Chapter 9 81-90

81 The car stopped in front of the hotel lobby, and the waiters came to open the door politely. Their clean and neat movements left a deep impression on me. I walked into the automatic revolving door and entered the lobby. I looked back at the waiters, and they were already under reception. A taxi, for a while, I stopped in my tracks, dreaming, I thought of myself as a doorman, when Chen Xiaolu came out of the hotel, I opened the door for her, and the moment she got into the car with a man in her arms , suddenly saw me close the car door for her, when the car left, I waved to her, looked at her in the rear windshield and turned her head frequently, pretending to ignore it, which made her full of suspicion, but the car had gone away in vain, like the passing of time A few years later, I still stood in front of the restaurant every day, wearing a uniform, opening the car door for people, and was deeply intoxicated by this fascinating job, determined to do it to the end. One day, when I opened the car door, Chen Xiaolu suddenly appeared, bent to get out of the car, I even put a few tips into my hand, and I bowed lightly, watching her Tingting enter the revolving door. At that moment, the restaurant suddenly collapsed, and then disappeared without a trace in a moment. Wearing a uniform, standing in front of a cemetery, guarding this peaceful cemetery, and opening the car door for those who want to enter the cemetery every day.I would go around the cemetery when I was resting. During the day, the cemetery was quiet except for a slight breeze in the sky. But at night, the cemetery was brightly lit, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a decent restaurant with bright lights. , smilingly welcoming visitors from all over the world, I was puzzled there, until I happened to find out by chance that the place I was in was not beside Chang'an Avenue in Beijing, but in Brestonia, Romania. ——The hometown of vampires in the legend, and I have become a ghost, lost the pain, hovering in the world like a bad wind, happily opening the car door for people who come and go between yin and yang, and take it as my satisfaction.

Thinking so wildly, I realized that I really started to walk like a ghost, until I walked to the coffee seat at the front of the lobby. I scanned all the seats with my eyes, but I didn't find Chen Xiaolu's shadow, so I walked lightly to the western restaurant inside , there is a glass counter with various cakes at the entrance of the western restaurant. I passed the counter and then went in. The sound of soft music came to my face. A young man in uniform led me inside. I kept my eyes on it. Follow him to a corner and sit down. "What do you want sir?" "Black Forest."

"anything else?" "a cup of coffee." The waiter leaves. From where I was sitting, I could almost scan the entire coffee shop. I looked up, but I didn’t find Chen Xiaolu. I stood up, walked a few steps, and scanned the corners I couldn’t see. I still didn’t see Chen Xiaolu. .For some reason, this disappointed me a bit. Immediately, I breathed a sigh of relief, walked back to my seat, sat down firmly, took out a cigarette from my jacket pocket, and started smoking. I like to eat the Black Forest here, which is a creamy cake with a layer of chocolate on it. I ate everything in a short time, this is an experience I have never experienced, I mean, in the middle of the night, I ran into a restaurant alone, ate cakes and drank coffee in a first-class environment, and during the moment of eating, I even heard The music was playing, and the restaurant was empty. I mean, for a spacious hall that can accommodate hundreds of people, it seems a bit deserted with only three or four tables occupied.I stood up and wanted to leave, but I thought again, it would be absurd to come here to eat a cake in such a hurry, and after eating something, I felt empty in my stomach, so I called the waiter, picked up the menu, and ordered in one go Spaghetti, half-ripe steak and broth, ready to eat a big meal, when the waiter left, I actually stood up and walked around the table without idleness, and my mood was completely relaxed .

Just as I was passing the door, Chen Xiaolu walked in headfirst. She lowered her head and carried a small black backpack on her back. She flashed past me, and my heart rose to my throat, as if I had some kind of premonition, Chen Xiaolu Slowly stopped, turned around, our eyes suddenly met in the air, for a moment, due to no preparation in advance, both of us were there, not knowing what to do. I opened my mouth, but unfortunately no sound came out, but Chen Xiaolu quickly returned to normal, walked in front of me, and said to me irrelevantly: "Are you here too?" Then I turned my head and looked around with my eyes, as if looking for my accomplice.

I let out an "hmm" and said nothing. "You came by yourself?" Chen Xiaolu turned her head and looked at me in surprise. "Ok." "Coincidentally, I just asked for food and then went to the bathroom to wash my hands—" I nodded: "How are you?" "Let's sit and talk, where are you sitting?" She pulled my arm very naturally. "there." Chen Xiaolu and I walked back to the table where I was at the corner of the restaurant and sat down together. Chen Xiaolu picked up the cigarette case I left there on the table, took out one from it, lit it with a match, and started smoking.

I could see that she was as overwhelmed as I was, if not more overwhelmed than I was. "You dated someone?" I asked. "Just me." "How strange." I sighed. "It's weird enough." As if to prove our words, the waiter came over and served Chen Xiaolu's food one after another: a piece of bread, a salad, a glass of juice, a piece of cheese, a piece of fried fish, a soup, and a pack of cigarettes. There was a small table full, followed by mine, and we had to stand up and change tables to put down the food, and then we ate, and it was a very weird atmosphere, because the whole time, we Never spoke.

This meal made me so overwhelmed that I was on the verge of collapse, but in order to appear to have something to do, I had to pretend to be very hungry and swallowed the food again and again until the plate was empty. After Chen Xiaolu only ate two slices of bread, she kept sipping the glass of juice slowly. When the waiter took away the empty plates, I raised my head and tried to say something to Chen Xiaolu, but no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't think of something to say. Chen Xiaolu looked at me for a while, sighed, lowered her head, her hair spread out, covering her entire face, after a while, I heard her whisper to me: "Actually, I miss you a lot."

I didn't hum, just sat there motionless. "My husband just left, and he lives here these days." I nodded, still speechless. "I'm afraid of answering your call in front of my husband. I was thinking about calling you just now in front of the bathroom door." Hearing this, I stretched out my hand, grabbed her hand on the table, and held it in my hand. Thoughts about breaking up had already been thrown into the sky. "My husband used to visit me once a month, but this time around, he always came here to persuade me to marry him." "What do you think?" I asked.

"I didn't agree. He was very angry when he left just now, and dropped his phone. Every time, I took him to the airport. This time he took a taxi and left by himself." "yes?" "Take me to your place. I want to be with you tonight. If I don't meet you, I'm going to find you too." Hearing this, I gripped Chen Xiaolu's hand even tighter. 82 Chen Xiaolu and I walked out of the China World Hotel, it was still raining, every few steps we walked, we would stop to hug and kiss, I hugged her so hard that I could even hear her joints snapping softly, Chen Xiaolu and I When we were kissing, we acted very crazy. When we walked to the parking lot like this, we were covered in raindrops. Chen Xiaolu found her car, and I got in. We drove out of the parking lot and onto Chang’an Avenue, with the windshield wipers on the windshield. A fan was swept out on the glass, and the sound of the motor inside the car was so low that it could hardly be heard. Chen Xiaolu drove the car onto the Jianguomen Bridge, and just got off the bridge, not far away, turned into the side road, and suddenly stopped under the shadow of a tree. She threw herself on my chest and rubbed her face against it. I felt the buttons of my shirt brush against her face. She turned sideways, panting, and stretched a thin arm under my clothes, and then simply Pulled off my blouse from below, kissed my chest and lower abdomen, and finally crawled over and sat on my lap, with her head on the roof of the car, her hands tightly wrapped around my neck, biting my hair, I heard her whispering something, I felt as if she was pushing me into the seat with both breasts, unable to find a position that could make it hard, finally, she slowed down, and then I heard her say I said, "I really want you to fuck me here."

After all, go back to the driver's seat, start the car, drive the car up the Andingmen Bridge, and then drive downstairs to me. She got out of the car and looked up at the dark tall building. In the rain, I heard her ask Me: "Where are your windows?" I walked to her side, hugged her, followed the direction of her finger, I also looked up, it was a blur, where could I find my window, in the darkness, only raindrops fell silently from the mid-air, Straight into my eyes. "You know, I came here the night before, but I didn't know that window belonged to you, I only knew that you lived on the twelfth floor, and there were three windows on the twelfth floor with lights on, but I couldn't tell the difference Do you live in a lighted window or a dark window."

"Why didn't you call me?" "I—I don't know if I have enough time to sleep with you—these days, I want to sleep with you almost every day. I want to sleep with you very much." "Let's go." "Zhou Wen—" "what?" "I've been so mean to you." "Don't say that, I treat you badly." "No, you don't understand, I treat you badly." I hugged her tightly, as if I was afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye. "You said—" she pushed me away and smiled at me, "if I yell loudly tonight, will others hear me?" 83 When we were making love, Chen Xiaolu really yelled loudly, the voice was surprisingly loud, even though the windows were closed, I can guarantee that everyone in the building could hear it, that night, Chen Xiaolu acted very crazy, unbelievably crazy, I don't even believe that such a small body of hers can have so much strength, as soon as I stopped, she said to me: "Don't stop, don't stop, I want, I want." 84 To this day, I think about Chen Xiaolu and what she wanted from me. For some reason, I just can’t figure out what she wants. , she speaks straightforwardly, and she is very clear about specific things, but, aside from those specific things, I can't see her real inner world, including her feelings for me, and I still can't figure it out. Sometimes, I feel As she said, she misses me and enjoys being with me, and sometimes, I don't feel that way. 85 At dawn, we sat on the bed together, I was smoking while listening to the music on the stereo, Chen Xiaolu was holding two or three "World Movies" found on the bookshelf, flipping through them randomly, and holding a bottle of "World Movies" in my hand. Take a sip of the bottled sweet milk from the refrigerator from time to time, looking satisfied but not tired. "Hey--" "what?" "I'm leaving tomorrow." "what time tomorrow?" "afternoon." "where to?" "A restaurant, locked there to write scripts." "how long?" "One month, maybe two months, until the writing is finished." I drew circles on her back with my hand. Chen Xiaolu's back is very narrow, and her spine is revealed when her upper body is shaken a little. The two shoulder blades are very small, like two epaulets falling to her back. She put the magazine aside and glanced at me: "I'm just talking now—do you want me to pack your things for you?" "It's packed, look." I tapped the suitcase on the ground with my chin. "One room per person?" "yes." "A standard room?" "Maybe." "So, I can see you?" "Of course, we can also have dinner together. We can just sign the bill downstairs. It is said that there is a Chinese restaurant and a Western restaurant. The food is not bad. In addition, there are game consoles and a swimming pool in the restaurant." "If I go to see you, don't you even have a girl?" "of course." "It doesn't cost money yet." "of course." "Do you want me to see you?" "If you are free." "Is someone watching you?" "There is a producer who will check our progress in a few days and go to the restaurant to look at the list. If we eat too well, he may remind us, but if we work together, there will be no such things. question." "Do you think I'm really going to see you?" "I have no idea." "I'll go, but—" She looked at me. "But what?" "But you are not allowed to go to those girls in the restaurant." "You mean waiter?" "Play dumb! I mean those who provide special services! They told me you don't have to pretend to be anything nice in front of me." "In front of you, I am willing to try my best to pretend to be better." "why?" "Pretend to show you, make a show, okay?" "you--" "I promise you." "Then, take out the condoms in your suitcase." She held out her hand to me, and kept twitching her fingers inward. "And, you are not allowed to buy them in restaurants." "No." I said, "If you don't believe me, you can look it up yourself." "Forget it—it's too tiring to open such a heavy box," she sat back and stretched, "However, you have a reputation of not lying, and I am interested in you only because of this reputation. " "real?" "But I see that in these days you've learned--have you?" I nod. "How did you find out?" "Correct it—use practical actions." "Ok." "Go and get it! You're so reluctant!" She raised her voice, and then pushed me hard to enhance the effect. I turned over and got out of bed, went to the suitcase, opened it, rummaged for a while, found two boxes of condoms, went to bed, and handed them to Chen Xiaolu's outstretched hands. "Look at it! Look at it! Two boxes! Ten pieces! Twenty times! You don't want to mess around! Are you going to write a script?" "Look, you're wrong! I brought this to Zhao Dongping, who wrote the script with me. Even he may not need it. His wife is very concerned about money, so the money he brings out is limited. Negotiating prices with girls can’t be reached in most cases.” "Sneaky, sweet-talking—man." Chen Xiaolu opened the carton of condoms, took out one, squeezed it in her hands, and smiled: "Look, it's quite fun to slide around." "give you." "I don't want it! You have really bad taste. You can't even buy condoms, and you don't know what to do! Let me tell you, don't buy this Japanese brand in the future. Look at what you buy. Look, It’s super thin! Look, it’s thorny! It’s so gaudy, what! It’s just a matter of buying another bottle of oil—are you tired!” "It's exhausting—it's exhausting!" "It's a blind buy." "Really." "Let me tell you, don't believe these things in the future, buy DUREX if you want to buy it, be sure, do you hear me?" "Until I see a psychiatrist, I'll listen to you when it comes to sexual health care." She smiled triumphantly: "What a mess. Literati—" Shaking her head again, "There are so many problems that I can't even say something like fucking, even if I say it, it's worthless. It’s really useless—don’t worry, your penis will be in my hands from now on.” Then she slapped me lightly, then grabbed my hair, and made my face face towards her: “Don’t talk so erratically in the future Turn around, like this," she pointed her nipple at me, and squeezed her breasts hard: "Look, look, mark my words—if you're unfaithful to me, I'll—sick you to death!" After that, he let go of his hand, raised his head regardless and laughed loudly. Seeing her ecstatic smile, a burst of ecstasy welled up in my heart, without any reason, I immediately decided that Chen Xiaolu was 100% my angel. 86 My god, you are the kind of person who looks better than the picture, you are the kind of person who looks good in sleep, you are the kind of person who can make me laugh out loud, you are the kind of person who can live without music The people dancing in the shadows of dirty lights in Beijing can sing you with hymns from the Bible too much, wrap you around and caress you with the most delicate tenderness, and water you with the purest water. You are not exaggerated, you are so cute, even cuter than cute, you are a wonderful flower growing in Beijing, every street, every house, every gust of wind, every beam of light will tremble because of being able to surround you , And rejoice. 87 The next afternoon, when I was taking a taxi with my suitcase, Chen Xiaolu bid farewell to me, kept saying "call me", kept kissing me, pinching my fingers, and hitting my butt with her body. Lower abdomen, she wears sunglasses, slender neck, narrow shoulders, and small stature. In the sun, I can clearly see that she can easily put on a posture that is inseparable from me.Of course, in my eyes, that is the posture of a fairy. I took a taxi to the entrance of Beiying on the edge of the third ring road. The producer was waiting there in his BMW. Zhao Dongping had already arrived and was playing with the two Toshiba notebooks the producer had prepared for us in the car. I moved my suitcase out of the taxi, put it in the trunk of the BMW, and got in the car. The producer drove us himself and sent us to a hotel near Shijingshan in the suburbs of Beijing. The hotel has a beautiful environment and no tall buildings. The buildings are connected by corridors, and there are small gardens in the middle. The guest rooms are very comfortable, quiet and tidy, and the height of the desk is also suitable. The producer settled me and Zhao Dongping, and left. Said to Zhao Dongping: "Call me if you have anything to do, take care of the script, write it well if you can, the director is waiting to shoot, the actors are waiting to act, the TV station is waiting to broadcast, the audience is waiting to watch, I'm waiting to make money, I know you're stuck here in distress, there's nothing you can do, write quickly, leave early, I'm more anxious than you." When Zhao Dongping nodded and said, "Okay, okay," he had already walked five or six Mi, suddenly turned around again: "Don't go back to the city, once you go back, your friends will hang out, and Xiaomi will lose your heart—" "No problem." Zhao Dongping and I answered him in unison. "I can call your guest room once in half an hour." He still told us worriedly. "We don't answer." Zhao Dongping and I replied in unison again. 88 Zhao Dongping is in his thirties. He looks upright and lives a very regular life. I mean, besides getting up at seven in the morning and going to bed at ten in the evening, he has another characteristic of his own, that is, His obsession with cleanliness, he will clean himself every two hours. For example, most people wash their hands after urinating. This is human nature, but few people do it any further. It’s hard for the kind of person who goes down to do it, you can’t imagine what else to do after urinating besides washing hands, but Zhao Dongping’s strength lies in his ability to think, I know how he does it, First he flushes the toilet, three times, then flushes the toilet, then takes a shower, of course, mainly the penis, then the bath towel, then the soap, then puts on his clothes, and that's it.So, he can take ten times longer to do something than the average person. I say this because I wrote a script with him before. We happened to live in the same room at that time. I just remember that he was always in front of me. The little bee behind me kept busy, and I was so dizzy that I couldn't write a word. I privately think that he did this because, deep down, he was always anxious about being dark. Because he was dark, he thought he was dirty and unclean, so he had to clean himself frequently. Now, of course, I have never mentioned this explanation to him, even if he treats me as a psychiatrist and pays me 500 yuan per hour, I will not tell him the truth, because this person will not listen to a word that disrespects him, of course Well, if you praise him casually, most likely he will think that you are mocking him, but if you praise him to the point, he may suddenly get carried away, and naturally he will reveal a little awesomeness. Needless to say, just moved into the new environment, Zhao Dongping has a lot of things to do, I went to his room after connecting the laptop, he was separated from me by three rooms, I opened the door and went in, only to see him Dressed at three o'clock, using both hands and feet, sweating profusely with a towel to scrub the bathtub in the bathroom. I knew that he still had a lot to clean, so I nodded and returned to my room. 89 I called Chen Xiaolu, told her my address, room number and phone number, and then told her the route to get here. Chen Xiaolu told me to speak slowly, she wanted to write it down, so I said it slowly again , she said to me: "Remember--let me ask you, have you started writing yet?" "I'm going to sleep for a while, watch TV after dinner, go for a swim, and then read the materials before I start." "What time is that?" "It's about twelve o'clock in the evening." "Start now." "why?" "Because you have to start doing other things at twelve o'clock at night." "What are you doing?" "Fuck me." "Really?" "Don't forget, you bought twenty condoms—you don't want to waste your money, do you?" This is Chen Xiaolu's logic, I like her moving logic, so after hanging up the phone, I immediately seized the time to read the materials and write the script. 90 Sometimes, writing scripts is a kind of disastrous experience for me. It is a disaster, but it is quite scary, especially for TV scripts. , the most unbearable jokes in costume dramas, jokes, as the name suggests, are not true, and they are just nonsense. Its contemporary significance lies in putting dissatisfaction with contemporary reality in ancient times. Let's talk about it, such as the suffering of the common people, the rampant corruption of officials, the good life of the emperor, etc. In the end, as a good wish, justice defeats evil, and the whole drama ends.and then?I mean, what happened after the show ended?No one cares about this kind of problem, not even me as a screenwriter. What I care about is that when I write a story, the righteous party often has nothing to do except to be ruthlessly tossed by the evil party. This makes me write I can't help but come to the conclusion as I write, perhaps, justice is the kind of thing that is often played by evil.It was a very discouraging conclusion, but, in the process of writing the script, I realized that I couldn't do otherwise, because the story is such a thing that I can't change it by racking my brain.The ending of the story also really annoys me because the good side has to come up with a surprise, after so long ordeal, after so much bad luck, the good side can come up with a trick, I just can't figure out what happened before What are they doing. Of course, this is what I thought of in the process of writing scripts in the past. In fact, what I wrote was just a playful drama series of ancient costumes, but this time I didn’t have so much emotion. I sat in front of my notebook and flipped through I didn’t even play poker and digging mines, so I kept writing quickly. Apart from flipping through the materials, my hands almost never left the keyboard, and I was completely immersed in the story. The characters are moved, and even out of kindness, let the lovers in the novel take off their clothes and sleep in a good inn, and let them get a windfall. I know why I am like this, when I get a certain news, I will be like this, I will focus on the matter at hand, even if I make spaghetti, I will be meticulous, forgetting myself, I am no longer dazed, no longer anxious, No more restlessness, but certainty about what was going to happen, and because of that certainty, I stopped thinking about it and was able to forget it. Yes, I am sure that Chen Xiaolu will come to see me, I am sure that she will belong to me, I am sure that I can be with her in the future, I am sure that my angel will share another life with me Be sure.I am in good condition, the bad wind has stopped, the rainstorm has subsided, the dark clouds have dissipated, and even the hidden reef has been circumvented. I seem to be sitting on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean Sea, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sweetness of life, just like Pu Rust said, I have reached that state of bliss, which is to be sure of what I want to believe. I was writing the script, when it was time for dinner, Zhao Dongping came over and asked me to have dinner together, I said to write for a while, he saw me like this for the first time, full of suspicion, sat next to me, and kept asking this and that, which annoyed me Dead, in fact, I don't want to see anyone except Chen Xiaolu, I don't want to hear anyone's voice except Chen Xiaolu's voice. I was lonely and pitiful and had no mercy, and I only hoped that he would leave quickly, so I suddenly stopped writing, rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, sat on the toilet and shouted to him: "Go and eat by yourself, I will take care of you." Go after that." Through the door, I heard Zhao Dongping curse a few words, and when I left my room, I immediately ran out of the bathroom and continued writing. I used writing to forget the long time waiting for Chen Xiaolu. I knew that once I stopped, I would It will show a anxious look, scratching my head, wandering around, and fidgeting. In order to prevent such ridiculous performances, I don’t think about food and drink, and write with all my strength. I only rest for a while after writing an episode. For a moment, just for a moment, just for a moment, I was scandalized without anyone watching. I ran to the corridor, glanced in the direction Chen Xiaolu came from, went back indoors, turned on the TV, and changed a few After closing the table, I sat on a chair and drank a cup of tea. I accidentally held the cup firmly, causing 30 milliliters of scalding yellow liquid to pour into my crotch. Embracing a pillow, calling Chen Xiaolu's name, sticking his head to one end of the pillow, rubbing his face against it, embracing the middle of the pillow with one arm, while groping the other end of the pillow with his other hand ——This is not the most ridiculous thing, the most ridiculous thing happened on my penis, just when I stretched my hand to the other side of the thin and broken pillow that every hotel room has, the penis suddenly flickered Lift - my God! As I write this, my hands stop for some reason, and the sweat is coming down. I don't know about others, but I feel embarrassed when I tell my own ridiculous things, even if I use the most cheeky attitude, with love The same goes for writing with someone's mentality.