Cupid winks

Or in the green wooden lattice window.A pomegranate bougainvillea planted in the yard of a family protruded from the wall, and the orange-pink flowers were squeezed into a mass of jet-black branches and leaves with blurred outlines.The man standing alone left three shadows pointing in three directions on the ground.

The outside of the bar is much more lively than the inside.

I patted the bartender who was kneeling and wiping the floor, took out the money, and handed it to him.The bartender waved his hands repeatedly, pointed at the window, and pointed at the bar. I couldn't understand the gestures and words. I guess he wanted to tell me that the man paid the bill.I even gestured and said, "Did he pay the bill? Is he a treat?"

The man smiled at us through the glass window, the bartender smiled at me, took out a stack of tissues from his trouser pocket, stuffed it to me, and pointed to his hand.I thanked him and wiped the blood off my hands, some broken glass stuck in the flesh, it hurts a bit, it's okay.

I went out, walked up to the man, and handed him the money, but the man didn't take it, with one hand in his pocket and the other against the seam of his trousers.His gloved hand was bent unnaturally, as if he was carrying something heavy.

I said, "Then let me treat you to supper. You know this place well, so you can find a place."

The man shook his head with a smile and said, "The store closes early here." He got up and said, "Let's go."

I followed and said, "I see, your hobby is really walking."

The man was surprised for a moment: "You are really listening to me."

I said, "Of course, I don't know you well."

"Are we acquainted now?"

"You want a barbecue?" I asked.

The man laughed, and I said, "I'm not familiar."

The man said: "Then I'd better keep some secrets, and you will remember."

"Are you afraid that I will tell people?" I couldn't suppress my curiosity, and asked him one after another, "Are you afraid that others will know that you are here? Are you hiding from enemies? Why do you always wear gloves? It's because you only have nine fingers. You are afraid of others. laugh?"

The man looked at me with droopy eyelids, exhausted.His appearance must be just the result of time, because his voice sounds cheerful.He asked me: "Who told you the story of the nine fingers?"

I said, "Many people in Four Seasons Plaza know about it."

The man stepped into a pond, and his leather shoes were mostly submerged. He didn't care, walked out of the pond, and muttered: "Four Seasons Plaza..."

He spoke so strangely, and looked so far away, it seemed that he had to go back to the deepest part of the night to recall a little memory of Four Seasons Plaza.

Four Seasons Plaza.A street lamp leaning on a cypress tree, a frog trash can always full of cigarette butts with its mouth wide open, and a public toilet with a pungent smell of urine.The men's and women's toilets are all for men, and men, women—people who look like women are all looking for men.

I couldn't help reminding him: "The bus stop of No. 3 and No. 65 can be reached, and it is not far away after walking. Although it is a square, it is not big or wide. There is a tall small mound. Grass, surrounded by a brick wall, short enough to sit on, we all call it Obo, have you heard of "Meeting Obo"?"

I hummed a few words.Manager Fan can sing the whole song. What else can he sing like "Camel Bell" and "Dream Camel Bell", which are two different songs, and "Dancing Girl" and "Rainy Night Flower" in Hokkien.As soon as he sings, he is very devoted, so devoted that nothing can stop him.Nothing can bother him.

I asked the man: "Have you heard Teresa Teng's "Rainy Night Flower"?"

The man nodded, he hummed a few words, I nodded, and I said: "Manager Fan and we went to K to sing, and then I heard that there was Teresa Teng's record at S's house, and I heard a version, half in Hokkien, half in Hokkien It's Japanese."

The man asked me: "Xiao Fan is still alone?"

"Still alone."

"Okay come again..." the man said softly.

Well, coming again seems strange to him, and it has been far away from him, for a long time.

Is he A Feng?How long has it been since he returned to the market, 40 years, 30 years, 20 years?Why did he leave the financial market in the first place, how long has he been in Sri Lanka, why did he come here?Manager Fan followed him to the mainland, why didn't he follow him to Sri Lanka?

I asked him, "Why did you leave the financial market?"

The man said, "You asked so directly."

I said, "We all know each other well, why should we cover up?"

The man said, "Yeah, why should I go?"

We were about to walk out of this alley, and a three-wheeled motorcycle slowly drove past us. The driver waved to us and said taxi, taxi.Both the man and I shook our heads.I said, "You ask me, who should I ask? Manager Fan?"

The man turned his face and looked at me again. He was about to step into a pond again. I pulled him to the other side of me.He is so thin.very light.If I were to write down all the things I said to him tonight and recall all the memories, and write them down on a piece of paper, they might be heavier than him.

I said, "I want to go back to Taiwan."

I asked him, "Is there anything you want to say to s?"

The man looked down at the road for a while, patted his hands on his pants, and said to me, "No." He said, "He's still s."

I said, "He is your Xiaoying, the family's Lu Ying, the third child, the third brother, and the younger brother, but to me, he is S."

I said: "Maybe I don't really understand him, I can't fully understand him, recognize him, sometimes I feel that he is lying to me, he doesn't love me, he plays me, makes fun of me, whatever, whatever. "

The man said: "So infatuated."

I said, "It's not infatuation."

I can't put into words the feeling.

I said, "I can't tell."

I can only use metaphors.I stretched out my hand, holding an illusory heart in the air with my right hand, and picked up an illusory chisel with my left hand, and the chisel struck the heart.I said: "My heart is in his hands, and he chiseled it with a chisel. I feel very sad, but thinking that my heart is in his hands, I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore, and I am a little happy."

The man said: "A lover cannot lose himself."

I picked out a piece of broken glass stuck in the meat, threw it away, and said, "If I could lose myself, I wouldn't be here. I'll introduce myself to you, and I won't say it. Everyone calls me Box , a box of boxes. Because I often move, and every time I move, there is only one box of things. I will say, I am m, you know, that is what m means."

The man smiled and didn't answer.After we passed a garage of someone else's house, he said: "I left Rongshi because a man came to me. We met in Taiwan, Yexianghua nightclub, he is the owner there, he went to England to study, You know, a nightclub," the man's voice was full of laughter, "what kind of jazz band does he play in the nightclub, who would go to it? Isn't going to a hotel just to find a lady, isn't going to a nightclub just to dance, dark, You touch me, I touch you, who knows who I'm touching, and who I'm sticking to, just looking for that feeling."

"Do you often go to nightclubs?"

The man looks at me and smiles.I looked at him and smiled, a little embarrassed and a little relieved, and I said, "You see, it will be like this after you get familiar with him. It's not about vomiting bitterness, vomiting secrets, exchanging secrets, but starting to spy on secrets."

The man said: "It's a pity, I can't return to the state of a stranger."

I agreed: "What a pity," I said, "that man's family must be rich."

The man nodded: "His family is in the tea business, and there are tea gardens in Fujian and Sri Lanka."

He said, "You know what, a good Tieguanyin tastes like coffee."

The man continued: "He told me, come with me."

"You just left with him?"

"correct."

I lit a cigarette and I said, "I want to s."

I said, "He took me to the airport. If he asked me if I wanted to stay in Taiwan, I would nod. He didn't ask me."

When he left Rongshi, he said goodbye to me with a WeChat message.Not even speech.

I want to s.

I took out my phone and wanted to call s, only to find that the phone was out of battery and couldn't be turned on.I pressed it for a while, and sighed, the man said, "Let's find you a place to charge it."

At this time, we walked out of the alley and came to the small square in front of the Dutch castle. There are more three-wheeled taxis here, and there are still open cafes, small bars, and tables at the entrance of each small shop. The chairs are full of people of all colors dressed up by tourists.People waved their hands or travel brochures in their hands to drive away the mosquitoes that circled around the candles on the table.

The man found a cafe and talked to the waiter who was in charge of taking the table. He asked me for a mobile phone, and I gave it to the waiter. The waiter walked in, and I followed him.The man follows me.We sat in a corner near an outlet.I grabbed my phone and said, "I haven't looked at my phone for a long time, and I don't usually charge it."

The man asked me: "Is Xiao Fan still alone?"

I nodded: "He used to be your agent, right?"

"You know a lot about me."

The waiter brought two glasses of ice water and two cups of coffee, and the man continued, "Perhaps you know more about Ah Feng than I do."

I sniffed the coffee, put two sugar cubes in it, and said, "You're a legend at Four Seasons."

"What are the stories in this legend? Tell me and listen."

I counted with my fingers: "Someone was selling ecstasy in the Four Seasons Plaza. You beat him away with a stick. There was a man who kept secretly taking pictures of elementary school students and selling pictures of these students. You caught him and you took pictures of him. Posted all over the city, and, in order to save a poisonous bug who owed a lot of debts, you negotiated with the underworld. In the hot pot restaurant, you helped him pay back the money, and they wanted him a finger,