Chapter 5 ride games(5)

9 This is an unreasonable game.Its eccentricity is illustrated by the fact that, although the lad is playing the strange driver extremely well, he is staring at his girlfriend as the hitchhiker all the time.This is really choking.He watched his girlfriend flirt with strangers, and he saw more closely what she said and did when she was cheating on him (when she had cheated on him, when she was going to cheat on him).He uses her infidelity as an excuse for his awkward situation. It was all over now, for he had more respect for her than love.He always thinks that she has got home with her natural integrity and purity.But beyond these limits, she is not herself, just as water is not water beyond its boiling point.Now he saw the girl nonchalantly crossing the obnoxious range, and he was very angry.

The girl came back from the bathroom and explained, "A guy sitting over there said I was pretty." "What's so strange about that," said the boy, "you look like a kiln girl." "You know I don't care at all?" "Then you should go with that gentleman!" "But I have you." "Find him after you're done with me. Go get his vote." "I don't find him attractive." "It doesn't matter to you if you hang out with a few people overnight." "If they're all good-looking, of course it doesn't matter."

"Would you rather have them come one by one, or all at the same time?" "Whatever," said the girl. The conversation is getting heated; it surprises the girl but is irresistible.Even in a scene there is actually no freedom; even for the actor a scene is a trap.If this hadn't been a scene, the two of them really didn't know each other, and the hitchhiker would have left angrily.However, there is no reason to escape from a scene!Just like an unfinished ball game and an unfinished game of chess, you can't give up halfway.The girl knew she had to clean up the mess precisely because it was a play.She knew that the more climactic the scene was, the more it should be a scene.She should try her best to play well.And no matter how much you contribute your talents and love, it's useless. She has seen through it. It's just acting anyway, so there's no need to be so serious.Fortunately, this is just a play, so she doesn't need to be frightened or frightened, as long as she doesn't feel the truth.

The boy called the waiter to check out.Then he stood up and said to the girl: "Let's go." "Where are you going?" the girl pretended to be surprised. "Don't ask, just follow me," said the young man. "How can you talk to me like that?" "That's what sister Yao and I said." The young man replied. 10 They went up the dimly lit stairs.Before reaching the second floor, I ran into a group of drunks leaning against the wall of the toilet.The young man hugged the girl from behind and put his hands on her chest.The drunks next to the toilet yelled at this.The girl wanted to break free, but the young man yelled loudly: "Don't move!" This group of people came to the girl with foul language and foul language.The boy and the girl went up to the second floor, he opened the door of the room, and turned on the light.

The room seemed cramped, furnished with two beds, a small table, a chair, and a washbasin.The young man locked the door and turned to the girl, who was standing defiantly in front of him, her eyes sparkling with lust.He stared at her, trying to find the familiar figure he had been fascinated by beneath her slutty exterior.It is as if he sees a double image from one lens, and the double image overlaps with each other.The interplay of these double images told him that all that was the girl's true nature, that her soul was a complete hodgepodge of loyalty and infidelity, innocence and treachery, chastity and lust.This grotesque image was like a garbage platter, and it made him sick.The double images continued to appear together, and the young man suddenly realized that this girl was different from those dirty women on the surface, but she was the same in her heart.His earlier private speculation about her sexual misconduct had been confirmed, and he couldn't help feeling slightly jealous.The single and clear impression of her was just an illusion, and it was his wishful thinking.The girl he loved was only a wish, a thought, a belief of his, and the real girl stood before him a hopeless stranger, almost elusive.He hated her.

"What are you waiting for? Take off," he said. The girl lowered her head frivolously and said, "Is it necessary?" The tone of her voice sounded very familiar to him; it seemed that some other woman had said it to him before, but he couldn't remember who.He was going to disgrace her, not the hitchhiker, but his own girlfriend.This time the fake show came true.A game of seducing a hitchhiker turned into a game of toying with his own girlfriend.The boy forgot that he was acting.He just hated the woman standing in front of him.He stared at her, took a large fifty-crown note from his wallet, and handed it to her:

"Is it enough?" The girl took the ticket and said, "You don't think I'm worth so much." "You're not worth more," said the lad. The girl moved closer to the young man. "You can't come to me like this! You have to try different approaches, come up with something new!" She put her arms around the boy and brought her lips together.He put his fingers over her mouth and gently pushed her away.He said: "I only kiss the women I love." "Do not you love me?" "do not love." "Then who do you love?"

"What's none of your business? Take off!"