Chapter 8 Chapter 8 The Story of "The Infatuated Girl"

"good morning." "Good morning, Valenti." "Molina, how is it when you wake up and don't feel sad anymore?" "Yes, I seem to be really relieved... Right now, I don't think about anything." "Molina, if you're feeling good, stop thinking about it. Whatever you think about, it'll just get you down." "And you?" "Me? I'm not going to think about anything, I just want to read a book. That was my lifesaver. " "Do you regret what happened last night?" "No, I never take regret medicine. The more I think about it, the more I believe that sexuality itself is pure and innocent."

"Valenti... I've never been this happy before, only when I was a child, whenever my mother bought me a doll to hug, I was so happy." "Can you think of another beautiful movie story... When I finish the book, you can cook and tell me stories at the same time." "Okay, what kind of movie do you like to listen to?" "What you really like. Don't think about whether I like it or not this time." "Is it true?" "It's the truth, Molina. You know what I want to hear right now? It's a bit ridiculous to say..." "I wonder what is your favorite among the toys your mother bought?"

"doll……" "Hahahaha... tell them to open the door, otherwise, I'm going to pee in my pants..." "Why are you laughing so hard?" Molina asked in surprise. "Because... ouch, I died laughing... ouch, I'm going to be a psychoanalyst eventually..." "What's wrong with that?" "It's nothing... I just want to confirm the relationship between myself and that, that toy... Are you sure that you didn't like toy soldiers when you were a child?" "Yes, my favorite doll with the golden braids, the blinking eyes, and the Bavarian costume."

"Oh, tell them to open the door... I can't take it anymore, I can't believe you..." "I think that's the hardest laugh you've ever laughed. I swear it." While dinner was cooking, Molina spoke about his sixth film story. "This story happened in a coastal city in Mexico. A majestic villa, brightly lit all night.At dawn, a masquerade party was drawing to a close.Most of the guests went home early and went to bed, only a few couples stayed and continued to dance, and one of them was still wearing a mask.The Sunday of Confession in Veracruz has finally come to an end, the sun has risen, and Lent has arrived.The pair of dancers who still wear masks are the most eye-catching: she is tall, with a slender waist, her hair is parted in the middle and loosened to her waist, her small nose is straight and straight, and there is a hoop made of coins on her forehead.And he is tall and burly, with dark skin, a thick beard, and wavy curly hair on one side.

"He told her that the band would play the last dance and that it was time to take off the mask. But she disagreed, saying that the night would end with each of them not knowing who the other was, because they would never meet again. He He stubbornly removed his mask, revealing his beautiful and handsome face. He also told her repeatedly that he would wait for her forever and never let her slip out of his fingers. He lowered his head and looked at When she saw a rare gem-encrusted ring on her finger, she quickly asked if it meant a formal engagement. She replied that it was. She asked him to sit in the car and wait for her to come out. She had to do it all over again. Make-up. He complied and waited and waited outside, but she never appeared again. The film panned to the capital of Mexico. The young man turned out to be a reporter for a major daily newspaper. One afternoon, he was working at his desk, occasionally Noticed an article. This piece pieced together a scandal revealing that a smash hit actress-singer is retiring with a powerful tycoon after retirement. The article doesn't mention this tycoon His name, but anyone with a discerning eye can clearly see that he is a giant who makes many important people fear, and roughly belongs to the Mafia. The article also has a large number of photos. Looking at the photos, the young people can't help thinking: this beautiful The woman, who rose to fame as a current satire and became a very successful stage actress, announced her retirement while her artistic career was just beginning.

For some reason, the woman looked quite familiar.In one photo, he found that she was also wearing a rare jeweled ring on the hand holding the champagne glass aloft, and the cloud of suspicion disappeared immediately.He quietly inquired about the beginnings of the scandal that was brewing.Colleagues told him that once this news was published, it would definitely cause a sensation.All they have to do right now is try to get more photos, like her undressing on stage.In a word, the time to appear in the newspapers is just around the corner. The young reporter also got her address because colleagues were spying on her.He paid her a visit and was amazed by the ultramodern apartment she lived in.The lights in the room are all dark devices, making it impossible to tell where the lights come from. All the furniture is covered with pure white taffeta.She sat on the couch and listened carefully to his words. The young reporter narrated the scandal and volunteered to destroy all the photos for her to prevent the article from being published.She thanked him repeatedly.The young reporter asked her if she was really lucky to be locked in a golden birdcage?She expressed that she did not want to hear such words from him, but she also confided the truth to him.It turned out that although she had climbed to the pinnacle of success, she was exhausted physically and mentally after the terrible torture.She trusted a man and was deceived by him.The man is extremely rich and has traveled all over the world with her.But as soon as he got home, he became more and more jealous, confining her at home, lest other men come into contact with her.

Tired of being a prisoner without freedom, she begged him to let her go back to the stage, but he coldly refused.The young reporter said that for her, he would risk everything. He was not afraid of that tycoon. She looked him straight in the eyes and took out a cigarette.The young reporter went over to light a fire for her and kissed her.Instead of avoiding, she hugged him tightly and kept saying: "I want you..." The two of them lost their self-control under a sudden impulse... When he suggested to her to run away together, she was afraid up.The young reporter told her not to be timid, the two of them could travel all over the world together.She offered to postpone it for a few days, but the young reporter said categorically that it was either now or never.He pulled her, pushed her, rocked her, trying to get her out of her fear, and she reacted in the opposite way, thinking that men were all the same, that she didn't want to be a man's plaything anymore, and this time she was going to make it her own.After hearing this, the young reporter strode to the door. He never wanted to see her again.

She suddenly became angry and asked him to wait a moment.She approached the bedroom and took out a wad of banknotes, saying it was for him to help destroy the article. With all his strength, he threw all the money at her feet, and then walked away.When he walked to the street, he couldn't help feeling somewhat remorseful, knowing that he was too reckless.He didn't know what to do for a while, and finally came to the bar and poured alcohol into his belly desperately.Through the smoke in the bar, he vaguely saw a blind man sitting at the piano. He was playing a slow, sad piece of music that they danced to at the Shrovetide Ball.The young reporter drank and drank, began to write lyrics for the dance music, and opened his mouth to sing: "Although you are...a prisoner, in your secluded home, in your heart, you still whisper...I love you.Your eyes light up the shadows, your smile brings deep pain, your lips, I remember... lied... I ask myself if I ever loved those two red lips, their kiss so Enthusiastic, so enthusiastic..." The next day, the newspaper office was busy up and down, and everyone mobilized to find that article. Obviously, it was impossible for people to find it again, because the young reporter had locked it in his drawers.

The article disappeared, and the editor-in-chief canceled the selection of the topic, and the young reporter was relieved.After hesitating for a while, he dialed her number.On the phone, he asked her for forgiveness, and finally offered to meet her again.She said yes.Just when she was packing up and going on a date with the young reporter, she couldn't help but hesitate again.At this time, the tycoon walked in.The tycoon is over fifty years old, his hair is gray and white, and his body is a bit fat and bulky, but as a man, he looks pretty good.Seeing that she was going out, he asked her where she was going, and she replied that she was going shopping.He immediately wanted to go with her, but she politely declined, and the tycoon became suspicious, but he did not accuse her publicly, pretending to be nonchalant and saying: 'Go, buy whatever you want. 'Once he finds out she's lying...Of course, he won't take revenge on her personally.He knew very well that he could not live without her.But he wants revenge on any man who dares to approach her.The tycoon said goodbye and left, and she went out too.

At this moment the young reporter was sitting waiting for her in a trendy bar, looking at his watch from time to time, slowly realizing that she was not coming again.He ordered another double whiskey.After another hour, two hours, he was completely drunk.He walked out of the bar stiffly and returned to his office.He asked his fellow workers to bring him a cup of coffee, and he wanted to use his work to make himself forget everything.The next day, he came early.The editor-in-chief was very happy to see him working so hard, because this day was the most stressful time for publishing.He worked wholeheartedly and handed over the articles assigned by the editor-in-chief early.After the young reporter left the newspaper office, he moved to the vicinity of her home without anyone noticing.He couldn't help but rang the doorbell of her apartment anyway.It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and she was having tea with the tycoon.The tycoon gave her an unexpected gift—an emerald necklace, specifically to apologize for provoking trouble yesterday.After hearing the maid's report, she ordered that she was not at home.While speaking, the young reporter rushed into the room.Seeing that he had already come in, she went along with the flow and entrusted the matter and disk to the tycoon.The young reporter couldn't see her affectionate appearance holding the tycoon's arm, and a burst of anger rushed straight to his forehead.He said the whole thing made him sick, and all he wanted now was to forget her forever.After all, he left angrily, but he left a piece of paper on the table.She picked it up and saw that it was the lyrics he wrote just for her.The tycoon stared at her intently: tears welled up in her eyes, and she could no longer hide the fact that she was in love with the young reporter.The tycoon glared at her viciously, and asked her what she thought of the reporter.She couldn't answer his question, she just felt something choked in her throat.But she sees Tycoon’s face flushed, and she swallows it and says that the reporter means nothing to her life, and that she’s only ever dealt with him because of the article.Tycoon asks for the name of the newspaper and discovers that it is relentlessly investigating his mafia ties.He asked the young reporter's name again, saying that he wanted to bribe him.The girl was terrified, knowing that his real purpose was revenge, and she refused to speak his name.Furious, the tycoon slapped her hard, pushed her to the ground, and walked away angrily.

"Let's talk about the lad. He's kind of ruined. He doesn't want to go to work anymore. He hangs out in pubs. The papers send for him, call him, and he hangs up as soon as he hears his boss's voice. The phone dropped. Days passed. One day, he suddenly saw on the newsstand that the newspaper he used to work for had published a notice that the next issue would carry the exclusive news-the now retired, once popular star. He was trembling with anger, and immediately ran to the newspaper office. It was late, and the newspaper office had already closed the door, but the person on the night shift let him in without any doubt. He walked into his office and found that the newspaper office The colleague has already pried open his drawer, and the desk has been occupied by another reporter. He will go to the printing factory immediately, but the printing factory is far away from the newspaper office. The machine drums poured out. Desperate, the young man picked up the hammer and destroyed the entire page of the newspaper on the spot. This action cost thousands of pesos, and the newspaper kicked him out of the trade union and made him He could never resume his career as a reporter. He wandered around, drunk again and again, and became unconscious. One day, he came to a beach, looking for old memories: Veracruz. At the foot of the pier, a face In the low-level bar by the sea, a local band is playing a miserable song. The young man took out a knife and carved the lyrics on the dirty wine table full of names as he sang. The lyrics are as follows:' When they talk to you about love and its charms, they give you the sun, the moon and the stars... If you still think of me... don't say my name, because your lips want to remember..., what is love anyway ...if they ask about your past, lie that you are from a strange world...' He began to imagine her face, and actually saw her under the brandy glass. She came to this bar , full of tears, looking at him affectionately. They both ended the song in a low whisper: "Because I have found love and restrained all kinds of sorrows, I will never cry again...," he wiped After removing the tears that blocked his sight, he realized that she was not by his side, and that there was only his own reflection under the wine glass. So, with all his strength, he threw the glass against the wall, and the wine glass instantly turned into powder." "Why did you stop talking?" "..." "Don't put on such a face, as I said, you are not allowed to have an unhappy mood today, no!" "Don't shake me like that... I'm scared of you." "Don't infect me with grief, and don't frighten you... The only thing I want to do is to keep my word and make you forget all the ugly things. This is what I vowed in the morning to do. Don't be too discouraged ..." Another day passed, and night came again. Molina sighed and said, "I don't know what's going on outside tonight?" "Not too cold, I guess, but damp," "Hmmm, maybe. Valenti, the humidity always makes me sensitive and itchy. But tonight I don't have that itch." "I feel good too." "Is the meal to your liking?" "Okay, the meal..." "Stock is running out, lad." "It's all my fault, Molina." "We were both at fault for overeating. But at least we can have some cheese and bread and mayonnaise tomorrow..." "let's talk tomorrow." "Valenti..." "what?" "I want to tell you something, but don't laugh." "I think... if you fall asleep, don't wake up again. Of course, thinking of my mother and thinking that she will be lonely makes me feel uneasy. I tell you, there is nothing I want more than to die. " "But you have to finish telling me the story first." "Uh, there's a lot more, I can't finish talking tonight." "Don't forget, this may be the last movie story you tell me." "Maybe so, only God knows." "Before going to bed, let's talk about the last paragraph." "Talk until you get tired and want to sleep." "Okay. Where was the last time?" Valenti asked. "The girl made up her mind to leave the tycoon. She decided to fend for herself, and she felt ashamed to continue living like this. Tonight, she will be performing for the first time in a nightclub, rehearsing in the afternoon. She is obviously nervous at the thought of appearing in front of an audience again." , her hands were trembling, but her eyes were full of infinite tenderness. She asked the prompter for a cigarette, stood in front of the Greek column next to the dance hall of the nightclub, and began to discuss the meaning of the lyrics with a deep and melodious voice. Introduction: 'Everyone says...you can forget when you're gone, but I swear...that's not the case at all...From the last moment we were together, all I know from now on is...remorse.' The hidden band accompanies her, and she sings: 'You stole the kiss I treasured for you in my heart...is this you? ’ During the short pause of the band, she strolled rhythmically to the center of the room, turned around, and sang again: ‘The heart of love is burning, how can you leave! ...When you find that my heart has been lifted...with incomparable ecstasy...you, but you are far away...weeping like a child, looking for the joy I gave you that day...'Although the song is over, but she She seemed to have completely forgotten herself, and only the young reporter was in her mind.All the people watching the rehearsal gave her warm applause.She happily walks back to the dressing room, thinking that the reporter will return to work after learning that she left Tycoon.However, a heavy blow awaits her.The tycoon had bought the entire nightclub, and the nightclub was ordered to close before she could take the stage for an official performance.In addition, she also received a warrant of arrest. It turned out that the tycoon had bought off all the jewelers, saying that no cash was paid for the jewels in her possession.She realized that the damned giant had made up his mind to obstruct her work, and wanted to force her to return to him obediently.But she was absolutely unwilling to give in to this. She made an agreement with her manager that she would do everything and wait for a chance to sign a good contract before performing. " "And that young reporter in Veracruz, who by now has used up all his savings to the point where he has to go out and look for a job. He can no longer be a reporter, his name is on the trade union Blacklist. Days of heavy drinking left him with sagging facial skin and a sloppy appearance. No one wanted to hire him, so he had to work as a hard laborer in a sawmill. Due to lack of energy and a sharp loss of appetite, he swallowed every bite He couldn’t go on, he just felt thirsty all day long. One afternoon, he finally collapsed from exhaustion and was taken to the hospital. He had a high fever and called out her name while talking nonsense.” The workers went through all the documents on him, found her address, and called her in Mexico City.Fortunately, it was a kind house manager who answered the phone, and he delivered the message to the girl.The girl was now renting a small room in a cheap boarding house, and when she heard the news, she was ready to leave for Veracruz—but the most difficult thing came: she had no money for a ticket.The boss of the boarding house, that old, fat, obnoxious guy, heard that he wanted to borrow money from him, but he refused.She said good things and kept a smile on her face, and then the old man let go and said, okay, but there is an exchange... Then you saw him sneak into her room at night. "She walked into the ward slowly, and walked towards the young reporter step by step. All the patients in the ward focused their attention on her. She was dressed plainly in white, with her hair tied back and without any jewelry. She is beautiful. However, her nothingness has another meaning for the reporter, she has got rid of the luxurious lifestyle provided by the tycoon. When she saw him, she couldn't believe her eyes because he became It's too strong." At this time, the intern doctor came and told the reporter that the attending doctor told him that he could be discharged and go home.Right now, all he needs is to pay attention to his body, to keep healthy, and never touch alcohol again.The reporter asked with a wry smile, where is his home?The girl hurriedly replied that he had a home, and now she would take him home—she had borrowed a house in the suburbs of Veracruz in advance.The house is not good, but it is shaded by coconut trees blown by the sea breeze.As soon as she arrived at the residence, she saw that he was too weak, so she hurriedly made the bed for him to rest.He lay, clasping her hand, and kept saying that he would soon recover, for he had been so delighted by her presence. "Days passed, and under her loving care, he recovered. But he was also a little restless, because she never let him go to the fancy hotel where she worked. Every night before she went to sing, she didn't let him go." Let him accompany, at most let him deliver to the door. Slowly, jealousy got into his mind again. He asked her, why did a singer like her not report? She replied that it was to prevent the tycoon from hearing about it. As for not letting him show up at the hotel, the reason was simply that he was afraid that the tycoon would send someone to kill him. One day, he finally went to a first-class hotel with a dinner club in the main hall. The posters posted in the hotel said nothing Mention her name. He asks people, but no one has seen her. After hearing her name, people finally remember her as a former star. The reporter is desperate, and he wanders aimlessly on the pier Swinging around, I saw the scene I didn’t want to see: a prostitute was standing under the street lamp outside the door of a low-level bar. This was none other than her. It turned out that she was earning money to support him in this way! He hid, He didn't let her see him, and then went home sad. In the morning, he pretended to be asleep for the first time when she came home. The next day, he got up early in the morning and went out to find a job with any excuse. .He came home very late, but found nothing, and made her anxious. In the evening, she was going to the street again, and he begged her: "Don't go anymore, because the night is dangerous. Tonight with me Stay together. I'm afraid I won't see you again.' She told him to take it easy. She was out for a living: the rent had to be paid, and tomorrow she had to go to the doctor. Without telling him, she agreed to a new treatment proposed by the doctor, but it was expensive.She left home anyway... He realized that he had become a heavy burden on her shoulders, forcing her to bear the humiliation to support him.He came to the beach and watched the fishing boats return with full load in the setting sun, and a bright moon was already hanging in the sky.There was no wind and waves at night on the tropical sea, everything was silent, except his heart was not peaceful.The fishermen hummed a very sad fisherman's song, and the young man filled in the lyrics and sang it out.I can't remember the words of this song, but the general idea is to ask the moon to send her a message, because the moon will set off to the city to spend the night just like her.Tell her to take care, because the nights of living the life of a whore bring nothing but pain and a final cry.The next morning, when she went home, she couldn't find him anywhere.He left a note saying he loved her like crazy, but he didn't want to be her burden.She didn't have to look for him anymore, because if God intended them to meet again...they would meet again without suffering. She saw a lot of cigarette butts thrown away at home, and a matchbox was also forgotten there.When she saw the matchbox, she knew everything, knew that he had seen her, because in the pier bar, people could take such matchboxes with them. ..." "Gone?" "No, there's a lot more. It's going to be a long time before we get to the end of the story." "You want to sleep?" "No." "So what?" "This video really got me down. I don't know why I'm telling this story." "..." "Valenti, I have a bad feeling." "What do you expect?" "They're going to put me in another cell and never let me out. Then I won't be able to see you again." "It's no good speculating about the future, Molina, it's impossible to know what might happen." "I'm worried things are going to go bad." "How bad is it?" "Look, getting out of prison is a big issue for me, but it's mostly about my mother's health. Also, I'm worried that no one's here...to take care of you." "Don't you think about yourself?" "yes." "Molina, I want to ask you something." "What's up?" "It's complicated. Uh, it's like this, physically speaking, you and I are normal men..." "No..." "Of course, in all respects, you are not inferior. If that is the case, why don't you imagine men doing that?" "No, I can't do that..." "Why? That's what I don't understand... not all gay people are like that." "Yes, there are all kinds of homosexuals. But me, I don't like to do that," "What I want to hear is that if you like being a woman...then you shouldn't feel inferior to other people because of that... You don't have to submit to others." "But if a man ... is my husband, he'll give orders so he can feel good. It's natural because doing so makes him ... the head of the family." "No, the head of the household and the wife of the household must be equals. If not, the relationship between them becomes exploitative. " "Equal, there is no fun." "why?" "Well, it's a total family secret...the fun part is that when a guy hugs you...you might feel a little bit intimidated." "No, that's all wrong. Who put it in you?" "That's how I feel." "Who stuffed your head with such nonsense that you were brought up to accept it? You don't have to be a... martyr to be a woman. If I hadn't been afraid of pain, I would have called you Come love me and prove that being a man doesn't mean being privileged." "Stop talking, this conversation is really fruitless." "For me, it's very meaningful, let's talk about it." In the gloomy warden's office, the warden is calling his boss, the Minister of the Interior, to report on his elaborate plan. "I'm going to see him in a few minutes. Yes, we promised to give Molina another week. Also give Valenti the impression that Molina is going to prison and he's going to get a pardon. Yes , this was totally Molina's idea. Of course, time is running out. Yeah, get it, they want to get the inside story before launching a counterattack on the leftists. In case he really has nothing to pass on, no progress, to Mo What should Lina do with it? Release tomorrow morning? Yes, no time to waste. I understand, let Valenti have time to make plans. Perfect. If he sends Molina a message, Molina Lina will be able to guide us to their door. The problem is not letting him know that he is being followed." "Our Molina is a little abnormal. I don't know how to explain it... He seems to be hiding something. Molina was dragged by him? No, he was afraid of revenge from Valenti's people." "Valenti may have worked on him? That's a possibility... and there's a possibility that Molina doesn't want to come out here without a compromise with anyone, including Valenti. Yes, forgive me Cut in. There is another possibility..." "It's like this. If Molina can't give us any clues before going out, we have prepared a plan: publish in the newspaper or let it out, saying that Molina is a spy. He has provided the police with information about Valenti. Information from the organization. Valenti's people will come to him when they hear the news, and then we'll surround them. Once Molina is out of prison, there are more possibilities. Ah, I'm glad you're welcome.Of course, I'll call you back as soon as Molina leaves the office.Okay, okay, call now... goodbye. " In the afternoon, Molina was taken to the warden's office.The warden shot him a stern look.Molina couldn't help shivering. "What's going on, Molina? What's going on?" "I'm afraid not, sir...I think...how I want to..." Molina replied in panic. "Not at all?" "Yes, it is". "Look, Molina, as long as you provide us with a little information, I have a reason to release you. Let's be honest with you, the documents for your release are all ready, just waiting for my signature." The corner of the warden's mouth twitched All of a sudden, he sneered. "Oh, I see, I've tried my best." "There must be some clue, right? Any clue is enough to make us take action, and enough for us to sign your papers as a matter of course." "To tell you the truth, there's no way to approach him—Valenti is as silent as a grave. Sir, he suspects everything. There's nothing I can do with him, he's not... he's not a person. " "Then let's talk in human terms, you and I are mortals... think about your mother, think about the happiness you will bring to her. As long as you are released from prison, you don't care about the rest." The warden pretended Showing a concerned look, he continued: "Molina, you don't need to worry about their revenge. We will protect you around the clock, and you are absolutely safe." "I know that, sir, and I appreciate it if you take it into consideration. But I can't help it. The worst thing you can do is make up the facts." The warden scowled and said coldly, "Well, Molina, I'm sorry. Looks like there's nothing I can do for you." "Even my proper behavior doesn't work?" "It doesn't work, Molina." "My cell, at least allows me to stay in the original cell?" "Why? You don't want to be in the company of a better talker than Valenti?" Molina begged, "Sir, for the love of God..." "Restrain yourself, Molina. We have nothing more to say, you can go. Goodbye, Molina." The warden rang the alarm bell.A squat policeman pushed open the door and entered.With a wave of his hand, the warden ordered him to take Molina back to his cell. Molina hurriedly tugged on the warden's sleeve, begging bitterly: "I beg you, don't take away my only chance..." "Don't be busy, we haven't finished talking yet. Get your things ready tomorrow, and you're set free." "Sir." Molina's eyes widened, suspecting that he had heard it wrong. "Yes, tomorrow, tomorrow morning." The warden said meaningfully. Molina's excited look caught Valenti's attention.He asked eagerly: "Tell me... what happened? Tell me quickly!" "Tomorrow, I will be free." "yes?" "They put me on parole." "What luck, Molina! Tell me, is this the truth or are you making it up?" "It's the truth." "That's great news." "It's great that you're happy for me." "I'm happy for you, but I'm also happy for other things...Molina, you're going to be able to do me a good thing that even you can't believe. I promise you that you're not in any danger." "What's up?" "Look, in the last few days I've come up with a very unusual plan of action, and I'm going to die if I don't pass it on to my comrades. I've been trying to figure it out... and now you can do me a favor .” "No, Valenti, you're crazy, I can't do this kind of thing." "Just listen to a few words from me. It's very easy. You just have to learn the whole process by heart." "No, you're not quite right today. If they see me working with you, they'll follow me." Molina panicked. "Just be careful. You can wait a few days, a week or two. Well, I'll tell you how to tell if you're being followed." Molina shook his hand desperately and refused, "No, no, Valenti, I'm just on parole. If something goes wrong, they'll re-arrest me." "I swear to you, there is no danger in this matter." "Valenti, I told you, I don't want to hear a word." Molina plugged both ear holes with his fingers. "Do you want me to get out of prison someday?" "Oh, why don't you want to!" "Then you have to help me." "Don't tell me about your comrade, I can't do this kind of thing, if they catch me, I will tell everything." "I am responsible to my comrades, not to you. If I ask you to do something, I must be sure that there is no danger in it. All you have to do is wait a few days, and you go to a public phone booth Make a phone call, not at your home, arrange a fake address." "Fake address?" "Yes, in case the phone is tapped. The location must be coded. For example, you tell them to meet at the Rio Cafe. They just know what the real meaning is, we're always on the phone, understand?If I want to go to a certain place, I will only say it is another place, say it is the Monument Theater, but it is actually the home of one of our comrades, and say the Plaza Hotel, it is a corner of Bordeaux Street. " "I'm afraid, Valenti." "After I've explained it, you won't be afraid at all. You'll find it very easy to deliver the message." "If the phone is tapped, will I be arrested?" "Disguise your voice on the phone and you won't get caught. I'll show you a million ways to do it. Put a butterscotch in your mouth, or put a toothbrush under your tongue." "No, Valenti." "Let's talk about it later." "I won't do it!" Molina's face was pale and his body was trembling, trying to squeeze out these words. At night, Molina finally calmed down.Looking at the distressed and angry Valenti, he couldn't help but soften his heart.He quietly approached Valenti and said softly, "Valenti... If I brought the letter, do you think it will help you get out of prison earlier?" "Well, it's going to help our cause a lot." "Instead of getting you out of prison earlier?" "That's right. Don't think about it any more. Forget it. We'll talk about it later." "We're running out of time to talk together." "We've got all night. You gotta finish the movie, don't forget. You haven't talked for days." "That's because the story makes me sad... If you want to hear it, I'll tell it. And when I'm done I promise I won't bother you with my own questions." 大亨一直在寻找姑娘的下落。他已经知道，她过起了贫民的生活。他对自己错待她的行为感到内疚。那天早晨，大亨那辆豪华轿车开到了海边那间小屋前。他让司机去找姑娘，但被她拒绝了。于是大亨亲自出马，他请求她原谅，说他所做的一切都是出于爱情，出于失去她的绝望心情。姑娘哭着把前前后后的事都向他诉说了。 大亨听后，觉得姑娘能作出这样的牺牲，说明她深深地爱着他。'这些都是属于你的'，他说着，把一只盒子递给她，这盒子里放着她的全部珠宝手饰。他吻了吻她的前额便走了。姑娘开始发疯似地到处寻找她的爱人，但一无所获。她到监狱、医院等地方去找，终于在一间住满危急病人的病房里找到了他。他的身体已病入膏肓，见到她来，他微笑了。他让姑娘走近些，这样他能抱住她。姑娘跪在床前，他们互相搂抱着。他告诉她说，他的病越来越严重，昨天晚上他真怕会死去。今天早晨，他好象脱离了危险。他说，等身体一好，他就去找她。世界上没有什么东西能阻碍他俩的爱情，相反，他们要开始一种新的生活。姑娘朝站在床边的修女看了一眼，好象要她证实一下，他的身体是否真的会恢复健康。修女摇了摇头。他还在滔滔不绝地说，说他已找到了新工作，为一家大报做事，他还有可能当驻外记者，这样他俩就能远走高飞，忘却所有的苦难。 这时姑娘意识到，他正在发高烧，说胡话。他说道，他又写了首新歌，先得由她来唱。他一个字一个字地轻声哼着，她跟着他逐字逐句地重复。 背景音乐开始响了起来，这音乐象是来自大海，他想象自己与姑娘披着黄昏的阳光，双双来到码头上，乘坐着扬起风帆的渔船向无限的远方驶去，那儿海天一线。姑娘告诉他，这首歌写得太美了。但他没有回答，他已经死了，一双眼睛仍然睁着。也许他这一生中最后看到的是他俩永远手挽着手，乘风破浪驶向幸福彼岸的憧憬。 “姑娘抱着他，嚎陶痛哭起来。她把珠宝全部留给了医院的修女，让她们用这笔财产来照料穷人。她象个梦游者，神情茫然地来到了他们一起住过的小屋，走上了海滩。渔民们唱起了他的歌曲。原来，他的歌声己传到渔民中间。她继续朝前走着，她的脸向着快要消失在地平线下的太阳。这时，你能听到这样的歌声：'……现在我幸福了，你也幸福……现在你爱我……我更爱你……让昨天漂流过去……让生活从今天开始……我多么幸福……刚才我看到你在……为我哭泣。'天几乎黑下来了，她的影子仍在移动，但毫无目标，象个飘忽的灵魂。这时，你会看到她的一个很大、很大的脸部特写，她满含着热泪，嘴角挂着微笑……好了……没了……老乡。这是个令人迷惑的结尾，是不是，瓦伦蒂？” “不，这挺符合剧情的，这是影片的最佳部分。” “为什么这样说？” “这意味着，即使她一无所获，然而她的一生中至少有过一种真正的感情。这点己足够使她满足了，尽管这种关系已经结束了，完了。” “但是当你获得了很多幸福，到头来却一无所获，这岂不是更加受罪？” “莫利纳，你要牢记一点，人的一生可能是短暂的，也可能漫长，但是任何事情都是暂时的，没有永恒的东西。” “是啊，说起来容易，但要真正体会却是另一码事了。” “至少你得论证一下，让你自己信服。莫利纳，我会想念你的。” “瓦伦蒂，假如这里曾发生过什么事，总是我起的头。如果不是你自动要，我是不会向你要求什么的。” "That's right." “作为告别，我确实想要求你一件事……” "What's up?" “一个吻。” “你说得对……。” “等明天我临走前。别怕，我现在不想要你吻。” "it is good." “我很想知道……你吻我时，是不是觉得讨厌？” “唔唔，那一定是怕你变成一头豹。” “我不是豹女。” “说得对，你不是豹女。” “做个豹女是桩很悲哀的事，不能被人吻，或者得不到任何爱的表示。” “你，你是个蜘蛛女，你把男人诱入了你的网中。” “太美了，哦，我喜欢听这句话。瓦伦蒂，我在世界上最爱两个人，这两个人就是你和我妈妈。” "..." “你真的会记住我？” “我从你这儿学到好多东西，莫利纳。” “你说疯话啦，我只不过是个笨蛋。你能学到什么呀？” “一下子很难说清，但有一点可以肯定，你使我想到了许多事。” “我答应你一件事，瓦伦蒂……每当我想起你，内心就感到幸福。这正是你所教会我的。” “还答应我一件事：要叫人尊敬你，你不能让任何人虐待你、剥削你。谁也没权剥削他人。 请原谅我的重复，因为我上次讲的时候，你不太喜欢听。 " "..." “莫利纳，答应我今后不让任何人随意摆布你？” “我答应……” 夜已深了。莫利纳怎么也睡不着。他翻来复去地滚着，终于又坐直了身子，轻轻地呼唤着： “瓦伦蒂……瓦伦蒂……你睡着了？” “干什么？”瓦伦蒂也没睡，他瞪大眼睛望着天花板，想着往事。 “你把要转达的情报告诉我。” “行……”瓦伦蒂高兴地坐了起来。 “是的。还有，瓦伦蒂，你能确定他们不审问我？”莫利纳担心地说。 “我能肯定。” “那我就按你说的去做。” “你真不知道这使我有多高兴。”