Chapter 30 Game 4 Crown of Thorns (4)

He will always keep an eye on her.Do not leave her around.So he was the only person she had to say goodbye to formally before she left the city.the only one.She has stood on the edge of the world for too long, and she has never been able to immerse herself in it, so she has always been silent.She analyzes, identifies, classifies, and deconstructs all phenomena and human actions, and finally finds that they are just mechanical parts.At such moments, she felt ashamed of herself.I can't wait to slap myself hotly in the face, and say to the head of calm realism, fuck off. He took her to dinner at a fancy restaurant in a hotel.He knew her tastes as well as a husband.After sitting down, I ordered Yusheng (she likes sea urchin, tuna, and arctic shellfish), sushi (with large sliding red fish eggs on top), and clear plum wine.She was wearing a pink and white fine linen embroidered top that day, her hair was always scrawled and dry, and she looked careless.They sat opposite each other, calm and composed.

If the waiter is curious, it will take a little time to guess the couple.If it was the original wife, she was obviously too young for his age.If it is a lover, she is not young and beautiful enough, and her posture is not flattering enough.If they are colleagues, there is more casualness and tacit understanding between them.If it's a daughter, she seems too old...but in fact: they are Party A and Party B.She smiled slightly alone, and lighted a cigarette for herself in a relaxed manner. 5 She rented out her house and kept everything in the room: books, cast iron beds, velvet sofas, embroidered photo frames, prints, blue and white porcelain, antique furniture, a lot of clothes and shoes... new tenants can have it.She can't migrate with a lot of luggage.Before leaving the city, she gets the test of her own life that proves that everything she owns is nothing but possessions.

There are no places or people in this city that you can have the slightest nostalgia for.In her life, there is no foundation.At the moment of anesthesia, she understood that she had nothing to miss.she can say The first stop, arrived in Chengdu by night flight.At midnight, she called the pre-booked hotel and asked them to reserve the room for her.The weather is muggy.In the airport bus, she was drowsy and sweaty with her luggage.I changed to a taxi again, tired, with a dry and sore throat.In this small hotel, I only occasionally read in a magazine that an author who was obviously traveling with his own sense of happiness said that he sat in the corridor of the old wooden building eating fresh walnuts, basking in the sun, and sat all afternoon.But what she arrives at in the dark is just an old guest house.In addition to the dense tree shadows reflected by the round door opening, it has the beauty of the long-lost oriental garden.

The room is very simple, but for her, as long as there is a hot shower in the bathroom, she will be satisfied.In the room on the first floor, the windows cannot be closed.When you go to sleep, carefully tuck your wallet and documents in the sheets under the pillow.She was lying on the bed wrapped in her wet hair, and the pillow cover, which had never been changed, smelled of a stranger's hair grease.In the upstairs room outside, someone played mahjong until the early hours of the morning, shuffling the cards.From time to time, a woman's frivolous laughter spread out.She was lying on the single bed with a strange smell, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

On the flight from Chengdu to Lhasa, the man next door approached and asked, is this the first time I have been to Tibet? She nodded, feeling that he was very gentle.But he didn't want to talk to him much.And don't want to talk to any strangers.Two hours of silence can feel very quiet.In the unusually clear blue sky and large groups of white clouds, I saw three snow mountain peaks piercing through the clouds and standing abruptly between the clouds and the sky.Where everything is silent, nothing speaks.Always, the more the spirit surpasses all living beings, the deeper it will be hidden and difficult to touch.They are so lonesomely higher than all the rolling mountains.

A single woman's journey.She never felt ashamed to travel alone.Although she has no marriage, no children, no lover, she has been lonely for a long time, suffering from illness, and has been in trouble all the way.undeniable.This is her pattern of life.Just like the disabled arm of a childhood girl, the shattering of the bracelet after being worn on the wrist for eighteen hours, the disease whose outcome cannot be predicted even after surgery, and so on, it is just as natural and beyond doubt. Lhasa.A highland of 3658 meters above sea level.When the plane landed, she stared at the rolling blue mountains for a long time.No dense tree trails.clear blue sky.Not a single bird flew by.

6 Shansheng, you exist with wounds.You are a huge wound yourself.So you don't love yourself.His body, dissected as a boy, was stuffed with black coal, stone and metal.Half silently waiting to be lit, half cold and hopeless.this all the time.Forcibly stuffed black lumps, forced sutures, scars cannot heal, and will only expand as the skin grows. A person will die with many unspeakable secrets in his life.She told him.She knew he was a man with scars.Her travels and wanderings made him feel free.He would rather die alone with many secrets.Rather.He obeys solitude and his own history.