Flute on novel "sister of the jungle" full-text collection 1_ solitary flowers

A silk aunt three years ago this season, sister left home. It was in the fall, we've brought up the road into full Indus leaf. Silk aunt looked up and said: "this year's leaves end up really early. "Sunshine of October and covered with thin silk aunt's face, she was so beautiful. Sister as hugged me and my sister said: "the Angel, goodbye. "She appeared in the possession of the clavicle collar blue sweater in the form of my chest. That evening I, as always, insomnia. Train in our city's edge, whistling, silent than sleeping or awake people are more persistent and dive into the night without oxygen, no direction of depths. I know that my sister is now not asleep, she must wear that blue sweater, half-lying on the night train. Hair hanging in her sexy and pale clavicle, that's a story should be. If to silk, her aunt to the sister into a wonder knew the consumers of fermenting of Anna. Note the point of view, avoid the insipid, sister, or even a bit ugly face. Silk aunt has been used her habit, cutting her life. That she never perceived cold hidden in her beautiful eyes I and my sister, I'm a little afraid of her. I hate the way with her story, I don't want to give all people, including myself, looking for any excuse. My cell phone rang. Is silk aunt. Sorry I forgot to tell you, my name is Angel, 19-year-old forest, in a far away from home, City University of Arts, large 2. Last spring, thin silk aunt went to Paris, her dream for a long time. "Angel, our last week to Brittany to shoot the sea, that's great. "" Angel, your French now what? "" Angel, the drawing must come to France ... " Each time the phone she is this program: "we," how nice, France, etc. This "we" refers to a man named Jacques of France than her small 10-year-old, her assistant – Studios, and bed. She is a woman reading the best scenery, like some women would collect collected perfume of life's adventures. Always the case. Ten years ago, my mother brought her back from Beijing. That year, her 22-year-old, and my sister left home. She also was slim. And sister Lucy at neckline, pale and sexy clavicle. But his sister skinny is barren, her thin is picturesque. Winter noon sun, her bright smile on us, and we were not related to the charm of life so that nine-year-old me and 15-year-old sister. Mother settled her sleep, then as usual went into the kitchen, taps and cream sound hasn't changed, but I know that there are obstacles to the crossbar as ever in my life, even though the disorder is a garden variety. In fact, I don't know anything about this, only thin silk aunt know she is the mother the most minimal, also loves younger sister. Sister but totally broke, she said: "Oh dear Angel, she like Vivien Leigh. "That evening sister took a long mirror. Gently sigh twist light table lamp, spread her thick exercises. I crouched in the quilt, watching the lamplight light sister's silhouette. Hair hangs in the absence of the chest, and pale back. Sister very hard, her lights every day off to the morning, but she is always just a second, she did not understand why they can't beat that spends most of her time to basketball boy. See his sister, aunt, I think of silk. Silk aunt was a students ', in China the best foreign language school to learn French, however she attempted suicide give schools urging-suicide because of the refusal and his wife divorced teacher. Mother never treated us as a child, so I know the story. I don't know why some people can live the luxuries, so dizzying beauty, a language so pleasant, enjoyable romance sad outcome after there is a lot of youth. Even pain pierced with a bow. Too slick. But my sister, that the algebraic solution "has been her biting a month, still so thick. "Angel, you haven't fallen asleep?" Sister back, smiled at me. Dimly beautifully lit her half her face, her smile so strange and fragile. At that time sister almost is beautiful. But apart from me, no one had seen her this rare gentleness. She was terribly bad, we were both this small house everything is unjustified because she was too angry. However, often late at night, she will be looked up from the table below to see the quilt, I smiled. If those behind laughed at her boys met her at this point, maybe one of them suddenly wanted to love her. Sister crush silk aunt. Silk, silk, aunt of beautiful aunt gentle calm tone and a bit preoccupied laughing her surprise and admiration. She likes to chat with silk aunt, like silk aunt in the darkroom-photos — at that time became a silk aunt's art magazine photographers — like silk aunt said those in order to take photographs and do anything about that. Silk aunt is like a sky, in our lack of northern cities in bloom, I also like silk aunt, was very fond of. But I hate she said: "Angel grows up must be a pretty girl. "Because I knew she knew I would never be as beautiful as her. The three of us spend the shrinkage in silk aunt cabin, where full wall of photos, and thick photo set, my one touch those coated paper, and paper, and solidification of people on the paper. Silk aunt opens a page that said: "this photograph is called the" New York ". My favorite this Klein. "I clearly remember that shock, although I was only nine years old. The aliens called Klein, he put that one of the busiest cities in the world into a silent and vast cemetery. Silk aunt beautiful and sighed, "look, more sexy. "Sister looked up in panic, also thinks he misheard the Hypha aunt's words. This time we have heard the voice of the mother in the kitchen: "three kids, dinner-" the night of sleep, sister asked: "Angel, do you want to become a woman like silk aunt?" I reluctantly nodded. Sister said: "I would also like to. "I don't know what is my sister's face. Later, she began to like to do like seriously algebra painting — from three years ago we went a weekTeacher's Studio painting, this is my dad, but my sister has never been so inputs — those gypsum as lovers like like the light in her eyes. She started work, just like her efforts to test the first name that efforts to become a woman like silk, aunt, sister was brought up to believe in "attain is a" child of such stories. When the teacher took our jobs always said: "the Angel, you should be as hard as the Northern Qi. "But I can see that the teacher at sister's paintings, is looking at a job; see my paintings, eyes suddenly clear. But I'm not going to tell my sister. MOM told us not to deceive people, but her mother said sometimes hide not deceive. Mother is a doctor and a snow-intelligent woman. Although she never remember how much a kilo of cucumber, remember me and my sister's birthday who is August 10, who is no. 8 October; but she is always smiling and appear in front of the whole, sensitive with her looks and pale fingers placidly lovingly air rift, tone of voice always quiet and let people think everything is a matter of course. I believe that the patient can do mother, and also the kind of luck. I often look at the dinner table and mother and aunt, thin silk feels that she were very similar, but the mother does not like silk aunt as soloist. Silk is the mother of the wife of another child, carrying a heavy camera home washing hands nor will greedily rushed to the mother is placed in the Red-Green-Green table. Father so he laughed, "you might as well have Angel. "She laughed," I'm tired. Ran a day. "Her hair looks scattered around, laugh. She always need new scenery, perhaps this is her photos will never be like the "New York" human reason as motivating. She gave the impression of "pursuit", just like a flock of pigeons suddenly flew across the sky, vivid and beautiful and striking visual people. Perhaps it is because of this, her university teacher would like to embrace a holiday that embrace her, unfortunately the man did not intoxicated to forget himself, he still clearly "holidays" in due proportion in life. I seem to have said, the silk aunt is a sky, in our lack of northern cities bloom. Another winter comes silk aunt personal photography exhibition also opened its doors. In our family's memory, the happiness of the busy and never repeats itself. The whole family helped her selected photos to the photo name Woo; mother of colleagues or even patients and dad took graduate has also been launched. The most exciting, and, of course, is the sister. The night I watched her in table lamps, often on a silk aunt of new works. Black and white, color, in the middle of the night light solidification. In fact, the most touching, not them, is a 16-year-old sister's eyes. Sister he entered one of the best high school, she is still hard to let lamp lit until midnight or 1 am, but this table lamp has long ceased to prove was to get the first name and great glory, sister has become a medium level for the ith and working students. They say it is difficult to read in high school, perhaps Yes. Often in at two in the morning, I woke up, drifting still tired and aging table lamp with support in the House of night, I could almost hear the sound of a lamp coughs. Sister skinny. Table more silence even rigid, many nights I saw her biting lips all papers and teachers no longer give her score of sketch shreds, I afraid to shrink in the quilt, listening to the sound of paper fragmentation, subconsciously tell his sister is tearing the paper or drawing paper, there is a sister perhaps mixed with choking of breathing. At that time I thought, what if there was a boy to love sister, she would not be better? Silk aunt's photography exhibition instead of my imaginary boys. Apart from me, no one had seen sister not beautiful face and staring silk aunt photo eyes match what kind of moment, there are around difficult lighting. At that time, I sincerely pray for silk aunt film success to sister. I do not like a sister, I cannot be 100 per cent to admire the works of silk and aunt. When I use the 19-year-old eyes at them, see one of the "beautiful" and "elegant decadence" and "good grief", "the dignity of the poor" — this class of partial phrases I believe there are a lot — you said no dignity of poverty line that you haven't been to Tibet. When you want to shoot in ruins, silk aunt eyes becomes Moonlight, seemingly gently enveloped in fact far away; to make scars, silk aunt eyes becomes operative dancer on the one hand, appears to be aggressive in fact were carefully cut away all the offensive part. They are beautiful, I admit, they did not have the "New York" of that kind of courage. But 16-year-old sister, her worship all perfect. Now I remember Auntie open Film Festival silk that winter, childhood, is in the end of the season. In the evening, my mother when I come home from school, we find that the door was open, walked into the living room, the door of the room and the silk aunt also half open, from my perspective, is the station you can see that picture on the wall of the New York law. There father and silk aunt. Silk aunt's face buried in dad's shoulders, Dad's arm tight somewhat rudely strangled by her waist. Mother from behind cover my mouth, her hands with outdoor cold, my mother in my ear side said: "baby daddy and silk aunt is abroad, in the West just a formality. "My mother's voice has a very strange is the water. She haven't called me baby. Later, I often think, okay at that time, my sister also had no school. I don't know what happened later, only know that the mother was, as always, quiet, calm life continues, silk and aunt's film to be expected. The Festival opening day for the first time I saw the look of silk aunt nor too, exhibition lighting properly draw the shadow around her, I do not know her or her picture conquered our cold and desolate cities, she wears a dark blue clothes coat and rust red large skirt, she is really beautiful. I never can deny this. Shortly after the Festival of a morning, silk and aunt at the breakfast table, told us: "the Angel of the North-Chi, silk aunt to moved out. "" Why? " Sister heavily hit the Bowl on the table, a dull sound. "Northern Qi, silk aunt have jobs. "Mother to jam on the table, Said quietly. "At home can't work? I can't let you go!" Sister staring silk aunt, "Angel also do not want to let you go! right, Angel?" Sister enthusiastically go past the face. I bowed my head for a moment, I know my mother gave me a look. Then I looked up and said: "but have been too thin silk aunt we Home Darkroom too far away ..." I smile, if you do not see my mother, I may not be a seconds this wonderful reasons. Dad laughed, "Northern Qi, you see, your little angel than it was six years old. "Sister dropped chopsticks picked up bag, grievances and rushed out, heavy slam the door sound makes me a cold war. Mother smiled, "don't ignore her for dinner. Angel milk drink, not to the rest. "I drink the milk, trying hard to swallow. The kind of peculiar to a.m. as against water Sun reflecting in the glass edge, I heard the voice of the father porridge. As usual, it's just me, I became a mother's accomplices. In a floating full milk, jam, fried eggs and gruel odor of the morning, we all were accomplices — scientists tube called the "Nash equilibrium". Only sister, fall, and a calm trap. Her grievances and anger are awkward and naked like a continuing ominously glass windows of the moth, do not understand why they won't fly. Sister is innocent, only sister who is innocent. I don't blame my mother put me in, I know she loves father, her stack of our clothes will never like a stack of Dad's shirt as seriously. But no one can replace I suffer through transformation. Evening sister cried. Her homework suddenly dropped the pen, and then I heard she comes from a deep place in sobs. I rushed out to hold her back, her back two bone at the adore me. "Sister. "I told her. "Angel, why, why don't you help me she left? you hate her Angel?" I don't know what to say. I have clasped her tight I myself feel tired. Sister's tears soft to play in my hand, I don't blame MOM, if sister no fingers, gently turn the tears from my hand away. But she did, she fingers really cool. Silk and aunts moved out. Mother she keeps all the things you can think of, as if she's going to be so far away, in fact, just a few streets. Silk aunt go that day, I ran to her lived cabin wall also hung with some photos, so good, "New York". I missed the "New York" is better than nostalgia silk aunt. I don't blame MOM, I want to see, because I also want to let her go. 2 Tan Fei dad and silk--plot just lace, I love the stories from this section. September Sunday warm. I will be the day of the week with a paint smell to French lessons. From the Studio comes out I will hate to close your eyes and mind: the Sun is really good. My classmates were sleeping, there are going to love to go out sketches, hard — but compared to painting, I prefer to sit in the empty Studio floor, read a book and a copy of the album. Fingertip and coated paper in contact with a gorgeous have to approximate the luxurious touch. I like summer Ghar, like where · high, like de la KLÖVER, like Latour, don't like, don't like Rafael Monet, Picasso, hate hate Kandinsky. Sister's phone sometimes in this time of the call, ask my picture, my French, my boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend, in this city I have only one you can chat with friends. Is not in the art Department of those who think they have a right to speak with the lower body of the artist's boy, my French class classmates, his name is Robert Sinclair, likes to say "fuck", the biggest dream is a racing driver, and then one day die in the arena, become burned their racing as part of the flame. "If one day I can go to Tunisia on rally, must have stacks of Belle chase me, I have no time to chat with you, you must understand. "This guy the greatest talent is to use a solemn expression said the dead live. "Why do you want to go to Tunisia, learn French?" "Miss, as Tunisia is said in French, thank you. I heard you learn to paint in are illiterate, 100, "he paused," it really is. "I'm on the phone to sister repeat our dialogue such as this, sister smiling to snuff out. Sister said: If you can love him, he is so cute. This time I suddenly discovered that my sister has changed, the former sister likes perfection, now 25, she likes to clean. So, I decided not to tell my sister, Luo Xin laugh when a little like Tan Fei. Understanding the Tan Fei one year, I was fourteen years old, is from to know why. Of course, think they know how to love — when encountering Romeo and Juliet are not is a 14-year-old? I always quietly took out at night the boys wrote me a note, is proud to read, casual look back asleep's sister. Dim she still weak, sleep and even developed a frown. I smiled, sighs, sympathy to her already huge second but also no one behind. I forgot my sister also had this in the light next to me, but it is a gentle, not a little condescending. 20-year-old sister is now a dad's University students of the English Department, with sixteen, doesn't seem to serve multiple changes, mixed English Department those bright momentum WINS one of the girls, I doubt the boy will see her. Occasionally I would imagine there is a special dish-gentle boy just don't like all the beauties and to chase the good sister. Prior statement I hate such stories, very annoying. Only sister. But the miracle expected to does not occur, sister to appointments, not to buy cosmetics, instead of to how to deny yourself do not like boys struggled, the unique pleasure of Auntie's darkroom is silk. Although silk aunt has moved a long time, and we often went to her there to play with. See her new photos, listen to her speak trip or quirky or loving and zest. The 27-year-old aunt seems to be more beautiful silk, infatuation with men from 16 to 60 years. She is very happy, very busy weekend back to our home or remember help MOM do the dishes. Tan Fei is inOne Saturday night together with dad came home from school. Dad in fact had told us that there will be a guest on Saturday night to — is the father of the Chinese Department found the most promising student. My dad is enthusiastic about this old trick of scholars. Only this time a bit unexpected, it never occurred to me that the "most promising students" was so handsome. He stood in a few years ago the silk aunt station location, in the same light bright smile, is there a lattice shirt collar of buttons. The moment I heard the air resounded with a rewind-like "sand" voice, I think that's the voice of history repeating itself. Another station in living room smiling at me. Table I surprisingly good. Listening to their conversation, capture the voice of the guest. Occasionally take their food opportunities lift head and knocked his dark and burns the eyes. So I started to frequent to clips that furthest away from me, so I head can be justifiably carried must longer. He smiled, his eyes like a deep dark Lake, and that smile is thrown into the Lake of stones, swing kneading the light of the mottled, I could almost hear the water splashes. He took the plate out of my farthest dishes on the front of me, "you are like this, isn't it?" He told me that the first sentence. My mother said: "the Angel, you don't thank brother?" And then she said, "Tan-Fei, you know, this dish is watching the ailing's novels to learn to do. "Dad laughing:" she like to toss about these things at home. "Tan Fei said:" the professor said, comes back like writing a novel. "Mother laughed," are shameful thing, I like your age but also all day thinking about a writer, now the old. "Mother sighs, she has the ability to chat with people when the breath a sigh was a natural and comfortable. I forgot to say one thing, since after the removal of the silk aunt MOM amateur time trying to write a novel, the father was pleased to say that's mother youth dreams. I think what makes thin silk aunt mother found father occasionally need a run of woman. So the mother to start running in its own way, speed master turn． "I eat. "The sister said. Then a bit of a hurry up, also touched off a pair of chopsticks. "Fish haven't come yet. "My dad said. "I'm full. "Sister face. MOM, "our House North, also with a child, with strangers. Tan Fei, you have to taste my sweet and sour fish. You are from the South? "" On, "he nodded," Hunan, Phoenix. "" Tan Fei is Mr. Shen Cong-Wen's fellow. "Daddy-end up glass. "Well," mother laughed, "very well. "Hunan, Phoenix. I repeat in mind, what a beautiful name. It was at this time to hear the doorbell rang, the door opened, silk aunt is in such an abrupt and often Lady on stage time appears in front of us. "Guests?" A little surprised thin silk aunt. Tan Fei stood up, he said: "Hello. "Silk aunt laughed," are you a brother-in-law of students. "He nodded, he said:" Yes, Hello. "He said twice: Hello, this is not surprising that 90 per cent of men first met her would have little to do. Can I still tightly nipped chopsticks head. Mother-to-end with sweet and sour fish came in, she went out with a pale green and beautiful dishes. "Silk, don't just stand around, come over for dinner. "Mama look Tan Fei," she is very good at picking time, every time I do the fish she would come back. Dial-up "Silk aunt ear edge gave such a lock of hair, glanced at Tan-Fei, smile," the sixth sense. "He did not answer, I think he's watching and elegant silk aunt slender fingers. Take a deep breath, very thin silk aunt inputs and said: "good fragrance. "Then she looked up and saw mother and father, seriously said:" sister, brother-in-law, in fact, today I am back to tell you that I may, of course, only be possible to get married. "I like that surprised to stared upturned face Tan Fei corners distinct faces at this time the unimpeded into my eyes, but he did not see me, he looked at the face flat road, a beautiful woman of news. I smell a disturbing odor, a feeling of imminent what engulfed me. In it are becoming more and more intense, but accidentally heard inside the door. "Silk aunt, you want to get married?" Sister station in the bedroom door, just light in shadow. "Strange?" Silk turns his aunt charm. "The ... And who? " This is a stupid question is my question. Mother laughed, "Angel asked wisely, and who, this is the most important. "" Is, of course, and my boyfriend. "Silk aunt laugh, as before, very crisp, a bit loose," well, you do not so nervous, I also have not decided on. Detailed until today we have guests? "She turned her face," you don't mind, guests? I was this virtue, think of what you say. "He certainly wouldn't mind, of course she also knows that he won't mind, so she was asking for. A man how to mind a beautiful woman bold negligence? sure enough, he said: "my name is Phil Tan. "" The pretty name, guests. No, Tan Fei! " She smiled. Sat across from her, I looked at the silk aunt laughing side face. I know she won, now Tan Fei brain in addition to my silk aunt, will no longer have other, not to mention a know elongation his arm food silly child. Silk aunt to marry. Yes, but so what? I chewed her mother level of sweet and sour fish, chew each root bones, chew to sweet and sour fish sour and sweet all no longer exists, hard to swallow for a moment, I feel them from my throat hard fall, I said to myself: I like Tan Fei. At that time I did not know, in fact, fourteen-year-old Romeo and Juliet is really do not understand love, love is Shakespeare. I'm glad I Tan Fei is now a frequent visitor to our House, I'm so glad I now can and Tan Fei naturally chat won't blush, not incoherent as before, he is a very good chat, often with his wise humour made me very mad is mad. I'm looking forward to the weekend, on Friday a hurried after school and returned home changing clothes, Friday is my and my sister that little wardrobe of Friday. All the huge mess in infected at seven o'clock Bell "Boom, "a sound in disguise, I very easily, in addition to the wardrobe door, no one knows my confusion, particularly Tan Fei. Silk aunt now weekend home number visible much, but she has admittedly reasons — her wedding in three months. She sometimes even meal nor eat just like everyone goodbye-the man in the downstairs the car "Mercedes Benz", etc. We who have never seen him so we joked that he "Benz", silk aunt always said: "next week, next week will bring him home. "But this" next week "was really a long, long way to in my impression," Benz "have become like props, give the story a furtive ellipsis. Although sometimes overlook on dinner, but with Tan Fei to chat to a few elegant sentence or time. Her Earrings with the rhythm of speech shake, eyes focused staring Tan Fei's face, the eyes will moves a, dragonfly point of irrigated over anything else. I think I know why the ancients used the "Charme" this word to describe this woman, who is not a static, they flow, is always a process. More and more interesting. I said to myself. Silk aunt and Tan Fei — derui Lady and Julien? this analogy doesn't seem to stand up to criticism, but very close. I know I can't win the silk aunt, or rather, I do not have to compete with silk and aunt. I know who you are. But I was only fourteen years old, after all, as long as I want, I can earnestly really like Tan Fei decade or longer, ten years later I still have the 24-year-old youth, my eyes are guess when Tan Fei, in the face of the 24-year-old, I realized that I do not know when to have such a beautiful girl loves his decade — think of it are the heartbeat of romance. But silk aunt you? I wish you, after 10 years still to capture the still, if you start smoking, drinking, smoking lover, then you should look not too worn. Also I hope your "Benz" can also be as loyal as now. You'll also adults is such a thing? Think maybe every girl lived one and only original himself believed that the "heroic". Breast off and prick, just started near each month the soreness stomach, heart think someone warm dull pain. It happened that the three types of pain occur simultaneously, you think you became the world number one sad people. A bit of settled somewhat courageously ready to commemorate those who died in the battle of love — — pure, pure love, and pure. But the so-called "pure" are the same something very suspicious, or very cheap, or easily because no one is interested to become cheap. Can I still fall into. World running as usual, nothing as a 14-year-old girl love. In addition to her own. She began inexplicably that your hair is not just the gust. In case a dishevelled, and she then suddenly in the street caught Tan Fei? even though she knew little of this possibility. But like someone is itself a piece of probability in less than one thousandth, so those who love are somehow believe "by chance". I do not know it, that reasoning is not possible to draw people in love has become the "passive" in the hero's conclusions.