Chapter 4 Red Lantern

—— Huang Biyun (Scan proofreading: Y.Yan) Appendix original book recommendation: It's Huang Biyun again! When we read her novels, we will remember that she said: "I hate the repetition of life." "Women of the Eternal World" describes three Vietnamese women, "frightened like flowers", "revolutionary salute", and "chic and casual". Different eras have imprinted on them. When they overlap, they are changes. Uneasy history.They are like "thin wrinkles between blooming and withering" of history. "Nostalgia - Yuzilis of a Dancing Girl" describes the incompatibility and inseparable relationship between mother and daughter, the lively and unrestrained and dying despair intertwined, and as a result, people always use the words of compatibility and letting go way of living in the world.

"Red Lantern" writes about prostitutes living a hopeless and dirty life, "uncertainty is like life".In a situation where no one can rescue a woman, she actually feels that "my life is not necessarily unhappy, but just swaying like in a storm", so the so-called life form is just an adaptation to the environment. And Huang Biyun still attracts us with her astonishing imagery and strange and irreplaceable scenes.The breath of dying is narrated in euphemistic words, a person can be so difficult, no wonder she hates the repetition of life. But life is always repeated in a certain way, and no one can change it.

——Yan Dungou (Editor Director of Hong Kong Tiandi Book Company) Often standing in a long dark corridor, often standing silently in a narrow path of green grass, often quietly wearing clothes that correspond to the story: peach red silk cheongsam, snow-white beaded silk long dress, or simply a yellow and green apron in the early Republic of China.I often look at a green light bulb at the end of the corridor. When a guest comes, it shakes, uncertain like life. The life Ye Huan likes is only in a grassy corridor, with green lights shaking at the end of the corridor, and men one by one. between.There was a slightly fishy space between one man and another, and she had to wash and dry it, letting the stench of semen flow down slowly, as if she was on her period every day.She would make a cup of ice-topped light green oolong tea, open the dark green window, and imagine the bright forest outside: TOPLESS, the neon lights of SEXYCIRL, with red and purple flowers growing.Sometimes when she was in a good mood, she would strike up a conversation with a young man who passed by: "My name is Ye Huan." She put on dark green lipstick and smiled openly.

Uncertainty is like life, a green light of her life is the light of the operating room.What was supposed to be an abortion turned out to be a midwife.When she opened her eyes, she saw five bright operating lights, and the nurses and doctors were all wearing green executioner clothes. The green light of my life began here. In fact, it’s not necessarily painful, it’s just that she was born early, maybe she shouldn’t have been born at all, and she was kept in the baby box all day long, and the skin all over her body turned green. Her mother, Ye Rong, hugged her like a lifelong irreparable mistake.She was often hungry, opened her mouth and cried loudly, her face turned green from crying.Her mother gave her soured milk, barely called yoghurt cool.She ate and had green dysentery.Before he could speak, his mother was gone, and the first word Ye Huan learned was "green".

Then grow up with one man after another.I don't really know who they are, let's call them Uncle, Uncle Guan, Uncle Shandong, Uncle Nervous.One day Uncle Goose Head rushed into her room, she was playing with a Barbie doll, and killed her with an imitation 762 caliber pistol, and covered the doll's face with green Japanese mustard, the blood was green, Ye Huan Cutting off the heads of the gray caterpillars again, gathering their green blood.Uncle Goose Head hugged her, and said with a foul smell: "I'm sorry Ye Rong." Ye Huan raised his head and asked, "Who is Ye Rong?" When a few men with guns saw her, they said, "How beautiful." They took her away.

These are Uncle Big, Uncle Xiang, and Uncle Airplane. Later, I moved to a pink and green house. There were three pink and green Punches, BMWs, and Jaegers in the garage. The servants wore fluorescent green uniforms and cut champagne orange roses in the garden at midnight.Ye Huan was born with slightly curly red hair. She skipped rope in the garden at two o'clock in the middle of the night, counting ABCD.Uncle Xiang didn't come back often, but he always bought big snow bears, snow leopards, snow lions, and fur toys for her, and he held her on his lap and played with her budding breasts.Ye Huan bit her lip, enduring the torment of her nascent lust, which was so huge that it couldn't be contained.

At that time, the police were still wearing green uniforms and took Uncle Xiang away.She stood at the window and watched him leave. His body was strong and beautiful, his teeth were neat and shiny. Before he got into the car, he turned back to look at her.She hugged the snow bear he gave and cried, she thought she loved him, and at this moment she came to the suspense. Ye Huan just stood there all night, letting the menstrual blood flow slowly until it reached his heels, and then it dried up.It probably started from that night, the moon was dark green, and her life was as uncertain as a chandelier that didn't fall.She hasn't shed a tear since.

Uncle Xiang was charged with three counts of murder, two counts of assaulting the police, and seven counts of possession of drugs for sale. He was sentenced to 20 years in prison. Ye Huan has not seen him since. It was only natural to start receiving guests, and she preferred her first man to be Uncle Xiang, whose touch evokes the green fragrance of the grassland after the rain.If not to Uncle, any other man would be the same.Now she can't remember any of the clients' faces, the thickness of their bodies, or the length of their dicks, she just smiles and waits for them to finish with a very good temper, and sometimes oral sex, so she buys a lot of antiseptic mouthwash and coughs so much Her mouth was full of stings.

Standing in the long dark green corridor, at the end of the corridor is a dark green chandelier, which keeps shaking even when there is no wind.When a crying man came, she comforted him; when an insulted man came, she let him vent freely; when a shy man came, she held him in her arms, let him suck her breast, and fell asleep quietly.Occasionally, there was a virgin man, she turned off the light, but her eyes were shining with fire green light, slowly leading the man into her body.When there were no guests, she sat by the window and sang the hymn she had learned from the church opposite: "Beautiful and good Mary." I am Mary Magdalene.Ye Huan said with a smile.

Ye Huan thought, my life is not necessarily unhappy, it's just shaking like in a storm. Ye Huan began to inject morphine when he found that he was losing weight and had inexplicable pains in his body.She began to lose her hair, and her face became greener and greener: a caterpillar, spattered with green blood.Her knees were getting weaker and she was leaning on the wall, the green light at the end of the corridor was out of reach.Her guest started hitting her and pulling her hair.She didn't resist, just laughed, but her teeth fell out all over the place for no reason, like pearls and quicksilver. They all said she had AIDS.She couldn't control it anymore, she didn't want to eat or sleep anymore, she stood in the long corridor all day long, looking at the wobbly green light.

There was still a guest. "I want to see a bright green light, sir, I feel dark and cold. I want that green light." She stumbled and pointed to the green light at the end of the corridor.It was getting brighter and brighter, it was the light of heaven, her eyes were red, and her vision began to blur, as if there were five operating lights again, and the doctors and nurses in green executioner uniforms were about to kill her. "I want a lamp." She said, the clothes on her body had been ripped off by the guests, and her wax-green body exuded the clean breath of death. "Too bright, this light," she said.The man couldn't help but insert her anus.Her pupils dilated, but her body was no longer calm and serene, and the blood vessels in her eyes were swollen and burst: "Oh, it really shouldn't be like this." The man pulled her hair, but he pulled it off, and her head was dripping. Blood, already half bald.She had a bowel movement. "Damn bitch." The man came and hit her again: "Smelly bitch." She thought she was going blind, it was very bright, a flickering green light, she stretched out her hand, but before touching the light bulb, the light was gone off. In fact, the lamp of her life has never been turned on. Everything is just an illusion in her groping, an illusion we call "hope".