When they were little, they were together. In one troupe, she danced the "Little Warrior" dance, and he danced the "Children's Troupe" dance. The kung fu on her toes was practiced in the school propaganda team, and the homely cloth-soled shoes stood several pairs, and once she put on the ballet shoes with flat toes, she was like practicing her feet to remove the sandbag, and her body was as light as a swallow, like walking on the ground. His waist and leg kung fu was learned from a master who knew boxing since he was a child, spinning, somersaulting, what he wanted. The lower waist can be lowered to the top of the head and the feet together, and the kicking can be thrown to the back of the head with the toes, which is a real kung fu. This year, she was only twelve, and he was a few years older, and he was only sixteen. After two years, the "Red Women's Army" has passed, and when the rehearsal of "Yimeng Song" was opened, a teacher from the Dance Department of the Provincial Art School came here and practiced for a day. She was also specially pulled to the center of the practice room, turned over and sideways for everyone to see her typical legs, hips, and arms. Sure enough, the legs were thick, the hips were round, the shoulders were big, and the waist was round, and something went wrong. The two ** are one or two times higher than normal people, towering, mountain-like, not like a fourteen-year-old person. Under the guidance of the teacher of the provincial art school, a team of people carefully examined her body, and there was a taste in their hearts. She naturally felt ashamed, and in order to overcome this shame, she made an arrogant appearance of nonchalance, and held her head high and pouted, and looked at people as if she didn't look at people in the corners of her eyes. At this time, she was almost half a head taller than him. Somehow something was wrong with his body, he no longer grew, and at the age of eighteen, he was still in the shape of a child, and he could only dance as a child. When he was dressed as a child, he showed the face of an adult, which was older than his actual age. If it weren't for the outstanding kung fu, the regiment would have already made a different consideration.

Although neither of them is the protagonist, they are both diligent in practice. In the morning and evening, the two of them are often only seen in the practice room. In the cold weather, I took off only a thin practice uniform, and I didn't need to get close, I could smell each other's fragrant and smelly sweat and human body smell. His smell is strong, and she is no lighter than him. The little girl in the same room who seemed to understand whether she understood or not said that she had a fox stink, and she didn't want to live next to her bed. She didn't care, and thought: "Fox is fox, you don't have it! There are many people who don't, and few people have things, which are really rare!" Thinking about it, I always feel a little sad and a little inferior. Don't you know, it has nothing to do with the smell of the fox, but the smell of the human body is slightly heavier. Occasionally, halfway through the practice, she would stand down, take a breath, look at each other, and sniff, she would be curious and say, "Hey, you have a watermelon smell on you." He turned his head sideways and lowered his face, raised his arm to sniff under his armpit, and said with a smile: "I am a sweet sweater, and mosquitoes eat me best in summer." "No, the white skin, here and there, is full of small brown scars, left in the summer, and will never fade away. Then, he was surprised and said, "You have a smell of steamed buns!" She also raised her arm and sniffed her armpits, and replied, "I am sour and sweaty, and mosquitoes don't eat it." "Sure enough, it was so smooth that there was not even a spot the size of a pinpoint, and it was swarthy and shiny. The two of them gasped and laughed, laughed, and practiced again, each practicing their own way, and sometimes helping each other. Her crotch tightened, and he opened her crotch and made her lie on her back on the floor, curled up her legs, and then pushed them apart until her knees touched the ground. When she got up, there were wet marks on the red lacquered floor, and her legs curled up and parted like a frog. It will take a while for the mark to dry and fade. He practiced sucking his legs and turning, always circling the human form, unable to turn away, as if he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall, until the human figure was hidden in the wide strip of the floor, and he was looking forward to growing a few centimeters taller, thinking that the tightness of the ligaments was the key, so he tried to pull the ligaments. Stand with your back against the wall and ask her to help push her straight leg above your head. She pushed hard, her face pressed against the crook of his leg. The wall at the end of the handle he often leaned on, and after a long time, there was a yellow humanoid on the wall whitewashed by lime water, one-legged, and it could not fade away. She looked at the one-legged figure as if she was standing on the handle at the other end, and she felt amused, and looked up along her heel to the base of her leg.

If she practiced so hard, the more she practiced, the less she practiced, and the more round flesh she had, she was very tall, but far from that length. It's just that according to the law of time, everyone has added another year.

This place is a small city, surrounded by three or four waters, and a thin automobile road leads to the railway line. The biggest benefit is the tree, acacia, elm, willow, poplar, tsubaki, peach, plum, apricot, jujube, persimmon, the water is green and spiritual. The steamer came down the water, and saw a lush island early, and as it got closer, it saw the green bricks and red tiles in the bushes, and when it got closer, it was the trumpet of the sailors pulling the water. People here are accustomed to eating river water, and they have stomach aches and diarrhea when they eat the water from the well. Asphalt drums are installed on the flat cars, which contain river water and splash as the uneven road bumps. The road by the river was run out of a deep and shallow ditch by the wheels. Countless ditches are intertwined. The wheels branched from one ditch to another, and the wheels of the car stumbled on the cradle, and the trumpet paused, like a trill, and there was a rhythm. Trembling and trembling just away, there was a later sound, lingering endlessly, and the green bushes were always there. But the steamer sailed away, leaving behind dozens of men, a dozen pickers, stepping on a quivering springboard, and staggering ashore onto the dirt road that led to the heart of the street.

Most of the streets in the city are made of stones, and people's feet are smooth and smooth, the sun is hot, and the soles of the feet are burned through the cloth-soled shoes, and the whole body is comfortable. The pick trembled on the shoulder, the foot board knocked on the stone road, and when it reached the center of the street, it turned out to be a pick of fresh and tender leeks, cut with a knife, and with dewdrops. On this day, nine out of ten households in the city ate flat food stuffed with leeks, and the leeks on the street were fragrant. The leek picker was idle, put in a bunch of fried fruits, and went leisurely.

The carriage that bought grass on the south side walked through the street with sheets stretched out as sails. The old horse walked with his head down, and there was an unfettered foal running beside him, shaking his head and tail, and his four slender legs straddled the old high, running forward for a while, falling behind for a while, and walking left and right for a while, hitting the old mother's cold powder stall, and didn't care, everyone gave way to it and let it go.

The lime fell off, revealing the blue brick walls, and large posters were pasted, movies in the cinema, and plays in the cinema. The movie is a dime of the ticket, and the theater is a triangle. The movie is a human figure moving, and the skills are very extraordinary, although the martial arts in the theater are a few steps lower, but they are in real shape. The price is very reasonable. At night, it can be full, just enough to fill the field, just right.

At night, the streets were cleared, the shops were closed, and the swarthy streets, the gravel roads shone in the moonlight. The door was closed, the window was closed, and after a while, the lights went out. The child began to dream, dreaming of the scene when he was older, but the old man thought about his heart, thinking about the time of his youth, and the men and women who were not old had another happiness, moving in the dark, sowing the seeds of life. At this time of the next year, the town was again filled with new residents, crying and weeping.

At this moment, it was dark and quiet.

In the theater, only one screen is bright, and the shadows are moving, and the shadows are acting out the stories of joys and sorrows. In the theater, there is a brilliant stage, and real people are dressed as fake characters.

They always practice non-stop, but they can't stop even if they want to. Once stopped, she would become more and more round and fat, and he didn't dare to grow even a single point of fat, one more point in the horizontal and one point shorter in the vertical. That's all they have to do with it.

Actually, it's not very bitter, and it's even funny. Her figure has reached the point where she can't wear anything, and she is too clumsy and uncomfortable to do anything. It is only when the clothes are taken off one by one, and only a practice uniform remains, that it is slightly evenly proportioned. When she does dance moves that she never needs to do in her daily life, a good sense of self gradually rises. She looked at the mirrors in front of her and left and right, and thought to herself: it is never fair to think that she is ugly, and it is never fair to think that she is stupid. Beads of sweat rolled down her satin-smooth skin, pearl-like. The hair was all drenched in sweat, and locks of hair stuck to the long, thick neck. Her hair grew low at the roots, almost to the point where her neck met her back, and the short hair on her neck was wet and dry, all rolled up, and the sun shone on it, and the sides looked like a sheep. He only looks slender when he is wearing a practice uniform, and he can have some martial arts that mortals can't match, and the shortcomings of his body are nothing. When he played extremely difficult kung fu, the feelings in his heart were magnificent. He took off his shirt, revealing his white, rough back. His face and body are full of pimples, as if absorbing nutrients must have a source, either tall, or fat, his nutrients and energy, all thrive this group of pimples, red beans, full, indicating his vigorous youthful physical strength and energy. When it had calmed down, it left behind a brown well-like pit, which was especially full of the back, making the back of the face look like a rough and hard rock. There was a huge bead of sweat overflowing from each brown well, and it was clear.

Sweating is like bathing, sweat washes out the dirt deep in the body, and after a heavy sweat, there is an extremely light and comfortable feeling.

There was only a small cement hut for bathing, and it was close to a well, and the mixed water could be brought in and rested on a small cement platform with a gutter under the platform for the water to come out. In addition, there is a row of clothes hooks behind the door, which is specially used for hanging clothes, and that's all. This room is used by both men and women, and if the door is closed, one must ask aloud, "Is there any?" and the inside answers, "Somebody." "If it's a female voice, the man stops and waits, and vice versa. Otherwise, the latch will be pulled inside, flash behind the door, and wait for someone to go in and then close the door. On hot days, it's quite crowded, and disputes are frequent. And in winter, it's gone. Because it is a north-facing room, and there are no windows, there is no sunlight all day, it is very cold, and there is no device to protect against the cold. The unpainted panel door was half opened, revealing the concrete floor that had been washed white by water. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them took turns to go in and rinse every day, leaving a trail of water, it would have been even more desolate. He always asked her to wash first, and while she was sweating hot, she didn't feel very cold, but he didn't dare to stay for a long time, and she would soon feel the overwhelming cold. When he was waiting for her, in order to maintain the temperature of his body, he continued to practice, making big jumps around the practice room, and every time he jumped under a row of windows on the north side, he seemed to hear the sound of splashing water in the bath room. Inevitably, the water poured down her smooth, plump back, split into two streams, and flowed down the two uneven legs into the concrete. One day, because she had not moved her feet from beginning to end, when he brought the water in, he saw a pair of dry footprints in a pile of water on the ground, which were the footprints of sponge slippers. He stared at the footprints, and gradually extended his ankles, calves, knees, and thighs from the footprints, all the way up, as if a whole human figure stood in front of him. Before I knew it, a basin of water was cold.

One day later, he bought her an apple-green plastic bucket for her, because he remembered that she had complained that the basin was too small to wash even two. A bucket of water is a lot, he thought. There was a lot of water, and it was washed very happily, and since then, there have been no dry footprints left on the wetland, and the footprints have been flooded.

The slightly scalding water was held in a bucket, and the bucket couldn't help but change shape, and when it was lifted in the hand, it became oblate. The sun shines through the apple-green walls of the barrels, turning the water into a fresh color and steaming pale green. The water trembled under her hands, and she entered the gloomy hut, hidden behind the unpainted, half-rotten panel door. The room was very dark, with no windows or lights, except for a flat strip of light leaking in from under the door. The bucket of water was faintly bright, fluorescent, and green. The water was hot to the hands, and the dry, stiff towel quickly soaked. She lifted the hot towel over her shoulder, and the water ran down her chest and back, like thousands of needles piercing her skin. She hissed, picking up the towel one after another, splashing water on her body. The water, gradually becoming lighter and darker. At this point, she began to get dressed. Pushing open the door, the sunlight stung her eyes, like a warm and rough touch, and she was very happy. Seeing that he was still doing a big jump without stopping, and a dirty knee pad wrapped around his black legs, he felt a little pity, so he generously lent him the bucket to use. The next day, she carried the bucket he had brought to fetch water, but found that the bucket had not been cleaned after use, and there was some light gray residual water on the bottom of the bucket, and a layer of light gray particles around the walls of the bucket. She was about to open her mouth to curse, but she stopped, stunned. She turned around the bucket diagonally, and saw that there were some particles in the light gray water, and wondered what it was, could it be the dander on his body? It's not ash, it's not dirt, it's just particles of skin. When she thought of this, she unconsciously became disgusted again, pressed a stream of water, splashed it, and then pressed half a bucket, before she started to scrub the barrel wall, the plastic barrel wall was under the palm, there was always a little rough, and there were some things that could not be washed anymore, rubbing the palms of her hands. She picked up each handful of water, and she could see some of the crumbs in it, swimming like a fish, no matter how dark it was in the room. On this day, after taking a bath, she always had a feeling that she had not been washed, and her back was a little itchy, so she often shook her shoulders and made some unsightly movements. The girls in the same room hated her even more, and almost thought she had lice or something, even though she bathed every day, and they only went to the bathhouse once a week.

The bathhouse is a bathhouse like that, just like the man's, it is also in a large pool, and it goes down like dumplings and burns. In the afternoon, the water became thick and chaotic. Because of the special status of the troupe in the city, every Saturday morning, before the villagers enter the city, the bathhouse is open for the troupe two hours in advance, allowing the actors and actresses to go in and take a bath. They all brought their own basins, scooped up the water from the pool to rinse, and when they finished bathing one by one, they wore wet hair, ruddy faces, and put the basin with dirty clothes on their waists like a Xi Shi Huan veil, and walked out of the bathhouse, and the door was already full of villagers with and on their faces, looking at them with admiration, and could no longer imagine their queen-like happiness.

On winter afternoons, there are always some village men and women walking on the streets, whose faces are red from the heat of the bathhouse.

Men and women, red-faced, carrying picks or baskets, or pulling flat carts, hurried contentedly down the road out of the city: one leading to the steamship dock, the other crossing the flood gates, heading north. In the evening, the sun from the top of the flood gate, behind the three red flags of the high clay sculpture, gradually descended, the red flag that had long faded was dyed red again, that is the most noisy moment under the gate, the flat car rolled by, the bell of the bicycle rang, the sole of the woman's own shoes, stepped on the cement floor covered with thin ash, printed with neat or not very neat stitches, catching the sun, all the way down, down to the dirt road, the footprints were drowned in the flying dust.

It was a dry season, and there was no rain for three months, and an inch of floating soil rose up on the road, burying the surface of the feet, and cracking in the ground. The water in the pond is dry, the water in the well is muddy, and the river below the dam is low, and there is dark green moss out of it. The sunset was fiery red, and when it fell to the top of the gate, it was hidden behind a cluster of green trees in the distance, as if by magic. Wherever there is a green grove, there is a village, you can see it, you can't walk it, like a mirage, but in the deep quiet of the night, there is a long barking of dogs. The dogs in the city don't bark, and thousands of cats are boiling. At such a time, there are sharp voices every night, like crying, laughing, panting, sighing, stirring up the whole county, disturbing people from sleeping. There is a single single, so he doesn't have time to get up, and he picks up the flat shoulder, but he can't pick it up, as if they were born and grown together. When I looked closely, I found that it was two silent dogs. The cat had already run away and continued to bark at each other. The next day, I got up early, rubbed my bloodshot eyes, first cursed the cat, then scolded the dog, and then looked up at the sky, and there was no intention of rain, and then cursed the sky. Finally, I remembered that a pair of men and women from inside and outside the middle school in front of me were wearing striped cloth and rotten flower pants, although they were sleeping in the house, and there was no one in sight, but whether they were pants, how could they be made of striped and rotten flower cloth, no matter what, it was not right.

They worked hard through a harsh winter and ushered in a dry spring. Her body was so fruitful that it could no longer be fruitful, like a precocious fruit, but uneven. And his body was as firm as his will, and it didn't grow any longer. She has grown into an adult, but she is still a child's temperament, happy when she says she is happy, sad when she says she is sad, happy when she is sad, sad when she is happy, she is ever-changing, but it is as natural as a summer day, and it does not make people feel impermanent and false. It's just stupid. The children in the courtyard joked, teased and teased, and teased such a sentence: "My father bites my mother's mouth at night." When others heard this, their hearts rejoiced, but their faces did not hear, and they turned away. She is the only one who is happy to lean forward and back together, not knowing what to do, not only does she hide it undisguised, but also destroys the avoidance of others. They all blushed and tried to stop her, but she said very understandingly: "This kid doesn't understand anything." People told her that she had no choice but to say, "What a girl." She was extremely unconvinced: "Actually, I'm not stupid at all, I know everything." "Just ignore it. As she grew into the shape of a woman, her temperament became more and more childish and unscrupulous.

She was still begging him to open her crotch as she had done when she was a child. The work was getting harder and harder for him, but he couldn't put it off. The inability to push back the demands made the demands even more torturous. She lay in front of him, her legs bent over her chest, and then slowly parted to the sides, he could no longer restrain the turmoil in his heart. He gasped for air, almost suffocating from the straining he could, sweat pouring down his head, face, shoulders, back, and inside of his legs. In his childlike form, the mind seems to be a kind of compensation, speeding up and growing, and it is completely the heart of a mature man. When he opened her crotch, a vicious thought arose in his heart, and he wanted to hurt her, so he was ruthless. She couldn't help but scream, and the scream was like a whistle, startling him, and his hand went soft, and he let go of her knee. She folded her knees together, put her arms around her chest, and continued to scream, then cursed, swearing a string of foul words that only a man could scold, like, "I'll fuck you." She didn't understand the true meaning at all, but it was a powerful attack, which was very relieving, but it inspired his imagination and made him more and more agitated, and he scolded back the same foul language, which had a definite practical meaning. She also did not understand the meaning, and still lay on the ground, hugging her knees, not honestly, sometimes straightening one, hugging only one knee, sometimes straightening the other, hugging only the other. When she stretched out her legs, her full abdomen and chest fluctuated very firmly. Seeing him scold back, she became more and more enraged, and scolded a series of unpleasant and illogical foul words, such as: "I'll fuck your brother-in-law!" He became even more agitated, and countered with words that were doubly rude but meaningful. She stopped him from talking, and cursed again and again, her voice high and high, trying to suppress his scolding. His scolding was low and powerful, with a slow penetrating force. When she thought she had stopped to rest, his voice echoed majestically. Only then did he realize that his cursing had not stopped, parallel to her, like a cello in an orchestra, although there was little melody, the sound would never be extinguished. She didn't have time to breathe, and scolded one after another, trying to overwhelm him, but he did not back down, and calmly accompanied her noise, until she was hoarse, and rolled around on the floor and began to cry, he stopped and looked at her gloomily.

Her whole body was already rolling black, and her two dark hands rubbed her eyes without hesitation, blackening her tears, and her face was full of dirty tears. He was a little sad, so he took her bucket, filled it with warm and cold water, and told her to bathe. She didn't listen, she still cried. Because of the comfort, the cry is more sad, and the sadness is more real. He had to get close to her. Although her body was heavy and fell hard, he was so powerful that he easily picked her up and pushed her into the bath. Hearing the sound of the latch inside, followed by the sound of whimpering water, his heart was suddenly filled with tenderness and warmed.

The water splashed on her body, and the mud and sweat faded like a peeling skin, and she felt relaxed. The tears had long since dried, but they were still sobbing unyieldingly, as if demonstrating. But my heart was strangely filled with a warmth, and the warmth gradually filled my whole body, as if I was being caressed very lovingly. She almost felt happy, but she still wouldn't stop sobbing, and the sobbing seemed like a comfort.

From then on, they no longer spoke, and became enemies.

Although he didn't speak, he still practiced the exercises, but he didn't speak anymore. He practiced his, she practiced hers, and practiced his own, he didn't help her open her crotch, she didn't help him wrench his legs, they practiced independently. Both of them have serious faces, overly serious, as if they are carrying out a very important and very important activity. The practice room was devoid of their usual talking and laughter, and the laughter in the empty practice room originally had a slight echo. Now, only the sound of the soles of the feet falling to the ground is left, and the echo is the loneliness of "emptiness", which is even more monotonous. Contrary to this silent atmosphere, the heart is lively and tense. She was still arguing fiercely with him in her heart, scolding him with eleven dirty words that she knew and didn't understand. After scolding, he felt that he was being bullied, pitiful and helpless, so he loved himself. Every gesture and every gesture is done with an attitude of both grievance and self-respect, and I am completely unaware of my own attitude, but I only feel that the practice has a new purpose, and it is more meaningful. It's not just self-entertainment, not just for growth, it also seems to have a special sense of performance. So, she practiced harder than usual, and was extremely demanding of herself, allowing her body to fall to the floor due to failure, almost screaming in pain, but she endured it, struggled to get up, and made a second attempt with no hope of success. It seems that he wants to move someone greatly, but in fact, he has already moved himself to the point of tears. At the same time, he tortured himself, bending his body into incredible shapes unnecessarily. He bent down with his head between his feet, and before he could do so, he reached out between his feet, raised his head, and looked at the world level. The path of the body was confusing, which was up and which was down, and I was a little confused for a while. His eyes, on the other hand, had gone through a full 360-degree journey, but they looked at the world more calmly. After two inversions, it seems to have changed a state. In such a position, he can continue quietly for twenty minutes. It was as if he hated his body and wanted to punish it. The body seemed to be outside of his soul, against his soul, and ruled by his soul. And his punishment was too much, and it inevitably had a little pretentiousness. Each of them struggled for the sake of their own unclear feelings. It rained for the first time since the beginning of spring.

That's how the rain started.

The prologue was a sweltering July day, and I didn't have time to tear off two sweaters, but I couldn't even wear my shirt. Flowing skirts began to appear in the courtyard, but they did not have the courage to go out of the courtyard gate, and only swaggered regretfully inside the troupe. Then, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and after a whole day, the raindrops of beans fell, and it was cold like a time turn. In the blink of an eye, the brightly colored skirt was gone, and the clothes and quilts that had dried all over the courtyard were collected, revealing the wet concrete floor. One is high, the other is low, and the water is dripping in the low place, and the raindrops fall on the puddles, knocking out a circle of water waves. At this time, it was dusk, and the dusk in the rain was a little warm and desolate, or a cool warmth. The rain stumbled down the eaves from the roof of the practice room, along the corrugated, zigzag, and blink, and in the blink of an eye, a curtain of water hung on the eaves.

A water curtain was hung on the eaves of every house, and people half-covered the door, leaning against the half of the door frame, through the water curtain, pulling the homely routine, the content was nothing more than this spring's drought and this spring's rain. He also talked and ate, and the rice was served in a large porcelain bowl, held on his left hand, and his right hand was holding a pair of bent white wooden chopsticks. The wooden chopsticks carry the rice porridge, because of the alkali, the porridge is reddish-brown, extraordinarily sweet, there are some pickled beans and pickles on the side of the bowl, exuding a musty smell, the smell has been smelling for a long time, and it is a little delicious. The rain, falling on the gravel floor, was so loud that it covered all sounds, and it was necessary to speak loudly before you could talk. The door of someone's house is locked, the owner has not returned, and no one has collected the clothes at the door, so that the rain is soaking, and it is a pair of pants with rotten cloth. The rotten flowers were very bright because they were wet.

When the weather is cold again, sweaters must be worn, and villagers who do not have sweaters wear cotton jackets, which are almost always black. After the rain, the streets were a little depressed. The gravel floor was thoroughly washed by the rain, black to black, white to white, as vivid as the ink pen. The water in the river rose so high that it flooded the moss-covered banks and was crystal clear. The cement road under the gate is also white, but the dirt road under the cement road is black, and the shade of the bushes is verdant, which is the village. In which village, a child died during heavy rain, went down to the lake to cut pigs' vegetables, and slipped his foot when wading through a ditch. The story spread for several miles, and it was blown away by the wind. The people in the city still praised the rain for being good, raining in time, moisturizing the weather, and making people comfortable. The villagers also boasted that the wheat in the field was green.

They still did not speak, as if they were enemies. Everyone else saw it and felt strange. After a while, I got used to it and stopped being surprised. After getting used to it for a while, it was a little strange, because the period of hostility was a long time after all, and there seemed to be something unusual about it, so naturally they couldn't go down with the enemy at will. When I asked her, she would not say, and when I asked him, he would not say. When I asked her again, because of their solemn attitude, she didn't feel that it was serious, and her attitude was blunt and stubborn. This attitude made them pay more attention to it, thinking that they were about to open her heart and inquire harder. Unconsciously aroused her grievances, which were exaggerated by their seriousness, and she wept. This cry strengthened people's confidence and stepped up their efforts to get to the bottom of the problem. She shook her head and cried, "I don't say, I have nothing to say." This is true, but it sounds extremely meaningful. When she asked again, she didn't say anything, just cried all the way, and cried sadly. Most of the sadness was due to grievance, but most of it was due to confusion and embarrassment, because she knew that nothing had happened. Nothing had happened, but it had become so serious, that she thought she was responsible, so she was a little afraid. With her attitude, everyone was at least half satisfied, and there was a reason to ask him again. He couldn't be forced, so he had to curse. He gritted his teeth and scolded viciously, what to scold, why to scold, but he didn't understand, he felt ridiculous, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Everyone shouted at him, ordered him to stop, ordered him to apologize to her, and had a number in their hearts. Only they don't understand, but in fact, they are the only ones who really understand. But they didn't think they understood, they just thought they didn't understand anything, and they were greatly wronged and teased. was embraced by everyone, and the dance captain grabbed each of them with one hand, and tried their best to get together and shake hands and make peace. They struggled, they struggled fiercely, and it took a lot of people to hold them down. She cried, he scolded, because he struggled and couldn't move, he was angry and angry. The hand finally touched the hand, and they struggled to dodge, and the dodge was a bit contrived. They touched each other's hands, and their hearts suddenly felt a little moved, and the struggle was obviously weak. The two hands were finally forcibly clasped together by the captain, and the palms of the hands were close to the palms of the hands. He didn't feel her flesh like she did now, and she didn't feel his flesh like she did now. The hand-holding was only a very short moment like an electric shock, and in the laughter of everyone, the two suddenly shook off their hands and escaped. But this moment is so long, long enough for them to experience and learn for a lifetime. It seemed that at this lightning touch, he realized that it was a woman's hand, and she realized that it was a man's hand. They escaped, and when they met again, they felt shy, and they didn't dare to look up at each other, let alone speak.

Therefore, they still do not speak. However, at this time, he didn't speak, but he was approved by everyone, so he didn't care about it anymore and let them go. The practice is the usual practice, and the practice is still hard. She thrashed herself desperately, and the pain of her flesh gave her a wonderful pleasure, almost intoxicated by the pain. The more painful it is, the more I pity myself, and the more indomitable I become. He twisted his body as hard as he could, bending it into a shape that didn't look like anything, and only then did he calm down, and he was proud of his harshness. And when any of them walked away, leaving any one alone, the determination and confidence to torture themselves dissipated, and the excitement and tension in their bodies suddenly relaxed. They tortured themselves in this way to show that their minds were so focused on themselves that they could not pay even a tenth or a percent of their attention to the other's selflessness. They toiled in vain. They need each other for their own sake. With the other party here, the hardship and patience will have pleasure and meaning. In the end, they are still showing themselves, showing themselves, convincing and moving themselves.

However, they are young and shallow, naturally they will not realize this, they are simply willing to practice, and when they practice, they must be two people together. Because of the inexplicable need for the other party to be present, they established a tacit understanding that if they were alone, they would never come to practice, as long as one person arrived first, the other would come without being summoned, and then, no one would easily leave without permission.

Three rains fell, the sky was hot day by day, and summer arrived. The cicadas begin to sing from the unknown sky until dark. The scorching sun shone through the thin tiled roof of the practice room, and heat enveloped it, pouring in through the open doors and windows. Their sweat washed the floor every day, and the floor gradually faded to a pale primary color. Sweat flowed out of every pore, making people feel happy, and the soaked practice clothes clinged tightly to her body, and every tiniest curve was not spared. She was almost naked, and though she wasn't revealing it in the slightest, every hint was clear. That suggestion stirs up thoughts and desires more than revealing them. Her body is extremely uneven, and every part is excessively protruding or overly recessed, as the cartoonist deliberately exaggerates and deforms. After looking at it for a long time, and then looking at those well-proportioned and standard bodies, it will feel too bland and vague. And he only had a pair of track trousers on top and bottom, and a tattered knee pad on his left leg. The jagged bones almost broke through the white, rough skin, and as he moved, the bones moved on the skin. The ribs were clearly visible, neatly arranged in two rows, the skin seemed to be gone, and the ribs were as hard as steel, blocking sweat. Sweat is a ladder flowing down or being trapped, and sweat forms a bright and dark shadow on him. And she was as bright and delicate as velvet, and the sweat was pouring down her body like that. The two drenched people only distracted themselves and saw each other at this time. Before that, they had never seen each other, only seen, admired, and felt sorry for themselves. Now they suddenly saw each other in a respite. The two of them almost ** naked into each other's eyes, and they seemed to see their ** naked reflection from the wet reflection of each other's bodies. They were a little shy and unconsciously avoided their gaze. The wheezing hasn't stopped, it's too hot, and the cicadas are too noisy.

At noon, only the cicadas were chirping, and the doorway of the street was open, but there was silence inside. In that afternoon sleep, even the snoring was gone, only a trace of unconscious salivation, which was shiny and dragged on the pillow, as if it was still steaming. The large hall of the department store was unusually empty, with flies buzzing and flying in circles. The salesman lay on the counter and fell asleep, the glass on his cheeks, and his cheeks were warm and wet. Occasionally, an unfashionable person stumbled in the silence of the store, rubbing his feet on the terrazzo floor, gliding silently. There were no boats on the docks, the water was dazzlingly reflected in the scorching sun, and the naked children walked along the riverbank, tentatively stretching out their feet into the water, and the water was so hot that it seemed to be boiling away. Stopped a few flat cars pulling water, and under the upturned car board, there were sleeping water passengers.

She wanted to make a "reverse kick purple and gold crown", but she didn't succeed, and fell down hard, and the floor seemed to meet it, slamming under her heavily. She touched the warm floor, and suddenly went limp. She rolled over, stretched out her arms, and lay on the ground, her eyes looking at the triangular roof of the practice room, where a thick wooden beam was facing her body, as if it were about to be pressed down. The dark roof is like a deep and vast shelter, and the heart is empty and open. Moving down the dark rafters, the sunlight stinged the eyes, and the sunlight under the eaves was exceptionally bright, but it made people feel gloomy, as if all thoughts were in discouragement. She lay quietly on the floor, time passing by and stagnate beside her, the tall and old locust tree in the courtyard, casting the faint shadow of its leaves on the window, she could almost see the shadow of the chirping cicada, and she could see its wings closing one by one. At this time, on the top of her head, there were two leg bones that looked like steel bars. The leg bones are so protruding and straight, and the muscles quickly contract to the back and are hidden. She threw her head back and looked up at the legs, which had some thick, sparse hairs, pitch black, growing out of the snow-white skin. She stared silently, feeling funny. But the leg bone leaned down towards her, and he crouched down in front of her, looked into her eyes, and suddenly asked:

"Do you want me to help you up?"

"Don't!"

She wanted to shout, but her voice was hoarse and she couldn't shout. She jerked her upper body up, and he had already put his hand under her armpit, and before she could sit down, he had already pushed her to her feet. She couldn't stand steadily, but his hand grabbed her armpit like a pincer, forcing her to stand firm. His two hands, holding her armpits, were hot and hot, and the rest of his body was cold. The heat in these two places far exceeded everything, she didn't feel the heat, and the sweat just flowed like a song. When she was on her feet, his hand let go of her armpits and hung down, hanging down at the sides of her knees. The sweat in her armpits wet his palms and tiger mouth, and the warmth in the armpits completely wrapped around his hands. At this moment, his hanging hands felt so lonely and deserted. He stretched out a few times involuntarily, trying in vain to grab something, but he didn't catch anything. She stood firm, walked straight to the handlebar, and kicked her leg again and again. The toes streaked a hollow semicircle, and the sun hung dazzlingly on the toes, throwing out half a circle of light in the air. She bulged out excessively, her distorted buttocks moving into an ugly shape, and he wanted to kick them very, very hard. She felt his gaze, and her heart was very happy. His gaze caressed her thick legs, which had long lost their graceful lines, but were innocently ugly. She kicked endlessly, her ligaments relaxed, relaxed and happy, and she couldn't help but turn her face to look at him. Unexpectedly, he had already gone away to do his homework. She was suddenly deflated, her legs were still kicking again and again, but she lost her spirit. He was splitting his legs, in a straight line from side to side, but his body was slowly lying on the ground, his arms stretched parallel to his legs, pressed against the ground, but his hands were holding the tips of his stilted feet. He felt the attack of her gaze, hitting his weakest and most sensitive place, and he couldn't help but shudder, shrinking his limbs and curling up in a ball, her gaze long since retracted. Disheartened, he curled up on the ground, curled up for a moment, got up, and shook again. He walked up to her, stood still, struggled for a while, blushed, and muttered:

"What do you really think of me?"

She didn't guard against him talking, let alone saying such serious things, and she couldn't help but be embarrassed, her toes slowly lowered, her face turned red, and she replied, "No opinion." He laughed funny.

"We don't want that anymore. He added, adding, "We should still help each other." ”

"I don't care. She said, but her heart was pounding, and she felt that something was a little unusual.

And just like that, from then on, they spoke again. However, the realm of speaking does not seem to be as wonderful as not speaking. As soon as he spoke, the nervousness was gone, and with that, the excitement, the inexplicable excitement and curiosity waiting for things to unfold, the mysterious consciousness that had to be communicated by tacit understanding, disappeared completely. However, after all, it is easy for each other, and it is too difficult and too dangerous to bear that kind of tension after all. No one understands what kind of danger it is, but everyone has that kind of risky mood.

They are back to normal interactions, but they can't regain their previous clear mood, they are all pregnant like ghosts, a little dodgy, and they no longer help each other practice. They only talk. The words are short and stiff. He wanted to inform her that the canteen had been opened, and that she would not be able to buy good food when it was late, and that he had meant well, but the exit had become like a warning: "It's time to eat!" and she replied viciously, "Who doesn't know!" She had finished the bath and asked him to wash, but her tone was like an ultimatum: "I've washed it!" He promised impatiently: "Who doesn't know that you've washed it!" They didn't seem to speak in any other tone, and no one could remember how they had spoken in a pleasant and natural way. Such evil words are not noisy. None of them wanted to quarrel, and they didn't want to speak like an enemy. It was not easy to break that embarrassing situation, and they all know how to cherish it. However, the change in the embarrassing situation made both of them feel a little regretful. They had expected that something unusual would turn out of the ordinary, and they were all trembling, timidly, waiting. But now everything is normal, nothing unusual will happen, or rather, the unusual thing will end after a little bit of development, and the expectations of the two of them will be disappointed, and they both have some strange resentment towards each other. Therefore, their blunt tone is not necessarily contrived, but there are some real reasons. She often gives him white eyes inexplicably, and the whites of her eyes are particularly eye-catching because of the dark skin, and the effect is particularly significant. His face was often gloomy and cloudy, and because of his pale complexion, this gloom was also extraordinarily dark, and sometimes made her a little frightened, and she did not dare to be too cruel to him.

However, they are talking after all, since the day they started talking to each other, both of them have been a little lax in their practice, and it is meaningless to torture themselves in this way, they will change to a different way of communicating and fighting, but they can't find a new way, and both sides are a little confused. For a while, the two of them seemed to have lost their goals in life, and they were a little listless. It was very hot again. Under the noon sun, someone was on the gravel road on the street, spreading an egg. There were hundreds of people around, sweating on their heads, so surprised that they forgot the heat, only the children screamed for the boils that had turned pus. At night, when the sun sets, the ground is full of hot air, and it spits out the heat one by one, steaming the cool beds and mats all over the street. It's actually as hot outside as it is inside the house, so hot that there are no mosquitoes. I was out of breath for a few days, and then, when the sky was cloudy, rain clouds came, and it rained, and if the retreating army could retreat, the cool bed and the cool mat disappeared, and they entered the house, and the adults and children fell asleep in a blink of an eye, as if they had died. In the middle of the night, I woke up again, and there was a pool of sweat under the pillow, soaking my body, stretching my swollen eyelids, only to see a bright moon outside the window, and there was no trace of clouds and shadows in the clear sky.

But the crops outside the city grew very pleasantly, and the soybeans were green and oily, and they were full of tender pods. The old man in the village was so hot that he stuck out his tongue like a dog, but he also said: "When it should be hot, it should be hot, and when it should be cold, it should be cold, it is the right weather." "The melon also grows well, a small seed melon, you can buy one for three cents, thin skin, bright red pulp, black seeds, walking the streets and alleys to sell. It was hot in the morning, and he called a melon seller to enter the hospital, and everyone gathered his basket to eat, and his stomach was swollen, and then let the accountant write off the account and directly sell it to the heatstroke prevention and cooling fee. The melon seller stopped and stopped, sitting in the shady corridor next to the room, there was a little bit of wind through the hall, and as soon as he was proud, he started to tell the story of the melon field. There are those who guard the melon field but catch the adultery between men and women, and the eldest sister who collects melons and pees her pants, all kinds of scandals and evil things. Someone went to report to the regiment leader and almost withheld his money. He was still cheap, and he sold a handful of melons without suffering, and finished his day's livelihood. Pick up the empty pick and go out of the city leisurely. Along the way, there was a sweet water well every two miles, which was cold and cold, and it was good to drink it to cool off. The melon seller thought to himself, why, the people on the street have to suffer this sin, on a hot day, crowded in a heap, there is not even a shaded place to rest, not according to the height of the sun, rely on the hour to do the work. But the sisters in that city were so good, white skins, tender flesh. That's a blessing for the men of the city.

The people on the street were pitiful villagers, who had no place to hide under the scorching sun, and their arms and legs were blistered, and their skin was peeling layer by layer. The clothes have also faded, and there is never a little bright color on the body, what a fun life! What I don't understand is that the couple in the county middle school, on a hot day, but the door is also closed, the night is still imaginable, but in the daytime, why bother, it is difficult to be blue and daylight, and it is unbearable, what a hot and dry it is!

Out of the dog days, the autumn is up, and there are eighteen days of fire!

On the eighteenth day after the fire, the troupe sent people to the big troupe in a large place near the sea in the south to learn the program. Those who go are the main actors and main forces, and it is not their turn. They still practice every day, and they still practice unlawful. She grew taller and grew a round, and he looked like he had shrunk a round after a short time. She felt that she had grown too tall and that her body had become a burden. When taking a bath, looking at her pair of strangely fruitful **, she couldn't help but be surprised but worried, she didn't understand how they grew like this, and she didn't understand how they would go down. She even thought it was something strange. Thinking of this, my scalp tightened, and I was so scared that I wanted to cry. She looked at every part of herself, and even she was a little afraid. She thought she was too big, and she couldn't shrink herself. In the middle of a slender and delicate female companion, she is so big that she can't help but feel inferior and self-inferior. Coupled with her headless, brainless and unmeasured words, her clever female companion called her a big girl. Fortunately, she is not a person who is willing to use her brains, and this fear and inferiority complex will not hurt her health in the slightest. She has a lot of energy and a great appetite. At night, I slept under the quilt, hugged myself with two arms, and was very fond of myself in my heart. Then, like a baby, he fell asleep sweetly and without a single thought. In his sleep, he will smack his lips and smack a very pampered voice. What burdens him is the maturity of his mind. His heart seemed to be ripe, filled with so many shameless desires that were so vile that they made him tremble. He didn't know which part of his body these desires came from, and if he did, he would have destroyed it. Then, one night, when he woke up when he shouldn't have woken up, he suddenly understood the source of the sin, and he thought it was all sin. But then, he suddenly realized that it was impossible to destroy that part. And those desires were cherished by him because of the preciousness of this part. He didn't understand the reason for this.

At this time, the people who had gone out to study returned, dressed in chic clothes, carrying updated travel bags, stepped off the ship, stepped on the trembling springboard, and walked ashore step by step. The two of them also went to pick it up, and she couldn't squeeze forward, and she couldn't even grab a piece of luggage, but she was just as excited, just as enthusiastic. or walk in front like a road, or walk behind like a formation, and say something that is not related to the wind and horses, and no one answers, and no one hears. However, without her and her noise, the scene of this welcome would be much more deserted. Silent, he walked in the center, and the leading actor who jumped Hong Changqing or the square platoon leader took his shoulders and walked together. is inconspicuous, but he is a good friend of the leading actor, with the status of a military advisor. On the way back to the group from the pier, the leading actor told him:

"There's your role played. ”

That role is the little Red Army in the pas de deux "Hard Years", and there is no more short and skilled actor like him. In many other troupes, this role is played by actresses. The role was designed for him, and it was decided almost without research and discussion. That's his role. Everything went very smoothly, except for one difficulty, which was that there were many lifts in the dance, and there was a long section in which the old Red Army had to carry the little Red Army on his back, and he had to walk out of the toned dance steps and make strong movements. At this time, Fang showed his disadvantage. He looks thin, but he has a surprising weight. The "old Red Army" could not carry him, and as soon as he got on his shoulders, he bent over, and it was impossible to get out of the pace of the dance. Moreover, neither of them has been trained in lifting, and will not use dexterity to make his body light, he will only cling to the back of a man, and his confusion and apologies are useless. When he jumped off the man's back again, the man could no longer refrain from complaining:

"You're too heavy. ”

He blushed and countered, "You're too bear!"

The man's face was gloomy, and seeing that a conflict was about to arise, the big lead actor appeared on the stage to relieve the siege and said, "Let me try." So he walked on his back, and walked down, but he was panting. Then, the people next to him also stepped forward to try, carrying him on his back, walking around, giggling. He finally couldn't hold it anymore, struggled to jump off the ground, and pushed the people under him to a stumble, and then the people relented.

That night, he didn't eat and stayed in the practice room to practice bouncing. He knew that the initial vertical jump was crucial, and once he could easily get on his shoulders, the rest of the road would be easy to walk. If you run out of strength when you put on your shoulders, and you can't adjust your breathing and strides, you'll be in trouble. Other than that, he wished he could take it easy. But after a while, she also came to practice, like to help eliminate food, and after every meal, she had to practice. That would give her a reason to eat more. She is a big eater and eats a lot. Today, she changed into a new set of flesh-colored practice clothes, which were bought and issued by the people who went out to study this time. It is the formal practice uniform in those big troupes, and the neckline is extremely low, especially at the back, almost naked to the waist. The pants are flat, stretched too tight, and tugged deep into the base of the thighs.

Suddenly, very kindly, he asked her to help him rehearse a part of the lift. Because of his gentle tone, which he had long been unfamiliar, and because of the stupid stubbornness that she had been holding back in her heart since the afternoon, she readily agreed. He explained the movements to her first, but she had already memorized the movements while standing on the side, and she did it perfectly. He ran to the electrician and asked for a tape recorder and tape, and quickly went to the place where the music began. He got on her back, and she didn't feel it strained, but was still alive because of the accompaniment of agitated music. He moved on her back, very steady, he didn't expect her shoulders to be so broad and powerful. They walked through it without any incident, with only a slight normal gasp. Before he could speak, she leaped and said, "Do it again." This time, they started from scratch, she learned all the movements of the old Red Army, and it was not ugly, but there was still passion, and when it came time to lift, she naturally went on her shoulder. Her arms were strong and strong. Because she bears it easily, he also has self-confidence, and his movements are bold, but on the contrary, he is dexterous, and his burden is lightened. They gradually became more proficient, and they were more tacit than his original partners. Five or six times, they can do all the movements without any burden and with ease. They have forgotten the technical difficulties and the mental preparation that must be made before lifting. Every gesture and foot throw is as natural as their nature, and the music is so exciting, and the repetition makes it more intimate and pleasant. She forgot that the character was an old Red Army, and thought it was herself. He also forgot that the character was a small Red Army, and thought it was him. Every action is their own, out of their wishes and instincts. They danced unpassionately, and their figures flashed in the big mirror, and their figures flashed quickly from one mirror to another, and their figures surrounded themselves, and they thought they were very beautiful. There's nothing better than feeling better about yourself in dance, and besides, there's music.

When he leaned on her back again, he smelled a heavy smell of sweat. His chest felt her thick back, which was bare outside the low back collar, warm and wet. His equally warm and sweaty breasts, rubbing against her back, made a noise, tugging at a slight pain. His knees felt her struggling waist, and his hands felt her round, strong shoulders and thick neck, which tightened and loosened as he panted. Along the sweaty hair, his nose felt the touch of the braid that was coiled up behind her head, with a strong smell of oily sweat, and a cold clip on it that poked his cheek. The sensations in his whole body were awakened, and he was freed from the technique of dancing, and he regained his tension. Contrary to the tension that suppressed the whole body, all the senses and perceptions were tensely mobilized, active, and working hard. The dance had become a mechanical movement, and he could not be separated from the slightest attention, and he lay down on a fiery body, a fiery body that moved energetically under him, and even the slightest gasp was conveyed to his most subtle senses, igniting his fervent desires, and the light erupted like fire.

The light and heat were transmitted to her, and she felt nothing but the burning of a charcoal basin on her back, and she couldn't hold it back. But once he went down, the roast disappeared, and there was another emptiness on his back, and he couldn't say anything about it, expecting him to fall on his back again. Once he came up, his heart and lungs burned, and he almost wanted to fall asleep and roll on the ground to extinguish the flames around him. But the music and dancing did not allow her to lie down. She seemed to be dominated by a huge and invisible will, manipulating, moving over and over again, carrying him on her body, and throwing him to the ground, she suddenly relaxed, no longer panting, breathing evenly, and in tune with the rhythm of the movements. The bodies are moving on their own, and the movements of the two bodies are so compatible. Every time he jumped on his shoulder, he was so easy and steady, there would be no mistakes, as if this was where he should be, and the jump on the ground became an anxious wait. She felt at ease when he lay on his back, but the heavy load gave her a sense of oppressive pleasure. All their movements seem to be connected together, like glue and paint, inseparable, interconnected, and intimate. He rolled up and down on her back, her back giving him dear rubbing, quenching the hunger of his skin and soul. His whole weight was tumbling and churning, and he caressed her. She was clearly hurt by him, she could barely straighten her waist, her legs were trembling, but the dance did not stop a step. The music is repeated over and over again, endlessly, more and more agitated over and over again, and people cannot rest. It was already late at night, and some people were yelling at the practice room, scolding them for making a noise, and some people were forcefully opening and closing the windows. All this, they could not hear, and the music enveloped the whole world, a agitated and uncontrollable world.

Finally, someone pulled the electric switch, the lights went out, the music stopped abruptly, and it was pitch black. All the lights in the courtyard were extinguished, not even the moon, it was a moonless night, and it was like falling into the abyss when I couldn't see my fingers. He was already on her back, his movements halted with the music, frozen as if he were not moving. Half a minute later, he fell off her back and fell to the floor. The two didn't bother to say a word, and fled in panic. The strange thing is that in that dark night, there was no collision or falling, and they fled like smoke.

Later, the Little Red Army in "Hard Years" was replaced by an actress. He was as heavy as a lump of lead, and heavier and heavier, and more and more clumsy, and no one could bear him, and he had lost the little lightness he had before, and could not relax on anyone's back, and this tension and clumsiness weighed even more weight on his body. He couldn't find the nightmarish night that felt on her shoulder. He couldn't establish a tacit understanding with anyone but her. But when she saw him, she was a little evasive, and he was just as afraid to see her. They don't even dare to practice together anymore. He doesn't go when she's there, and she doesn't go when he's there. Gradually, they had a new tacit understanding, a tacit understanding that they did not meet in one place. But he missed her so badly, and though she didn't miss her as clearly as he did, she was restless. She became very irritable, and quarreled with people for no apparent reason, and in the end, even if she had the upper hand, it was inevitable that there would be a thrilling cry. The yard was so small that her unbridled crying was infused into almost every corner. He hid far away in the house, listening to the cry, full of heartbreak and yet happy feelings.

In the autumn after the heat, the sky is exceptionally high and cool, the sunlight is transparent, the air is like washed by water, and the poplar trees are very tall in the treetops, picking up a ray of sunlight, even the faces of the villagers look white. This autumn, iron-gray gowns, suit collars, and slight pinching of the waist are very popular on the street. If someone walks down the street in such a gown, the people on the street will stop and look at it with envy. The first person to wear this gown was a woman from outside the county middle school, who walked down the street very swaggeringly, carrying a vegetable basket, and buying crabs from the "cat" from the mouth of the Mohekou. The boat people here are called "cats", and they feel sorry for them in their hearts, they have no home to live in, they drift on the water all the year round, and they seem to have no roots. The crab reached her basket with its teeth and claws, squeaking and spitting bubbles, and crawling out of the basket's bamboo walls. She was not afraid, and caught them one by one. At noon, word spread all over the street that the man and woman from the county middle school were eating something like that. By the time he said this, the "cat" had already returned to the ship and had gone far away one by one. He thought that it was ridiculous that these people were arguing and shouting, and they had stayed in one place for several lifetimes, as if they had taken root, and they would not see anything in the world. He looked at the woman who was squatting on the bow of the boat to nurse the child, and the woman looked at the green water under the boat with great relief, swinging wave after wave, pulling the placket of her clothes, and freeing her index finger to scratch the child's cheek. On the shore is a neat big willow tree, the willow silk hangs low, in a row of dozens of miles, and the "cat" is very relaxed.

This fall, she turned seventeen and he was twenty-one, still dodging and avoiding each other. That night, it was always wrapped around their hearts, and they couldn't shake it off even if they wanted to. They want to act like they forget or don't care, so that they can get back together openly. But after a short glance, he couldn't pretend anymore, and hurriedly retracted his head, still not daring to meet. However, even though they didn't see each other, they were all occupied by each other. His imagination was free and bold, and the scene of that night had been reviewed thousands of times in his mind, and he had learned something new, and suddenly it had taken on so many meanings that he was amazed himself. She didn't know how to imagine, she never knew how to use her mind and thoughts, but the feeling that night was often reviewing her body, and it made her body have endless desires. She didn't know what that longing was, but she felt that her body was cold, and that it was desert-like loneliness, hollow from the inside out. The inexplicable thirst tormented her, and she couldn't get rid of it, but she just doubled her appetite, and when she ate, it seemed to relieve a lot of light, so she ate a lot, was extremely full, and ate until her stomach was full, but she was lazy in practicing. She was rapidly gaining weight, swelling in every part, and she was ugly and dumb, while he was emaciated, every bone exposed, and every pore of the skin was pimpled and scarred. He was like a plucked chick with a loss of appetite. In order to arouse his appetite, he always bought the most and best meals and laid them out on the concrete floor outside the door of the practice room, while he sat on the threshold, staring at the food with resentful eyes, and did not move his chopsticks for a long time. He doesn't practice much anymore.

The practice room seemed very lonely.

They were all lonely.