Singing Snowberg

Chapter Seven

Lost Language <3>

There’re reasons behind our every move, we moved, we’re moving and will move and will be moving are all behind reasons. So that you could reason every move to its origin. Why somebody committed suicide, why somebody killed somebody. Even all of the non-human phenomena are behind physical theories. Human theories, which propel our decisions, are harder to discover, because they aren’t what you could see with eyes, only perceivable with our own hearts, but a heart changes and is unpredictable.
“Marine balls, for free, we’re in.” Salix’s happy. He drags me into the ocean of colourful balls, this is something like a big smoking scene. “Why is it for free?” I can’t see him. “You tell me, huh?” Some balls are cast into the air, suddenly gives me the urge to squeeze them. Why ask why?
I hear a voice, in fact it’s me remembering the day I left Southpole. Devo spoke something strange in the bed.
“Qui-co-lay qui-co-lay ya-lo-ik ya-lo-ik....” He watched me with only two words coming from his mouth. The hospital was quiet enough for his echoing voice. Qui-co-lay and ya-lo-ik, I’m trying to understand. That dictionary must have the explanation.
“What are you saying?” “Something I heard when I left Southpole.” Salix changes his facial expression, “that language he used to speak? She told us it’s invented by a mad woman.” “She? Who?” “Devo’s grandma.” I suppose she gave me the dictionary.
He hits me with a ball, “we’re playing, be happy!” I’m stuck in many ways, so many mysteries.
I tried to be happy with Salix, but I’m sure we have something missed. Just not right. “We need a talk.”
We headed back to my cell.
“Could you explain one by one what happened the past month?” I’m desperate to know everything, “why don’t you talk to me like before? You’ve changed.” He’s scratching his hair, “I explained, but you forgot them again.” Oh, it’s my fault. “I’m really sick, aren’t I?” I must be looked pitiful. He turns to the little window, this pause is killing me. “I’m sick, I should be in the hospital, and you should leave me.”
I didn’t expect his silence but somehow this is how is he behaving in this moment. I’m wordless to speak again. I’ll be alright, I should be stronger than before. At least I have myself. I raise my arms, my skin is shining under the artificial sunlight, so surreal. I think about the novels I saw back in my school time. Too many of them have ugly characters, why did those writers create more ugliness for this world? Like me, I should be living under someone’s typewriter, on the plain white papers. Am I real myself, why am I thinking this madly? Salix, he stands straight as an arrow with his back facing me, what is he thinking? If I’m fake then he must be fake too. But if he doesn’t support me then what’s the matter go on living whatever on the paper or the reality?
Finally he turns to me, I can’t figure out what’s on his face, which is out of focus like the background in the dreams. Oh I want my dreams. So I close my eyes, maybe I’m just tired, a good sleep would make me remember everything, and change him back to whom he used to be.
His hands are on my face, even his fingers are pitying me. Then I was put on his shoulders. “It’s okay Cyano. People get lost. I could always pick you up. I’ll speak to you, even you’ll forget a million times.” This time I know I’m desperate for everything, even for him. “I’m sorry Salix.” “Just don’t say something like that again.”
I should stop ask him about what happened in the past month, I need to find them myself. We spent the whole evening in the cell, we chatted like before like real friends. Yeah friends, I should also stop to take it for granted that he should offer everything to me. And everything feels just good like how I felt when we sat together. It’s not awkward even no words between us.
“You and her had an extremely long conversation back there.” Yes I should say, “yeah, long conversation. I think she changed me.” Salix raises his eyebrows, “you even dragged me to a bar, we got drunk as hell, totally forgot what our mission was.” “Mission?” “To take back the plant.” Oh it’s the little flower on the desk near the bed. “We planted it on the boat and it grew so quick.” “Yes. I should remember that, what a lovely flower. We should linger longer in China, to see more about where he used to live.” “You said you hated there, you hated his families except his grandma.” I could I say something so horrible, “oh I was sentimental, I was.. desperate.”

Singing Snowberg (雪山在唱歌)为《蓝》系列的第二卷，首发为英文。第一卷为《外婆的玫瑰》。为本人原创作品，版权©所有。