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Imagine what you would do if one day you met a 100% female (male) child on the street. Immediately go forward to talk and compose a romantic love song together, or walk away silently, leaving only a shadow in your heart? On this issue, Haruki Murakami has also seriously fantasized, but the ending of this story is unexpected...
by Odile
One clear morning in April, I was in an alley in Harajuku and passed by a 100% girl.
Not a pretty girl, not wearing any chic clothes, her hair on the back, and even traces of squash from sleep, probably approaching thirty years old. But from fifty meters away, I was already very sure that she was 100% girl to me. From the moment I first saw her shadow, my heart immediately beat irregularly, and my mouth was as hot and thirsty as the desert.
Maybe you have the type of girl you like, for example, you say that girls with slender calves are good, maybe you have to have beautiful girls with beautiful fingers, or you don't know why, you are always attracted to girls who eat slowly, this is the feeling. I certainly have this kind of preference as well. When I was eating in the restaurant, I used to look at the nose outline of the girl next to me.
But no one can describe 100% of it specifically. What does her nose look like? I can't think of it. No, I don't even know if there is a nose or not. All I can remember now is that she wasn't very pretty. So much for. It's kind of incredible.
"Yesterday I met a 100% girl on the street." I said this to someone.
"Oh?" He replied, "Pretty?" ”
"No, it's not pretty."
"So it's the type you like?"
"I don't remember that either. What the eyes look like, or whether the breasts are big or small, I can't remember at all. ”
"It's weird."
"It's weird."
"So..." he asked, somewhat bored, "what have you done?" Open your mouth to greet her, or follow her from behind? ”
"Nothing was done." I said, "It's just passing by."
She went west from the east and I went east from the west. What a very comfortable April morning.
I thought, even if it's thirty minutes, talk to her. I wanted to ask about her background, and I wanted to tell him something about me. And, more importantly, it was to unravel something similar to the longitude and latitude of fate that we had passed in the alleys of Harajuku in April 1981. That issue must have been filled with warm secrets like the ancient machines of peacetime.
After we've talked about it, we'll go somewhere for lunch, even watch a Woody Allen movie, pass by the bar at the hotel, have a cocktail or something, and if it goes well, maybe sleep with her next.
Possibility is knocking on my heart.
The distance between me and her was only fifteen meters.
Next, how do I greet her?
"Hello! It only takes thirty minutes, can you talk to me? ”
Good donkey! It's like pulling insurance.
"I'm sorry! Is there a 24-hour laundromat nearby? ”
Also donkey! First of all, I didn't carry a bag of things to wash.
Or simply go straight and say, "Hello! You're 100% girl yo to me. ”
She probably wouldn't believe the dialogue. And even if she believed it, it was likely that she didn't want to talk to me. To you, although I am 100% a girl, to me, you are not a 100% boy. She might say that. If things had fallen to this point, I would have become extremely chaotic, I was thirty-two, I was old, and that was the way it turned out.
In front of the florist, I passed by her. A tiny, warm blob of air brushed across my skin. The tarmac is sprinkled with water, and the fragrance of roses wafts around. I couldn't even open my mouth to her. She wears a white sweater and holds in her right hand a white envelope that has not yet been stamped. She doesn't know who to write to? She looked very blind, maybe she spent the whole night writing that letter? And that envelope probably contains all her secrets, right?
When she took a few steps and looked back, her shadow had disappeared into the crowd.
Now, of course, I know very well how to open my mouth like her at that time. But in any case, it will always become a long dialogue, so it must not be possible to say it well. Like that, the things I think of are always not practical.
In short, the dialogue begins with "Once upon a time" with "Don't you feel sad?" "End.
Once upon a time, there was a place where there was a teenager and a young girl. The teenager was eighteen years old and the girl was sixteen years old. The teenager is not very handsome, and the girl is not very beautiful. It is a lonely and ordinary teenager and girl everywhere. But they all firmly believe that somewhere in the world, there must be a girl and a boy who is 100% compatible with them.
One day, two people met by chance on a street corner.
"How strange! I've been looking for you, maybe you won't believe it, but you're 100% a girl to me? The boy said to the girl.
The girl said to the boy, "You are exactly 100% a boy to me, and everything is exactly as I imagined." It's like a dream. ”
Two people sit down on a bench in the park, as if there is no end to talking, talk all the time, two people are no longer lonely, the pursuit of 100% of the object, by the pursuit of 100% of the object, is a wonderful thing!
However, in the hearts of the two people, there was a little bit of doubt, just a little bit - is it a good thing that the dream is so simple to realize?
When the conversation was suddenly interrupted, the teenager said, "Let's try again." If the two of us are really 100% lovers, we will definitely meet again somewhere in the future, and the next time we meet, if we still feel that each other is 100%, then we will get married immediately. ”
"Wow". The girl said.
So the two broke up.
In fact, seriously, there is really nothing to test: because they are truly 100% couples. And the waves of fate are destined to trick lovers.
One winter, both men had the result of the vicious influenza epidemic that year, and had been struggling on the brink of life and death for weeks, and the memories of the past had been completely lost, and when they woke up, their minds were as empty as the money tubes of D.H. Lawrence of their youth.
However, because both people are smart and patient teenagers and girls, the result of hard work and hard work has finally gained new knowledge and feelings. And smoothly returned to society. They can also take the subway to change trains, and they can also go to the post office to send a limited-time special delivery. And also experienced 75% of the relationships, or 85% of the relationships.
In this way, the boy grew to be thirty-two years old, and the girl was thirty years old. Time has passed at an astonishing rate.
So on a clear April morning, the teenager passed by in the middle of an alley in Harajuku in order to drink a cup of morning service coffee, and the faint light of the lost memory flashed in the hearts of the two of them.
She is exactly 100% girl to me!
He's 100% boy to me!
But the light of their memories was too faint, and their voices were no longer as clear as they had been fourteen years ago, and the two men passed by without a word, and disappeared into the crowd.
Don't you think it's sad?
"Bean Tree Qingqing"
By Barbara Kinsovo
Translated by Yang Xiangrong
Life gives us the unexpected and leaves no room for it, gives us barrenness and riches. People support each other and spend the most precious time of tenderness and growth. It's a story of love and friendship, adventure and commitment, abandonment and belonging, and discovering amazing wealth in places that seem to have nothing.