Chapter 26 Twenty-six, the appearance of early summer

We looked for signs, but nothing showed up — Susan Vega Happy, happy, what is youth? — Swader On May 8, U.S. warplanes bombed the Chinese Consulate in Yugoslavia. Three bombs penetrated five floors from the roof and reached the basement. many.At 5:30 p.m. that day, college students from various colleges and universities in Shanghai gathered in front of the U.S. Consulate in Urumqi Road, Shanghai. They held up slogans and shouted "oppose power violence, uphold sovereignty and peace." Some eggs and mineral water bottles flew into the building as if they had grown wings. There were more and more students inside the walls of the US consulate, and the protests continued into the next day.

Madonna took a group of foreigners from Europe and America to visit, and she took photos and showed us back. What impressed me in the photos was a pair of couples who are professional directors of Shanghai opera. Each of them raised their hands and held a card with the words "Sovereignty", "peace", Madonna said that they stood motionless at the scene for more than an hour, like sculptures.The girl had thick eyebrows and big eyes, like a youth in the 1950s and 1960s, and the two of them were wearing couple outfits. One of Madonna's friends, Johnson, took out a stack of one-dollar bills from his wallet and gave them to the students to set them on fire.

"I don't know how to fight." Tiantian said worriedly.His mother, Connie, is now a Spaniard, and my secret lover, Mark, is a German. They all belong to the NATO (NATO) that was crusaded. On May 9, stock prices in Shenzhen and Shanghai plummeted, and a KFC store in Wujiaochang was closed.Since the evening, a large number of hackers have attacked hundreds of sites in the United States. The US Department of Energy and the Department of the Interior have been hacked. The homepage of the Ministry of Energy has been added with several photos of the victim and the Chinese flag. The NATO site: http://www .NaTo/org also closed.

On May 10th, I accidentally saw Mark’s face in a special report on the IBS evening news on the English channel of Shanghai TV. On behalf of his company, he expressed deep regret for the bombing incident and expressed his deep apology to the families of the victims. At the same time, there were Other large foreign companies in Shanghai, such as Motorola, Volkswagen, IBM. After watching tv and taking a shower every day, I called Mark and he said he loved me, kissed me and got a good night's sleep. My writing continues to be on the verge of collapse. It feels like I have to discuss business with someone in a coffee shop, but your eyes can’t always be focused. Pedestrians and landscapes.Of course, it seems inappropriate to compare writing about personal life to discussing business with strangers in a coffee shop. How is it possible?If one day writing falls to that forced and sad state, I think I'd rather give up.

Deng and the godfather called respectively. The second edition of the novel collection "The Scream of Butterfly" is about to come out, and the operation process after publication is also being arranged.People from Fudan University, East China Normal University, and Shanghai Normal University all contacted to hold a symposium and book signing activity with college students.Newspapers and magazines will also publish news.Deng also gave me the list of editors of a series of fashion magazines, saying that they were all coming to me, hoping that I could provide some fashionable and beautiful essays, and the manuscript fee was high without losing dignity.

Unknowingly, Deng has assumed the role of my agent, but she hasn't explained yet, and I haven't paid her. I don't know why she is so enthusiastic about me. The only explanation is that she is kind and optimistic. My novels (you can compare novelists to stocks, which will rise and fall according to each person's development). I couldn't finish my novels, but Tian Tian's illustrations were drawn quickly.Then he has to wait for me to write down. Spider sold me a Pentium Ⅱ computer, and also installed a modem and a lot of computer game software for free, so that when I have nothing to do, I play games with Tiantian. Tiantian has become addicted to playing Empire Strikes Back, and I still write poems on the computer , and then send e-letters to friends, including the English version to Shamir and Mark.

"Let's find a reason to get together, I really miss my baby every day." Madonna said in a muddy voice on the phone. "Read a poem to you... The days go by so damn slowly, a heart soaked in lukewarm water suffering from the beauty of time, the lover's pitiful eyes, looking at every new wrinkle in the mirror, waking up No more driving 180 an hour to the beach, I live and I die." She amused herself as soon as she finished reading, "This is a little poem I wrote after waking up today, isn't it bad? The real poet is not in the literary world. It's in the crazy bed."

"I'm screwed, I can't write a single word these days," I confessed to her, "so you should have a party, to wash away the bad luck, to drive the bad luck away, besides wine, music, friends, carnival, what else is there Is there another solution?" I made a separate phone call, "No miracle happened in August, for a series of new gouache paintings painted every day, for the novels I can't write, for everyone's friendship, health and happiness, please come to our 1+1+1 party. ’ I said that over and over again. The day before the party, I unexpectedly received a call from Beijing from the pretty baby Feiping Pingguo, a self-proclaimed bisexual makeup artist who often breaks hearts for boyfriends and girlfriends.He said he flew to Shanghai the next day to style the models in the Sassoon cosmetics campaign, "Come on," I said happily, "I have a more interesting party."

At 8:30 that night, the "1+1+1" party was grandly held in our apartment. The so-called "1+l+1" means "1 person + 1 rose + 1 poem". I carefully planned all the details of this party, and carefully considered the guest list. The ratio of men and women should be basically appropriate, and those who are too serious and have no sense of humor Absolutely no one is invited, so as not to spoil the atmosphere of the whole night. Fortunately, these friends are cool in their bones, and they are diehards who advocate pleasure and romance.The room was tidied up a bit, it doesn't need to be too clean, anyway, I will wake up in a mess at the end of the next morning.

Tiantian looked very happy, wearing a white taffeta Chinese shirt and trousers, making him look like a beautiful boy from the Moonlight Island in ancient Greece. The door was open, one by one friends came, they hugged Tian Tian, ​​​​and then I checked that they had all the cute little gifts we asked for.Zhu Sha and Ah Dick arrived first.Zhu Sha looks very energetic, wearing a light red dress with thin shoulder straps, a bit like Gwyneth Paltrow in "Shakespeare in Love" for Best Actress at this year's Oscars, she looks younger than the last time she saw her , the new house has been renovated, and Ah Dick also moved in to live with her.

"Ah Dick's paintings are selling well in Qingyi Gallery, and he will go to Venice and Lisbon next month to participate in an international art exhibition." Zhu Sha said with a smile. "How long?" I asked Dick. "About three months," Dick said.His little braid has been cut off, except for a skull ring on his right finger, his whole body looks as smooth and tidy as an office man, there should be a subtle influence of cinnabar.I thought they would not be together for more than three months, but now it seems to prove that the two people are a good match. "I want to see your paintings," Tiantian said to Ah Dick. "Let me see your painting first," Dick pointed to a set of gouache paintings on the wall. "It's a pity not to put it on public display in the gallery," he said. "In the future." I smiled at Tian Tian. Madonna appeared together with a young American boy. It seems that the policeman Ma Jianjun has become the end of her long love history. In the past pages, her love is always built on breakups again and again. Madonna is still pale, with a cigarette in her finger, wearing a black tights, navy blue brocade trousers, and plastic platform shoes are all GUCCI brand, wearing sunglasses makes her an unusual woman at night, although she is a bit delicate (Wearing sunglasses at night is really delicate).She introduced us to an American guy with blond hair who looks exactly like the bad boy Leonardo in Hollywood: "Johnson," and pointed: "CoCo, every day." Johnson didn't bring a poem, and Madonna said, "I'll let him write one right away," and she was nasty to me.Smile, "Do you know how we met? We met on East TV's "Meet Saturday" TV marriage program. He is the head of the support group for the male guest No. 6, and I am the head of the support group for the female guest No. 3. Hi, actually that It's a flirting game played by boring white-collar workers, but it's more exciting to flirt publicly in front of millions of viewers. I don't remember where I met girl number 3. Anyway, she said she knew me and asked me to do it. Her support group, we recorded the show all day like this, and I met Johnson, he can speak Chinese very well, and he can write a short and small Chinese poem like Li Bai later." She laughed . Johnson is a little shy (shy), like Leonardo's weird and cute look before he became popular. "Don't fall in love with my baby, I will be very jealous," Madonna said with a smile.There is no embarrassment when they meet Zhu Sha and Ah Dick. Madonna hugs Zhu Sha generously, chats with Ah Dick, and probably gives any woman a new lovely lover, and she will naturally have a broad Open minded, forget the past.Women are not inferior to men in liking the new and disliking the old, which is also an important means to help themselves regain their confidence as women. Then the spider brought a foreign student from Fudan University and a male foreigner. The spider hugged Tiantian and me, kissing him madly, "This is Yisha," he introduced, "Serbian."When I heard this, I paid special attention. He had an expression that would never be too happy, but he politely kissed my hand and said that you are very famous in Fudan, and many little girls want to be A novelist like you, and I've read your collection "The Scream of a Butterfly". I was so moved by his words and the vicissitudes of life on his face that he suffered from the pain of family ruin and death. I couldn't help worrying, if he knew that there was another Yankee in the house, would he be furious and go to war?Think about the tens of thousands of tons of explosives that the Americans dropped over Yugoslavia, and countless women and children were bombed beyond recognition.If it were me, I would jump up and knock down the nearest American. "Please choose a place to sit," Tian Tian gestured, "There is a lot of food. Wine, be careful not to break the plates and wine bottles so quickly." The spider whistled, "As long as you use plastic products, they will not Breaks easily." Then came the publisher, former Fudan senior and secret lover Godfather, and several of his friends holding roses and carrying old poems published four years ago on Fudan "Poetry Farming Land".I introduced them to Tian Tian, ​​and I always did a good job of introducing them back and forth, like mixing cocktails or rushing from one movie theater to another. The last one arrived was Flying Apple. He brought several shining models, all of whom were his work partners. The place is beyond reach, just like a beautiful goldfish in a glass tank. Flying Apple's hair is as colorful as peacock feathers, and it looks more like a cubist oil painting from a distance. He wears a pair of beautiful black-rimmed glasses (although he is not nearsighted), and wears a D&G T-shirt and black and white plaid narrow-leg pants. The pants are outsourced. Wearing a thin dark red Thai calico, like a skirt, but it seems more sexy than the skirt.His skin is fair but not cold, sweet but not greasy, we hugged and kissed, and our lips were already smacking. He watched from afar while drinking every day, but did not come over. He had an inexplicable fear of bisexuality or Gay (gay), and could only accept heterosexuality and Lesbian (lesbian). The people in the room are buzzing and chatting in the soft lighting and beautiful electronic music. From time to time, some people stand in front of Tian Tian's paintings with a drink, and Fei Apple makes exaggerated expressions from time to time, as if looking at those gouache paintings. Give him a physical orgasm. "I'm falling in love with your boyfriend," he murmured to me. I tapped the wine glass with a silver spoon and announced the official start of the 1+1+l program. You can dedicate a rose to the person you think is the most beautiful (whether the person is the same sex or the opposite sex), and a poem to the person you think is the smartest ( Regardless of whether it is the same sex or the opposite sex), beauty and smart people will be selected according to statistics.Dedicate yourself, if you will, to the person (same or opposite sex) you most want to dedicate yourself to.Of course, the third item can also happen after the party. Although my room is big enough, I can't predict what kind of trend this collective party will develop. After I articulated the rules of the party, a terrifying sound of screams, whistles, stomping feet, and breaking wine glasses suddenly came from the room, almost knocking down the ceiling, making the snoring "ball of thread" "Almost died of a heart attack.The ball of thread shot out like an arrow from the string and jumped off the balcony, "It committed suicide!" The girl brought by Flying Apple screamed sharply. "No," I stared at them. I don't like screaming girls who abuse their beautiful female vocal cords. "It crawled down the sewer pipe and went for a walk in the street." "Your cat is so cool," Fei Apple snorted and smiled, like a mouse that fell into an oil tank, such an exciting situation was in his arms, a genuine new human being who would never stop seeking excitement in his life. "How did you come up with such a game?" Spider smirked, holding two snow-white cigarettes in each ear, like a carpenter in a decoration team, "What if the person I want to devote myself to is you?" Madonna joked I squinted my eyes as if, "Then try it," I squinted my eyes too, drinking red wine, smoking cigars and listening to electronic music is really refreshing. "What if it's your boyfriend I want to devote myself to?" Fei Apple bit her lip with a charming face. "I have the right to refuse," Tian Tian said quietly. "Yes, everything must be consensual, but I believe that no one will refuse the rose and the poem." I laughed, "This place is very safe, like heaven, everyone just relax, try to make yourself happy , who do you start with? Madonna, my dear, you start." Still wearing sunglasses, she took off her leather shoes and went barefoot, and took out one of the roses that were all in the big water bottle, "The rose is dedicated to the most beautiful Tiantian, and this poem is dedicated to the smartest CoCo. As for myself, Who do you give it to? Let’s wait and see how I feel. I haven’t finished the wine yet, so how do I know who to spend with tonight?” She giggled, threw the rose to Tian Tian who was sitting on the ground, took out a piece of paper from her handbag, and temporarily put the sunglasses on top of her face. Reaching the top of the head, kneeling on one knee, reading the poem with exaggerated dramatic movements, "That's not yours, don't kiss, put it down,..." After reading, everyone applauded, and I blew a kiss to express my thanks, followed by Johnson, He dedicated roses to the most beautiful woman in his eyes, my cousin, Miss Zhusha, and a poem to Madonna, whom he thought was the smartest. Wouldn't it be fun to drink the water from the North Pole?" As for the third program, he also said that he would talk about it later, and Madonna asked him: "Do you like Ms. Zhu? The Chinese say 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder' since you think She is the most beautiful, then you must like her." Johnson blushed suddenly. During this period, Zhu Sha has been quietly embracing Ah Dick and sitting on the sofa in the corner, holding a glass of wine and no matter how wildly shouted by others, she is calm and calm, elegant and charming, and Madonna's Personality and temperament are completely different, the contrast is like one is water and the other is fire.Madonna said in a strange tone: "Don't worry, you are a free American citizen, and you have the freedom to like someone." Dick couldn't help laughing when he heard what they said, and pushed the cinnabar into his arms Hugged, "Honey, it's always good to have someone like you, because you are truly charming." "This party puts an end to any jealousy and hostility, and the game should have fun," I said, "Right "Flying Apple echoed, hugged my waist from behind, put his head on my shoulder, turned a blind eye to it every day, and concentrated on snipping off the extinguished cigar end with snow front silver scissors, I knocked his head, "It's your turn, sweetheart." "I dedicate roses to the most beautiful me, poems to the smartest CoCo, and myself to anyone who can inspire my enthusiasm, no matter you are male or female." He While talking, he straightened the cotton wrap around his trousers in the mirror of the closet, "I really think I'm pretty." "We think so too." Several models agreed, and they hugged Fei Apple like a group of beauties The snake wrapped around a big apple. "If others don't give me roses, wouldn't it be embarrassing, why don't I give myself one first," Fei Apple held the rose in his mouth, and made a gesture of stretching his arms and flying into the sky in the music, extremely coquettish and soft , even the mustache on his chin adds to the indiscriminate beauty of this ladyboy. "I dedicate roses to you because I also think you are the most beautiful." The Serbian suddenly said in fluent Chinese, "The poem is dedicated to my friend Spider, who plays computer games with a first-level salary and has the highest IQ I have ever seen." People." "As for devotion, of course it is dedicated to the person I think is the most beautiful." Everyone turned their eyes to Yisha, as if they were looking at a visitor from outside the sky. A burst of laughter came from the American Johnson. Yisha stood up from the ground and patted the soot on his body. "Is it funny?" He stared straight at Johnson. "I'm sorry," Jonson was still laughing, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it." "Just like your planes, can't resist flying to our country to drop bombs? Just like your army, can't resist killing so many innocent people? What a lie! Americans! . . . A group of people who are about to vomit, you want to control everything, you are shameless and greedy, you are vulgar, stupid and uneducated, you are just arrogant and arrogant, you only deserve to be spit, You motherfuck!" Johnson stood up suddenly, "What the hell are you talking? What do I have to do with those damn planes that dropped explosives? Why humiliate me?" "Because you're Motherfuck American." "Forget it, forget it, drink too much, don't get excited." The spider rushed up and separated the two. The godfather was sitting next to a bunch of models and beauties, and continued to play cards with a hand he had practiced for many years without paying attention. The stunts attracted the attention of the beauties, but they all looked at the pair of foreigners who were arguing red-faced from time to time.They support the Kosovars morally, but from an aesthetic point of view, they sympathize with Johnson, who looks like "Leonardo". "If you have the guts, let's fight to compete," Madonna encouraged with a smile, she was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.Flying Apple also stepped forward to hold Yisha's hand, because Yisha said he liked him, which caused the dispute, and he was quite moved. "Do you want to take a cold shower?" Tiantian asked Yisha and Johnson.These words are not meant to be ironic at all, they come from his kind and simple nature.In his opinion, bathing is the first choice to solve all troubles. The bathtub is a warm and safe place like a mother's womb. Washing the body and mind with clean water can make you feel far away from dust, away from noisy rock music, away from gangs and gangsters, and away from torture. My own problems, pain. The international dispute subsided, and the show continued, dedicating flowers, poems and myself to me every day, and I dedicate all of these to him, Madonna smiled sarcastically: "You pretend to be a loving couple in public, is it nasty or not? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you jealous," Tiantian showed a smile, but I implied a trace of shame, Madonna and Zhu Sha both knew about Mark and me, but how could I confess this to Tiantian?What's more, the physical feeling he gave me was different from that of Mark, and the two were incomparable.Every day, he uses his extraordinary persistence and love to penetrate into a certain part of my body, which is a place that Mark can't reach. I don't admit that I am greedy and selfish at this point, and I also admit that I can't contain it, and I have been Find all kinds of excuses to forgive yourself. "I can't forgive myself," I said to Zhu Sha once, and Zhu Sha's answer was: "In fact, you have been forgiving yourself." Yes, that's right. Cinnabar and Dick only gave each other three things, and the spider, the godfather, and the two friends of the godfather gave me poems (fortunately, I became the smartest woman tonight, and I received A long string of sweet and stinky poems like "Your smile brings the dead back to life is the best of Mikami." That's flattering, or "She's like a piece of curly steel, not like a living thing..." is demeaning I, or "She'll laugh, she'll cry, she's real, she's a dream." is just right. Just right).The roses and their bodies were willingly dedicated to several models brought by Flying Apple. Interestingly, three and a half of these four men are Fudan students.This half is naturally a spider, and he was ordered to drop out of Fudan University halfway through.Fudan children and glamorous models flirt with each other. The room next door has sofas, beds and carpets, so they should be able to accommodate them. Ah Dick was looking at the paintings hanging on the wall every day, and Zhu Sha and I sat in front of a plate of strawberries and chatted, "Have you seen Mark recently?" She didn't stare at me, she just asked in a low voice. "Yes," I shook my legs lightly, Tiantian had just put on an acid jazz record, the room was in a mess, everyone's eyes were scattered like scattered yellow eggs.Everyone is not idle, playing their own things. "What's wrong?" I turned to look at her. "There are rumors in the company that Mark is about to leave China and go to the Berlin head office." "Really?" I wanted to act nonchalantly, and a burst of extremely sour strawberry juice spread on the tip of my tongue, making my stomach sick. "He may be promoted and returned to the Berlin headquarters to take up a key position because of his outstanding performance in China." "... who knows? It might be true." I stood up, kicked aside a magazine and a red satin embroidered cushion at my feet, and walked to the balcony.Zhu Sha also followed, "Don't think too much." She said softly. "There are so many stars, it's beautiful." I looked up at the sky, the stars were like small wounds blown out in the deep cold sky, flowing with silvery blood, if I had wings, I would fly to them and kiss every A small wound.And every skin-to-skin contact with Mark gave me this slightly painful and flying feeling.I once convinced myself that a woman's body and mind can be separated, a man can do it, why can't a woman?But in fact, I found myself spending more and more time thinking about Mark, thinking about that ecstasy moment. Zhu Sha and Ah Dick bid farewell and left. Before leaving, Zhu Sha went over to shake hands with JohnsOn, thanking him for the rose. Johnson doesn't look happy, and after a fight with the Serb, the beautiful Vermillion is about to leave again.Madonna put her arms around him and suggested going to the balcony to watch the stars for a while. The night was unexpectedly chaotic, chaotic, and uncontrolled.At 3 o'clock in the morning, Flying Apple took the Serb to the New Jinjiang Hotel where he was staying.The godfather, the spider, and the four models brought by Flying Apple were tossing around in the next room.I slept on the big bed in the bedroom with Tiantian and Madonna, and Johnson on the sofa. At 5 o'clock in the morning, I was awakened again by the sound of many people tossing at the same time.Next door there was the hysterical scream of a woman, like an owl on a roof at night.Madonna had already slipped from the bed to the sofa. Her snow-white naked body was thin and thin, wrapping around Johnson's body like a big white snake. There was still a cigarette in her right hand, and she was lingering with Johnson while smoking. I watched it for a while and thought she was really cool and special.She changed her position, saw me in a blink of an eye, and blew a kiss to me, indicating that I could join if I wanted to.Tiantian suddenly hugged me, it turned out that he also woke up.The air is filled with the smell of adrenaline, alcohol, tobacco and sweat, enough to choke my cat to death. The record player keeps playing the same song "Green Light" over and over again, no one can really fall asleep, me and Tiantian kiss quietly and deeply, we kiss endlessly, after Madonna and Johnson's loud moans, we They hug each other and fall asleep again. When I woke up in the afternoon of the next day, everyone had disappeared without a trace, not even a note was left, there were food residues on the floor, tables, sofas, cigarette ash, empty paper medicine boxes, dirty tissues, There was also a smelly sock and a pair of black lace panties.A truly terrifying sight. Now that the pale emotions of dying and dying have been rotten to the extreme at this 1+l+1 party, the so-called extremes will reverse, I throw away the garbage, tidy up the room, and start a new life. Then I was not surprised to find that I could write again, and the invisible magic that manipulated language returned to me, thank God! All my attention is on the end of the novel, and I am entertaining myself in another room every day as usual. Occasionally, he goes to Madonna's house to play games or go racing to kill time, and the kitchen has become disappointing again. Empty and dirty, no longer cooking and cooking by yourself.Little Sichuan’s takeaway was delivered on time again. The former boy Xiao Ding has quit his job. I wonder if he finally writes according to his ideal.But when you ask the new boy, he doesn't know anything.