My 26-year-old female tenant: Gufan on the Island

The light shone on the glass, and the wine in the glass seemed to be stained with a layer of psychedelic color. I stared at it, and my consciousness gradually became blurred. At this time, I don’t know who opened the window, and the wind rushed in violently through the gap...blowing me into pieces, like a scattered dandelion, flying to an unknown place along with the dust.

I leaned over and looked. The world below me was completely distorted. The tall buildings, street lights, and shop windows were distorted. I even saw distorted high heels stepping on the puddles on the ground. The puddles were like a distorted and magical mirror, reflecting her appearance and mood...

She was so lonely, walking with her head down in a city that had no emotions of its own...

A stray dog ​​followed her because she was holding a bag of unfinished fried chicken.

A man and a dog, they had nothing to do with each other, but they were on the same journey.

But the woman just looked back at it, quickened her pace, and got on a bus.

The dog's chase suddenly came to nothing.

It just stood there beside the puddle of water, looking even lonelier than the woman at that time.

I knew this was already a dream because it seemed to have a plot and some indescribable feelings.

……

I flew farther and farther, and happened to hover over an isolated island at dusk. I thought of Le Yao, but what I saw was Chen Qianyu. She had turned into a mermaid. Next to her was a stranded wooden boat, the sails had been weathered, and the sea breeze blew through the hollow mast towards the sea surface dyed golden by the setting sun...

Chen Qianyu was combing her hair, and then she plunged into the boundless sea...

She finally turned into a fish, her tail was so light and flexible, and in this sea that belonged only to her, no one would remember that there was a Chen Bailu who bound her.

She seemed to have gradually forgotten about it as she enjoyed the pleasure of love every day.

So, everything between her and Chen Bailu seemed to have no result, leaving only endless relief.

Otherwise, how could Chen Bailu smile when the opponent died?

……

I suddenly felt that life has no result, and this world has no result either. If there must be a result, it is destruction... Everything is heading towards destruction, human civilization, the earth on which we depend for survival, and the vast universe outside the earth...

Sooner or later, destruction will be followed by eternal freedom and nothingness.

……

On such a night full of dreams and thoughts, everything seemed to have no results: Fang Yuan's ambition that had not been realized for a long time, Robben's body that he didn't know when it would recover, and his distant musical dream; finally, CC, it was unknown whether she would always stick to the music restaurant called "Kong Chengli".

Time does not bring a standard answer. I even feel that time has never really existed. It is just a measurement tool constructed by humans. The conflicts and uncertainties between people are the only driving force that propels life forward.

We live in this contradiction and uncertainty, which naturally leads to no results, because everything can change.

At least, that's how it is for me.

……

I can't remember how I got back to the old house, and I slept until noon the next day. The moment I opened the curtains, I was blinded by the intense sunlight. Instead, the green plants on the windowsill shook their branches and leaves under the light, bursting with strong vitality.

Then I suddenly remembered that spring has come. There will be no more leaves falling, and no more people to miss.

Yes, forgetting is the most powerful skill a person has in life, just like Chen Qianyu asked me not to mention her again, and just like I didn’t even have the time to say goodbye to Jian Wei, and several years of relationship collapsed.

I always say that I can't bear it, but in fact I have never learned to forget.

So I lit a cigarette, squinted my eyes, and stared stubbornly at the beam of light coming through the gap. It was hot, like fire, and quickly dissolved something in my heart.

Rather than saying things, it’s better to say it’s an obsession…

Soon, I felt empty, and in the end, I even forgot what Jian Wei looked like. I only vaguely remembered her pair of particularly beautiful eyes, flashing with ripples and soft like water.

……

I seemed to have really learned to forget. I forgot how long I had been staring at that beam of light. It was not until my cell phone vibrated that I straightened up and avoided the light.

The call was from Le Yao. Her voice was a little low as she said to me, "Zhaoyang, I was beaten up."

"Who hit you?"

"I don't want to stay in Suzhou anymore..."

"why?"

"I said, I was beaten, didn't you hear me?"

"So, I'm asking you, who beat you up?"

"I'm leaving now. Can you come to the train station to see me off?"

Our conversation seemed a little abrupt, as if she didn't want to talk to me, but wanted me to do something for her.

……

This time, I didn't refuse. Before leaving, I took off my heavy down jacket, put on a light leather jacket, and then took a train to the train station. I had two questions. I didn't know who beat her up, and where was she going this time?

Where else could she go? She told me more than once that she was a lone sail, hanging on the boat, drifting with the wind.

So, she was still the same as before, with no heavy luggage, only a shoulder bag; the bag had obvious signs of being torn, so much so that one of the shoulder straps was broken.

She didn't lie, she had really been in a fight before coming here. Moreover, she was the loser, and this shoulder bag was the damage from the fight.

……

We looked at each other, and she said to me, "Those people from the bar association are too difficult to deal with. I went to ask them for a result, but two burly women showed up and chased me out... Look, they tore my bag to pieces."

"I saw it...How about you? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"I was kicked... When they wanted to slap me, I took a taxi and ran away."

I looked at her...

"Zhaoyang, I have finally figured it out. Many things in this world have no results... The results I'm talking about are the results we want..."

"Yes, you already have powerlessness written all over your face."

"You look weak too..."

I subconsciously turned my head to look at myself in the glass. I saw that I was neither sad nor happy, and I didn't have any strong desires... At this moment, I was more like a lonely boat, swaying on the endless sea, following the current.

Le Yao laughed at this time and said to me: "I'm going to find the city in the sky..."

I looked at her in astonishment...I wasn't used to this reversal.

"What about you, are you going with me?"

After that, she took out a ticket from her damaged bag...

I looked down and saw that it was a ticket for a train to Luoyang that would leave in an hour.

I finally said to her, "You are going to Luoyang..."

"Well, let's open an undefined coffee shop... Why does the mission of a coffee shop have to make money? Maybe it's just to make it convenient for us to watch the sunrise and sunset, in that desolate and dilapidated place..."

“If we don’t make money, how can we maintain the business?”

"If the business can't continue, then let it go bankrupt... I've already said that many things in this world will not develop into the results we want..."

“What happens after the bankruptcy?”

"Continue living an undefined life... I can set up a street stall. If the stall fails, I can just take a broken bowl and go wandering..."

I was actually a little moved, but I still asked with doubt: "Can it really be so cool?"

"Why can't we be so carefree?... Should we be like Chen Bailu and Chen Qianyu?... Trapping ourselves in a whirlpool of emotions and human relations, one thinking he is perfect, the other living forever in self-blame and pain, unable to escape..."

This time, I was silent for a long time before I replied, "Yes, there is no result in this world... The result I'm talking about is also the result we want."

"So, forget about Jane Wei, forget about all this terrible stuff..."

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then extended my hand to Le Yao.

As she handed me the ticket, she also held my hand and ran towards the entrance together... At this moment, it seemed that nothing was defined, and only the pursuit was left, the pursuit of eternal happiness and freedom...

……

On this train to Luoyang, I seemed to have a dream... In the dream, I seemed to be restrained again; I never left Suzhou, and I was still working incompetently at Baoli Department Store...

I continued to squander my meager salary and became a regular at the bar.

Until one day, I opened the door of the old house and saw a woman with long hair hanging down to her shoulders sitting in the living room. She told me that she had bought the old house...

I was forced to move out, facing the raging wind and rain, and finally I fell in the steel torrent of the city.

There is no growth, no redemption, no fantasy, no romance, and no results...

……

In the dream, the sound of wheels rubbing against rails became clearer and clearer; I knew I was about to wake up, and it happened to be dusk, and Le Yao was leaning on my shoulder, not yet awake...

The corners of her mouth turned up and she held my hand tighter.

She was probably dreaming too?

What did she dream about again?

I thought so, and then turned my gaze to the car window. It was already spring outside, full of vitality...

(End of extra chapter)