Chapter 67 choke bird and tuesday women

I was standing in the kitchen cooking pasta when the woman called.Before the pasta was cooked, I whistled to the music of the FM radio station and the overture of Rossini's "Magpie Thief", which is the most suitable music for cooking pasta. When the phone rang, I ignored it and continued cooking my macaroni as it was almost done and my favorite LSO tune was playing on the radio.However, I still turned down the gas fire a bit, took the chopsticks in my right hand, and went to the living room to answer the phone, because it suddenly occurred to me that maybe a friend wanted to introduce me to a new job.

"Ten minutes of your time. 』 A woman's voice came abruptly. "I'm sorry," I replied in surprise. "What exactly are you going to say? 』 "I said ten minutes is enough!" 』 The woman repeated it again. I didn't recognize this woman's voice at all, and since I was absolutely confident in the recognition of other people's voices, I thought it must be a woman I didn't know, her voice was low, soft, and there was no emphasis in the sentences. "Excuse me, who are you?" 』 I first showed a polite look. "It's not important. I only need ten minutes. I think that's enough for us to understand each other." ’ she said quickly.

"know each other? 』 "I mean spiritually! 』 She answered succinctly. I craned my neck and looked at the situation in the kitchen. The macaroni pot was emitting a white mist, as if I was conducting the "Magpie Thief" of the London Symphony Orchestra. "However, unfortunately, I'm cooking macaroni now, and it's almost done. If I talk to you on the phone for another ten minutes, the macaroni will probably be cooked by me. I think it's best to hang up the phone." 』 "pasta? ’ the woman said in surprise. "It's only 10:30 in the morning, why are you cooking macaroni at 10:30 in the morning?"Don't you think it's weird? 』

"You don't care if I'm surprised or not, anyway, it has nothing to do with you! "I say. "I didn't eat anything for breakfast, I'm very hungry now!" 』 "Ok!Whatever you want, I'll hang up now. 』 Her voice suddenly became very emotional. "But I'll call back later. 』 "Wait a moment! ’ I said hastily. "If you're trying to sell me something, hundreds of phone calls won't help, I'm currently unemployed and have no money left to buy anything!" 』 "I already knew about this, don't worry! "she says. "understood?what do you know? 』

"I know you are unemployed!Anyway, hurry up and cook macaroni! 』 "What the hell are you—" The phone was cut off while I was talking, and the way to hang up the phone was too abrupt, as if instead of hanging up the microphone, I pressed the switch button with my finger. I suddenly couldn't find a place to express my feelings. I held the microphone in my hand and looked at the front blankly. After a while, I remembered the macaroni. I went back to the kitchen, turned off the gas stove, and scooped the macaroni out of the pot. Get up, add some tomato sauce, and start eating.

The macaroni was overcooked, perhaps from answering the phone, but not so soft that it was inedible. While listening to the music from the radio, nearly 250 grams of noodles were fed into my stomach without any leftovers. I washed the dishes and pots on the sink, boiled water, and made a pot of black tea while thinking about the phone call just now. know each other? Why on earth did that woman call me?And, who is that woman? It's all like a mystery.I think this is an anonymous call from someone I don't know, but I can't find out what her intention is at all. Let it go! ——I thought in my heart——no matter what kind of girl she is, I don’t want to know, because this kind of thing is useless to me. For me, the most important thing now is to find a new job, and To quickly establish a new life circle.

However, sitting on the guest's sofa, even though I was reading Lindeton's novel borrowed from the library, I still looked up at the phone frequently. The words I said to her "take ten minutes to get to know each other" I am more and more interested, what can I understand in ten minutes? From the beginning she suggested ten minutes, which made me think she was very sure about the time she set, but in fact, it may be shorter than nine minutes, or it may be longer than eleven minutes, like cooking macaroni …  … I got up and did my gymnastics, and then I went to iron my shirts, because my mind was so overwhelmed with the drama that I couldn't even read the plot of the novel.Ironing whenever I feel like my head is in a mess is a long-standing habit of mine.

The whole process of ironing my shirts consists of twelve steps.From the collar of the first step to the left sleeve of the twelfth step, the order will never be confused.I counted the numbers one by one and ironed them in order. If I didn't do this, I couldn't iron the shirts. I was intoxicated by the sound of steam and the unique scent of heated cotton fabrics.After ironing three shirts and making sure there were no creases, I hung them back in the closet.Turn off the power to the iron and put it away with the ironing table.At this time, my mind is much clearer. I felt thirsty and was about to go to the kitchen for a drink when the phone rang again. I was a bit confused as to whether to go straight to the kitchen or go back to the living room, but finally went back to the living room and answered the phone.

If the woman called again just now, you should tell her that she is ironing clothes now, and you must hang up immediately. But it was my wife who called, and I glanced at the clock on the TV. It was exactly half past eleven. "How are you? "she says. "Great! ’ I said blankly. "What are you doing? 』 "Ironing. 』 "What happened? ’ the wife asked. There was a little nervousness in her voice, and she knew very well about ironing when I felt confused. "fine!Just want to iron clothes, nothing special. 』 As I said that, I sat down on the chair and switched the receiver from my left hand to my right.

"are you looking for me? 』 "Ok!Regarding the work side, there is a good job opportunity. 』 "Oh! "I say. "Can you write poetry? 』 "poetry? 』 I was taken aback and asked back, poetry?What exactly is poetry? "My friend's magazine is going to publish a novel magazine for young girls. I want to find a person who is responsible for selecting poems. It is best to write a poem on the masthead every month. The job is very simple. , the salary is also good, although it is only a part-time job, but if you do well, you may also be able to work as an editor--」

"Simple? "I say. "Please wait a moment!What I'm looking for is a job in a law firm. When did I run into the poetry picker thing again? 』 "I heard you say something you liked to write about in high school. 』 "That's news!High School News!Report on the class that won the football match, the physics teacher fell down the building and was hospitalized for treatment, and write about Larry's miscellaneous incidents, not poetry!I can't write poetry! 』 "It's not a big poem, it's just for high school girls to read, so you can write whatever you want!" 』 "No matter what kind of poetry I can't write! 』 I replied firmly, there is no reason why I must be able to write poetry! "Ugh! 』 The wife felt very sorry and said: "However, you can't find a job related to the law! 』 "I've already talked to several companies, and I'll give you an answer within this week. If it really doesn't work, think about the job you mentioned again!" 』 "Ok!That's it!What day is it today? 』 "Tuesday. 』 I said after thinking for a while. "Can you help me go to the bank to pay the gas bill and the phone bill?" 』 "OK!I'm going to buy dinner and I can stop by the bank. 』 "What do you want for dinner? 』 "Ok!I don't know yet! "I say. "I haven't decided yet, I'll talk about it after I buy it." 』 "There is something I want to discuss with you! 』 The wife changed her tone. "This is my own idea, I think you really don't have to work hard to find a job anymore!" 』 "why? 』 I asked in surprise again. Women all over the world call me as if they want to surprise me. "Why don't you have to look for a job anymore?I won't be able to receive unemployment insurance benefits in another three months, can I still idle around? 』 "I have a fixed salary, my side business is progressing smoothly, and I have a considerable savings. As long as I don't waste it, it must be enough to eat. 』 "Are you asking me to do housework at home?" 』 "You don't like it? 』 "I have no idea! 』 I honestly have no idea. "I will think about it! 』 "Think about it! ’ said the wife. "Is the cat back? 』 "Cat? 』 After I asked back, I realized that I had completely forgotten about the cat since this morning. "No!Doesn't seem to see it coming back. 』 "Can you go around and look around?It has been missing for four days. 』 I didn't respond, just moved the mic back to my left hand. "I think it's probably in the courtyard of the empty house in the back alley!"The garden with the stone carvings of birds.I've seen it there several times before, do you know that place? 』 "have no idea! "I say. "What are you doing there alone?And how come I never heard you mention it before—” "Stop chatting with you, I want to hang up!"I still have work to do!I hope you can find the cat smoothly. 』 Then she hung up the phone. After staring at the receiver for a while, he put it down.Why does the wife know the "back alley" so well?I find it very inconceivable, because you have to climb over a very high wall to enter the "back alley", and it is meaningless to do these things deliberately to enter the "back alley". I go to the kitchen to get a drink of water, turn on FM, and get my nails trimmed.Robert .Brant's new LP, but I've only listened to two songs before my ears hurt and I have to turn off the radio. Then I went to check the cat's eating plate under the eaves, and found that there was not a lot of dried fish on the plate last night, which proved that the cat still hadn't come back. I stood under the eaves, looking at the bright early summer sun shining on the narrow courtyard of my house. The more I looked at it, the more I felt that this was not my ideal garden.Because the sun can only shine for a short period of time in a day, the clay soil looks dark and wet, and there are only two or three hydrangeas in the courtyard. What's more, I don't like hydrangeas very much. In the nearby woods, there is a bird that sounds like it has been choked. We call it "Neck Neck Bird". I haven't seen its appearance, but it doesn't matter, it still comes to the nearby jungle every day, and makes its unique call in our world. Why do I have to go find the cat?While listening to the cry of the choking bird, I thought to myself, even if I really found the cat, what can I do?Persuade it to go home, or beg it to say: Everyone cares about you, go home! well!never mind!I sighed again.Wouldn't it be nice to let a cat live where it likes to live?And I'm in my early thirties, and I still can't find a proper job!Doing the laundry every day, thinking about the dinner menu, and looking for the runaway cat. Once upon a time—and I think about it—I was also an aspiring person. I wanted to be a lawyer in high school, and my grades weren't bad.In the third grade of high school, I was elected as a "model student". I was the second highest voter in my class, and later successfully entered the university's law school. At that time, I was indeed very arrogant. Sitting at the kitchen table with my chin in my hands, I wondered: What is it that has started to mess up the needles of my life?I am not sure.It wasn't a setback in a political campaign, or disappointment in college, or trouble with a girlfriend.I'm just living an ordinary life as I am. However, after graduating from college, one day I suddenly felt that the past self was not the real self. At the beginning, this feeling only happened to some small things invisible to the eyes, but as time accumulated, this feeling became more and more serious, and finally it was so serious that I completely denied myself to the point of falling. Beginning in February, I quit my law firm job, where I had been working since I graduated from school, and for no particular reason.It's not that I don't like the content of the job, nor is it that the treatment is not good, and the colleagues get along very well. Working in a law firm is where I can use what I have learned. Moreover, I feel that I have done a good job, have quick understanding, quick action, don't complain arbitrarily, and have my own views on practical affairs.Therefore, when I submitted my resignation letter, the old gentleman—the owner of this firm is a father and son lawyer, and the old gentleman refers to the father—expressed his salary increase for me and hoped that I could stay. But in the end I quit my job, why did I quit?I don't know the reason for this, and I haven't thought about the hope and outlook after resignation.I just quit my job on the pretext that I wanted to prepare for the bar exam, but in fact I didn't really want to be a lawyer. I said to my wife over dinner, "I want to quit my job!" 』 The wife just said, "That's it! 』 Then he stopped talking, after all, "Is that so! What this sentence means, I don't know at all. When she saw that I also fell silent, she said, "If you want to quit, just quit!" 』 She went on to say: "Anyway, it's your own life, you can live it however you want!" 』 As he spoke, he clamped the fish bones beside the plate. My wife went through a fashion design school, got a good salary, and got some art work from a friend who is an editor. The income is not bad, and I can also receive unemployment insurance for half a year.If I stay at home every day, I can also save on dining and transportation expenses, and my life should not be much different from when I go to work. So I quit my job. At half past twelve, I carried a large linen bag on my shoulders as usual, went to the bank to pay for gas and phone bills, then went to the supermarket to buy dinner, and then went to McDonald’s to eat a cheeseburger and drink. Had a cup of coffee. When I got home and put the food in the refrigerator, the phone rang. I felt that the ringer sounded very restless. I had to put the half-cut tofu on the table for the time being, and went to the living room to answer the phone. "The macaroni is finished!" 』 It was the woman in the morning. "Finished! "I say. "But I have to find the cat. 』 "Can't you wait ten minutes before going? 』 "sure!If only for ten minutes! 』 What is she trying to do?Why do I have to chat for ten minutes with this unknown woman. "Then let's get to know each other!" 』 she said quietly. This woman - although I know what kind of woman she is, I guess she is facing the phone, sitting on a chair, talking to me with her feet crossed. "what the hell do you want? "I say. "Even if we've been together for ten years, it's hard to understand each other clearly! 』 "Try it, will you? "she says. I took off my watch, replaced it with a horse watch, and now it's ten seconds. "Why did you find me? "I asked. "Why didn't you go to someone else but me? 』 "There is a reason for this. 』 She said these words carefully, as if she was chewing food slowly. "I know you. 』 "when?where? "I asked. "Anytime, anywhere! "she says. "These things don't matter, what matters is now, doesn't it?"Also, if you have to talk about this, time will run out quickly, so it doesn't matter if you are not in a hurry! 』 "Can you prove it to me?Prove you know me! 』 "For example? 』 "my age? 』 "Thirty. 』 The woman answered immediately. "Should say thirty and two months, is that all right?" 』 I don't know what to do, this woman does know me, but I don't remember hearing such a voice, I never forget other people's voices.I may forget someone's face, or name, but I will definitely remember their voice. "This time, it's up to you to imagine what I look like!" 』 The woman said in a seductive tone. "Is it okay to imagine me as a woman from the voice?Isn't that what you do best? 』 "I can't figure it out! 』I am. "Try it! ’ said the woman. I glanced at my watch, there was only one minute in five seconds, I sighed hopelessly, and accepted her request!However, as long as I give in, the other party will make progress. This is the experience I have gained from my thirty years of life-indeed, as she said, this used to be one of my special skills-to concentrate on listening to the other party's voice . "Twenty-seven or eight years old, graduated from university, native of Tokyo, lived in an upper-class environment when I was a child. "I say. "so amazing! 』 She said that the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette came from the other end of the phone. "Let's talk about it again! 』 "You're pretty, at least you think so, but you have a little low self-esteem.Short stature, or small breasts. 』 "Sounds like it! 』 she said with a low laugh. "I'm married, but I'm not used to it yet, and I have some problems.Women who don't have a problem don't make random anonymous phone calls to men.But, I still don't know you, or at least haven't spoken to you, so no matter what I think about it, I still can't picture you. 』 "Maybe it is! 』 she said in a calm tone. "You are so confident in your abilities?Don't you think there's a deadly blind spot in your brain, or else why wouldn't you remember who I am?Someone as smart and capable as you should not be able to remember it! 』 "Don't put a high hat on me! "I say. "I don't know who you are, and I'm not such a great person, and I also have things that I'm not capable of, so that's why I'm getting more and more deviating from the direction of life. 』 "However, I still like you very much, although this is a thing of the past! 』 "Then, let's talk about the past!" "I say. The time is two minutes and fifty-three seconds. "What is there to talk about in the past, our affairs will not be recorded in history! 』 "It will be history! "I say. Maybe, as she said, there is a dead corner in my mind, this dead corner or any corner in my body, like a lost underground world, and this dead corner is what makes my outlook on life frantic . "I'm in bed right now! ’ said the woman. "I just got out of the shower and didn't wear any clothes. 』 No clothes at all!Isn't that the same as the plot in the erotic movie? "Do you think it would be better for me to wear underwear?Or is it better to wear pantyhose?Or wear nothing at all! 』 "Just as you please! "I say. "However, I don't like to talk about this on the phone, it's not interesting at all. 』 "Ten minutes will be fine!It's only ten minutes, it won't do you too much loss, and we're just asking and answering.Do you think it's better to be naked, or to put something on.I have all kinds of clothes!Like garters...' garter?Someone is wearing a garter belt. Could it be that she is a model for "Penthouse" magazine. "You'd better not wear clothes, and don't move around!" "I say. The time is four minutes. "And my pubic hair is still wet! "she says. "It's completely dry, so it's still wet, hot and humid, very soft!It's black and shiny, very soft, do you want to touch it! 』 "I do not like--" "It's hot even below it!"It looks like freshly warmed cream, very hot!Really!Do you want to know what position I am in now?Stand up on your right knee, and spread your left foot horizontally, like the angle of ten and five minutes past the clock,' From the tone of her speech, I knew what she said was true.She literally spread her legs at a ten and a half angle and got her pussy hot and humid. "Touch your lips, slowly, and open them.Slowly!Touch it slowly with your fingertips, very slowly!Play with the left breast with the other hand, massage gently from below, the nipple suddenly hardens, repeat it several times! 』 I hung up the phone silently. Then he lay on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, smoked a cigarette, and Ma Yin stopped at five minutes and twenty-three seconds. I closed my eyes, and a colorful painting appeared. Why is this so?Why is everything wrong? Ten minutes later, the phone rang again, this time I didn't answer it, and hung up after fifteen rings. Before two o'clock I went over the fence of the courtyard and went to the back alley. The so-called "back alley" is not actually a back alley, because it is not a real road.Roads should have entrances and exits. However, the "back alley" has no entrance and no exit, so it can't be called, because at least the dead end has an entrance.People nearby call it "back alley" for convenience. The "Back Alley" is about 200 meters long and less than one meter wide. In addition, there are many miscellaneous things piled up on the road, so you have to turn your body sideways to walk here. It is said——this is what my uncle who rented the house to us cheaply said—that "back alleys" originally had exits and entrances, and had the function of connecting roads, but with the advent of the high growth period, New houses were built on the vacant land, and as a result, the roads became narrower and narrower, and the people who lived here didn't like outsiders getting in and out of their own courtyards, so they raised the small roads.At the beginning, everyone just used some rough barriers, but gradually some people used concrete walls or barbed wire to surround the courtyard in front of their homes, so this became a "back alley" with no exit or entrance. up. Why does the wife go to the "back alley"?I really can't think of a correct reason, and I have only been to the "back alley" once, not to mention that she is the person who hates spiders the most. However, no matter how much I think about it, my mind is like a mess. The more I think about it, the more chaotic it becomes, and the sides of my head start to ache, because I didn't sleep well last night, and because of the heat in early May, and because of the Weird call. never mind!Stop thinking about it, let's go to the cat!Instead of staying at home all the time, it is better to go outside for a walk, and at least there is a specific purpose. The sunshine in early summer casts the shadow of the tree on the ground. Because there is no wind, the shadow stays on the ground forever and does not move. It looks like an old-fashioned fatalist, at the mercy of external changes. I passed under the shadow of the tree, and the shadows here and there shone on the white shirt, like the uneven surface of the earth. There is silence around here, so quiet that you can even hear the breathing of green leaves undergoing photosynthesis. There are a few small clouds floating in the sky, like the clouds with sharp and simple shapes depicted in the background of medieval copper engravings.Because every rich scene I saw in front of me was profound and vivid, which made me feel even more clearly that the blank sense of non-existence in my body was about to move.Moreover, the weather was unbearably hot. I'm wearing a T-shirt, thin cotton pants, and tennis shoes.However, after a long walk in the sun, I started to feel sweat in my armpits and on my chest. The T-shirt and trousers were just taken out of the suitcase that morning, so there was still a strong smell of mothballs. The smell was like a winged insect that would secretly fly into my nostrils while I was breathing. inside. I walked carefully through the piles of waste on both sides, and walked slowly, calling the cat's name in a low voice as I walked. The houses built on both sides of the back alley seem to be composed of liquids with different specific gravity. Simply put, they are convexly divided into two forms.One is an old house with a wide garden, and the other is a new house that was built recently. New houses usually don't have wide yards, and some don't even have yards at all.The distance between the eaves of these houses and the back alley is probably only enough to see a row of clothes. Therefore, some people will hang their clothes to the back alley. Therefore, I am walking on wet towels, shirts, and sheets. among the ranks. The sound of the TV and the sound of the toilet bowl coming from the houses of the people on the side of the road can be heard clearly, and the smell of curry rice can be heard from time to time. In contrast, the taste of life in the old-style houses is less felt, and the walls are mostly surrounded by various shrubs. The wide courtyard can be seen from the gaps in the wood, and the houses are built with long walls. The Japanese-style houses in the corridor, some are Western-style buildings with bronze roofs, and some are modern buildings that were recently remodeled.However, no matter what kind of building it is, they all have a common characteristic, that is, there is almost no one who lives here, no sound is heard, no smell is smelled, and even the laundry is completely invisible. Because the scenes I saw along the way were both fresh and interesting to me, so I slowly walked towards the "back alley" while observing slowly. There was a withered Christmas tree in the yard of one house; toys in the yard of another house—tricycles, hoops, plastic swords, rubber balls, dolls in the shape of turtles.Some courtyards also have basketball hoops, while others have soup swings or various pottery tables. In another home, the door is a French window with an aluminum edge, and the layout of the room can be seen at a glance. The room has a liver red leather sofa, a large TV, decorative shelves (with a tropical fish tank on it, and two a large trophy), and a decorative lantern.It looks like a scene from a TV series, very unrealistic. There was a large barbed wire fenced dog house in a yard, but no dogs were seen inside, and the door was left open. My wife told me that the vacant house was right in front of the house with the dog house, so I found the vacant house quickly. This is a newly built two-story building, but the closed wooden sheds look very old, and the handles of the windows on the second floor are also broken. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a stone sculpture as high as the chest. The shape of the stone sculpture is a bird about to spread its wings and fly away, surrounded by overgrown weeds.The bird - although I don't know its name - looks very imposing. Apart from this stone sculpture, there are no other decorative ornaments in the yard. I leaned against the chest-high barbed wire and looked out into the yard for a while.Although I knew this would be a garden that cats like, but I didn't see any cats after looking at it for a long time.A pigeon sat on a TV aerial on the roof, chirping monotonously. The shadow of the stone bird fell in the overgrown weeds, and was divided into fragmented shapes. I took a cigarette out of my pocket, lit it, and leaned against the wire fence and smoked a whole cigarette, while the pigeons on the TV antenna kept crowing in the same tune. After smoking a cigarette, throwing it on the ground and stomping it out, I still leaned quietly and fumbled.My mind is blurred, and I really want to have a good sleep, probably because I have been staring at the bird carved in stone! I suddenly felt a human voice sounded from the bird's shadow. I didn't know whose voice it was, but I was sure it was a woman's voice, and it seemed to be calling me.