Chapter 8 Chapter 7 "Should We Go Back East?", 2005.

Yu Shouheng "I thought you were destined to be a basketball player or something," he said. I turned the volume down again. "what?" "Or be a swimmer." "why" "Or do you actually want to be a gymnast?" "why?" "I thought your only strength was sports." He amused me. "Then, why can't I become an action superstar, like kung fu?" "Kung fu?" "The Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan kind." "You want to play this kind of play?" "My agent only wants me to do some kiss-and-love scenes."

"Isn't this your favorite?" "What about you?" I asked. "When did you start taking photography?" he asked. "It hasn't started yet." "It hasn't started yet?" "Sure enough, I still trust you too much. I rarely take what you say seriously." He smiled. "I am very serious. Soon I will start to study film, make films, and then win an award, overseas." pause. "It doesn't seem to be this one." I asked. "Let's go back and ask the boy at the gas station." pause. "Do you remember the Titanic?" he asked.

"Good old movie." "It's okay, did we watch it together in the second year of high school?" "Actually, I hate this movie very much, why didn't it have a perfect ending in the end?" "Obviously you're crying like hell." He laughed at me. "I don't." "You have." "Then I didn't watch it with you," I said. "Because you watched it five times." "fart." "The first time was with the first girlfriend, a school girl, but she looks like Aunt Liao from the welfare agency."

"Fart." I laughed. "The second time is with the second girlfriend, let's call it Xiao Huizhu." "fart." "The third time you read it yourself, love to skip class." "fart." "The fourth time I watched it with me. The girls in the back seat were eating chicken chops, and the whole movie theater smelled like crispy salted chicken." "Fart." But I was amused by him. "The fifth time is, the fifth time is..." "Can't break it out?" I deliberately laughed at him. "The fifth time is, the fifth time is, I seem to only hear my breath, a deep breath, I can't see myself, in the memory, I don't think I can remember it anymore, one kind, stay with you I can feel cowardly next to me.”

What?What did he just say? "What are you talking about?" I asked. "what?" "Say what you said again." My palms were sweating for some reason. "Should we go back east?" he said. "No, what you just said." "What's the meaning?" "Say what you just said again." I suddenly felt angry, I don't know why, it's just a kind of unexplained anger, especially the indifference on his face. He never speaks clearly, from elementary school to junior high school to high school to now. What he wants?He didn't want it?What he likes?He hates it?What does he want to eat?Do you want to go to the toilet?Dare to skip class?What does he want?What on earth does he want?

"Say it to me again." I said loudly to him. "Can we go back?" he said. "What the hell are you trying to tell me?" I became more and more excited. "What?" he said. "Don't tell me 'what' again." "So what do you want me to say?" he said. "I have no idea." "You don't know, how would I know?" "Stop talking nonsense!" "What nonsense?" He was playing stupid, I have seen these tricks before. "If I had known, I wouldn't have come with you. I don't want to see you again." I turned and yelled at him.

Then I didn't pay attention to the turn ahead, and the steering wheel didn't have time to turn, and I crashed into the rice field in front of me. I think of the night when I saw the comet across the sky.