Turning the brightness of the airplane windows to the darkest, the white sky slowly turned blue, and the distant coastline gradually blurred, I suddenly felt like I was back in the early morning before the sun rose, when looking out the window, there was such a blue.
Thinking of the poster of a movie I had seen before, the title text covered the page, the picture of the three protagonists divided the poster into three equal parts, and the two men watched the girl in the middle dance awkwardly.
Your bird sings,Chanting a sing.
"I" and Shizuo are roommates.
There's nothing special about it, mostly because it's cheaper for two people to share a room.
Shizuo is a carefree roommate, can drink together, usually will not easily disturb, often quietly shrink in the corner.
Just drunk, the two of us would also stumble back in the empty streets of the early hours of the morning, trying to move the huge flower baskets in front of other people's shops.
And when "I" brought her colleague Sachiko to the house to make love, Shizuo also knew to stop at the gate.
……
As for Sachiko, that's another story.
"My" colleagues who work harder than "me".
Maybe there was nothing particularly interesting to do, and her occasional ambiguity would always get a response.
As she and the store manager walked out intimately, she touched my arm.
"I've never waited so long for a girl I don't know very well, and I'm going to count to 120 and go."
But when she counted to 120, she came.
Annoying colleagues asked "me" why I kept skipping work, and "I" said there was no reason, I just didn't want to come.
Sachiko's friend asks her how it feels to be with "I", Sachiko asks her what it is, and the friend laughs.
"I" had a very narrow bed, and sometimes sex would roll down, and then Sakiko crossed "me" over her body to get her underwear, and the light in the room seemed to be all over her.
The fan in the room was better than nothing, and this summer was particularly hot, and the air was full of irritable sweat, but the people on the street passed us with calm expressions.
They all say that they have to live hard, but they can't see anything clearly when they look ahead.
When I got home, I drank three cans of wine, poured myself on the couch and slept for the night, and the next day I went to work to mix for a day.
"I" don't know if Sachiko loves me, maybe just a little bit, and I don't want to ask.
She often said that she liked "my" shirt, she also said that Shizuo asked her out, and "I" said to go.
Some say "I" am squandering the youth I have lost, and "I" feel a cigarette and count the change left in my pocket.
The rent is not enough to pay, and the money to buy wine at a convenience store next week is enough.
Go to his.
It was raining lightly in the sky, and the three of them went to the convenience store, only a transparent umbrella.
It turns out that the transparent umbrella can't cover three people, and someone will always get rain.
One day, when she and Sachiko went to a dance hall, the dj played a dance music that was not very advanced, and Sachiko drank some wine and began to shake her body randomly on the dance floor.
Probably in the dim and colored light, anyone will look more gentle.
Past Sachiko I saw Shizuo who was coming with him, and he stared at Sachiko silently, the softness in his eyes about to flow out.
Perhaps this is how emotions begin, and it cannot be entirely attributed to hormones, but it is undeniable that they are driven by the gradually drying and hot air.
I don't know you, but I like you just as much.
Maybe I don't like you that much, but we can be together.
"I" knew that Sachiko didn't actually like me that much, and I knew that Sachiko was in love with Shizuo.
It's just that maybe I like Sachiko, and it looks really good when the sun shines on her sweaty back.
Like a bird that flaps its wings and flies away.
Shizuo still left first, before the summer heat had dissipated.
Sakiko and "I" say that she likes Shizuo, so it's time for her to leave too.
When we parted, it was daytime, and the sky was so blank that it was barely blue.
Sachiko touched my arm again before leaving.
"I" thought, maybe this number of times to 120 she will come back.
12，13，14……
"I" didn't want to count anymore, "I" chased after it.
Maybe each of us is a young bird who hasn't learned to walk well and is asked to take off right away, and we try to tell them that I can't fly, but I can sing a song to you.
They said they couldn't understand what the bird was saying.
We decided to start singing and singing all the love songs of the congregation, until finally there were only one or two birds left around who were willing to accompany you.
Finally, after singing, we looked around, leaving only a field of feathers.
Text/Chen Fat Zi Jen C