Attachment is a continuous infusion of consciousness that usually does not loosen up because one or two times it is inconsistent with the imagination.
Not only that, but it may be exacerbated by exceptions.
With the sound of the flight attendant prompting the small table board to be put away and fastening the seat belt on the radio, the Yunteng plane that was steaming with white fog next to the luggage rack in my mind had also landed smoothly, and my hanging heart also fell. For the entire second half of the journey, I almost spent the second half of my brain interpreting the story before and after the flight to Luzhou, forgetting the mountains that made me nervous just outside the porthole. Perhaps it is accurate to say that the white mist in the cabin of the Yunteng replaces the mountains outside the porthole of Boeing 737, which is the tension of time and space, as if it were a dream. At this point, pretending to be calm has become real calm at the same time.
However, the composure was limited to a short period of time after the two flights stood smoothly, and the obsession with flight concerns not only did not lighten, but seemed to deepen, after all, the process was indeed undulating.
Therefore, when Director Cheng decided to fly back, to be honest, I accepted it hard. It wasn't in my plans, I was thinking about a day and a half on the train just enough to rest and enjoy the delicious food on the two food trucks.
Unable to change, I had to accept it happily. Not to mention that I still have the Toyota Cup in my heart at night, and I will definitely miss it by taking the train. The Toyota Cup became my spiritual pillar, a pill to distract my obsession.
Although it seemed to convince himself, how could the obsession be completely dispelled by just one or two pills. There's one situation that worries me a lot, and that's the weather. The weather in Shanghai is gloomy and it feels like it's going to drizzle at any moment. This kind of weather is actually very frustrating, at least not exciting. Of course, this is Shanghai, not our city more than two thousand kilometers away. The problem is that, judging by experience, this winter is about to enter the season of number nine, which is the season of rain and rain in our local area, not only is the air wet and cold, but also gray. Above the sky, there are heavy clouds, and the sky is not visible. The thickness of the clouds is difficult to predict.
I thought again of the mountains, the mountains outside the portholes, and the airport we were going to land at was between the mountains.
"Worrying about the sky!" I quickly reminded myself not to think too much, "Maybe it's an exceptional sunny sunshine!" ”
It was in this repeated game with obsession that I buckled my seat belt and, of course, held a copy of The Translation Forest in my hand at the same time, as in all long journeys.
Good morning, October 31.