barcelona summer

After waking up, the fever subsided a little.He didn't feel that bad anymore.Lying on the bed, I saw the sky full of stars outside the window.what time is it?I touched my phone and saw that it was already eleven o'clock.Unexpectedly, after sleeping for so long, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling when he looked at the quilt covering his body.

At this time, my stomach started to growl. It is a good thing. I have an appetite, which means that my body has recovered.While comforting himself like this, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and found the thickest coat from the suitcase.All he brought to Spain were thin summer clothes, the thickest of which was just a Nike jacket.He put on his coat, left the room and went downstairs.

Roland was the only one in the lobby.He sat in front of the computer and typed on the keyboard with a very focused expression, but he still noticed him going downstairs, so he stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him, asking him:

"Feeling better?"

"It's okay, at least I don't have a fever..."

"I still have to take the medicine, it's Spanish flu, it's terrible."

"Um……"

He nodded and looked at Roland curiously, but Roland was already typing on the keyboard again.The mechanical keyboard creaks and is as old as the hotel, but it sounds comfortable and down-to-earth.It's just that it's all over, what is this person writing about?

But the top priority was dinner. He hadn't eaten since morning, and only drank half a bottle of mineral water.He felt amused, obviously two days ago he was troubled by eating too much and not being able to sleep at night.People's troubles really come out of nowhere, and there is no trace of them.

"Can I ask a question?"

So he respectfully disturbed the other party again, but the other party was very polite and said:

"Excuse me."

"Do you know of any open restaurants nearby?"

Roland stopped what he was doing again, looked at him and asked:

"The guests haven't finished their meal yet?"

It's not just dinner, even breakfast, no, yesterday's dinner wasn't good either...

He shook his head and said no.

"It's a quarter past eleven, and the restaurants by the sea are closed,"

"Oh……"

It seems that I can only find bread at a convenience store...

"There's no convenience store nearby," Roland said as if he had read his mind. "This is not China."

He was a little surprised and stared at the man in front of him.He remembered what the surfer's girlfriends said before. The man in front of him once had a boyfriend who died unexpectedly.Perhaps, a man's empathy is exercised when he gets along with his boyfriend?

He sighed and decided to give up the idea of ​​eating. Anyway, eating less is good for the body and can purify the toxins in the body.But Roland said:

"If you need something to eat, I can make it for you."

He had already turned around, but at this moment, his foot stopped in mid-air, and he looked back at Roland.

"Can you? No trouble..."

"It's my job to serve customers."

He was right, he almost forgot that he was staying in a hotel.

"Then... please, of course I will pay."

The other party was noncommittal, but finally typed a few words on the keyboard, and then stood up—he once again felt that this man was very tall, but he was too thin—and asked him:

"What do you want to eat?"

"whatever."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that this was inappropriate. When someone asks you what you want, the last thing you should answer is that you can do anything.So he added:

"It would be best if there was rice..."

"Understood, seafood fried rice, okay?"

"Row."

Roland nodded:

"You can go back to your room and wait. I'll bring the dinner in 10 minutes."

"Well, okay, I really trouble you."

"you are welcome."

The tone was still cold, and it didn't change at all due to the increase in dialogue.If this person wasn't so dark-skinned, I would have mistaken him for a vampire.

"Vampire" makes dinner very simple. The rice is mixed with some shrimps, shellfish, sausage, and some sweet and spicy sauce. It is fried into a large plate, served with a small plate of pickled cucumbers and a glass of water. A typical Spanish dinner, but very Delicious, he ate every last bit of sauce from the pickled cucumbers and fried rice plate.

Afterwards, he filled the glass of water contentedly, and felt that all the uncomfortable feelings disappeared with the filling of his stomach, much like when he was still studying and going out for dinner with his classmates. At that time, no matter what to eat, as long as everyone got together It will be very happy to eat and eat together.Even though he was alone now, his mood was the same. The cold night was heated up by eating spicy food, and the stars and the new moon looked different.How, he asked himself, could the outer landscape be so much influenced by the inner, could the world be so different just because of a change in mood and physical state?For the first time, he realized the importance of the body. Before that, the body was just a container to carry his own soul. The soul was the key point, and the body was meaningless.

He found that he was wrong. Spiritual satisfaction is of course important when people live in the world, just as Sherlock Holmes was bored with the dull and boring life and longed for spiritual pleasure and stimulation, but physical sensory satisfaction is also inaccessible. Man is not a god. Without the shackles of the flesh, why not try to make it easier?Correspondingly, a good body will also have a beneficial effect on the soul, and the two complement each other...It was Spanish seafood fried rice that made him realize this, and realized that there is not only art in the world, simple meals, A long and comfortable rest and the comfort wrapped in soft clothes all have their existence value.

Thinking of the above, he was very happy.I really want to find a pen and paper to record it quickly, but then I think that there is no need for it, this kind of epiphany acquired after going through vicissitudes will not be easily forgotten-some truly important things will never be forgotten in life-he Believing in this way, my heart is extremely peaceful.

He sent the used plates, cups and chopsticks downstairs, while Roland was still sitting in front of the computer, but not typing on the keyboard.He put the things on the counter and put down a twenty-euro note beside him.Roland glanced at it and told him that it was too much, ten euros would be enough.

However, this meal is not just as simple as a meal, but also includes the man's concern for himself. He thought this way, and felt that a mere twenty euros could not measure the value of this meal, so he insisted on giving the money to him. He also said to him:

"Wait for me, I'll go upstairs to get something."

He ran upstairs quickly, never feeling so light.What he was looking for was the "One Hundred Years of Solitude", which was originally intended as a souvenir, but was later confiscated by Garcia, who confiscated it.Maybe it can be given to Roland, anyway, he can understand Spanish.

At this time, he saw "A Dream of Red Mansions" next to "One Hundred Years of Solitude", and suddenly changed his mind.

He went downstairs with "Dream of Red Mansions".

"This is for you, as a thank-you gift for the medicine and dinner, and of course the quilt."

"what is this?"

"A Dream of Red Mansions, you haven't heard of it, have you?"

Roland shook his head.

"Of course I have, but why did you give it to me?"

"I've read it many times myself, but you may not have read it. It's not easy to buy Chinese books alone abroad, so I thought of giving it to you."

"I don't like reading."

Roland said in a cold and honest tone.He was taken aback:

"Oh... I see you've been typing and thought you were writing a novel or something..."

"Not a novel."

"Um……"

Roland's airtight tone made him a little suffocated, as if he had sent flowers to his beloved girl before, but the other party said he couldn't accept them.But he doesn't resent each other because of this, because communication between people is full of difficulties and obstacles, it's just that it's hard to find a friend, and there are very few people who really get together without any barriers.

Is that why we feel heartbroken when they leave?Can't wait to be the one who dies?

"Forget it..." he said. "But please accept the money."

"Okay, I will."

Roland was probably apologetic for his tone just now, and no longer refused the money he handed over.

"Is dinner okay?"

"Very good, your cooking is very delicious."

"Thank you."

A very imperceptible smile appeared on Roland's face, and then he returned behind the curtain with the plate—living in the hotel for so long, he finally knew that this was the kitchen.

But beyond that, apart from the structure of the hotel and the dead boyfriend named Pedro and his dislike of reading, he knew nothing about Roland.

Morning comes, another day of floating life.

I took another pill before going to bed last night. I sweated a lot during the night. When I woke up, the fever had completely subsided.With no illness and a light body, he almost had to do radio gymnastics after waking up.Of course not, it's too silly, even if no one is watching.He just went to the bathroom at the end of the hall to rinse off his sweat and change into shorts and a Hawaiian shirt—it was a sunny day, and the morning sun was scorching.

When he went downstairs again, he ran into Garcia and the others.After asking, they learned that his illness had been cured, and they were all happy for him.The group agreed to meet later at a restaurant before going to the beach together.As for him, this time he has made up his mind not only to sit on the beach and watch others play in the water, but also to do some exercise himself.

A few minutes later, he came to the restaurant first and asked for today's recommended breakfast: black bread, sour pickles and coffee milk.Even though I ate so much last night, I'm still very hungry this morning.Before the surfers came, he used the time to think about what kind of sport he wanted to play.He hesitated before swimming and beach football (he saw a lot of people playing, it turned out to be a football city), and finally felt that it was not good, and it was better to run.

In the afternoon, he went to the city and found a Nike store to buy a pair of running shoes.