Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Seven

We looked at several hotels and they didn't meet your expectations. Either the rooms were not good or the prices were too expensive.You look exactly like how I imagined her on the west coast of America!The woman I imagined in San Francisco turned out to be you!I think there is some kind of God's will in this.And now Nathalie is the same as you in France. In order to find a suitable hotel, she took me all over Rouen.Are women all over the world the same or are all women out of my imagination?The difference is that you have to shrug your little nose when you come out of every hotel.The way you shrug your nose is as cute as that little girl in calico.Though she's dying and you're finding a place to make love.I can't help kissing you on the street because you're alike.You say you can kiss but don't be too wild, don't mess up your lipstick again.You also like the thrill but are afraid of the hassle of touch-ups.You often have to sacrifice personal enjoyment for the sake of others.In this regard, you are not as good as that little girl. Even when she is under the gun, she is generous, and she shows no pretense to all the compatriots who love to watch children being shot.You're so picky about your room, so I thought you were out of your nerves.Your fussy disease has not been cured until my death.When I was dying, you secretly came to see me from the United States. When you entered the hospital, you didn’t ask me how my injuries were and how long I could live, but you kept complaining about the glare of the lights in the ward.This brought me a final smile.

Of course I was not dead then, I followed you wandering among the idlers on the streets of Atlantis.I saw a lot of people gathered in front of a luxurious hotel, everyone had a big sign on their chest, but they were not waiting to be shot.They keep their hands in their pockets and are busy doing nothing.We Chinese are given our tags by others, but these Yankees made a tag to wear by themselves. This probably also belongs to the category of "expressing sorrow for Fu Xinshi".I showed you their expressions, and I said that expression should not be that of the person who put up the sign, but the expression of the person who put up the sign for others.You took me and hurried a few steps.You said they were on strike.You said that they were originally workers of this big hotel, and after they were fired, they asked to resume their jobs.I grabbed you and I said it's fine, if you want to spend less money and live in a five-star hotel you just listen to me, you laughed at me many times this time don't laugh at me, you go to this hotel Registered.Sure enough, we spent a quarter of the price to live in a luxurious suite.When you check in ask the white girl at the desk why it's so cheap.Miss Bai said that now is the off-season for tourism, so all rooms are reduced in price.I listened to it and laughed to myself.The room was surprisingly good.Open the curtains, and the sea you like rushes out of the night to us.You turned around and hugged me tightly.

But I noticed you still shrugged your sinuses slightly.You said that the gray tone of this room is not suitable for you.I didn't know your color palette then, your apartment in Brooklyn was the equivalent of a modern painting gallery, and the noise of colors gave me a headache.Now I think gray suits you best: you come out of the fog and end up in the fog again. After you freshen up we go downstairs and into the dining room together.When the waiter brought the menu, you said: "Only a communist like you knows how to use class struggle to get better!" All your ridicules at me are the only one that can make me laugh at myself.From the brown single-sided see-through glass, I could see the unemployed workers with placards still wandering under the street lamps on the street. Only the bleak Atlantic autumn wind lifted their placards from time to time to have a look.They blocked every tourist who wanted to enter this hotel and persuaded us not to stay in it.

Yes, I should have fought with them affectionately as "comrades" and taken over their placards to stand in the bitter autumn wind, but now I'm sitting in this colorful restaurant eating steak. However, since Russian folk songs have been shattered by gunfire, where do you tell me to find my home among the camps with various fortified barriers all over the world?