As for what is the front end and what is the rear end, this is completely out of the question.Since it is such a delicate job and it is done so beautifully, it must be making airplanes.Even if it doesn't look like it, it's an airplane to me.Exactly what it says. If not an airplane, then what? The TV guy outside the screen kept his original posture motionless, resting his right elbow on the TV and looking at me.I was watched.The TV people on the screen are working hard.The chimes are clearly audible: click, click, click, click.The room was dark.Someone dragged leather shoes through the corridor. Maybe, I suddenly thought, maybe my wife really won't come back here.My wife has already traveled far, far away, using all means of transportation, to a place far beyond my reach.Indeed, our relationship may have been irretrievably broken and gone.It's just that I didn't realize it.Diverse thoughts relax and become one again.Maybe so, I said out loud.My voice lingers in and out of me. "Tomorrow, if you paint it, it will be clear at a glance." The TV personality said, "Just paint it, and it will be a perfect plane." I look at my palms.The palm of the hand seems to be a little smaller than usual, a little bit.Maybe neurotic.Maybe it's the angle of the light.Maybe there is something wrong with the balance of the sense of distance.But it is true that the palms look smaller.Wait, I want to speak, I have to say something, I have something to say, or I will shrivel up and turn to stone like everyone else. "There will be a call right away," said the TV personality.Then it paused for a while as if calculating, "5 minutes later." I look at the phone.I think about the cords on the telephone, the cords that go to the ends of the earth, and the wife is at some end of this terrible labyrinth of wires.It's so far away that I can't see it.I felt the beating of her heart. After 5 minutes, I thought, which end is the front end and which end is the back end? I stood up and was about to say it.However, the moment I stood up, I lost my language.