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"Dry."

When I heard a man swearing, I thought I heard it wrong. He doesn’t look like someone who can swear, but like Afeng, the legendary figure in the Four Seasons Plaza should not only swear, but also beat people. He can negotiate with the underworld. Like a bolt of lightning, a mass of fire.

I looked at the man, and the man also looked at me, and cursed a few more words of the Three Character Classic, with a soft expression on his face.

I said: "I asked Ah Zhong, and I said, have you three young masters brought others home? Ah Zhong said, no.

"Then you still feel like a zebra?"

"Like, didn't I tell you that the zoo in Rongshi only has one zebra," I scratched the tip of my nose, smoked a cigarette, and puffed, "Fuck, there are two elephants."

"Two ends..."

"Two horses?"

"That's a horse, a donkey, a mule." The man asked me, "Is there anyone else who can dance that Seven Star Sword?"

I said, "Why do you dance? To exorcise evil spirits?

The man laughed softly and said, "That's right."

I laughed along, and I thought of a funny scene, a man in a suit dancing the Seven Star Sword.He looks so modern.I thought of a funnier scenario. S's father, wearing bell-bottom pants, a flowered shirt, and pointed leather shoes, dances with a sword.It's so weird, it's just a nonsensical movie.

The man asked me: "What do you think is so funny."

I said: "I thought of you picking tea in the tea garden, wearing a headscarf, have you ever been to the tea garden to pick tea?"

The man glanced at me, and I laughed even harder. The man said, "In your imagination, am I the way I am now or the way I look in the photos you have seen."

I thought about it. In the photos of Ah Feng I’ve seen, he had his head permed, and his hair covered his forehead like a black cloud. He was wearing a blue shirt tucked into his trousers, and the collar of the shirt was very pointed. The buttons are undone two. S said, this is a salon photo, and it was done on the cover of A Feng's record.

I imagine that Afeng standing in the tea garden, what does he look like?Unlike slices of life, like Qiong Yao TV series.I took a puff of smoke and looked at the man. I imagined this kind of Afeng standing in the tea garden, not like a fragment of life, but like the end of a movie, an old character melting with the fog in the blue sky Into the morning light.

My eyelids twitched, and I said, "It's not just elephants, I feel that people are also aware of death."

The man said: "You know, that bar was not called by its current name before."

"What does the name mean now? Is it English?

"Forget."

"Actively forgetting or being forgotten?" I asked.

The man looked at me and spoke softly: "Forgotten..." He recalled tenderly, "It used to be called hustle, it can be a verb, it can be a noun, and it has many meanings."

I raised my hand: "Stop taking English class."

The man nodded: "No class."

I said: "S' elder brother sends home a very long letter every month. It is handwritten and always has three pieces of paper. The first one is to praise Jesus, the second one is to pity the family and feel sorry for them, and the third one is to praise Jesus. Zhang talked about the stories of their church members, such as the alcoholic alcoholic who converted to religion and lived a happy life, had a wife and children, and went to church every week to do volunteer work, and the drug addict who had faith and turned away from evil, and his soul was restored Eternal peace, anyway, there is such a letter every month, such three pieces of paper, the story is the same every time, I suspect that he has a writing template, just change the name and crime. S told me, several times Years ago, the family received a letter from my father’s American friend. At that time, my eldest brother went to the United States, and this friend’s family helped to take care of him. My eldest brother was expelled from the church because of his alcoholism and violent tendencies.

"One night he came into the church with a bottle of kerosene and an axe, and he smashed the organ up, poured kerosene on it, and set it on fire. I said, did you ever see him?'s said, The best thing to do is not to see him."

The man said, "Let him dream."

I said: "After I heard this story, I read the letters written by those older brothers. I found that all his sinners who had reformed had one thing in common. It didn't mean that they were all saved by the Lord in the end, but that they all had hallucinations. Auditory hallucinations. They can all hear... According to my brother's letter, the devil is speaking. One of the drunks said that the church organ is the throat of the devil. My brother wrote, and I told him, boy, the organ is the organ, it It can be the throat of a devil, or the tongue of a god.

"S will write back to the eldest brother, handwriting, talking about trivial things, a bowl was broken at home, insects were infested in the yard, most of the strawberries planted by Kasang were eaten away, and the rose did not bloom. I said, write What are you doing with these things, write something happy, I said, you still can’t think of happy things. S said, writing about these things makes him feel that the world still needs God to save him, and he still has a task on his shoulders, and there is a long way to go .”

I smoke and stop talking.

I don't think I'll ever meet someone better than s.He was fed violence and grew up. Violence became a way for him to deal with things. He didn't see the world with violent eyes. He kept all violence to himself.

The man said, "He didn't grow up to be a scientist, but he became a kind man."

I said, "He's very divisive."

"Is he not evil?"

I sighed: "I want to see him."

I said, "You know what, I think deep down, he's always been a kid, and so have I, maybe everyone is, it's not because we want to be pampered, we didn't get pampered when we were kids, it's the word huh? You know what I mean, don't you?"

I looked at the man, the man nodded, and I continued: "I want to take him away. I want to take him away, I have to at least try, if I go, he won't keep me, then I will try this method, I am not going to give him What kind of belief, I just think... If we met when we were very young, I would play with him, go up the mountain and go to the sea, do anything, or do nothing, just lie on the grass and take a nap..."

I imagine me and the small, big-eyed, not-so-like s of this s.He and I climbed on a high mound, we chased butterflies, dragonflies, we lay under a big tree in a tea plantation, we walked on the beach to find a lighthouse, or dived into the sea to find a lost treasure, lost merchant ship.We go find Cupid's china, bring it out of the muck, wipe it clean, and study Apollo while eating grapes.The morning mist rises and the sun sets.We fell asleep, tired, and we went home together.

I stopped on the side of the road, took out the cigarette case, and lit a cigarette.The man motioned to me: "Go here."

We walked down the steps between the two bungalows and walked to the beach, getting closer to the sea. The sea breeze blew the sound of music.I searched and I saw the lighthouse.I also saw several strings of neon lights and two big red tents under the lighthouse.The lighthouse is out.

"Is this lighthouse out of use?" I asked.

The man said: "It used to be an important port, but it is no longer here. The Dutch left, the British, and the Spaniards came and left, leaving behind their buildings and their beliefs, which became the favorite of the local people." Home, the faith of the local people. The lighthouse is long gone.”

"The Temple of Love is nearby," he said.

I asked the man: "Why did the bar change its name and owner?"

I remembered: "The wine list introduced in Chinese that the boss has his own tea garden, and the tea wine brewed by himself will be added to the cocktails. Is he the boss?"

I asked, "Is he... okay?" I looked at the man, and a strange feeling hit me, and I subconsciously asked, "Are you okay?"

The man nodded and said, "It's okay."

He said: "I didn't change the boss. I bought it a long time ago and opened a bar. I play jazz. Jazz is very lively, improvised, casual, can start at any time, end at any time, and play another song at any time."

He asked me, "Can you light a cigarette for me?"

I stopped, lit a cigarette, and handed it to him. He didn't move, and I put the cigarette between his lips.He took a puff, bit the cigarette and said, "Go to the tent and see if there is a place to charge it."

Under the tent is a seller of barbecued seafood. It seems to belong to a boss. There are white plastic round tables in one tent, all of which are of the same size, suitable for many people to have dinner. The matching chairs are bright red and have been used for a long time. The legs of some chairs It turned pink.There are two tables of people sitting here, one table of locals, about a dozen people, sitting very tightly, the men rolled up their trouser legs and bare feet, and the women wore very red lipstick. They were not very old, talking and laughing. The table was full of beer bottles and peanuts, and there was a yellow dog lying under the table. They talked for a while, ate for a while, and occasionally threw some fish and shrimp shells under the table.The yellow dog took a look, pulled his paw to his mouth, and licked it.Someone at their table has been playing songs on their mobile phones.I still don't understand, I just think the rhythm is very cheerful, suitable for square dancing.The other table was filled with tourists from China, who spoke Mandarin with a strong northern accent. They were all older. The men wore shorts and polo shirts, while the women wore flowery skirts. The sunglasses were either hung on the chest or on the head. On the big night, there are still pink straw hats.Under a tent next to it, many white foam boxes were neatly lined up in two rows, and each box had a label written in both Chinese and English.The prices of raw lobster, nine-section shrimp, geoduck, starfish, and jellyfish are all "market prices".

The seafood is grilled to order, and the oven is right next to the "raw lobster". When we walked to the front of the tent, a young boy with dark skin like a skinny monkey was throwing a handful of prawns on the oven.A hand reached out behind him and offered him a lobster, split in half.He also threw it on the oven.Lobster Teal Tentacle Jumping