Chapter 2 Chapter two

The plane began to descend in thick clouds.A sharp whistling sound of metal sounded from nowhere in the cabin.The white, black, and yellow faces are all tense and exhausted, like birds perched in a strong wind.His heart and mind also suddenly became heavy.Beijing-Tokyo-San Francisco, she also took this route.It seemed to follow her.But he knew in his heart that what was lost has never been found; love has always developed in a straight line or several parabolas; there is never a dotted line of intermittent love in the world. He remembered taking her home one day, and the taxi driver slipped a cassette into the player, the first tune.This American movie episode, which has been overused by countless restaurants, music cafes, and street vendors, suddenly has a sense of freshness in the hypocritical night made of red, green, and white lights, as if it means something.In the warm car, he held her hand, and she held his hand.Every part of the hand represents every part of the body, and a certain part of the body is represented by a certain part of the hand.Looking at the vast city that flows backwards, they can caress each other's whole body.They hoped that their love would fluctuate in such a large span as the melody of this piece, and when it drops to a low note, it is also the beginning of a high note.But what is love?He's been asking himself this question ever since he's had a chance with a woman.He didn't get an answer until he died.When he managed to open his eyes for the last time, he saw five crescents rising into the sky at the same time.

At that time, he thought that love can't always hover on the low note expressing longing, it needs to explode on the high note.So, strip off all the shiny clothes, love is nothing but naked physical contact! A few drops of water from outside the sky dripped on the porthole, pulling out seven or eight parallel water threads, trembling slightly on the gray-white resin glass and the gray-white sky.The filtered air in the cabin is damp, lingering lazily on people's faces.It is conceivable that a cold rain is falling on the west coast of the United States.At this time, the coolness of a foreign country suddenly surged from the bottom of my heart.He was looking forward to her meeting him at the airport.Only she can connect the two sides of the Pacific Ocean.She is that familiar land.

When he was sixty-five years old, he recalled that all stages of his life were connected by women, and the days without women were all out of memory.Perhaps this is why the word "man" can become a whole concept? He once delivered a letter in a post office in Beijing.Although I handed the letter behind the "international mail" counter and wondered if I had written the wrong date and flight, I was still not in the mood to ask for it and check it again.If she wants and has time, she will check with the airport.Flights from Beijing to San Francisco are infrequent.There is a test hidden here.

She once wrote to him telling him that it is best not to hang up overseas calls.It's not that he's afraid that the jet lag will disturb his sleep, but that there's another person beside her, he thinks so.The original triangle became a quartet that couldn't be coordinated.Maybe this awkward voice is another song?