(a)

Kaohsiung and I haven't seen each other for a long time since that wedding reception. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I vaguely heard that Kaohsiung has immigrated and now lives regularly in the United Kingdom, Canada and the United States, and sometimes in the countryside of southern France. His family's business grew bigger and bigger, and his fortune grew at an astonishing rate. Kaohsiung gradually replaced his father as the main manager of the family business. His father is still in China, running the first factories and shops, and his mother is still working as a doctor, but she has been transferred to an institution that specializes in treating patients for large institutions, similar to the ancient Tai Hospital.

Legend has it that there are many women in Kaohsiung.

He changed the women around him like changing his head, changing cars, and changing houses, so he made a lot of money and spent amazingly. In order to attract the attention of the women, he even bought a castle or two, an old railway station and helicopters, as well as a luxury cruise ship and several luxury speedboats moored in the Mediterranean all year round.

He kept women of all colors everywhere.

He raised some women while throwing them away.

Like a man who fell into a well, he searched for salvation in a woman's body.

The more he desires and satisfies him, the more thirsty he feels.

He always felt hollow when he was overwhelmed by the many women and their troubles.

(b)

After I was repeatedly rejected by the phone, he emailed me several times. Every time I see his email appear on the unread mailing list, I have mixed feelings.

I found myself tempted to hear from him, but I didn't want to reply to him.

Sometimes, he would tell me about himself, and he would say, "In these days when you were so me, I focused on my business and got a lot of things I didn't want, but I really wanted very little." ”

Sometimes, he would send me pictures of his majestic castle. He would say, "Before me, many people had been owners of this castle. But that's just an illusion, just like we feel that a certain land, a certain country, belongs to us. These owners all died before the castle collapsed. However, the castle is still there. Portraits of those masters hang in the halls and staircases of the castle. When I first walked into this castle, I saw so many dark portraits, and I felt that I was small and pale. I'm just another passer-by in this castle. However, I still spent a lot of money on the restoration and maintenance of the castle. I also started looking for people to paint me portraits. Because, although life is short, there is still something beyond the world in the world to remind people that there is a value that does exist and is higher than the interests of this world. ”

Sometimes, he writes in an email: "A phone is an electronic dog leash." In the position of CEO, the mobile phone is a dog chain made of gold. He said, "To put it bluntly, a contemptible person is a dog that everyone loves." Anyone can run around and pull me for all sorts of weird when he's happy. ”

This reminds me of when I was in school. I remember a time when Kaohsiung was the leader of his father's corporate club, learning to take care of factories and shops while leading a basketball team to fight all over the world. When he was busy, he also complained, and he complained to you: "I'm like a pet dog to all the club members now, and anyone who is happy can come over at any time, because anything strange will pull me along." And you smiled and replied, "Isn't that great?" You'll have the opportunity to help people in all sorts of weird things. ”

Thinking about this scene makes me feel a tingling in my heart. I still didn't reply to Kaohsiung after all.

Once, when I clicked on his email, a picture of a rabbit popped up on the screen. The text of the email reads: "MAMA, LOOK INTO MY EYES, DO YOU STILL FEEL SAD? ”

Here's another email from him. The body of the email is: "You know, how much I love you? ”

Then he sent another letter and asked, "Why don't you keep replying to my email?" You've already read it. ”

I sighed and replied, "I'll come back when you're not so naïve." ”

The mail from Kaohsiung came back immediately.

"Childish?" He said, "You call that childish? ”

He said, "I thought you would call it Wen Cun." ”

I looked at the screen and made up my mind not to reply this time.

On a hot summer day, I turned on my computer, and the email from Kaohsiung popped up again.

This time, he asked, "The summer floods have receded." Heart, the flood of your heart, has not yet subsided? ”

Oh, yes. If there is too much wind and rain, the heart lake will inevitably flood.

Why don't you rob people's hearts?

(c)

That year, I went on a business trip to North America.

Vancouver was the first stop I arrived.

Just when the relaxed mood has not yet begun to fly, the distress of reality comes.

On the way to the hotel, when I passed by a store to buy a local phone card, I lost the passport and wallet of one of my companions, including the connecting ticket for the subsequent trip.

Luckily, the consulate and Air France were in Vancouver, so we went together to help him get a passport replacement and a lost ticket. Both the consulate and the Air France service point told us that in order to reissue passports and tickets, we must first go to the local police station to report the case and avoid legal responsibility for the loss of passports and tickets, and then we can replace passports and report lost tickets.

In this way, led by a local colleague, we drove around several times before finally finding the right police reception center.

It is a place dedicated to Chinese residents and Chinese tourists.

When we walked in the door, we found that there was only one Chinese policeman on duty sitting inside, he was doing two things at the same time, and there were several groups of people sitting next to him waiting for him. So we had to sit back and wait.

I picked up a newspaper and looked at the exchange rate for the day while waiting for our turn.

When I sat down, I saw two men sitting across from me. One of the men was whispering alternately in English and French, sounding like he was comforting the other, with a constant reference to death.

The other man had been propping his hands on his knees, and he had kept his head buried between his elbows, looking as if he was in pain, full of sadness and frustration.

His gesture made me feel a little familiar and touched me.

I couldn't help but look at him a little more, and I saw that he was quite well-dressed, tall and athletic.

I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off him for a while.

Then, I lowered my head and read the newspaper.

After a while, it was the turn of the two men.

I heard them stand up in the chairs across from me.

At that moment, I heard Kaohsiung's voice say from the other side, "Oh God." ”

I looked up, and the newspaper in my hand fell to the ground at once.

I saw Kaohsiung standing only about a meter away from me.

He was the sad man.