Encounter love
Wen | Haruki Murakami Photo| Network Editor| Liema Green Onion
On a clear April morning, I was passing by a 100 percent girl in Harajuku Backstreet.
It is not a secret that the girl is not very pretty, there is no attractiveness, the clothing is not outstanding, and the hair behind the head persistently has traces of sleep squeeze. The age is not small - it should be almost 30. Strictly speaking, I am afraid it is difficult to call a girl. However, 50 meters away, I could see at a glance that she was a 100 percent girl to me. From the moment I saw her posture, my chest trembled like a crackling, and my mouth rustled like a desert.
Maybe you also have your ideal girl. For example, girls who like to have weak feet and necks, girls with big eyes after all, girls with ten fingers who are absolutely good-looking, or girls who are inexplicably obsessed with slowly spending time eating. I certainly have my own preferences. When I was in a restaurant, I looked at the nose shape of a girl at the next table in a daze.
But to clearly outline the image of a hundred percent girl, no one can do it. I can't even remember what kind of nose she had. I can't even remember whether there was a nose or not, and now all I can remember is that she wasn't very pretty. It's incredible.
"Yesterday I passed by a 100 percent girl on the road." I said to a man.
"Well," he replied, "are people beautiful? ”
"No, I'm not talking about this."
"So, is that the type that suits your taste?"
"Can't remember. What the eyes are, whether the chest is big or small, all forgotten. ”
"Inexplicable!"
"It's inexplicable."
"So," he seemed interested, "what have you done?" Talking? Or tracked? ”
"Nothing was done." I said, "Just passing by." ”
She went from east to west, and I went from west to east, on a refreshed morning in April.
I want to talk to her, even for 30 minutes. I want to inquire about her origins, and I also want to give up my own life in its entirety. More importantly, it was to find out the fate that led to our passing by the back streets of Harajuku on a clear morning in April 1981. It is sure to be filled with the warm secrets of the ancient machines of peacetime.
So we can find a place to have lunch, watch Woody Ellen's movie, and then stop by the bar in the hotel to drink cocktails or something, get it right, and maybe we can sleep with her after drinking.
Possibility is tapping my heart.
The distance between me and her was as close as fifteen or sixteen meters. The question is, how exactly should I talk to her?
"Hello! Is it okay to talk to me? Even if it's 30 minutes. ”
It's so silly that it's like persuading someone to join insurance.
"May I ask, is this laundromat open 24 hours a day?"
This is also stupid, not to mention I didn't even bring a laundry bag! Who can believe my confession?
Maybe it's better to be straight to the point. "Hello! You're a 100 percent girl to me! ”
No, no, she probably won't believe my confession. Even if you believe, you may not be willing to say anything to me. She might say something like this: Even if I'm 100 percent girl to you, you're not 100 percent a man to me, sorry! And that's quite possible. If I were in such a situation, I would be completely overwhelmed. The blow may have devastated me. I'm 32 years old, and that's what it comes down to when I'm older.
I passed her in front of the flower shop, and the warm little air mass touched my skin. The tarmac is sprinkled with water, and the fragrance of roses ripples around. I couldn't even say hello to her. She wears a white sweater and holds in her right hand a square envelope that has not yet been stamped. Who she wrote the letter to. It was so sleepy-eyed that it might have been written all night, and the four-sided envelope might contain all her secrets.
When she took a few steps back, her figure had long since disappeared into the crowd.
Today, of course, I know exactly how to talk to her at that time. But in any case, the whiteness was too long, and I was sure that I could not express it well--that is, everything I thought was not practical enough.
In short, confessions begin "a long, long time ago" and end with "Don't you think this is a sad story?"
Once upon a time, there was a place where there was a boy and a girl. Boys 18, girls 16. Young boys are not handsome, and girls are not very beautiful, nothing more than lonely and ordinary boys and girls everywhere. But the two have always believed that somewhere in the world there must be a girl and a boy who are 100% suitable for them. Yes, the two believe in miracles, and miracles do happen.
One day, the two met unexpectedly on the street.
"What a coincidence! I've been looking for you. Maybe you don't believe that you're one hundred percent boy to me. From head to toe it was exactly as I thought it would be. It was a dream. ”
The two sat on a park bench, hand in hand, talking tirelessly. The two are no longer alone. 100% need each other, 100% have been needed by each other. And what a wonderful thing to need 100% of the other party and to be 100% needed by the other party! This is already a cosmic miracle!
But a small, indeed small, small doubt crossed the minds of the two: Is it a good thing that dreams come true so easily?
When the conversation was suddenly interrupted, the young man said:
"I said, try again! If the two of us were really a couple of 100 percent lovers, we would surely meet somewhere one day. The next time you meet, if you still feel that the other person is 100%, you can get married there immediately, okay? ”
"Okay." The girl answered.
So the two separated and went their separate ways.
However, to be honest, there is no need to try at all, it is simply superfluous. Why? Because the two are indeed a pair of 100% lovers, because it is a miraculous encounter. But the two were too young to know much. So the ruthless fate began to tease the two.
One winter, both of them contracted the vicious flu that raged that year. After a few weeks of hovering at the death line, memories of the past are lost. Things are really bizarre. When the two woke up with their eyes open, their heads were like D· H Lawrence's teenage coin box was as empty as ever.
But after all, this pair of young men and women are intelligent and open-minded and have great perseverance, and after unremitting efforts, they have finally regained new knowledge and new emotions, and are competent to re-enter the social life happily. Oh, my God! These two people are really impeccable! They were fully able to change to the subway and be able to deliver express mail at the post office. And experienced seventy-five percent and eighty-five percent of love, respectively.
So back and forth, the boy is 32 years old, and the girl is 31 years old. Time passes at an alarming rate.
On a clear morning in April, the boy walked along the back street of Harajuku from west to east to drink discounted morning coffee, and the girl went from east to west along the same street to buy a quick letter stamp, and the two were lost in the middle of the road. The shimmer of lost memories instantly illuminates both hearts. Their chests throbbed sharply, and they learned:
She was one hundred percent girl to me.
He was one hundred percent boy to me.
However, the candlelight of the two men's memories was too faint, and their words were not as clear as they were fourteen years ago. As a result, without even saying a word, he passed by and disappeared straight into the crowd, forever and ever.
Don't you think it's a sentimental story?
Yes, I should have spoken to her like this.
About the Author: Haruki Murakami (むらかみ はるき, born January 12, 1949), born in Kyoto, Japan, graduated from Waseda University and is a Japanese postmodernist writer. He is known as the first pure "writer of the post-World War II period" and is known as the literary standard-bearer of Japan in the 1980s. In 1975, he graduated from waseda University, Faculty of Letters, Majoring in Drama. In 1979, he won the 23rd Group Portrait Newcomer Literature Award for his debut novel "And Listen to the Wind". In 1980, he was nominated for the 83rd Wasagawa Award for his novel "Pinball in 1973". In 1982, the novel "The Adventure of Finding sheep" was published as a single book, and won the 4th Noma Literary Newcomer Award. In 1987, he published the novel "Norwegian Forest", which broke the silence of the Japanese literary world and appeared the so-called "Haruki Murakami phenomenon". In 1996, he won the 47th Yomiuri Literature Prize for his novel "Strange Bird Journey". In 1999, he won the 2nd Kuwabara Takeo Literature Prize for his documentary essay "In the Agreed Place: Underground 2". In 2006, he won the Franz Kafka Prize established in the Czech Republic, and in the same year, he won the 2nd Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award in Ireland for his short story "Blind Willow and Sleeping Beauty". In 2007, he won the 1st Waseda University Pingnai Runaway Literature Prize, and in 2009, he won the Jerusalem Literature Prize. In 2011, he was awarded the International Prize of Catalonia, Spain. In 2015, he won the Hans Christian Andersen Literary Prize.
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