Chapter 5 fourth quarter

Is he really that ruthless?One day a few years ago, he knew that Foo had betrayed him.To say the experience was bizarre would be an exaggeration.Anyway, that betrayal wasn't all that terrible.That day, during the meeting, Jean-Marc left.Everyone took the opportunity to attack him and slander him, which later cost him that job. (It was an unfortunate but not so severe loss as he didn't enjoy the job).Foo was there, but instead of standing up for Jean-Marc's interests, he just sat in his place without saying a word.His slender arm, capable of graceful gestures, made no movement for his friend.In order to avoid mistakes caused by rashness, Jean-Marc also made a careful and careful investigation.He wanted to see if Foo had really kept silent.When he fully understood the truth of the matter, he felt deeply hurt.So he decided not to go to Foo again.But he was immediately overtaken by a sense of relief, an incomprehensible pleasure.Foo had just finished talking about his misfortune.After another silence, his little mummy-like face suddenly glowed with a strange light: "Do you remember that conversation we had in high school?"

"I don't quite remember," said Jean-Marc. "When you talk about girls, I always listen quietly. Because, you have always been an authority on this matter." Jean-Marc tried to recall, but there was no trace of that conversation at all in his memory: I was only a child of fifteen or sixteen at that time, what could I talk about about girls? "I can still imagine standing in front of you," Foo continued. "We were talking about girls. Do you remember? I said, I always thought it was so beautiful." It's shocking that your body must secrete like us. I tell you, I can't stand a girl wiping her nose. I can picture you again. You stop and stare Me. Then you say very bluntly and firmly in a weird but sophisticated tone: Wipe your nose? All I can see is how she blinks, how the eyelids on her cornea move .I feel an irrepressible loathing about it. Do you remember any of this?"

"I don't remember," replied Jean-Marc. "How did you forget? That eyelid movement. What a strange idea!" Jean-Marc was telling the truth, he really didn't remember.Moreover, he didn't want to remember at all.He's thinking about another thing: that's why people need friendship: it gives you a mirror into which you can see your past.In this way, you will not forget the little things when you get along with your friends. "The eyelids. You really don't remember?" Foo didn't seem to get a satisfactory answer. "I don't remember," said Jean-Marc.He thought to himself: Don't you understand that I don't give a shit about that mirror you gave me?

Foo seemed tired, and he fell silent, as if the memory of the eyelids had worn him out. "You rest." Jean-Marc stood up. When he left the hospital, he found himself with an overwhelming desire to see Chantal immediately; if he hadn't been so exhausted, he would have shaken it off.On the way to Brussels, he planned to go to the place he wanted to go after enjoying a delicious breakfast the next morning.But after meeting with Fo, he changed his mind and moved up the departure time to five o'clock the next morning.