It doesn't often rain in Buenos Aires.

Punk gave me a bottle before boarding the boat.

There is an old label on it that says "1932".

After arriving in Buenos Aires, I made an overseas call to A Fei. He said that the bottle was 1932 the biggest rain in Hong Kong. I didn't know why he gave me this thing at first, but it took me many years to know that it seldom rains in Buenos Aires.

Someone once told me that the best thing in the world is rain, which comes from the sky and goes to the ground. I have been swaying in the wind all my life, and I don't need to rely on it. I think what he said is right, because it is very similar to me.

I didn't think there would be canned pineapple here before I came, but I really don't like canned pineapple.

I ate a lot of canned pineapples after I separated from Wu last time. I already know the clerk who sells canned pineapples. She said that every day, handsome guys would come to buy a can of canned pineapple that expired on May 1 until April 30th. She said that only such a handsome and lovelorn man would do such a foolish thing. She could see the sadness in his eyes.

If a person looks at the sky and cries under a street lamp, he must be a person who loves canned pineapple.

In fact, it seldom rains not only in Buenos Aires but also in Hong Kong. Because we live in Wong Kar-wai's movies, Hong Kong is always cloudy and foggy. Only when men who wear sunglasses all the year round are in a good mood or a bad mood will the weather in Hong Kong change. It seems that in his world, the sky in Hong Kong should be cloudy, or there should be thick fog on the sea extending to the whole city.

Buenos Aires is a beautiful place, but beautiful things are often unfriendly. The landlord here is nothing like an old aunt in Hong Kong. Oil and salt are impervious to water. In Hong Kong, when there was no money to pay the rent, as long as Teddy boy coaxed him, it often dragged on for a month or two.

The bar where you introduced me to work is doing well, but I don't like it there. I always feel that every guest there has a shadow of Po, as if his eyebrows are still flying with gold powder and shining.

Later, a person went to Isugua Waterfall, where the sound of water was really loud, and you could feel water dripping from your face when standing under the waterfall. I remember Hui told me before that he stood there and couldn't tell whether it was water or tears on his face.

I don't know.

The wind in Buenos Aires is very strong, much stronger than that in Hong Kong. There is always a strange fishy sweetness in the wind here, just like biting your lips too hard when kissing your lover but reluctant to stop. Just like the tears in punk's eyes.

Staying in a strange place for a long time always reminds me of people around me, not to mention people here always say things they don't understand.

1 April 19931Sunday at 6: 05: 34 pm, I returned to Hong Kong with my suitcase. One person.

Before returning to Hong Kong, I heard that A Fei went to the mainland, which may be a magical place, and never came back.

I went to a Fei's home in Hong Kong. He paid rent in advance for two years and six months, leaving all the collections. He told the landlord that if I didn't return to Hong Kong in two years and six months, I would throw away all his things.

I came back in the second year and three months.

A Fei's collection is actually bottle after bottle of rain. In large and small glass bottles. There is a label on each bottle that says the year, a bottle of *** 109. I don't know where he got these things, just as I don't know why he went to the mainland.

Finally, I went to ushuaia. When I stood under the lighthouse, the wind was very strong, as if it had blown down from nine days ago.

The sound in the wind is strange, like a group of people crying and laughing.