Chapter 11 - : Evil associates (1/2)
Since that guy has paid for me, so I decide to stay in the hospital overnight and keep watching for fear of the sequelae of my head.
But I can't help escaping in the middle of the night. I can't stand the smell of sterile water all of the air in the hospital, which makes me feel cold and lifeless.
Smoking is not allowed here. I tried to pull out my cigarette. But before I could light it, a freckled, middle-aged nurse suddenly burst in and confiscated it for allowing no explanation. ”Damn!” This woman must be dissatisfied! I look at her back and vicious curse in my heart.
I can't stand it anymore. So I get up quietly, walk out of the hospital while the night is still. I stop a taxi on the roadside.
The wound on my head is nothing but a little pain. It's no big deal. From childhood to adulthood, I suffered much more serious injuries than this. So I will not put such a small injury in my eyes.
Getting into the taxi, I look at the time, just at twelve o'clock. Hesitate for five seconds, I decide not to go home now. I've been in the hospital for a half night, and I don't want to go home and stay in bed so soon.
”Go to the Old Pawnshop, hurry up!” I say to the taxi driver.
The Old Pawnshop is a well-known underground bar in our city. It is famous for its original rock and roll music and gathers the pioneer youth of the whole city. In peacetime, I and my several good buddies, whenever nothing happens, like to kill time there.
Because the beer there is only need ten for a bottle, and there are several billiard tables in the court for people to play, free of charge.
When I arrive at the Old Pawnshop, it is half past twelve. Because it is not the weekend, by this hour, the popularity of the venue is not very strong. Glancing at the shop, there are only about thirty to forty percent of the guests.
When I enter the gate, many people look at me with weird eyes. I know that most of their eyes stay on the huge medical gauze on my head. In order to fasten gauze, I had a simple sleeve on my head, which was very peculiar.
When I walk in, I look around, trying to find those familiar figures.
Sure enough, I have found the target I am looking for at the pool table. I stride past.
The first person to see me is Azle, and besides, I see Woody and Jojo playing billiards. A dozen of beer bottles on a table next to them.
Azle, Wood and Jojo are all my good friends. I can say that they are my best friends in this city.
Azle is wearing a dirty T-shirt with Guevara's head painted in a mess, and his face seemed to be painted, but he has a beautiful face that looked like the handsome teenager in a Japanese-Korean drama. Only we know that he is twenty-five years old and has passed the age of ”Youth”. This fellow graduated from the Academy of Arts. He studied art and he is the most hooligans in our group. Looking at him, he seems to be the kind of young, simple, handsome little boy. But we all know that this guy has a belly full of prostitutes and robbers, girls associate with him are as many as the stars in the sky…
There's no way. His looks are so deceptive: gloomy eyes, a slightly feminine look, and occasionally a slightly shy smile… Plus his painter's identity, these are enough for a bunch of girls to throw themselves at him like the fucking moths to the fire!
I know that there are many rich women like Azle's style nowadays. Actually there are really some have made up their minds to engage him at a very high price. But they were all rejected by him.
It is not that Azle is great, nor is he not fond of money. His answer is: if you look for a rich woman, you'd better find someone who has already had terminal illness. You wait for her, coax her to write your name on the will beneficiary. In that way can be once and for all!
Azle is very lustful, not ordinary lust. Once we chatted and talked about everyone's life ideal. He said he had two grand aspirations in his life:
First, he hope that one day after his death, his paintings would be sold for ten million dollars at Sotheby's.
Speaking of this wish, he looked at us with infinite affection and said firmly, ”You can rest assured that before I die, I will send two of my paintings to each of you in advance!”
As for his second wish, he said: ”this life must have enough of beauties! One thousand at least! So one day I die, let these women come to condolence with me. Think about it… Over one thousand stunning beauties walking in front of the hall, arranged in S shape for a while, then arranged in B shape next.”
Seeing me from afar, Azle run over, looks at my head, and gives a vicious laugh: ”5! Your head is really shinning!” After that, he reaches out and touches the shaved part of the middle of my head and exclaimed, ”Good workmanship, good shaving, which hair stylist did it? Just introduce to me.”
I kicked him, walk up to the billiard table, take a bottle of beer and pour it out. It is a great relief indeed.
Azle follows me to the billiard table. This time he didn't smile. He says, ”What's wrong with you? Who can hurt you like this? ”
I turn my eyes and grit, ”No one hurt me! I walked on the street and accidentally felled down myself.”
At that moment, Wood comes up to me and touches my head too. Then, in a very slow and certain tone, he says faintly, ”No! It's not a fall, I can see it.”