Chapter 27 trapeze (5)

When I didn't grow wings, I used to stare at winged people like this.There's nothing special about this, just curiosity.Wings are not that common.I also imagined what it would be like to have wings, you know.It's just a show of ignorance.So I don't mind people looking at me like that now.I'm just desperate to get out of under these roofs.My legs were weak and shaking, but I kept walking.When the crowds on the street are not so dense, I will lift my wings slightly, so that the feathers under the wings can feel the wind blowing, so that my feet will be lighter. In this way, I came to the fruit market.It was late and the fruit sellers in the market had closed their stalls, so there was plenty of room on the cobbled road in between.I stood there for a while doing body work, stretching, and raising the wings—the first time I could do a full vertical stretch, and it felt great.Then I tried to trot while spreading my wings, my feet left the ground at that moment, I couldn't resist the temptation, I couldn't control myself, I started running and flapping my wings up and down, I flew up !But in front of me was the gray facade of a building, and I had to push that wall with my hand before it fell back onto the sidewalk.I turned around, and there was a whole street in front of me.I ran and I took off.I flew around the market, not flying very high, just practicing how to turn and how to use the tail feathers.It all comes naturally, you feel what to do, the air tells you...but the people down below are looking up at me, dodging when I'm leaning too far or stalling...I don't care .I flew for over an hour until it was completely dark and everyone was gone.I was already flying a lot higher than the roof.difficult.I mean, it's hard to land because I don't know how to land.I fell like a rock, bang!Almost sprained my ankle, and my heel was burning with pain.If anyone saw this scene, he would laugh out loud.But I don't care.It's just that walking on the ground is too difficult.I don't want to walk on the ground.I limped home, dragging heavy and feeble wings that were utterly useless on the ground.It took me a long time to walk home, and my mother came back shortly after I got home.

She looked at me and said, "Are you out?" I said, "Mom, I'm flying." She burst into tears.I feel sorry for her, but I don't know what to say to comfort her.She didn't even ask if I would keep flying.She knows I will.I don't understand at all people who have wings and don't use them.I guess they might be more interested in career.Maybe they've fallen in love with someone who can't fly.But it seems like... I don't know.I really don't understand, wanting to stay on the ground and choose not to fly.Those without wings have no choice, and it's not their fault to stay on the ground.But if you have wings... Of course, they may also be afraid of losing their wings.Wings can't fail if you don't fly.how could be?How could something that never worked should fail?I guess for some people, safety is the most important thing.They have families, responsibilities, jobs or whatever.I have no idea.You have to ask someone like that to know the answer.And I am a flying man.I asked Aditya how he made a living.Like many flyers, he had a part-time job delivering letters for the postal service.He often made long-distance flights, sometimes across oceans, with government documents.He is clearly viewed as a talented and reliable employee.He told me that for particularly important official documents, two flying men usually set off with the same letter in case one of them fails its wings.He is thirty-two years old.I asked him if he was married, and he told me that flying people are not married.They see marriage as something "below them," according to him. "We had in-flight affairs," he said with a smile.I asked him if this kind of "love affair" only happened between fliers.He said, "Oh, yes, of course." His tone and choice of words inadvertently suggested that he was surprised or disgusted by the relationship between flying people and people who cannot fly.He was a polite lad, very kind, but he couldn't quite hide what he really thought, which was that he was different from wingless men and therefore had nothing to do with them.How could he not look down on those of us who can only stay on the ground?

I seized on his sense of superiority and pressed on, while he tried to explain. "I said just now that I was like a part of my wings. You know, that's true. I can fly, and that makes everything else seem trivial. What people do, it doesn't matter to me. Flying is All. That's enough. I don't know if you get my point. One's whole body, one's whole self is flying in the whole sky.On a clear day with nothing but the sun above your head and everything else far, far below you...or in a storm aloft - I mean, over the sea, my favorite place to be in a storm Flying over the raging sea.The fishing boats all duck to the shore to take shelter from the wind, and you have the whole sea, the sky is full of rain and lightning, and the dark clouds are under your wings.When I leave Emer's Point, I can dance with the tornado in the air...flying takes everything from you.Your whole self, everything you own.And, if you fall, you fall entirely.And, at sea, if you go down, it's over, who knows?Who cares?I don't want to be buried in the ground. "