Is in warm wet June. Day just under a rain, especially on the trot is the son to the opposite in the coffee shop. Calf trousers on the wet besmirch, sling left foot, happy smile.
Put the coffee shop WangReLin songs, especially with minor son hem up. At the opposite was the rains washed out a transparent glass, to see their lonely soul, pull open mouth smile.
It is away from home for two years, don't know what is the pursuit of body yearning, don't know what they're looking for. Life is a lot of people to come in, some people have to go out, and nothing is worried about, is used to leave.
Think of is in this cafe called lonesome, met Jane. Not far from across the seats for the release of the woman looked at good son. Luckily the son to her head sideways to blow whistle rascal, the woman pulled open mouth casual walked to come over. A no any dress up face like a white paper, ***y lips no colour, fluffy hair without any hide out eyes feminine charm. Like bloom in the deep valley proud black mandalas.
Jane; Could you drink a cup of coffee?
Good children. Why would I? We cooked? Press?
Jane; Slowly it is cooked.
Good children. My life?
No redundant a word, Jane likes to drink cold coffee. Luckily the son looked up to see the direct sunlight into the coffee shop, according to on her body. Like destiny, Jane and luckily the son is don't like old people, like don't like ring, Jane to good son say, her most don't like ring, luckily the son smiled. Woman, life is another bound, freedom to the final for a round him and stay.
Isn't that so?
So it is of strangers, many say the word, and squeezed out a smile, can become an acquaintance. Jane and good son moved into a 100 square meters apartment, is in the tallest building block B 24 floor.
The long journey, all the way through the southeast northwest, always has an open place. Jane like in the dark night, sitting alone in the balcony, and looked up at the sky, the clouds, like within easy reach. The tips of your fingers with a smoke, luckily the son touched her dark hair, her on her body.
"You say, we reduced in any place, any place as a home, will there be miss? Jane confide gives the feeling.
I left a collective.
Luckily the son in the hand of the hold on Jane tighter.
"After, I will have good. The first time I saw you have met feeling, I will not refuse, as you said, I cannot live without you."
Like a razor blade, in the heart of the most vulnerable place gently scrape.
Night, Jane has to sleep. Luckily the son alone in the sofa to watch horror movies, this is habit, the habit of insomnia. Late into the night at 3 o 'clock, the loneliness is not closed downstairs. And with lace coat, down the building. Of a building downstairs, seemed to get Jane sat in the balcony, with the appearance of the hand smoke. Loneliness is a 24 hour of the coffee shop opened, after 12 appears after people are in the night of travel animals.
Luckily the son went back is four o 'clock, push open the door is Jane fast asleep. Jane's knee was curled up, especially the son of the flip slowly will be straight. To find their sleep is also crouching, ever fancied, in bed have personal can pull straight legs. This is the heart of demand, but also the lack of a kind of love. Jane will sleep the trembling of indirect, especially with the son pupil look at Jane, is fuzzy, is familiar with.
Jane is a call in the afterglow of song hall played in, this is a French boss open. The boss blonde hair, as a young man. The subway tunnel, Jane is in the play, an acoustic guitar, wearing a cap. Before the days of make a living by, blond man will be on time every day time in passing by here, see the deep feeling every day playing and Jane QingChang, don't think the heart have silk want to chat up impulse.
The subway daily pedestrian many, but rarely stay. Who is not in a rush, blond man will only stand until Jane pack up leave after his time with the rhythm cleansed. Is in that case, two people know each other. Did not meet so speed, no any block up, that man named Ned. He said he is a dance hall boss, Jane listen without any words, but said his name is Jane, I'd like to go to the work. Raised several conditions, a; Not attending guest. 2;Won't you are not willing to things. Ned smiled, meaningful smiled, now this little girl....... Society or have lovely woman.
Separate at Ned afterglow of Jane turned and walked to the mall, see not long ago saw French perfume and smelled the is a little Ned the flavor of body, knit the brows, a gestured to packing down. And a pair of 12 cm of the red high-heeled shoes, thinking about can match the render of black pants, a black coat is installed, have the feeling of white-collar workers. Finally wouldn't worry about this was not the life of the meal, starting with tomorrow there will be a new life.
Luckily the son is in a gallery painting, imagine can draw imaginary world, like talking with scenery, like to paint the strange face dialogue. Long time will be to the still life to himself, gallery teacher said good son is a ran out from the picture of the elves. Luckily the son they left the pie mouth.
The best of the horizon on every Sunday, each week TianXing son in the evening glow will see Jane performance, can be in a white piece of paper draw her every deep feeling, her every movement. She was HuaShui: "the woman is a white paper."
Jane sing intimate lover, is the first time in the lonely hearing. Grew to like, hum it would sing out. Some sounds as if is the soul of some of the songs, will be in the dream to sing again and again, until the lights were out on the stage, bright lights, only a man standing in the middle. This feeling is lonely.
Luckily the son in the corner of the table will, is painting, is to enjoy, is in the experience one's heart. Like singing; Some people shangbei, is see themselves. Some people are too foolish, fantasy, become perfect. We have to face, youth how all is waste.
In Jane home every day before son good will prepare the meals until she comes back. Jane will laughed and meet say; If I was a man I will like you. I also think I was a man, just think you care for me to take care of you.
The room has a lot of pictures, and a is Jane is playing, on the guitar dull. Hair like a seaweed fall in the shoulder, a foot to the ground, one foot in front of high stools, tight clothes draw the outline of the perfect figure, is a man will day dream. Narrow her eyes are. Jane will often look at it, and said, she is me? Luckily the son will say, no. She is my soul in shadow, Jane will laugh.
Late at night, Jane will sit on the balcony on for a long time will sleep. Walking in the balcony, feel like a cat. Luckily the son will in clean the wall picture that you like. She says, she can draw a tunnel, then woke up one day, and we really are not, the dream, the tunnel will take us back to where you want to go.
Jane will smile; I'm going to have you in the future.
But will find that some things are live in the memory, a casual days will slowly can playback out, so wake up the pain is not the cause of heart and head.
By this time will trembling said nothing, then turned to take a cold bath in toilet, will look good in the sitting room son seen of terror film, until the morning with dizzy blue color.
Luckily the son recently circles are very heavy, thinking about buying had to go home at night to oneself of wuji to Jane comfort comfort. In the evening, Jane painted light makeup, like a proud flowers. Smell the fragrance will meet smile: today and what to do?
