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

The simple physiological desire is transformed into the most fragrant and sweet tenderness through the delicate feelings of Eloise. www.biquge.info How can this feeling not make 38-year-old Abelard obsessed and intoxicated? But no, what man can get rid of the intoxication of love and escape the tenderness of women? And Abelard fell deeper, because he met not an ordinary woman, but a talented woman of the world. Since this talented woman can have infinite exploration power in the scriptures of celebrities, she will also invest infinite power in the emotion of love.

Because he had adjusted his lessons to Eloise in the evenings, he had to work at the school throughout the day. In the mornings, he has to give lessons to his students, and in the afternoons, he has to study research and deal with school affairs. But a new life experience that had never been seen before had taken him away from philosophy and made him shift his passion for lecturing philosophy and theology to love. As a result, the teaching and research that filled him with enthusiasm have become boring and even impatient. He had little mind or interest in picking up the scriptures and famous books, and teaching his students was entirely on errands. Although it was obvious to the students that he was running away and unable to concentrate because he was in love, they knew that even Socrates would sin, and instead of blaming him, they would tolerate him. As a result, he fell deeper and deeper, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Although they had been together for a long time, they had learned almost nothing about books. Their whole learning process is actually a process of passion and indulgence. In the process, they discover how ignorant they are of this kind of happiness, and this awareness and perception also makes them more willing to pursue happiness, and at the same time, it also intensifies their desire to love each other.

At this time, Abelard could not accomplish anything except lecturing. Because all he had on his mind was Eloise. Although he had moved his lessons to Eloise in the evening, and in the afternoon he could do some academic research, but as soon as he picked up the book and looked at it, his mind was full of things about his and Eloise's closeness and affection together. So much so that I read the book for a long time, but I don't know what it is. Although he is still writing poetry, he has stopped writing other poems except for those dedicated to his beloved little lover. In the past, he wrote many poems that explored the mysteries of philosophy. These psalms have been sung in many places to make people rejoice and rejoice in what they have done, or for those who have died to sing and comfort them in their grief. And he had no interest in writing these psalms. He has become a walking corpse that only comes back to life and vitality when he sees his beloved Eloise at night.

However, the three hours they spent together in the evening were so short, as short as a meteor flashing in the sky, and then they had to separate and begin to wait for the next time to meet. Yes, they have too much passion, and the time is too short, so that the passion in their hearts has not been released, and the time to break up has come.

Their love deepened, and that night, when they were about to say goodbye and leave, they hugged and kissed, but it was like life and death. The next day, Eloise begged her uncle, Fulbert, to let Abelard move in with her. Fulbert readily agreed, and let the famous theologians of all Paris live in his house, which Fulbert felt was a very face-saving matter.

After Abelard moved to Eloise's house, the two met day and night, and the fire of love quickly burned their sanity to ashes.

Abelard's room was on the westernmost side of the second floor, and it was a room that was usually reserved for guests visiting from afar. Together with Eloise's bedroom, only in the middle of the room is the maid Ramani's room. The furnishings of the house are very basic. There was an old sofa for two, a coffee table, a wardrobe, and a queen bed. And for Abelard, just having a big bed is enough. Because with this big ship, he can fly to heaven with his beloved.

In the evening, Abelard hurried over after dinner, and came to Eloise's study to give her a lecture. Their lectures are still snuggled or cuddled together, with waiting and the passion that has been accumulated throughout the day to communicate and dialogue. By this time, they no longer felt that the three hours of the evening were so short, but that they had been so long. Because they are bent on flying to heaven together. Ah, heaven, what will happen to love in heaven?

When the church bell rang for night, the two hugged and kissed and said, "Good Night," and then Abelard took the oil lamp and sent Eloise back to her room. The two of them went out of the study together, illuminated the dark aisle with an oil lamp, and walked towards the west. Together, they walked to Eloise's bedroom door and stopped. Abelard wanted to bring Eloise into the room, so he said, "Can I go into your bedroom and have a look?"

Eloise shook her head and said, "No, no one is allowed in my room except my doctor. As she spoke, she took the oil lamp from Abelard's hand, pointed to the door next door, and said, "Ramani lives next to her, so she can see that it is not good." ”

He nodded and whispered, "Honey, I'm waiting for you, you come quickly." ”

Eloise nodded and said, "I know. Then he pushed the door open and went inside.

Abelard continued west through two rooms to the westernmost room. He went inside, lit the oil lamp, began to take off his clothes, and went into the bathroom next to him to take a shower. After taking a shower, he blew out the oil lamp, because if his lamp was still on at this time, it would be easy to attract the attention of others. Then he went to the door, opened it softly, closed it gently, and went up to bed, where his little lover awaited.

He had expected his little lover to come over soon. However, he waited for a long time, as if he had been waiting for centuries, and still did not hear a single movement. He wondered if she was too scared to come, but then he thought that Eloise was an honest girl, and she would never go back on what she had promised him. Then he wondered if she had fallen asleep, and had forgotten that she was here, but he thought it should not, for he knew that she was eagerly looking forward to being with him. None of these are the ones, so what could be the reason?

He waited, waited, and waited, until he was discouraged, and felt like his passion was going to disappear. But she still didn't come. In the end, he was so disappointed that he fell asleep in the quiet of the night.