She comfortably sit on the bed, showing a return home of the casual look. She looked up and down the house, looking casual in a pro-sex and Kongmang. She said: “You just keep it clean like this on it. I have removed the gas, water, and almost no electricity, nor to charges, if to collect, you to pay, tell me it wants to . “smooth and cool feeling great chair arm volume flower, I am a little Fazheng. I suddenly felt in front of women, and this room is a bit strange, like Manet, I was impressed by some of the portraits, though pleasing to the eye, but the line deformation, color exaggeration. I am disturbed by the twisting of the twisting in the chair in the body, heart to have doubts. I finally asked: “your family do?” “My parents are in Xining, the fifties support the border to go. Child I lived here with the grandparents, I was a teenager they were not in, and I have been a live . “guitar tone when the lady answered my silent, his eyes all the details of the room is still free to touch. Her image, suddenly made me think of photos, let me suddenly think of the picture, the total appears quite real, as if not being Yin and fuzzy memories of the past. I suddenly a bit guilty. Thought I was a student, no experience, lack of experience, no vision, and my heart to tears. This is my first time because of his young and shortness of breath, as if there are too many unknown things in front, seven eight wrapped around the Earth like a maze. I started passively Miss Ji greeted by the knowledge that little room to the various local, passive acceptance of five hundred dollars weekly, passive, who took over from Miss Kat a long wide wide brass key. In fact, Miss Ji has been hanging his face relaxed and elegant smile, when she raised the number of salary, even showing a trace of regret, as if she was too high a price like this house rented to me. However, I still can not help but think of the “trap” the term for a heart quietly in a loose tight. After a long period of time, I always sort of doubt and fear as a child served as a spur of the moment unknown stole color pills, secretly live in fear, beware of the gastrointestinal side effects, but I did not tell anyone mentioned. In my opinion, quick to love and one of a few things to look for someone to talk to are boring and weak performance, I not used to not like. I have always been between people that only talk to have a fun favor. Every weekend, I crossed half the city alone, in the twilight into a strange woman walked into the room, to fulfill my promise to her obligations. There was once a private space, carrying off a woman living alone long years, during which she has buried the flower of their youth. About her past, not only reveries, and there are clues everywhere present. In fact, I can not like a saint-like look steadily, intently. Almost from the first beginning, I can not exercise restraint, inevitably becomes a permitted into the voyeur. Many should be the personal belongings of Miss Kat, she has not been cleaned, it seems to deliberately retained like, here a little, there a little, and even a kind of deliberately maintaining the loose, to save them like they used to, as some could not bear the loss of memory , bits and pieces, and rolling. Bed mats all over the diamond-shaped pattern, much like the era of the items my grandmother, made the hard red blankets, that I think of the monotony of camp life simple. Bedside chairs were several tapes, envelopes have been worn, it is interesting that some fashionable eighties: “China light music”, “United States fifties popular song” … … an honest, pure and up. One box of “foreign film music highlights” made me interested. Put a number of large and small boxes printed with color head, I recognized a Takakura, and the remaining few familiar, but can not remember. Head next to the name printed on a slip of the child movie: “hunt”, “Ye Senia,” “Call of the Mountain,” “boiling the life”, “Fox Story” … … there are several so far, I have always wanted to see not as a. I could not help but think of Mr. on the aesthetics of the language class: “In the passage of time in, you will find the media but the most charming movie.” In addition to the tape, head of the bed there are a few books, all TOEFL supplies. I flipped through, found that each book has numerous red pen and pencil exercises mark the answer, which one can imagine Ms. Ji impoverished spurs year study career. But the TOEFL Questions have already changed, these books only for Miss Ji has recalled the meaning of the individual. I used a white towel and wiped the dust, lying in bed, Miss Kat, I can not help but imagination. It is something to the imagination the most under the bed. Zhang Muxiang a child under the bed, color and smell it the whole time like a large piece of sediment, has a dark color and opacity of the atmosphere. It can not open the box on the Tongsuo peculiar pattern seems to be a legendary animals, firmly bite of an ancient secret. Every time I drag it, wipe it, imagine flying like a fine dust. It has nothing to do treasure, and always put my feelings toward the girl, disorderly way I do not know where they settled. In my reverie, the guitar looks into a simple lady, sad, girl, she was in vague but stubborn, and I know in reality are far from any one of the girls, but closer to some of the late writers of literature. Imagine such as these always repeated, fleeting. Small pillow bed is not comfortable, as if filled with rotten cotton. I always beat it some sense of loss to some, but to get the window to blow. That faded pink pillowcases, making it quite a memorable flavor. What surprises me most is the desk drawer some brightly colored bow, rural village gas red, blue, light green. They make my guitar reverie of the young lady added a bit weird. Near the school I saw a crazy old obese woman worn this kind of thing. She let loose with the dirty white hair, wore a red bow, his eyes cold feet firmly walking. Mimicking the kind of bright colors strong desire, but the implicit beauty of the poor. Miss Ji save them I do not know what is the purpose, intentionally or unintentionally, whether the meaning of remembrance. In my opinion, they are somewhat shabby and desolate helpless. Bow pencil next to the pieces, although non-professional imitation of strokes, but the aptitude of people feel. I recognized a picture of a Marie Curie, another picture is Shelley, they seem to reveal Miss Ji lofty aspirations and youthful innocence of the love of the arts. There is also a painting, is a handsome features a very beautiful young man, a standard of male beauty, I do not know, draw marginal notes with: X. I suddenly felt the love between man and Miss Ji relevant. Is the first love or a crush? I am not sure. U.S. standards of human drawing too, so do not like real people. I even think “X” may be only a fantasy, Miss Ji heterosexual image. If there ever was a real sweetheart, even long past, do not care, and also how much is the pile of privacy, right? How she would be so casually would easily be seen on the place? Or, are they to Miss Kat do not think I opened her drawer? if not locked, close the drawer is also the personal domain, my behavior is not appreciated at least, right? I close the drawer, more of a disturbed mind, and not ashamed. After all, Miss Kat own the keys to my door. Movement of the spring, as always noisy, the street signs and the new ad ONSALE alternating. This is the season of women shopping spree, but also more exciting days of the Blue Sin. I call her more often. Several times, I going home on the road, Miss Kat, there is no reply to her. Such a move might make her think I mysterious than in the past, she Chande me closer. I Miss When bad things Kyrgyzstan eventually she know, she immediately asked me “to play with.” I think that Miss entrusted to treat a bit too much guitar, there is no answer. Blue Sin will disdain and said: “It ridiculous, this woman certainly a little psychopath.” “Do not just saying that people.” I protested back to the top of the blue and Buddist Sin. She always finds fault Duirenduishi whim. As time goes by, I imagined the dark matter and inexplicable fear has gradually disappeared. Every two weeks, I Miss Kyrgyzstan remittances received on time. She is so utterly boring, unless there are deliberate conspiracy, I really can not think. If not, can only compare this person said she nostalgia, it more seriously, and that she is trustworthy. Several times, I cleaned the room, lying comfortably in bed, Miss Kat look bring their own books, or cranky, looking at thought, to sleep. When I wake up in the quiet, neat lethargy to look around the room, I often miss is not worth for the guitar, she and lose money for this room, it is not worth ah. If me, you l sell this house, not sell to empty closed okay. After much deliberation, I thought of a love story above. Perhaps, there are many memorable scenes, Miss RM, took place in this room. Thus, the breeze blowing over the shadow cast by the curtains and furniture have become preoccupied in my eyes, as if do not have means of deep sigh. Once I opened a drawer and handy, it lowest level of the desk. Throughout the room, got left I checked the drawer is not a. In there, I saw some things I am excited, they became my romantic imagination that footnote. A hand-written collection of poems, copied again and again in a small stationery. Zhayi read, I feel like the North Island or Gu Cheng, who wrote poetry, which is full of stars like the moon, the image of sailing the sea. Readings in contemporary works of my class read a large number of such specialized work. But read it again, I feel strange. “Why you do not listen to the evening wind / wind and bagpipes sound / They flash upon that summer palm leaves / like love blowing strong mind sees / your silence / all things are silent / still lying in your hands.” “Last night I passing the beach / beach will not be quiet sigh / sunset is hopeless to carry out over your shadow. “This would be written by Miss Kat? I feel incredible. Fall stationery page, scribbled some of Britain upside down painted the words: “Now I just read” trillion rule pub “go home, know that you came before. I really do not happened, the time just like you come and go hurry. Today the bad weather was overcast, just sad. Well, why say that? people really can not explain myself. No matter how much you hurry the whereabouts of your stay in my heart all the memories and Expectations it is eternal. you look at it, these are strange words you bring. You e so strange, I feel silly in front of you to become more, you in the end what power? really a mystery. “The handwriting and poetry writing seems out of the hands of the same person. However, the bottom of the letter, as well as word, apparently written by another person, the font is much more delicate to round: “You are more of a mystery, and has a burning glory of Can.” Whether I am a poet, Miss Kat, or her love is a poet, all this makes me the story of imaginary poetic tenderness, far away from reality, including those naive words of excitement, they have a thin pure texture, similar to the small Juan water, delicate silk. I put together a chronology of fancy dazzling points of light filled the hearts of even a burst of envy. Miss Ji has a space to store the remains of past life, a spiritual and material is clearly a double luxury. These things, drop it on her own may not have the heart to the lost and wandering in the luggage belt in the butter, dry and helpless, like the fossil specimens. Only here, they just like living in the beginning of the birth into the air and water, with fresh as yesterday life. I miss things eleven Kyrgyzstan reintroduction place. This room, I suddenly fear it a bit. In the city, it became only I alone know of a secret secluded place, usually do not, I will from time to time to think of it, can not help thinking, confusion, secretly trance. Qian Lan told me that she found my recent melancholy sometimes reveal a face, I do not know whether the old house on Miss Ji. Qian Lan asked me laugh: “You are not trying to pretending to be cool ah?” I think, with the blue-Sin did not understand. Looked at her, I felt more and more confused. I figure out whether you love her. Think of “love” this solemn words, my brain is not getting hot like a fire is like going to snow more and more cold, I never did not think much. But while the sight of the blue Sin, I want to, I do not know whether this is related with the old house of Miss Kat. There are some unexpected thoughts, not my this wish, as I happened to run into the weirdo was strange. I only know I like the Blue Sin, this is certain. In fact, she was my first girlfriend, before her, I did not like any girl so close. Think of our time together is always into the past life, and I simply can not determine our future, all the memories I do not know in what way will be collection, my heart can not help but burst of panic. I do not know whether such feelings with the old house on Miss Ji. In fact, my “keeper” career lasted only three months summer vacation, we began a practice essential to future employment. I went to great lengths, I finally found one willing to accept the newspaper. I began to work diligently, not even the weekend break. I wrote a letter to Miss Kat, illustrates this situation. Miss Kat quickly sent me the last salary, a short note of gratitude. “I will think of ways,” she wrote, “Shanghai has changed dramatically in many places, my hometown has become more and more like a foreign land, I helpless. I just want my house also like the original, as always I keep a familiar and friendly. “I read the letter, Miss Ji has not suddenly feel strange, but it is easy to understand. One time I interviewed back, passing secluded piece of road, he saw two familiar old house revealed a little bit dim light, I can not help but feel complex stand on the night. Miss Ji dark house window, like a gust of gentle silence locked the echo long past, fine keyed, wishful thinking, like the Fallen flowers beautiful and desolate stretch of Youjing. Once again, I understand the extreme luxury to a Wife. It away from all the noise in the city, including the hurry I, drifting in a foreign land only Miss distant sea of ??empty, low-cut to murmur. Room key I have to send back to Kyrgyzstan, Miss, and I could not enter. At the moment, I do not want to enter. A busy day fatigue with the wistful cover me. I walked away alone, to put competing Lantern Street, just want to go to a cup of hot milk, eating a hamburger. I was very tired. Near the end, I began looking for work. Blue Sin helped me a lot, the two of us almost no time to play, not before and after the catch on the run, is anxious and bored sitting in the school playground in a daze, think of a way. Miss Kat and her on a luxury house, I would gradually become weak. Christmas that year we graduated, I went to the disco Blue Square Sin play after work late into the night, it was found to snow, cold snow plop Rehan was dry in our face. Blue Sin excited, took my hanging around the streets late at night. I touch the blue Sin is still a long overcoat, such as water plants soft waist, looked at her under the lights at night due to the exceptionally cold and bright red face, heart filled with unprecedented tenderness. A long time has passed, this vibrant proud girl, but still close to snuggle with me, thought of it, I can not help while moving. I casually walk with her, echoing her absurd argument. Unconsciously, I found that actually went to the old house sits Miss Ji that small road. Some strange thoughts control me again, that quiet place close in previous years as a Christmas tree, deep in the memory flashed psychedelic IPL. “Last night I passed by the beach / beach will not be quiet sigh / sunset is hopeless to carry out over your shadow.” Who is the poem, as soon as do not have a profound and deep sigh, voicing a vague longing, with pure thin texture. I can not help but look around. But, no. Some crushing moment of quiescence dazzling points of light, without a trace. I saw the rubble field. A demolished old buildings of light in our cities too common, they are always so gorgeous in a number of high-rise buildings. I blue in the cold snow into Lan Guo Qian pretty face, deeply pro-down. Yes, I will not kiss, will not let tongue wet with saliva stretching from the mouth, never the action. I would only pro, and her natural soft dense eyelashes, the lips of her delicate flower. Down in silence by her. At this moment the United States was so weak, I only know now, I can kiss her in the cold snow into it stronger than anything else. In addition, regardless of the then nothing. My mind, raised a warm desolation.