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"Incense" after thirty-seven

author:Perfume Woman

With a soft knock at the door, Wang Feng said, "It's Zheng Yu, hurry up." I opened the door, already drew a smile at the corner of my mouth and shook hands with Zheng Yu, let him sit down, and looked around at the lack of stools. He said, "No, Wang Feng, you are really lazy, what time is it, hurry up, I will take you to breakfast, and then go to the Summer Palace." ”

April in the capital is the softness of spring, and the move is: while facing the sky to see the blue ocean triumphantly, while sipping the fragrance of flowers in the air. I was instantly happy to see the flowers on the side of the road, I smelled them over and over again, gently touched a kind of velvety flowers that bloomed on the trees like thousands of strands, and felt that I was rare and strange, but it didn't matter, I still moved my eyes. Wang Feng and talk I didn't hear at all, like people who walk together and don't know each other, I want to remember yesterday's events for a lifetime. To the Summer Palace, it is a hillside that crosses and then walks to the cloister of the long pavilion. That hillside was full of apricot trees, full of small green apricots, like mung beans, like youth. It was necessary to be careful to see them under the green leaves, and as we passed the jagged branches stretched out and swayed, as if they needed our hands to give way, the two of them bent down in front, and I followed to make a gap, and saw that there was very little wild grass on the ground soil and walked over. Walking through a tree was like a reconciliation, walking under more than a hundred almond trees on that hillside, and reflecting more than a hundred bells and whistles on his face.

When they walked past a tree, the two of them looked back at me once, and Wang Feng talked to me again, and I glanced at him and still didn't hear him. I was well established and he remained silent forever, and I would always remember the steep roar of the train station in the evening.

For the next few days we went to the Forbidden City, department stores. When I was in the Forbidden City, I was proud again, and I took one step at a time. Have I come to this ancient and mysterious place, barbaric? Seeing everything is atmospheric, wide, and not entirely. It may be that I am in a gloomy mood and see a lot of depth; I fantasize that there may be strong life alive in that quiet space, but I just don't let people see it. Either there were souls in every corner there, white, gentlely wrapped around those pillars, sitting around the table where they were, I think so. Wang Feng walked his, I followed behind a distance, where to go, he stopped to see me aiming at him, like confused.

When I was in the department store, Wang Feng pointed out to me a women's dark blue wool suit, and he said, "This you wear on your wedding day, I can see it, buy it better, how do you see it?" I casually agreed, "Very good, buy it." "After saying that, I was stunned, how to talk to him, and comforted myself in my heart or did not say less, or I would not say it after I went home." We also bought ceramics, bamboo weaving, egg shell paintings and landscape crafts in the handicraft store, and installed a big pocket. In the evening, Zheng Yu came over again to give us wedding gifts, two sets of underwear.

We invited Zheng Yu to dinner, and he said, "These days I think your relationship is a little delicate, the mood on Xiangxiang's face is a little low, Wang Feng, you Tema is not a thing, after you restrain your temper, you are lacking in heart and eyes, except for crooked reasoning." Wang Feng said, "You said I listened, and someone else would have told him to shut up earlier." ”

On the way back from the hotel, Wang Feng took his coat in his hand, wearing only a white vest, and drunkenly couldn't help but talk and laugh. His voice is thin, usually he says that he is like a woman's voice is ugly, I say like a sheep, slack sheep bark. At this moment, no matter how loud he said, I silently followed him, and it was enough for him to talk to himself alone.

It was the last night, and we stayed in a closed basement in the capital, far away from us. Wang Feng was busy, fetching water one after another, washing his face and feet, and he said, "I want to wash it clean and wash it over and over again, and you will be the same in a while." He squinted his eyes and told me that I knew what he was concocting. I didn't reply to his words and watched him. Trying to say his yelling made me sad, and could he apologize. I looked at him like an inquirer, waiting, staring at him wordlessly for five minutes. What he told me was, "Open the underwear that Zheng Yu gave me and see what it looks like." ”

I don't say that there is a reason for it and cannot let go, but he actually understands my reason.

I waited for him to hand me two beautifully packed boxes. Open are red, take out thought it is a child's, Wang Feng put it on, he said, "is elastic tight, no number, popular, Zheng Yu will certainly not send bargains." I wanted to laugh, put my hand over my face, and said to him, "The man wears red, tightens it like a monkey, and more accurately, like a shedding rooster." He said:

"I'm alive, I have eggs, quick, you put it on, try."

All right!

What a vivid night, fifteen degrees of small lights on people's faces, hazy eyes, the world of two people as small as two bugs trapped here to eat food slowly, he had the hint of desire, and couldn't wait to lie down and look at me, hoping that I would approach him from the other direction. I still couldn't get out of my heart, I didn't think about this and that, I thought about it according to his will, and I was physically indifferent. Fooled by his whim, his banal joy, he thrives and cannot. Even if they all do what he wants, it is also perfunctory. I also want to be so unscrupulous, but there is something that suppresses my emotions, depressed and can't relax, I refuse to let go of my hatred for him, and I don't get a word of sloppy coaxing.

He didn't say a word about me, and as time went by, the hurt he did to me slipped away before our eyes, and the pain I endured was covered up. Did he ever think about it, I don't know, that's his business.

This time is also a dime a dozen of many later events, and it has developed in depth, which I have vividly remembered.

We stepped on the train in the morning and came back in big bags.

2021.11.25

"Incense" after thirty-seven

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