Chapter 62 Chapter 3 Wilderness (1)

The drunken-red leaves drifted away from the branches, fluttering in the winter wind. It was not stained with mud and dust, and Marty caught the leaves in his palm. A maple tree that grows in the subtropics, a deciduous tree whose leaves are like maple.There is a row of maple trees planted on this street, and the leaves of the full branches are frozen red in the cold wind. Looking around, it has the feeling of being in the maple forest of the Northland.Marty handed the maple leaves to Xiaoye, and Xiaoye unloaded her small backpack, took out a copy of "Hegel's Discourses" she was studying hard from the bag, gently flattened the maple leaves, and sandwiched them into the pages of the book.So when she opened the black and white paper with difficulty, she would catch a glimpse of intoxicated maple red.

Xiaoye climbed high on the wall, and before Marty had time to stop her, she had climbed up to the top of the wall nearly two meters high.Xiaoye's short hair fluttered in the wind, and her cheeks glowed a youthful pink. "You come up too, it's good up there." Xiaoye begged Marty. "Danger." "No, I'll pull you, you crawl to see." "A girl's house, like a monkey." Marty counted down the leaflets on the wall like a sister, but she had already tentatively stepped on the flower bed in the corner. "Who says girls can't be like monkeys?" Xiaoye hangs upside down, holds the wall steady with one hand, and holds Marty with the other, which makes Marty jump.

"No no!" Marty screamed, "You're going to fall, sit still!" Just after screaming, Xiaoye’s hand has already pulled Marty up very strongly. Marty, who was just in shock, just sat down on the wall, Xiaoye flicked her short hair, and simply lifted her feet in short boots to the wall, humming a song Come. Behind the wall is a middle school. On the playground with short grass, a group of girls are playing basketball.It was very quiet on the wall, with only the whistling wind in my ears. This is a well-known girls' high school, and Marty would have never been to this area if he hadn't made an appointment with Su Yuan to meet here.Now the maple-like branches and leaves are blowing at Marty's feet, and in front of him is the lovely scenery of the girls' school, sitting tremblingly on the wall, but his mood has become romantic.

Today is polling day, and everyone gets an election day off.Taipei was originally full of people who had not returned to their hometowns for a long time because of work, and they all went back to their hometowns to vote on this day.The streets of Taipei, which have exhausted the population of residents, are empty, so it shows a strange relief.On this day, the cars traveled smoothly, the crowds were calm, and a gust of wind blew the election bulletin from the front to the end of the road. Walking on the deserted road, the hearts of Taipei people were touched. They finally felt the city in this bleakness. A touch of vastness and generosity.

Marty and Xiaoye went hand in hand early in the morning to vote for the mayor of Taipei.After Suyuan voted, she went to work overtime.A case that is urgently needed for a client cannot be delayed because of the election.In the office, she faxed the final draft to the client. While looking at her watch, she realized that Marty and the others were going to be late for their appointment, so she hurriedly packed up her belongings, grabbed her purse and rushed downstairs to hail a taxi. As soon as she got into the taxi, she said, "Come to Jingmei, please." The Suyuan man slumped in his chair and heaved a sigh of relief.At noon today, I asked Marty and Xiaoye to go for an outing. Fortunately, after rushing to work all morning, she deliberately maintained her physical strength, and even refrained from drinking too much coffee. Now she is generally full of energy.

The driver put out his cigarette and threw the butt out the window.He didn't press the meter, but turned back to look at Suyuan, and asked slowly, "Miss, have you voted yet?" here we go again.Ever since the Taipei mayoral election heats up, taking a taxi has become a compulsive game of wits.From colleagues, Suyuan has heard many adventures in taxis: a second-generation colleague from other provinces had an exhausting and heated argument with a Kuomintang driver who owned yellow for more than an hour in a taxi; Pai drove out the car; the Taiwanese-speaking driver quarreled with the Zhao Pai driver.

Now Suyuan took a quick look around the car. There was no "Qingxi" sign, no green cross flag, and no stickers for identification.The cassette in the car stereo is not "Spring Blossoms", and even the driver's accent does not reveal any information, neither like a provincial nor Taiwanese. "It doesn't matter who you choose, as long as he respects public opinion, he's a good mayor." Su Yuan launched a dissociation strategy. "Then don't you think Huang Dazhou has done a good job? Taipei's ten construction projects, don't you think it's easy?" the driver said.

There was a hint of ridicule on the driver's expression, clearly playing hard to get.Su Yuan risked it as if betting on it and said, "I don't think so." "Okay! Here you go!" The driver dialed the meter and started the car. Along the way, the driver talked endlessly about the situation of the three parties and the future of Taiwan, most of which were unimaginable street whispers. After getting off the car, Suyuan found that she was finally tired.She saw Marty and Xiaoye sitting high on the wall. Looking up, facing the instigation of Marty and Xiaoye, Su Yuan smiled and refused to climb up the wall.The most convincing reason is that she is wearing a narrow dress and high heels for work, which is not suitable for large body movements at all.

After hearing her excuse, Marty and Xiaoye looked at each other for a moment, and both of them stretched out their hands together, hugging Suyuan from left to right.After a child's frolicking, Su Yuan also climbed onto the wall, but her skirt was crooked, her hair was disheveled, and a small piece of skin was scratched on her elbow. Xiaoye dipped some saliva and spread it on Suyuan's skinned elbow.Suyuan straightened her clothes and hair, and began to feel very happy.The north wind is howling in my ears, and the school bell is heard in the wind. "It's so good to sit here, I feel like I'm back at Sad Cafe again," Suyuan said.

"Just saying that, then why haven't you come to the store for so long?" Xiaoye asked. "Busy, I'm so busy." Suyuan put her arms around Xiaoye's shoulders, "Is everyone else okay? Jier is also busy? Is the rattan okay? What about Hai'an?" A basketball flew over with momentum, Marty let out a soft cry, Xiaoye reached out and intercepted the ball, all the girls playing ball on the playground gathered. Xiaoye held the ball in the crook of her arm, and her feet in short boots swung on the wall.She stared at the girl who was the leader among the girls.The girl also looked up at her. The girl's eyes were very beautiful, and she pressed her lips tightly together, forcing out the lovely dimples on her cheeks.

"Give me back the ball," said the girl. "What's your name?" Xiaoye asked. "What's your name?" the girl asked back. "Xiaoye, this is Marty, Suyuan." "Give me back the ball. Brother Xiaoye." The girl said.Her serious expression and coquettish tone showed an irresistible girlish look, and the girl knew this advantage very well. As soon as Xiaoye jumped off the wall, both Marty and Suyuan gasped, and they began to think about how they would get off the wall.Xiaoye said, "I'll play with you." The girls all laughed, and Xiaoye joined the game.Looking down from the top of the wall, Xiao Ye, who was wearing a short jacket, was so handsome that even the girls looked pale.Xiaoye quickly mastered the role of ball control. Her basketball foundation is very good.In fact, girls are no longer engrossed in basketball.Now that the leaflets of the jacket have been shaken off, her short hair is sticking to her forehead with sweat, and her eyes are stalking the basketball. The hearts of the girls have become very soft, and their positions on the court have become very chaotic. These girls probably couldn't tell that Xiaoye was also a girl, right?Suyuan helped Marty tie braids on the wall. Seeing the scene on the court in their eyes, neither of them felt the need to reveal it.This encounter with Xiaoye in the north wind will one day become a beautiful memory of the girls.Who has the heart to expose a beautiful memory of girlhood?