Chapter 52 Section Thirteen

Amidst the peace and tranquility, Gengping crossed the New Year's Eve without knowing it.I thought I would be very busy because I had to catch up with the schedule at the end of the year, but I didn't expect to be happy.Judging from previous years, I have to start writing as soon as the first lunar month enters, but the period before starting to write is a good time to recharge my batteries.Kohei and Chi come to Shinjuku Street together, and pass the time in casual shopping.By the fifth grade of elementary school, the child's shoes, underwear, and clothes seem to have become smaller overnight, as if shedding a layer of old skin every season, the body grows a circle.

When Jiurong was still there, she was worrying about these things.When Geng Ping was shopping for children's clothes, he was surprised to find that the sales volume of children's clothes was so high. The fabric was obviously only half of that of adult clothes, but the price tag was not much different from that of adult clothes.Fortunately, due to the impact of the financial crisis and the like this year, discounts have already begun.How many male writers in this country are rummaging through children's sweatshirts in a cart full of markdown shirts?Gengping couldn't help but wryly smiled after thinking about it.

"Did you find anything good?" Xiao Chi said while leaning against the pillars of the department store in boredom.He hates buying clothes for himself the most, and it seems that he is indeed a little man. "No, I just remembered something." Jiu Rong also hated trouble, and often bought one of the same type of clothing in each size, so that Xiao Chi always dressed in the same outfit for a while.In her opinion, as long as it is clean and tidy, nothing else matters. "If it was your mother, maybe you would buy five pieces in one go today, and you will only wear these this year."

Xiao Chi's face suddenly brightened: "If you think it's okay, then buy five pieces. Hurry up and go to the toy store after finishing the clothes." There is a home appliance vendor experience hall near the department store.Maybe he wants to spot one now and buy it after he gets the New Year's money. "Okay. I'll go to checkout first, you wait here for me." Gengping held two sweatshirts and stood at the end of the payment line full of female customers. He thought to himself, isn't such an ordinary life, which is not brilliant, just what he owns?Although some people accused themselves of only using family members as subjects, it was really difficult to write about other subjects.He knows that his logic is not so clear, his mind is not so flexible, and he has no professional field of expertise. He just picks up the trivial things around him and tries his best to write a book worth reading.

Whether it is one's own heart, brain or body, their capacity must be very small.Sometimes I can’t help but envy those writers who can get everything at their fingertips, but I can’t imitate it even if I remake it. Now I even feel complacent because I bought a half-off children’s clothing.Kohei put the sweatshirt on the cash register, shrugged and exhaled, and opened the wallet that was already worn out. Xiao Chi stood in front of the game software area, holding a few boxed toys in his hand, thinking.Because the lucky money can only afford one, he looks hesitant.This time it was Kohei's turn to lean on the colorful pillars covered with posters of manga girls and battle robots, and his mind flew away from the shop head to Jiurong without knowing it.

Ever since he met Jiurong's old colleague, Genghei has been looking for something.To put it simply, it seems to be the truth about the accidental death of his wife, but it feels that it is not the only one.In Gengping's heart, he still strongly resists accepting his wife's death. For more than ten years, they shared the ups and downs of life together, until one day she disappeared like a light smoke without leaving a trace.There is no absolute boundary between existence and disappearance, just like walking out of a department store in winter, only to realize that the air surrounding the body has suddenly turned cold.After passing through an automatic door, she disappeared, and could no longer hold her hand, could no longer speak to her, and could no longer hold her tightly in her arms.

The death of someone close is just so unreasonable.Geng Ping bears the blow silently, continues to write his novel plainly, and guards the life of two people with Xiao Chi.However, when it hit the bone-chilling air, the impact seemed to have created a crack in the deepest part of my heart that even I hadn't expected.After Jiurong's death, the joy that was alive and alive completely disappeared from his world. Beautiful, delicious, happy, sad... All the exciting elements feel only half as much, as if separated by a thin layer of light blue filter paper, the world becomes cold and quiet.

This bodes ill for the profession of the writer.In novels, the hearts of characters should be colorful and mixed.No matter how clear and pure the sadness is, if the same tone is used, the work will be monotonous and boring, and eventually the reader will be bored. Gengping knew in his heart that one day, he had to save this desolate and decadent heart, and he had to reset the hour hand that stood still on the day of his wife's car accident.But how to do it, he himself does not know. "The cakes here are delicious!" Xiao Chi spread cream on the chocolate cake and bit into it.This is the signature cake of the coffee shop on Yasukuni Avenue they often go to.Not sweet, but strong cocoa flavor.Kohei just ordered a cup of espresso.It's time to start paying attention to your weight.

"It's getting cold when the sun goes down. Let's go back early. When we get home, you know?" Xiaochi nodded repeatedly "hmm", and cut another big cake. "Didn't you say that today and tomorrow are going to be cleaned. I'm in charge of my room, bathroom, entrance, and corridor. You're in charge of the study, bedroom, and toilet. The living room, balcony, and window panes are cleaned together." "Yeah. Do a thorough cleaning with gratitude for the whole year. You know." "I know. I like cleaning, I feel very happy." Geng Ping smiled and said: "You are just talking about the balcony."

Xiaochi has to play with blowing bubbles with the detergent used for cleaning windows every year during the general cleaning.Looking at the seven-color bubbles flying into the clear winter sky, Kohei felt that the year was over. After returning home, Gengping started to clean up the study room.To organize the materials completed this year and the books I have read this year, I have to divide the ones I want to keep and those I want to sell to second-hand bookstores into two piles.At this time, the most important thing is to take every book seriously. Every book contains the thoughts of the author, and there are always a few pages of refreshing words.

However, Kohei's apartment in Kagurazaka is by no means spacious. If he has sympathy for books, he has invaded his own living space. Many writers or critics' friends' residences have been occupied by them.Things like books are really exotic species that people can't put it down. Facing their endless aggression, they must defend their ecological balance to the death. When tidying up the bookshelf, I took away the thirty-two-page booklet and found a thin white photo album.Geng Ping flipped through the pages to see what was going on. (this is……) The photo has not faded one bit.It was a photo taken when I traveled to Okinawa with Jiu Rong before we got married.At that time, she was twenty-five years old, full of vigor, exuding a charming brilliance, laughing happily, making it impossible to detect the haze projected ten years later.That Jiurong was walking in the market on Kokusai Avenue in a sleeveless dress, that Jiurong was wearing a swimsuit and lying on a beach chair, that Jiurong had his cheeks reddened by alcohol, and was standing on the balcony in the night drying his hair.Every photo is so vivid and clear, as if it was first washed, shutting in the sunshine of that summer. Tears blurred Gengping's eyes.Happiness belongs to the dead, not to the living who are abandoned in this world.Kohei thought of her smooth back when he applied sunscreen, the warmth of holding hands while walking in the market, and the promise he made on the return plane to visit Okinawa again, but he never kept the promise.How many promises are left that have not been fulfilled?I failed to make my wife happy.Gengping wept endlessly in his heart, but the tears did not fall, they just moistened his eyes slightly, and dyed the world with that light blue filter paper. "Hey, Dad, I found a strange thing." Xiao Chi knocked on the door of the study.It has become an unwritten custom in the Qingtian family to knock on the door to enter this room.He opened the door and stuck his head in: "This is a DVD. I found it on the bookshelf in the room."