Chapter 56 Chapter 3 You Are a Half-Human (4)

"That day, after listening to Aunt Ke's conversation, I finally understood. It turned out that Hai'an was born as a single twin star. No wonder he was so desolate in his world. It turned out that Hai'an was really looking for a lost shadow. , that companion who is exactly the same as him who will never reappear. Say, isn’t this very pitiful?” Marty was silent and could not answer, she was cold, her hair was still wet, Marty was shivering.Jill motioned for her to drink hot tea. "Is it cold today?" Jill said, "I remember Hai'an once told me that the coldest place in the world was in his heart. It was this sentence that made me sympathize with him. That kind of cold, that kind of Desolation, I have also encountered..."

"I always thought you loved Hai'an." "Even if I love him, he can't love me. The person I really loved is here." Jill picked up a letter from the desk, "I received it today, and I spent the whole night before you came." reading it." Marty took it and looked at it. The Western-style envelope was all in English, and the recipient's name was Vera.Marty gave Jill a questioning look. "That was my old English name," Jill said. "I used to be called Vera." "Is this your boyfriend abroad?" "His surname is Yang, and his English name is simply Young." Jier tilted her head and lit another cigarette.

"Chinese?" "Mixed race. Young looks beautiful, almost as beautiful as Hai'an." Jill's voice was so soft, she completely lost her usual aggressive posture, "Speaking of which, what is appearance? I fell in love with his free way. That year I was twenty-two years old, I had just graduated, and instead of studying in graduate school, I went to New York alone to learn dancing." "No wonder Xiaoye said you are a dancer." "That was not counted. When I was in college, I joined a modern dance troupe and fell in love with dancing. At that time, people advised me that dancing like this would have no future, so I didn't care about my future. The teacher of the dance troupe wrote me a letter A letter of recommendation, I took this letter to the vast and crowded New York, and took refuge in an avant-garde dance troupe there, alas, stupid, really stupid."

Jill's voice became softer, and Marty had to concentrate to hear it. She continued: "It was a dance troupe full of ideals. Everyone created modern dances together. They were as poor as ghosts and kicked out by the landlord. We just nestled in the park together, waited for the nearby middle school to finish classes, and ran to the basketball court to continue dancing, just because the floor of the basketball court was suitable for dancing. "Hey, it was an extremely absurd and enjoyable time. The other foreign members in the regiment are all able to endure hardships. Their outlook on life is different from ours. They allow a person to pursue what he wants recklessly. I also fell in love with this kind of life. It was in the dance troupe that I met Young, who is also a very idealistic dancer.

"We soon lived together, very poor, very poor. Marty, have you ever experienced real poverty? Let me tell you. Once, we went to work as cleaners at a university, and because of being poor, I Young and I were always hungry. We cleaned the laboratory of the Department of Biology, and happened to meet them destroying the experimental white mice and burning them with a small stove. The student who was in charge of burning the rats didn’t want to go away. The rats were burnt to charcoal. Young and I were very sad, so we went to the director who hired us and tried to get him to pay the salary in advance for that week. We went to the student cafeteria and had a meal. A full meal, and coffee, while eating, laughing, laughing."

When Jill said this, her expression seemed to be warm. "Sometimes we worked a lot of jobs in a row and even saved some money, but for the various expenses of the dance troupe, we often spent nothing at once. Later, I don't know how it started, I found out that Young sold himself. He She looks so beautiful, so she has a lot of benefactors, young is only sold to men." Jill looked down and smoked, and Marty almost thought she didn't want to talk anymore, but she went on to recall: "Selling yourself, what's the big deal? We are all chasing the ideal life. For the ideal, other things can be tolerated. We started to live a more decent life, and we had heating in winter. Until one day, Young came back from the outside, he was exhausted, and he lay beside me. Young and I endured the hardest dance training together, never I've never seen him so tired. That night he lay beside me like this, so tired that he couldn't move, and my tears flowed all night."

"So you gave up?" Marty asked softly. "Of course we didn't give up. We practiced desperately, the works of the dance group began to attract attention, and we began to have invitations to perform in important theaters. Young is one of the principal male dancers, and he gradually became a bright future Star, all the hardships seem to be over, I decided to stay in New York to dance for the rest of my life, we are very happy, we dance more vigorously..." "and after?"