Chapter 2 salty (1)

The sky is scarlet, Chen Yan discovered this during evening self-study. Sitting in the last row with Yuan Jing, leaning against the wall, cuddling with the air outside the back door.The electronic watch on the table was flickering, and the time for get out of class was approaching. It's been like this for a week now, the sky has learned to change color furtively, from sad blue to bloody red in seconds. At 8:20, the corridor was full of people.TV series, new ways to lose weight, new small restaurants in front of the school, SHE, psychological tests... are the topics girls talk about.The boys are more monotonous, nothing more than basketball or football or computer games.The sound of footsteps, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, the sound of textbooks surging in the schoolbag, and the faint hum of filaments, these are the sounds of school, and they spread out and gather quickly.Lights fell gently on the sound, adding a little festive vibe to the time.

The corridor sandwiched between the teaching building and the office building has no voice-activated lights and is deserted.Two years ago, the two buildings were rigidly stitched together to allow teachers to move from their offices to their classrooms.The smell of raw cement has not dissipated so far, and the hastily laid tiles have begun to fall off. No one wants to walk this passage at such a pleasant moment after school.It was a wound that hadn't healed after two years, but festered a little bit.Only Chen Yan, suddenly restless, wanted to avoid the crowd, so he chose this wound.She was accompanied by only a tiny flying insect, almost black gray, opaque night.The flying insects went back and forth between her ears tirelessly.

Can't see clearly, can only use smell to find the way. "When the temperature is high, the distance between the molecules will be looser. In summer, you can smell the smell of the toilet from a long distance, but in winter? On the contrary, you have to walk close to you to smell it. This is because when the temperature is high, the molecules It spreads faster." This is what the physics teacher said, and his voice was surprisingly similar to the buzzing of flying insects in his ears.March has not yet arrived, and the molecules are still shivering and huddling together, too lazy to move.Chen Yan tried his best to take a breath. Under her body temperature, the molecules finally woke up, stretched out their bodies, and led her way.

Every step has a different smell, and she slowly descends along these smells. It seemed that something was hiding in the darkness, only the flying insects could see it. She touched the night that enveloped her with her hand, causing it to convulse a little. The red office building, the yellow school building, the dark passageway turned out to be a dirty sandwich, the kind Allen Ginsberg encountered at a dinner party.There are no vegetables, yellow spots crawl all over the body, aging and dry.There was a big mouth waiting not far away, and the stench of indigestion spread everywhere.That mouth moved a little closer to the filthy sandwich, ready to gobble it up.Crushed by his yellow teeth, it slid down the sticky and fetid esophagus into the undigested stomach.Chen Yan, in this sandwich, you are just a salt, a clean, weak, innocent, desperately struggling salt.

What about flying insects?what are you?You're still a fly, you can fly out of a dusty window, well, even if you get swallowed by that mouth, you're still a fly.But Chen Yan, you can only be a salt at this time, you can only be Chen Yan if you run desperately, out of this passage, and run to the place that recognizes you as Chen Yan. The light at the exit was evasive and might disappear at any time. The cartilage connecting her heel and calf stood out abruptly. She quickened her pace and rushed into the flickering light, turning back into Chen Yan, a 17-year-old Chen Yan with sparse eyebrows. Chen Yan, Chen Yan with dull complexion, Chen Yan in the third year of high school, Chen Yan with parents, Chen Yan who lives on the 4th floor, Chen Yan who is ranked 18th in the class...

Her energy suddenly dissipated, and she ran desperately, leaving the sound of dark footsteps in the empty passage. The light that was still vague a moment ago suddenly became unscrupulous, the passage was left behind, and the flying insects disappeared.People crowded at the gate of the school like caviar, densely arranged, all of which are the product of one fertilization, may become a fish or be eaten by a child who will not be able to count in the future. The sky was so bloody, she raised her hand to cover her head, fearing that there would be drops of blood falling down. The moon was crowded into the scarlet sky, crooked and indistinct in shape.

Tonight's moon is shrinking. Countless bicycles are parked in front of the school, in various colors and in various postures, lined up like dominoes, and when one is knocked down, the next one will be destroyed.There are two rows on the left and right of the school gate, waiting to be opened.Finding your own among so many cars is a skill.Chen Yan has no such skills at all, so she can only wait until the end, until the unclaimed car is taken away, so she never rides to school. There are too many people, and a narrow road at the gate of the school is quickly filled up, and cars go slower than people.It's literally in a swimming pool where traffic rules are submerged and all movement is slow and limp because of the water.Chen Yan walked towards the bus stop with her head down. She had a membrane, and every time someone brushed past her, her membrane would break, and it was a laborious task to create a new membrane.

The sky changed color furtively again, rough blue. The moon's body was outlined more clearly by the sky, it was so thin today, but it attracted all of Chen Yan's attention. Cheng Ke kicked Chen Yan's left foot with his right foot, freeing her from staring at the moon.The bus came, and two coins fell into the automatic coin box with a crisp sound.The empty carriage was quickly filled with people, and more people wanted to squeeze in. Cheng Ke protected Chen Yan, and the two walked to the deepest part of the carriage. Overloaded cars are struggling on the road, and the poor road is under so much pressure every day.Through the slightly yellowish glass window, you can see the colorful fruit stand. Chen Yan saw her junior high school classmate, who had not gone to school, became the hostess of this fruit stand.Red apples paired with yellow bananas. Her former classmate was wearing a bulging coat. She looked up numbly and saw Chen Yan in the car. The two exchanged a thin smile.Elementary school, junior high school, and high school are only one street away from each other, forming a triangle. She has never stepped out of this small circle.She is familiar with every tree, every street lamp, every inch of road, every window...

Walking to Mayang Street, the speed of the car increased slightly.In the hair salon, there are fuchsia lights, women with long hair standing in the night, miniskirts and platform shoes, always dressed like this, winter is no exception, just add thick wool socks. The No. 30 road that was emitting black smoke continued to drive. After 4 stops, the people in the carriage disappeared.After all, there are many other shelters in this world, and the carriage is just one of them, temporary.There were many vacant seats for a while, Chen Yan sat down, Cheng Ke stood, their home school had eight stops, and the terminus of No. 30.Unsteadily, Chen Yan fell asleep, curled up with his head buried in the schoolbag on his lap, and a few strands of unpressed hair trotted along with the wind.Cheng Ke has seen her face many times, but he still wants to see it now, for fear that she will turn into another person when she raises her head.

When she arrived at the station, she touched Chen Yan's head with her fingertips. No matter how soundly she slept, she was sensitive, so she subconsciously shook her body.A wounded kitten, it is the pain that keeps her from moving, otherwise she would run away immediately.Fortunately, she didn't become another person, but there were a few red marks on her face, which were caused by the zipper of her schoolbag.Cheng Ke carried her out of the car, and crossed a road to the community.On the side of the road where the long-distance bus was parked, there was a mixed smell of gasoline and rotten eggs, and there were a few touches of purple mixed in the facade.

At 8:40 on the street, the air is getting cooler. "Go to my house!" Cheng Ke said. Chen Yan looked up at her, a little puzzled, "What are you going to do?" Cheng Ke knew it when he said it, and then continued to carry her forward. Walking downstairs, Cheng Ke screamed with all his strength, and the voice-activated lights turned on from the first floor to the fifth floor, and the highest record was seven floors. This building only has seven floors. Cheng Ke took Chen Yan to his parents' room. At this point, his father was drinking with a client, and his mother was playing mahjong at Chen Yan's house.The huge bed lay across the middle of the house, and the white sheets looked like a corpse that had been dead for many days. Cheng Ke took out a huge "Salsa" shopping bag from behind the door, and took out nearly ten bottles of perfume from it. They were lined up and displayed naked in front of Chen Yan.The smell of those perfumes meanders and diffuses in the air, desperately trying to drill into the senses. She suddenly missed the taste of water mangcao, the simple and direct taste.Water weeds should be living things, and each water weed contains a soul that has not yet been reincarnated.Some nights when he couldn't sleep, Chen Yan would take out the water weed and put it in the palm of his hand, as if he could touch its heartbeat.In a dark room, look at a plant that once carried a soul.where are allThose souls... and maybe reincarnation... Chen Yan, your existence is just an illusion. During a certain cycle, you were put into a place that didn't exist, and existed in a way that didn't exist... All perfume smells are curly and cannot be flattened.Cheng Ke carefully took out the perfume bottles one by one from the cumbersome packing carton, Chen Yan was dizzy, why those odor molecules moved so violently, all kinds of sophisticated smells were twisted into a ball in the narrow space, if there is a Just get a sharp knife, cut them, and chop them. In her diary, there is the smell of water mangosteen, which is vertical and cannot withstand any bending.There is this smell on the fingertips and on the knees. When it blooms in summer, hug the knees and greedily inhale the smell of water mangosteen, as if the whole world is inhaled into the body. Chen Yan's water mang is like a baby with two heads, two from the same root, and they have been staring at each other inevitably for centuries.