007 is far less handsome than 007, and he wears thin black glasses, short rolls and a bit of a hunchback. When we met, he was always dressed in black, loose and leisure style. Although no James Bond gentleman is tough, 0007, it's not disgusting. On the contrary, he's a lucky guy. The contours are soft, and there is no angle on or below the body. A sly eyes, sharp and mysterious, always making people think he wants to talk to you. Look at this mid-30 face, thin skin, a warm female look and a little tender. The old saying is that it's rich and it's not true.
He met 35 in Guam. This figure is marked by a personal cataloguing system, which, to be precise, is the latest collection of 35 women he has collected.
It was a golden week vacation, 007 taking their parents to Guam for a trip and staying at a hotel by the Bay of Dumont. He took his parents to the lover's cliffs, the Rainbow Church, to the beach, to the tan, to the sun, to the sea, and three people to the sea to see the dolphins. A few days ago, he was busy with his body and body, and his sweet three-person days were rare, reminding him of his distant childhood. His grandparents were always with him at that time, and the material conditions of grace had kept him at ease, and the warm and secure companionship of his ideal affection was nothing but a daily good for him. And Dad's Benz, which has been carrying him many times, is the most fascinating toy, which is why he chose to be in the car industry.
So he's always been happy. School, work away from home, start a business, get married and have children, all of which are important points of life and have been nourished by affection. When he thinks about his family, he feels real. Most men of this age feel the pain of being alone, which is not common in their lives. Besides, he has two loving sons, poaching and salsa, who have yet to figure out what to buy for them this time.
The sun was so high that he was so hot that the white beach outside the hotel window was roasted. Early in the morning, he was driving a rented hornet to his parents' Chamorro cultural village on the island, which was a popular area, allowing them to wander for half a day. On the way back, he decided to dive. In fact, 007 dived many times, but technology was never good. He always felt dangerous under the water, but at the same time it was tempting to lose control. He enjoyed the feeling that he was trapped in the depths of the sea - almost as if he had been in love for a long time, weightless and completely detached from routines. Back at the hotel, he booked a boat to dive in the Blue Hole. In the distance of waiting for the bus, he stood in the hotel's broad porch watching the cars parked at the door. "It's not as good as the old man's car," 007. The collection of the Grand Master's car started about six years ago, and at one chance he saw an old Shanghai on the show, he was possessed. Since then, one has been followed by another: Old Shanghai, Benz W123, Buick Lubbe in 1935, Willis Jeep in 1945 each with different temperaments, different ideas, lines and details. He prefers to sit alone in a car, close his eyes, touch with his hands the small and large parts inside the car, and repeat his most popular possession.
This greed is similar to his desire for women. He also failed to remember when he began to pursue women in a collection and gave them numbers. He wants to experience women of different styles and tastes.
His wife is number 14, a full-time housewife. They talked once about this identity. His wife knew about his collection, but the relationship was not rigid. Probably the main obstacle to money, he thought, after all, was the 14th or the smart one, and whatever he did, she would probably have left him. Or else he wouldn't have trusted her with pilfering and sand. This contractual relationship was maintained by two individuals for many years. He really doesn't care. He just needs a wife. It doesn't matter what number.
Watching a couple of cars in the yard that didn't belong to him, 007 was kind of grumpy, and he began to flash a picture in his head.
The 18th and 19th occurred almost at the same time, one by his company and the other by the wife of a former colleague. It was also summer, and the long head of No. 18 was always rubbing his face like a blind, lazy and comfortable. She's so white and her voice is fine, but she's always sweaty. The corner of 007 is bent again. The 19th was a challenge. It took him a lot of thought. At first, we talked to her company about working together, and 007 wasn't meant to get private affairs into their hands, but the 19th certainly had a fatal appeal. She was taller than him, walking fast, always leaving him with a strong back. Those eyes were particularly unforgettable, as sharp as scissors, and she felt like she was cut off when she first met. For the sake of the contract, don't take the risk. He kept warning himself. Until one day, she left a blue star pin on her white shirt. A flat, fat star of the sea brought back to him a fragrance in his father ' s car as a child, a seastar bottle with a layer of blue sponges. He still remembers the smell of mints. Seastar 19, which is silver, has a dark and shallow sea blue on it, and has a strange parallel to her cold appearance. That's the moment that 007 decided to take off the starfish.
The 21st, 25th, 28th, 29th and 33rd were all one-night stands. Alcohol works. It doesn't mean anything. I can't remember what they're wearing right now. How can it be so easy to relax standards by beginning to reflect on whether their collections are somewhat different?
He never wanted to be a hunter's greasy old devil. At least in his heart, he always drew a line between himself and that kind of role. He simply enjoyed the feeling of swimming in the game, and couldn't stand life without taste, and couldn't stop the game. So like diving, again and again, he's looking for a challenge for himself. It's hard to breathe away from the desire to be nourished by desire.
The car to the Blue Hole finally came. It's an empty car. It's a surprise. He got in the car, sat side by side at the handle, and the wind was still hot. The car drove all the way down the Bay of Dumong, and the clear blue slowly spread in front of his eyes, with a growing area. There was a shining beach and the car was parked in front of the next hotel. The sound of the clothing rubbing skin, soothing, someone got in the car. And he turned his back, and saw only a piece of wine red, and the waves filled his eyes. The wine that has been sown on the earth is uneven, bright and bright, and is still shaking. The red wine seemed to be on his head, all over him, softly, "Hey, just one person."
007 feels a little shiver in the chest, and it's good to see.
"I'm watching."