Chapter 4 [四] little relative

Another movie started, and this movie theater, which can only accommodate 40 people, became lively. When Yang Zuoluo wanted to open a movie theater, he never thought that so many people would like to watch art movies.Only later did he realize that he was the lucky one.He should be grateful to this city of joy, where all those who want to get drunk, those who want to suffer, and those who want to moan without illness all come here.So, this place has become a hell in heaven.As luscious as "Heaven in Hell". Yang Zuoluo was chewing betel nuts and smoking a cigarette, feeling the fierce reaction of these two strange-tasting things in his chest.He felt that his brain was very cloudy, and gradually his body became very light, his limbs stretched, and his heels lifted off the ground.When he felt that he was flying into the air, someone sat down next to him.He smelled the smell of wood perfume, faintly.

Then the movie starts and the lights go out.Wood Perfume reached out his hand in the darkness, snatched the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and threw it on the ground. The firelight drew an orange-red arc in the darkness, and the shredded tobacco seemed to make a dry sound when it was burning, which was indistinct Under Chu's curtain, the cigarette was crushed flat by the rubber sole of the wood perfume's canvas shoes, and then he twisted it a few times with excitement. Yang Zuoluo immediately pulled himself back to the deck, who was floating in mid-air, and was ecstatically surprised.

It was a DV short in Germany, so short that it ended before you could remember what it was talking about. The lamp was on, and he turned his head to look at the wood perfume.Before turning his head this time, he had already pondered the situation of wood perfume for a long time.About his gender and age and everything.Yang Zuoluo is actually suitable to be a screenwriter. He really likes to observe people and guess people. He can easily divide people into several categories, and then overturn his old definition after a big party, rearrange and regroup. Before he turned his head, his mental activity: She should be a girl, no matter whether it is a man or not, I like Mu Muxiang, I hope she is a woman, if it is a man, I will turn into a woman... Her hair It should be short, with a flat nose, so that when you get angry, you won't scare others, but you will find it cute.Her clothes are probably very feminine, her breasts are relatively small, she has canine teeth, and the buttons are tied in a mess, but the sneakers must be clean. When she catches a cold, she uses a tissue to block her nose, and she can vaguely see her red nose...

He turned his head, everything was like a dream.The girl sitting next to her was no different from what he had imagined, except that she was more naughty and gentle than she had guessed. "You don't like other people smoking?" Yang Zuoluo pretended to be calm. "Isn't this a movie theater? What do you do if you smoke in a closed environment?" Wood Perfume didn't even look at her, but packed her things by herself. "There is no rule against smoking in this movie theater, miss." Her eyes finally moved up from her schoolbag, and looked at his eyes: "Who said that? You call the manager, and I'll ask him."

"This is a private cinema, and I'm the boss." Yang Zuoluo thought it was fun to tease the little girl like this. The other party: "Oh, dare to wait for me here! Then tell me, what special regulations do you have here?" "Show art movies on weekdays, students are free, closed on Wednesdays, some people who like movies have a party and drink tea together, and show restricted-rated movies on weekends..." "It's very interesting, but students usually show movies for free. Isn't this encouraging students to skip class? Isn't that bad!" She looked at him seriously, blinking her eyes.

Wood Perfume's real name is Wei Wei, 21 years old.Her fingernails and hair are very short, like a small animal, she blushes at every turn, but sometimes she is quite courageous when she makes a fuss.Watching DVDs at home all day.She is from Huancheng, and the place she wants to go most is France. She is very confused every day, often forgets to zip her schoolbag, and often forgets to bring her keys when she leaves the house. She will really forget what she had for breakfast as the lyrics say, maybe she didn't eat it at all... But she is also careful.She knew that Margaret was a Scorpio. They met in the corridor of the theater that day, and they brushed each other. See the milky smell on her body.Wei Wei wanted to stop her and hug her, to give her some warmth.Because of the emaciation, the blue veins on the forehead of the melancholy woman, and the skin is too white, the whole person looks like a test tube that is about to burst.

Slightly began to observe Marguerite.She sat in the back seat.Today's movie is "At This Time, Then" (English name: "The Hours").The movie talks about the breakdown of three women.Nicole Kidman plays Woolf, a female writer of the consciousness genre. She wears floral clothes, her eyes dodge, her speech is difficult, her personality is closed, her shoulders are huddled, she writes while smoking a cigarette, and her face is full of anxious breath .At the end of the story, she dragged her skirt into the river. The scenery on both sides of the river was beautiful, and she fell into the complex reflections until the water covered her head, and everything returned to the original point and became quiet.There is no longer the streamer cutting the reflection of the water surface, only You Yun glides happily.

Slightly saw Margaret sitting there, her shoulders trembled slightly, presumably crying.After the show, walk over slightly. "You're so good-looking, and your shawl is also very impressive, and your tattoos are also beautiful." Margarita looked at her, she had an excited but not exaggerated expression.Searching my mind, I found that they hadn't spoken before, but they still felt cordial. "Then would you like to listen to my story?" Wei Wei was ecstatic, smiled foolishly, nodded hurriedly, helped Margaret wrap up the shawl, and went to the sunflower roof of Yang Zuoluo's room together.

There are two wicker chairs and an old wooden box as a coffee table, with a good view. The people on the ground are like long strips of playing cards, staggered from far to near or from near to far.In the days to come, they also often come here, looking around, they can speculate on a vague figure, those cards immediately stand up from the four corners of the tiles, there are teachers, peddlers, professional prostitutes, athletes, Blind people, cross talk actors... When thinking about it this way, Huancheng turned into a card box by the way, but it seems that there are no big hairs and two hairs in this box, and there are only 4 suits, and there are 13 characters in each suit.They barely exchanged consensus on the city.And guessing about strange souls makes them feel happy moment after moment.

Margarita's skin was so fair, and under the sun, everything else set off a serene and compassionate appearance.She took out a string of newly bought necklaces made of mini building blocks from her pocket, the colors were fresh. "Thank you for listening to my story, and this is for you." Slightly putting the necklace on her neck, she saw the colors pass through the light and into the rustic background.Seeing the beautiful and pale woman in front of her eyes, she closed her eyes, and her body was still faintly accompanied by the fragrance of milk. For a moment, she seemed to think of the bitterness and bitterness of these many years.At such a moment as bright as a pearl, the nightmarish past welling up in his chest is like a sickle.A sentence kept ringing in her mind: Who can deliver my story?

Margarita looked at the girl wearing the building block necklace, her expression was dull, and she was speechless for a while.She took off the shawl, it was a little hot, and picked up the pot to make coffee.As she walked, she wondered whether she should tell the girl the script of her strange childhood cruelty.Later she thought it should be a secret, especially not to tell such a charming girl. Wei Wei is wearing dark green overalls shorts and a very short tight T-shirt today, with black cotton socks over the knees and men's boots.Her waist is thin and long.The face is young and bright.Because she was facing the sun, she changed the angle a little, in order to more clearly capture the flickering in Marguerite's narration. Marguerite's voice was soft and gentle.With a slight movement of Mosha's fingers, the narration began: The tooth brushing ghost has to brush his teeth non-stop every day. When the toothpaste runs out, he will grind his teeth and eat people. One day when the toothpaste really ran out, he went up and bit the man in the room.The man is in pain.At this moment, the ghost mother bought toothpaste, and when he saw the toothpaste coming, he went to brush his teeth, ignoring the man for a while. Because of being bitten by him, the man got sick of brushing his teeth all the time.Before long, he had a girlfriend.His girlfriend is his toothbrush. He brushes his teeth all the time and kisses his girlfriend. One day he also ran out of toothpaste and went to a convenience store to buy it.Outside the convenience store, he met a girl combing her hair and setting off fireworks.He fell in love with her. After returning home, he would never tell his toothbrush girlfriend that he had moved on.He is a stubborn person who is responsible for what he loves, and he also hopes that it was just a spur of the moment and he will recover soon. But his divisions grew more and more severe.He couldn't control his sadness, so he had to brush his teeth desperately.Toothbrush cried and asked him why he kissed her so hard and was no longer gentle.Moreover, his breath has changed and his mood has become chaotic. The man was silent, feeling sorry for the toothbrush. The toothbrush wears out fast and loses the head.He was frustrated and didn't want to throw away the toothbrush, but it was getting weaker and weaker, and soon died. In order not to fall in love with other toothbrushes, he decided not to use toothbrushes anymore, and just chewed toothpaste instead of brushing his teeth. He went to the supermarket to buy a new flavor of toothpaste.While missing the toothbrush that died, I still can't forget the woman who set off fireworks that I met that day.Suddenly, the toothpaste took the shape of a girl.She is the woman who set off fireworks, she is a toothpaste ghost. The man was ecstatic.So, I put my girlfriend in my mouth every day.His mouth was warm and moist. But happiness is always short-lived.The toothpaste was consumed bit by bit.When he was about to die, the toothpaste said to the man: "I am satisfied if I have been spoiled by you. If death is the return of love, it doesn't matter." After the story of the toothbrush ghost was finished, Wei Wei's eyes turned red at the end, and she looked at Margaret, who was smoking faintly, with her chin resting on her cheek. "What's the matter, don't you feel very warm?" "That man is so painful, living alone in the world." "Yeah, he is very tragic. It's not enough to talk to the towel and soap, and he has to brush his teeth alone, but his toothbrush and toothpaste can fall in love with him." Marguerite also held her cheek with her hand, She suddenly returned to the 19-year-old playfulness.Looked slight. He pursed his lips slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Why did you let the toothpaste die? Toothpaste is a ghost, how could it die?" Observing the slight expression, Margarita was struck by her earnestness, and replied, "Because it was consumed." "Did you mean toothpaste?" Marguerite: "No, I mean love." Wei Wei keeps reminiscing about this afternoon, and after a long, long time, she realizes why Margaret thinks that love is consumed and death is the way back.This is related to a person's life experience. Grandma failed to let her go after her death.Her mind was filled with stories like these, tragically over, told calmly. Of course this is all for later.After listening to the story of the tooth brushing ghost, she turned her face slightly to remove a few tears, and she secretly scolded herself that she was still not strong enough.The tears on her eyelashes were crystal clear in the sun. Marguerite took off the shawl, put it on her, and shook her shoulder with her hand in embarrassment to express her relief, her face suddenly flushed slightly, and her heart was beating wildly. "You smell so sweet, the smell of milk." He slightly lowered his head to smell the shawl, and said with a smile. Margaret also felt dizzy with heat: "No, it's probably the smell of the powder I put on." "I've never smelled this kind of smell in Huancheng." "This is my grandmother's favorite powder. We are strangers. Huancheng probably doesn't have this kind of taste." Wei Wei: "What's your name? Did you come here with grandma? How long have you been here? Why are you here? Why are you unhappy? Where do you live? What do you like to eat? You know there is an amusement park in Huancheng Is there a game that locks people in and then asks you to find the key and get out?  …” Wei Wei is too curious, the moisture on her eyelashes has evaporated, the sun is starting to dim, and the weather is getting colder.She wanted to know everything about Marguerite, and what Marguerite caught in her question was the game. Margaret: "You have so many questions, you are like a child. If you can, I hope you think I am a person who came out of nowhere. I like stories without a reason, like the ghost who brushes teeth. I made it up, But I never wanted to find out how this ghost died, what kind of person he was when he was alive, whether he was male or female, why he became a ghost who likes to brush his teeth after death, and does loving brushing his teeth mean that he was very sad when he was alive? ...I used to think about these things day and night, but I was really unable to find the root cause, so I became a simple person, not delusional about the reasons for things..." Interrupting her slightly: "Then everything will have a result?" "Yes, I believe in the doctrine of endings." "What is the doctrine of the end?" "My theory of the end is to tell... well, to use a metaphor, today I told you a story, you put on my shawl, it was getting dark, and it was getting cold, we will definitely go back to the room to drink a cup of hot milk together Yes, that's the end of the day." "This is your theory, I think the end of today is that you will take me home together, we will watch the stars and drink hot milk together." The slightly uninhibited character is sometimes reflected. Margarita's heart beat fast: "Well, if you are willing to take me to the playground to play that game, I can make you another double-skin milk and strawberry pie at night." She said The time is warm and the sound is bouncy. They walked together in the sunset, with full light and shadows around their bodies.A plane flew across the sky, and the halo of the clouds was shattered. They looked up, and the woman's voice, covered by the sound of the huge engine, slightly wrapped Marguerite's shawl tightly, and said to her shadow Sentence: I like you. Like a little animal full of expectation, Wei Wei followed Margarita and walked towards her home.She shook her head as she walked, took out her camera, and took pictures of Marguerite walking.Margaret didn't like taking pictures at first, and she was not used to being directly photographed by a camera at first.But she didn't want to spoil a little fun like this.Wei Wei is a smart person, and he gradually learned to capture the camera inadvertently. They passed a café where the women looked at Wei from a distance, and Marguerite noticed it.Wei Wei asked Margaret to wait for her outside, saying that she would come out soon. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Margaret saw Wei Wei talking to a waitress. The girl had a dull expression, ordinary facial features, and a bloated figure. From such a distance, it seemed that there were pimples on her face. Mark of.Before Wei Wei came out, he brought out a large bag of garbage from the store. Marguerite looked at her suspiciously. She threw the garbage into the garbage truck and turned around slowly.She was thinking about how to tell her story in a tactful way, so that it would not sound too ordinary, but also not sharp.For a moment, she already knew how to deal with it: "I opened this store. But I hand it over to my good friend. Her name is Gesang. We are good friends who grew up together. She is always in a bad mood, so I opened this store and let her Do something. Usually she dresses like other waiters to serve customers. She doesn’t like being their leader, for fear of giving them a condescending feeling.” Margaret: "She doesn't look very happy." Wei Wei: "She has worked hard. She has experienced some strange things since she was a child. It may be unfortunate in the eyes of others, but in my opinion, this is fate, but her experience is rather strange." Margaret: "Like?" Wei Wei and Margaret had come to a long corridor at this time, and some women passed by with their dogs from time to time.Promenades like this are reserved for young people to fall in love in other cities.But in Huancheng, they have many entertainment venues, so the corridors are usually long and idle.Margaret occasionally came here alone to look at the moon, and she secretly named this park "Moon Park".She told Wei Wei about her thoughts, and Wei Wei had a twinkle in her eyes: "Then you still need a tin can." While Margarita was wiping the stone bench with newspapers, Wei Wei went to the gate of the park and bought two cans of beer and a tin can of sardines, and walked back with two forks. A story begins. "When Gesang was a child, he lived in a compound. Her mother was a train attendant, and she was away from home for half of the time every month. She went to some distant and cold places. There were nannies and grandparents to take care of her. She has been stubborn since she was a child. She likes a blue skirt, but she has to wash it until it is no longer dirty. She is afraid that it will cause fluff if it is always washed. She especially likes reading books.In the summer vacation of junior high school, she read all the literature books in the library. She has no sense of community, nor is she insecure.She lives in the attic of the house.It was a small space with a mattress. After climbing up to the attic, people could only sit in a semi-recumbent position. It was hot in summer and dark in winter.She slept there alone, and she always thought with satisfaction that it was very close to the sky. She was 14 and fell in love with the child of her father's colleague, who was already 22 at the time.They go on secret dates, buy popcorn and go to the movie theater, hug and kiss shyly, and give each other small gifts. On a cold afternoon just after the 15th, the boy climbed up to the attic and woke up Gesang who was sleeping soundly. They hugged, kissed and talked as usual.This time he was particularly excited and pushed Gesang down.Gesang cried in fright, and he left resentfully.Within two months, the boy brought his new girlfriend by motorcycle.The girl wears an exaggerated leather dress and wears bad mascara.She was a little disheartened about feelings and couldn't believe the feelings a man gave her. Later her cousin almost raped her because of the teenage impulse, this time she didn't cry, she just watched everything calmly and kicked her genitals hard. Strange things happened again.In the winter vacation of the third year of junior high school, her father took her to visit a colleague's house. He was an honest and honest adult man.They played cards too late at night and said they would stay overnight.She slept in the same room as the colleague's daughter.Half asleep and half awake, her father's colleague came to caress her.She opened her eyes, and the man walked away in horror.The next morning, this man acted as if nothing had happened. Before they left, he stuffed a lot of toffee into her arms and told her father that she was a smart child and would definitely enjoy her in the future. blessing. Margaret, why do you think she encountered all these strange things?Later, in the second half of the third year of junior high school, she read almost all the old books with patches in the district library, sat in the classroom all day long, observed other students, and wrote some stories to pass the time when she was bored.She had already started smoking by then. Her family moved to the suburbs, and buying a book almost required cycling across half of the city, but she was used to being alone.Occasionally writes to me to pour out the gold of her lonely world.I sometimes think she's terribly steadfast and terribly sensitive.We grew up in a large compound, and then went our separate ways before we reached adulthood. I am afraid that many people like us will understand each other and talk to each other when they become adults. At that time, their classmates were full of strange people, including gays, punk teenagers, and children from broken families.Not half a year after moving, her grandfather passed away.Grandpa is the closest person in the world to her.So later she often had auditory hallucinations at night, and she always heard grandpa calling her. She committed suicide by taking sleeping pills, and called me when the drug effect occurred, telling me not to be sad.At that time, when I was studying the most, I worried about her every day.She died again and again, and was saved by her mother. While struggling in pain, she read an article from a magazine. She liked the author's words very much, so she approached the magazine to contact him, and finally fell in love. Soon, the boy came to Huancheng to look for her with a small luggage.They rented a house and started living together.But suddenly one day, when she came home, she found that the boy had disappeared, and she couldn't find him by all means.Later, in that magazine, I saw that guy wrote his life in Huancheng and her into a novel, which was more exciting than the previous ones.She is completely devastated. She was just a subject for people to write about. In the corresponding illustrations provided by the magazine, the heroine’s face was uglified a thousand times. She looked up at the mirror and at the magazine in her hand, and tore the book to pieces. From then on, Gesang's sense of trust in people became less and less, and she seemed to have no one but me to rely on. " Margarita: "Does this girl believe in fate?" In fact, Wei Wei deliberately told such a long story, just to see Margaret's reaction, and to know her understanding of childhood and misfortune.At this time, she has fallen in love with Marguerite, a woman she doesn't know at all. She talked so much, but the other party's answer was completely beyond her expectation.What she cared about was whether this girl was destined or not. Slight observed Margaret's face carefully, shook his head and nodded, falling into deep memory and thinking.The sun spared no effort to cover her face, with sharp outlines. Margaret: "You are right. Let her manage the store. If there is something to do, there will be no emptiness. People who are vacant tend to think about it. In a city like Huancheng, people are too easy to stay still. That way People fall." Slight: "Can you feel what she feels?" she probes Margaret. Margaret: "Is it common sense, isn't this?!" Wei Wei knew that Margaret was perfunctory her, so in order not to be annoying, she stopped the topic here. The elevator stopped on the 7th floor, and three people walked in.Two women and one man are all poker friends of her grandmother. Regarding the death of grandma, the outside world has been rumored that Margaret and her boyfriend were not filial and angered the old man to death.So these people can't say anything nice when they see Margaret. Wife A: "Mag, it's you! It's been years since I saw you. Do you still live here with your boyfriend?" Several people looked at Wei Wei and her together. She looked up at Mrs. A, pretended not to know her, and kept silent. Wife A continued: "Madam B, look, this is Mag, isn't she? Her grandma has been playing cards with us, the one on the 21st floor?" Wife B pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose: "If it's her, why don't you respond, she didn't kill her grandma." Wife A: "Hey, it's a pity, the body is still so good. Could it be that she killed everyone who died? I have lived for dozens of years, and this is the first time I have seen someone die in Huancheng for no apparent reason..." Before he finished speaking, the elevator stopped from the 21st floor.Marguerite came out of the elevator with tears in her eyes.He followed behind with a slightly dull face.When the elevator doors closed, Marguerite stopped and stood where she was. Seeing her sad slightly, it is not good to ask again.The two entered the room. Many times Marguerite wanted to leave the house and rent it again.But she thought again, she is the only relative of grandma in this city, and she cannot be abandoned.Even so, she would still have nightmares all night long. In the dream, grandma stood at the corner of the balcony, a small space where the sun couldn't shine.She turned her body sideways, and the black cheongsam covered her thin and withered limbs, feeling empty.She had no shoes on and was leaning on the fence to smoke.The toe of the right foot is pointing up, and there are medicine bottles around the toe, big, small, red, blue, yellow, full and empty medicine bottles.The wind blew, and the cheongsam and the medicine bottle made a rattling sound... Margaret knew that the demon in her heart had to be overcome by herself, and she could not escape.So she simply locked her grandma's room, and when the weather was fine, she would call Yang Zuoluo to watch her, open the room, and take out the quilts and sheets that grandma had slept in to dry in the sun.It takes guts. Wei Wei took a look at the door as soon as he entered.Seeing the locked room was naturally connected to the discussion heard in the elevator.She thought: that locked room should be where her grandmother lived.But why do they say she died a miserable death?And who was her past boyfriend that those people said?There are almost no traces of the man living here. Where has the man gone now?What did she and Marguerite do that caused grandma to die of anger?Why did the neighbors say that about her? ! After changing their shoes in the hall, they walked past the door of grandma's room, pointed at the lock slightly, and asked her, "What's the lock for?" Margaret: "Empty room, not occupied now." Wei Wei: "Your grandma...?" Marguerite: "Yes, she died here." Asked slightly tentatively: "Is what the person in the elevator said true?" Marguerite didn't answer her, but made hot milk for her and brought it to her. "Drink!" Seeing that she didn't want to answer, Wei Wei didn't force her anymore. Margaret fell silent, slightly changing the subject to improve the atmosphere. Wei Wei: "Isn't your real name Margaret?" "My surname is Ma, my real name is Mag, and Marguerite is my pseudonym." "You're writing novels now? "Oh no. I'm a screenwriter." "The story of the ghost who brushes teeth, is the script written by you?" "Ah...that's too short to be made into a movie. It's just a story, let's talk about it casually." Slightly curious: "Then you stay in the Pearl Hotel every day, watching other people's movies and writing your own movies at the same time. Then when will your movie be broadcast?" "Don't worry, my experience is too short. When my experience grows, my story can grow." Slight: "I think you have a lot of stories." Margaret: "Hehe, I think you have a lot of questions." Wei Wei: "I only asked a small part. I have many questions and unknowns about you. I want to ask and get answers. But I know I can't be in a hurry, and I will definitely know those stories slowly." Margaret: "Aren't the people in Huancheng full of curiosity?" Slight: "No, everyone is curious about you, that's because you are special." Margaret laughed: "What's so special about me?" Slight: "Your sadness, the sadness in your bones. Most of the people in Huancheng are not happy. In fact, they are very weak. They would rather live in a city called happy. They lack the necessary pursuit and imagination. How boring. But they all think that this is the root of happiness, pretending to look for sadness with ignorant eyes, in order to show off their relief and sense of superiority. In fact, they are weak inside. People in Huancheng are famous for their joy, so they can't Don't continue to pretend to hide their hearts, so that they see a woman who is sad from the bottom of their hearts, and they worship, and in their eyes, you are strange and sacred. You are rare." After hearing Wei Wei's words, Margaret could no longer regard her as a child.She hit the nail on the head with her critique of the city.This is a city that makes its people proud, and more than 1 million words of government reports are used to praise itself every year.This is a city where the people really live and work in peace and contentment, and are loved by the people.This sad and happy city.She adjusted the cuffs of the sweater, looked at Wei Wei's face seriously and said: "Drink the milk quickly, or it will get cold after a while... Can you tell me what your childhood was like?" She has always been eager to know other people's childhood. After taking a sip of milk, she still gets nervous when she lies. For example, it is obvious that she swallows milk loudly, like an old well in the forest.She hesitated for a moment, and said it again, trying to adjust her tone and speed so that her voice sounded full of balance: "My parents are serious and careful people. They are as simple as what they ask of me. My childhood was the same as that of ordinary children. I went to kindergarten, ate snacks every day, got roundworms, picky eaters, and fell ill several times. My mother said that I am very easy to coax, if I scare and praise, everything is over. I am an excellent student, I am picky about the appearance of the class teacher, I call my classmates nicknames, and I am good at learning foreign languages... Hehe, my childhood was so trivial ,very common." Margaret: "Is everyone's childhood usually like this?" She looked at Wei Wei suspiciously and slightly nervously. Wei Wei has already seen that Margaret’s childhood was different from that of ordinary children, it should be a very unfortunate one, her eyes and tone of voice said everything. Wei Wei: "Yes, most children are like this. What was your childhood like?" Margaret sank into the sofa, put her hands on her forehead, and tested her body temperature like a normal person: "My childhood... I have forgotten it all, I can't remember it..." Wei Wei thought she was being perfunctory, and didn't dare to continue asking. It was getting dark, and Marguerite really made strawberry pie and double skin milk for Wei Wei, and the two of them opened a bottle of red wine.Margaret didn't drink, just smoked, slightly praised her sexiness, Margaret shook off the cigarette ash, and smiled plainly. The Huancheng government has always been sympathetic to the heating problems of the people.There is always enough heating for the winter.The two of them stayed in a small bedroom of more than ten square meters, removed their thick coats, and wore vests and skirts.Wei Wei took the opportunity to ask Margaret to try on her clothes.Margaret vaguely remembered that when she was young, she liked to wear grown-up clothes, father's mother's grandma's, and she would try on anyone's new clothes in front of the cosmetic mirror.Her father's new shoes, she ran all over the house with them... Margaret suddenly recalled these when she was distracted, and her eyes were a little wet.Recently, she seems to always be able to remember some hours of memory. She sometimes fantasizes that after waking up one morning, she suddenly recalls all the past events. She doesn't know if it is a disaster or a treasure of memory. Slightly tried on a bunch of her plain clothes, including shirts, skirts, windbreakers, and jeans. Margaret sat aside with a smile and looked at her slightly stretched skin. It felt amazing. From the innermost part of the cabinet, she found a piece of clothing, and she put it on quickly. After a long time, Margaret remembered that this was the dress she wore on the day she first came to Huancheng and met Yang Zuoluo for the first time, a white vest Wearing a black cardigan and a black tube skirt.She held back the sadness in her heart, and looked at the young woman in front of her, who was similar to her 19-year-old face, so pure, so impeccable.At that time, she was like a blank sheet of paper, her past and future were unknown. When the night is about to get completely dark, Slight goes home to sleep.Instead of cleaning up the messy room, Margaret took 4 pills and fell asleep quickly.At dawn, they made an appointment to go to the playground together.