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The right person can forget this, said strange Hob.
Then he stared at Inman and looked at him. His straight clothes said that you were dressed too rigidly. You have to show some character when chasing girls and men.
Inman knew very well that they would talk about this topic all the time until someone finally got up the courage to go to Ada’s place and show off their ugliness or ridicule each other until two people got really angry and ran outside to fight. His finger raised to his forehead and said goodbye and left.
He went straight to Sally Swanze and said that he could introduce me to an acre of wasteland.
Sally is wearing a wide-brimmed bonnet, and her eyes are blocked. She has to take a step back and look up at Inman. She smiles at Inman and raises her hand to touch the gold copper collar needle back and forth.
You see, I don’t even ask who the other person is, she said
Now is a good time, Inman said, looking at Ida with her eyes turned to everyone. She stood with her back to everyone and read the tombstone inscription with great interest. The skirt was wet by the tall grave grass and I don’t know when it was dragged in the mud.
Mrs. Swanzo held his black sleeve with her thumb and fingers, so Inman was gently led across the garden and came to Ida. When she put the sleeve down, Inman raised her hand to take the hat, and the other hand was pressed back and forth, and her hair was smoothed from her temples to her back, and then her palm was wiped from her forehead to her head to make her expression return. However, Mrs. Swanzo cleared her throat and Ida turned around.
Miss Monroe, Mrs. Swanzer has a bright smile on her face. Mr. Inman very much hopes that you can meet his parents. This church is where their family built Sally. By the way, tell Ada to let her know before she leaves.
Ida turned her eyes and looked straight at Inman. Only then did she realize that she was not ready to say anything. Ida had already said something without waiting for him to ponder.
Inman was amused by the impatience in her tone. He turned to the distant place where the river bypassed the foot of the mountain and tried his best not to raise his mouth. The red trees on the river bank were drenched with rain, and their leaves were drooping with bright luster. They were blocked by hidden rocks. The river rose and fell, and the water was dark and dignified like melting glass. Inman held the top of his hat in his hand for a moment and stared at the top of his hat. It seemed that according to his previous experience, he knew what to hit inside and waited sincerely.
Ida looked at his face for a while, and then looked into the hat pocket. Inman controlled himself from looking at the hat mouth for fear that his face just now looked like a dog guarding a groundhog hole.
He looked up at Ida, and her palms turned and raised an eyebrow to show that she didn’t know
You can say something about your hat now, she said
The main thing is that everyone is curious about you, Inman said
Think talking to me is like something new, right?
fault
Then it’s like a challenge. Maybe those idiots over there dared you to come
Root is not
Well, after all, have you made a metaphor?
It’s like catching a prick. So far, it’s been like this
Ida smiled and nodded. I didn’t expect him to know the word metaphor.
Then she said, let me ask you something. Just now, a woman talked about the weather. She said it was sheep killing day. I have been thinking about whether she said this weather is suitable for killing sheep or that bad weather can kill sheep rather than drown them or let them get pneumonia.
It’s the former Inman theory
Oh, well, thank you so much. You did a good thing.
She turned and walked to her father. Inman saw her holding Monroe’s arm and saying something to him. Then they boarded the bus and drifted away in two rows of hedges full of blackberries.
It’s getting late. Inman finally walks away. There is a big river that produces water in front of the short pine forest. The sun just stops on the other side of the river. The horizon gas is wrapped in misty fog. Everything is stained with a yellow color. It’s raining harder. The river has overflowed to the shore. The water is wide and urgent. Even Inman is a good swimmer, he can’t swim across it. So he can walk along the river bank. On the right is a gloomy pine forest. On the left is a hateful river. I hope to find an unguarded bridge or railway bridge.
This is a land that is hated by gods and ghosts. Except for the new rain rushing into the red soil, the roads are deep and flat, and there are low pine trees everywhere. At one time, there were fine hardwood trees here, but they have been cut down for a long time. Their only trace now is that the cross section of stumps is the size of a table, and poisonous vines are densely covered in the forest. As far as the eye can see, they are covered with pine trees around the branches, pine needles are caught by dense vines, and the outline of pine trees becomes blurred and heavy, and they look like gray-green beasts coming from the ground.
These Woods look sinister and dangerous. They remind Inman that during the war in the coastal area, a man once showed him a tiny plant, a furry little monster that grew in the swamp. It would eat meat. They fed it with thin sticks and pieces of fat. If you put your fingertips in front of its mouth, it would bite you. These lowland Woods seem to be almost gone. The same trick is that the scale of the damage will be even more terrible.
Inman wants to leave here as soon as possible, but the wide and long river in front of him is a excrement-yellow obstacle liquid that blocks his way. It is more like trickle syrup than water. He hopes that it will never be so disgusting that one day he will become comfortable with this water. In his mind, it is not worthy to be called the river in his hometown. The word means that the rock is covered with moss and the water is rushing forward under the strong gravity. No river is so wide that you can’t throw a stick across the river. Every place in every river is crystal clear.
And this wide ditch in front of us is a stain on the earth, not some piles inserted into the mud at the bottom of the river. In front of it, there is a lot of frothy yellow garbage, and the muddy and stagnant river is as dirty as a pit painted with brown iron plates.
Inman wandered forward and attacked everything in this land. He would think it was his home and worth fighting, but he knew that the only thing worth fighting in his mind at this time was that he lived peacefully in the cold mountain somewhere near the head of the Skepket River in the Gehexicha Valley.
He thought of his hometown, where the tall trees are thin and the air is so cool all the year round. The trunk of Liriodendron tulipifera looks like an upside-down locomotive. When he returns to his hometown, he wants to build a wooden house for himself on a high and cold mountain. Except in autumn, he flies past the clouds and the nighthawk. No one can hear him crying out in pain. This lonely and quiet life, he won’t need his ears. Adaken will go with him, so he may hope that one day his despair will be washed away by the water, leaving a trace of his past. It makes little difference, but this hope is so far away that he can hardly see
Although he sincerely believes that if he keeps thinking about one thing, it will become real, but that hope has never become clear. No matter how hard he tries, he holds hope, just like a man lighting a candle on a distant mountain top, and he depends on it to guide the direction.
He continued on his way, and soon it was dark, and the waning moon shone through the cracks in the clouds. He came to a fork leading to the river, and people set up a sign at the water’s edge saying, "Five yuan for the ferry" and shouted.
A wooden stake with a strong rope stretched across the river and disappeared into the water. Near the other side, it stretched out from the water surface and tied to another wooden stake. A window was lit and smoke came out of the chimney.
Inman shouted to the other side for a few moments. Now a man waved at the door and turned around and went in. Soon the man hit the rope behind the house again, dragging a canoe into the water, and then crossed the boat to the place where the water slowed down. Even though the water resistance was still very strong, he saw that the man was struggling to paddle all the time, as if he was going to paddle all the way in this direction, he would just turn around and sit up straight to let the boat float to the east coast with ease. The canoe was very old and the wood was bleached by the sun whenever the moon drilled her through the clouds.
The canoe stood close to Inman. Only then did she see that the boat was not a ferryman, but a girl with a red apple face. Judging from her dark skin, she should be of Indian descent. It was a generation or two ago. Inman felt a little yellow in the dark, and her hands were big and strong. Every paddle’s forearm muscles swelled with skin. Her black hair hung freely over her shoulders and whistled to the shore. She came from the canoe barefoot and walked into the mud. The bow rope pulled it to the shore. Inman pulled out a five-dollar bill from her pocket and handed it over, but she didn’t reach out to pick it up.