chapter 8 punishment for you

The car drove into the old community. I pressed down the window first to see if Penelope had moved my luggage out. The result satisfied me. Although I did not abide by the agreement, there was no luggage of mine downstairs. It looked like My last warning worked. All the way up the stairs, I opened the door, but it was dark inside. I looked at Penelope's room, and there was no light in the crack of the door. It turned out that she did not come back tonight. No wonder her car was not seen downstairs. No wonder She didn't move my luggage out. It doesn’t matter if I don’t come back, I can stay here tonight again. Perhaps this is the only comfort God gives me at the end of the day. After a simple wash, I lay on the bed, turned off the light and closed my eyes. The world suddenly became quiet. I thought I could fall asleep quickly in this state, but some fragments were unexpected. into my mind. These clips are all about the past. Looking back on the past brings out the emptiness and abjection of the present. I don’t understand why Wesley and Zoey were able to persist in their relationship after graduation and finally got married, while Emily and I were so bleak. I really hope Emily can tell me in person what exactly is it that I didn't do well enough, but such a simple request turned out to be a luxury. So I suffered in confusion for 2 years and suffered from corruption for 2 years. I wiped my face heavily and sat up from the bed. After sitting there for a long time, I got out of bed and found the guitar that had been gathering dust for a long time from the cabinet. I wanted to sing a song and give it to myself and Emily. Tune the tune with the tuner, pluck the strings, and the song Ying Hao hums out of his mouth. "Who can see clearly this prosperity, once again, the eyes are blurred; who can hide from this hustle and bustle, once again, erode you; who has mentioned this past, once again, forget you; who will meet again in this next life, again I can fall in love with you once I lost my way and couldn't find the map. It's so hard to walk this road of love. I lost my way and couldn't find a way out. Why has the world become so numb? I lost my way and couldn't find the way back. This... Everyone around me is a stranger; I have lost my way and am stuck in the same place, but your heart has flown far away." When I sang the last line, I felt a warm feeling in the corners of my eyes. I was lost, really lost. I thought I had traveled far in the past two years, but I was still treading water on a map called love. , but her heart flew far away I lit a cigarette and just took a puff when there was a sudden knock on the door. I was so frightened that I almost broke the strings of my guitar. No one was at home. Penelope's voice came from outside the door: "If you are very interested in singing, please find a place without people. This is a residential area." I put on my slippers and opened the door. Penelope stood in front of me in suspender pajamas. Her curvy figure was comparable to Zoey, but her pretty face was so quiet under the dim light, which made her temperament unparalleled. "Didn't you just hear me singing: Am I lost? I'm lost. How can I find a place with no one?" I said with a half-smile. "Strong words to make sense" I ignored Penelope's dissatisfaction and asked, "Why are you at home?" "I always." "I didn't see your car downstairs." "It's parked in the open space opposite." "No wonder" I sighed and immediately wanted to close the door. I was afraid that Penelope would mention moving to me. It was already almost one o'clock in the night. Where could I move? Penelope pushed the door with both hands to prevent me from succeeding. I glared at her and asked, "Are you really planning on asking me to move out now?" "No."Penelope paused and said, "Don't you want to sing and get lost? I can take you to a place where no one is around and let you vent to your heart's content." "Are you really that good?" I asked warily. "Anyway, I have been so noisy by you that I can't sleep anymore. If you are still interested, I can be your audience." After thinking for a while, he added: "You have a good voice." I think this is because Penelope took the initiative to repair the relationship with me, or she was amazed by my singing, or she felt pity for me, a decadent man. Anyway, no matter what the motivation was, I felt that I could agree to her request. Because I have insomnia too, so let’s go crazy together After a while, Penelope changed her clothes, and I walked downstairs with her in my pajamas and slippers, holding the guitar in my hand. Penelope drove her car, and I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. It wasn't like I had never been in a luxury car before, but this was my first time in the Q7, so I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Before I could fasten my seat belt, Penelope had already stepped on the accelerator. The strong back thrust of the Q7 almost knocked me to death on the car glass. "Do you want a corpse sitting next to you this late at night?" I said angrily to Penelope, stroking my sore head. "Who told you not to wear a seat belt? People who don't follow the rules deserve to be hit,"Penelope said lukewarmly. I pointed at Penelope and said angrily but helplessly: "Just take revenge on me." Penelope ignored me at all and drove the car without any expression. About twenty minutes later, Penelope really took me to a deserted suburban area where no one would come. She stopped the car, put on the handbrake, and finally turned off the engine and said to me: "There is no one here, so just sing to your heart's content." "The space in the car is too small, so I can't use it." "Then you go down and sing." "You think I'm stupid? You're going to drive away later. Where can I go to complain?" I said warily. Since she just deliberately started the car while I wasn't wearing my seat belt, I suspected that she didn't press the button. Kindhearted. "You talk so much nonsense,"Penelope said, loosening her seatbelt and getting out of the car first, looking like a gentleman and a magnanimous person. I also got out of the car and stood side by side with Penelope. Looking at the sky, I realized that the weather was good this night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the air was good. I felt like I had finally escaped the hustle and bustle. My heart gradually calmed down, and I was really grateful to Penelope for taking me to this quiet place with such interest. I needed to vent my many unhappiness and dissatisfaction with reality. He plucked the guitar strings and sang the song "The Metamorphosis of Timothy" first. After singing the song, Penelope unexpectedly applauded me and asked: "Do you also like serious music?" "Yes, if there are more instruments, it will be more exciting to sing." I said, and I was a little surprised that Penelope actually knew this song. You must know that serious music is not for the general public, and has strong artistic and academic qualities. Whether it is a singer or a Appreciators need certain aesthetic abilities. Penelope nodded and said: "You are not as idiot as you look." "Judging talents by their appearance makes you narrow-minded." Penelope didn't care about my confrontation with her and said to me: "Please continue." I put down the guitar and said to Penelope: "You should know a lot about music. Can you play the guitar? Come on." "As promised, I'll be the audience, so you can continue." I nodded. In such a bleak night, in the boundless wilderness, there is an extremely beautiful woman who is willing to be my audience. It is a gift from God. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt even more guilty for being so rude to Penelope before. In fact, she was quite nice to me. She lent me money, took me in for an extra night, and now she vented my frustration with me. Maybe I was rude. I really need to change my temper. A gust of cold wind blew by, and Penelope subconsciously tucked up her thin clothes. I couldn't bear it and said to her: "You can get in the car and I can vent my feelings on my own." "you sure" I nodded. Penelope opened the door and got into the car, but she was not completely isolated from me. She pressed down the window and held her chin with one hand and looked at me, as if she was looking forward to my next song. I plucked the guitar strings and sang another song. Just as I was getting into it, the car behind me suddenly started. I turned around suddenly and saw that Penelope had already put on her seat belt. She said to me with a half-smile: "Your voice is really good, but I have to leave first. This is your punishment for not keeping your promise and being rude and unreasonable." After saying that, the car shot through the night like an arrow. shady story. "Fuck you." I took off my slippers and threw them at her car, but it didn't hurt. "Damn it, you bastard, I know you didn't take advantage of my sympathy according to your good intentions, so you're going to strike me with lightning, fuck me, I'm not done with you." I turned around anxiously, and my incoherent words disappeared. Penelope, who was in my sight, cursed. I've always been familiar with everyone. I trust easily and don't like to be defensive. I really deserve to end up like this.