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Chapter Seven 1. Tori Fragrance (1)

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    Just like Ahha would be startled by someone similar to Yan Ruqing in the street crowd, Yan Ruqing herself would often be awakened by the beautiful voice of a female customer in a trance, thinking it was the Buyi girl who had been abandoned by him.  , from the warm and cold mountain city, came to the front.

    He didn't know how he would face her if she really found her.  He is actually a timid and cowardly person.  The passion and romance he once had were born in the school with a strong artistic atmosphere and in the special geographical environment of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau. Once he left that environment, he felt that he was nothing.

    This kind of feeling is really too shocking for a person who once pursued something.

    After leaving Yunnan and Guizhou and returning to Guangzhou, he stayed behind closed doors for a long time, staying in an unused small unit of his sister on Wende Road, with nothing to do.

    This is a one-bedroom, one-living room on the second floor of the arcade building in the old city facing the street. The building in the mid-1980s is very dilapidated inside and out.  The bedroom faces south to the street. When the government implements the "clothes and hats" project, the exterior wall is decorated elegantly and brand new. When passers-by look up, they will feel a bit of European style, which is in line with the cultural heritage of the city for more than two thousand years.  The people here are not as comfortable and imaginative as passersby, because it is the center of the old city, next to the nationally famous Beijing Road Commercial Pedestrian Street, there are two or three bus stops downstairs, and the sound of the city is in this special place during the day  Concentrated and violent, bang bang.  And at night, the neon lights of a restaurant on the opposite side and Yan Ruqing's window are close at hand, as if they can be touched, his lights are not on, but the neon lights on the opposite side are already brilliant, and his lights are off in the middle of the night, but the neon lights are still flickering and eye-catching.

    He bought blackout cloths to cover the windows, but it couldn¡¯t stop the restlessness at night¡ªafter the violent sound waves rolled by during the day, on the streets between the tall buildings, the rumble of garbage trucks being loaded in the evening, until the quiet night  The sound of public telephone booths, the yelling of snack bars, the racing car of the chasing boy piercing through the tall buildings and passing the street in an instant like a hurricane, leaving a long roar and echo and the street disputes of sleepless people in the early morning, and the quarrels of migrant workers from other places.  noisy¡­¡­

    In the high-decibel percussion of "Sound of the City", Yan Ruqing walked in the living room as if stepping on the sound waves, in a trance and light, and even fell into a noisy dream after exhaustion.  The dream of the forest and the roof of the city reappeared, and he felt very comfortable. Whether in the animation-like forest or the silent and empty high-rise roof, he felt relaxed and happy. He liked such a place, although every place  It's just him, but he has the feeling that he can take a leisurely walk or even fly.  He remembered that once at the revolving bar on the top floor of the Guizhou Hotel, Wang Ying said that if he could jump off the 29th floor with a big umbrella, it would be worth a try.  At that time, he thought that Wang Ying was flattering Ahha, so he kept silent indifferently, but in his heart, he really felt that it was a pleasant thing and he could try it.

    Originally, before leaving Yunnan-Guizhou City, I had negotiated with a certain leader of the calligraphy and painting industry here to let him go to a painting and calligraphy research institute in the city, but after returning to Guangzhou, I found that the research institute was a public institution without independent personnel rights, and he could be used, but  It is impossible to transfer his household registration to Guangzhou, let alone allocate a house to him.  Accustomed to living a leisurely life within the system, he felt at a loss without the support of the system. He could not live in peace and work happily. He felt that he was suddenly thrown to the edge of insecurity than when he was in the Yunnan-Guizhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles.  He slept day and night, then woke up suddenly at night, couldn't sleep all night, and went downstairs in the dark to eat a stew or a plate of fried noodles at the brightly lit intersection.  He said a lot of caring and instructive words to him, and he knew that it was his sloppy appearance that made people mistake him for a prostitute who couldn't get rid of drug addiction.  He didn't explain or clarify, he just promised, and went back to sleep after eating.

    His older sister Yan Ruyu often came to see him quietly.  In his impression, she was a workaholic, shrewd and capable at work, indifferent when not working, and never dated men.  When I was a child, my companions rumored that she was a fake girl, but even their parents were confused when they saw that the eldest was not married. They didn't know if she was a man, and she seemed to have never been able to determine her sexual orientation.

    She stood in the small room for a while, and said, "You are so decadent, did you get hit when you were in Guizhou?"

    "What blow?" He looked puzzled.

    "You, you won't have any entanglements with a Guizhou girl, will you?"

    "I¡­¡­"

    Seeing his expression of struggling to remember, she smiled softly: "It doesn't matter even if there is, just don't let her find you!"

    "Aha, she"

    Yan Ruyu immediately changed the topic, Mandarin mixed with Cantonese: "Leave her alone, this world is big, a young girl turns to?? Relax.  That's how life is, whether it's a dream or a heartbeat, just do something and don't panic.  If at this time, someone who used to be familiar with "Donglixiang" passed by "Donglixiang" and saw the owner of the shop who was rhythmically tapping the desk with a ruler in his hand and stared blankly at the outside of the shop, he would probably not be able to distinguish him from the sensitive editorial staff of "Huangguoshu".  , Emotional young painters?

    This is self-thinking again.

    Different from the self-talk of those professional meeting people in the literary and art circles, Yan Ruqing's self-thoughts are the vigilance in the depths of his consciousness, which makes his calm and peaceful heart just beginning to be numb and disturbed.

    The streets are full of people, unfamiliar faces that will never be repeated, bustling and bustling, what are they thinking about?  One thing is clear, Yan Ruqing feels that all the passers-by are more at ease than herself, they are in a hurry, and they are in the middle of action.  And although he is running his own store, he doesn't actually have any goals or actions.

    Moreover, he felt as if he had lost the ability to talk and communicate with these worldly people, with all people.

    So who can he communicate with?  After thinking about it for a long time, in his experience, the happiest people to get along with and communicate with are actually only with Aha and Rousang¡ªthey have met many times and only talked once.  in the corner.  Besides, he has no successful experience again.  In his past life, he didn't feel that he had a problem in communicating with others, but when he returned to his native language, this problem became more and more prominent.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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