Chapter 13 Chapter 1 Street Walking (3)

"By the way, I sorted out some of the things you left behind and put them in the cabinet. Do you want them?" Dad struggled to unzip a plastic wardrobe in the corner, which contained the debris left by Marty University when he left home.Marty leaned over to look, mainly clothes, books, some gadgets she couldn't remember, and the suitcase. It was the suitcase her mother took her to escape with, the same suitcase she took with her when she left home for college, the same suitcase she took with her when she left the Jasons' house, and took it home for the last time after college. I only carried it in a suitcase, but I have stayed at home ever since.

With Dad's help, she dragged the suitcase from the bottom of the closet.The entire wardrobe and suitcase smelled strongly of mustiness and had a damp touch to the touch.Dad turned around and brought a dry rag. Marty wiped the suitcase gently. The suitcase was a little heavy. She remembered that there were some things in it that she would never want to throw away, but she didn't want to think about it easily. The solitary suitcase, an ark carrying her fate, has been stranded at the bottom of the closet for several years now.Marty wiped the gray cotton-like dirt off the box with a rag, and the handle, which had been sewn with an extra layer of reinforced leather, was carefully wiped.There is a spring clasp under the handle, and there is a small keyhole on it. The key has been lost long ago. There is also a leather buckle on the left and right sides of the keyhole. Marty always felt that it was redundant when she was a child. Now she gently wipes the rust on the leather buckle Spotted iron rings.Dad walked out at this time and gently closed the door.

Is it midnight?Marty's physical exhaustion has surpassed the limit and turned into an emotional depression. The suitcase under his fingers is no longer sentimental, but strangely strange.She opens the suitcase. The two less flustered silverfish crawled away in opposite directions, each circled a circular arc, met again, whispered to each other, and then each retreated to the deepest bottom of the suitcase.Marty took out a light green pencil case from the trunk and smiled.The pencil case is made of soft plastic material filled with glossy cotton, and the box mouth is sealed with a pair of magnets, which is very convenient.Marty couldn't understand why pencil cases with magnet switches couldn't be bought these days.The pencil case shows a seated infant princess with a white pony resting beside her with a white horn on its forehead.Marty always thought this picture was very beautiful when he was young.The pencil case had been opened so many times that the sides were cracked and held together with scotch tape.This pencil case has been with Marty since elementary school.She gently opened the pencil case, and there were all the supplies in it.Two Jade Rabbit pencils, a black ballpoint pen, a small green ruler, and a strawberry-shaped eraser.Marty took the eraser to his nose, but the sweet strawberry scent had long since evaporated.

Under the pencil case is an old bath towel with the logo of Weiquan Milk Powder printed on it.Mama had told Marty that this was the swaddle that Marty was wrapped in.No matter in winter or summer, Marty always has the problem of holding the corner of the towel in his hand to sleep, and I don’t know how many times he has been scolded by his mother.This habit was not changed until the age of fifteen. A stack of watercolors was folded in half in folders, and Marty didn't open them.It was a work to relieve loneliness when she lived alone in rented house for two years after college. An English dictionary, a gift from the principal's award at the end of elementary school.

A prism, a gift from my middle school physics teacher.He said: "Marty, look carefully, there is a different world in the mirror." Looking through the prism, everything is bordered with a rainbow. Marty couldn't put it down, and kept pestering the teacher to buy it, but the teacher actually Send her off.Marty liked to sit quietly with it in her arms, watching, entering a secret world that only she could imagine. Several school magazines that Marty edited in high school. A dilapidated folio world map, with a dozen strips of tape on the back to keep it from falling apart.Marty spread it out, and a world that was out of date was laid out in front of him, and there were stars marked with colored pens on it, all of which were places Marty dreamed of going to.Nepal, New Zealand, and Ivory Coast are marked with red stars; Canada's northernmost Borden Island, Antarctica's Ross Icefield, the most remote places on these maps, Marty feels strange, desolate and romantic, and she also has red stars ; the largest red star, also decorated with three-dimensional black borders, falls in the southern hemisphere, on the edge of Africa, on the island of Madagascar in the vast ocean.

what.Far away, far away Madagascar... A bone china tea cup as blue as sea water.Very expensive.In the year she graduated from university, she went to the airport to see Linda off. In the expensive gift shop at the airport, she saw this cup. The price of the cup happened to be the amount of money she had left after she bought the ticket back to Taipei.For some reason, Marty, who is usually very frugal, paid for it. At the bottom of the suitcase are several copies of Marty's notes.She has always had the habit of scribbling, and has filled countless notebooks over the years.Marty picked up a copy, took a pencil out of the pencil case, crawled to the head of the bed and sat down.

Marty had always liked the bed because it was next to the window and he could sit and look up at the sky.Although the distance from the next building is so narrow, half of the sky in the window is covered; although the sky in Taipei always looks so dirty, Marty still likes to sit on the bed with his knees hugged and look at the sky. There was too much light pollution nearby, and the night sky I looked at at this time was very cloudy and gloomy, and I couldn't see a single star.Marty pressed his forehead against the screen window and thought.The stars were still there, she knew, just out of sight.

Marty opened her notebook. It began with a novel she had painstakingly written when she was eighteen, and the title was written in blue marker: "Where the Wind Comes."This is a childish and extremely unrealistic love story. In the story, the girl protagonist travels alone in search of freedom, and finally meets a boy of her dreams who makes her obsessed. She abandons everything to pursue the boy’s love, and finally gets The boy lost himself, so she left him again. The story ends abruptly in a poor plot that is stretched left and right, leaving a small half of a blank page.This novel can be said to be a shameful juvenile exercise, but after reading it, the emotions of the year were ignited like a spark.As a child Marty often dreamed of meeting a boy who was incredibly intelligent and who knew her perfectly.She also often dreams that she can become a bird and fly away freely.Of course such a perfect boy never appeared.As for the little birds, she later read this passage in the book: People often envy the freedom of little birds to fly, but most people don't know that most of the little birds live in the same nest all their lives, and can only live in the same nest for a few days Flying in a fixed field; and migratory birds, because of their natural habits, involuntarily and busyly going back and forth between the north and the south every year, flying on the same route.

In this way, can you say that a bird that is slowly flying away is free? It was a question that constantly confused Marty, and she found herself scribbling in her notebook again.Unconsciously, Marty painted the word "Haian" on the blank page with three-dimensional hollow characters. , deep shadows.