Cupid winks

Soon I realized that without crutches, I could only follow her, completely follow her, let alone refuse her.I was dragged into her schedule by her.During that time, I was repeatedly influenced by Greek civilization and classicism, and constantly tempered by Impressionism and Fauvism. She also took me to eat blueberry pie and a pink steak that was cut with a knife. At night, I dreamed that I was not Marty when I closed my eyes. The blue of Schiller is the overwhelming red of Schiller. Dreaming and dreaming, blueberry pie and half-rare steak intervene, entangled with naked women and men with prominent facial features, whose faces seem to have mountains.Xiuxiu's family may be engaged in literature and art. When she is silent, she is not only melancholy, but also fragile.

During that time, I never dreamed of the cut football, the swollen Yin Liangyu and the rough, tanned hands.

On May 5th, Xiuxiu and I went to see Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Mirror Room exhibition. The exhibition was on the first floor of a large shopping mall in the new district. I don’t know what it’s called, and Xiuxiu couldn’t tell. The taxi driver said it was the newest and largest shopping mall.The driver did the right thing.There were a lot of people going to the exhibition. I was in a wheelchair, and Xiuxiu pushed me. We crossed the queue and entered the exhibition hall through a special passage.I looked back at Xiuxiu, and Xiuxiu made a face at me.

The exhibition hall is not big. I suspect that our dormitory is bigger than it. There are mirrors everywhere, and there are metal balls on the ground and in the sky.Xiuxiu and I are everywhere, in one mirror, in many mirrors.Some of us in the mirror are next to each other, and some are far apart.In the mirror, there is me next to myself, and Xiuxiu next to me.

We walked in the exhibition hall for a while, Xiuxiu looked down at me, and I looked at her in the mirror.Putting her hand on my shoulder, she said, "There are so many preferential treatment for the physically disabled, what about the mentally disabled? It's not worth it."

I said, "It hurts to break your leg."

"Insomnia is very difficult, and nightmares are also very scary."

"Then you put it this way, we should give way to everyone outside." I said.

Xiuxiu nodded with a smile: "Yes, people are more or less flawed in their hearts."

She bent down, almost lying on the back of the wheelchair, she looked up in the mirror, I turned my head to look at her, but I couldn't see her clearly.She whispered in my ear: "Have you ever had this feeling when you look in the mirror... just looking at it, you seem to be not yourself, as if you in the mirror have become you, you have changed On the one hand, he ran to this side, you ran to that side, this person who is exactly like you continues your life, and you, you hide in the mirror, you are safe."

I pointed forward: "I should give you a seat, you can go ahead of me."

Xiuxiu patted me, and we walked forward, she suddenly cheered loudly: "Wow! Look, I'm split in two!"

I can see that we are standing at the junction of three mirrors, one Xiuxiu has become two, each is incomplete, one is missing the right hand, the other is missing the left hand.Xiuxiu made strange faces in front of the mirror, twitched her body, wrinkled her nose, and vibrated her fists. In such twisting and swinging, slowly, gradually, she changed back to a complete image, lacking nothing. up.Facing this complete self, she put down her hands, lost any expression, did not make any movements, and stood like a stone sculpture, her eyes glazed over.

She said quietly: "Did you know that everyone is born as a perfect embryo, but in the process of growing up, in this long baking process, it is gradually broken, mutilated, and gradually becomes imperfect?" Perfect."

I said, "You're fine."

She said: "I know." She shrugged her shoulders and gave a smile: "One's whole life is to fill in one's own deficiencies. It is a good thing to be able to make up for one's own vacancies. It is not a big deal if it can't be made up. It's not a big deal if it can't be made up." She sniffed, and we were about to walk out of the exhibition hall. I looked back, those metal balls, they were infinite points, dotted among the broken figures.

Xiuxiu finally said: "Most people live their lives incompletely."

After coming out of the exhibition hall, Xiuxiu went to the bathroom, and I passed the time in a small shop selling souvenirs.Xiuxiu refilled her lipstick and blush, and pushed me around among the souvenirs. She bought a refrigerator magnet, a notebook, and two postcards. The cashier was a young boy, and it was our turn to pay. He looked at Xiuxiu several times when he was making money, and Xiuxiu also looked at him. The boy blushed, and when he put the souvenir in the bag and handed it to Xiuxiu, his hand touched hers.Xiuxiu bounced away like an electric shock, took the bag, pushed me and left.

Let's go to the bookstore upstairs. The bookstore is huge and brightly lit. When you enter the door, there is an imported food area, which also sells books. There is a copy of "Forever Provence" next to the French-made lavender-flavored biscuits, and Italian-made olive oil. Next to it is a set of "Naples Quartet", with a large label on the transparent plastic cover: Adapted into a high-scoring TV series!Next to the Japanese citron vinegar is a cartoon of "The Lonely Gourmet".Behind it is the counter of bestsellers. Walking there, Xiuxiu slowed down. She touched the covers of those books, looked at those covers, and read whatever she saw.

"Nobel Prize Winner, The Long Day Is Ending, The Shadow of the Mountain, Hemingway, New Edition, War and Peace, Rashomon, The Outsider, Annotated Edition of Six Chapters of a Floating Life, A Brief History of Humanity, A Brief History of Time, Evolution, Rules, and Traps , positive discipline..."

Her tone was restrained and monotonous, as if she was reciting a spell, as if inventing a new word. This word would be very, very long, it would grow and continue, and it would never finish writing or reading.

A couple looked at her with strange eyes, looked at each other, and smiled contemptuously.I followed Xiuxiu and read after her.

"Chinese-English-French trilingual edition, The Little Prince, The Breath of Lyric Poetry, The Devil Inside Me, Letters to a Young Poet..."

Xiuxiu looked at me, blinked, and we continued to read.The people around us all looked at us with inexplicable eyes. I pushed them away with my plaster leg. Xiuxiu laughed so hard that she couldn't read any more. She took an autobiography, "Black Box", and the book introduced that , a story about a sexually assaulted woman seeking justice.

We also went shopping together for a while, and the clerks in each store introduced their products from Japanese independent designers, Taiwanese independent designers, American independent designers, and Nordic independent designers. independent.Xiuxiu changed clothes one by one, and I secretly flipped through the price tags. She had already paid for the string of zeros before she had finished counting them, and hung the big and small bags on my wheelchair.

I asked her, "Is your husband busy with work?"

She said: "He's been a little busy recently." She rubbed her eyes, pretended to cry, and pretended to be wronged: "I've always been alone, so pitiful."

I said, "Where's your friend?"

She was still pretending, pursed her mouth and said: "Friends are used to compare misery, happiness, what is better than yourself, and what she has nothing. A friend is to exchange your secret for her pride, to exchange her for being a favored person in the crowd." focus of attention."

I smiled wryly, she patted me and said, "We are more senior than friends!"

I couldn't figure out what a relationship higher than friends was. Xiuxiu started humming "The Most Familiar Stranger". I laughed and stopped thinking about it.

When we went back to the dormitory, there was no one in the dormitory. When we opened the door, it was like entering a sauna room. Xiuxiu yelled, "It's so hot", "It's so hot", she kicked off her shoes, dropped her shopping bags, and took off her clothes while walking in. , took off until only her underwear was left, she trotted back to the door, rummaged through piles of shopping bags, she dug out a nightdress. I went to the bedroom to turn on the air conditioner, Xiuxiu put on the skirt, twisted her waist, Walking towards me on catwalks, she shook her head before she was about to speak, when someone knocked on the door, my eyelids twitched. Xiuxiu asked: "Is it a courier? "

A wheelchair is useless in a small space, so I changed my crutches to open the door, and there was Ye Haowen standing outside the door.I heard Xiuxiu scream behind me, and then there was a knocking sound of the door closing from the direction of the toilet.I rubbed my temples, and Ye Haowen said, "Wait for me."

Ye Haowen sometimes comes to the dormitory to look for me.Maybe he doesn't have many friends, but our relationship is definitely lower than "friends".

Ye Haowen obviously also heard the scream and the heavy slamming of the door. He looked inside and asked me, "Who is it?"

I made a gesture with him: "Xiaobao's sister."

After hearing this, Ye Haowen stepped back, into the shadow outside the door.The low-level relationship between us is not because "sex" is low-level, but because it is not visible, because he trades money for sex, and I trade sex for life.

I yelled in the direction of the toilet: "I'll go out for a while."

Xiuxiu didn't make a sound, I closed the door, and Ye Haowen went downstairs.In his car, I sent a WeChat message to Xiuxiu.

Excuse me, did I scare you?I didn't expect someone to come to me out of the blue.

This is the first time I saw Ye Haowen after I left the hospital and came back to work after I didn't go well.

Xiuxiu replied: Your friend?

I looked at Ye Haowen and replied: Someone I know.

Xiuxiu asked: Are you coming back for dinner?

Should not.

After a while, Xiuxiu asked me: Is that Din Tai Fung?

I made a terrified emoji, then a smiling emoji.Xiuxiu didn't send any more messages.I put down the phone, and a series of questions from Ye Haowen came.

"Xiaobao has a younger sister?"

"Birth or recognition? Why have you never heard of it?"

"Manager Fan said that Xiaobao has been haunted recently."

His cell phone rang, but he didn't answer it, and continued to talk about Xiaobao: "Has Xiaobao been kicked out again?"

Xiaobao and Luoyang lived together for a star