Cupid winks

I only knew that he spent all the money he earned on his own.He does sex, what should I say, trains, tames, hypnotizes... He is quite famous in this field, and people in this field are willing to pay a lot of money to be trained, tamed, and hypnotized by him. s in Hao Zai Lai is a part-time job, Hao Zai Lai is where we work—we refer to me, s, Xiaobao and Shuxue, it is located in the basement of Hao Zai Lai’s regular massage shop in the old city of Rongshi, and it only provides paid massage at night The sanctuary of carnal service—is the guests', and it's also ours, we, referring to me, Xiaobao and Shuxue. S didn't come to take refuge, he came to find answers. s often haunts the private rooms of the Babylon Club. This club is located in the new urban area of ​​Rongshi. On the surface, it is a jazz music bar with a petty bourgeois style. People who know how to go in go directly to the second floor.The second floor of Babylon smells of fermented desire, exactly the same smell that emanates from the basement of Good Come Again.Paid meat/body services are also available here.

I went to the second floor of Babylon once, I went to help s.One of the customers that s was in charge of that time happened to have a quirk. He liked to be watched by others. Just as I was waiting for s to get off work outside Babylon, s called me in. I watched the man being tied up by s and kneeling like a dog. On the ground, with two massage sticks stuffed in his ass, he licked his shoes, the dirty soles, and his own sweat dripping on the ground. I looked at him, and the man looked at me, whimpering and ejaculating.Afterwards, I asked s, didn't you all talk?If he doesn't speak, you know what he wants?

S said, in ancient times, a long time ago, people in different countries and places spoke the same language. One day, the king of Babylon had a whim and wanted to build a Tower of Babylon in Babylon, and he wanted to pass through it and ascend to the kingdom of heaven. So, he called people from all over the world to design and build the tower. When the gods found out, they were furious and cursed. Overnight, those who came to build the tower spoke different words and could no longer understand each other. , can no longer understand.I said, what are you trying to say so much for, it's the story of Tongtian Tower.I said, I know, I've heard it.

S said that even if they speak the same language, it is difficult for people to understand each other, and the body is the most honest.So it's better not to talk.I was silent then, I didn't talk to s again.I held on for ten seconds.I gave up, and I said to s: "Do you know that I like you?"

s nodded.I asked him, "What about you?"

He still nodded.I said, "How strange it is for God to say he loves people and not want them to come up where he lives."

S said, "Who told you that God loves man?"

I was stunned, thought for a while, and said, "That's right. People use human thinking to explain God, and people can love, so they think that God can love too. The strange thing is people."

s smokes, I watch him.He is on the road.He was walking on a road with street lights on, cars passing by from time to time, trees, flowers, trash cans, and no wild dogs or cats.He said: "What I can give you may be very different from what you want."

I smoke and drink, and the wine is a cocktail with a strong tea flavor. It is said that the owner of the bar has a tea garden, and all the cocktails here will put a few drops of his homemade wine brewed from tea leaves.

I took another sip of my drink.

I said to the man, "Then let's talk about s."

The man leaned forward slightly.He was clearly interested in the topic.Because since I saw this man, his sitting posture has not changed. He has been leaning on the back of the chair with his hands under the table. When a car passes by and someone runs past outside, he will look over.His complexion is not very good.

There is half a glass of wine in front of the man, which is about whiskey, and a puddle of water has fainted on the coaster. There is an ashtray in front of him, and there is no cigarette.He doesn't drink or smoke.Not long after I entered the bar, I realized that this man had been staring at me. I ordered a glass of wine at the bar and drank for a while. The man's eyes were open and frank.I took a glass and sat down at his table.I asked him, "Have we met somewhere?"

What a corny opening line.As soon as I said it, the man and I both laughed.The man shook his head.Next, he said to me: "Do you know that in the coastal areas of Fujian and Guangdong, there used to be a profession called Qiaopi, which is not considered a profession. A long time ago, banks and postal services were not as developed as they are now. , remittances, and sending letters are not as convenient as they are now. Many people along the coast are making a living abroad. In order to communicate with their families and send money home, they will find a fellow villager and hand over the money and letters to that person. People are called Qiaopi."

I asked him, "How long ago did photos become popular?"

The man shook his head: "Not yet." He said: "Before handing over the money and letter, the approval committee will check it first, and just ask, do you know a certain person, is he in a certain place in a certain country, you and such-and-such What is the relationship, if it matches, the things will be handed over."

"So simple?"

"It's actually very complicated. It's completely based on a kind of trust. Trust is very complicated." The man asked me, "You came to Galle for tourism?"

I said, "I want to go to the Caribbean, but I don't have any money, so I came to Galle."

The man laughed.Except for the bartender sitting at the bar and playing with his mobile phone with his head down, there were only two of us in the bar. The bar is located in an inconspicuous alley at the southern end of the square outside the Galle Dutch Castle.Galle is a small city on the southwest coast of Sri Lanka.Sri Lanka is an island country in South Asia, close to India.It took me twelve hours to get here from Taipei.

I said: "S can give me his care, his meticulous care, his thoughtfulness, he is very considerate, I ask him for his bank password, and he will give it to me."

I thought a little too far, and I said: "Maybe if I ask him for his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, he will give me his life."

The man nodded.He listened, and even though I paused, paused, fell silent, he didn't interrupt, as if he knew that my pause was for me, not for him.I took a deep breath.I look at the man.At his age, living in his state, it seems that he will no longer be excited about any story, be filled with righteous indignation, aggressive, and sarcastic about any ups and downs.He is also a storyteller, he has become a storyteller.

I think I can tell him the story of me and s.

I continued: "But he won't kiss me, he won't hug me, he won't sleep with me. He said he can't give me that. Maybe I'm too practical, need something that can be touched, touched, and I don't I believe too much in spiritual things."

Without any change in the expression on the man's face, he said, "Are you talking about Plato?"

"Some people think it's more advanced, more real," he said.

I said: "But the feeling of love...it is a feeling, the feeling itself is very unreal, very illusory, and it is easy to be influenced by an atmosphere. I don't know, I can't explain it."

The man said: "You know the suspension bridge effect, right? Two people on a dangerous suspension bridge can easily fall in love, because at the moment of danger, they feel that they only have each other."

I nodded and said, "That's what I want to say, but you can't say that the love between them is fake, it's fake, it's not real, but it must be real."

The man asked me: "So, what kind of atmosphere do you think you are swayed by?"

I said: "All... I was influenced by him, I was influenced by all the temperament of S, all the atmosphere around him."

The man and I were sitting by the window, it was already dark, the window was a floor-to-ceiling window, and the name of the bar was printed on the window: OblivionBar.What does that mean?I have no idea.Shuxue might know.His English is very good. If Xiaobao saw it, he might use his mobile phone to look it up in the dictionary. He has been studying hard, learning all kinds of things he doesn't know.I looked at the line, which had begun to fade around the edges and looked old.

A car drove over, two beams of light swept over, and the man's face was covered with spots of light. For a moment, I thought that the man and I were on some kind of dance floor. There was a disco ball hanging above the head, and the colorful lights turned to the man's face. On the night, he was suddenly radiant, not old for a while, and shining like a big star for a while.The car drove by, and the man's face was darkened. I looked outside carefully, and it was drizzling outside, and the raindrops fell on the glass.The man is still just the middle-aged man who can listen to stories.

I said, "Let's start from the beginning."

Let me talk about s from the very beginning, from the very beginning.

2.

"S is the third eldest in the family. He has two elder brothers, and Xiaomian has a younger brother. His elder brother is much older than him. He must be in his teens. He was kidnapped when he was a child. After he was rescued, his father sent his elder brother abroad. , now his elder brother is a priest in some church in Minnesota, USA. S’s second brother is five years behind him. If we talk about the generation gap, there is probably a half generation gap. The second brother likes to read and is good at reading. , S often wears a black suit. His second brother wears a white coat even when he goes home for dinner. His scientific research center is next to their house. It takes only 2 minutes to walk there. The second brother will go back after eating. He is not married yet. , no girlfriend, no boyfriend, come home very late at night, go out early in the morning, he doesn't seem to need to sleep much, home to him, maybe just a dormitory, a cafeteria, where he eats, the rice is like Put rice in a petri dish and watch people