Chapter 24 Twenty-four, ten years later dinner

When I sit by you, I feel great sorrow, That day, in the garden, Then one day you come home, How ecstatic you are to come home, you found the key to your soul you really did the day you come back, Go back to the garden. — Von Morris On this dry and hot day, after receiving a call from Mark for an hour (he said he had returned to Shanghai and hoped to see me soon, and asked me if I wanted to watch a small German avant-garde film), I went home every day .They are like the dark side of the moon and the bright side of the moon, echoing each other, and the two important men in my life came back to my field of vision one by one.

As soon as Tiantian opened the door and came in, I was stunned for a while, and then we hugged each other tightly without saying a word, each other's bodies were extremely sensitive, and invisible tentacles stretched out to each other to feel the confusing feeling. The strong physical impulse comes from the love in the mind, but love suppresses this impulse in an instant. Then he suddenly remembered that the taxi was still parked downstairs, waiting for him to go down and pay the fare. "Let me do it." I said, picked up my wallet and went down the stairs, and gave the driver 40 yuan. He said, "I can't find any change." I said, "Forget it." I turned and walked into the porch of the building, far The driver's thank you sound came, and the melting white sunlight behind him also eased in a flash, and his eyes re-adapted to the dark corridors, and when he walked into the door, he heard the sound of ding-dong water in the bathroom .

I walked over, leaned on the door, and watched Tian Tian take a bath while smoking.The hot water turned his body pink, like a strawberry milkshake and a newborn baby. "I'm going to fall asleep." He said, closing his eyes, I walked to the edge of the bathtub, picked up a sponge and gave him a gentle bath, Watson's shower gel exudes a faint fragrance of forest plants, a The little bees chirped against the glass windows of the bathroom stained by the sun in the color of wine. This kind of tranquility was tangible and visible, and occasionally splashed out like juice. I smoked a cigarette and looked at his slender and handsome face and body in sleep like listening to Kreisler's "Sweet Love" serenade.He seems to have regained his health.

Tian Tian suddenly opened his eyes, "What's for dinner tonight?" I smiled, "What do you want to eat?" "Candy tomatoes, celery lilies, garlic cauliflower, potato salad, quail sauce, and a big cup of chocolate ice cream, vanilla ice cream, strawberry ice cream..." His eyes were full of longing, and his pink tongue spit out and in. I kissed him, "Ah, your appetite has never been better." "Because I just came out of the ground..." "Where should I go to eat?" He grabbed my arm and bit like a little carnivore. "Have dinner with your mother."

He froze for a moment, let go of my arm, and stood up from the water all at once, "What?" "She's back, and her Spanish husband." He stepped out of the bathtub with bare feet, and went straight to the bedroom without drying himself. "Are you upset?" I chased after. . "What do you think?" He said loudly, lying down on the bed with his arms behind his head. "But she's already here." I sat next to him and looked at him fixedly, while he fixedly looked at the big flower board. "I understand your thoughts. You don't need to be afraid of this complicated scene, and don't hate or avoid anything. Just face her now and face everything that happened. This is what you need."

"She never loved me, I don't know who she is, she is just a woman who sends me money on time, and sending me money is just a way for her to deceive herself and relieve her guilt. Anyway, She always only cares about her own feelings, her own life." "I don't care or have any interest in the question of whether you like her or not. I only care about one thing: you are unhappy, and this has nothing to do with your mother. If you can straighten out your relationship with her one day earlier, I can see the happiness from your heart one day sooner." I said, leaning down and hugging him: "Please, get rid of all the shackles on your body, just like a chrysalis becomes a beautiful butterfly after biting the cocoon .Love yourself and help yourself.”

silence.There is a strange depth in the room, like a criss-cross field. We hugged each other more and more tightly, and our bodies became lighter and smaller, until the illusion of dense and small flower buds filled our minds. And we made love quietly, in a way that couldn't be perfected but never could be replaced, his belly so pale and smooth that it almost reflected my lips like glass, the soft larkspur-like pubic hair, It smells like a small animal (such as a little rabbit, his zodiac sign) with a hot and sweet glandular smell.I stroke myself with the other hand and feel it grow fat and hot.Where fingers and lips slide over, small blue sparks can be ignited, kissing with wet saliva and tenderness, chaos, emptiness, regret, and fear all recede far away. Maybe I've never kissed someone in such a frenzy that I don't even think about how I did it.

I only know that he is my lost and found happiness, the ardor of the flame of my life, the indescribable sweetness and pain of my efforts to express myself, the beautiful rose reborn alchemically in the unattainable ancient Persian garden . I also had an orgasm when he broke down.I pulled out my wet and juicy fingers and put them to my mouth, I smelled my own taste, he bit my fingers and sucked, "It's sweet, with a little musky smell, like duck soup cooked with fennel and cinnamon Smell," he sighed, turned over, and soon fell into a deep sleep.One hand still gripped my fingers tightly.

At 7:30 in the evening, Tiantian and I drove to the Peace Hotel on the Bund. In the brightly lit lobby, we met Connie and her husband who were waiting anxiously. Connie was dressed up in a gilded red cheongsam, high-heeled shoes, her face was meticulously painted with thick ink landscapes, and she had a graceful spirit, resembling the Hollywood Chinese actress Lu Yan in the 1950s and 1960s.When she saw Tian Tian, ​​she burst into tears and stretched out her hands towards Tian Tian, ​​but was avoided by Tian Tian. The Spanish man took a step closer to her. She immediately returned to normal, with a smile on her face, and said to Tiantian: "I really didn't expect you to be so thin and so good-looking. I'm really... so happy, oh, let me introduce, she is holding her husband She took a step closer to us, "This is my husband Juan," she turned to Juan and said, "This is Tiantian and CoCo. "

We shook hands. "Everyone must be hungry, let's go to dinner," Juan said in Spanish-accented English.He is a typical Spanish matador image, in his forties, tall, strong and handsome, with chestnut curly hair, light brown eyes, high nose bridge, and a western indentation under his thick lips , seems to be carved out with a knife, making the chin look extra powerful and sexy.He and Connie seemed like a good match, a middle-aged version of the Beauty and the Hero story, and it seemed that Connie was three or four years older. We took a car to Hengshan Road. No one spoke a word all the way. We sat between Connie and me in the back row every day, our bodies stiff like a big lead.

Juan sighed softly in Spanish from time to time, probably saying that the night view of the city outside the car window is beautiful. He came to China for the first time. In the small town of Dax, he only saw sad scenes in the movies of Zhang Yimou and Chen Kaige. Chinese women, Chinese men in coats.The Chinese woman he married rarely talked about his hometown, so the modern and gorgeous Shanghai in front of him was far from what he expected. Go in from a small alley, walk for a few minutes among the street lamps and walls covered with ivy on both sides, and you will see several old European-style houses next to each other.Walking into the yard with light boxes, it is a Chinese restaurant called "Yang's Kitchen". The layout inside is not exaggerated, and the dishes are all refreshing and simple home-cooked dishes. I found this small restaurant in a deep alley, but it is indeed a good quiet place to eat and talk. Connie invited me to order. The owner of the restaurant is a Taiwanese. He came over to greet Connie. It seemed that the two parties were already very familiar.Juan reported two blunt Chinese words "phoenix feet" and "pork belly". He explained that he didn't want to eat these two dishes. He had tasted them when he first arrived in Shanghai, and he had diarrhea that night.Connie added: "I was sent to Huashan Hospital for an injection. Maybe it's just that I'm just new to the environment. It doesn't necessarily have anything to do with chicken feet and pork belly." Tiantian has been sitting quietly next to me, just smoking in a daze, and seems indifferent to our conversation.It is not easy for him to agree to come out to see his biological mother tonight, so he cannot be forced to greet her with a smile or shed tears all at once. The meal was eaten slowly, and Connie kept recalling the time when she was a pregnant woman until Tiantian was born until Tiantian was 13 years old. For a while, I often sat on the bedside and stared at a calendar. On the calendar was a photo of a little foreign girl playing with balloons on the grass. I thought that little girl was terribly beautiful, and I always thought that I would have such a beautiful one too. Child, as expected, I got a very beautiful baby in the hospital later, although it is a boy, but the facial features are very delicate and beautiful." She stared at Tian Tian while she was talking, peeling the shell of a bamboo shrimp with a blank expression. She explained to her husband what she just said in short Spanish. Juan showed approval and said to me, " He's really pretty, a bit like a girl." I drank the red wine slowly, noncommittal. "When Tian Tian was five or six years old, he was able to draw. He drew a picture called 'Mom Knitting a Sweater on the Sofa'. There are four hands for knitting. He always asks me why I can knit a sweater while watching TV, and my hands move so fast..." Connie's voice was low, but her laughter was loud, as if someone ordered her to Like laughing out loud. "I only ever drew my father repairing bicycles." Tiantian interjected abruptly, I glanced at him with wide eyes, stretched out my hand and gently held his hand, it was a bit cold, and the dinner fell into a sudden silence, even Juan also seemed to understand the meaning of Tiantian's words. Tiantian's words broke a taboo that no one wanted to touch. Anything about his dead biological father was subtle and ominous. "I still remember that when I was 9 years old, I fell in love with a 6-year-old girl next door. I liked it because I liked it..." Connie continued to tell the past in Shanghai dialect, with a natural and reproachful expression on her face. The mother should have this expression when recalling the anecdotes and unofficial stories of her son's childhood, but her eyes were full of dark gloom, but she continued to speak, as if she was facing a test about the safety of the overall situation, and she had to condense Gather your strength against something. "He gave the beautiful gadgets at home, alarm clock, vase, glass ball, cartoon, chocolate pot and even stole my lipstick and necklace to the little girl next door. It's so amazing that he almost killed the family. It's all gone." She gestured exaggeratedly, laughing loudly again, like a piano with a broken reed causing vibrations and panic in the air. "My son can do anything for the one he likes," she whispered, looking at me, smiling slightly, the light was not too bright, but I could still feel a complex expression in her eyes, with jealousy and love. "Can we go home?" Tian Tian yawned and turned to me.Connie seemed a little nervous, "Since you are tired, go back and rest early." She said to Tiantian, then waved her hand to check out, and signaled her husband to take something out of the bag, which were two carefully wrapped in floral paper Good gift, thank you, thank you lightly every day, over the years, the money and gifts that Connie gave him, he just accepted it naturally, he neither loved nor hated it, just like every day It's like sleeping and eating, he needs these instinctively, that's all.I also thank you. "Juan and I will take you home, and then we will go to other places." Juan said in English, "I read an English magazine "Shang Hai Now" and heard that a luxurious Austrian ship was parked on the Bund. The Liana cruise ship is now open to tourists, don't you want to go and see it together?" "Honey, there are a lot of opportunities anyway, let's go next time, I'm already tired every day." Connie held her husband's hand and said, "Oh", she seemed to suddenly think of something, "When I go out later, I can take a look The house we decided to make a restaurant is in the yard next door." The moon is very round and bright hanging in the sky, everything under the moonlight is slightly mysterious and cold.Walking into the courtyard with a round lamp on, a circle of carved iron railings, and paved with light red floor tiles, a three-story old foreign-style house is facing you. It seems that it has been repaired, and the whole building still looks like a Lively, and the kind of elegance accumulated through the history of the 1970s.The gorgeousness is revealed from the houses of the buildings, which cannot be concealed by the wind and dust, and cannot be imitated by new houses.There are stone steps winding up the east and south sides of the house, occupying such a wide and open space, which seems very luxurious in the Shanghai old concession area where every inch of land is expensive. A few hundred-year-old camphor trees and plane trees stretch out the dense green shade, embellishing the courtyard and the three-story house like lace on a skirt. There is also a huge terrace on the second floor of the bungalow, which can be designed as a romantic open-air cafe in spring and summer.Juan said that at that time, the Spanish girl in the red dress can also be invited to dance the flamenco on the terrace.You can imagine the warm and rich exotic atmosphere. We only stood on the steps for a while, and did not go into the various rooms, which had not yet been decorated and there was nothing to see. The light and moonlight intertwined and fell on the ground, and there was a dreamlike feeling on the body for a moment.The taxi drove us back to our residence, Connie and Juan waved us, and the car started moving again.Holding hands with Tiantian, I walked slowly up the corridor, into our room, and sat on the sofa to unwrap presents. One was for me, a jewel-encrusted bracelet, and the other was the album of Spanish painter Dali and the CD of Ravel, who are Tiantian's favorite painter and classical music master respectively.