Li Riqing returned from swimming in the afternoon and called out Yoko Ono's name upstairs, but received no response. He guessed she was asleep, so he went to the dining room, intending to eat a piece of green muddy water. He saw Eun Jung-un sitting at the kitchen table, "Where is the little savage?" "She's out." "Where did she go?" Youn Jung-eun assured him again, "She'll be back at five o'clock, she said." "Have you gone to the village?" "It's not. She left before lunch, with Brother Ichixiu. Li Riqing jumped in shock. Going out with Brother Ichihu? "She'll be back at six."

Li Riqing left the kitchen without saying a word, he clenched his fists, and in an instant, his dignity climbed to an incomparable height, and he walked to the door and looked out. There was not a single car in sight, and his watch showed that there were only five minutes left before six o'clock, and with the impetus of his anger, he rushed to the end of the trail, and ran to the bend of the road about a mile away, and there was no sign of any car. In order to cover up his undignified pursuit, he rushed home again. He paced in the living room and began to rehearse an angry speech that would come in handy when she got home.

"This is what you call love!" He probably started with that. No, this phrase sounds too much like a buzzword, he must be dignified, wounded, and grieving. He was ready to say to her, "Is this what you do when I have to raise my family and run around this place all day?" No wonder I can't write, no wonder I don't dare to get you out of my sight! Now he's expanding the content and gearing up to prepare. However, Li Riqing neither smiled nor felt that he was ridiculous, in his violent imagination, the time was already more than six o'clock, and it was almost eight o'clock, could it be that she would never come back? Because he found her bored and unhappy, he persuaded her to go to Hollywood with him......

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the front door, and a pleasant "Riqing, Riqing" was heard! He got up tremblingly, feeling a faint sense of joy as Yoko Ono raced across the trail, and Ichishu followed behind her, hat in hand. "Honey!" She shouted. "We went on a great little trip and pretty much all over Hollywood." "It's time for me to go back." Brother Yixiu said on the side, "I wish both of you were at home when I came." "I'm sorry, but I wasn't there." Li Riqing replied coldly.

When he left, Li Riqing felt a little hesitant. Fear had disappeared from his mind, and the reason for those defensive feelings was actually an ethical justification, because Yoko Ono relieved his uneasiness. "I know you don't mind, he happened to come to visit his house at lunch, saying he was going to Hollywood to talk about things and wanted me to go with him. He looks so lonely, Qing'er. From start to finish, it was me driving his car. ”

He slumped feebly in his chair, his mind tired, tired from nothing, and tired from everything, tired from the weight of the world he had never chosen to carry. "I don't think I care." He comforted himself. People must be tolerant of these things, and Yoko Ono deserves some reasonable privileges because of her youth and her beauty. However, because he couldn't understand, he was tormented......

Winter came again, she turned over with her back up, lay quietly on the big bed, and watched the winter sun slowly enter the room through the window crack with its gradually fading light. At one point, she didn't know where she was, and she couldn't remember what had happened the day before. Memories are like a dangling pendulum that begins to beat her own story, and with each swing, the burden of time increases again, until all of her past life returns. Now, she could hear Li Riqing breathing hard beside her. She could smell spirits and cigarettes. She noticed that she could not fully control her muscles, and when she moved her body, the fatigue she felt was not caused by a complex movement, but a general mobilization of the entire nervous system, as if she was trying her best to hypnotize herself to perform the movements of the human body......

She walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth to get rid of the unbearable smell in her mouth, and then stood by the bed, listening to the clanging of Yom Jung-un opening the lock with a key outside the door. "Wake up, Qing'er!" She screamed. She climbed back into bed, lay down beside Anthony and closed her eyes. "What time is it?" He got up and sat down on the bed, staring at her intently, like an owl. Clearly, this is a rhetorical question. She couldn't think of any reason why she should know the time.

"Oh my God, I can't do it!" Li Riqing spoke to himself weakly, and he fell back to the bed and rested against the pillow. "What a retribution!" "Qing'er, how did we end up getting home last night?" "Taxi." "You put me on the bed?" "I don't know. Wife, it seems that you put me on the bed. What day is it? "Wednesday."

"Wednesday? I hope so. If it's Thursday, I'll have to get to work in that idiot's place. It should be nine o'clock in the morning, or what the hell is the time. "Just ask Eun Jung-eun." She suggested softly. "Eun Jung-eun!" He called. The voice was energetic and sober, as if it had come from a world that had passed. Eun Jung-eun stepped down the hall in small steps and appeared by the half-dark door. "What time is it today, Jeong-eun?" "Wednesday, sir." "Thank you." Jeong-eun paused, "Do you want breakfast?" Mr? "Before breakfast, can you send a pot of hot water next to your bed?" I feel a little thirsty. "Yes, sir." Eun Jung-eun looked respectful and sober, and exited the room and walked down the hallway.

"Today is Nobel's birthday," he coldly asserted, "or Curie or someone else's." When did we start this crazy party? "Sunday night." "After the prayer?" He asked deliberately. "We rode across the town in a pony carriage, and the Hulk didn't sleep all night, don't you remember? Then, when we got home, he tried to make some bacon dishes, the ingredients were leftover from the kitchen, and the color was charred, but the Hulk still insisted that it was fried meat strips. ”

They both laughed, but they laughed a little hard, and they lay side by side on the bed, reminiscing about the previous series of events in the red chaotic morning light.

This year, they plan to go to Ukraine, because the war that seems to have no end is expected to end this winter. Lately, their incomes have struggled to be flexible enough to afford the luxuries of whims. Li Riqing spent a lot of time in a haphazard manner, making a dense account sheet full of numbers, and cutting down a lot of "entertainment, tourism, etc." budgets to amortize the deficit of previous excessive spending as much as possible.

He remembers going to a "party" with the Hulk and Ikhu, and the latter two would inevitably have to pay more than their own share, paying for tickets and fighting to pay the bill for dinner, all of which seemed to be taken for granted to them. In the past, Lai's naïve personality and the fact that he could never finish talking about himself made him the funniest and most teenager-like figure in the group, like a clown in the conference room.

In the year since the publication of "The Seven Sons of the Heavenly Dragon", Li Riqing has earned more than 100,000 yuan, most of which has been recently. Due to the film industry's thirst for plot, the novelist's benefits unexpectedly began to swell. He was paid $10,000 for each story he wrote, and at the time, the film industry was very fond of people like him, who was not yet 30 years old, and could earn an extra $1,000 if each story was designed enough for the film, such as kissing, gunfights, and sacrifices. The stories he writes are quite diverse, and they all have a certain degree of vitality and original skill, but none of them can compare with "The Seven Sons of the Heavenly Dragon", and several of them are considered by Li Riqing to be bargains at all. On this point, Riqing explained solemnly that it was to broaden his audience. Although neither the Hulk nor Ichihugo agree with him, Yoko Ono wants him to make as much money as possible, but in any case, this is the only thing that matters......

As for the Hulk, he went to work in Rongcheng, and his figure became stronger, faintly mature, and he looked more polite. Once or twice a month, he returns to the hot spring town, where they go out together, and after dinner, they head to the theater or, at the instigation of an eternally curious Ono, venture out into a speakeasy in the hot spring village, notorious for the "New Culture Movement" that has been in the air for a while, but then vanished. After countless times of talking to himself, Li Riqing decided that he would find something to do this winter anyway, hoping to please his wife because of this. After several semi-social phone calls, Mr. Lai found that the employer had no interest in someone who only wanted to try it for a few months or so.

In the end, he entered a securities company as a salesman, a profession he did not like, but finally decided to accept. After considering all possible scenarios, it is still attractive to manipulate money purely with a flexible hand, unlike manufacturing, which can be unbearable to think about. He considered his past work at a newspaper, but decided that irregular working hours were not for him as a married man, and that he still had certain unrealistic fantasies about himself as the editor of a prestigious weekly review, or as an astute producer, in charge of satirical comedies and musicals. Finally, through Washington's letter of introduction, he walked into the Swire Building, where Jack Ma, Masayoshi Son, Bill Brown, and Bill Murphy sat inside. Gates and Kazuo Inamori signed employment contracts on Ant Financial's clean desk. He's about to get to work.

To celebrate the memorable occasion, they planned a party because he said he had to wake up early Monday through Friday when he started work. The Hulk came from Rongcheng with the original purpose of meeting someone concerned, but Brother Yixiu was half-persuaded and half-deceived by them. On Monday afternoon, they deigned to attend a tear-drenched upper-class wedding, and the event came to an end in the evening. Like an apostle of Dionysus, everyone enjoyed the drink and pleasure like never before, and Yoko Ono also showed an amazing knowledge of ballet steps, and admitted that she sang songs that she learned from her idol Lennon when she was still innocent at the age of eighteen.

Throughout the evening, at the request of everyone, she kept singing those old songs repeatedly, showing unpretentious joy, and Li Riqing was not only annoyed by this, but also quite appreciated this new form of entertainment. In addition, what they remembered for the night was the long conversation between the Hulk and a dead crab. The Hulk dragged the crab with the rope tied to it and ran all over the field, regardless of whether the crab understood philosophy or understandingism......