Where can I find Anne Baby's short stories?

She mainly wrote some for City Pictorial and found two for you:

The performance of Annie Baby in City Pictorial No.249/250

When he fell asleep, she had difficulty breathing in the hot air conditioner in the room. So he went into the small kitchen to boil water. I saw my body and a pale face in the floor mirror. This face seems to glow. Of course, she knew she was getting old. Women don't start aging at 25. Actually, it started at the age of 16. 16 years old, she knows what texture she is. Some subtle moments of time are always so sensitive in the friction of the heart, so I feel vaguely sad whenever and wherever. Involuntary, also unknown so. She knew then that she was getting old.

The midnight music station plays noisy Japanese and Korean pop songs. There are no good China love songs. She drank the hot water in the cup and then sat on the sofa. At the moment, she can't find another blanket or quilt to cover her body. In this way, I trembled slightly in the cold air. His black suit, trousers, white shirt, blue and red striped silk tie and black calfskin belt are scattered on the sofa. The suitcase she brought with her was put in the corner, and the lid was opened to reveal the bag containing clothes and cosmetics. The fiber box was covered with traces of wear and collision, as if she had not found any naked body. She will board the plane at the airport at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon and then return to Shanghai. Of course, he provided these two air tickets. He provides: air tickets, hotels, high-end restaurants, luxury gifts bought in duty-free shops. She offered: two days, a completely dominated young body. How to explain this exchange. Of course, it takes time for them to pay for each other.

At that time, she first met him at the company's business dinner. The most important task of her company's sales department this year is to sell the raw materials produced to this large German multinational company. His communication and coping skills are certainly more than enough to deal with local company salesmen like them. In fact, throughout the dinner, his attitude was a little patient and perfunctory. She doesn't know why the superior asked him out. Maybe she took advantage of very complicated relationships. This matter is obviously a waste of time for him. Out of pure courtesy, he sat for about 40 minutes. Then he found a reasonable reason and left the meeting calmly. He accepted their business cards. But everyone knows it won't help. She hasn't had a chance to talk, but she feels that a 43-year-old middle-aged man sitting opposite her is watching her casually. That's right. That's an exam. It seems that he can see through her texture and know the poor and powerless life hidden under her quiet and light body. She struggled to make a living in her abandoned vulgar hometown, living in Shanghai, and sharing a small and remote room with others. After a college romance, she never felt like going home. In this direct view, she lowered her eyebrows and rubbed her fingers gently. This is really a humble situation. But the moment she saw him, she knew he was a man she couldn't refuse or get.

A week later, he sent her a short message. Say, your skirt is really beautiful. It suits you very well. If you break up your hair, it will be more appropriate to braid it into a slightly sloppy braid. He remembered the cotton Blagi she was wearing that night. Many of her clothes are made in a small tailor's shop because they are cheap. This seamstress from Anhui has the same interests as her, and both like the clothing styles, classical fabrics and outdated designs of the 1950s and 1960s. The skirt she was wearing that day was pleated, with a faint bird wing shadow on the sky blue background. She is 27 years old and is not good at words. She usually does paperwork, but because she has a flawless face, it is sometimes appropriate as a decoration at dinner parties. He didn't accept the promotion of their company in the end. Europeans do things very calmly. But he wanted her to understand that he had opened a channel for her. He noticed her and was very interested.

She is a tiny molecule floating in this big city. Just like everyone else. I have no family background, no power, no superior academic qualifications, no brilliant professional resume, no religious beliefs, no beliefs, no dependence, no protection and trust for anything around me, and no pleasure for myself. She even feels that she has no love for herself. Because she doesn't love her life, and she doesn't love the content in it. She just lives in Shanghai, a strange city, with exuberant youth, clever mind and strong enough desire. For the desire to survive. I hope to live with a little happiness and dignity. How do we change the world? In the crowded subway during commuting time, I am crowded in the stinking crowd, hoping that I can't shrink into a skin film to get a chance to breathe. In the subway late at night after working overtime, empty carriages roared past. Under the pale light, those who are sleepy and tired turn blue and their bodies are old and corrupt. This city is so dirty and heartless. The texture of metal. She went back to her humble rental house in Yangpu District and washed her hair and body repeatedly with hot water under the shower head in the narrow bathroom. Of course she knows that she is a beautiful young woman. If her existence has no value, then she can only continue to live humbly and quietly. Like insects in dark soil.

A month later, he came to Shanghai for a meeting again and dated her. She changed into another Blagi, light blue linen, which was washed very soft and faded slightly, and the skirt was a little off-line. He saw her thick black hair tied in a loose braid on the left, wrapped in thin blue and red cotton thread, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He took her to a French restaurant converted from an old building for dinner. The candlelight is dim, and there are large residual murals on the wall. She didn't know how to eat western food. She was a little flustered for a while, but she finally decided to do it quietly in her most natural way. Spread the vanilla bread by hand, spread it with butter and put it in your mouth to chew. Quietly, without making any noise. He talked with her, the topic was simple, but the thought was profound and true. I majored in mathematics and got a master's degree in Europe. In order to find a job, I also read an MBA. Married a German wife, gave birth to two hybrids, and changed her German nationality. He got the opportunity to work in China, commuting between Munich and Peking. But my favorite place is Zurich. He said. After working there for four years, I rode my bike across the great lake at dusk, and my heart was very peaceful. Many China people in Europe don't like the cold there, but I think it's just right. Maybe I don't like excitement. I like quiet and clean things.

He said, I like quiet and clean things. Of course. She is also a quiet and clean thing. He is probably the kind of top student who has excellent academic performance, is keen on sports and leads a totally clean life. But he won't hide his interest in women. Because he knew he was qualified. He wants to get physical and emotional pleasure in love and needs a rich, balanced and clean relationship. He is an aesthetic man with higher education. Some relationships are not taboo to him. After dinner, he asked her if she could accompany him to the concert, which was played by Mendelssohn and Chopin. Because it's not far, they go on foot. Walking through the old street with tall and stout French phoenix trees, mottled shadows floated on the face and clothes under the light, as if walking through a doomed future. Even in the early summer, this man is wearing a refreshing shirt and a suit and tie. No stains, wrinkles, breakage or shrinkage. There is no perfunctory, lazy, lax and evasive. In the theater, I felt stuffy as soon as I sat down. He took off his suit, and a faint smell of men's perfume slowly emanated from the dark audience. It smells of pine trees and moss. If nothing happens, there are many twists and turns, and the winding path is quiet and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The smell never leaked before undressing. A sigh swept over her heart. My eyes looked at the velvet curtain that slowly opened, but my heart was broken.

The music is very nice. Beautiful, vibrating. It has nothing to do with the subway, narrow bathroom and blue face. The people around me look so well dressed and polite, as if they were in two completely different worlds from her usual life. These people never existed in her world. He doesn't exist either. After the performance, she went to the bathroom. Put some lipstick on the mirror and apply a thin layer of powder. Walking into the brightly lit hall, the gorgeous dendritic crystal lamp is like a nightmare. He has put on a suit and stood in the corner, quietly waiting for her and watching her. Of course she knows that she is better now under such circumstances. It should be said that she has never been so radiant and happy.

He took her back to the parking lot of the western restaurant to get the car. In the darkness and shadow, his hand has been raised and gently covered her girlish shoulder. His fingers are thin and cold, and they smell clean. This finger moves lightly and delicately, stroking the skin under her cheek, extending to the earlobe and auricle, and then gently touching her upper lip. There is a small bulge in the middle of her upper lip, which looks very subtle at ordinary times, but he clearly perceives the meaning. He stroked the bump, the other person's skin squirmed, and she heard heavy breathing in his throat. He smells like a wild animal. Burning. Powerful. It seems that she is wandering through her thin dress. She suddenly felt that a switch in her body was turned on. Some source is breaking through the gap and flowing in her like a lake. He conveyed sexiness and sensitivity. It seems that their skin is naturally compatible. This is really a dangerous thing.

They got on the bus. His voice became hoarse. He said, I live in the Grand Hyatt Pudong, where there is a bar overlooking the lights. If you have time, I'd like to buy you a drink. I will go back to Beijing tomorrow, and I don't know when we will meet again next time. She looked into his eyes in the dark. Of course she knows what he wants. She can give it to him. But she didn't want to give it to him rashly. Some existence, if it is to be delivered to a doomed and broken future, will not make her feel rich, but poorer and helpless. She was deeply attracted by him, but she knew what the fate of this relationship was. She told him firmly that she would go home. She doesn't want him to take her home either, because she is on a cheap and remote road, which is hard to say. He didn't force it. Drop her off at the corner she specified. He returned to his usual decent expression and smile, as if the invitation just now was just a harmless temptation. He said, I'll contact you again. You take good care of yourself. Then the engine of his German luxury sports car roared away.

As a result, he didn't give her any news for two months. Not a single phone call. There is not a message. It seems that she has been completely forgotten. As if it were a punishment. In the yearning and longing for him, she felt that she was losing the power of support. Summer is coming to an end. She sent him a short message on her own initiative. How are you? Are you busy recently? After sending this short message, she almost wanted to turn off her mobile phone in shame and hopelessness of the result. But unexpectedly, his text message will come back soon. He said, I'm fine. Miss you. I have been back to Germany for a long time and just arrived in Beijing. She looked at the message and was relieved, as if she were trying to find an excuse for herself. Yes, he must be very busy at work. He has gone abroad. He still misses her. But you can also send text messages in Germany. Why he can leave her for two months. The idea of running back and forth disturbed her. The more appropriate reason is that he controls her in his own way. He waited for her to obey him. Give him everything he needs. He is so confident that he seems to believe that she will eventually obey.

Six months later. He came to Shanghai again. This is still an important meeting. But after the meeting, he invited her to go to Hangzhou with him for a day. He didn't offer to spend the night there. Great lakes in winter, desolation and tranquility in the snow. She stood on the shore and lit a cigarette. She knew he was watching her silently, and she didn't have to try to hide her vulnerability. An egret, with a silvery white fish in its mouth, flew from the depths of the aquatic plants, drew a silvery white arc and flew to the other side of the pavilion. Blue light fills the world, bright and cold. She suddenly had an illusion that her life with him had come to a perfect end at this moment So her life with him passed. On the way back, he played music. There is enough heating in the carriage. Mountain scenery flies by on both sides of expressway. It feels good to be somewhere else, because she can forget her position, the world she lives in, her class and her weak and gray life for a while. Feeling tired, she tilted her head and fell asleep in her seat. When I woke up, it was late at night. She saw that the car had entered downtown Shanghai, lined up at the toll booth, and the lights went out. She was covered with a thin wool blanket. He turned off the music. Silently watching her trance-like face wake up in the shadow, then leaning down and kissing her.

She kissed the familiar perfume on his neck. It was the smell that broke her heart in the darkness of the concert. She still has a choice. He will return to Beijing tomorrow morning. If you obey him, he will give her more. He hinted at her almost obviously in the conversation. Although she didn't specify the content of her interest, she knew that if their relationship was dominated by him, he could do a lot for her: help her go to Europe for further study, or help her change her job, or rent her another house. You can also give her money and do nothing every month. Whether he can or not is his problem. Whether he is willing to put this into practice is her question. She must, must, first of all, make him obey him. Sensitive congenial temperament, even if silent, can fully perceive each other's wishes and needs. It's just that this is still a disparity. Their emotional goals and attributes are completely different. She looked at the expensive woolen coat on him, which was restrained in tone, as if a layer of sporadic frost had been sprinkled on the plush. She thought bitterly that she just wanted to keep some dignity and praise him solemnly, justly and freely. Although their classes are different and they belong to different worlds, their energy is not evenly matched. But why, she can't love him in her own way. Even if there is only a little time.

Perhaps this is doomed to a crushing defeat, and there will be no unexpected war. If she obeys, her true and humble love will make her fall into the abyss of darkness. Physical sinking brings spiritual dependence. But there is no future. 16 is younger than him, single and has nothing. Look in the mirror and you will know that you are just a pawn at the mercy of others. And if she doesn't obey, maybe she refuses some dangerous possibility, but this relationship is still her disaster. Her yearning for him, yearning, yearning, is increasing day by day and shining.

The punishment for the second refusal was that he was still missing for the next four months. She resisted tenaciously for a long time. Has nothing to do with him. Her self-esteem and humility are in a fierce battle, and she is ashamed. Squeeze the bus to work as usual, lock the computer in the cubicle of the office for more than ten hours, have lunch, and sometimes work overtime until the early morning to take a taxi home alone. She realized that she was living a hard life. The days passed day by day. There are no rooms left. There is no chance. She didn't communicate at all on weekends. She plays Kunqu CDs for a long time and sometimes falls asleep in silence. When I woke up, I heard the cold strings in the dark room. For a time, I woke up intermittently from unconscious lethargy with fright, and my heart stung, as if I were tensed by a silk thread. Sometimes I can't sleep in the early morning, sitting in a single bed and smoking silently in front of a small and crowded bedroom until dawn. She can finally be sure of two things. First, her body and spirit, through the memories he brought, began to yearn for and expect him. Second, he doesn't love her. I won't fall in love with her either.

Six months after he lost the news, she had an appointment. I am a strange man I met on the online dating website. I have seen photos and talked to MSN for a while. He is also floating in Shanghai, doing software development and working in Zhangjiang. He has a decent job and income and is willing to get married. They made an appointment to meet in the coffee shop on the second floor of Pacific Department Store. He is shorter than he looks in the picture. My hair is a little greasy and my clothes smell sour. Sitting down to eat, often dropping food, quickly soiling the table and napkin. But he still wears a simple and honest smile, like a big boy who is immersed in his work and divorced from reality. His mind has not grown. Can't talk about any sensitive and delicate topics. Poor greeting. Maybe he's satisfied with her. He said that the money he had saved was enough to pay the down payment for a house of about 100 square meters. In the future, the two people will slowly repay the house loan together and buy another car. He said that in fact, he thinks the most authentic car is Jetta. It looks a little ordinary, but it's really convenient and durable. ...

What are the characteristics of bald Du Ying?

This kind of tree has a straight trunk and often hangs a few red leaves in four seasons.

A brief conversation flashed through her mind. At that time, they were in Hangzhou Botanical Garden, standing on the stone embankment, looking at a big tree in front of them. In fact, it is an ordinary tree, with trunk and branches, and there is no difference. But there are always a few red leaves, abrupt and subtle, existing in large clusters of green leaves. It seems to be the only persistent, unwilling, unyielding, isolated, helpless, unstoppable, tenacious and firm spirit in the soul. Without these red leaves, it is not it. Not it in this concept. It's no different from anything else.

She gradually lost her consciousness of listening. The smell of his perfume emanates from the air. Turn around a thousand times if you have anything, and the winding path is secluded. In the dark, in collapse. His fingers, touching her bulging upper lip, skillful and gentle hand gesture, his kiss, full of gentle and rough power, the feeling that cold skin and moist mucosa wriggle with each other ... Her body has actually been started by him for a long time. Her heart was ready to accept that he would attack and destroy her with more brutal force. This is her acceptance of him. A woman's body, only when occupied, will send out that kind of empty echo, which is the sense of existence. At ordinary times, no matter beautiful or not, young or not, it is just a body. Even though they have been moving, they are still at rest. Just like a person traveling, drifting away and entering the heart, it is actually a kind of closure, lacking contrast and enlightenment. Only when another person invades this body does it come back to life in the echo. Pain, strength, tenderness, demand, intermittent and continuous, alternating and orderly, clear and decisive. Secrets and shame, at the end of the dark corridor, are like gorgeous chandeliers. Shake, twinkle, twinkle. You smell blood from deep inside. Salty, sour, hidden and strong smell. This is indeed a profound self-existence.

She picked up her cell phone and sent him a short message at 1 am. She wrote, where are you? Then she put her mobile phone on the pillow and waited. He didn't reply to the text until five o'clock in the morning. She fell asleep. It happened to be Saturday, and she could sleep until twelve noon. In fact, at twelve o'clock, she was awakened by the sound of her mobile phone. His number is displayed on the screen. He called her back for the first time, and his voice was calm. He said, how are you? Even if it was just a short sentence, she felt the feelings in his voice. They are so sensitive and congenial. As long as they touch each other, they will hiss with current. And he knows it. He knows everything. But he has his own choice.

He said that he was in Germany at the moment. Go back to Beijing in about two weeks. I have been in Europe for three months, for work and for my family. There are some problems between my wife and me that need to be solved. He confessed his private life, saying that he had a semi-fixed girlfriend in Beijing and sometimes lived in his villa. He has been in touch for three or four years since he arrived in Beijing. My girlfriend is 30 years old now. She came back from studying in England, beautiful and excellent. She holds an important position in an expensive luxury brand. For him, she never got married. Of course, he can't divorce easily. He spoke a lot off and on, depressed, but calm. This conversation is real and profound, as if it happened between a pair of old friends who have known each other for decades. She's been listening. Then he said, is your braid longer than when we went to Hangzhou? I often imagine unbuttoning one night and watching your long, thick curly hair spread out on the pillow. I bought you clothes in Europe. You want to wear Blagi. I have never seen a woman wear a cloth skirt so beautifully. He added that when I return to Beijing, my work will be very busy and I have no time to come to Shanghai. Can you come here for a second? I'll buy you a plane ticket.

She hesitated for dozens of seconds. She knows. She just wants to keep some freedom and dignity. You can give her your feelings instead of being robbed by him. But ... she knew that the reality she faced was harsh in nature. Or we can find a time. Otherwise, there is nothing. She knew that she had no time. There is no chance. This is the essence of this war. She can't love him in her own way. She said, okay. I'll go.

She felt tired on the plane. Two hours' flight, I am sleepy. In the dark blue sky, a row of glowing paper lamps appeared. They were by the lake in Hangzhou. After dinner, they walked for a while and then went to Shanghai. Someone put lanterns on the lake. Hold the bottom of the lamp with a cylindrical headlight made of bamboo sticks and white paper, and ignite the absorbent cotton soaked in alcohol to raise the air temperature and lift the lamp body by buoyancy. Shiny paper lamp, rising slowly. Let go of the supporting hand, light the flame lamp, cross the treetops and float to the high altitude in the lake with orderly power. High in the sky, filled with rows of paper lamps, flying slowly and quietly. They use their wishes, these beautiful illusory bright paper lamps to set off. Flames sometimes go out. The paper lamp was burned by the afterglow, and the white paper was blackened and fell on the lake like a broken lantern. The lake is full of black dust that is still forming, surging in the waves. He is right next to her. Breath and heat are within reach, but they cannot be possessed. In her heart, she made a wish for herself. It is like walking through a forest and seeing a flower tree. Anyway, pray under the lush flowers. Because, because, because of impermanence and lust, we always appreciate each other. Wait by a limited number of woodpiles and watch the flames. You know embers are cold and cheerless. You know the night is long. You know, the lonely shadow is shaking. You know that time is flowing energy. Hallucinations are not destined to be fixed. Not wipe it. It is fading, too. Don't cut it. It's broken, too

When you think deeply, you are like a child. You are like my little daughter. He said.

But this is obviously not the case. When he calmly manipulated her body, she knew that she only existed as a container.

That night, she had a dream. She saw herself standing on the high windowsill, about to start a performance. Is it a difficult dance or a jujitsu-like technique? Although she is afraid, she is going to start. Hold your breath, jump down, put your hands and feet on the edge of the windowsill, concentrate, fear, then head down and take a deep breath. Every joint and muscle of the body needs a high degree of softness, coordination and concentration. It was dark below, and no one could see the audience's face clearly, but the figure fell down in the dark. So is she performing for a dark place or a stranger who can't see clearly? But she did her best. She thought she had finished it, but she was horrified to find a flaw in her hair and a cheap plastic hairpin pinned there! It's flat, long and dark red. It's a plastic product she bought at Watsons Supermarket. When removing makeup at night, she used it to nail bangs on her head, so that her forehead could be exposed and cleaned. Every night, she doesn't wear this red plastic hairpin and looks at herself in the mirror, young, pale and slightly blue. At such a moment, her life presents a very real texture. There is nowhere to hide. And at such an important moment, she still wears it. Her performance. What did she finally present, or what she tried to achieve, was a perfect technique of detachment from herself, or was it the ultimate failure caused by this striking plastic hairpin on her head? Fortunately. Dawn, the dream is over.