Chapter 6 6. Fragrant night

Night is everything that flows. —Dylan Thomas The weather is getting cooler and cooler, and the city has turned into a large piece of transparent glass. Autumn in the south is clean and clear, and a layer of love seeps into people's hearts.One afternoon without incident, I got a call from Mark.When a greeting with a German accent sounded in my ear, the first reaction that jumped into my mind was, "A tall Western man is here!" We said hello on the phone, the weather is really comfortable, Berlin is cooler than Shanghai at the moment, but the feeling of summer is also worth remembering.

Everyone on the phone was a little absent-minded. I knew that I was listening to me with my eyes closed every day in bed, and I also knew why the German on the other end of the phone called.But such a delicate situation is like a biscuit soaked in a little marijuana. It doesn't matter if you eat a little bit, and it doesn't matter if you eat a little bit more. When you take the third bite, something boring and indulgent appears.I, may be such a girl with itchy bones. Finally Mark said, "Next Friday, there will be an exhibition of German avant-garde art in the Shanghai Exhibition Hall. If you and your boyfriend want to come, I can send invitations."

"That's great, thank you." "OK, see you next week." Close your eyes every day as if falling asleep.I turn down the volume on the TV, which is on 20 hours a day.These days we all love going to bed with the TV and DVD player on, stroking each other against the red background of Quentin Tarantino's violent movie, falling asleep together to the sound of Uma Thurman moaning and John Travolta's gunshots. I lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa and thought about the phone call just now.Think of that tall, fragrant man with a wicked smile on his face.Thinking about it, he suddenly felt very annoying. He actually blatantly seduced a girl who had a boyfriend, and he knew that she and her boyfriend were inseparable.So everything may be reduced to a simple sex game.

I went to my desk and wrote the latest chapter of the novel's development like a daily assignment, and I wrote about the accident of Mark's presence and the inevitability of certain stories in my life.All my premonitions are ambushed in the novel, and they are dispelled one by one with the steps I can never turn back. At night, Madonna and Ah Dick came uninvited, and Madonna's voice could be heard coming down several stairs through the door.They were playing with a miniature flashlight, and they almost forgot which floor we lived in, so they had to call all the way up.Both of them were wearing a pair of small sunglasses in the dark, and they were stumbling around.

"Oh my God, no wonder I always feel that the light is not enough, and I almost hit someone's bicycle when I was driving just now." Madonna took off her sunglasses while laughing, "Why did you forget to wear these?" Dick was holding a few cans of Coke and beer in his hand, wearing a black Esprit sweater, looking pale and beautiful.As soon as they came in, they broke the silence in the house, and had to put down an English magazine in their hands every day. This magazine is famous for providing countless intellectual games.My favorite thing to do every day is arithmetic and crosswords.

"We wanted to drive around casually, but we ended up here, so we came up. I have a DVD in my bag, but I'm not sure if it's good or not." She rolled her eyes around the room, "Do you want to play mahjong? Four people Just a table." "We don't have mahjong." Tiantian hurriedly said. "I have it in my car," Madonna squinted and said to Dick with a smile, "Dick can get it." "Forget it, let's chat." Ah Dick stretched out his slender fingers and brushed his hair, seeming a little agitated. "Doesn't hinder you from writing things?" His face was facing me.

"It's okay," I put a MONO into the record player, and the sad, moist, and beautiful female voice slowly emerged in the background of old French film music.The sofa is very comfortable, the lighting is appropriate, and the kitchen is full of red wine and sausages. Gradually, everyone likes this feeling, and the topic revolves around in true and false rumors and plausible comments. "This city is really small, and a group of people are all in this circle." Madonna said that the circle she mentioned consists of real and fake artists, foreigners, vagrants, big and small performing arts stars.Composed of private owners in the fashion industry, true and false alternatives, and new youth.This circle moves in and out of the public's sight, looming, but always occupies an absolute part of urban fashion life.They are like beautiful little bugs eating desires and secret existences, and their stomachs can emit blue and bewitching lights.A light that responds quickly to urban culture and carnival life.

"I once met the same faces in different places for three nights, and I never knew their names," I said. "I met Mark at Paulaner last night, and he said that there will be a German art exhibition next month," Madonna interrupted suddenly. Called and said they would send us invitations." "It's the same old routine again, and there are some old faces again," Dick said. "Everyone is a party animal, party animal." Dick said.As he drank, his charming face became whiter and paler as he drank. "I don't like these," Tian Tian began to stuff hash into a pipe, "People in this circle are more flashy and superficial. Some people disappear like bubbles in the end."

"No way," said Madonna. "Shanghai is a city of pleasure and pleasure," I said. "Is this the theme of your novel?" Dick asked curiously. "CoCo, read what you wrote." Said Tiantian, looking at me with bright eyes, this is a moment that makes him feel comforted and happy. After writing enters our common life, it is no longer just writing Now, it has to do with untouchable eroticism, with fidelity, with a lightness of being that neither of us can bear. Everyone showed happy expressions, a pipe containing hash, several bottles of wine and a stack of novel manuscripts were passed around in turn.