Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

Chin, staring at me with a smile but not speaking.

I was eating bread, looking at the phone in my hand. I was very busy and wanted to ignore him, but this brother’s eyes were bright and he didn’t want to move away. I had to put down the phone and meet him. Eye.

"So," he was still smiling, "Ah Guang, are you a photographer?"

I wonder if I told him my name.

He tilted his head while maintaining a smile, "The name from the street committee. If I remember correctly, Yin Yingguang? It suits you very well."

"It's just a photojournalist," I replied, "just to make a living."

"Ah." He became more vigorous, "Can I see your work?"

"It's too late, let's do it another day." I said perfunctorily, not wanting to show him the things I took for some reason.I turned off the screen, put the phone in my pocket, and was about to go upstairs to pack up and go to work.

As I stood up, Elo also looked up at me, and said with interest: "To be honest, you really have a kind face."

I asked what it meant.

"It's nothing, I thought of it all at once. Go, don't be late for work."

I couldn't figure out the meaning of his words, and I didn't feel any malice.I turned my head around the corner of the stairs as I was going upstairs, and he sat with his back to me, eating his breakfast slowly, with an air of indifference.

Speaking of which, this guy has just arrived and has no time to buy. The breakfast for the two of us probably comes from my inventory.I shook my head and turned the doorknob.

After all, there are outsiders.In the process of tidying up supplies, I thought of locking the drawer. The dozens of photos washed out the day before yesterday were still inside. The murder photos taken in the amusement park, because the time is very close, I can clearly recall the time without looking at the photos. picture.

There was a bad smell in the night wind, not only the smell of the dead body itself, but also the stench of excrement.Lying on her back was the corpse of a young woman in her twenties, with chest-length black curly hair, a tight sleeveless vest, and denim shorts.The heavy eye shadow and dark lipstick make her look a little older, and from the slightly plump cheeks, it can be judged that she is still young, at an age where she is still inexperienced and trying to make herself look mature.The expression is terrified and painful, the arms are bent in a posture of resistance, and the legs are stretched out. The fatal wound that can be seen is obviously on the neck. Circles of red strangulation marks that look like silk threads are coiled around the throat, choking the path of breathing and making her had to die.

I locked the drawer, picked up the packed bag and went downstairs.

The news was suppressed, and the photos couldn't be used as material. In theory, I can destroy them, but I can wait, there is no rush.I rarely see unnaturally dead bodies.People rarely look good when they die, especially in this kind of situation where external forces forcibly cut off their lives. I took pictures, but I didn’t even have the mood to look at them. Compared with being sad, I just feel ugly.

When I walked out of the house, Elo had finished his breakfast and leaned against the door to see me off. Because I heard his voice, I looked back from the road to my house on the low side of the road. I really think this guy is a bit of a monster.

46. Pierrot 05

He loves physical contact.

He would sit next to me when I was sitting on the sofa, put his arm on my shoulder and ask me what I was doing; I was dusty and he didn’t choose to remind me, but patted my clothes himself; he liked to hug , Occasionally when we meet outside, our chests are tightly pressed together, so close that the temperature passes through the thin summer clothes and is directly captured by the other party's body sensation, and let go before I feel disgusted.

Elo seems to have no such thing as a safe distance.

After I accepted Wu Ji's suggestion and tried to find a roommate, relying on his identity as a tenant, he walked into my life with a wide open state and quickly occupied a corner.

Within a week, he was calmly trying to toss the dirty laundry in my laundry basket.

The colors of Elo's clothes are like a rainbow, orange, bright green, blue-purple, almost all of them are eye-catching colors. The strange thing is that even though each individual clothes are unusual, when they are mixed together, they appear weird. harmonious.Harmonious chaos.Judging from his appearance, no one can help guessing that he is an artist.

I don't know what he does for a living. He claims to be temporarily unemployed, but he doesn't seem to be very troubled by money. I don't know where his savings come from.Elo's spending money is not considered extravagant. He doesn't seem to have any special needs. Generally, he only spends on food, and his diet is in a mess.In his opinion, healthy diet and nutritional combination are all nonsense. Regardless of low-fat, low-sugar and so on, he carries piles of unhealthy food to his home, and sometimes squeezes cream directly into his mouth.

When asked about his previous career, he said at the beginning that he was an acrobat, but two days later he became a clown, and two days later he became an animal trainer.He casually lied, got exposed, shrugged his shoulders and made up the next false nonsense, college dropout, job failure, street gangster, orphan, jobless... He described to me his life in specious ways, some of which I could The lies that were clearly exposed, I don’t know the truth of the other ones, and I don’t want to verify them. Anyway, after waiting for him, he will come up with another statement that is completely opposite.

He got up at four in the morning and kept tinkering with things in the room. When I was about to wake up, he picked up the radio and started morning exercises. He listened to different channels every day, music, news, jokes, and even radio gymnastics.Some mornings I am very sleepy, and when I hear the sound coming from the microphone, I will feel painfully that I have not invited a tenant, but raised a rooster behind the house, the same bright and precise positioning Make trouble.

But I put up with him.

I tolerate him continuing to invade my territory to a limit, and he can do whatever he wants within the scope of my acceptance, not for anything else, just because I want to have some fun too.

Do I have a good temper?the answer is negative.I just don't like to show my emotions outwardly, good or bad.Lack of empathy does not mean that I cannot perceive being offended. It makes me uncomfortable to show myself in front of others. For example, when I am inevitably arrogant, I believe some of my own judgments and ignore objective factors, and it is inevitable to draw conclusions Going wrong, if you start to feel complacent beforehand, you will inevitably be embarrassed afterwards; occasionally I show a scowl and treat others coldly, and when I think about it later, I think it is out of style.In order to avoid this, it is better to simply keep your emotions deep, and only treat people with politeness, at least you will not offend them.

But one world after another, even I would find it boring, like anchoring from a small boat into the river, no matter how the water flows, I fix the boat so that it will not be blown away by the wind, but if the wind bends the river A colorful water snake swam by, and I wasn't afraid to catch it with my hands and throw it into the boat, just to see how it wriggled.Because I always wake up, and I can bear the worst result, there is no reason to be afraid.Implicitly, this mentality exposed another kind of arrogance in me. Under the analysis without reason, I subconsciously assumed that the death of other worlds could not destroy me.It is not difficult to explain why I took him into the house despite the fact that he represented fresh troubles and mysteries.

Elo's name is exotic.In terms of appearance, he has a narrow and long face, high browbones, deep and slender eyes, a straight nose with a slight hump, plump and full lips, and sharp corners of his lips. He is tall and slender, even though his hair and eyes are the same Black, after all, does not look like a native of the country.I guessed he was of mixed race, "whatever you say," he said, wearing a blue tropical shirt with coconut trees printed on it, and took a big sip of orange juice - which was squeezed by me. The finished product made by the juice machine.There was still some juice left in the machine, and he poured it into my cup. There were crushed fruit pulp hanging on the inner wall of the juicer. He shook it roughly a few times to get them into the cup, and held it up to feed it to me. I couldn’t dodge it in time. , almost spilled all over.

"Speaking of which," he handed me the cup and said lazily, "I think we can go to a movie together."

"time?"

"Friday or Saturday."

"theme?"

"Not necessarily. What type do you like?"

I'm a fan of logical reasoning and beautiful graphics, so that's all.Elo just asked casually, and he also didn't know anything about any movies that will be released in the near future, so we agreed to buy them at the cinema at that time.

He insisted on letting me see the movie on the grounds that he was trying to bribe the landlord to break the rent, a theory that probably wouldn't work with any tenant other than me, more likely because he lost the movie Ticket money and rent remain the same.I am not short of money, and it doesn't matter if I have more or less, so I plan to reduce this month's rent by one hundred after agreeing to his invitation.As far as the results are concerned, his plan still succeeded, but he didn't know if this was his real purpose, or there was another explanation for this matter.

April 7

Another rainy day.Dark clouds accumulated in the sky, and there were few pedestrians on the road.

I made a movie appointment with Ello after work, and it’s not bad to take a break from work for a whole week. Of course, the main purpose is to save running out to watch a movie alone in my free time, which would be a waste of weekend free time.Before I opened the umbrella, I sent a message to Elo. I will arrive in about 10 minutes. I put my phone back in my pocket and was about to take a walk. I pulled out a black car from the parking space of the newspaper office, and stopped in front of me with a smart turn. The pitch-black glass of the car slowly rolled down, revealing a heroic and bright face from behind. "go home?"

"No, make a date with your roommate