Cupid winks

He wringed out the cigarette in the ashtray, took out the case, and lit another.

The man spoke. "Go from here," he said.

I nodded, took out my money, and planned to pay for the beer.The man said, "There should be some cash in the inner pocket of my coat, please help me get it."

I look at him, he looks at me, smiling. "My hands are uncomfortable," he said.

I asked him, "What happened to your hand?"

I regretted it after asking.I secretly pinched myself.Damn it, hate it, hate it!I just can't hide my questions, I can't hide my curiosity.I shouldn't have asked.This problem will lead to more problems, and those more problems contain bombs and landmines.I have a hunch.

Many times I have this kind of premonition, this kind of consciousness, what should not be said, what should not be asked, what will detonate, for example, before telling s that I like him, my kind of premonition attacks, I should not say it , such as before asking how s felt about me, I shouldn't have asked.I know.I know... But I still said it, I still asked it, it was nothing more than froze the atmosphere, it was nothing more than hitting and destroying myself.This is probably my only ability, after all, I only have myself.I don't have anyone who loves me to let me vent, to understand me, to forgive me, to reconcile with me.

The atmosphere was really stiff for me, the sea breeze was colder than before, I rubbed my arms and said, "It's okay if you don't want to say it." I bit my tongue, took a puff of cigarette, and said, "That's not what I meant, no Said that you must tell me something, you don't have to, do you know what I mean?"

My mouth is stupid and I can't express my words.I always do.Sometimes I just wonder and sound like a question, and sometimes I just don't understand and say it like a provocation.My eyes are too fierce, my every move is too fierce, when I look in the mirror and see myself, what I see is a dagger, everyone is afraid of it.No one knew that the dagger had been limp like liquid under the heat, and no one cared about the thousands of hammerings it had suffered.

I don't want to say anything more, because there are too many mistakes.Every word I say next may be heard by men as contrary to my original meaning.I can't stop it, so I have to keep silent.

It was the man who broke the ice and said, "My hand is burned."

"I didn't have a skin graft, I didn't have reconstruction, I want to remember these injuries," the man said.

I smoked a cigarette and asked him, "Did you get burned too?"

The man nodded and looked sideways at his right side: "This way." He pouted his chin and said, "Take the money, you may not have enough money."

I cursed: "Two bottles of beer are so expensive??"

The man looked at the sea, smiled and said, "Here, the invincible sea view!

He still looked in the direction of the sea: "Here, there are still love tragedies to appreciate."

"Fuck." I curse again, laughing, and fish a wallet from the inside pocket of the man's suit jacket.I gave the money and put the wallet back.The man said: "Actually, I don't need to spend money when I go out. I go to the store every day when I go out. After a ride, the driver will come and pick me up. I didn't expect to meet you."

"You have a driver, don't you also have a housekeeper?" I asked.

The man nodded.I smoked a cigarette, shook my head, put down the power bank, waved to the girl serving us, and walked out with the man.I said: "Then I said that the S family still has a housekeeper and servants, why are you laughing?"

The man said: "I laughed because I thought of seeing Xiaofang and Aunt Mei in his house before. Now Aunt Mei has stopped doing it, right? Aunt Mei is from Shanghai, and she can make big wontons with shepherd's purse and meat."

I said, "Now my family is a Filipino maid, and I have been in their house for quite a long time."

The man walked outside the tent and stepped into a place where there was no light. His face darkened and his eyes dimmed.He said, "Is it Mary?"

"Yes." I said.I walked on the intersection line that divides light and dark.

The man said: "That's the one that Fumiko hired before. It's what she was looking for. Ah Hua said that if she wanted to look for someone who could at least speak English. Fumiko said no. She studies Japanese."

The man said: "When people cannot communicate with each other in words, the distance may be kept farther, and the relationship she wants them to have can be satisfied to the greatest extent."

As soon as I looked up, we were getting closer to the lighthouse.I said, "It turned out to be in this direction."

The man responded.He went on to say: "Fumiko, when I say this name, I feel like I'm in love...

He laughed.I asked him, "Your family used to run a pawn shop in Xinyi District?"

I said, "You're not Ah Fung, are you?"

I asked questions that shouldn't be asked. If a man wanted to confess his identity to me, he could have confessed. But in the bar, when I asked him if he was Afeng, he didn't deny it, he acquiesced.Why didn't he deny it, why did he acquiesce?

At the bar, he also said...

I understand!

It was a sudden realization!

The man said, he said, that a person can only be fully understood by becoming a person.

What does he want to understand about A Feng?he becomes he...

We're getting closer to the lighthouse.

I asked him, "How did you get burned so badly?"

The man pointed forward: "Look, the lighthouse."

I said, "I see."

The man still raised his arms and pointed in the direction of the lighthouse. He asked me, "See that little house over there?"

I saw.A small house next to the lighthouse.

The man said, "That's it, Temple of Love."

I couldn't help but sigh: "So mini?"

The man smiled at me: "How much space does Eros need for her? It's not Guanyin, who can save all living beings."

I said, "This is not a myth system, is it?"

The man said: "Isn't love the common language of the world?"

"Huh? Isn't it US dollars?"

The man laughed, and I laughed too.The sea breeze blows my clothes and my hair, making my whole body loose.

We walked to the tiny little house, and I pushed the door, but it couldn't be opened.I stood in front of the door and took a good look, and said, "It's really too small."

The man said: "Small is good, too big, if you can fit too many things, it's not good."

I said, "Can only one person live in a person's heart?"

"A person's life is so long, and will be so long, of course, he may love more than one person."

I asked, "Is there no eternal love, everlasting love?"

The man said: "This kind of eternity and eternity may only happen for a moment, reaching a peak, and then there are ups and downs."

I said: "One day, will I not love s? Will I not...don't love him so much?"

I said, "Why doesn't that day come sooner?"

I walked away to one side of the house, and walked around to a window. The window was small, and it was dark outside, and it was also dark inside. I picked up the lighter, stood on tiptoe, and leaned in front of the window to take a picture. I looked in, what? Can't see it either.The man walked behind me and said softly: "If you still love me now, then love it."

I was walking along the outer wall of the house, and the man was still talking: "A person who feels that love is coming, loves it. A person may be very poor, too poor to eat, and so poor that he can't cover his clothes. Because of this Such reasons cannot change this status quo, but love is...in your body, if you want to love, you can love, and it is the only kind of power that you will have without cultivating the day after tomorrow."

I said, "Have you noticed that many stories in the world are, in the final analysis, love stories?"

The man said: "Emotional story."

The man asked me: "Do you still have cigarettes?"

I took out the cigarette case, and there was only the last one left. I lit the cigarette and took a puff.I said: "I have dreamed about s, dreamed about him many times, once, I woke up, he was sleeping next to me, when we were in Taipei, we slept in the same bed, I woke up, and he woke up too Yes, I said, I dreamed of you just now. He said, is it a dream or a nightmare? I said, you really know how to ask. I said, what I want, you can’t give me here, not even you in the dream Give me, where should I find it? He said, how come? I told him that in the dream, I was his slave. In the dream, it didn’t hurt. I knew I was dreaming. Have you ever felt this way? Knowing that I was dreaming, I did whatever I wanted, and I became his slave, but he refused to enslave me, so he hugged me and asked me if it hurt.

"Too contradictory." I said.I feel the weeds growing in the cracks in the wall, the grass blades are damp, and I wipe my hands on my pants.Turning around, he handed the cigarette to the man. The man leaned forward, opened his mouth to bite the cigarette, and took a puff.The man said: "The merchant ship was salvaged after he left. I heard about it. Let's take a look. I want to see what story Cupid has to tell. I heard that a European adapted this story. It became a ballet."

"Wow."

"Have you ever seen a ballet?"

"No, not interested. Have you seen it?"

"We went to Cuba. We really had nothing else to do. We bought tickets from their National Ballet Theater to see the ballet, which was nothing more than "Swan Lake". He saw the yawns, and I said, let's go. Let's go Yes. Let's go to the beach. A group of young people came to us and asked us if we could sell them a Coke."

"Drinking Coke?"

"correct."

I take turns with the man, you take a sip and I smoke the same cigarette.We had come quite a way around the Temple of Love, and beside us was a forest of waist-high grass and palm trees with open canopies like umbrellas.A waning moon fringes the arc of a palm leaf.When the wind blows, the clouds move, and the moon rolls down along that curved arc.

The sea hides, look