Fever

"Has anyone ever said that you look like a mental patient dying in a hospital?"

I still remember that Isa gave me such a pungent evaluation when she first met me.In fact I was doing really well that day, and I didn't admit I was being disrespectful in any way.However, a woman's intuitive acuity is always astonishingly terrifying. She drank her lipstick tea and raised her eyes to tell me.

"You'll spend your life with sleeping pills because you don't need drugs."

I knew then that Isa's seemingly lawless comment was justified, so I struck up a friendly conversation with her.She raised her eyebrows, as if she knew that I would never be angry about it.She has a special temperament that is out of the East District. She has a tattoo on her arm, which is a hammer.I know her family background somewhat, the back of her hand is very fair, but the fingers are covered with fine scars and calluses.She laughed and told me that I had an old man who was drunk and crazy, and I was much better at reading people.

And now, it was Alfred who asked me the question.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're crazy? I mean, calm down, crazy." he asked after me as we got out of the car, and the taxi quickly pulled away, and I walked very fast and unceremoniously He replied, "It's an honor, you are not the first person to make such an evaluation."

"Oh—that seems like a solid fact," he said to himself, and followed me closely. "You're really complicated."

"No one is easy to judge, Al." I stood still at the door of the restaurant, took a step forward and warned in a low voice, "You better put away this arrogant attitude in front of me, at least I will let you know something called failure."

Then I opened the door of the restaurant directly, and learned a lot about his ability to ignore people.It was easy for me to notice Isha and the young girl sitting there waiting.This restaurant focuses on Asian colors, and the decoration is also very oriental. The large area of ​​red reminds me of YSL's opium reflexively.In fact I did notice the huge snuff bottle in the corner, and the faint smell of spiciness.

"I'm glad you're on time," Isa said, and then she patted the restrained girl sitting next to her. She looked quite young and immature, with blond hair cut into clean ears, and a hint of shame between her brows. Givenchy's cherry juice*, with a sweet and warm taste.But before I could speak in the future, Alfred shouted with joy, "Oh! Alisa!"

"Long time no see, Alfred," she said with a flushed face and a natural smile on her face.I glanced at them, and Isa raised her eyebrows and whispered to me, "Alyssa was a model for Alfred, and the photo won an award in the United States."

"One of the cornerstones of success?" I glanced at her. "It's unfortunate that she knew Alfred."

It is true that Isa understood what I meant, but she still chose to look away silently, then changed the topic and successfully led the atmosphere to the right track.This is a woman's right, and naturally Isa is really good at it.I think Alfred ignored me on purpose, he talked to Alisa all the time, and he was really popular with girls.This situation is weird and embarrassing.Isa tried her best to change that, but I kept eating my curry in silence—why is the fucking spoon so thin?

"Arthur will be busy with the design of the new series starting next week," Isa said, turning the spoon, obviously she was also troubled by the too slender silver handle, "Alyssa, you and I will be responsible for him and the production line The costume design on the website."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at me and signaled that I'd better give an accurate opinion, so I added, "Isa trusts your ability so much, I am naturally willing to hand over everything to you. One of your practices, use popularity and comments to tell me your ability."

Alyssa was a little too nervous, and Isa was always in charge of the production line, and I didn't bother to study her works, because the results she handed over were always satisfactory.Women know women best, and she is proud of what she brings to K·K, I jokingly suggested whether to put an E in the logo, KeK or something.She immediately refuted me, oh, Kirkland Earned the Kingdom?

"I will try my best." She didn't look like a girl who studied design, she was very young, I always felt that girls in the art department were a little smart and crazy, but she was very quiet.But her design works really make me appreciate, maybe she is a genius who will change a lot when she gets into the art world.Alfred is drinking beer, because there is no Coke sold here, Isa raised the teacup and said, "Al, will you shoot for Alisa's design?"

"As long as you give me an invitation, of course I will not refuse (IfYOUgivemeainvitation, ofcourseIwouldnotrefuse)." His words were very specific, I don't know if he was referring to Alisa or me, YOU, of course, I replied , "If you are willing, we will be very happy too."

Alyssa didn't seem to understand the complicated relationship between us, but Isa looked at us with interest.She drank the last sip of lemon tea, then picked up the cosmetic bag and signaled us to leave for a while, she told Alisa with her eyes that it is best to come together, so the young female designer followed suit.The sound of their footsteps gradually faded away, and I felt that the air pressure became a little low.

Oh there it is again, the damn vibe.Without saying a word, I stared silently at the glass in front of me, which was only one-third full of liquid.I felt I had to say something else to break the silence, and although I was good at being patient, it wouldn't be so easy if it was Alfred instead.So I said, "I'm starting to admire your girlfriend, she's so generous."

"Oh..." Alfred leaned back, "Your tone sounds more than just sarcasm."

"I'm glad you understand," I gently put down the tableware, "I'm right to praise you."

"Thanks for the compliment," he blinked. "It made me very happy too."

I checked my phone and saw at least ten unread messages.As I read the text, I said to him absent-mindedly, "I invite you, can you be responsible for the next season's fashion shoot?"

"OHSI—," he swung the glass, "are you serious?"

"I'm serious, at least I can save a little effort for this." I continued to reach out and caress the touch screen, and he lowered his voice slightly, "Oh Arthur, dear, I thought you would hate seeing me again."

"I really hate it if it's 'you'," I replied, "I love just the photography of 'you', and my brain can still grade it accurately."

He opened his mouth slightly, but the blurted words were replaced by other words.He put an arm around and said to me in a calm voice, "Do you remember Sam Taylor Wood*?"

"Oh remember, that crazy woman," I snapped back, "those rotten fruit."

"You're no different from those things," he said. "You're shiny and rotten."

This made me smile successfully, and I looked up to notice that he was looking at me with interest.I couldn't help but put down the phone feeling a little funny, "You're poisoned, Al."

"My video camera is a paring knife."

"I'm not a fruit," I answered him, "don't try to cut me open."

Alisa is like a little princess, with delicate blond hair and the same slender body, she speaks carefully and pays great attention to etiquette.She obviously has a better conversation with Isa, and this is naturally a topic among women.We walked out of the restaurant and walked slowly towards the studio, not many people along the street, and when we turned the corner, there was a nice boutique and a huge poster.I glanced at it, and it was indeed my design. The model was KM. She was wearing a Scottish red plaid skirt with thick black shoulder straps, and intentionally broken black stockings against her pale skin. KM took drugs and was once besieged by the media and almost collapsed, but I was proud of the pinhole in her arm and once invited her to walk on stage at a show, and I was unceremoniously ridiculed as 'CRAZYK '.

Like many artists, I find beauty in fantasy; I always want people to see that too.But I realize that most of the time, the chances of success are not high, Girls, WhoLikeBoys, WhoLikeBoys, WhoLikeGirls, LikeGirls, LikeBoys* - it's the same thing.

Alfred whispered to me, "You look totally hammered."

"I——amvery conscious." I turned my head to look at him, "You can't distinguish the smell of alcohol in your mouth, can you?"

Alfred laughed, which looked a little funny.Then he took a few steps forward with the camera in his hand and said, "OK, I won't go back to the studio, go back and have a good sleep, see you next time!"

He hugged Isa and Alyssa, and when he let go, he looked at me with those too-blue eyes, and then he opened his arms too, and I sighed, deciding it would be better to respond to him, His arms tightened with unusual force, and I instantly felt the illusion of suffocation, and he said in my ear again, "GEK*."

That pronunciation is a bit close to JACK, so I was stunned for a while, and I didn't realize what he said until he waved away, which made me shake my head like a dumbfounded smile.I could smell the smoke between his neck and the faint, slightly sweet and bitter beer smell in his mouth.All this is lingering with a slight elegance and ambiguity. I suddenly thought that when I was 13 years old, I came home from school alone, playing with a lighter on the road, and walking slowly with a cigarette in my mouth.

The sky is always overcast, and I have lost the ability to see sunny days.

"Oh, Arthur," Isa said softly, putting her arms around my shoulders, "don't make that look, you feel like you've been abandoned."

"I have always been abandoning others." I answered her forcefully, Alisa stood a little far away from us, her expression was still surprised, so Yisha smiled and waved her hand, "Come back with us." A studio? I remember that your home is not too far away, if you can, it’s OK to stay here.”

"The three of us can have a small party," I said, "There are drinks in the refrigerator, and Isa's milkshake is very good, do you want to try it?"

I`m not GEK.

When I was dreaming, I really saw this word, it was floating in my brain, and I could see the walls around me vaguely. Naturally, after I woke up, I could accurately judge that this was my room. It took me a while to confirm whether my sanity was clear, but my head hurt a little. I didn't drink alcohol last night, but I slept surprisingly deeply.The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and I guess Isa pulled them for me.The table designed by Alan Jones is quietly placed in the corner, and the simple metal garters at the four corners reflect the light coldly.The plaster head was staring at me, indeed, silently, at me.

I don't know why I feel like I'm shivering, the temperature isn't cold, but my bare skin is irritated and has goosebumps.I felt my heart beating violently against my chest, and the emotional fluctuations made me panic.So I lifted the thin blanket and got out of bed with bare feet. The floor was icy cold, which made my sense of burnout disappear without a trace.I crouched uncomfortably and shouted, "Isa!"

I can't get out of this room.My legs were also weak, and I was trembling all over, and this strong feeling just kept hitting my brain nerves.I had a splitting headache, and the darkened room gave me a sense of security, but I felt oppressed.Like a hostage buried alive, I turned my face up to let the dust fly on my face, and my nostrils were full of dust. I was a martyr, and my heart sank in Plato's Atlantis.

"Oh Arthur..." Isa hurriedly opened the door with her messy hair, breaking the delicate balance in the room in an instant.She was wearing a very thin chiffon nightgown with just a knitted jacket over it.She exhaled, then hugged me, "Oh my God... you're a child."

I didn't make a sound.I just leaned on her shoulder and fell silent.She circled me and murmured, "Arthur, Arthur—I have nothing for you here, Arthur*."

"...Thank you, Isha." I said softly, "I was dreaming."

"Did you dream that you were Romeo?" She sighed, and smiled helplessly. She always had a very faint sweet fragrance, which was very reassuring.Sometimes it's like a placebo, and I don't feel inexplicably agitated the first day.There were many days when I was in a state of extreme mania. At that time, it was Isa who solved everything for me. She was indeed very resourceful.

I paused for a while, then changed my tune and said, "You will be a good mother."

Isa was a little dazed because of this sentence, she looked at me, and let go of her hands as if she was at a loss, her eyes were full of panic.But immediately, she lowered her face as if feeling impolite, gathered her long hair, and put on the slightly slippery coat.

"Thank you... for your blessing, Arthur. You will design my wedding in the future, won't you?"

"Of course I will."

"Youaremybestfriend." She stood up and walked straight to the window.I'm sure I saw sadness in her eyes at that moment.And this kind of sadness reminded me of some not-so-good secrets, because that is the expression of a woman when she loses something, even if it is fleeting, it still cannot be hidden from me.But then she smiled, "Okay, I think you're all right, aren't you? Let yourself be quiet for a while."

She stretched out her hand and opened the curtains, and the floor-to-ceiling windows flew in several fragments of light. The sky outside the window was overcast and blue. I exhaled and said, "It's really a fucking sexy blue sky."

Isa chuckled softly, "Oh, it's the same as you."