Angle of view
I sit in a barbecue shop, surrounded by noise and thick smoke. Smoking, everything around me seems to be at a distance from me.
My mind is filled with Tan Jiao standing at the entrance of the store just now.
Xiao Hua's voice gradually came into my ears: "Yu Ge, hey, Yu Ge... what are you thinking about, being so distracted?"
I said: "I miss my wife."
They were both stunned, after all, they had never heard me mention it before. They started asking questions: "Where is your sister-in-law from?" "Brother Yun, you're not coming back home this time just because of a woman, are you?"
I puffed on my cigarette and didn't answer.
Xiao Hua said: "Speaking of which, Brother Ou's luck with women is really good. The beautiful woman at the door of the store today, after you went home that day, she came to find you right away. I heard you quit your job and were a bit disheartened. When did you hook up with her? And then there's the beautiful young woman from Hua Ting community, oh, do you remember, just the other day she also came to find Brother Ou to wash his car..."
My heart skipped a beat as I listened.
"What else did Tan Jiao say that day?" I asked.
Xiao Hua didn't quite catch it: "Which one?"
I was just about to say something when I suddenly felt something unusual at the entrance of the store, so I looked up.
Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao arrives. A slender figure, walked into the store. She lowered her head, looking rather listless and lacking in spirit, sat down at a table near the entrance of the store without noticing me.
She had said before that this barbecue was the most delicious and also close to her home. I didn't expect to meet her again so soon.
The cigarette in hand, suspended in mid-air, until the ash falls and burns your hand.
The waitress brought her the menu, she took the pen and checked one by one. I saw clearly: 6 skewers of meat tendon, 6 skewers of board tendon, 2 skewers of shrimp tail, 2 skewers of chicken wing, 2 skewers of squid, 1 serving of golden needle mushroom, 1 serving of tofu, 1 serving of potato, 1 serving of leek, 1 serving of green pepper... Her appetite today is not bad.
Maybe I lost focus and was discovered by Xiaohua and others, who started teasing me on purpose:
"Brother Ge, Brother Ge, who are you looking at?"
"Eating from the bowl but thinking of the pot."
Tan Jiao looked up and our eyes met across the crowd in the noisy, sweltering shop.
Her eyes were clear and calm, but for a moment, many things flashed through them, things that I had been reluctant to touch. But soon they returned to stillness. She quickly shifted her gaze away, stubbornly refusing to look at me. Yet I noticed that her small hands clenched tightly for an instant, as if she was struggling with herself.
I took a strong drag on my cigarette.
Yesterday, I saw her latest Weibo post and felt like I had been punched in the chest. A strong feeling surged through my body. I packed my bags and rushed to the train station, buying a ticket for the earliest train to Dali, which arrived this morning.
As I walked down from the train, I gazed at the familiar blue sky and white clouds, but my mind kept repeating that sentence:
Dark clouds meet bright moon, clouds disperse and moon is unaware.
Isn't it that as a writer, even the expression of emotions is different from ordinary people? Such a plain and dull sentence can make men read with a heavy heart.
She looked beautiful today, I noticed her outside the car repair shop. A off-the-shoulder midi dress, long hair smoothly draped over her shoulders, and even light makeup, adding a radiant glow to her originally delicate features. Completely different from those days when we were together, always tying up in a messy ponytail, wearing just a T-shirt. Even so, she was still lovely and charming.
I don't understand why she changed like this, it seems completely different from how other women behave when they're heartbroken. This woman is often incomprehensible to me. I just took another drag on my cigarette, and my chest felt even more suffocated.
