Chapter 18 Part 3: The Meteor Shower of Love During the Depression

The third part of the love meteor shower in the depression period (1) meteor shower They said that there will be a meteor shower at midnight tonight, and many stars will commit suicide en masse. This is the third time such rumors have spread. I sat on the bus and looked at the street lights.Once in 10,000 years, they all said so, with a convincing tone.What a good thing, what a thing that fits the romantic imagination, and it is suitable as the background of an affair.For example, at the seaside, plump breasts, perfume on Fifth Avenue, a thirty-year-old man smoking a cigar, meteors falling into the sea one after another, an affair.All my life I've been looking forward to an affair.That's not what I said, it's what a Frenchie said in "The Last Stripper."He is nearly seventy years old and is dying.I am not yet suitable for an affair.Because I'm flat-looking, flat-chested, and haven't learned to wink at a man yet.I worry that I will never be the subject of an affair, and though I'm not yet seventeen, I often feel like I'm twenty-seven, as if my growth has grown rapidly to the limit.I have always felt that I am much more sensible than those chattering and giggling girls, so I disdain to be with them.

Many people flocked to the bus when getting off.A man came up to me.He wears a round hat.He asks me out.He didn't know that tonight was the night of the meteor shower.On the phone, I agreed without hesitation, just thinking that something should happen this night.He reached out to wrap around my waist familiarly, but I dodged and looked at him warily.He smiled tolerantly, you are like a little boy, you are different from what I imagined. We walked with a distance of about one meter.Walking through the overpass, he asked, do you know why I want to know you?There are girls next to you who are much prettier than you.

But you are not like them, he said. I walked silently with my schoolbag on my back.No, not like you said.I'm no different than any other girl, I'm just more lazy than them to hide my desires.You want to know me only because you want me, and you, like all the ambitious men who have just arrived in the city, are eager to court any woman they might come across.And I just pray for an affair, in the night of the meteor shower.I've never seen a meteor shower.This is just a little wish or fantasy that I keep. We walked down the overpass, walked across a street, and entered a residential area.People close their doors early and go to bed.We crept upstairs like thieves.He opens the door of the room.This is a bachelor's room of unknown origin, full of cardboard boxes, sundries, books and messy furniture.I'm going to flirt with him here.Is there anything wrong?I am well educated, have excellent grades, and am ready to go to college and better higher education.I haven't flirted with other people, I may not be very good at it, but it should be no obstacle, he will teach me.Besides, I'm still smart.

He hugged me coldly from behind, turned me around slightly, kissed me down, and at the same time reached into my clothes skillfully.He is sophisticated.He pushed aside the debris on the bed, picked me up and put me on it, and started to undress me.That's fine, I just need sophisticated men, I don't want to be too thoughtful.And my body is like a finely crafted violin, ready to sing erotic songs. What do you like? What? Man, he said. Thirty years old.I answered without thinking. Thirty years old?He said in surprise, why does it have to be thirty years old?Why not twenty-eight, or thirty-two?

Why?How could there be so many whys, I thought to myself. He is thirty years old.In fact I did not guess that he was thirty years old.He is well maintained, with fair skin and rosy skin, but when he pressed his naked body against me, I found that he was actually old and inevitably fat, flabby, with frequent urination, kidney deficiency, or Another problem.But when I saw the photos of him when he was young, he was quite handsome, and he even had a kind of attractive innocence only for boys.I've been to Japan and can cook French food, he said.But what does that mean to me?He is no longer young.I kind of pity him.I hugged him tenderly and decided not to dislike him.I whispered in his ear, I decided to call you "Little Bear".Bear, he muttered, frowning, why the name.No reason.In fact, I have wanted a bear since I was a child, just like those girls.I don't know why grown-ups take it for granted that a nice and well-behaved girl doesn't need Fluffy Bear, and I keep a secret because of my excessive self-esteem and refuse to reveal anything.I grew up under the watchful eyes of adults, healthy, innocent and cautious.

I lay under him and looked at him without shyness.This thirty-year-old man's fat body is like a fluffy and warm eiderdown quilt, and I don't know how to present my ideas to him.Eager to court, eager to convince me, he showed me his premium condom and promised me that I wouldn't get pregnant.The crux of the problem is not here.I solemnly mentioned the meteor shower to him, I emphasized that it was once in 10,000 years, I said that I have never seen many stars fall together, and I suggested that we get up at two o'clock in the morning, on the overpass in this city Stop by to watch this once-in-a-million-year event.Of course, I am not opposed to pleasure-seeking and reasonable sexual catharsis, but the premise must be: meteor shower.We must witness this spectacle before we can indulge in pleasure.We'll have sex when many stars are dead, Like all dying or mad beasts.

I'm going to have sex with you tomorrow morning. After he announced so, he rolled over and fell asleep, and soon snored like a thirty-year-old man.I lay next to him, naked.I should be in my own room, drinking stale boiled water, washing clothes, and reciting homework as usual, but why did I come to this inexplicable residential building tonight?My body is so young, so sensitive, so empty, I should like the feeling of my body being filled, like my body being turned over and over deftly, as if it is not my own, but just a light object thing.In the dark, I alone imagined the meteor shower agreed 10,000 years ago. They are destined to fall collectively over the city at midnight tonight without hesitation.I could have made a wish, like Chibi Maruko-chan.But what should I promise?This city is forgetful, and it often makes us forget our original wishes.And now I'm lying on the dirty, untidy bed of an unknown bachelor in the city—I don't even know his name yet.

Ah, the meteor shower, I'm about to miss it.I can't wait another ten thousand years. In the morning, I got dressed and went to the bathroom to wash up.He followed, grabbed me, and quickly entered my body from behind, like a skilled nurse giving an injection to a patient, neatly.What more fun do you hope to get out of this kind of thing?It's just going in and out, and it's tedious. You can go now, he said as he fastened his belt, hurry up before the neighbors see. He is so wrong.I mean, his attitude and tone of voice.He shouldn't have turned things into this and put me in this situation.

I said, please don't talk to me like this, or you will regret it. The third part of the love meteor shower in the depression (2) Many people flocked to the bus when getting off.A man came up to me.He wears a round hat.He asks me out.He didn't know that tonight was the night of the meteor shower.On the phone, I agreed without hesitation, just thinking that something should happen this night.He reached out to wrap around my waist familiarly, but I dodged and looked at him warily.He smiled tolerantly, you are like a little boy, you are different from what I imagined. We walked with a distance of about one meter.Walking through the overpass, he asked, do you know why I want to know you?There are girls next to you who are much prettier than you.

But you are not like them, he said. I walked silently with my schoolbag on my back.No, not like you said.I'm no different than any other girl, I'm just more lazy than them to hide my desires.You want to know me only because you want me, and you, like all the ambitious men who have just arrived in the city, are eager to court any woman they might come across.And I just pray for an affair, in the night of the meteor shower.I've never seen a meteor shower.This is just a little wish or fantasy that I keep. We walked down the overpass, walked across a street, and entered a residential area.People close their doors early and go to bed.We crept upstairs like thieves.

He opens the door of the room.This is a bachelor's room of unknown origin, full of cardboard boxes, sundries, books and messy furniture.I'm going to flirt with him here.Is there anything wrong?I am well educated, have excellent grades, and am ready to go to college and better higher education.I haven't flirted with other people, I may not be very good at it, but it should be no obstacle, he will teach me.Besides, I'm still smart. He hugged me coldly from behind, turned me around slightly, kissed me down, and at the same time reached into my clothes skillfully.He is sophisticated.He pushed aside the debris on the bed, picked me up and put me on it, and started to undress me.That's fine, I just need sophisticated men, I don't want to be too thoughtful.And my body is like a finely crafted violin, ready to sing erotic songs. He looked at me with a funny expression on his face, and even reached out and scratched my nose lightly.Ah, he said, you really are like a boy. You clearly know I'm not a little boy.I drew a knife, and without even thinking about it, I stabbed it quickly into his chest.I heard a puff, as if something was torn apart with great effort, and the blood sprayed freely from his body onto my body and face.There seemed to be a big red flower unfolding in front of my eyes. He stared at me, too surprised and frightened to speak.Yes, I have a hobby of spring dinners, but I have another more unknown hobby - hiding a sharp knife in my clothes, waiting to kill and kill at any time.In fact, he can completely avoid such a situation.Because I will definitely go, I will leave and disappear on my own after eliminating all traces of cheating, and I don't need him to urge me at all.He really shouldn't have spoken in such an orderly tone, which greatly hurt my self-esteem.I admit that people have to defend their self-esteem like a ferocious beast, and that is the most vulnerable piece of territory.If he thought he could treat me like those women, he was wrong.I have to let him know that he will pay dearly for this. I carefully changed my clothes, wiped off any possible fingerprints, washed the knife and hid it again.I know that there are too many clues, but I don't have the slightest worry, no one will doubt me, a pure-hearted female student.When I returned to the street again, I was immediately lost in the crowd, like a duck to water.The sun is shining on my face and I know that the purity and innocence of my face has not diminished one bit.The world is primarily ours.As usual, I hurried across the city to catch the first reading class in the morning, and I was never late.On the bus, I heard two high school girls discussing loudly that the meteor shower at midnight was just another rumor.