Compared with the continuous chatter of wet and continuous thoughts in the past year, it has been a long time since Bu Shang wept bitterly through tear-jerking dramas every year.

Five years ago, Bu Shang and his companions were in a night club in Haikou. Nearly naked wine girls with wings and bunny girl ears are lined up from the center of the stage to the extended stages of the banquet tables on either side. The flatform heels that hold the girls' thin ankles and the stiletto heels that seem to pierce the stage are just at eye level with the guests sitting in the audience. The legs are noisy, showing off the temptation of physical beauty.

However, the environment of the scene clearly destroys the beauty of pure flesh and simplicity. The stage lights are flamboyant, and the bald and round-headed host is full of emotions under the high-decibel electronic music, introducing the "angels" and "princesses" one by one for the price auction of the night.

There are young people who are cold, dressed and leather, and are also full of youthful atmosphere, not only they pretend to be old and calm tastes, but also the greasy middle-aged and old people who show their stupid appearances are always waiting for the opportunity to spend a lot of money to set off another climax and carnival of this night banquet on their own; there are also people who take the opportunity to watch the opportunity to follow the night waiter out of the noisy hall and into the hidden box, where they will throw their luck tonight.

"Angel number 5 with beautiful big eyes...... 800, 1000, 1500, 1800, this gold lord has good eyesight... 2000, 2000 deals!"

"This princess has red lips and white teeth, convex and backward curl..."

It's so noisy that it makes people dizzy, and it's dizzy that makes people want to vomit. The girls made up exaggeratedly, but under the exaggerated faces of oily heads and powdery faces, the eyes surrounded by heavy eyeliner occasionally revealed a subtle youthful and immature atmosphere.

Most of the women on the stage are no more than 25 years old, and quite a few of them come from the impoverished Baisha County in the central part of the island; 17- or 8-year-old Yi girls are easily abducted to nightclubs to work as escorts and drinkgirls because they grew up in a closed environment and have a low level of education.

The nightclub is located in the International Trade Center, next to the coffee restaurant frequented by Bushang, and the lights and music of the club at night replace the tranquility of the coffee restaurant during the day. The pleasant sea breeze is seductive, and it does its best to wash away the greasy atmosphere of the nightclub. There was an endless stream of men and limousines.

The electronic music is as strong as a pacemaker working on the heart of a little mouse, and the yellow, red, white, green, and blue lights shake and change with the rhythm, everything is as usual, and everything is not controlled.

"Look at what you look like, it's a Kefu face, you have to pick it up, your face is not good-looking, your forehead is so wide, you should cover it, you have to cut your bangs like mine, see how good I look, isn't it," a middle-aged woman sitting at a table next to her took out a small wooden comb from her bag and combed it on the burnt bangs on her forehead. The girl with her back to the cloth was wearing a black dress and laughed nervously. Nice lipstick color on the lips.

A perverse look crossed her cloudy blue eyes, and the woman continued, "Your breasts are padded, aren't they......? Your breasts are padded, aren't they? Let me check if they're padded—"

A glass of beer was spilled on the woman's face, and the yellow liquid wet her bangs and dripped onto the smoky makeup. The woman in black got up and left—

There are not many female guests in the clubhouse, and occasionally they meet one or two but they play such a trick, and the cloth and their companions look at each other.

A Taiwanese who is five years older than himself, with a shirt and a pair of washed jeans loosely on his fat belly, and the skin on his cheeks droops down to his chin, "Mr. Chen, how is your coffee selling?" "Mr. Chen, the typhoon is coming again, are you ready?", meeting with Mr. Chen on the cloth is always breezy and cloudy, and the specific business is slowly finalized when playing mahjong; Mr. Xu, who is always bald and in a cotton white robe, is sitting on his left hand, listening to the comments of the middle-aged woman at the next table, and squeaks and laughs," Butterflies", while touching his hand on the bald head. The poet and university professor would go around every night for a drink, swear not to give up until he was drunk, and then drunk a bowl of crockpot soup on the street after midnight.

Mr. Xu was drunk and drunk, and when he reached out to touch the smooth calves of the young lady on the stage with his eyes blurred, a white light swept over, and he noticed an age spot at the bottom of the side of his eye, following the patch that was hidden by the white light, showing puffy bags under the eyes.

Suddenly, the white light stung the eyes of the cloth, and he stared back at the wine in the glass, which was probably mixed with water, and once again felt tired, and a sense of emptiness rose suddenly, and through the thin green smoke that rose, he began to think of the past, and to think of nothingness, until there was a vast blue sea in front of him, without a trace of wind, and without a cloud.

Since then, Fugami has found himself unable to do anything he doesn't like. Mr. Chen repeatedly invited him to the clubhouse to watch the strippers, but he said, "I feel old", so he never went. Soon, he discovered that after weeping in the theater, his body and mind would become light and comfortable, as if all the turbidity in the old body and mind that had injected the world into him had been expelled from his body and far beyond the Pacific Ocean......

After the long summer rains, it's the perfect time for a stroll.

People like the seaside are willing to discuss everything with the sea, look at the sea and put the things in their hearts one by one, go to the beach more alone, walk slowly along the coastline of Xixiu Beach with their hands behind their backs, and look sideways at the sea.

Thick, white clouds begin at noon, hugging from all sides of the city to the dome, quickly condensing and transforming into overwhelming dark clouds, thunder and lightning, wind and rain, improving the heat of the whole afternoon, and then the double rainbow is revealed in the reddish sky light where the rain vapor has not yet dripped away.

Since then, he has not even let go of noon in the scorching heat, but whenever there is no need to work, he drove early to the rest pavilion selling coconuts and simple lunches by the sea, and deliberately chose a window seat, where not only can you see the endless bushes and jungles outside the window, but also the white flowers of the sea under the noon sun on the right hand. At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the heat was unbearable, the seaside was deserted, the air could smell the storm, and the wind rose from the sea, sending a steady stream of clouds of rain in the direction of the city. Except for the rain, the sea does not set off waves that are no different from usual, and it is calm. Whenever the wind rose, he took off his black sunglasses on the cloth and let the wind blur his eyes.