Chapter 17 Chapter 1 Very Very Unhappy (2)

Today is not a holiday. The tourists in the park are almost all very young and very old people, and those in between are probably busy making a living, right?Marty is currently an exception.She looked at the people down the slope, most of them walked slowly along the gravel path docilely, just walking, as if keeping their heads down was the ultimate goal of a visit to Daan Park.Marty can't help but think of the prisoners in the prison who are free to move between the sky and the earth. Due to the heavy oppression and restrictions, they are restricted to walking and walking.The sky on this day was not blue, as usual, but the flags of the Taipei mayoral election on Xinsheng South Road, which were dazzlingly blue everywhere.

I don't remember which poet wrote the sentence: because I was very sad, I had to concentrate on being a Taipei native... Marty thinks this sentence is very appropriate for tourists in Daan Park.The evening wind blows softly, and Marty misses Sad Coffee. She opened the bag and saw that the green and white Y cigarettes that Xiaoye sent last week were still in the bag. During this period, she smoked another one late at night, and there was still half a pack left.Marty wanted to light one, and the taste of smoking against the wind was not bad, but when she picked up the lighter, she felt awkward again, as if the tourists who had been walking with their heads buried in their heads were all looking at her critically at this time.Only then did Marty realize that for those who are new to smoking, the difficulty lies not in the smoke entering the throat, but in the action of lighting the cigarette.Marty put the cigarettes back in his bag and walked down the slope.

In the supermarket at the entrance of the park, Marty bought a pack of the same brand of cigarettes.After thinking about it, I simply bought another wrapping paper with a purple rose pattern on it, borrowed scissors tape from the supermarket boy, and wrapped the cigarettes into a beautiful purple package. Take a taxi to the night market by the river, it is already the time when the lights are on.After getting out of the car, Marty did not see the expected signboard lights as blue as the sea, the unlit sign of the sad coffee shop, hidden in the signboard jungle at the edge of the night market, so small and silent.Marty thought badly, maybe it's closed today, right?She came to the front of the store and leaned on the door to look.

Through the glass door, you can see the dim lights and the faintly shaking figures inside.Even if she couldn't see anything, Marty knew that the coffee shop was very lively, because the sound of rumbling music was vibrating the glass curtain melodiously and transmitted to her hands holding the door.Marty pushed the door, only to find that it was locked. Somewhat disappointed, Marty was like a Sarai child, sticking his nose to the glass curtain and staring in with wide eyes.After getting used to the dimness in the store, she gradually saw the scene inside clearly.It seems that the coffee shop is really not open. With the light projected every three or four seconds on the small dance floor in front of the bar, Marty sees the figures of Xiao Ye, Rattan, and Su Yuan. He was quite drunk, his body movements were very large, and the noise was faintly audible.She seemed to see Xiaoye and Suyuan throwing something like popcorn at each other.Marty turned her head to get a better look, when she was startled back by a huge white figure in front of her.

That was Jill, Jill, who was wearing a white short cutie and skinny jeans, sneaked forward at some point, looking out the door, and there was a window of glass between Marty and her.Her face, which looked so pale, was facing Marty, and her pretty eyes slanted up and stared at Marty for a second or two, with a look of disbelief that glanced skyward.She opened the door from the inside.Seeing the slight hesitation she had when she opened the door, Marty thought she was drunk too. "We're not open today." Jier blocked the door with one hand, completely keeping people away. "You can see that I'm just looking for someone."

"Tell you, Hai'an is not free today!" "No, no, I'm not looking for Hai'an, I'm looking for Xiaoye." "Not available either." "Then please help me deliver this package to Xiaoye, and tell him that Marty thanked him." "OK." Jill took the package and slammed the door behind her. Jill then continued to stare at Marty through the glass.Such unfriendliness was unbelievable, but Marty was unwilling to run away. She took two steps back and looked calmly at the store door, when she saw a person coming up behind Jill.Jill's figure is already quite tall, about 1.7 meters tall, but this person is more than half a head taller than Jill. He naturally rests his arms on Jill's half-naked shoulders, but the frosty Jill is even more She naturally accepted it, and even her cheeks were slightly close to the arms.

Just like the sea is blue and the snow is ice, these Martys don't have to doubt with their eyes closed. The person in front of them must be Hai'an. This man, Hai An, had a face that was beyond Marty's imagination of an Oriental man.God must have exhausted his attachment to the human world when he fabricated this form.The beauty of Hai'an in front of me is not only in the well-balanced and stretched eyebrows, nose and lips, but also in the sassy look revealed between the gazes.From the way he walked, Marty knew that Hai'an was not drunk at all, and he was calm, extremely calm. He sipped a glass of transparent liquid in his hand, and looked out expressionlessly, his eyes passed Marty, far away Shooting at the sunset behind her from afar.

Marty is gone.She is disappointed. What Marty saw this day disappointed Marty.The person she finally saw was too handsome, so handsome that one could believe that his mind or soul must be relatively weak.Otherwise, is there any reason in this world?Marty knew that she had fallen into the emotions of ordinary people's jealousy, self-pity and self-harm.But she had to think this way, in order to get rid of the superficial impression that was burned in her mind, which she didn't know at all. Night fell and it was time to go home.Thinking of home, Marty's mood and steps became heavy.She is just a divorced and unemployed woman who lives in her natal family. All her property is worth 60,000 yuan. She wears old college clothes and slippers borrowed from her aunt. Her decadent hair should have been cut more than half a year ago. It's hot.Thanks to the deep night, she can be hidden in the bright crowd.Marty sat down on a concrete pier on the embankment and lit a cigarette against the wind.In the dark, very, very unhappy.