Chapter 41 person chair

Every morning at ten o'clock, Jiazi watched her husband go to work as usual.After I was free, I locked myself in the study.She shares a study with her husband, and she is currently writing a novel for this summer's supplement of K Magazine. She is a very beautiful female writer who has recently become famous. Her husband, who is the secretary of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, is far less famous than her.Every day, she receives a large number of letters from unknown admirers. Before sitting at her desk in the morning and going to work, she would scan the letters from unknown readers.Although every letter is full of old-fashioned and boring words, but out of women's care, no matter what kind of letter you send, you always have to read it.

She started with some simple ones, then looked at two letters and a postcard, and finally only one large manuscript remained.Although there are usually no special letters such as notices, there have been precedents such as manuscripts sent suddenly in the past.Also, mostly long and boring stuff.She wanted to read the title for now.She opened the seal and took out the bundle of papers inside. As expected, it was the original paper.However, for some reason, there was neither a title nor a signature on the manuscript paper, and it only abruptly began with the title "Madame".Cough, strange, what kind of letter is it?Thinking about it, she quickly glanced at two or three lines inadvertently, and immediately felt a strange and creepy atmosphere.Moreover, her natural curiosity drove her to read on quickly.

lady: Madame, you may be surprised when I write to you out of the blue, begging you to forgive me for my sin, from a man whom my wife does not know.I will now confess to you the inconceivable crimes I have committed. For several months I have completely and utterly disappeared from the world and lived a life of veritable diabolism.Of course, in this big world, no one can know what I have done.If there is no accident, I may live there forever and never return to the world. But lately, wonderful changes have taken place in my body and mind, and I have to confess my unfortunate life experience.All I can say is that you may find it incomprehensible in many places, so I ask you to be patient and read this letter to the end.So, why I think this way, and why I confess to you, I must especially ask you to listen to me.All of these, you will definitely hear clearly.

Where should I start?Because this matter is far from what human beings do, it is too strange, but I want to use this method used in the world, which makes me really ashamed and makes me feel slow to use my pen.But I can no longer hesitate.Let me start from the origin of the matter and write down in order. I am a very ugly person by nature.Please keep this in mind.Otherwise, if you agree to my presumptuous request and allow me to see you, just my ugly face will scare you.Coupled with the long-term unhealthy life, I have become a terrible look that I don't want to be looked at by others.If I let you meet without the slightest mental preparation, I will not bear it.

I am a man, born to be so unfortunate.Although I look ugly, my heart is burning with a passion like an unknown fire.I often forget my ugly appearance and my meager body as a poor little craftsman, longing for all kinds of sweet and extravagant "dreams" that cannot be controlled. If I was born in a wealthy family, relying on the power of money, I can indulge in various games to relieve the depression caused by ugliness; or if I am given an artistic talent by God, for example, I can indulge in beautiful poetry And forget the boredom of this world.Unfortunately, however, I cannot enjoy any of these gifts.As the child of a poor cabinetmaker, I had to make a living from my ancestral craft.

I specialize in all kinds of chairs.No matter how picky the customers are, the chairs I make will be satisfied.Therefore, even the Chamber of Commerce will look at me differently and send all the work of making high-quality goods to me.For the first-class products, many customers have very strict requirements on the carvings of the backrest and armrests; the comfort of the cushions and the size of each part, and the preferences of different people also have subtle differences.For the manufacturer, its good intentions are beyond the imagination of ordinary laymen.However, hard work is hard work, and the joy when the production is completed is indescribable.To put it bluntly, the joy at this time can be compared with the mood of an artist when he completes a work of art.

When a chair is ready, I first try it on myself to see how it goes.In the extremely boring craftsman's life, only at this time can one feel an indescribable pride. What kind of noble person or what kind of beauty would sit on this chair?For someone who can order such an unusual chair, there must be a mansion worthy of this chair.The walls of the mansion are hung with famous calligraphy and paintings, the ceiling is hung with huge chandeliers made of gems, and the floor is covered with expensive carpets.What's more, the western flowers and plants placed on the dining table in front of the chairs are in full bloom.Indulging in fantasy, I seem to feel that I have become the owner of this mansion. Although it is only a short moment, the joy is definitely beyond words.

My illusory fantasies are still increasing.I, poor, ugly, and humble as a small craftsman, in the fantasy world, I am like a proud nobleman, sitting on the gorgeous chair I made with my own hands.Beside me, my beautiful lover, who often appears in my dreams, smiles sweetly and listens to my words. Not only that, but in my fantasy, I hold hands with her and whisper to me love. However, my soft purple dreams were always interrupted by the loud voices of the landlady nearby, the hysterical cries and the voices of sick children around me.The ugly reality exposed its gray body in front of me again, and when I returned to the real me, I immediately saw a pitiful me who didn't look like a nobleman at all.And where is the beautiful woman who smiled at me just now?Even the dirty, dusty babysitter playing nearby didn't look me in the eye.There is only one thing, and that is the chair I made, as if there are still traces of dreams left there alone.Soon, however, even this chair will be transported to a world that no one knows about, a world entirely different from our own.

Therefore, whenever I make a chair, I feel an inexplicable sense of boredom.This unbearable disgust became more and more intolerable as the years went on. "If you continue living this worm-like life, you might as well die!" I thought so.In the workshop, whether I'm hammering a chisel or hammering a nail, or stirring pungent paint, I'm obsessed with thinking the same question. "But let me think about it again. If you can even make up your mind to die, isn't there a better way? For example..." So my thoughts became more and more terrifying. Just at this time, I was asked to make a large leather armchair.I have never made this chair.This chair was supplied to a hotel run by foreigners in city y. It should have been ordered from this country, but the shop employed tried its best to lobby and told the hotel that Japan also has artisans who can make chairs that are not inferior to imported ones. It was hard to get an order.Because of this, when I was making it, I almost forgot to sleep and eat, poured all my energy, and devoted myself to all the work.

Looking carefully at the finished chair, I feel a kind of satisfaction that I have never had before.The workmanship is so good that even I can see it myself.As usual, I moved one of the four-legged chairs between the well-lit planks and sat comfortably on it.It feels really comfortable to sit on.The cushion is moderately flexible, neither hard nor soft.Because I hate dyeing, I deliberately pasted gray leather and kept a moderate inclination.The wide back that quietly supports the back has a delicate curve, and the armrests on both sides bulge upward.Everything is kept in an incredible harmony, a seamless whole, and the word Anle should be appropriate to describe it.

I buried my body deep in it, caressing the round armrest with both hands in a daze.So, as my habit, endless fantasies are like a rainbow of five colors, flooding with dazzling colors.This is called hallucination.The thoughts in my heart clearly appeared in front of my eyes, and I felt abnormal fear, and even wondered if I was crazy. Soon, a very remarkable idea popped into my mind.That's probably what the devil's murmur was referring to.The incident was as absurd and eerie as a nightmare.But the indescribable fascination of this horror seduced me. At first my wish was simple, that I didn't want to give up this beautiful chair that I had carefully crafted.If possible, I will take this chair with me wherever I go.In the trance of spreading the wings of imagination, unconsciously fermented and developed into a terrible idea.And, look how crazy I am to act out this outlandish delusion. I hastily dismantled the armchair, which I thought to be the best made of the four, and remodeled it to suit my marvelous design. It was a very large armchair, the suspension almost hanging to the floor, covered with leather.In addition, the leaning and armrests are also made thicker, and each chair has a hole without exception.Even if a person is hidden, the outside will not know.The chair, of course, has a solid wooden frame, with many springs fitted, and I have it properly machined and painted where the person sits.If the arms and body are inserted into the backrest, as in the case of a chair, the interior space is sufficient for one person. Since these are my forte, I do them well and beautifully.For example, in order to breathe easily and hear the sound outside, I made a small, imperceptible slit on the skin, and made a partition on the inside just equivalent to the head, so as to store some things (you can stuffed into the water bottle and military compressed biscuits), and prepared a large rubber bag for backup.It can be described as racking one's brains.As long as there is food, you can stay there for two or three days without any inconvenience.In other words, this chair is a house for one person. I was wearing a shirt, and I opened the cover attached to the bottom of the chair, just enough to slip in.It felt weird, like entering a dark, suffocating grave.But when you think about it, it's no different from a tomb.The feeling of getting into the chair is like wearing an invisibility cape and disappearing from the world. Soon, the Chamber of Commerce sent someone to fetch the armchair.A transport truck arrives.My apprentice (I live with my apprentice) knows nothing about it, and deals with the visitors freely.While loading the truck, one of the porters yelled, "Why is the chair so heavy?" I jumped in the chair.After all, it was because the armchair was heavy, so it didn't arouse their suspicion too much.After a while, I only heard the rattling vibration of the truck, and I couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in my body. I was terribly worried, but luckily, everything went well.That afternoon, the armchair containing me was plopped down in a hotel room.I found out afterwards that this room was not a guest room, but a place similar to a lounge.People can wait for others, read newspapers or smoke here, and all kinds of people come and go here frequently. As you may have noticed, the main purpose of my weird behavior is to get out of the chair when no one is around, wander around the hotel, and steal when I get the chance.Who would have thought of such an extraordinary thing with a person hidden in a chair?Like a shadow, I stole freely from room to room.And, while they were yelling for a thief, I had fled back to my hiding place in the chair, admiring their foolish search with bated breath.Do you know the hermit crabs on the seashore?It is as big as a big spider, and when there is no one around, it can do whatever it wants, crawling there arbitrarily and unreasonably, with a slight sound of human footsteps.Then fled back into the shell in a flash.And it stretches out its disgusting furry front legs to spy on the enemy's movements.I am the hermit crab, and unlike the crab's shell, I use the chair as a hiding place.The place where I can do whatever I want is not on the shore, but in a hotel. And also because my plan was so outlandish that people didn't expect it.So very successful.On the third day in the hotel, I finished a lot of work. Once the theft was carried out, I felt both fear and joy, the unspeakable joy after I succeeded, and seeing people running around in a panic under my eyes. Both delight me with infinite charm. Unfortunately, I have no time to describe it.I have discovered another, still more wonderful pleasure, ten or twenty times greater than theft.And, to be honest, that's my real purpose in writing this letter. The story has to start with the chairs being placed in the hotel lounge. When the chairs first arrived, people in the hotel rushed to see how the chairs were doing.Then there was silence.Probably the house is empty.But when I hurried out of the chair as soon as I arrived, I was still a little scared and couldn't do anything.For a long time (maybe it just felt like this), I listened intently to the movement outside, for fear of missing something. After a while, probably in the direction of the corridor, there was the sound of thumping footsteps.When they approached two or three rooms, the footsteps became so low that they could hardly be heard because of the carpet on the floor.After a while, a man's heavy snort was heard.I was taken aback, only to hear a plop, and a huge body of a foreigner sat on my lap and softly bounced it two or three times.My thighs and the man's strong buttocks are only separated by a thin layer of skin, and they are so close together that I can almost feel the other's body temperature.His broad shoulders rest squarely against my chest, and his heavy hands overlap mine through the leather.Moreover, probably this man seems to be smoking a cigar, and a strong male body odor wafts through the gaps in the leather. Madame, if you were in my position, how would you imagine the scene at that time?What a thrilling feeling it was.Due to excessive fear, I curled up tightly in the dark. From the bottom of one side, I kept dripping cold sweat, and my brain went blank for a while. All day long, first that man and then many others sat on my lap.No one ever noticed that the soft spring they believed to be real was actually my flesh and blood thigh.The world in the leather-covered chair was pitch black, and I couldn't move.Yet it is so wonderful and charming.Here, people who are usually commonplace seem to be another completely different creature.They are nothing more than voices, snorts, footsteps, clothes rubbing, plus a few pieces of elastic flesh.I recognize each one of them not by their looks but by their feel, and some are chubby and feel like a mass of meat.Instead, it's kind of skinny and feels like a skeleton.In addition, the curvature of the spine, the width of the shoulder blades, the length of the arms, the thickness of the thighs, or the length of the tailbone, if taken together, will always be different no matter how similar they are.People, in addition to looks and fingerprints, can also be completely identified through the feeling of the whole body. The same goes for the opposite sex.Normally, people judge a person by their physical beauty or ugliness, but in the world in the chair, it's a different story altogether.There is only naked flesh, sound and smell. Ma'am, please don't feel uncomfortable with my explicit confession, because at this time I am madly in love with the body of a woman (she was the first woman to sit on a chair).Listening to the voice, she is still a very young foreign girl.At that time, there was no one in the room, and she seemed to be having something happy, and she was singing some songs in a low voice, but she couldn't understand it strangely.Hopped into the room, walked over to my hidden armchair, and sat down on top of me.I felt her plump and elastic flesh, and probably because of something funny, she laughed and flopped around like a fish in a net. For me, this was a real windfall.Women are sacred things, and I am afraid to even look at them.What's more, now I'm in the same room with a foreign girl I don't know, sitting on the same chair.Not only that, but we were held close together, separated only by a thin layer of leather.You can almost feel the other person's skin.Moreover, she put the weight of her whole body on me with peace of mind, because she would not worry about being seen by others, and she looked casual and unscrupulous.In the chair, I can even pretend to hug her.Through the leather behind her, you can kiss her plump neck.No matter what, I can do whatever I want. Since this astonishing discovery, my primary purpose, theft, was relegated to a secondary level, and I became obsessed with the world of the senses.I think that the world of chairs is my real home. An ugly man with a weak personality like me, in the bright world, tastes the bitter fruit of being inferior to others. I am nothing.However, when I am in another world, in a chair, as long as I can bear the smallness here, I can get close to beautiful women.Hear her voice, touch her skin.If I were in a bright world, not only would I not be able to talk to them, I wouldn't even be allowed to get close to them. There is love in the chair!How magical and intoxicating it should be.It is impossible for people who have not actually experienced it to understand.It is enough to appreciate this kind of love with the senses of touch, hearing and smell.It is love in the dark, not love in the world.You will say, this is the eros of the demon world.But if you think about it, in this world, in every corner that people can't see, there are so many strange and terrifying things that are simply unimaginable. Of course, according to the pre-plan, once the theft is successful, I will flee the hotel immediately, but now that I am so obsessed with this wonderful pleasure, why do I want to escape?I really want to make this chair my forever home and live in it forever. Whenever night comes, I am always careful and careful, even walking quietly, and avoiding people's eyes and ears.Then of course I would be in no danger.Even so, I've surprised myself by living in a chair for months without revealing anything. For almost a whole day, I stayed in a very small space, with my arms bent and knees bent, my whole body was numb, and I couldn't stand up straight anymore. In the end, I went to and from the kitchen and dressing room almost on my knees.I am a man, do you think I am crazy?Enduring such pain, I still don't want to give up that wonderful sensory world. Some tourists, like treating the hotel as their own home, will stay for one or two consecutive months.Originally, the hotel is a place where guests are constantly coming in and out.Therefore, my wonderful love will die halfway due to the change of guests.Moreover, countless wonderful lovers remain in my memory.Unlike usual, I engraved them in my heart not by their looks, but by their bodies. Some people are as strong as horses, with tight muscles; some are as beautiful as snakes, and their bodies can bend at will; Well-developed muscles.Moreover, each woman's body has different characteristics, which are very attractive.Just as the women changed like a revolving lantern, I experienced a different kind of wonderful feeling. On one occasion, the ambassador of a powerful European country (as I learned from chatting with the Japanese barman) sat his huge body on my lap.The man was more of a world-class poet than a statesman.That is why I am so excited and proud to touch the skin of this great man.He sat on me, talked to two or three people from the same country for more than ten minutes, and then left.Of course, I didn't understand at all what they said.Every time he gestured, his fat body remained motionless. His warmer body touched my nerves and made me feel an indescribable excitement. Of course, I suddenly thought, what would happen if I stabbed him in the heart with a sharp knife from behind the leather?Needless to say, this must have been a fatal blow, and it was impossible for him to get back on his feet.Needless to say, other countries, what kind of uproar will it cause in Japanese political circles?What kind of sensational reports should newspapers carry out? This would affect Japan's diplomatic relations with the country, and, from an artistic point of view, his death must have been a great loss to the world.Something so momentous happened with a wave of my hand.Thinking of this, I can't help feeling a strange sense of pride. Another time, a famous dancer from a certain country came to Japan and happened to live in this hotel.She has only sat in this chair once.Just this time, it also made me experience something similar to the ambassador.In addition, she gave me an ideal physical beauty that I never had before.I was intoxicated by this excessive beauty, without any evil thoughts, as if I had a pious heart for a fine work of art, and sincerely praised her. In addition, I have experienced many, many, rare and wonderful or strange, everything.It is not my purpose to write this letter to dwell on these experiences here.Besides, I've written a long one.Let's go back to the key part as soon as possible. A few months after I arrived at the hotel, my fortune changed. The reason why I say this is because the owner of the hotel has something to return to China.Before returning to China, he transferred all the hotel to a Japanese company.As a result, the company run by the Japanese changed the previous luxury management policy and used the hotel as an ordinary hotel to plan a more affordable operation.Therefore, the unused furniture was entrusted to a large furniture dealer for auction.In the auction catalogue, there is this chair of mine. When I heard this, I was momentarily discouraged.I thought, it would be better to take this opportunity to return to the world and start life again.At that time, I stole a lot of money and accumulated a lot. Even if I return to the world, I don’t need to live a hard life like before.But after thinking about it, although leaving the foreigner's hotel is a bit disappointing, on the other hand, it also means a new hope.The reason why I say this is because in the past few months, although I have loved many opposite sexes, all of them are foreigners.No matter how excellent and satisfying their bodies are, they still feel some kind of spiritual inexplicable fly in the ointment.If the Japanese are not with the same Japanese, it is difficult to experience true love.My view of love is changing little by little. At this time, my chair happened to be put up for auction.This time, it may be bought by the Japanese, or it may be placed in the Japanese home.Of course, I hope so too.I decided to continue with my life in the chair for now. For two or three days in front of the tool shop, I felt very miserable.But luckily, my chair sold quickly once the auction started.Because chairs are special.Although it is a bit old, it is still very eye-catching. The buyer was an official in a big city, not far from the downtown area.It is several miles from the tool shop to the official's mansion.When carrying it, the truck vibrated so strongly that I felt worse than death in the chair.Even so, because the buyer is Japanese I hope.My pain was nothing compared with that joy. The buyer's home is very grand.My chair was placed in the large study room of the bungalow.What makes me very satisfied is that although it is the master's study, it is his young and beautiful young wife who uses the study.For the next month, I often accompanied the young lady.Except for meals and bedtime, the young lady's soft body always sat on top of me.Because the young lady stayed in the study all the time, burying her head in writing. How much I loved her need not be told here.She is the first Japanese I came into contact with, and she has an impressive figure.My first real love.In contrast, the many experiences in the hotel cannot be called love at all.I've never had this feeling before.An obvious example is the young lady, I am no longer satisfied with secretly caressing, I try my best to let her know my existence. I thought, if possible, I'd like the lady to be aware of me in the chair too.And, of course, this is just my wishful thinking, I want the young lady to fall in love with me.But how to send a signal to her?If she was blatantly told that there was someone hidden in the chair, she would definitely tell her husband and family after being surprised, wouldn't everything be in vain?Not only that, but I will also bear the terrible crime and be punished by the law. However, I tried my best to make the young lady feel the comfort of the chair, which made her reluctant to part with it.As an artist, she must have a more delicate feeling than ordinary people.If she could feel the presence of life in the chair, linger on it as a living thing of flesh and blood rather than mere matter, that alone would be enough for me. When she gave herself to me, I greeted her as gently as possible.When she gets tired on me, she always gently moves her knees before turning around.When she was drowsy and about to fall asleep, I gently rocked her knees like a cradle. I don't know if my hard work has been rewarded, or I'm just being self-indulgent, but recently the young lady has started to like my chair.She sat in my chair as tenderly as a baby in its mother's arms or a girl in a lover's embrace.On my lap, even the way I turned around seemed so kind. Therefore, the fire of my passion is burning brightly every day.Finally, young lady, I finally had a wild idea beyond my control.I thought about it, if I could see my lover, even just for a glance, if I could talk to my lover, even if it was just a few words, my life and death would be enough. Ma'am, you must have understood.What I call lover, please forgive me, is you.Your husband bought my chair from the tool store in city y. Since then, I have dedicated my love beyond my means to you. How pitiful I am. Ma'am, this is the only request I have in this life.Please let me see you, just once.Moreover, please say some comforting words to me, an ugly man, even if there is only one sentence.I will not ask for any other extravagance.Though I know it is ugly and dirty to make such a request, I beg you to grant me the pleas of this unfortunate man. Last night, in order to write this letter, I slipped out of your mansion quietly.It is very dangerous to make such a request face to face with the lady, and there is no way I can do it. And, while you are reading this letter, I am too pale with worry, and I am hovering near the aristocratic house. If you agree to my super unreasonable request, please hang your handkerchief on the potted red quince plant in the study window.According to this code, I will walk to the gate of your house like a casual visitor. Finally, this strange letter ends with sincere words of blessing. Before half of the letter was read, Jiazi turned pale with a terrible premonition.Then, unconsciously, she got up and fled from the study with the dreaded armchair into the Japanese-style living room.I didn't intend to read the second half of the letter at first, so I simply tore it up and threw it away, but because I was too worried, I read it at least on the small desk in the living room.Her premonition really came true. This thing is really horrible.In the armchair she must sit in every day, there is a stranger. "Ah, it's really scary." She shivered, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her back, and her body kept shivering. Faced with this sudden change, she was stunned.Check out the chair?How could there be such a strange thing?Even if there was no one in the chair, there would definitely be food and other dirty things that belonged to him. "Madam, your letter." Jiazi looked back in surprise, and saw the maid holding a letter that seemed to have just arrived. Jiazi took the letter unconsciously and was about to open it when she suddenly saw the words written on the envelope, which scared her and threw the letter on the ground.Her name was written on the envelope, in the same handwriting as that on the strange letter just now. Do you want to open this letter?Kako hesitated for a long time.At last she opened the letter and read it with trepidation.Although the letter was very short, the content inside surprised her again. It is very presumptuous to write to you, please bear with me.I usually enjoy reading your works very much.What another Han sent is my very decent work. It would be a great honor for me to read it and enlighten me.For some reason, the original manuscript was dispatched before this letter, and you must have read it.I don't know how?It will be my great pleasure if my work can move you a little.I deliberately omitted the title of the original manuscript, I think the title is called "Human Chair". I am so sorry.Sincerely.