On the other side of Ono Keiri, the closest to her was a young girl. She was lying under a parasol and was opening a list from a book spread out on the sand. She loosened her yukata to expose her shoulders and back. Her skin was smooth and orange, and she wore a necklace of creamy white pearls, which shone in the sun. Her face is dignified and beautiful, which makes people pity. She and Ono looked at each other, but didn't notice Ono Keori. Next to her was a beautiful man in a baseball cap and a green-striped bodysuit. Further out was the woman on the life raft that Ono had seen, and she turned around and saw Ono Keiri. Beyond that was a long-faced, fluffy blond man, dressed in a blue leotard, with a serious expression talking to a young man in a yellow leotard, as they picked up small patches of seaweed leaves on the beach. Ono thinks they're Ukrainians, but they don't look like the Ukrainians she's befriended lately.

After a while, she realized that the man in the baseball cap was silently performing a small show for the small group. He pretended to fiddle with a shovel, as if to clear the sand, but gradually took on a subtle comical appearance, though his face remained serious and unmoved. Every little gesture of his could not help but make people laugh, and every word he said elicited a laugh. Even those who were in the distance, such as Ono Keori, couldn't hear what he was saying, but one by one they pricked up their ears and paid attention, and in the end, the only one who was unmoved and distracted on the beach was the young girl with the pearl necklace. Perhaps out of self-control and poise, with each burst of laughter, she just leaned closer to the list.

The man with glasses and a drink cup in his hand appeared out of nowhere and said to Ono Keori coldly, "You are a top swimmer. "She wasn't impressed." It's really great. My name is Obama. There's a lady here who says she saw you in Kiev last week, knows who you are, and she'd love to meet you. Ono Keori suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, glanced around, and saw that the group of untanned people were waiting for her to pass. Reluctantly, she stood up and walked towards them. "We know who you are." The woman in the dress said, "You're Keori Ono, I recognized you in Kiev, and I asked the waiter at the hotel about you, and we all thought you did a great job and your acting was fantastic!" We wonder why don't you go back to Hollywood and make another blockbuster film? "They made a polite gesture with no exaggeration. The woman who recognized Ono Keiri, she belonged to the kind of old "player", who was not very affected by experience and age, and was easy to mingle with young people. "We're going to give you advice, don't get scorched when you first arrive." "Because your skin is important, but there seem to be so many rules here, we don't know if you mind." ”

"We think you're probably the most playful." Mrs. Malone said that she was a young woman with vicious eyes and good looks, and she had an aggressive momentum in her gestures. "We can't figure out who has a play and who doesn't. One of the men my husband particularly admired looked like a big actor, but in reality, he was a supporting actor. "Play?" Ono Qingli asked as if he didn't understand, "What's the play?" "Honey, we don't know." Mrs. Russell said, shaking her fat body and letting out a quacky laugh, "We don't play, we are spectators." Mr. Lewis, a brown-haired, somewhat feminine youth, interjected, "Mrs. Russell is a play herself." At this point, Obama shook his glasses and said, "Hey, Lewis, don't talk nonsense." Ono looked at them impatiently, wishing that her mother was by her side. She didn't like them, especially after she had compared them to the ones on the other side of the beach that piqued her interest. In the case of her mother, her demure and social flair would quickly lift them out of this undesirable situation. However, Ono has only been famous for a few months, and the liberal head she cultivated as a girl, as well as the democratic style she has learned, are sometimes mixed together, and it is easy for her to find herself in the embarrassing situation she is in now.

Mr. Russell, a small, skinny man in his thirties with freckles and red spots on his face, didn't find the topic of "drama or not" fun. He had been staring at the sea before, but at this moment, he glanced at his wife, turned to face Ono Keori, and asked abruptly, "Have you been here for a long time?" "It's only been one day." "Oh." Apparently thinking that such a question was too abrupt, he turned his eyes to the others. "Are you going to stay all summer?" Mrs. Russell asked indifferently, "If you stay here, you'll have a show." "For God's sake, Nicole, stop saying that!" Her husband, Russell, yelled, "Just kidding, for God's sake! ”

Mrs. Russell Nicole turned to Mrs. Marlon and breathed roughly, "He's so excited." "I'm not excited!" Russell admitted, "On the contrary, I'm not thrilled at all. He was distinctly annoyed, and his face turned blue, which made all his confessions useless. Suddenly, he was somewhat aware of his situation and got up and walked out to sea. His wife, Nicole, followed him, and Ono Keori also took the opportunity to follow.

Russell took a long breath and plunged into the shallow water, his arms stiffly lapping against the waters of the North Sea, apparently trying to show that he was swimming a freestyle. When he ran out of gas, he looked up and was surprised to find that he was not far from the beach. "I haven't learned to ventilate, I've never figured out how to ventilate." He looked at Ono Keori with an inquiring gaze. "I think you're going to have to learn to exhale underwater." She explained to him, "Every four strokes, you turn your head sideways to change your breath. "For me, ventilation is the hardest thing to learn. Let's go to the life raft, shall we? ”

The shaggy man lay on the raft on all fours, and the life raft tossed with the waves. Mrs. Russell Nicole swam over, and the raft slammed into her arm. The man leaned over and pulled her onto the raft. "I'm afraid the bamboo raft is hitting you." He spoke slowly and hesitantly. He had one of the ugliest faces Ono had ever seen: high cheekbones, thick lips, and large brown eyes sunken in. He spoke softly, as if he wanted what he said to be conveyed to Mrs. Russell in a roundabout rather than reckless way. In the blink of an eye, he had jumped into the water, his slender body stretched out and rushed towards the shore. Ono and Mrs. Russell stared at him, and when the momentum of the forward rush was exhausted, he jeopardized himself, his thin thighs sticking out of the water, and then disappeared, barely leaving a blister. "He's a good swimmer." Ono Keiri said. Mrs. Russell's answer was unexpectedly harsh, "Oedipus may be a good swimmer, but he's a crappy musician." She turned to her husband. After two futile attempts, Russell managed to climb onto the life raft, trying to stretch his hands and feet to balance his body, but staggered even more.

"Yes." Russell reluctantly agreed. Obviously, he created the world of his wife's life, allowing her only a little freedom in this world. "Sarah Brightman knows me very well." Mrs. Russell turned to Ono in a challenging way, "Sarah Brightman and Hemingway." I'm guessing you haven't heard much of these people, but my husband was the first in the United States to write a review of them! "I'd love to have a cigarette right now." Russell said calmly, "This is more important right now. ”

Mrs. Russell, Nicole, suddenly lost her voice. The woman with the pearl necklace also came out into the water to join her two children. At this moment, Oedipus emerges from under the water like a volcanic island and lifts one of the children on his shoulder. The child shouted loudly with fear and joy, but the woman with the pearl necklace just watched quietly, without a smile. "Is it his wife?" Ono asked. "No, she's Shevchenkov, they don't live in hotels." Nicole stared straight at the woman's face. After a while, she turned to Ono Keori. "Have you ever lived abroad before?" "Yes, I went to secondary school in Cambridge."

"Then you probably know that if you want to have fun here, you'll have to find a way to meet some real people." She pointed with her left hand towards the coast, "They just wander around in groups, they are the upper class, only 20% of the population, but 80% of the wealth!" They have specialized brokers, who make money on capital money, speculative finance, and special tax avoidance consultants, 80% of the people are getting poorer and poorer, and they are getting richer!! "Presumably so." "You know, my husband is about to finish his first novel."

Ono Keili asked with concern, "Really?" "She actually didn't care about these things, she just wondered if her mother Yoko Ono could sleep on such a hot day." The novel is related to the ideas of the book "One Hundred Years of Solitude". Mrs. Russell continued, "The difference is that my husband is showing things that are in 10,000 years, not in a hundred years. "Hey, for God's sake, Nicole, don't see one and tell the other!" Russell protested, "I don't want to get the word out before the novel is published. ”

Ono Keori swam back to the shore, she draped the towel over her sore shoulders and lay down in the sun again. The man in the baseball cap walks from parasol to parasol with a bottle of 1961 Lafite and a few goblets. After a while, he and his friends were getting happier and closer. At this moment, the parasols are connected. She guessed that someone was quitting, and it was probably their last meeting on the beach. Even the children, knowing that the noise was coming from under the parasols, turned to look that way. In Ono's view, it all had to do with the man who wore the baseball cap.

In the afternoon, the blazing air currents enveloped the sea and sky, and even the white ribbon-like city of Beihai in the distance gradually blurred, like a fresh, cool mirage. A ship approached from the dark sea outside, sideways to a beach. It seems that this vast coast is dead everywhere, but in the sunlight through the parasols, there are still people and fireworks, and the red, red, green and green colors and chirping sounds convey the breath of life.

Obama walked toward Ono and took a foothold a few steps away. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Then she opened her eyes slightly, and dimly saw two blurred pillars of flesh, two legs, and Obama tried to hide in the shadows cast by a cloud on the sand, but the cloud drifted away in the scorching sky. At this time, Ono Keori really fell asleep......