Liang Ling 1986

 Zhenbao of life there are two women, he said one of his white roses, one for his red roses. A holy wife, a mistress is a general warm This man has always been separate from the terms of the word chastity.
may all have each had such a man the two women, at least two. married a red rose, over time, changes in the red touch of mosquitoes on the wall blood, white or , he is a beginning and an end, orderly. He
is entirely reasonable to think that one of the most modern Chinese characters, though not all of the things he encountered reasonable to think, to ask his own heart mouth, mouth to ask the heart , several erupted in a conditioning, it becomes as if idealized, all their proper place.
he is the right path origin, going abroad had a degree and an internship in the factory, non-but real ability, but also work part time to play with bare hands down of the world. He worked in a dyeing old brand of foreign companies to do very high position. His wife is a graduate with a net worth of innocence, face the same good natured, and never out of communication. A daughter is only nine years old, the University the education fees have been down to preparation. to serve the mother, no one he was so thoughtful; promoted brothers, no one was less attentive; office, he was so hot no one seriously; to be friends, no one was less enthusiastic , then the loyalty, self-denial. His life has been very keen interest; he does not believe in the next life, or he of the name have to re-take a trip. generally rich young idlers and young artists move forward despite laughing at his vulgar, but there is never enough him because of his foreign-style tacky tacky. He was not tall, but the skill agile. Huanglian sauce dark, wearing black-rimmed glasses, facial features can not see the details of what they were. But that appearance is Yiran; words, if not a joke, when is flatly. readily extreme, as if he can clear this man, even if there is no sights is sincere in his eyes, even his glasses can be used as keepsake.
Zhenbao of humble origins, if not his own freedom, fear of going to the students intended to do Dianhuo, life died in a small circle of ignorance. as at present, he came back from abroad when the work is standing on the Window of the World window, it is hard to come by a free man, whether in the environment, the mind. ordinary people's life, then better is Add Dianran as a peach. Zhenbao the fan is still blank, and pen ink intoxicated full, bright and clean, just waiting for him to put pen to paper.
that there are also gaps in people who faint shadow of a foundation to fight, like there is a fine antique stationery , convex in the purple print on white paper costume before the portrait of his wife and his mistress and two women does not matter.
The first one is a prostitute in Paris.
Zhenbao learn the textile project in Edinburgh into the school. struggling student in a foreign country can not see anything, Zhenbao only memories of the British underground tram, boiled cabbage, blank fog, hungry, greedy. as something like the opera, he returned after the exposure of the Shanghai's Russian Opera. only a year, the summer, he more than a few under the money, spare time for a trip to Europe. Road, via Paris, he was not a bad idea to see how bad the people of Paris, But leadership is not familiar with the insider's friends can not afford to make such a friend he was, he would not make themselves through a go, fear of being bullied, over budget, spending money.
evening in Paris that day, nothing can he to do, early supper, and his apartment in a quiet street, he walked back to the apartment, I was thinking: still head, fall down little by little, fell into that square cement building under roof and then fall down, fall down! the roof seemed to eclipse to a piece of white. Zhenbao way line, only feel desolate. I do not know someone in someone's mansion, where with one finger to play the piano, a word for word press down, slow of foot, the pop-up Christmas hymn tune, playing a one and one. Christmas night yeah the joy of Christmas poem has its own atmosphere, but in this hot summer afternoon, the sun in the quiet sun filled the long street, so not the time, like a chaotic dream upside down, ridiculously boring. Zhenbao do not know Why, he could bear the sound of the piano pop song finger.
he stepped up the pace forward, a hand bag, palms sweating. he go faster, and in front of a black woman kept the pace slowed down, slightly Pianguo Tou to cast a glance at him. She was wearing a black lace yarn under the red petticoat. He likes red underwear. I did not expect this place also has this other woman, also a small hotel.
years later , Zhenbao to friends goes back to this one back, always happy with a point Aigan jokes himself, said: very romantic thing, but do not know why, romantic part of his back can not remember, pick a single part of that annoying to remember. foreigners who are often more significant than the Chinese point of smell, this woman is always their own do not worry, he raised his arm to see her, intentionally or unintentionally, Pianguo Tou to smell a smell. clothes, armpits in a perfume spray, perfume and body odor low price acid gas mixed with sweat, is people can not forget odor. But the most annoying thing he does not worry her. undressed, one wearing a skirt out of the bathroom, she put a hand on the door stays high, tilted his head to his laugh, he knows Unconsciously, she sniffed himself.
such a woman, even such a woman, he spent the money on her, they still can not do her master. and thirty minutes with her is the most the experience of shame.
Another point is that he can not forget the details. When she re-dressed from head sets down, half sets, clothes scattered in heaps in the shoulders, as if reminded of something, she stopped for a stop bit. This moment in the mirror he saw between her, and she has a lot of fluffy yellow hair, hair tightly stretched in the clothes inside, revealing a single long, thin face, the eyes are blue strike, but points are blue to blue-green halo's gone now, become a transparent eyeball itself, the glass ball. It was a Senleng, a man's face, the ancient soldier's face. Zhenbao nerve by a great shock on the .
came out, the streets still the sun, the tree lying in the sun slanting shadow of the shadow. This is not right, not to the degree of terror.
prostitution, not afraid to get dirty whore, whatever, dirty dark defeat . The more a bit more under the other places local flavor, but not like this. Zhenbao prostitute was later refined each time scraping feel when they think back to get on in Paris, the first time, how silly. Now he is his world masters.
Zhenbao from that day made up his mind to create a UK to live a long time, after-school to run around looking for little things doing in the factory training and can take benefits, expense off a bit, because also met a few girlfriends. He is a decent man, a woman will be decent and prostitutes clearly divided. but he is a busy man, love the time is limited, so naturally prefer the more readily the object. Edinburgh Chinese women for only a few of the mainland to the two female students, he thinks too reserved contrived, and too the Church School Church School. Now the Church is close to human, after all, and it is some embellished with beautiful people, but the first decade of the church, caring believers who are often not very cute. lively thing a few overseas Chinese. If hybrids were, and that more than the Chinese side has.