Chapter 23 The first chapter is extremely sad (5)

Under the spotlight, Hai'an danced alone.It was the most pleasing sight Marty had ever seen.If people's gaze can be harvested like ears of wheat, then it will be a crazy harvest in the sad coffee shop at this moment, and after the harvest, there will be the most indulgent sacrificial sacrifice in the wine pool and meat forest.The deepest desires of the female guests are swaying with Hai'an's body. Daryl Hall & John Oates' classic masterpiece: Out of Touch, in Hai'an's dancing posture, really let everyone break free from their physical restraints, leaving only Swing, swing, swing in a strong rhythm.

"Damn it, if Hai'an dances a few more times a day, we'll really make it!" Jier said. "These guests, why don't they go dance with Hai'an?" Marty asked, tongue out. "Brother Ke doesn't pay much attention to guests, they all know that." Xiaoye said. "What a waste!" Jill said, and she took out her mobile phone to make a call, and she simply walked out of the sad coffee shop and made a call outside. "My God, Hai'an's dance is so beautiful!" Marty admired sincerely. "You don't know, Jill is amazing," Xiaoye said, "She used to be a dancer, but she stopped dancing later."

One of the most unlikely roles Marty will play in this lifetime is that of a dancer.But at this time, she also let go, and escaped into a free realm with the music played by the super loudspeaker.In fact, even the most reserved female customers are more indulgent than Marty. In the Sad Cafe, everyone dances and swings in the narrow seats according to their own rhythm. Their youthful and beautiful bodies.But the sum of all the beauty of youth is not as good as Hai'an's dancing alone. Marty's drunken eyes can't leave Hai'an's beautiful body freely dancing under the strong flashlight.The bird of youth, in her drunken eyes, saw a bird of youth in blazing flames.

There was a bang, and Marty fell onto the table, startled when she heard the loud thump of her forehead against the table.Strangely it didn't hurt at all.Lying on her stomach like this, she began to feel sick to her stomach.The strong dance music fell silent, and now became a very soft and floating melody, and there was a soft chant like a Golico hymn in it.Marty is very familiar with this music, Enigma's River of Belief, she has always liked the song very much, every time she listens to it, it seems to open her heart, meet with the darkest and deepest place in the world, and shine light on each other..."True The sound of nature!" she said to herself.

Xiaoye picked up Marty, covered her forehead with a cold towel, and took Marty's right hand and pressed it on the towel. "Press yourself." Xiaoye said. "Thank you, Yeh, you're so kind," Marty said, unable to hold back his goofy grin.She looked around. The guests were calmer, sipping their drinks.It turns out that the coffee shop becomes a bar at night. Marty looked around, only to find that Hai'an was gone, Xiaoye was sitting beside her holding the cat, while Jill had already returned to her seat, and buried her head in the pile of materials again. "Hey Jill, you're back. I heard you're a dancer."

Jill put down her pen heavily, bowed her head in silence for a few seconds, and then looked up at Marty: "Who said it? If you don't understand the three words dancer, I advise you not to use it indiscriminately." "Don't talk to Jier," Xiaoye quickly smoothed things over, "She's just like that, brother Ke said she's a hedgehog." "Yes, I just want to stab," Jill said to Marty aggressively, "I want to stab you to live more consciously, don't think that you are so detached after reading a few poems, like living in a dream .Life is practice, not sleepwalking, you understand? What I hate the most is people like you who are so beautiful that they forget reality with their eyes open like shoujo manga. Why don't you go home and read your Helin novels? "

"Me?" Marty was very aggrieved. She felt that Jill had misunderstood her, but she didn't have the courage to retort.Although Marty was so drunk that her mind was confused, she still had this self-knowledge. She knew that even when she was sober, she was no match for Jill in terms of words. A sharp horn sounded outside the sad coffee shop, it was Haian, he was straddling a heavy locomotive, the engine roared rumblingly, a boy was sitting behind Haian, he was turning his back to look at the other side of the street , Marty couldn't see his face, only the boy's back was as tall and tall as Hai'an.

Hai'an pumped up his horsepower, turned the car around and roared away.At the moment of changing cars, Marty saw the face of the boy, a foreigner, very young, about twenty-five years old.The boy's appearance was very clean and handsome. He looked back at the sad coffee shop, but his deep and quiet eyes seemed to be looking at nothing. Xiaoye stood behind the glass door with the cat in his arms, and watched them leave. The shop lights outside the door framed him in blue.Xiaoye stroked the cat gently.Marty fell asleep with his hands on his forehead.Until Xiaoye shook her awake.It took Marty fifteen seconds to see that it was half past twelve on the watch.

"Marty, we're closing. How do you go back?" Xiaoye asked. "Take a taxi." "You're so drunk, why are you sitting?" Jill said impatiently, she was packing up her materials. "It's okay, don't worry about me." Marty stood up, trying not to let his posture be too askew. "Where do you live?" Jill asked. "The fence." "It's still on the way. I'll take you back." Jill picked up her backpack, supported Marty's arm with one hand, and dragged her out. In Jill's car, Marty's nausea intensifies.Fortunately, she didn't eat dinner today, otherwise she might vomit in the car at any time.Jill is very fast and has a penchant for light, sharp turns.Along the way, Jill kept listening to a tape of the city's "council" questioning, which seemed to be related to a land rezoning issue in the suburbs of Taipei.

The content of the tape was dull for Marty, and the two men were very silent.Jill listened intently to the tape, occasionally jotting something down on a legal pad with a pen.While she was taking notes, the other hand was driving the car at the same time, without reducing the speed at all. "Do you drive like this often? Not afraid of danger?" Marty tried to break the silence. "No problem," Jill said curtly. "Jill, why do you hate me?" Jill took one look at Marty, and she stopped the car abruptly. "I hate you." Jill said, "I hate all the women around Hai'an."

Jill stopped the tape, rolled up the window, and lit a cigarette. "Why?" At this moment, the amount of alcohol in Marty's body just evaporated to the point of calming the nerves.After the drunkenness passed, her thinking was calmer and clearer than usual. "Because most of you are dumb," Jill said.The strange thing is that under such heavy words, her tone was uncoordinated and soft.She said: "You have all fallen into a fatal idol worship. You have seen the beauty of Hai'an, the extraordinaryness of Hai'an, and it is like a dream come true, so you are willing to dwarf yourselves to be Hai'an's admirers, and gradually yearn for , Agree with his values. We must know that Haian is different from us. He is a proud son of heaven, born rich, strong, and intelligent, so he has the capital to be decadent, and has the capital to be a free man who goes against the public. This kind of people is the embellishment of the world, I admit that it is a beautiful embellishment, but I want to thank God, this kind of people are very rare, because they simultaneously stir up people's dreams and destroy people's direction. Haian, he is only for Live for yourself, and to love him you have to be ready to lose everything." "And you? Don't you?" Jill suddenly turned her head to face Marty: "I'm different, I pity Hai'an." If so, why did Marty see such sadness in her eyes?