Disgusted

"The third item... well, I forgot." Saori blinked regretfully. "But in this way, even if the pursuit is unsuccessful, there is no need to cut off the tail for the time being, right?"

"...Speaking of pursuit, have you heard of Mercedes?"

"Mercedes-Benz?"

"No no, it has nothing to do with cars, it's a woman's name."

"Mercedes." Saori repeated in a low voice, as if she wanted to touch these words one by one, and shook her head. "no impression."

At this moment the waiter brought soup and a small basket of baguettes with cheese and butter, and took away the goblet.

"A prodigal in the last century, active in the American film and television industry and high society, notorious. It is said that there are so many actresses and celebrities with her that the White House dignitaries are envious." Qing Kong took the bread and slowly moved it with a delicate short knife Grease with butter. "Garbo, it was all the rage. When the Swedish beauty who made the whole Hollywood bow down met Mercedes, May was dressed in white and wore a German slave steel bracelet on her hand. Garbo didn't talk much. She was aloof and arrogant With an awkward temper, after a while of silence, she said: "Your bracelet is pretty." Without saying a word, Mei took off the steel bracelet on her hand and put it on for her: "I bought it for you in Berlin."

Qing Kong brought the bread to his lips, took a bite, chewed for a while and swallowed, then said: "This is the most brilliant pursuit I have ever heard."

"What happened after that?" Saori sipped the soup quietly, then raised her head and asked after a while.

"Later..." Qingkong narrowed his eyes.Later, the two fell out, and Mei sold 55 letters Garbo wrote to her in order to make money in her later years. When the two met on the sidewalk in New York, Garbo told her coldly: Please disappear...all the "later" always It is full of potholes and gaps. "Later, Mei published her autobiography, talking about her encounter with Garbo, and recalled: Garbo shook hands with me, and I felt that I had known her for a whole life, no, I had her in all my previous lives."

Saori listened and watched Qing Kong show a very touching smile.It was past two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already past lunch time. There were only a few tables of people sitting in the restaurant, music that seemed to be floating in the air, and a magnetic male voice sang the unknown secret Utopia in a whisper.

Saori smiled, put away the soup spoon after a while, took a napkin to wipe off the soup stains on the corner of her mouth, then reached out to hold Aozora's hand, and said shyly and formally: "After a while, we will go to Berlin together."

Berlin?A large red spire house and a continuous green forest in Qingkong's mind immediately appeared in the Grimm's fairy tale. No, it was Heidelberg. She had walked through the footsteps of that man step by step, and saw the scenery she had seen.She looked up at Saori.The tone of Saori's speech reminded her of the early morning when she missed the sunrise, when the two got out of the single-person tent, Saori held Qing Kong's arm and asked if they could have dinner together, with the same expression.

"Aren't you embarrassed? About falling in love with the same sex." Aozora let his hand stay in Saori's for a while, and then pulled it out.She knew that she liked girls since she was a child, and she has a free and easy personality that doesn't care about what others say. She has never been confused, but many of her previous girlfriends struggled with this, and even went to see a psychotherapist.

"It's a lie to say it's not at all." Saori frowned slightly, which was a small gesture when she was thinking about things seriously, and she lowered her eyebrows as soon as she thought about it. "It's a bit like people who have been instilled in the sky and the earth suddenly learned that the land they are stepping on is round. At first, they couldn't believe it, but the evidence showed little by little-no way, the fact is like this. Starting from here, it is easy to circle around. It will return to the original point. In the end, I have to accept it, since "I like women" is an unshakable objective reality."

It is rare to be able to accept one's own emotions so rationally and calmly.Qingkong shook his head, looking at Saori's elegant face, well-groomed long hair draped over his shoulders, crow black against the snow-white face, suddenly felt a dull pain in his heart.It would be nice if we could meet sooner.Or just turn around and miss it, saving a lot of greed, anger, ignorance, and resentment.

This meal lasted for nearly two hours, pleasantly and comfortably, and I could feel that the time flowed smoothly like a brisk Schubert piano piece.Sure enough, eating delicious food with loved ones is indeed a good way to pursue!Qingkong raised the goblet, and slowly drank the gem-like purple-red liquid in the cup, which was just three points drunk, and his cheeks were slightly hot.The last time I chatted with Saori in this way seems to have happened in the last century.Aimless, wandering freely in the forest of various topics, from movies to books to business anecdotes to the ancient history of this town, with the delicious meat and good wine, Aozora felt that he was indeed a little drunk.

"Would you like to go shopping with me in the supermarket? I'm in a hurry, and many supplies are missing." Saori drank the last bit of wine, put the empty wine glass on the table gently, and then called the waiter.

After leaving the restaurant, the two of them walked leisurely and slowly descended the escalator.Shopping malls all over the world are roughly the same. Qingkong takes a look at the glass canopy in the center of the top floor. The afternoon sun shines on it and penetrates in, making it look gentle.Looking down from a high place, the center of the courtyard-like shopping mall is in the shape of a back, with layers of shops stacked on top of each other, extending densely downwards, which suddenly reminded her of an old movie "Blade Runner". The sci-fi movies of the 80s did not have computer synthesis technology, and the neon high-rise buildings in them were all built by hand, but the special effects were more delicate than today's.The store in front of you, which is filled with boxes and boxes of people's desires, is more absurd than the movie screen full of gray and dark tones.

And she always remembers the last words of the artificial man in the rain:

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.

Attack on fire off the shoulder of Orion.

Iwatchedc-beamsglitterinthedarknearTanhauserGate.

All those moments will be lost...intime,

liketears...inrain.

Time...todie.

A last word almost like poetry.What kind of model does she suspect, and what ineffable part must be created in order to have this poetic flavor before death?

The Chinese translation of "Blade Runner" is called "Blade Runner" - a translated name that has nothing to do with the content.Qingkong always thought so, until she read the original novel of the movie: "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep" - Do androids dream of electric sheep?Suddenly, she felt relieved of frustration. This has nothing to do with the other, whether it is BladeRunner or Blade Runner, it is just for the sake of reading loudly and being easy to remember.And only that bit of poetry - the film added, like the eye-catching blood dripping from a man in the dark night rain - that bit of poetry is real.

"What are you thinking?" Saori held Qing Kong's arm, took the down jacket from her hand, and held it for her.Although the time we spent together was short, it was enough for Saori to realize that Aozora hated burdensomeness. He never carried a bag when going out unless necessary, and he didn't like to carry things on his hands.

"It's nothing." Aozora stepped out of the escalator, walked shoulder to shoulder with Saori and passed brand-name stores, watching the mannequins in the windows posing in various attractive poses.

"The first cigarette I smoked was Marlboro," Aozora said as he walked to the next escalator. "Given to me by a fat man on the court. The hard shell is red and white, and there is still half of the bag inside. At that time, I saw him blowing out smoke rings, which formed a round shape under the light and slowly drifted away. I thought it was very beautiful. Later, after a long time when I grew up I know, Marlboro was positioned as women’s cigarettes before the western cowboy advertisements. In order to prevent the lipstick stains of women from being displayed, the cigarette butts were designed to be red.” Qingkong said this and thought for a while, “What we got , is more or less someone else's processed appearance. Just now a part of me was thinking about this."

The author has something to say: The 1982 science fiction movie "Blade Runner" is a favorite of the author.It is said that at that time, the director could not find anyone to invest with the script. In the end, Run Run Shaw from Hong Kong invested the money. There were also scenes with Chinese people in it.The title of the film is indeed chosen for the sake of being loud and pleasant, and it has nothing to do with the content of the original work.From when I was studying to now, I have watched the film several times before and after, and every time I think about it, I still feel wet and dull.

Speaking of movies, the wonderful movie adapted from the original novel is "Shawshank's Redemption" - Stephen King's many adaptations are hard to surpass, even the novels are quite wonderful, as Haruki Murakami said, The eternal theme of Jin's works is the opposition between despair and hope; "The Godfather"; Tsui Hark's adaptation of Li Bihua's "Green Snake"; Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui's "Rouge Button"; ...I feel like talking to myself endlessly...

Finally, I actually want to thank the readers who clicked to save.When I went online, I saw that the number of favorites jumped up by a number, and I always felt like I had more power.