Chapter 11 [Pick up] Neighbors

Following Senin's instructions, he found a quilt from a cardboard box.A black cat is printed on a white background. The cat's ears are drawn exaggeratedly, erect and very long, like a cross between a certain rabbit and a certain cat.He put the quilt with the weird cat pattern on top. It was really dark, so I walked over and opened the curtains a little, otherwise I wouldn't be able to see anything.Some neon lights are flickering outside the window, and there are stars and the moon hanging in the sky. "If you don't go to the theater, who will take care of it?!" Senin found that he seemed to have disturbed his life and changed the process.

"Margaret and Wei Wei will stay there, and an uncle who sells tickets will help me watch it. At worst, the whole show is free! In fact, the movie should be free for everyone to watch, and everyone has acceptance and rejection. Right, why do you have to ask for a ticket as a commodity?! This thing is priceless, if you like it, it is expensive, if you don't like it, it is cheap..." "You really don't understand copyright?! If you don't pay to watch a movie, who will make movies in the future?!" "If the ticket is free, then the government must pay for it for you." He was a little proud.

"Oh, yes. I forgot that this is Huancheng. What is Huancheng? Huancheng means infinity and omnipotence. Is it the first pair of benefits?" Serin was actually mocking the Huancheng people around him. "Anyway, Huancheng can't represent joy." The Huancheng man suddenly became serious and profound, which startled Sai Ning. "Aren't you happy?!" "Anyway, there are only some people who are forced to smile. There are so many people living in Huancheng, how many of them are really happy?" "Everyone is quiet. Only Marguerite." "Her grief is there for all to see."

"Oh, by the way, Margaret and Wei Wei seem to be in a good relationship." She always wanted to ask this question, but she never had the chance to ask. Yang Zuoluo only smiled slightly. "How long have you known Margaret?" Senin was just curious. "It's been many years, she met when she was 19 years old." When he said this, his face was full of vicissitudes. "How did you know each other?" Margaret was his weakness. Senin had already poked him once when he mentioned her, but she didn't expect her to continue to mention it.This is tantamount to sharpening several big knives in a row on the weakness.

Yang Zuoluo: "She wants to buy a fish, but she has no money in her pocket. I will solve her problem." He spoke in a very calm tone, without any emotional sustenance. But Sai Ning is a very spiritual person, sometimes Yang Zuoluo suspects who sent her as an envoy, otherwise it would be impossible to grasp his weakness and know his inner feelings like the palm of his hand. In fact, it's all a coincidence. "Then are you in love? You helped her, so you must like her." Senin was still guessing with great interest.When Yang Zuoluo was hesitating whether to tell her or not, the doorbell rang suddenly.

In order not to let Senin catch the cold, he put on his clothes and went to open the door. A woman in red with a cheerful expression stood at the door. Because of the power outage, she was holding a flashlight in her hand. Yang Zuoluo wrapped up the woolen coat he found and put on casually, obviously not used to the cold outside. The woman's eyes seemed to have just cried, but she kept smiling, with a lewd smile trembling with flowers and branches, and greeted him with a soft voice, her voice trembled from crying at first, and then became smoother.So, in my impression, her voice is more moist and charming than that of ordinary women.

In the sparse light, Yang Zuoluo quickly identified her as the woman he saw in the theater yesterday, and finally he picked up her business card. He still remembered that her name was Lesbian, and she was a writer from a foreign country. Lesbian: "Please, my house is next door. I don't come here often, so I don't have any candles. Do you have any here?" "Ah...", Yang Zuoluo was distracted, and when he was talking to her, he was already caught in the memory of the midnight scene that day: the anxious breath and desire, and the sad woman... He came back to his senses, let her enter the room, and waited for him.

The woman walked into the living room of Sai Ning's house cheerfully, and stood aside to wait. He went into the bedroom and asked Senin for a candle, the woman took it and thanked her, laughing while talking. Yang Zuoluo felt that she was laughing awkwardly, so he asked her more socially: "Is there anything else you need?" "It's nothing, but I can't stand others being so kind to me. I always feel that I can't repay them, especially those kind strangers." Although the appearance of this sentence was a bit inexplicable, she still said it with a smile.Express some mood.

Yang Zuoluo: "The people closest to me are the best for me. Strangers are just passing by." The woman raised her face and looked at him seriously, her expression seemed to be hit by the wisdom of a wise man suddenly, and the answer given by the wise man was not in line with her ideal, so she began to feel bitter.Lace stared at the face of the "wise man" Yang Zuoluo hurriedly, thinking: This is the unique face of a person who has never lost courage! Seeing that she seemed hesitant to speak, Yang Zuoluo seemed to have something on his mind to talk to him, so he motioned her to stand in the corridor, so as not to disturb Sai Ning to rest.

The corridor was pitch black, save for the oval beam of the flashlight. Yang Zuoluo stood leaning against the wall, Lesbian suddenly smiled and hugged his shoulders, and said: "Please hug me." Although he was still smiling, his voice trembled.Tucking himself into his arms like a wounded animal.Yang Zuoluo was a little frightened and unresponsive.Put both arms on the left and right sides of the trouser line without moving. He just knew that this woman had been wronged, and he was sad but forced to smile.This woman is not beautiful, but she is very charming, and she should be sincere and frank.Giving her a shoulder to rely on at this time should be more useful than a thousand words of comfort.The motion persisted for a few minutes, until someone next door opened the door—the same man who had sat next to her in the theater and was stroking her.He was pulling a suitcase out the door.As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lesbian curled up in someone else's arms.Unexpectedly, he wasn't angry—maybe he was pretending to be calm, Yang Zuoluo thought.

The man handed a key to Lesbian, who opened her palm to catch the key, her somewhat flat body shook slightly, and Yang Zuoluo noticed the trembling.Soon she made adjustments and regained her smiling face, and she spoke to him like an old friend about to go on a long journey: "Be careful on the road, you can call me when you are in a bad mood, stop smoking, and chew gum to get over the loneliness time..." The person who handed over the key didn't say anything, paused, turned around and left.After a while, there was the sound of the locomotive motor starting in the air, and it could be imagined that the man should have gone away at a speed of 100 miles. A man and a woman in the corridor looked at each other.Yang Zuoluo always didn't want to embarrass women, so he wisely spoke first, leaving the opportunity of embarrassment to himself. "Is he your boyfriend?" "Probably." Lace smiled, took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it.Puchi Puchi struck the match several times, but it didn't ignite because her hands were shaking.Yang Zuoluo took it knowingly and ordered it for her. "Have you had a fight?" "No." Yang Zuoluo didn't understand: "Then why?!" "No reason..." She didn't seem to want to say anything unpleasant, she pretended to look at the liver red nail polish on her nails nonchalantly, and leaned closer to smell the fragrance. Yang Zuoluo can also roughly assert a few points.I thought: It’s nothing more than a couple who just got together. The woman dreamed up a lot of romance, but the man was a boring person at all, and finally broke up because of the incompatibility of life interests. Nothing, he thought, could be more depressing than a romantic being shattered by reality.All the cruelty in the world is just like this.So he wanted to help Lesbian save face, and he didn't go to the secrets he saw in the theater the day before, so he didn't reveal that he was the owner of the Pearl Hotel. The lace trimmed the crumpled top, and apologized to Yang Zuoluo with a blushing face. "Ah, I'm so sorry, I lost my composure." "If it makes you feel better, that's fine..." "Ah, I'm fine, it's okay! It's just a man, it's just a group of animals that I don't know very well. Let's just pretend that we live in two small universes. When we meet, we will be friends, and if we are separated, we will be friends." Waiting to make friends again... There will be no sadness, will it? It will only make you look forward to it!...Well, I have already delayed your time, so I won't bother you anymore, I hope you can be happy." Yang Zuoluo thought of Ser Ning who had a fever in the room, so he pursed his lips and smiled: "You too, your smile is very bright, just keep laughing like this." At the end he still said something that seemed to see through the scenery, it sounded so majestic : "Everyone will find their own prince and princess, as long as you keep looking." Lesbian gave him a hard look, nodded, and went back to the room. Yang Zuoluo thought to himself: This is probably the happiest person I have ever met in Huancheng, optimistic and full of hope! When he returned to the room, Senin wrapped himself in a quilt, with his head and hands exposed, reading a book.Only then did he realize that the call had come. What Senin was reading was a novel written by a poet named Niu Qian. The writing was clean and had the fragrance of hay.He wrote a story about sleeping in a dirty truck in a foreign land, with a beautiful foreign woman in the straw, and they drove to Scotland before Christmas... Senin hopes to find the meaning of time and life through all reading.Time is a physical noun, a mathematical noun, an English noun, an abstract noun, the superimposition of countless memories, leaving again and again, Beethoven’s ears, the hangman’s sword, and the annual rings of trees , is the face of aging, is everything.Life is solid, liquid, gas, and will eventually become the spirit left behind in the world. The meaning of life itself is to overthrow the old, rebuild, and then overthrow... These are the conclusions drawn from reading. It is possible for a person to believe in God when he is helpless; it is also possible for a person to believe in books when he is helpless.Such as Senin.She is not so strong that she is not afraid of the night and loneliness, she can rely on the belief of reading, and she has faced the situation for many years safely. She once formed a band called "Joy".The bass and the guitar in the band are two tall, thin boys with completely different personalities. The female drummer has no tattoos on her body, speaks very slowly, wears glasses, and looks gentle and gentle.But when she played the drums, she had an irresistible force.The four of them formed an eccentric band, and what the stage showed was far from what it looked like. Three days a week they would rehearse in a dilapidated factory building, and the rest of the time they barely saw each other.Senin likes that night, staying with three other equally lonely souls, singing until tired, beating drums until anesthetized, playing the piano until weeping. The band lasted about a year and a half with meager performance income.It wasn't until the day of the dissolution that everyone sat together and talked about the unspoken emotions in each other's hearts. The female drummer told them that the most ideal thing she had done over the years was to be the drummer of this band, while the bass and guitarist kept silent, toasting each other to invite the bright moon.It can be seen from their eyes that they should have fulfilled some ideals in that band, and they will go back to each other's lives in the future.Senin asked them, "What is the definition of life" in their hearts? Their answer: Life should be mechanical and natural...like a dry rag...like a kangaroo pocket...like a lozenge-shaped candy... For many years, everything she has done exists for her memory. Even though she is sweating profusely on stage, she has never felt really excited.She walked aimlessly for many years, carrying a heavy burden, and the flowers and haze on the road never moved her.She has always wanted to replace memories with new horizons so that the past can be forgotten.But she failed. From the chat that day, Serin realized that it is so important to have ideals.Maybe only ideals can help her.Compared with the ideas of Da Drummer and others, she felt that she had a lack of ideals.So it took a long time, shuttling between travel and home, and finally realized one thing - what she wanted to reach was just a simple place.What she wants to sing is just some simple songs, using the guitar to cover the background with pure female voices.Whether listening to her at the subway entrance or on a long-distance bus with headphones on, the listener feels addicted.She also likes some fresh electronic and very romantic tunes. She sometimes writes such songs, and then stands in the middle of the living room wearing glass stockings, singing softly in front of the cosmetic mirror.She sometimes wears two small braids, the kind that hangs very thinly on both sides of the neck, and sometimes wears a khaki fisherman hat and a suspender skirt with a fluffy hem.Sometimes she wears some blush, sometimes black lipstick and nail polish. She came to Huancheng after cutting off her long hair.She wants to continue living in another way, maybe she will still be unable to extricate herself from that trajectory.She can't scruple, she just wants the new stimulus to come more violently, so as to forget the old sorrow. She seldom gets bored with reading. She always sits on the bed, crosses her legs, and places the book with her legs crossed. When her cervical spine gets tired, she changes to another position. On the bed, with his hands on his chin, his legs were shaking back and forth. When Yang Zuoluo entered the room and saw her, she was lying on her stomach reading a book, still gnawing on her nails, the part where the nail polish had peeled off looked uneven.She also breathed hot air on her hands from time to time. He said: "The neighbor came to borrow candles, and her faucet happened to be broken. I went to help fix it." She didn't look up, she continued to read, and she didn't have any doubts about his words. She said, "I've only seen a wife in the neighbor's block D... oh, I don't know if it's a wife or a miss." He said: "Oh, that's her to borrow candles. It's Block D. Have you guys dealt with each other?" She raised her head, looked at him, and smiled suspiciously: "Hey, you really care about others." He hurriedly explained: "No, I'm just curious, where are you thinking?!" She continued to read and gnawed her nails: "Why are you nervous, haha. I have never been in touch with her, but once I couldn't get a taxi, she generously asked her husband to give me a ride... Oh, I don't know if it's the husband or the taxi. Boyfriend. Anyway, he's a nice guy." He didn't want to ask any more questions, and let the lesbian conversation end there. He asked her, "Are you hungry?" She said, "Hungry." He asked her, "What do you want to eat?" "Egg custard," she said. He asked her, "Do you have sesame oil and raw eggs at home?" She said: "Don't do it, it's too cold at home, let's go out to eat." He asked her: "Go to the Pearl Hotel after eating. Your house is too cold. Although the electric heater can work, you are still sick." She said, "Okay."