Chapter 374 (1/2)
He went to yosevina, where on the fourth day, the full moon night, the daughter of the innkeeper took him to the moon river. A full moon fell on the river, beautiful as a picture.
On both sides of the river, there are young people playing guitar, young girls will give flowers to the heart of the people, and there are street artists, playing and singing by themselves, with gentle tunes, like ballads.
”Can I play a light rock?” he asked
In his thirties, he had long hair: ”I can't play well.”
”It doesn't matter.”
The busker then played a rock and roll tune. It was probably because the tune was so busy that the young men and women danced.
He took a stack of notes from his wallet and put them in the piano box: ”thank you.”
The other side said too much in English.
He smiled, put his hand in his pocket and left.
The girl with him came after him and asked, ”do you like light rock?”
The girl's name is sol. She is very young and under 20 years old. She is the youngest daughter of the hotel owner. She didn't read books for a long time and worked as a guide for tourists in the hotel.
Yuwen storming is the most handsome guest she has ever met.
”No,” he said
He walked in front, with long legs and lazy steps, and his voice was just like that of him. The hostess always said that he was like a wandering ghost, without soul, but with a pair of extremely beautiful leather bags.
Saul felt the same way.
”There is such a person, she likes it.” He smiled and looked back at moon river. ”She was a cello student, and later became a rock singer.”
He can laugh, too.
Saul suddenly felt that he had a soul, but he was lonely and hid.
She couldn't help asking, ”is she a girl?”
He didn't answer. He walked faster and faster. Saul stepped up to follow him. ”Josevina has many other attractions. I'll take you there tomorrow.”
”No need.”
She asked why.
He has a deep voice and can read English very well: ”I come here to listen to the guitar sound on the moon river, and I will go after listening.”
Saul paused.
She seemed to know why the handsome guest came to moon river.
The next day, he flew to Putian Mai from josevina. It was only in autumn. It was bleak and cold all the year round. There was a lot of rainfall in Putian Mai. There was no sunny day in a week.
He met a woman there, a very beautiful oriental woman. Like him, she was trapped in the homestay by the rain. The woman's name was Qiu. She didn't say her name. She said she was a lawyer and specialized in divorce cases.
After dinner, the rain stopped for a while, and a yard of flowers was planted behind the house. The flowers were washed clean by the rain, and the yard was full of the smell of mud mixed with grass.
”Do you mind if I smoke?”
Yuwen breaks a flower: ”don't mind.”
She didn't mind the rain on the rattan chair either. She sat on it directly, and her ankle long skirt fell on the ground. She took out a cigarette, lit it, and expertly puffed it up and out.
”Would you like one?”
She took one out of the cigarette case and handed it to him.
He took it, bit it in his mouth, twirled a red flower in his hand, and played it with interest.
The woman went over, slipped a match, lit it for him, lady's cigarette, thin and long, he took a sip with his middle finger.
”How is it?”
Yuwen stormed with a puff of smoke and a hoarse voice: ”it's too light.”
She smiled and put out the match on the ground: ”next, where are you going?”
”I don't know.”
She came to him. She wore a low necked sling on her long skirt. Her skin was very white. There was a mole on her left chest. She leaned towards him and almost pasted it together: ”do you want to go with me?”
He turned to look at her, smiling yuppie: ”you want to bubble me?”
She smiled, her eyes full of emotion: ”yes.”
Yuwen stormed back a step, took the ring out of his neck, hooked his finger, shook it, and smiled wildly and thinly: ”Miss Qiu, I'm married.”
A man of no sense.
The woman smiled and took out a business card from the cigarette case: ”if you want to fight a divorce lawsuit, you can find me.” She put the card on the cane chair, brushed the rain from her skirt, and entered the room.
He stood under the canopy of the garden, smoked out the cigarette, picked a flower he knew, and chewed it in his mouth. The astringency of the flower and the astringency of the cigarette, mixed together, numbed the taste buds.
The rain began again. I don't know where the wind blew the card on the rattan chair.
After half a month in butianmai, he left. He didn't book a ticket in advance. He went to the airport. He went wherever he had tickets. In September, he didn't go to Xie Dang's tour. Xie Dang called and lost her temper for a long time.
I don't remember how many places I have been to. Every time I went to a place, he would send a postcard to Jiang Jiusheng. He had seen many sceneries and met all kinds of people. Some of them would forget when they turned around and some of them had deep memories.It was at the foot of ALF snow mountain. He knew a shoemaker. For three days, he was in the same place to polish shoes. He was still wearing that shabby cotton coat and a bamboo tube on his back. Everyone would laugh.
”Sir, are you still polishing your shoes today?”
He sat down.
The man is the same as the previous two times. He has a lot of words. He keeps his head down to polish his shoes and chatters: ”this is my last day here. I will go back to my hometown tomorrow.”
He just listened and didn't answer.
The man's English is very poor. He said that he was only thirty-five years old, but his face was as old as fifty-five years old. He seemed to be in a good mood and had been saying his own thing: ”my hometown is half a globe away from here. It's my wife's wish to come here to see the snow mountain.”