Chapter 6 Chapter Six

It was Jinghui who opened the door to greet him, and took him affectionately to the living room. The last time he passed through San Francisco, he also stayed at her house temporarily.Jinghui, this kind of name and this kind of woman are not from the mainland.With so many people in contact, he can tell the origins of the same Chinese people almost by smell.She can't be said to be pretty, but from the gait from the lawn to the living room, it can be seen that she has never walked even a step in the parade, let alone going to the mountains and going to the countryside to jump in the team for training and so on.She teased a surprisingly small old dog lazily in her arms with her slender fingers.Well-kept nails rubbing against well-kept fur.

Do you remember this gentleman?she asked.He could only smile at the dog: "I still remember it's called Freyton." She immediately cheered up sincerely, and praised his memory and all the care he had for his friends. You are mistaken, my dear lady!He was ashamed: mainly because of the name you gave the dog.Freyton--the word liberty has been terrified in us for so many years, and it cannot be shouted aloud until today. The year before last, when he petted this dog for the first time, he thought that all the animals in the world have the same identity only with human beings.This dog can no longer be called a dog.If I put it in the countryside where I stayed, all the dogs in the village would think it was a cat and beat it to the top of the wall.So he thought, "Decentralization", the operation of this kind of personnel system, does have its necessity.Jinghui, the little girl who ran away from Shanghai, and the wife from Taiwan, told about what she saw and heard when she returned to the mainland last year, speaking softly in a voice that had never been corrupted by shouting slogans.He sipped his coffee slowly, as if listening to a nostalgic song.At this time, there was the sound of rain outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The rain was dripping thinly on the leaves of a tall elm tree in the middle of the courtyard.Freighton raised his head slightly, and his eyes were full of sadness yearning for the green grass.The rain diffused into the house, and there was a kind of hypnotic desolation.He held back his yawn, trying to recall what this lady in America was like in that year.He vaguely remembered that she had appeared in a dream later.A sexy waist; her feet are also very slender.Entwined with wisteria, that foot was shining white, and it flew past my eyes like a bird.Other than that, he couldn't remember anything.But why she actually appeared in the dream, it took a lot of thinking.He also thought that what he should have seen today was another woman but saw her. Could it be that there is something wrong with it?

Thinking of this, he heard her talking about the elementary school she went to and the past earnings.That house is located on Huanlong Road, next to Fuxing Park. "It's rare that the house is so well preserved, and the house is still the same", but there are so many people that it is "scary to death"!He carefully put down his coffee cup and gave her a sympathetic smile. The living room was set out entirely from the best pictures in the family magazines.Therefore, even small items such as lighters, ashtrays, etc. seem to indicate that they are not things to be used; the reeds that he often sees in the labor camp have been dried, and they are extremely delicate when inserted in bottles.The progress of the world probably lies in the dehydration of all natural things.A drawing-room may be decorated with a dog such as Fretton, but the mere presence of a human being immediately destroys its artistic mediocrity.It occurred to him that human beings also do not have identity.

The old city appearance that this lady appreciates is exactly what millions of Shanghai citizens feel bitter about.I remember that summer when I went to Shanghai and stayed in a big hotel next to Nanjing Road.As night fell, almost half of the houses on the nearby roads had set up pavements on the sidewalks.Families flooded the streets in the homes like water.Girls openly dream their secret dreams under street lamps.An old woman hugged her little grandson by the revolving door of the restaurant, greedily enjoying the artificial air-conditioning brought out by each revolving door... He finally couldn't help but yawned while covering his mouth.

A yawn reminded the hostess.Jinghui hurriedly put down Freighton and led him to settle down in the guest room.Dinner was cooked by Jinghui.She presumes all men according to her husband's taste.Several dishes are of good texture but do not put a little salt.During the meal, Jinghui said with frustration that her son has been completely Americanized, and only sends a New Year's card every Christmas. He usually has no contact with his father on the east coast or his mother on the west coast.He picked up a piece of white and tender shellfish, and a tender and tender North Korean woman appeared in his mind.Ginny, as if that was her name.

Qiao, Jinghui's husband, and his relatives on the east coast of the United States, once drank coffee and lamented that Taiwanese women are not as gentle and lovely as they used to be.He said that he was surrounded by another woman from North Korea, who turned out to be a massage girl living in New York. "Is it South Korea or North Korea?" He asked stupidly at that time, because North Korea really impressed the mainlanders too much. "Of course it's South Korea! Everyone in North Korea is a spy." Joe declared flatly.Sure enough, Joe brought Ginny to dinner later.At the dinner table, Ginny looked like a pretty maid all the time, and every knuckle in her hand had a dizzying dimple.

"How? Would you like me to take you to a place where you can experience the style of Korean girls? It's absolutely safe to ask Ginny to introduce you." Seeing him shaking his head with a smile, the importer and exporter who grew up in the United States said the following: "In the past few years, because of business contacts, I have had a lot of contacts with people from mainland China. All the people from mainland China The funny morality shown is all about sex (sex), but in other respects it is exactly the same as the people from Taiwan!" As good or as bad?Or equally good and bad?

Gently shrouded by the light yellow light, he peeled the fruit and glanced at Jinghui guiltily.She was clearly not aware of Ginny's existence yet, and was still babbling about her husband.When people are not around, the name is also a kind of comfort.He was suddenly moved by her, and felt the cold wind blowing moss in this modern building. Because he was faced with a lonely woman, his heart was doubly lonely.He couldn't help but slightly shrugged his shoulders.Oh, throughout the ages, the same story is being performed in any corner of the world.The joys and sorrows of men and women have already been fixed in a few modes.What the father did, the son did, and the son did what the grandson did, and the sons and grandchildren are endless.The world shows its immutability in changing.