I couldn't take my eyes off it the moment I saw it. A touch of bright red flooded into my eyes. His twisted body, spread wings, crooked mouth and fixed hairstyle all show his pain. I carefully studied the gesture of his right hand: the little finger clung to the palm of his hand, and the thumb stretched down hard, as if an independent life was struggling. The other three fingers spread out and moved in the direction they wanted to go, trying to escape from the bondage of the palm. On the arm extending from the finger, the muscles are attached to the hand bone like lines and leeches, and the lines are clearly visible. Finally saw his name-accidental South. A story that belongs to the south by accident.
This book tells about people and things in the south. Or life in the south. Those drunks, ghosts, fools, barbarians, lunatics, gamblers … are so special and so familiar. It's just that in a different south, these people are beautiful.
I don't know if I am preconceived about him, or if I gradually lost my mind in reading. I forgot my real life. Thinking about their life experiences, as if they were living alone.
I am an alcoholic. I have been drinking since I was a child. When I was six years old, I drank with three officers, watched them fall down one by one, and then slept for ten days and nights.
I am a ghost, hiding in the bamboo forest in the south, afraid to see people and the sun.
I am a fool. I have to wait for my friends in my last life by the broken bridge on the 15th of every month. People who have been asking for directions for 30 years, "Have we known each other before?"
I am a fool, angry with my wife, and casually said to my father-in-law who came to argue, "Buy the food and wine, eat when you come, and leave when you leave!" " "
I am also a madman, talking to insects and birds all day, getting excited and singing to wine; Lost, in distress situation.
I'm also a gambler. I've been running a casino for decades, and I've won casual gambling, but of course I haven't lost. Finally, I lost the capital of life-life in gambling with wizards.
After turning over 278 pages, my life broke with the breaking of the paper. However, back to my real body, I typed more than 600 words crazily. This is my accidental life in the south.