Chapter 17 [17] Double-sided

At dawn, Serin was surprised to find that someone in the residential area raised chickens.She was awakened by the sound of a cock crowing from an unknown source. The sun was shining brightly, covering their quilts.The air was still cold, and the wind was strong, and the huge hydrogen balloons hanging on the opposite building for advertising swayed wildly with the wind, looking funny. She sat up, and a person recovering from a serious illness is as light as a swallow.Yang Zuoluo's pitifully thin body lay flat beside her, sleeping peacefully with one hand around her waist.She wanted to get up, afraid of waking him up, and wanted to gently move his arm away, but he held her firmly, refusing to relax at all.She dawdled for a while, but succeeded.She bent down to look at his face, that handsome and familiar face.Before his tears fell, he got out of bed, huddled and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

The shampoo and body wash are very fragrant and diffuse in the dry winter air.Last night Yang Zuoluo did a lot of housework and loved with all his heart. He was so tired that he didn't wake up. She couldn't find a dry towel to wipe her hair, so she sat back on the head of the bed with a scent and a little wet.Wrapping the lower body with the quilt, I decided to wipe my head with the pillow towel that should be changed. She didn't dare to turn her head to look at Yang Zuoluo's face again, she was afraid that she would cry out if she couldn't restrain herself.So she started smoking.Pull the quilt to the position of the upper circumference, and the clavicle is exposed smartly.One hand was holding a cigarette outside the quilt. It didn't take long for Yang Zuoluo to wake up from the smell of smoke, and if there was a place in the quilt exposed to the wind, he would become frantically cold.

He opened his eyes and saw Senin smoking a cigarette, wrapping his arms around her waist.She was thin again, and he secretly wanted to make her fatter. The sky suddenly became overcast.The dark clouds are thickly superimposed and swim quickly.All of a sudden the sun was covered.The open space between the two rows of buildings was immediately covered in gray.Then Yang Zuoluo suddenly became cold. Senin: "I'm going to take you to a place today." Yang Zuoluo: "You have a very serious expression!" Senin: "The road is relatively long, so we have to go early."

Yang Zuoluo: "Are you unhappy?" He felt that Senin was going to judge him today, but he thought in his heart that he couldn't escape anyway, so he might as well let it go.It's better to care about the beauties around you than worrying about things that you can't help yourself.No matter what the ending is, it can make the beauty happy, so it is not a big tragedy. Sai Ning took a puff of smoke, looked at him, his eyes were actually red.She finished smoking the cigarette in her hand, stretched her hand down to touch it, and found that she was menstruating, so she told him to turn his head away, and took out a sanitary napkin from the bedside table to change it on.

They got dressed together, did not eat breakfast, and waited for the No. 6 bus at the entrance of the community. Bus No. 6 leads to the Chengdong Cemetery, and Yang Zuoluo didn't ask where he was going.He has become smarter, just look but don't ask.Stay on the sidelines and listen. It was still cloudy and the journey was long.After getting into the car, Sai Ning gently said to the driver, "Go to the cemetery".Somewhat beyond Yang Zuoluo's expectation.He thought he got off at a certain station in the middle, but he didn't expect to go to the cemetery early in the morning.

Few people.During the whole journey, there were only 6 people including the two of them who got on the bus, and only the two of them got to the terminal.The driver looked at them from the mirror from time to time, probably because he was afraid.Then the volume of the radio was turned up very loudly, and after the crosstalk program ended, the Kunqu opera began to be sung, and the Kunqu opera ended, and the drug seller began to broadcast.The pharmacist speaks with a nasty local accent like a clown, just talking nonsense! Yang Zuoluo didn't know what Senin took him to the cemetery for.He is very strange, but the development process of things makes him have no right to speak. He has learned how to suppress his curiosity and let everything seem to go with the flow.

He secretly speculated about his future, he thought: I will eventually become a very boring man, because all the women I meet have strong personalities, they like men who are boring and boring, and, if they are not boring, they will make you become very stuffy.They are magical, and all of them are goddesses who understand revolution! When thinking this way, there is no doubt that Yang Zuoluo is laughing at himself.Proof that he is sober. When approaching the cemetery, there were groups of crows circling in the mountains and singing loudly and tragically.The car went through the rugged mountain road with some bumps. The driver must have become more and more afraid. He turned off the advertisement for selling medicine, and pushed in a tape. It was an old song like "Sweet Honey", and he sang along. Arise, and take courage in yourselves.The singing twisted eighteen bends and flew out of the window, and was left in the valley.

Soon, we arrived at the cemetery.When they got out of the car, Yang Zuoluo turned around and said "goodbye" to the driver.The driver was so frightened that he turned the car around hastily. Facing the fading car and the closed car windows, Teresa Teng's gorgeous singing echoed in Yang Zuoluo's ears.He just followed behind Sai Ning, walking unhurriedly. Today, for the first time, Saining wore a brick-gray frock skirt that only schoolgirls wear, with white tube socks below the knees, and black boots about 5 centimeters shorter than the hem of the socks.She wore a white shirt on top, and a creamy white thick-lined sweater with a large buckle design. She didn't button it, but opened her arms. The sweater was so long that it almost reached her boots.

Yang Zuoluo walked behind her, his admiration for her was like a surging river.He was surprised to find so many textured clothes in this woman's simple wardrobe, the key is that she always matched them well. After turning a few turns, walking up and down some steps, and finally came to a tombstone. The tombstone reads: Zhou Zigong (1977-2003) male... Epitaph: Remember, all of this is wrong, only you are not. Senin took out the handkerchief prepared in advance from the pocket of the sweater. The handkerchief was printed with the pattern of Saint Seiya. It was the handkerchief she had in her childhood.He bent down and wiped the photos on the stele very carefully, exhaling from time to time, and then wiped again.

After wiping it clean, she asked Yang Zuoluo to come closer to see Qing Zigong's photo. So Yang Zuoluo bent down to look very closely at the face in the photo. For a moment, thousands of arrows pierced the heart, but there was no words to speak. They didn't say anything, and the two walked out of the cemetery and returned by car. Seeing them again, the driver was startled by saying "goodbye" so quickly, his face turned pale. Along the way, Yang Zuoluo did not speak again.He recalled the face in the photo: the eyes, the nose, the nasolabial folds, the demeanor, and even the streamer in the eyes...

The sky suddenly warmed up, and when we returned to the city, the dark clouds cleared and the sun was shining.People walking on the ground, with candy in their mouths, playing and playing in single clothes, very comfortable. This ghostly weather, after waiting for months, actually changes three times a day!Weird as hell.Yang Zuoluo took off his sweater, cursing in his heart. The two returned to Serin and entered the house. Sai Ning said slowly: "You look like Zigong, and your voice is also like Zigong. I thought you were one person." She should have quit smoking after a long period of time, so now that she smokes again, she always feels a little choked, or she chokes when she speaks. After leaving this sentence, she went to cook the noodles.You could tell she was relieved. Serve with noodles.Yang Zuoluo didn't eat a single bite, he just sat on the bench with a livid face.He searched for movies related to the plot in his mind.He has always been like this, searching for scenes similar to his situation from the plot of the movie, and using the movie to analyze reality or strange dreams.If he could recall a certain scene, he would no longer be afraid and murmured, but would believe what was before him and watch it unfold.I also believe that everything will pass, and happiness is still waiting for him at the next intersection. But today, at such a critical moment, he completely forgot all the movies he had seen.When the search was about to collapse again, Senin began to tell her story.