(June 14, 2008, 23:40:13) Music: Fragma Tocas Miracle Zoo 105 2008 Remix.mp3 Yesterday, on Friday, after training, I was like under a spell and rode my bike to the Panjiayuan antique market. Among the items that at first glance seemed to have deep cultural heritage but upon closer inspection were just a bunch of deliberately crafted junk to cater to the mentality of nostalgia for the sake of sophistication, I bought a copper bowl. I thought the joy would be a strong mental support to ride home from Panjiayuan, but unexpectedly, I suddenly felt chest tightness almost to the point of suffocation. And at this time, Beijing's sky was like Gaola Zhuang in the past, with colors changing rapidly, matching my unpredictable mood. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered, and the black day replayed. When I passed Chaoyang Gate, I couldn't help it anymore, so I found a trash can and threw away the copper bowl. Watching the clouds getting lower and lower, the dance music in my earphones was like a death drum driving my legs pedaling unconsciously. I knew I couldn't escape the rain, and finally, when there was only one traffic light left before reaching home, I was soaked. Originally planning to sleep early, but a call from Tony Zhang, with an irresistible reason, pulled me out of the door: "Junjun's birthday. Beautiful will A card 1."
It's always hard to wake up on a rainy morning, and today was no exception. After eating, showering, tidying things up and leaving the house (if it weren't for my mom, I'd definitely be late for my first Spanish class), I waited at the agreed place, looking at the street scenery. RuiRui's appearance was so natural, without any trace of premeditation. The one-on-one Wall Street-style class began the moment I opened his newly bought textbook for me. RuiRui's teaching was very thorough because he clearly understood the thinking patterns and methods of English learners. Plus, his comparison of two languages and the essence he digested and summarized after learning, the content and efficiency of three hours and two classes far exceeded the meaning and concept presented by the pages, directly getting to the point. I liked it.
Lunch should have been a big treat for him, but the rain wouldn't stop. I realized that all the previous singing and praise of its beautiful state were made under conditions where I didn't get wet, not in the current soggy physical condition. Just passing through the underground passage, a plate of roasted fish was enough to send us off. Alas, next time we'll make up for it. The plan afterward was to go to Tianyi to look for the wooden box I wanted to buy, accompanied by RuiRui, but we returned empty-handed. After mocking that Tianyi wasn't all-encompassing and dropping RuiRui off at his place, I went to Wantong, still with no result. With no other choice, I had to give up and go train.
Knowing that the subway had a new ticketing system, I specially exchanged the only non-red purple-blue ticket in my wallet into five one-yuan notes, but when I came to the machine, I found it only accepted five-yuan and ten-yuan notes. One of my smart moves failed because I didn't have those denominations. Just as I was about to shout unreasonably, I suddenly realized the reason. After sighing twice, I still headed towards the manual window.
Rowing back is undoubtedly annoying, and it can shake your years-long determination to keep training, just like squats. It questions the basic goal of "using muscles to attract handsome men" and overturns the basic requirement of "go hard or go home." Looking at the Italian handsome man squatting next to me, whose butt was so swollen that the elastic band of his pants was almost exposed, like wearing a low-cut evening gown, I gritted my teeth, cursed, and endured.
Because of my reluctance at noon, I went to Nanluoguxiang again, and bought the Indian carved wooden box I had set my eyes on last week.