Originally, the villagers wanted to see a lively scene. In this marriage where the frame of men and women is reversed, how does the full moon marry Mao Xiang, how does Mao Xiang marry into the full moon family, and how does the xylophone take care of the ending. It wasn't until the banquet that the villagers returned home disappointed. I think that there is nothing lively to see, but it is just a very normal wedding. It's not how dazzling it is, and it's not how earthy it is.

On the first night of the wedding, Zhu'er insisted on moving out of her courtyard and living in a house in a foreign company. The full moon is very unpleasant. She persuaded Zhu'er to let him live with Mao Xiang and herself. Zhu'er firmly disagreed. He said, I'd like to go out and live. The full moon had a hard time, but he couldn't say it, so he told the xylophone. Xylophone also agreed with Zhu'er's decision. She said that the baby is older and has his own thoughts and plans. As long as you two treat him warmly in the future, you won't be able to let go of your heart.

At night, the foreign bank came to the cave house with a few cubs as usual. After all, because of age and identity, I don't dare to make a big fuss. They came to the house, sat upright, let Mao Xiang accompany them to drink tea for a long time, ate a few pieces of candy, smoked a few cigarettes, and then talked nonsense in the north and south of the world, and were sent out of the house.

When Shigeru turned back to the house, the full moon had already begun to spread out the bed.

Mao Xiang plugged in the door and hugged the full moon tightly in his arms. The shaved mouth was pressed against the cheeks of the full moon, and he rubbed it boldly. The two of them no longer have to make out as fearfully as they did a few days ago. can do whatever the two of them want to do openly, including intimacy at this time.

At this time, the full moon is satisfied. The bitter days of being alone for more than ten years will be gone forever. She can raise her head again, hold her chest high, and under the support of the man's broad and strong arms, run for her own good days and moons, and live her own new life. {Oriental Fiction Network}

She complied with Mao Xiang's wishes, obediently lay down in his generous arms, and closed her eyes. Yi Ren Maoxiang unbuttoned his clothes, stripped off his clothes, boldly probed every hidden part of his body, and caress every inch of sensitive areas on his skin unscrupulously. There is unbearable heat all over the body, and there is unbearable desire rushing through the body. Slowly, the full moon became dizzy, drunk, and lethargic. Dizzy in the touch of the man's rough fingertips, intoxicated by the fumigation of the sweaty smell of the man's body, and sleeping in the man's chest full of hard muscles. She felt the sound of the storm from light to heavy, from slow to urgent, from soft to fierce, gradually like a thunderbolt flashing through her heart, the torrential rain overflowing the embankment, and the rammer hitting her soul hard.

In the waves of the ocean that floated and submerged again and again, the two of them felt a taste of rebirth. It is the rebirth of youth, the rebirth of limbs, the rebirth of days, the rebirth of desires that are about to be extinguished.

This night, for the Maeki and the full moon, is a night of rebirth.

Nanjing is the birthplace of xylophone, the place of her injury, and the place where she misses day and night. Such complex emotions, mixed and kneaded into the sensitive and vicissitudes of the woman's chest, are destined to the complex emotions and inexplicable suppressed emotions of Xylophone's trip to Nanjing.

She and Maosheng carried small bags and big bags, took a car from the town to the county seat, then transferred to a bus, bumped all the way to Jinan, and then changed to a train to go straight to Nanjing. In the fatigue of bumpy and changing cars all the way, Xylophone once again fell into the feeling of loss and depression when he left Nanjing, and could not extricate himself. She spoke very little, her spirits were low, and a few times she even came up with the idea of going home.

This kind of contradictory and inconsistent psychology is not clear even to the xylophone itself. A poem suddenly popped up in her mind, "Closer to home is more timid". What is the sentence below, I can't remember for a while. But it's absolutely familiar, and it's stuck in my throat, and I can't pronounce it. So, she lamented that the poems and books she read when she was a student had been weathered by the wind, frost, snow and rain in the mountains and wilderness of Xinghua Village for more than ten years, and finally disappeared. Several times, she laboriously mobilized the memory fragments that sank into the depths of her mind, and after several tosses, she wanted to hurt her brain. I finally remembered that this was a poem "Crossing the Han River" written by the poet Song Zhiwen in the early Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem also gushed out: "The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter repeats the spring." The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone. ”

At the moment when the memory returns, the train on which the xylophone is riding is rumbling on the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge.

This book was first published.

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