Chapter 3 third chapter

It was so hot at night that the eggs could be steamed half-cooked. I pushed open the heavy door of the jazz bar with my back as usual, and took a deep breath of the cool air from the air conditioner.Inside the bar, there is the smell of cigarettes, whiskey, and fried potatoes.And armpit smell sewer smell.Like annual ring-shaped western food snacks, they are piled up one after another. As usual, I took the seat at the end of the counter and sat down, with my back against the wall, and looked around: Three French sailors in rare uniforms, their two female companions, a couple of 20-year-old lovers, that's all.There was no sign of a rat.

I ordered a beer and a corned beef sandwich, took out my book, and waited slowly for the rat. About 10 minutes later, a 30-year-old woman in a beautiful dress with a pair of grapefruit-like breasts came in, sat down on the seat next to me, looked around like me, and ordered Jim Light Cocktail.But after taking a sip, he leaned away and made an annoying phone call.After finishing the phone call, he grabbed his handbag and went into the toilet again.In the end, within 40 minutes, she did this three times: taking a sip of Jim Wright, making a long phone call, holding a handbag once, and drilling into the toilet once.

The owner of the bar, Jie, walked up to me and said with displeasure: "It's no wonder you don't rub your butt off!"Although he is Chinese, he speaks Japanese much more playfully than I do. After returning from the toilet for the third time, the woman glanced around, slid to my side and whispered: "Well, sorry, can I borrow some change?" I nodded, collected the change coins in my pocket, and arranged them on the table: 10 yuan, 13 coins in total. "Thank you, it's all over now. If you exchange it in the store again, people will be unhappy." "It doesn't matter, the burden on my body is lightened because of this!"

She nodded with a smile, quickly put away the coins, and disappeared towards the phone. I simply put down my book and asked to put the portable TV on top of the counter so I could drink a beer and watch the baseball broadcast.The game was very good: In the first four innings alone, two pitchers, including two home runs, were hit with 6 balls.An outfielder became anemic from his haste and passed out.In the time it takes to change pitchers, add six commercials: Beer, Life Insurance, Vitamins, Civil Aviation, Potato Chips, and Menstrual Belts. A French sailor, who seemed to have been robbed by his girlfriend, came behind me with a beer glass in his hand and asked me in French what I was looking at.

"Baseball." I replied in English. "baseball?" I briefly explained the rules of baseball to him: The guy pitches, the guy hits with a bat, and every run gets a run.The sailor stared at it for five minutes.At the beginning of the commercial, I was asked why there was no Shuk.Pocos and Johnny.Aridi's tape. "No one likes it," I said. "So, which of the French singers is the most popular?" "Adam Mo." "That's Belgian." "Michel Pornelev." "Shit! With that said, the sailor returned to his table. The woman finally turned back when the first five rounds of baseball were hit.

"Thank you. How can I treat you?" "Never mind." "I have to repay what I borrow. That's my character, whether it's good or not." I wanted to smile, but I couldn't, so I nodded silently.The woman called to Jay with her fingers and ordered beer for me and Jim Wright for her.Jay nodded exactly three times and disappeared into the counter. "It's been too long to wait, isn't it, you?" "like." "The other party is a girl?" "male." "Same as me. It seems that words can be speculative." I nodded helplessly.

"Hey, how old do I look like?" "28." "lie." "26." The woman smiled. "It's not unpleasant. Like single? Or have a husband?" "Is there a prize for guessing right?" "It's not impossible." "Married." "Oh... half of it. Divorced last month. Have you talked to divorced women before?" "No. But I met a cow with neuralgia." "Where?" "University lab. Five guys pushed it into the classroom." The woman smiled happily. "student?" "Ok."

"I was also a student in the past. The 1960s was a pretty good time." "What's a good place?" She didn't say anything, just chuckled and took a sip of Jim Wright.Then he glanced at his watch as if suddenly remembering. "I still have to make a phone call." As she spoke, she picked up her handbag and stood up. After she left, my question lingered in the air for a while because it was not answered. Halfway through the beer, I asked Lai Jie to pay the bill. "Are you trying to escape?" "yes." "Hate older women?" "It has nothing to do with age. Anyway, when the rat comes, I will say hello."

When she left the shop, the woman had already finished her phone call and was going into the toilet for the fourth time. I whistled all the way home.This is a piece of music that I have heard somewhere, but I can't remember the name.It's an old song from long ago.I parked the car on the coastal road, looking at the sea in the dark night, trying to think of the title of the song. It's The Mickey Mouse Club Song.I think the lyrics are like this: "Our favorite password, MICKEYMOUSE." It might really be a good time. ON How are you all tonight?I was so happy that I was so angry, I wish I could share half of it with you. NEB radio station, now is the time for the familiar "Popular Songs On-Demand Program".From now until 9:00 p.m., your favorite hits will be played non-stop for two enjoyable hours on Saturday night.

Sultry songs, nostalgic songs, soothing songs, dance-like songs, disturbing songs, disgusting songs, all welcome, just call and order.Do you know the phone number?All right, be careful not to dial the wrong number.The person who calls is unlucky, and the person who answers is troubled-don't call the wrong phone.Well, the reception starts at 6 o'clock, and the reception lasts for an hour, and the 10 phones in the station are ringing continuously.By the way, don't you want to hear the phone ring? ...How about it, is it powerful enough?Alright—well, that's it.Go ahead and call until your fingers snap off.There were so many phone calls last week that the fuses went off, causing trouble for you all.But it doesn't matter this time, it was replaced with a special cable yesterday, which is as thick as an elephant's leg.No, it's much thicker than elephant legs and unicorn legs. Even if you hit it, you can hit it boldly and hysterically.Even if everyone on the station is hysterical, the fuse will never trip.Okay?Okay, well, it's really annoyingly hot today, let's lighten it up with some pop music, shall we?The beauty of music is here, as is the lovely girl. OK, the first song!Listening quietly, it is really wonderful, the heat wave is swept away!Brooke.Wetton: Rainy Night in Georgia.

OFF ...ah...it's so hot... ...Hey, can't the air conditioner be enlarged? ...it's going to be hell... Hey, forget it, I'm drenched in sweat... ...That's right, that's right... ...Hey, my throat is thirsty and smoking, can anyone bring me a bottle of Coke that is so refreshing? ...It doesn't matter, I'll go out as soon as I take a pee.I have such a strong bladder... yes, anyway... ...Thanks, Yumiko, it's good now... Hey, it's very cold... ...Hey, there is no bottle opener... ...Nonsense, how can you use your teeth to open it? ...Hey, hey, the record is almost out, there's no time, stop kidding...Listen, corkscrew! ……brute…… ON Great, that's called music.Brooke.Whedon, "Georgia in the Rain," cool off, huh?By the way, what do you think the highest temperature is today? 37 degrees, 37 degrees!It's too hot even in summer, it's like a stove! Well, the temperature is 37 degrees, so to speak, rather than staying alone, it’s better to hug a girl to cool off.Do not believe? OK, enough idle time, let's play the record.Creedes.Krivett.Liben Barr: "After the Thunderstorm".bring it on! OFF ...hey, that's ok, I've opened the bottle cap with the mic stand... ... Well, it's delicious... ...It doesn't matter, you won't hiccup, you are really worried... ...I said, what about baseball? ...Is the other station broadcasting it? ... ...Hey, wait a minute, why doesn't the radio station have a radio?This is a crime. ... ...Understood, okay, okay, I want to drink beer this time, it's cold... ...Hey, it's terrible, I'm going to hiccup... Well…… At 7:15, the phone rang. Right now I'm leaning on a wicker chair in the living room, sipping beer from a can and grabbing cheese crackers to eat. "Hello, good evening. I'm the popular song on-demand program of NEB radio station. How about listening to the radio?" I quickly rushed the remaining cheese biscuits into my stomach with the beer. "broadcast?" "Yes, the radio. It's the best thing that civilization has bred...well...much more sophisticated than an electric vacuum cleaner, much smaller than a refrigerator, much cheaper than a television set. What are you doing now? " "Reading." "Hey, no, then. You must listen to the radio! Reading can only make you lonely, right?" "Oh." "The thing about the book is to pass the time while cooking vermicelli, understand?" "Ok." "Okay, uh... well... looks like we can talk. Say, did you ever talk to the hiccupping announcer?" "No." "So, it's the first time today, and I'm afraid it's also the first time for everyone listening to the radio. Speaking of which, do you know why I called you during the broadcast?" "do not know." "To tell you the truth, there is a...uh...a girl who wants to give you a song on demand. Do you know who she is?" "have no idea." "The song on demand is Beachy Boyz's "California Girl". It's such a nostalgic song. How about it, should you remember it this time?" I pondered for a moment and said I couldn't figure it out at all. "Oh...it's not easy. If you guess right, I can give you a special T-shirt. Think about it!" I turned my head again.I feel that there seems to be something appearing and disappearing in the corner of memory—although it is very ethereal. "California girl...Bizzy Boyz...why, remember?" "So it's like a girl lent me the same record about 5 years ago." "What kind of girl?" "I found contact lenses for her on a school trip, and in return she lent me a record." "Contact lenses?...Did you return the record?" "No, I lost it." "That's not good. Even if you buy a new one, you have to pay it back. Borrowing it from a girl but not repaying it...uh...that means borrowing it but not repaying it, do you understand?" "clear." "That's good! She lost her contact lenses on a school trip five years ago, of course she's listening to the radio, right? Oh——, her name?" I said whatever name came to mind. "Ah, I heard that he is going to buy the record and give it back. That's good. . . . What's your age?" "twenty one." "In the prime of life. Student?" "yes." "……Well……" "Oh?" "What did you study?" "biology." "Hey... like animals?" "Ok." "Where do you like animals?" "...It's because it doesn't laugh." "Hey, animals don't laugh?" "Dogs and horses are kind of funny." "Hey, when are you laughing?" "When happy." I suddenly felt angry like I hadn't felt in years. "Then... oh... it's not a bad idea for a dog to be a comedian!" "You must be up to the task." Hahahahahaha. "California Girl": Girls on the east coast are so charming, Fashion will smile. Southern girls are more reserved, Walking and talking are assembled. Most of the young and gentle in the Midwest, My heart beats fast when I see it. The northern girls are so cute, It makes people feel warm all over. If all outstanding girls are California's... On the afternoon of the third day, the T-shirt arrived. The next morning, I put on the sharp, brand-new T-shirt, wandered around the port, and pushed open the door of a record store in front of me.There were no customers in the store, only a girl was sitting at the counter, drinking Coca-Cola while counting the receipts with a tired expression.I looked at the record rack, and suddenly found that the girl looked familiar: it turned out to be the girl without the little finger who was lying in the bathroom a week ago.I said "Oh", and the other party looked at my face in amazement, then looked at my T-shirt, and then drank the remaining Coke. "How do you know that I work here?" She said helplessly like him. "By chance, I came to buy records." "What record?" "California Girls by Beachy Boyz." She nodded in disbelief, stood up, walked to the record rack with a few strides, and turned back holding the record like a well-trained dog. "Is this okay?" I nodded my head, still stuck my hands in my pockets, looked around the store and said: "And Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 3." She didn't make a sound, and this time brought two coins. "Glenn Gould or Backhouse, which one is better?" "Glenn Gould." She put one on the counter and sent the other back. "Davis Miles with Garr in Kalk." It took her a little longer this time, but she came back with the record in her arms. "also?" "OK, thank you." She spread out three records on the counter. "Here, all you listen to?" "No, a gift." "Pour generously." "Like." She shrugged awkwardly and said "five thousand five hundred and fifty." I paid and took the wrapped record. "Anyway, I sold three copies thanks to you this morning." "That's good." She breathed a sigh of relief, sat on a chair at the counter, and began to recount the bundle of receipts. "Alone on duty often?" "There is one more, going out to eat." "And you?" "She came back and went again for me." I took out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it, watched her operate for a while, "Here, if possible, can we have dinner together?" She shook her head without raising her eyelids and said: "I like to eat alone." "me too." "Really?" She held the receipt under her arm impatiently, and took Hubbards.Pizar's new record was placed on the record player and the needle dropped. "Then why did you invite me?" "Occasionally I want to change my habits." "It needs to be changed by one person." She changed the receipt in her hand and continued to operate. "leave me alone." I nod. "I think I said it last time: You are worthless!" After speaking, she pursed her lips and flipped through the receipt with 4 fingers. When I walked into the jazz bar, Rat was resting his elbows on the table, looking at Henry with a sour face. James' novel as thick as a phone book. "interesting?" The Mouse lifted his face from the book and shook his head. "However, I have really read a lot of books, since I talked to you last time. Do you know "I prefer gorgeous hypocrisy to barren truth"?" "have no idea." "Roger Bedim, French film director: There is also this saying: 'I can have two concepts that are opposed to intelligence and make full use of them at the same time.'" "Who said, this is?" "Forgot. You think this can really be done?" "Liar." "why?" "Come here at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, hungry. I opened the refrigerator, but there was nothing. What do you think?" The Mouse pondered for a moment, then laughed out loud.I called to Jay, ordered beer and crisps, then took out the record and handed it to the rat. "What is this?" "birthday present." "Next month!" "I won't be around next month." The Mouse took the record in his hand and began to meditate. "Really! Lonely, if you're not around," the mouse opened the package, took out the record, and stared at it for a long time. "Beethoven, Piano Concerto, Glenn Gould, Boston. Oh...none of them. What about you?" "No." "Anyway, thank you. To put it bluntly, I'm very happy."