Section 17: Small embarrassment
The jazz-style background music gradually became non-existent in this little bar late at night, and the space was like a magnet that sucked all the silence of the world into it, and the sound of my conversation with Melly was not high, but it produced a faint reverberation similar to the sound of the piano after the lecture in the multi-purpose hall, which was an extremely brief echo.
"But I don't think there's anything strange about it." I continued.
"You won't feel it, if you think it that way, you will think it's normal!"
"That's right!"
"Today I saw a psychological test in a magazine, if you were asked to choose which one you would choose to be an animal in the next life, there were three alternatives: fish, birds, cats. I chose Asuka, and after reading the answer, it said that people who choose Asuka will always have thoughts and sentimentality, but they are very imaginative, full of fantasies about love, and like romance. I seem to have only imagination, and the rest is different! At the end of the answer, this kind of test is psychological, it is subconscious, so it is very accurate, why don't I think it? Melly asked.
"This kind of test is probably an entertainment game to spice up the mood, and it is to make people happy! As long as the mood is better, the answer doesn't matter! ”
"Oh!"
"So which animal would you choose to be?" Melly asked expectantly.
"Me?" I pondered for a moment, "Probably not among these three!" ”
"Why? So what kind of animal do you want to be? ”
"I can't think of why, but if I were to be an animal, I think it would probably be a kangaroo?"
"Kangaroos?"
"Yes! Kangaroo! ”
"What kind of kangaroo?"
"A kangaroo jumping on the grasslands of Australia! Carefree jump! When I met a little boy and a little girl, I beckoned them to play the long jump game together, so we jumped and jumped together, and took the children carefree like this! I replied.
"Your idea is romantic, like a fairy tale!" Melly said, "Don't feel it?" ”
"Hmmm! Truly! ”
"What do you guess I came up with?"
"What?"
"When I hear kangaroos, I think of Norwegian Wood"
"Oh?"
"I like to watch, how about you?"
"I've read it many times, it's my desk book! Loved it! Do you like it too? ”
"Uh-huh! I just finished reading it, it's pretty good, I think Watanabe and Naoko's relationship is very sad, but it's also beautiful, and there is also a feeling of the passing of youth. What about you? Why do you like to watch it? ”
"Because the psychological portrayal there is very detailed, and Watanabe's thoughts always coincide with mine!"
"You're the same as the protagonist Watanabe? Always alone, lonely, like that? ”
"I think everyone may have something similar to the protagonist to a greater or lesser extent.,It's probably the so-called commonality of people.,But I don't like that! No one likes to be alone, but solitude is a must! You tell me? ”
"Oh!" Melly's eyes flickered as she answered, as if she didn't fully understand what I was saying, but was still trying to figure out what my words meant.
"You just said you want to be a kangaroo in the next life, what would it be like if you really became a kangaroo? Silly look? Melly asked.
"Really?" I asked rhetorically.
"Oh! No...... It's not like that! When Melly realized that what she had just said was a little inappropriate, she found herself in a little embarrassed, a little overwhelmed, and a look of shame appeared on her face. After glancing at me with a little panicked eyes, he lowered his head, moved his feet under the chair, rearranged my red and black plaid casual shirt on his knees, and then put his hands on his knees, paused for a while, and put his hands on the small round table, his chin in his left hand, his fingers unconsciously touched his hair, and his right hand held the soda glass, constantly turning slightly, his eyes just staring at this repetitive action of his right hand, as if to do so, It can make her avoid this little embarrassment for a while, and Melly's series of subconscious actions are like a clear stream encountering a small stone in the process of flowing, and after hitting a small splash, it deviates slightly from the original route and continues to flow.