Chapter 7 Chapter VII

There is only one person in the room, not only does the tiredness disappear, but there is also a kind of unreasonable excitement that is just around the corner in the loneliness. once Upon a time?Weeks ago, days ago, hours ago...you looked forward to this night.You see her at the exit.Among people of all colors all over the world, you'll think of that common line in old novels that she "comes for you."Because of the sure date, the joy of meeting appears extremely peaceful.You silently kissed each other's cold cheeks, and the hands you held were tightened and then loosened.That cheerful mood with a slightly sad tinge that you've been longing for will turn the strong reality into a light dream.You floated out of Oakland Airport without your feet on the ground, lighter than any plane that took off from here.The clear twilight of the west coast of the United States melts your flesh into it.You are two transparent butterflies, flying over all the steel and cement welded buildings.Your colorless wings have the classic colorful spots on Yue opera costumes because of thousands of flashing neon lights.

As the orange sun sinks deep into your homeland, you're here eating oysters in a candlelit restaurant in Fisherman's Wharf. The darkness outside the window is boundless.The whole Pacific Ocean is but a silent lake with no name.The fine waves are licking the shore, gurgling to convey the fairy tales of hometown to you. You sit opposite each other, and the lingering candlelight makes your love look both ancient and fresh and exotic.You don't need to be artificial, you don't need to show off the last bit of flair to each other.You are two ships crossing the ocean, leaning close together without washing away the dust.The rippling waves give the same rhythm to your blood.As you sip whiskey on the rocks, you look for light in the darkness outside the glass window.The troubles and confusions on the other side are unable to cross the vastness of the ocean, so when we arrive here, there is only a gentle veil left for those heavy burdens, which gives you nostalgia without feeling.You remember the anxiety in a comfortable way, and the anxiety in the past will become unnecessary and extremely ridiculous.

Where are you from?How have you lived?Where are you now? ... All this was lost in the melodious and lazy trumpet sound of Jean Clarde Porillet.What matters is this moment, what matters is this moment, what matters is that you two are together. There are no pin-point glances here, no whispers that would induce rashes.The cups are mixed with each other, and the ears are hot and the wine is intoxicating.The blond waitress has snowy skin, corn and cheese, no wonder everyone loves Marilyn Monroe's Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.The old white man slit the oysters expertly.He has a Chekhov beard, but you're reminded of a Maupassant novel.Thank goodness!You are not as poor as the uncle in the novel.

Sitting here, you can see vague longing and burning lust in each other's faces.Only her eyes and beautiful face are in the soft candlelight.Her eyes were full of longing at the moment.The round candlelight rounds hers, and you will remember that once during sex, she asked you what kind of psychology a man would feel if he found the woman's face under him very ugly.So you realize that she is so beautiful today because you are very grateful for your presence.Soon the smells of your testicles and whiskey are filling the foreign air together.As midnight falls, a certain expectation stubbornly rises to reality.Across the table, you can feel her belly rapidly expanding and contracting, so you can't wait to call the waiter.The only thing that reminds you that you are now in another country is that you have to tip and have taxes added to the bill.

You left hand in hand, leaving your scorching body temperature on the leather seat. Then, you come to a cheap and clean surname salary house.When you get off the bus you hear the sound of the sea.But the dim light in front of the door can't reach the sea, making the atmosphere even more mysterious.You imagine the pair of lamps in front of that door are from the nineteenth century. No need to ask, this hotel must have been selected by her based on her experience of living in Beijing for many years.When you are with her, no matter when and where, you will feel that everything in life is very complicated and needs to be calculated, and she has the ability to make a complicated life extremely simple.

After taking the keys, you slowly ascend to the reserved room.In the elevator, in front of the hotel servants who carry your suitcases, you cuddle together.In the mirror built into the wall, you see your arms around her plump waist. Entering the room, all the items seem to be considerate, and the Kingsize bed is waiting for you just like her.The purple curtains shut out the strange world.This is a safe barrier, you will not feel the noise of that color at all.Two red roses were inserted in the white flask by the bedside, and the center of gravity of the room fell on it at once.Drawers and chests of drawers are empty, but make you feel a sense of possession.It doesn't matter whether you are in the motherland or in a foreign country, as long as you are with her, your land is under your feet.You undressed peacefully.All that has been said has been said.You also carefully stretched the seams of your trousers and hung them in the closet.You both took a peaceful shower.While she was in the bathroom, amidst the stirring sizzling of water, you were so calm that you even went over your schedule and dug up a few phone numbers you had to call tomorrow morning, ironically one of them Still Jinghui.

Then, as if you are a couple who have been together for many years, you are still lying on the bed with a certain distance at the moment before indulgence, just wrapping your fingers around your fingers.You deliberately tortured each other's lust to the limit.Lust, like wine, grows stronger the longer it exists.It wasn't until you both felt the life rushing to burst in your body through the roof the Americans put up that you rolled over and kissed her throbbing breast. When you find that her eyes are full of fear again, she is embracing the coming climax with all her body and mind, and you feel that the gun is pointing at your head, so you are more forging ahead, maybe you will think that although there is a gun pointing at you After all, fate is not kind to you.