Cupid winks

moved.A young girl spoke Japanese to us.

I look at the man, see his suit, the man and the girl speak English.The girl listened, led us to sit down first, and walked away by herself.After a while, she came over to me with a charging treasure.

The man said: "You can rent it."

I said: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you."

The girl handed us the menu, and the man talked to her for a long time, babbling.I interrupted: "Don't order casually, I still have some money left over for the air ticket, and there may be an additional fee for changing the air ticket."

I plug in the power bank and watch the phone charge

The man laughed.The girl brought over two bottles of beer, she opened the beer, and I made the gesture of sucking noodles: "Straw, straw." I spoke Chinese.

The man said something, the girl understood, brought a straw over, and I inserted it into the man's wine bottle.The man raised an eyebrow, and I said, "Say it again, what did you say about the straw?"

I asked, "What language do you speak in Sri Lanka?"

The man spoke a series of words, but I only heard one beginning with the word monk, so I asked, "What is monk?"

"The Sangha of the monk, the addition of the addition, the Luo of the Arhat, the Sinhala.

I nodded: "I haven't heard of it."

Man smiles, drinks beer through a straw.I lit a cigarette, looked outside, and saw two people sitting on a bench outside.I asked, "Are those two people or a sculpture? Why didn't I see it just now?"

The man said: "We have changed from strangers to people we have known a little bit, and now we have completely become adults, and we have nothing to say."

I stretched my arms, moved my fingers, and I was the loser. Whatever I said, he would go on to tell some harsh truths, and he was right."I'm a little embarrassed," I admit.

"What embarrassment?" The man put his hands on the table.Both hands are raised.It was the first time I saw his hands in such a bright environment.It should be said that he saw his gloves. He wore a pair of black leather fingers with thin creases all over the gloves.

The man asks, "Are you wondering which finger I don't have?"

I smiled, reached out to him, and greeted him politely: "Hello, it's the first time we meet, everyone calls me He He, He He of He He."

The man put his hand down, I pouted, leaned back, leaned against the back of the chair, the back of the plastic chair could not provide any support at all, the beach was so soft, the legs of the chair were wobbly, I felt like I might lie down on my back at any time .I don't know how many people have sat on this chair, and I don't know how much load it can bear.

I took a puff and asked the man, "Is it because of my profession?"

The man was surprised, and even panicked, shaking his head and said: "No, no, it's just me..." He looked around, forced a smile: "I'm not ready yet."

He still looked ashamed.He can understand me, I can't understand him.It seems that he still has a secret that has not been fully exposed.And I, all my secrets, I told him to know.I looked again at the two people sitting on the bench.I saw clearly that there were really two people, a man and a woman, not sculptures.I also saw how they were sitting.The woman's hands rested on her thighs, her arms were naturally bent, her head was slightly lowered, and she looked a little sad.The man leans against her.The man looks younger than her.The man rubbed the woman's arm and leaned closer, looking sad too, sad and lonely.Not far from them is the sea.Extending a thick black sea high and far

rustling waves

I said: "Are they going to break up? They are tourists, like tourists. I have never seen such white locals.

The man looked at it and said, "I was wrong, please forgive me."

I'm so happy, what an old urchin!It's a bit like Afon.

I said, "Let's talk about whether it's good or not."

The man looked at me and said again: "It's my fault, please forgive me, okay?"

I nodded and said, "Then tell me, what's wrong with you."

"I'm not right anywhere."

"I don't want to blame you, but you don't even know where you are wrong."

"She and I just added WeChat and chatted a few times. It is inevitable that colleagues will communicate about work matters."

I suppressed a smile and looked at the couple.They switch positions: the man wraps his arms around the woman's neck.He buried his head in the woman's neck, and I couldn't see his face anymore.The woman was still sad, whether she wanted to cry or not, her head was still hanging down.

I thought for a while and said, "Why am I angry when you communicate with your colleagues? You don't understand at all."

"I'm sorry," the man said.

"I don't blame you. But you can't do it every time."

The man said again, "I'm sorry."

The man raised his head and looked at the woman, who was indifferent and motionless.She is like a sculpture.

I said: "You are not wrong, I am wrong, I should not be with you, I should not believe your every word."

The man said, "I'm sorry."

I said: "You say sorry all the time, I don't want you to say sorry, I want you to say you love me!"

I am very satisfied with my arrangement of this sentence.I've seen a lot of love movies.In love movies, as long as "love" is spoken, all contradictions will be easily resolved.Especially Hollywood movies.This is the ultimate answer.But I told s that I like him, I love him.This became the beginning of all our problems

The man didn't answer.I turned back to look at him.The man covered his face with his hands.

Is love also the source of all his problems?

I drink and smoke.Someone shouted from the tourists at that table. I looked over and saw a middle-aged woman in a floral skirt organizing a group photo for everyone. She asked the girl in the hall to ask for a big lobster. A middle-aged man grabbed the lobster and smiled. Stand in the middle.The lobster's tentacles move slowly from side to side.

eggplant!

Girls take pictures of them.

eggplant

Her Chinese is of a good standard.

The yellow dog got out from under the table and walked out of the tent.

The man and woman outside the tent, one seemed to be gnawing on the other's neck.

I propped my forehead, scratched my hair and said, "I asked s, did your elder brother suffer too much when he was kidnapped, and did he have any sequelae?" S said, Kasang took his elder brother out shopping. I met a fruit vendor who could speak Japanese, and they chatted in Japanese. When Kasang turned around, the eldest brother disappeared. Kasang never wanted to see the eldest brother again."

I said: "She evades responsibility, evades her pain, and hides far away. It's great to be alone, to have a place to evade pain and responsibility."

The man said: "Okay, this is the place to come again."

The man said: "But one must have the courage to bear the consequences of this avoidance."

I said, "Don't think about it."

"Can I not think about it?"

I said: "No. So... I suspect this is why Kasang is always depressed. She felt guilty about the first child and gave birth to the second child, but she seems to have lost the ability to love the child." I took an ashtray from the next table, flicked ash into it, and said, "She spoils fourth child too much."

I thought of Fang Nan.my mother.I said, "If my mom dies of cancer, will I cry? I don't know. But I'm ready."

The man said: "Breast cancer is not an incurable disease now."

I nodded: "But I still have to reserve the sadness well. I don't want to overdraw too much emotion on s. I will become a person who is numb to everyone except him... Will I become like that?"

I touched my wrist, smoked, touched it again, held it down, and looked at the veins of blood vessels on the back of my hand. When did they become like a net?I shook my head and looked outside.The waves hit the sand, rolling out a white edge.

The song at the next table was playing so loudly that they kept beating and singing along, and I couldn't hear the sound of the waves.The tourists are talking loudly, look at this scallop!Such a big one!Order again!Order again!Not much money!Add half a dozen oysters!

The man embraces the woman, and the two become one sculpture.

I was trapped in languages ​​that I could not understand and understandable, and I was trapped in an atmosphere of joy and sadness.I was caught in the net too tightly, so uncomfortable, so tight that I had to spit out the last bit of my secret before I had a chance to break free.

I said: "I tried it once with s. I said, you can tie me up with a belt, and I am ready. He said, don't do this, and I got angry. I said, anyone else can do it, so do I." Yes. He said, it’s not a question of whether or not. I said, you hit me. I grabbed his hand and hit me. He really slapped me. He kicked me to the ground. I subconsciously, you know what? , really subconsciously, I jumped up and clenched my fists. Later, I knelt down, I knelt down, and I begged him. He hit me. He said, I don’t want to do this, it will hurt you. I Say, I don't care. He said, he said.

"He said... I care."

I leaned against the table, smoked, drank.I have nothing left.I've told all of s' stories, all of mine.I waited and waited, but no realization, no sense of sobriety rose from my heart.I was still confused, like seeing flowers in a fog.I still have a lot of doubts, a lot of uncertainties, I still... I just want to s.I don't have a single plan for my future other than going back to see him.

The man spoke, and he said, "The Temple of Love is nearby."

He stood up, shaking his body, I quickly helped him, and I touched his left hand.He stretched out his right hand and patted the back of my hand.

"Thank you," he said.

Either the legend is wrong, or the man is not Afeng.I'm sure he has ten fingers.

I let go of the man's hand.The man stood up, straight, with his hands down.I smoked a cigarette, bowed my head in