The Light of the Dogs

The soldier first saluted a standard military salute with a dignified face, and asked to take away Miss Jin's identity certificate, then took Jiuyi aside, and asked severely how could he take a foreigner wandering around their country at night?

According to the normal situation, Jiu Yi would be subject to legal sanctions. He was not afraid of the sentence, but he did not fulfill the task assigned by the chairman.Hesitating whether to reveal her identity, Miss Jin, who smelled of alcohol, walked between him and the soldiers in the cold wind, and then chatted with the soldiers in her Korean dialect with a strange local accent that the locals heard.She told a story full of the tragedy of the times——

Her grandparents were forced to separate during the war. Grandpa went to China, and grandma stayed in North Korea. They never saw each other until their death.

"My grandfather still missed my grandma when he was dying. His last words were to hope that we could find grandma and send him a Jindalai to express his miss." Jiuyi saw her pale face in the dark night, her black pair of He stared at the soldier calmly, "Many years have passed, and I know that my grandma has also passed away. Now I just want to pay homage to her by the river, before the day comes, is that okay?"

Her tone and words were not hasty and earnest, not as if she was begging for help, but she vaguely revealed an irresistible command gesture, and her contemptuous self-report made people feel the deep affection inside.

Afterwards, the soldier was silent for a long time, and awkwardly led the two of them on a bicycle, avoiding interrogation and guard posts along the way, and came to the river at the foot of the hill.

On the side of Pyongyang facing the river, lights are shining in the high-rise buildings all night, perhaps to show people on the other side of the river that North Korea is not a poor and uncivilized country, it is full of light, dragging people in pain and hardship To move forward, rely on the self-esteem of this country, and bear the scrutiny, suspicion, and wrong perception and contempt from the outside world from a glorious height.

Accompanied by two men, the hem of Miss Jin's coat was lifted by the cold wind blowing from the river, and the bright lights on the other side of the river shone into her black eyes. The blackness in the eyes is captured.

They stood in silence for a while, and then Jiu Yi saw her take out a palm-sized bottle of wine from somewhere in her coat, dumped it in the barren grass, and sang hoarsely in the wind and night: "Alirang, Alirang Lang, Arirang, my lord has crossed mountains and ridges, and the journey is far away. Why are you willing to leave me behind, you will miss home within ten miles of the door! Arirang, Alirang, Arirang, my lord The mountains and mountains are far away, the sky is full of stars in the clear sky and the dark night, our parting love words are endless! When will we come back after parting tonight, please leave your promise and I will wait, please leave your promise and I will be happy wait."

In the middle of singing, she once choked up sobbing, she took a deep breath, and continued to use a low and hoarse voice, like the sound of ice and snow on a rock being scorched by the scorching sun, so sighing and affectionate, as if every word in the song passed by him Eyes, eyes also burn.

When we parted, Miss Jin insisted on giving the rest of the wine to the kind soldier, but the soldier kept refusing, saying that this was not allowed, and that she was welcome to come back again.Miss Jin forced the wine into his hand and said thank you in a serious manner for the first time.

The soldier held the bottle of wine in both hands, stared at her deeply, but said nothing.

Later, Jiuyi once suspected that this story was just a cross-examination she compiled to prevaricate the soldiers, and he wanted to ask.At that time, he could already stand behind her [-]/[-], watching her solemnly look through the company documents with a cigarette in her mouth. Few people would see the serious Master Jiu, and neither would her younger brother, just like everyone around her He had never seen her hysterical in despair, and neither had he.Because he knew that as long as he opened his mouth to disturb her, she would resume her indecent teasing and ask back, "What do you think?"

In the next two days, Jiu Yi was tottered by the sudden love, guarding the door of her room, wondering if she slept, seeing her, wondering if she slept well last night, whether it was the night before? Smoking alone in the room at night.

In his life, he had no plans to get married and have children, and his goal was to dedicate his life to the country. Although many times he was confused by the orders he received and what he saw, he believed in his own beliefs and firmly believed in what he did. Everything is to promote the arrival of the ultimate goal.

He has completely abandoned physical desires and psychological distractions. Even if Miss Jin haunts his mind like a ghost, the only thing he wants to do to her is to remember her, like remembering the spring of his youth that will never come again, because she Will leave sooner or later; like Jindalai, which blooms everywhere on the hillside every year, arrives on time, and thinks it is a relaxed and joyful time in the heavy years.

On the fourth night, Miss King took him to the casino again and drank too much again.

"Miss Jin," Jiu Yi held the wine bottle in disapproval, stopping her from pouring the wine.

"Call me Jiuye," Jin Jiujiu gave up pouring the wine, but held his wrist, and said drunkenly, "Call me Jiuye, I don't like the name 'Miss Jin', every time someone calls me Jin Miss, I will dislike him a little more."

Jiuye?These two words are in Chinese, and Jiuyi was a little confused. Jin Jiujiu explained to him, "This is like the Goguryeo era, that is, the era when there were emperors and kings. The servants and guards called the master of the house. Do you understand that? ?”

Jiu Yi understood, "Do all your subordinates call you by that?"

"Yes," the drunk Gin Jiu nodded his head, "When I was young, there was an elder whom I admired very much. They called him Master Yun. In China, calling him Master Yun is so awesome, so I forced mine Classmates, friends, neighbors and relatives all call me Jiuye, it feels really cool!"

Jiu Yi saw that Miss Jin's head on her palm slid down, she must have been too drunk, so Jiu Yi showed a rare smile, raised the corners of her mouth a little bit, tried her best to straighten her tongue, and called out : "Jiu—Master——"

Master Jiu smiled, her long and narrow eyebrows curled up like a crescent moon, and then she stood up suddenly, pulled him to an open space among the crowd and gambling tables, stepped on the thick carpet without leaving any footsteps, and put one hand on him Looking directly at him, he began to sway and dance comfortably.

Rather than saying that Jiuyi is forced, a more appropriate adjective is involuntary. His tall body swayed stiffly with her, and the muscles of his body turned into heavy stones under her palm, walking around clumsily.

"You didn't dance?" Miss Jin asked with a smile, her eyes full of drunkenness.

"I... only... have exercised." Jiu Yi, who was stumbling under his feet, replied with a wooden face.

"Are you saying that exercise kills people?" Miss Jin asked him narrowly.

"I... yes." Jiu Yi replied with his head turned into elm.

"Hush..." Miss Jin suddenly said, "Listen to this song, have you heard it?"

It was an English song, Jiuyi shook his head, "No, I don't understand."

"I'll explain it to you."

Jiuyi's body became even more bulky, because the ghostly Miss Jin pressed against his body, not too tight, but her chest was already squeezed against his hard chest, and her mouth was close to his ear, and that one was like chewing. The slender and cold hands of the green grass between the teeth pulled out the shirt he stuffed in his trouser waist, unbuttoned his trouser waist through the thin cover, stroked the meridians and blood vessels in his private parts, then held it, and began to tease.

Translated with music in my ear: "Looking at the pyramids on the Nile River, watching...the sunrise of the tropical island, my dear, you just need to remember, this life...you belong to me. Remember, when you dream When I appeared...you belonged to me; I would be alone without you, and maybe you too, in a silver plane, across the ocean, seeing the jungle when it rains, looking forward to your return, remember, when you come again Come home... you belong to me..."

Miss Jin moved away from his ear, and stared into his stunned eyes again—Jiu Yi felt that everyone was watching them, the man smoking a cigar and wearing a gold watch at the gaming table, the woman in revealing clothes lying on the pool table, the passing waiter , The amber, dark red, and dark brown wine on the bar counter, as well as the colorful fish in the blue fish tank, are all looking at them.

He saw their eyes from the corner of Miss Jin's eyes. As they spun around, the scenes and characters changed, but the center of those eyes was only him, so he only looked at her, among men and women, Among wine bottles and schools of fish, in reality and dreams, watch her, listen to her: "You belong to me, you belong to me."

The first time on September [-]st was so beautifully gone.Until Jin Jiujiu closed the door in front of him, he still blinked slowly in a daze.

On the fifth day, the chairman met with Ms. Jin again. The chairman was still amiable, and Miss Jin was still humble and polite, but she said: "I am only here for inspection this time, but I promise that when I come back next time, I will have a good relationship with you." A perfect collaboration."

After the banquet, the chairman said to him: "You have been with her for five days, and you should have figured out her life patterns and habits. I hope she will never leave Pyongyang again."

I also hope that.Jiu Yi nodded respectfully. He had a sharp dagger on his ankle and a gun he had used for many years on his waist. If he wanted to deal with Miss Jin, let alone her two bodyguards, even if there were two dozen more, Jiu Yi would still have it. One hundred percent sure.

He chose the daytime of the seventh day, which was the deadline given by the chairman.He knocked on the door he had dreamed of knocking, and entered the room he had dreamed of entering.

Miss Jin's body taller than the average height of women stood in front of the narrow window, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a stack of unknown documents, "Are you here to kill me?"

Jiu was not surprised that she would know, in fact he thought she had expected it from the moment she got off the train, or even earlier.

"No." Jiu Yi didn't explain.

"Oh," Jin Jiujiu slightly tilted his head, "Come with me?"

Jiuyi lowered his eyes, "No."

"Alright then," Jin Jiujiu picked up the coat on the chair, and passed the document to him as he passed by, "pass it to the chairman."

Jiu Yi took it and heard her stop at the door, "Do you still remember how to call me?"

Jiu Yi turned to look at her, "Master Jiu."

"You have to remember," Jin Jiujiu put his coat on his shoulders, "From now on, your name is Jiuyi, remember?"

Jiu must definitely look at her: "I remember."

Then Jin Jiujiu left without saying a word.

Jiu Yi was severely punished. He was tortured, tortured, and almost killed. They asked him about Miss Jin, no, everything about Master Jiu, but Jiu Yi refused to say a word.

Inexplicably, he was released home.He had a hunch that he would see Lord Jiu again, but he didn't have the confidence. There were three months away, and Pyongyang was stuck in the cold winter, and spring was coming.

Her voice, face and smile appeared in front of his eyes, and he thought of the song she sang, afraid that she would not come back, afraid that she would not come back.He thought I should write her a letter, which began with two rigid Chinese characters: Jiuye:

After finishing writing, I stared at the wall in a daze, and wrote at the end: Jiuyi, then closed the pen cap, tore off the letter paper and ate it in my stomach.

Then he heard someone knocking on the door, and he came to the narrow entrance warily, listening to the movement outside, trying to hear how many people there were, how heavy they were, what kind of weapons they might be carrying, and judging the identity of the other party from the sound of footsteps, and then he In my imagination, I opened the door and saw Master Jiu dressed in black outside, "Let's go, you are mine now."

When Jiuyi heard her talk, he rubbed his stomach, thinking that the letter with only the addressee and signature hadn't been dissolved by stomach acid yet, but the other party had already received it.