Later, her car stopped in a remote place in the suburbs, and we soon stood under a big crabapple tree. She took a step forward and then hesitantly hugged me.
The scent of the perfume on her body was very light. I closed my eyes and breathed in the familiar scent of perfume on her neck, but my arms never held her in my arms.
She pushed me away suddenly and looked at me with a look of extreme disgust, as if she wanted to pick off all my bones and flesh. "I want to drink." She said impatiently, "I really want to drink!"
I couldn't help but smile bitterly, "There's no wine for sale here."
She immediately laughed, "Don't worry, I brought it myself. I brought a box of small bottles of Erguotou."
I was a little surprised, "You, what else did you bring?"
She fell silent immediately.
I heard that she found a foreign Chinese, and this foreign Chinese was said to be a sculptor. I once went online to check for information about Chinese sculptors in New Zealand, and unexpectedly found a photo of him and Zhang Shiyu. I also saw this
his works.
His most famous group of works is called "Seeds of Time" - all people, regardless of gender, have round heads like tadpoles, chests bulging as if suffering from macromastia, and their hands are always careless.
He protects his private parts, as if time has never passed in this world, but is secretly stored in the seminal vesicles or wombs of humans. He and his parents are very rich.
She was looking at me, "Let's go, let's find a place to drink."
I nodded to him numbly and couldn't help but. I didn't know why I couldn't refuse her. Maybe it was because her former beauty left a deep impression on me, or because I didn't dare to offend her with a weird personality. More likely, it was because
This feeling of seeing her again after a long separation made me unable to bear to refuse her.
It was in a small hotel nearby, a very simple place. She actually brought a box of small bottles of Erguotou.
We drank a duck neck first. After finishing the drink, she looked at me for a long time, and her pupils turned a deep blue color amidst the buzzing static electricity.
"Let's have another one." She threw a bottle to me casually, "I remember you are a good drinker."
I unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, explaining that I rarely drink alcohol now.
She said: "Then will you drink today?"
I said, in a harsh voice, not knowing who I was trying to get angry with, "Drink!"
After we finished the second bottle, I stood up staggeringly and walked over to her. She was still sitting with her legs crossed on the shabby sofa, crying.
I hugged her tighter, like my own shadow.
She struggled to straighten up and turned off the light. In my impression, she didn't seem to like having sex in bright light.
That night she was crazier than ever before... In the bursts of thunder, we seemed to be tangled together like two dying catfish. The only feeling I had was that she was a man.
I am a woman.
When another cluster of lightning suddenly bloomed in the dark room, I saw her looking down at me with her eyes open. This gave me a feeling of peace of mind, and it took a long time before I fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, my head was still dizzy. Whenever I opened my eyes, the world was spinning rapidly, and there was a foreign object rising in my throat. When I finally calmed down and shouted "Poetry, Poetry" loudly, suddenly
I heard a man's voice, "Hey! You finally woke up?"
I stood up and looked at me with a square face. Who else could it be besides the owner of this small hotel? "How did you get in?" I glanced at her blankly.
He said: "I saw that the door to your room was open. I was afraid that you would drop something, so I came in to take a look. I found you sleeping naked on the sofa."
I panicked and pulled a sheet to cover my lower body, and asked stumblingly: "Don't you see...who is that?"
He said: "It seems that he left early in the morning." Then he looked at me with a strange look in his eyes and said, "I'll give you a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao spray."
I looked at him suspiciously, and he grinned and said, "Go and look in the mirror."
Only then did I feel pain all over my body.
The man in the mirror still scared me. He was covered in bruises, especially the bloody marks on his chest. Fortunately, my face and neck were intact.
I tried my best to recall every detail of last night, but found that everything was so blurry.
Her sports car downstairs was no longer there. I tried to call her old number but found that it was out of service. Suddenly I remembered that she had called me yesterday, but I immediately realized that it was a landline number. It shouldn't be hers.
Coming from my father's house, I have a sensitive memory for phone numbers.
I called, but the other party told me that the number was from a restaurant. I seemed to understand: She must have called me yesterday when she was preparing to have dinner with someone, and then ran away immediately.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly, and at the same time I told myself in my heart: I just had a colored nightmare last night.
Of course, I know this is a kind of self-deception. She was with me yesterday, which is a real thing. We haven't seen each other for a long time, and our meeting yesterday became so crazy and unrestrained. But she is still her, and she is better than before.
Even crazier, her behavior last night was almost brutal.
Maybe she came back this time to have a settlement with me. She was so crazy last night, just hoping to leave a deep imprint on our mutual memories.
She left countless scars on my body, which was a kind of revenge for her kindness to me. But she had me in her heart, so she had so much passion last night. My heart suddenly felt sad:
I'm sorry, Shiyu. I'm sorry, you are just a passer-by in my life. I am the same in your life.
I believe we will never meet again, maybe in this life. (To be continued)