Peacock

Surprisingly, Chen Wumian didn't ask me where the water went.She was just holding on to the door frame, her expression suddenly became very tired, and her eyebrows were also relaxed, as if some energy had been vented, and she became a shriveled balloon shell.

"I don't want to wait anymore," she said, "Why am I always waiting."

I was a little at a loss, and didn't know what to respond for a while, so I finally just opened the refrigerator and took out one from the whole row of pirated [-]-Up soda cans, turned around and handed it to her.

On the short journey back to the living room, Chen Wumian just stared at the dark green body of the jar without speaking.

"At the beginning, I thought he was an idiot, he could even buy fake sodas." Chen Wumian said, "Then I bought genuine ones and replaced everything in the refrigerator. He didn't say anything at the time. .After he finished drinking, he went to buy it himself, but the ones he bought were all fake."

"This pirated version has more flavor and a much lighter taste. It's not sweet, so it tastes better." I said.

Chen Wumian looked up at me, "This is exactly what he said."

"So he and I are not in the same way." Chen Wumian stood up and put the soda back on the narrow coffee table, "I always feel that I should buy what it should be exchanged for after spending money, and it has nothing to do with taste. But Tangling never thinks like this, he doesn't care at all, no matter whether he likes it or not, it's fine, life is the same, no matter whether it's good or bad, it's fine."

I suddenly wanted to make a sophistry for the purpose of comfort: "Tang Ling is actually not..."

not what?I don't know Tang Ling, the foundation of his fantasies, reveries, and delusion may be based on his insignificant appearance.Then I shut up.

As if he suddenly started paying attention to me, Chen Wumian said, "How do you know each other?"

I said honestly, "It's the first time I've seen you in Freedom Country. My friend likes you and asked me to follow you to find out about the situation, and then Tang Ling arrested me, and you left in the end."

Chen Wumian seemed surprised, as if he really believed in Tang Ling's random move before.After a long while, she suddenly smiled: "He just stared at the medicine and kept taking it to the point where his brain was ruined. He is always insane."

"What medicine..." I said a little slowly.

"Go and look at his bedside table." Chen Wumian wrote lightly: "He will eat whatever he wants to eat."

Her mobile phone, which seemed to be working all year round, was working diligently again at this moment. Chen Wumian answered a call, and the speaker sound was turned up very loudly, just like her squeaky voice when she was angry and moaning.

"Don't call me again! I'm going to send you to prison sooner or later! You owe it to me. You let me do despicable things in these backcountry places."

The male voice seemed to have given up on the fierce explanation: "You come back first."

"Didn't you sell me here? Now you have money to pay liquidated damages?"

As if it was difficult to resist the sharp attack, I only heard a distant sigh from the other side, and finally Chen Wumian hung up the phone.

I wanted to show that I didn't listen carefully to the conversation, so I buried myself in straightening out the messy tea table for Tang Ling.There was an empty soda can on the table, with many cigarette butts extinguished on it, and its orange-yellow body twisted, like babies who had died in gray and white ruins.

Out of breath, Chen Wumian kicked the slender coffee table, the violent shock spread to the table, the pot fell down in response, and the cigarette butts scattered all over the ground.

Then she got up in a hurry, and said behind my back: "When Tang Ling comes back later, you can tell him."

"I slept with my former college classmate and was caught by his wife. That day he took me out to play in the sea. On the same day, his wife jumped into the sea with the child. I have to avoid the limelight, and I will stay in the sea during this time. Baima, I'm not going back."

In fact, I don't understand the significance of Chen Wumian's explanation of the previous story. In fact, she doesn't need to explain so much, because this is not a reason to add impression points.

After seeing her off, I stood at the door for a long time before I dragged myself to the kitchen. I saw Tangling sitting on the window sill behind the back door smoking a cigarette, staring at the gray-blue sea around Baima.

"Did you hear?"

Tang Ling nodded: "It's not good news."

I thought he was referring to what happened to Chen Wumian, but he was talking about the result that Chen Wumian had to stay in Baima to avoid the limelight.

I can't even get jealous, I can faintly feel the sympathy between Chen Wumian and I, and even feel the blank resentment for Tang Ling's indifference from beginning to end, maybe it's called obsessive resentment.He is different from others. He is the number one rotten person I have never met since I was born in this hypocritical world. I became fascinated by incompleteness, fell in love with his frivolity and dirtyness on the surface and his pompous ignorance affairs of the world.

"Sister Chen doesn't want to do those things, obviously she doesn't have to." I also turned to his side, "I don't think she is really short of money."

"She likes this." Tang Ling said cruelly, "Being watched."

I couldn't understand: "It looks more like a corner. I heard her say something about breach of contract, is there a contract problem?"

Tang Ling didn't answer anymore, he just turned his head and looked at me: "Didn't you say you took the coat and left?"

Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, I frowned and said, "Does it have to be so harsh to protect you from disasters?"

The ash was shaken on the dilapidated canopy downstairs, and Tang Ling casually leaned forward, making me think he was about to fall.

"Tell a joke before leaving."

"I do not know."

I looked up at him again: "What medicine do you want to take? Are you sick?"

Tang Ling laughed: "Didn't she let you go through the cabinet by yourself?"

"It's impolite."

"It's polite to say you're going to rape me."

I was at a loss for words.

"I only eat when I can't sleep, and occasionally when I have a headache." Tang Ling said.

I suddenly asked, "What do you do when you can't sleep?"

"In a daze?" Tang Ling seemed to have thought about it carefully, "It's often dawn when you come back to your senses."

He dragged me off the window sill, "Pema's sunrise is beautiful, only at that time, the sea doesn't look so dirty."

is very beautiful.I remembered the first morning we spent together, him after being scalded by fluorescent red.

The word "prison" always pops out of my mind inappropriately, and my heart crinkles in a small moment, although I don't know if there is any connection between them.

The poster of Led Zeppelin was nervously pasted under the range hood, but there was no trace of being smoked by the lampblack at all. It seemed that he really treated himself like a temporary resident.

Not thinking about anyone is actually a good thing, but I never understand how a person who doesn't care can walk alone.

"I don't want to go, can you let me stay here?" I said, "Didn't you say that you would feel good when you wake up and see someone occasionally."

Tang Ling frivolously tapped the glass just now with her knuckles: "Didn't you play enough?"

I hugged him from behind, smelled the turpentine smell of burning southern humidity in his clothes, and said muffledly: "I just want to sleep next to you tonight."