Also known as "Marriage is the Grave of Love" Zhang Baotong 2016.7.4

It was about midnight when he seemed to hear the door gently pushed open, and he opened his eyes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At this moment, I saw a shadow groping in the darkness and quietly walking towards the bed. He hurriedly sat up from the bed, and when the dark figure came to the bedside, he grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed, tucked her into the quilt, and hugged her tightly, "Oh my God, my dear darling. ”

She was also holding him tightly, and explained in a low voice, "Honey, have you waited a long time, have you? I must wait until Ramani is asleep before I can come, or she will find out." ”

"I'm in a hurry, but I think you're coming." ”

So, two people who could no longer bear the depression in their hearts, hugged each other warmly, and then jumped into love together, trying their best to enjoy the joy of love and release the soul that had longed for freedom for a long time.

They hugged each other tightly, kissing as they flew towards the paradise of their dreams. The big bed was like a steady and comfortable boat, slowly flying in the sky. The ship's mast is the slightly raised **. And the organ in her lower body is the rudder of the boat. Life moves again and again in flight, as if it is like a worm crawling through the long universe, walking through the curved and bulging **, gliding through the flat and spacious hinterland, and flying all the way to heaven on earth. From minute to minute, the world changes with each minute.

The souls of the mica cracks are intertwined, and the souls wander and grope under the sky of thought like ghosts, seeking to meet and merge with another soul. Through the light of the galaxy, Abelard saw his own soul. The soul was so ugly, greedy and hideous, laughing wildly of desire, hungry tongue and filthy teeth, grinning and dancing claws, like a devil of desire.

He couldn't believe it was his soul. Because his soul has always been so perfect and noble, pure and unblemished. But when the lust of love fills his heart, when his will is conquered by lust, when he is desperate for pleasure, his soul ceases to be pure and noble, but becomes an ugly monster.

But his soul was flying to heaven, and his body, with the pressure of desire, was like a splendid silver tree, growing tall and mad, reaching into the cloud of life, like a tree seed piercing through the hard granite. He held a rose seed in his hand, to be planted in the soft soil through the passage of life. When the seed entered the soil, he felt the weakness of life, and his mind began to rot, like a mosquito that sucked the blood, resting in the darkness.

And his Eloise wore only one dress. He told her to take off her skirt, which was the only thing she had on her. She obeyed him and took off her dress. It made her feel like her mind had been stripped naked by him. Everything about her was exposed to him. Yes, in front of him, everything about her can be seen by him.

Her vivid **, small and soft, like a labyrinth of thoughts, let him travel through it, but he couldn't find an exit. She longed to keep him in the labyrinth and let him sow the seeds of love. For his mind and his silver tree are so graceful and upright, and the seed of love is full of infinite vitality.

The seeds of life are fissioning in her body, and this fission is generating stronger love. Her body is delicate and graceful, and her mind is pure and beautiful. And in the communion with the other soul, her body and mind kept flashing with sparks. These sparks make the heavens and the earth spacious and the night peaceful.

The game of love makes them linger, and the sight of heaven enchants them. But Abelard, who was drunk, kept alternating between thoughts and dreams in his head, constantly losing and requiring. What is lost is a box of books, and what is gained is pleasure after pleasure. From time to time, he felt that his powerful fulcrum was moving the earth, and the vast sky was under his shock. Sometimes it feels like the soul is drifting away from the body, and the bones are shattering. Like a dead man without a heart. "This is the place where God has been betrayed," he cried out dreamily, and the plains of sex and the stones of the flesh belong to me. Don't forgive, I don't ask for forgiveness. Your God is nothing but a cold weight, a dung heap of the body, a brothel of the eyes, a virgin of the stomach, a tree in the sky!"

Eloise, who stood before him, had lost her skirt and was naked, with her head held high, revealing an obsession. Her legs are thin and long, her teeth are rattling, her ** has many indentations, and her lower body has a lot of mucus. This is the product of their desires and passions.

They finally returned from heaven to earth. Their souls also returned to their bodies. Passion is followed by endless exhaustion. Though Eloise's excitement and passion were still alive, Abelard was like an exhausted duelist, exhausted all his strength in the duel, and could no longer move except for gasping.

At this moment, the bell of Notre-Dame Cathedral rang three times angrily, as if to warn them of something. They felt scared, they felt ashamed. Eloise realized it was time to go back to her room. Otherwise, it will soon be dawn. When the day comes, their affairs will be easily revealed. So, they made an inseparable but inseparable appearance, kissed again, said goodnight, and then closed the curtain for tonight's love.

Abelard kissed Eloise and quietly sent her out the door. Watching her walk gently through the dark aisle to Ramani's door and into her own room, Abelard closed the door with peace of mind, went to bed, and fell asleep happily.

Since then, Abelard has been mired in the fire of love, unbridled in love, so much so that he forgets everything and loses everything. On one occasion, he confessed to the lover in his arms, "I am so intoxicated with the joy of love that I have no time for philosophical studies, nor for the affairs of school." My lectures are also less vibrant, and when inspiration strikes, I write not the secrets of philosophy, but the poems of love. "Yes, the nights were exhausting. Because the night has been keeping vigil for love, he has dedicated his passion and energy to love. During the day, he was always tired and tired. The head is empty like a walking corpse, and the endless rush of inspiration in the past has become like a cold graveyard.

Except for love, he lost all interest. All he wanted to do all day was to fly with his little lover to that dream paradise. So, although he was lecturing and working, in reality, he was sleeping. It is only when the night comes, when he rejoins his lover's side, that he perks up, and his inspiration and his poetry, as well as his passion and energy, return to his best. Because everything about him already belongs to love.

Eloise, on the other hand, is a young girl in love, and her love affair with men and women and her admiration for the master make her infatuated. In this infatuation and intoxication, books seem so pale and boring. Therefore, her mind is no longer in books, and her mind can no longer be focused on books. Her mind was full of the tenderness and sweetness of her beloved Abellar when she was with them. She no longer feels lonely and sad, because her heart is full of the warmth and warmth of love.

Although she still stays in the study every day as usual, she is no longer reviewing her homework, but reminiscing and fantasizing. Sometimes she would doze off on her desk, because she had not slept well for many nights in a row because of lingering and desire. Although she felt a little tired and sleepy, she was still obsessed with love, and she was hungry and thirsty. In fact, she was also waiting for that moment in the evening, because when that moment came, she would immediately wake up and become charming and well-mannered. Moreover, she has learned to use her tenderness and beauty to get her lover drunk under a pomegranate dress.