barcelona summer

A week passed quickly, and he had become one with the surfers, and his boss, Roland, although they still didn't communicate much with each other, they could be regarded as trusting each other in their hearts.So he didn't hesitate to renew the room for another week after it expired.

There was a new surfer, a Swiss, blue-eyed, fair-haired, young man.Everyone else knew the Italian, and it seemed like they met at the hotel every summer.But unlike the others, this man brought his own surf gear and appeared to come from a wealthy family.

"Of course," Garcia said. "The family runs a bank, which is different from us poor boys."

In this regard, the Swiss just smiled and said to him very modestly in obviously more fluent English:

"It's all thanks to my father, and I'm just a student."

"But you wear a Rolex."

Garcia added, and the Swiss continued to smile:

"Because I'm Swiss, you know we have watches besides banks."

He took a liking to the new guy.

That afternoon, a few of them came to the beach.But the sea didn't give face that day, and the waves didn't come for a long time, so the boys no longer had any expectations, and took off their surfing suits one after another, and changed into swimming trunks for swimming.The girls didn't come today, and he was the only one of the six boys who couldn't swim, so of course he stayed on the shore to watch things.The Swiss also really trusted him and took off the Rolex on his wrist and handed it to him.

It was the first time he had come into contact with such an expensive watch, but it was good, but it was a bit heavy, and he didn't know what it felt like to wear it on his hand.

He sat on the sand and watched them swim.

Since coming to Barcelona, ​​he has been tanned a lot and never smoked again, which makes him feel that his whole body has become healthy-even if it is just an illusion.At this moment, he was half lying on the warm sand under the protection of the parasol. Although the noise of human voices came from his ears, he was able to turn a deaf ear.Comfort and coziness are what he feels at this moment. He really wants to take a nap like this, but he is afraid that his sleeping time will be stolen by others.A little conflicted in my heart, but even this slightly conflicted psychology is a kind of pleasure.

"Is that why people travel..." he said to himself. "Because you can't feel this atmosphere when you stay at home?"

The only pity is that he can't swim, he thought, otherwise he could go into the water and feel the sea in Barcelona.

In the evening, they went to a restaurant for dinner together.Fresh sea fish, roasted crispy red sausage, mashed potatoes drizzled with olive oil, large bowls of vegetable salad, beer... These are the menus of the boys, and the table is full.Everyone's eating habits are not limited to small details, stuffing things into their mouths, as if it is a bottomless pit, very wild.Do athletes eat like this?He regrets even more that he did not choose to stick to a sport, running or swimming, or tennis. In short, people should engage in a certain sport, which is good for both body and mind.

There is also music, people should also learn a musical instrument.

There was a band playing live in the restaurant, and the melody was very cheerful. Garcia said it was a traditional folk song in Catalonia.No wonder, the performers are all dressed in traditional costumes and are all elderly.

He kind of fell in love with the city of Barcelona.

After dinner, the group returned to the hotel. Everyone was exhausted after playing all afternoon, so they went back to their rooms early to rest.

He wasn't very tired, and when he returned to his room, he saw that it was still early (Spanish people eat late for dinner and go to bed late, and almost no one goes to bed before ten o'clock), so he took out the Spanish version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" he bought earlier. flipped over.After all, Garcia confiscated the book, and he turned a few pages and found that he couldn't understand it at all.

"It seems that not only sports and musical instruments are needed, but also a foreign language..."

He muttered, threw the book aside, and picked up Dream of the Red Chamber instead.

It rained again the next day.

The light rain stopped after a while, but it was enough to paint the sea and sky with a layer of light gray, which is not bad for reducing the heat of the previous few days.

After the rain, the beach gradually became more crowded, but he was inexplicably annoyed.Fatigued and with a dull headache, Garcia asked him to go to the beach, but he politely refused.Seeing the sea every day is enough, he thought, and of course he told Garcia that he was not feeling well.

It wasn't a lie, he wasn't feeling well.Looking at the window again, he understood, it turned out that he forgot to close the window when he fell asleep with the book last night, but it happened that the weather was not good, and there was a refreshing light rain...

He guessed he had a cold.

Searching through the luggage, I finally found several medicine stones.Swallowing it with mineral water, the bitter taste seems to symbolize inner remorse: why did you make a mistake again?Why didn't you pay attention sooner?

Hey, life is like this, no matter how many mistakes you make and how many times you absorb experience, in the end it still doesn't help, there are always new mistakes waiting ahead.

After taking the medicine, it may be a psychological effect. Firstly, he felt that the pain was relieved, and secondly, his self-blame and regret were also weakened.He was always like this, blaming himself desperately when he made a small mistake, as sensitive as a middle school girl.No way, in years of reading and writing, his nerves have already been polished to such a state.Compared with ordinary people, he can feel more pleasure from the same landscape, and at the same time, when pain comes, he can also bear more pain than ordinary people.

This is a double-edged sword. It is a question of the lightness of pain and the lightness of happiness, or the depth of pain and the depth of happiness.Everyone wants to be happy, but as much happiness as there is pain, or pain comes first, such as physical exercise; or pain comes later, such as uninhibited, without exception.Where there is sunshine, there is darkness. He understood this truth when he was lying in bed and recalling the past when he was 23 years old.At that time, he was writing his first book, and he tried his best to write very hard, but when the day's writing was successfully completed, he felt an unprecedented joy.

Even so, when he thought of repeating the process the next day, and having to suffer through repeated revisions and scrutiny of the text, he was still very reluctant.

So he indulged himself in smoking, from a few cigarettes a day to half a pack, then to one pack, and finally two packs a day may not be enough.He enjoyed the little calming effect brought by the smoke, but at the same time he also endured the pain firmly.When he coughed for a while and went to the hospital for an examination, the doctor told him that it might be lung cancer, for a moment he was in a daze.No matter how open-minded a person is, he will hesitate for a moment in the face of life and death, let alone he is just an ordinary person.He didn't want to die--I'm afraid no one wanted to die--so he had to say goodbye to the false high the smoke gave him.

Lying in bed, he thought about these things.Fortunately, the sun is shining on the earth at this moment, the temperature has warmed up, and the windows can be reopened.He believes that the breeze mixed with seafood is good for him.Once when he was a child, he was bitten by a poisonous mosquito with a large bag, the size of four one-yuan coins. Later, he went to the beach once, and the bag disappeared after being soaked in sea water for half a day.Real sea water is the best anti-inflammatory, and that's what he needs now.

"When the cold gets better, I'll try to exercise too..."

He remembered what the hotel owner had said to him a few days ago, and he muttered in his mouth.

"Should they teach me how to surf?"

But he feels that it is impossible for him to learn to surf in half a month, after all, he can't even swim.If you want to run if you don't know how to walk, this is not acceptable. Everyone who reads it will laugh at it, except for the silly self who is daydreaming.

On the second day, instead of the cold subsiding as he expected, he started to have a fever.

His face was very red, and he staggered a little when he walked.The surfers I ran into in the corridor were a little worried about him, but they couldn’t help him—these people all graduated from the University of Madrid’s science and engineering department. They will build houses and cars in the future, and they have never been sick, so they don’t know how to treat people.

The illness made him lose interest in everything, and he felt uncomfortable. He would be better off lying in bed anywhere, and even lying in bed was cold, so he had to ask the boss Roland for a quilt.

"you are sick."

Roland did not use interrogative sentences, but affirmative sentences.

"Um……"

"why?"

"I do not know either……"

Roland didn't ask any more questions, and asked him to wait for a while, then turned around and folded into a small room, and soon came out with a thick quilt in his arms.

"I'll help you move upstairs."

"No, I'll do it myself..."

He took the quilt from Roland's hands. It was quite heavy and smelled of dust.

"Time is useless."

"It's okay, I'll trouble you..."

He turned to leave, when he suddenly heard Roland asking him behind him:

"Did you take medicine?"

"ate……"

"What to eat?"

"Healthy."

Roland had an expression he had never heard before.He didn't delve into it anymore—in fact, he didn't have the strength to delve into it anymore—turned around and went upstairs again.

Five minutes later, someone knocked on the door. When he opened the door, it turned out that it was Roland, holding a small transparent box in his hand. As soon as he opened the door, he handed the small box to him.

"Take this, western medicine."

"I also take western medicine..."

"I'm talking about Spanish medicine, referred to as Western medicine. Your Chinese medicine is not easy to use."

He was stunned, was the man in front of him telling a bad joke?Also, why does he call China your country?He had no time to take care of it when he had a headache, so he took the medicine and thanked Roland.

"thanks……"

"You're welcome."

With the same indifferent tone, Roland nodded slightly and left.

He closed the door, clutching the small box in his hand, and opened it to see that there were two white pills inside.Although I have made some contacts with the hotel owner, I am still a stranger after all. Can I take the medicine given by the stranger casually?He was a little skeptical for a moment, but suddenly he thought of that rainy day when Roland sat alone on the beach watching the rain, and his skepticism disappeared.The person who would look at the rain like that could not be a bad person, he believed that for no reason, and felt ashamed of his suspicion just now.It just so happened that he hadn't taken any medicine that day, so he touched the mineral water bottle and swallowed a piece of medicine.

It is more bitter than the medicine I brought, but as long as it can cure the disease...

He fell asleep quickly.