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Chapter 16 Dionysus Weeps (3)

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    On Sunday morning, we went to the Whampoa Military Academy, which is on Cheung Chau Island.

    When we transitioned to Cheung Chau Island, I thought of Roger and Xie Yali.  I don't know where Roger is singing?  Is he the same every day, doing only three things: surfing the Internet, singing, playing guitar, or, is he sweating in the talent market?

    It was a lonely place with few visitors and plenty of sunshine.  The photos of those great soldiers left behind, we can vaguely recognize them, but they still feel really strange, unlike the ones in movies and TV.  What is history, Roger once said, what is history, I forgot.  Probably what he meant was that history cannot go back.

    Of course, it goes without saying that I can't go back.

    I remember the early morning after the concert, before I broke up with Roger, I took out my notebook, hoping he would write me a phone call or something.  He hugged me with both arms and said, "When you come, you come, and when you go, you go. Why keep those?"

    He said again: "Indian, remember, you are not looking for me, you are looking for music. We will meet again in the future, and we have to look for music. So, when you come, you come, and when you go, you go  .¡±

    Roger's words blew past my ears like a gust of wind.  That night, we got into the subway passage together, and I fell asleep at the corner. He carried the guitar on his back, embraced Shelia, and slowly walked deeper into the passage, as far away as music.  The first subway in the early morning took them away.

    Right now, on Xiaoguwei Island and Changzhou Island under the sun, the smell of plants and soil, as well as the fishy smell of the lake, is so strong, so strong, it seems that it can feed all the flowers on the island,  Let them grow like crazy.

    The sound of the wind, like running water, flowed behind us on all the open roads.  Roger remember me?  I hope that the music will always bring him and Shelia to all the happy places they yearn for.

    I was tempted to take my friends to see Roger, but Jacques put it bluntly that he didn't like college students.  Roger was not going to be attractive to Jacques, so I had to give up.

    When you come, you come, and when you go, you go.

    Now, the wind is back again, swirling in my mind, like the melody of music reverberating in my mind since early in the morning.

    71

    In the evening, I insisted not to go to the hotel, Jacques accommodated me, and we all went back to Black Edinburgh to live a mouse life again.  Jacques joked that his career ideals had a new expansion, and he wanted to be a "lurking" agent.

    We climbed up those exposed stairs, one by one carefully, because only when the wind blows, the street lamps in the distance will emerge from the leaves and illuminate the stairs.

    Jacques suddenly stopped climbing, and asked Ah Xing and him to retreat, and asked Ah Huang and me to wait for them upstairs.

    We lay prone on the concrete floor on the fourth floor and looked down just in time to see them get into a taxi.

    Ah Huang sat in the dark, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.  I noticed.  I said, "Ah Huang, I'll play the harmonica for you, wait for them, okay?"

    "Okay, okay." He clapped his hands like a child.

    I believe that some children do not grow up, and Ah Huang is one of them.

    After I finished playing a piece, I wondered if he was listening.

    I sensed that he was gone.

    I stopped and looked for his little face that was always bright.  It turned out that he changed his position, sitting in front of me to the side, with his back against the wall.  I called him in a low voice, but he didn't answer. He stared at me with black eyes.  For a moment, I thought Beichuan was back!

    If he fell asleep with his eyes open, he must have been hypnotized by music.

    I simply played one after another until I became dizzy.  Jacques and Ah Xing's shouts came from downstairs, and I jumped over Ah Huang's body and rushed downstairs.

    Jacques and Ah Xing moved things out of the trunk of the taxi one by one.

    "Oh my god, I thought you were in danger." I took a long breath.

    Jacques said, "Here you go, buddy. Tent, flashlight, sleeping bag, military canteen, trail boots, survival kit"

    "God, where did you get these things?"

    A Xing said: "Jacques downloaded the Wilderness Survival Book from the Internet, and then we went to the store for wild life supplies!"

    I stomped my feet: "Jacques, you are so imaginative!"

    I don't know why a foul language came out, but fortunately they didn't pay attention.

    Everything was moved to the fourth floor, we changed to a more secluded corner, opened the tent, everyone sat in the tent, and lit the candles.  Candlelight illuminates every face, like a birthday partyThought it was a movie theater?  It's not that easy!  "

    Next, we fell silent.  When the beer is in the mouth, it is cold, and it is a bit tongue-piercing, but it becomes warm when swallowed, which is not pleasant at all.  Then, my stomach swelled and my head became dizzy.  We competed in throwing stones, grabbing the small stones around us and throwing them at the opposite black wall.  After that, I couldn't throw it anymore, I raised my hand, and then fell down limply, with a giggle in my mouth.

    We are all drunk.

    This time, I couldn't find that buoyant feeling, I just felt confused and hot.  The concrete walls and floors had absorbed too much heat during the day, and now it was releasing it, baking people, and our clothes were all sweaty.

    Jacques started to tell a story from a movie, stood up, imitated the American soldiers in the movie, wobbled, and stammered: "I'm not drunk, I just drank a little more"

    They laughed even harder and clucked, especially Ah Xing, like a hen that just laid an egg.  They took turns to imitate the American soldier again, and it's my turn, I said, let me sing for you!

    I sang "let it be" and "Aurora".  My voice is full of power, like standing on a stage.  They sang along, "Aurora" was too fast for anyone to keep up, and my voice stayed firmly in the lead, and they carried on the burlesque.

    We yelled for at least two hours.

    Until the end, my throat was burning, my whole body was uncomfortable, and I felt that I had a terrible headache.  They didn't care and forced me to stand up.

    I stopped, squatted down again, and buried my head in tears.

    I feel that the sound of my crying is terrible, but I can't help it anyway.  It's very quiet all around, are they all gone?

    I looked up and saw six eyes staring at me.

    After a while, Ah Huang said: "Altman, are you going to cry?"

    Ah Xing said: "Yes, why are you crying?"

    Yakla and I sat down: "Altman, say, why?"

    I told them that I shouldn't be alive, I should die, and die for Zhao Benben.

    Jacques sighed: "My nanny often said, people, you are not afraid of others making trouble for you, but you are afraid of making trouble for yourself. It seems that what the old aunt said makes sense."

    "Yeah, Altman, you just have trouble with yourself."

    "Yes, you just have trouble with yourself."

    Jacques said again: "Think about it, Altman, you have come out, just pretend it's nothing."

    "Yeah, just pretend it's nothing."

    "That's right, never mind him."

    After a while of silence, I told them that I had decided to go back, I must go back, I can do whatever I want, if I want to be shot, I deserve it

    This time, it was Ah Xing and Ah Huang who burst into tears.

    Jacques didn't say a word, and with the help of the light from the street, I saw that his eyes were shining and full of water.

    Jacques bit his lower lip, moved over, and hugged me, as if the most unbearable ending had already happened, nothing could be undone.

    Jacques hugged me tightly, choked with sobs and said, "Altman, I want to call my father, and I will hire you the best lawyer"

    (Xi Li's other works: "The Pain of Ruins" http://www.17k.com/book/56782.html;

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