Chapter Forty-Eight: A Soul-Stirring Homonym......
Chapter Forty-Eight: A Soul-Stirring Homonym......
On the smooth absorber plate, the sand showed an even undulating shape, except for one irregular, sharp triangle.
I looked at the dressdance.
"It's really a pattern of waves. β
I said, "What's going on with this triangle?" β
"If I'm not mistaken," she said, "it should be a cetacean call." β
If it was all speculation before, now through sound stream technology, a phenomenon that shocks the world has finally been determined - we can talk to a certain location on the other side of the world in Lop Nur, just like face to face!
Back at the camp, I told the news, and everyone was terrified and surprised.
I said, "In the future, no matter where we camp, it's better to have someone in charge of monitoring the underground so that we don't miss the opportunity to call for help." β
"Leave it to me," said Hurgo. β
When everyone went back to their tents, I said to Yi Wu, "Yi Wu, you can go for a walk with me, okay?" I'd like to talk to you about something else. β
Yi Wu said, "Okay. β
I said, "You go back and wear thicker, it's cooler." β
She said, "No. β
I have a lot of questions to solve.
Dressing is one of the major issues.
I don't know, but this is the first and last time I talk to her alone.
I took her out of the camp, and it was dark all around, the wind was cool, and there was an earthy smell.
We walked quietly all the time, and she didn't ask me what I was looking for her, and suddenly said, "Boss Zhou, can I sing you a song?" β
I said, "Wow. β
And she began to sing, with strange lyrics and tunes: "I gave you my heart, and you threw it away." My heart was empty, and I no longer knew it hurt. There won't be another one, the others are stones. There was only a shell left, and there was no more fun, so I chose to leave. You hid you, I can't find you. The moon helped and lit up your face. You fell asleep peacefully and met me in a dream. I burst into tears and laughed, you won't wake up again, and be together foreverβwandering under the garden tree, hanging yourself on the southeast branch. After the dying dusk, the soul is gone. β
I found that her pronunciation was very accurate when she sang. I don't know why, but I was chilled all over my body when I heard this song. Especially in the last four choruses, the melodic suddenly becomes very high.
After she finished singing, I asked her, "Whose song?" β
She said a little shyly: "I made up ......"
I stopped, looked at her dark face, and suddenly asked straight to the point, "Yiwu, you have sent me a lot of gifts." β
She was not surprised at all, and whispered, "You don't like ......"
I steered away from the topic and said, "Do you like your major?" β
"I love it, it's just not practical," she said. Actually, I am very afraid of this society, I just want to study, I don't want to graduate. β
I thought about it for a moment and suddenly asked, "How do you have the money to buy me a house?" β
She said: "Last year, my parents died in a car and crane, and I was an only child and received a compensation. It was my parents' life, and I didn't know what to do with it, so I ended up exchanging them for gifts and giving them to someone I liked. β
I said, "I regret it." β
She said, "What do you regret? β
I said, "The last time we talked on the phone, I was so uncultivated. β
"I was in pain that day, I didn't know what exactly you wanted......
I said, "Dressdance, what I want, what I don't want, it doesn't matter to you, you have your life, what matters is what you want and what you don't want." We didn't have any relationship with each other in the first place, but you created a lot of complicated relationships out of thin air. β
She was stunned: "Between us...... Never mind? β
At the end of the day, we are back in the original contradiction.
I changed the subject again: "Yiwu, what is the purpose of your visit to Lop Nur this time?" β
Her tone was a little cold: "There is no relationship between us. β
I said, "No, no, no, it's okay now, we're together, and I have to keep you safe!" β
She looked at me and said, "I want to give you one last gift." β
I said, "What do you mean?" β
She said, "Don't you want me to die?" β
I said, "If we die because of someone's words, our lives are too fragile." β
She turned her gaze to the darkness in the distance: "Actually, I have long had suicidal thoughts, but I don't know how to end my ......"
She then told me about the many suicide methods she had tried, and this was the one she talked about the most.
"I've been to the top of a 62-storey building, where the wind is as strong as Lop Nur, and I can't hear people, it's like a suburb of paradise," she said. I closed my eyes and imagined the feeling of bungee jumping, the feeling of flying, and I was very happy. However, I thought that I would fall at a speed of 12 meters per second, and finally fall on the road, blood would splatter dozens of meters, my head would be torn apart, one eye would roll into the sewer, and the other would bounce onto the pavement...... I think it's too ugly again. β
She didn't kill herself, simply because she was "too ugly" after she died.
She continued: "I've been to the beach too. For girls, jumping into the sea seems to be more romantic. However, it occurred to me that after I drowned, my flesh would be eaten by the fish, and the fish might be eaten, and that person might be my mentor...... I felt so disgusted that I gave up. β
At this point, she looked at me: "I remember, you used to describe suicide in the book, and you saidβ**, the process of turning yourself into a pile of roasted meat; Take poison, a thousand sharp knives will rip out your internal organs; the magic of hanging, letting the tongue lick the front of the chest; Shoot, let me see the end of your head from this end of your head; Cutting your wrists makes death and birth equally difficult and long...... It all discourages me. β
I said, "So, you want to choose sleeping pills?" β
She said: "Yes, I don't think this way of dying is painful, and I went to the other side of the ...... in a flash."
At this point, she slowly turned her head to me and suddenly said, "You took my VCR and burying pills?" β
I said, "No, but I picked up your VCC." β
She sighed and said, "That's providence." β
I said, "Don't you like to give me gifts?" Then I tell you, you are alive, and it is the best gift for me. β
Although it was dark, I felt her eyes suddenly light up: "Really? β
I said, "Of course." β
She said, "So will you keep this gift with you all the time?" β
I was stunned for a moment and said, "Let's play a game." β
She said, "What game? β
I said, "You pick seven words, and they have nothing to do with each other." I'll tell you your fortune. β
She thought for a moment and said, "Okay." β
She picked, one, five, seven, ten, one, four, one.
I said, "Why are they all numbers?" I said, don't be related. β
"Are the numbers related?" she said. β
I thought about it quickly - if you take these 7 words as numbers, 1, 5, 7, 10, 1, 4, 1, then they add up to 29, which happens to be her age......
What else does it mean?
She stared at me and asked, "Will you always have this gift with you?" β
I looked at her and said, "I'm a withdrawn person, rejecting anything outside of me." Not even my own body, nor can I reach eternityβwhat do you say? β
She looked at me for a long time and stopped talking. Our conversation immediately reached an impasse.
I looked at her, and my head "boomed" and I suddenly realized that the seven words she chose were homophonic: Yiwu was actually dead......