Chapter 3 the third part

(twenty one) On a winter night, Yan Xu and I sat in the garden in the middle of the street, I told him about Lin Lan, As a result, I kept talking until I couldn't stop. That winter night became extraordinarily cold in my memory, Yan Xu's words carried the white vapor from his mouth, Dispersed in the black cold air, eventually disappeared, Like Lin Lan in the past, No trace was left. (twenty two) Yan Xu and I always like to sit on the floor and search one by one, Sometimes dust off the cover Seeing a line of surprise English letters, A CD that I have been looking for for a long time.

The owner of that video store is from Beijing. A very young lad, rough character, Like those underground musicians in Beijing. (twenty-three) FOX has been sending me emails since I was in college. various rock magazines, I always flip through it under the desk in class, The pages of the book rattled. (twenty four) I always keep these magazines in my school bag, and take them across the city, Trying to find the direction they came from. Meet the man with the black guitar, I still stop and ask him if he is FOX. (twenty five) Yan Xu likes to sketch at crowded crossroads after school in the afternoon,

And I'm listening to music. Yan Xu likes to paint those people who are in a hurry and look numb, Draw them walking across the street on a zebra crossing. He told me that the simpler the face the more hidden the story. Yan Xu's sketch characters always don't have black pupils, empty eyes, Poker face. I ask him why, He said, no reason, That's what I saw. (Twenty-six) When twilight falls and the sky grows late, Yan Xu began to tidy up the drawing board, Then we stood by the side of the road for a while, Then go home. Actually, I really like the air in the evening,

Little by little white flecks scattered in the air, Like a vaguely aged film on film. Yan Xu and I stood motionless by the side of the road, Years later I still dream about this image. We stand outside of time, They lie flat under the river, And our youth, Buried in the innermost part of the cave. I cannot hear their voices nor see their faces, I only saw their lonely backs, as if saying goodbye. (Twenty-seven) Yan Xu and I like to go to a coffee shop called Zhai Lue, Because there was always a psychedelic rock CD in it, The voice is erratic and faint, Yan Xu and I once asked the waitress who played the CD

why do you want to do this But she didn't know either, She took out the disc to show us, but it was all in Japanese. There are paintings on every wall in that cafe, There are reproductions of famous paintings, as well as the works of children studying fine arts. The floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street are large and bright, Yan Xu and I always like to sit on the street facing the street at night Look at the people in a hurry outside. Once we saw a woman with exquisite makeup but a tired face always looking at us, But has not spoken.I thought she knew Yan Xu. But Yan Xu told me that the inside cannot be seen from the outside.

She was just looking at her own reflection on the dark glass. I ran out and stood at the window, Sure enough, I could only see my lonely figure printed on the glass, But behind the glass, Yan Xu's deep smile can only be vaguely seen. (Twenty-eight) Behind my house there is a dilapidated church, pointed top, On the top there is an old rusty clock, Every evening at dusk an old man in a robe pushes the ram, Then the sudden ringing of the bell will always startle a flock of pigeons on the roof, They began to fly lonely in the sky. Yan Xu and I sometimes go there to listen to poetry,

Listen to the clear sound of the pipe organ. I remember the first time Yan Xu and I walked in, we were both wearing earphones, Yan Xu listened to the industrial heavy metal advocated by Godflesh, And I listened to Nine Inch Nails' Pretty Hate Machine in the same style. As I look at the intent faces of those who pray, I have no way to continue the noise in my ears, I take off my earphones, Listening to the peaceful sound of the organ, But Yan Xu smiled wickedly, wearing headphones, Shaking his head slightly. Hair fell down over eyes. (Twenty-nine) Later Yan Xu graduated, FOX left,

Lin Lan disappeared, And I'm in my third year of high school. Yan Xu went to the Central Academy of Fine Arts in his mind, In it, I live a life dependent on drawing boards and rock music. He always keeps sending letters to my home at the speed of one letter in three days, Every time I walk through that rusty iron gate with his letter Pass through the bluestone courtyard and go up to the second floor, Then unfolded his letter, Put them in a drawer after reading them. Yan Xu's letters are always read by me over and over again, You can almost recite it when you read it. Just like reading FOX's letters before, I lived my senior year of high school while listening to him tell me about Beijing's music and Beijing's paintings.

(thirty) I sat under the desk lamp and wrote letters to Yan Xu, with a black pen, write beautiful lyrics, There is no end to a long paragraph, a long paragraph, At the end of the letter, I drew a lot of broken petals, I cried before finishing the painting. Tears fell on the letter paper, Make those English no longer clear.