Chapter 25 Lamenting the Mongol riots (1)

11. Lamenting the Mongol uprising Someone is knocking gently on my door.It was Manuela, who had just been granted a day off. "The Master is dead," she said to me, and I wasn't sure what she meant by conflating satire with Chabro's lament. "Since we're free, how about some tea?" This disregard for the consistency of verb tenses, this use of conditionals in interrogative sentences without verb inversions, this Manuela's arbitrary use of sentence patterns (because she's just a poor forced Portuguese woman in loanwords), which shares old-fashioned and outdated features with Chabro's idioms.

"I met Laura at the intersection of the stairs," she said, and sat down, frowning, leaning on the banister of the stairs, as if going to the toilet, "she left when she saw me." Laura is the second daughter of the Arden family, a good girl who is not good at communication.Clementine, the eldest daughter of the Arden family, is the painful incarnation of frustration, a religious pious, but only pesters her husband and children all day long, and the dull day is filled with mass and performing various rituals. Religious ceremonies, as well as spent in cross-stitch weaving.Speaking of Jean, the youngest child in the family, a hopeless drug addict, this is a child with beautiful eyes who follows his father all day long. It seems that he will spend his whole life under his father's control. He thrived with love, and unexpectedly, everything changed drastically after he took drugs, and he could no longer move.It seems that even letting this child follow God is useless. Now his movements are obviously slow, and he walks unsteadily, and he can be seen constantly stopping to rest on the stairs, in front of the elevator, and in the yard The figure, who stopped and rested longer and longer as time went on, sometimes even sleeping peacefully on my door felt or in front of the dumpster.One day he was standing in a trance in front of a flower bed full of noble tea red roses and low camellias. I asked him if he needed help, and saw his unmaintained curls slowly falling on his temples, in the damp slightly The teary eyes under the trembling nose reminded me of Neptune even more.

"Um, uh, no," he answered me with the characteristic rhythm of faltering as he walks. "At least you can sit down?" I suggested to him. "Will you sit down?" he repeated, his astonishment palpable. "Well, well, no, why?" "To give you a moment to breathe." I said. "Ah, yes..." he replied, "um, well, um, um, no, no." So I had to leave him with the camellia and watch him quietly from the window.After a long time, he recovered from his contemplation of the flowers and trotted to my room.I opened the door before he could ring the bell.

"I'm going to move around," he said to me, not looking me in the face, his unsmooth hair tangles in front of his eyes, and then, after some effort, he added: "What are the names of those flowers . . . ?” "Did you mean the camellia?" I asked him in surprise. "Camellia..." he went on slowly, "Camellia... well, thanks, Mrs. Michel," and finally he finished with an almost amazingly steady tone. In a blink of an eye, he ran away.I had not seen him for several weeks, until this morning, when he passed my porter, so frail that I could scarcely recognize him.Yes, that's weakness...all of us, all of us go through it.But for this young man, he has long been unable to stand up on the long road of life that has not yet been reached, and his physical weakness is so obvious and strong. Who would have no compassion after seeing this scene? ?Look at Jean Ardenne, a tortured body drawn only by a rope.I thought with horror how he had managed the simple act of using the elevator when Bernard Grelier suddenly appeared, grabbed Jean tightly, and picked him up like a feather. , which also avoided my intervention.I took a brief look at the grown-up but goofy man as he held the battered child in his arms before disappearing down the stairs.

"I heard that Clemente is coming back soon," said Manuela, strangely attuned to my silent thoughts. "Shabro asked me to ask her to leave," I said, thinking about the sentence, "Arden just wants to see Paul."