Chapter 22 [Twenty-two] shells, shells

It was almost dawn, and Wei Wei found a pen and paper to write a revelation on finding objects, and posted it at the door of the Pearl Hotel.She didn't give up any chance to get back that precious key, and the first photo of her and Marguerite was embedded in it. After posting the revelation, she decided to go to Gesang. The air is really thin, and when people passing by occasionally pass by, she can smell a kind of smell from her childhood. odor.I love to use that smell of washing powder at home when I was about hours.She loves to wear freshly laundered clothes, she loves the smell. This morning, with the familiar atmosphere brought by strangers, it became three-dimensional.not bad.

The morning cock crowed one after another.There are really many people in Huancheng raising chickens. Apart from having children, people in this city love to keep pets, and now they don't even let chickens go. Even if she turned up her collar, she couldn't block the cold.Wrap the neck tightly with a scarf more than two meters long.Between the hair curtain and the wool covering the mouth, only the bridge of the nose and eyes are exposed.In order to make herself look less disheveled, she specially put on lotus-colored eyeshadow, a seductive color. Slight hands and feet are always cold, she is thin and her shoulder blades protrude.She is full of contradictions and misunderstandings, and feels that she is made up of mistakes one after another, and those "mistakes" are the shells on her body.

She wanted to be bright, and she never even expected to be glamorous, she just wanted to be bright in character.But she stubbornly thinks that she is a clumsy rock with an ugly past, so she has low self-esteem, which makes her often helpless in the face of strange things. She longed for warmth and understanding, but Marguerite needed them more than she did.Two people with very low calories, who is responsible for heating and who is responsible for heating?It seems that they will never be able to achieve synchronization, and it seems that they will never be able to reach the bottom line of satisfying their desires.People are always greedy, greedy for more love.She thought about it as she walked.

Gradually, there were more people walking on the street, and there was some heat on my body.People started one locomotive after another in the mist, and one after another, the motorcycle boys disappeared from the mist. Wei Wei no longer spends an afternoon sitting in a fast food restaurant, drinking a cup of coffee, observing the diners, matching their clothing, demeanor, and turbid speech, and then assigning each person a position in his mind.This kind of conjecture always makes her happy. At one time, she was obsessed with this kind of behavior of standing in the dark, but infinitely pursuing the behavior of getting close to others spiritually.

Later, when she grew up, she thought it was just a game. Perhaps even sensitive children were obsessed with this game, but with the accumulation of years, no matter how rich the time was, she was unwilling to spend it like this.After all, it is a fruitless thing, after all, it is a thing that will make a lot of mistakes.In her recollection, she commented that such behavior was "perfectly wrong", and she didn't even give herself one or two chances of being right. She became very pessimistic, thinking that she was a fool and would never be right. With her sense of direction, she rushed out of the misty fog and approached the cafe. Many people walked in hungry with morning newspapers. The ham sandwich and red cabbage soup there were good choices for breakfast.

She stood at the door and looked in, and saw that the waiter hadn't changed, and the chalk writing on the blackboard for the daily soup was still written by Gesang. She thought that the store hadn't been sold yet, so she went in.The waiter saw that Wei Wei had come, and enthusiastically arranged food for her. Where can she eat it?But he came to wait for Gesang. She asked a friend she knew.The guy didn't know about the change of owner of the store either.Just know that Gesang is getting married, and that fashionable person treats her very well. Gesang usually came to the store at noon. In order to find out, she waited until 10:00 a.m. on a fluke basis, during which time she ate half a tuna sandwich and a glass of hot lemon juice.It wasn't until my mind was dizzy and my stomach was unbearably bloated that I finally decided to go home first.

At many moments, when she thought of Marguerite alone at home, she began to feel a little uneasy and anxious.With all kinds of emotions, including the physical discomfort after staying up all night, I returned to the top. The elevator is broken.Human power is the only way to reach happiness, so she decided to take the stairs. This was the first time she took the stairs, because it was still early, and the old building was full of idle father-in-law and mother-in-law who hadn't gotten up yet.Even if I got up and walked to the elevator, I had to go back to the house again, and I swore that I would never go out again until it was fixed.Therefore, there is only one person in the stairwell.

Her footsteps were muddy, she hated her own footsteps, and she recalled Marguerite.Lamenting that women with such footsteps are beautiful women, it is almost their exclusive talent.And the voice she made was something only a stupid woman would have. She lowered her head and blamed herself.Later, I started to cover my ears with my hands, trying to escape from such harsh voices.And the dull voice spread out, and the reverberation was extremely huge. When she reached the 20th floor, she decided to take off her shoes and walk into the corridor barefoot. She was afraid that her terrible footsteps would make others laugh.They were a pair of white calfskin shoes with a 1cm heel.After taking it off, she held it in her hand, panting and staggering, she pushed open the wooden door from the stairwell to the corridor.At the moment when her eyes turned, she saw the writing on the wall.

"The elevator is broken and I forgot to bring the key. I'm going back. See you at the Pearl Hotel! Zorro young 5:40pm" Wei Wei was already suffering from a splitting headache due to insensitivity.As a result, she saw the answer again: Yang Zoro was Marguerite's old love.This undoubtedly hit her again. She dragged her already tired body into the room, saw Marguerite's sleeping body, and couldn't bear to shake her awake to ask questions.I just washed my face with cold water, lay beside Margarita, smelled her cream, and gradually began to cry, tears falling quietly into the pillowcase.I don't know how long it took before I gradually fell asleep.

The pillow towel got wet and then dried again.