nine o'clock.
A spring night intoxicated.
Zhu Tubao and I went downstairs for a walk in the community.
I just watched "I Served the King of England" yesterday, so that's where our conversation begins.
"Don't you think "I" is very similar to Yu Hua's "To Live"?"
"But the story of "I" is more exciting, with a sense of humor and humanitarianism. "To Live" has only suffering." Zhu Tubao said. "When it comes to humanitarianism, I think Europe is really
a mature civilization. They never waste their energy on other places, they only focus on people.
"
Interesting, she must be a rabid Nazi, she even joined the German army and stole Jewish stamps, but I still think she's very cute!"
"Yes, she rushed into the burning house for her lover's dream of opening a hotel. In fact, she hesitated at the time."
"That's the truth. You think, without the support of a large number of simple ordinary people like her, how could Hitler have succeeded."
"Yes, Lian Gunter. Grass was He also served in the SS."
"Speaking of Günter Grass, I think 'I' is like a cousin of 'The Tin Drum'."
"It does, the name of the protagonist in 'I'. It means little boy in German. And don't forget, the biological father of Hrabal, the author of the novel "I", was an Austrian."
"Interesting. I just read an article saying that there is no direct relationship between Chinese traitors in English. The corresponding word, they use Cooperator, collaborator."
"Yes, there are always some collaborators..."
At this moment, our conversation was interrupted by a stray cat walking by.
She was almost white, with a few yellow and brown spots recognizable in the night. She has a big solid black tail.
We squatted down and she made a faint meowing noise while weary at our feet, standing up every now and then to sniff my hand.
"Maybe she's hungry." Zhu Tubao said, "it's a pity that I didn't bring cat food."
"It seems that we will bring cat food for walks in the future."
"Why did she come directly to us, she was brave enough."
"Probably smelled it. The cat smell on us."
Zhu Tubao made a phone call and went to see another friend who lived in the community.
I keep walking.
The cat followed me for a while and turned towards a trash can.
I continued to walk in the neighborhood, but I was thinking of collaborators, young girls with shaved hair, European humanitarianism, a few intriguing scenes in the film, Velázquez's "Wiener in the Mirror" s".
Then I came to the sports field in the community, and I did a few monotonous movements on the crude equipment. Suddenly, I discovered that in the dimly lit sports field, there were four middle-aged men, including me, all dressed in black, silently doing mechanical exercises. Some kicked their legs, some turned their waists, and one of them had white light reflecting from their glasses.
The atmosphere suddenly became paradoxical - kind of like the opening of a grotesque drama.
Maybe it felt wrong and left alone.
I got home and opened the door.
Gurandam - my adopted two-year-old stray cat, uncharacteristically made out to me, smelled my hands repeatedly for a long time before going upstairs satisfied.
I'm sure I've been a messenger for the legendary cat once.
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