The county seat is Weimin Lane, and the three small bungalows are lit with red lights, beaming with joy.

The guests have already taken their leave, and the hustle and bustle of the day is finally over.

The bride, Annette Lu, sat on the edge of the bed, maintaining a fixed posture, and from noon to now, she has not moved, like a puppet, a dried sitting corpse.

Annette Lu also felt that she was a corpse, and she died ten days ago.

The greasy man with safflower closed the door, turned off the headlights again, turned on the small pink lamp at the head of the bed, walked over, picked off his hat and the saffron on his body, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Xiulian's shoulder, sprayed the smell of wine and asked, "It's been a day, you don't say a word, you don't eat or drink water, what do you mean?"

Of course, the corpse doesn't speak, eat, or drink! Xiulian laughed at the shallow stupidity of the greasy man with safflower in her heart, but naturally she was silent.

The greasy man stared at Xiulian's face for a long time, and then pushed her onto the bed: "Sleep!"

Xiulian was weak and was pushed down.

She was about to get up, but she felt a weight in her body, and the greasy man with safflower was already ......

Forget it, the corpse will not resist, Xiulian simply closed her eyes.

The greasy man with safflower pulled the sheet over Xiulian, rough and impatient.

Xiulian tilted her head to the side, opened her eyes, looked at the emerald green curtains, and was distracted by herself, ignoring everything.

The pattern on the curtain is bamboo, one by one.

One of the clumps of bamboo, with only three stems, seemed to be Zhenhua, Qi Lei and himself standing together.

The tallest one should be Zhenhua, the thin one in the middle should be himself, and Qi Lei is a little behind, the short and strong one.

These bamboos grow deep in the mountains, will they eventually be separated? After separation, will these three bamboos still meet?

When the greasy man saw Xiulian turn his head, he was very dissatisfied and scolded: "What do you mean, Lu Xiulian? My mother is begging for a wife, not marrying a dead man!"

Xiulian didn't hear what the greasy man was saying at all, and continued to look at the bamboo on the curtain in a daze.

Until the greasy man with safflower stopped moving, Xiulian pushed him away with her hands, sat up, found her clothes to put on, and turned her back to sleep.

The greasy man with safflower also got up, turned on the headlight casually, uncovered the thin quilt, and carefully looked for something on the bed......

"Mom, sure enough, no, sure enough!" The greasy man with safflower suddenly gritted his teeth and scolded, pulled Xiulian's shoulders over, and asked with red eyes: "Slut, why is there no blood?"

Xiulian looked at the bald man in front of her expressionlessly, still without saying a word.

She didn't know what the man was talking about, or why he called her a slut.

The greasy man raised his hand, as if he wanted to hit Xiulian. But he stopped suddenly, thought for a moment, and looked at it with wide eyes again.

"No, still no!" The greasy man raised his head, slapped Xiulian's face, his eyes breathed fire, and roared in a low voice: "Slut, you say, how many people have you been with before? The kid who smashed your door last night, and the kid who stopped the car and asked for cigarettes today, what does it have to do with you?!"

The slap was not too heavy, but half of Xiulian's face was still red.

She sat up, pulled the sheet over herself, and still didn't say a word, but stared at the greasy man with safflower.

The greasy man with safflower grabbed Xiulian's arm with his left hand, raised his right hand again, gritted his teeth and said, "Slut, if you don't speak, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will kill you!?"

Xiulian looked at the wall lamp above the head of the bed, suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed the pepper-like bulb, and said, "If you move me again, I will crush the bulb and electrocute myself!"

The greasy man with safflower was startled, worried that he would be electrocuted, so he hurriedly let go of Xiulian's arm and scolded:

"Slut, you can finally speak? Lao Tzu asked you, how many people have you been with? That kid last night, what Zhao Zhenhua did today, and what does it have to do with you? Mom, Lao Tzu hasn't married you into the door, and there are two more green hats on his head! Maybe more!"

Xiulian stared at the safflower greasy man's oily and reflective bald head, suddenly smiled, and said, "Isn't it good to be a green hat? I look good, it just covers your disgusting bald head!"

This sentence completely stimulated the greasy man with safflower, and he slapped at Xiulian's face: "Stinky and shameless slut!"

Syllable!

When that slap landed on Xiulian's face, Xiulian just shattered the light bulb at the head of the bed.

There was a bang, a spark burst out, and the headlights on the roof went out.

When the electricity hit, Xiulian and the greasy man's bodies were violently shocked!

"Slut, you really want to die!" the greasy man jumped out of bed in horror, scrambled to find a match, and lit a spare kerosene lamp.

Xiulian's left hand was cut by the light bulb glass with several wounds, and blood was dripping from it.

But Xiulian didn't care, let the wound bleed like water, sat on the bed and didn't move, staring at the greasy man with safflower with a cold face.

The greasy man with safflower also looked at Xiulian, and his eyes finally showed a sense of fear.

Who is not afraid of this kind of cold-blooded and lifeless woman?

Standing for a long time, the greasy man sighed: "Forget it, Lao Tzu has accepted his fate...... Get up, wrap up your wounds, shake the broken glass off the bed, and sleep!"

Xiulian didn't answer, so she got out of bed like that and walked to the toilet in the corner of the room to relieve herself.

The greasy man with safflower looked at Xiulian, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to shake off the broken glass slag on the bed and change it to a sheet.

Xiulian finished her little relief and went back to bed to sleep.

The greasy man with safflower found another towel, wrapped it in Xiulian's hand, and sighed: "Paralyzed, count me unlucky...... I spent thousands of dollars and asked for a second-hand item. ”

Xiulian didn't say a word, and regained the characteristics of a dead corpse.