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Time went on in a step-by-step manner, and winter gradually went away at its own pace, but just as spring had already shown its sharp corners, a heavy snow suddenly struck, and the snow flakes like poplar leaves fell all night, and did not stop in the morning. The snow fell wildly and tried to cover the raised street market on the flat ground, so that the last hideous flight of winter could fly, but the cover set off the bulge even more, but slowed down the inertia of the morning a lot, made many steps sticky, and lengthened the distance from morning to night.

"You cover it so tightly, can you still find the way there? I won't drag you into the ravine later!"

"Say B! Do you still use your eyes when you get used to walking one way? It's good to have a nose!"

Yoriko and I met at the intersection where we usually met. Laizi is wearing a hat on her head, and she is wrapped around her neck like a bandage, which looks very funny. I hurt him, and Lai Zi replied angrily. Don't look at Laizi's low culture, he doesn't do justice all day long, but he can often leak a sentence or two of truth out of his mouth. He said it so that you can't argue with it, and although what he said sounds counterintuitive, it is logical.

Walking down the hill is an open field, even if it is a part of the high mountain that squats in the southeast corner of the city, because the slope here is gentle, so there are many houses, high and low, in and out of line, looking both orderly and disorderly. In the middle of each row of houses there is a two-meter-wide dirt road, some of which are wider, but can only be passed by the largest trolley. The snow obscured all the colors, only white was flying, trying to bury all the seasons, especially the footsteps of spring. Pure white is the color of terror, and although the snow can cover everything in winter, showing the swelling of death, the dawn still comes to earth. Although the current house was covered with heavy snow all night, as if snow-white fluff had suddenly grown, causing the bloat of winter to spread, spreading the density of death, but in the hazy and gloomy morning, there was still smoke curling, and although the cold house was white, people were in it.

The snow fell rapidly, so even if there were early pedestrians, the dripping sockets left on the road were quickly submerged. The snow could only be seen intermittently, but in relatively series of shallow collapses, but nevertheless, the indistinct sockets of the feet showed off the human tracks on a cold morning. At this time, Laizi became a very well-behaved person, as long as he saw the exposed sockets in front of him, he must have aimed before stepping into it, looking at the cautious appearance, as if he could step on a mine if he stepped on it.

"The two of them must have been active at night! After a night of tinkering, it was noisy and smoky!" As he walked, Laizi suddenly stopped, pulled the scarf wrapped around his face downward, exposed his nose, sniffed exaggeratedly at a door, and then raised his hand in front of him and fanned it, and said matter-of-factly. I pouted disapprovingly, and was about to say a few words to him, but subconsciously sniffed my nose, and sure enough, there was a fishy smell coming out of a small yard, but I sniffed hard again, and when I smelled it seriously, the fishy smell became lighter. Human sensations sometimes suddenly lose their reality, like a gust of wind suddenly rushing through the transparent and dense space that surrounds you, rushing towards your face and scraping against your body. When this body suddenly had a feeling, and was about to concentrate on the god to confirm the feeling, this wind quietly burrowed into another invisible gap and disappeared, without a trace, leaving you with only an aftertaste.

In fact, Laizi's feeling is not out of nowhere, because the small courtyard has obviously been renovated, and the chest-high neat low brick wall encloses the door and window with a regular rectangle, and the wall is covered with broken glass, all of which are pointed, showing the threat of a sharp blade, which is an inviolable announcement. The doors and windows had been re-oiled, a warm yellow, and the windows were covered with brand new pink curtains. On the door was a red word of happiness that had not faded, but only half of the word was still glued to the door, and the other half was drooping down. Whenever the wind blows, this half will often be lifted, like a dead leaf that is unwilling to leave the branch in autumn, struggling to flutter, and then hanging down and curling weakly. The ice flowers on the windows of this house are fine and beautiful, like a hazy landscape painting, probably the masterpiece of the people in the house in a night's dreams? The people in the house must still be asleep, because the morning in this small courtyard is quiet.

The canyon is deep, as if it is bottomless, and the cliffs are smooth and delicate, and it is impossible to see what color it is, maybe it is white, like the white of the flesh. Maybe it's red, like the red of blood. It was like a mold placed in a house, and in a trance, the cliff became two mountain peaks standing side by side. In the middle of the two peaks, looming, there seems to be a small river ditch. There was a pale red liquid flowing in the ditch, but the sound of running water was clearly discerning. On both sides of the ditch are small grasses growing thin.

After these images flashed, I saw a big-headed little man wearing Little Red Riding Hood, and I don't know whether he was drilling into a dark cave, or if he had just come out of nowhere, the cave was narrow and not cramped, but "Little Red Riding Hood" seemed to be very tired, sweaty, and gasping for ······ Just as Little Red Riding Hood seemed to have reached the deepest part of the cave and had just poked its head out of the cave, a rapid cry sounded from the top of the two smooth peaks------

I walked through the small courtyard, still a little reluctant, and kept turning back. Whenever I saw the half of the word "happy" hanging down from the door being lifted by the wind and fluttering suddenly, it was as if a constantly bulging cell in my mind exploded with a "bang"! A cluster of sound and color sensory images that had been projected before my eyes collapsed. This is a dream I had not long ago, because the dream is clear, the scene is vivid and vivid, and it is accompanied by inexplicable pleasure, so it has left a deep memory trace. Once activated by a certain circumstance, it resurfaces in the mind.

The dream was reactivated, and the instinctive excitement came out of my mind, as if there was an invisible bottle filled with extremely condensed energy, and the stopper on the mouth of the bottle suddenly burst open!

The more I am afraid, the more I will come, and the more you are afraid that what will happen is inevitable. I couldn't help but feel excited by the vivid dreams, and I couldn't control the fullness of my body, but because it wasn't the time, I was embarrassed and embarrassed, and I had to control it. When we can't control ourselves and we have to control ourselves, we will sweat profusely, as if it is a sign of hard work!

I quickened my pace, trying to quickly escape the range of the half of the happy words, but I couldn't help but turn back frequently, as if I couldn't avoid the throbbing radiation field. Just as I was struggling with patience and doing it hard, just as I was about to explode, the soles of my feet slipped and stumbled, crashing into Raiko. It turned out that it was time to go downhill again, and I didn't have time to change my pace, so I lost my balance.

"Hey, what are you thinking, can I resist you with such a precious physique?" Raiko was knocked out, cushioning the force of the impact. He yelled twice, then turned back. It may have been that my face was abnormal, with a blinding, sneaky evil light, which aroused his suspicions. Laizi's eyes poked down, and he glanced at it consciously, and then said with a wicked smile but seriously: "Thinking about XX? That day, my brother led you to hang a 'pipe' and told you to mess with it and defeat the fire!"

"What do I think about in the morning, I? We're a good guy who is serious about revolution every day, and we have a 'pipe', so you should leave it to you and make it yourself." My face was so hot that I could almost melt the snowflakes that flew from my face, and the color of the mark called shame was revealed, and I was distinctly aware that the instrument had emerged from a moving crevice, desperately searching for the shell of flesh that could contain it, how could a few layers of fig leaf conceal such an urgent swagger?

Who doesn't know who looks like what? It's just right for you to be Lao Li's apprentice. Raiko seemed very tolerant, and did not look at me unrelentingly, exacerbating my predicament. He looked back and said, and continued walking.

"Perhaps, it may be that there is this bit of hypocrisy that has brought order to society. Only people can be hypocritical, so there is society. "I was purely hard-mouthed just now, but these few words were really suddenly realized, so I was full of confidence and categorical. Isn't it? Such an inexplicable throbbing is actually all the germination of a reason, maybe it is the aftermath of a good union, or maybe it is the pursuit of another good union. I had to pretend that nothing was wrong, and even though the desire had fermented and brewed a solution, I had to tighten the mouth of the tube. I can't do a very condensed eruption of the ego as I please, even though it was on a cold morning, on a sparsely populated middle of nowhere, because the windows of the houses on both sides were passages for the gaze, in the shape of the eyes. The thin man who walks in front of me will also cast a mockery of his gaze at any moment. Perhaps because of this, seriousness is easy to pretend. In fact, seriousness is not our true attribute, but it is just a kind of appearance that we present in front of people, and we are all shadows in the sun, but there is no doubt that as long as we are alive, we must and must bear this kind of projection and illumination.

After descending this small slope, you will go up the steep slope, which is actually the real foot of the mountain. The road is covered with high and low rocks, all of which are covered by heavy snow, creating unevenness that confuses you, and if you don't step on it correctly, you will sink into the cracks of the stones, so be extra careful with every step. However, at this time, the snow fell a little more slowly, so the vision was much clearer. As soon as I reached the middle of the slope, a series of clear footprints appeared on the snow, obviously just stepped on. The footprints began to appear in front of a lonely courtyard on our left-hand side. In front of this yard there is an old willow tree, the trunk is not high, but the age of the tree is not short, at least a few decades. The underside of the tree is so thick that not an adult can hug it, but the upper end of the tree grows diagonally upwards with a section of trunk, like an arm stretched out, covering the small yard. This trunk is coiled, with carbuncles like scales growing on it, and it looks like a flying dragon, which is also a good sight. It may be because it is not easy to reclaim a place where a house can be built on a very steep slope, so this house is much smaller than the one under the slope, and the courtyard is also narrow, and once you enter the courtyard gate, you can touch the door without taking two steps. Looking at such a size, you can't grind a big fat pig in the yard. But don't look at it as a place the size of an insoles, as if there is only a place for a cone, but the small house is as strong as a bunker! The bottom of the windows is made of granite, and the walls above are made of special refractory bricks, thick and strong. The courtyard is enclosed with thick iron rods more than one person high, and the tips of the iron rods are arrowheads, like "red tassel guns". The iron rods were also tightly wrapped around the iron thistle nets, and even the larger rats did not want to get into them. Because the slope is steep and the road is narrow, even the trolley can't get up here, and all the building materials have to be picked up with a "soil basket", so it is not easy to build such a strong and regular house here, which shows that the owner of this house is not small.

"Let's make a bet, do you say these footprints are from a gentleman or a girl?" Laizi tilted her head sideways, looked at me with her eyes rolling, and then asked with her chin at the footprints on the road.

"Okay, what are you betting on?" I looked at the footprints on the snow.

According to common sense: men have big feet, women have small feet, men wear flat shoes, women wear high heels. As long as you pay attention, it is easy to distinguish. What was left on the ground was apparently a flat shoe print, and the shoe size was also large.

"Just bet on a pound of sausages. Do you dare?" Lai Zimao got up, kicked up a few steps, and then raised his neck to look up the slope a few times, and then turned around and said a little breathlessly.

"yes! I said it's a man. "I also got up and kicked upwards, and said in the affirmative.

"Haha. I'll have another sausage to eat at noon today!" said Laizi. Then he got up again and kicked upwards. I thought he was trying to get up and see if the person walking was male or female, so I picked up speed and walked up.

Lai Zi first stepped on the top of the slope, although he was so tired that he couldn't breathe, but he still said with the attitude of a victor: "I said, a, a girl! I want two pieces of five pounds, more meat, not a piece of five, half of the flour!"

"You're such a big scoundrel! You only say when you see someone, it doesn't count!" I thought he saw the target and made a bet with me, so I shouted angrily while kicking upwards. I came to the slope and did not see anyone walking near or far away.

When you come to this slope, you can go further on the rugged and winding path. Because the slope of this hill is recessed inward, the direction of the road is almost horizontal, so you can see far away at once. At the corner of the slope, there are two small cliffs that are not very high, but in fact they are two large raised stones with a gap in the middle. It is not known who built a simple toilet using the span between the stones, and the wall is made of gravel blocks, which is more than half a person high. Although there are two rooms on the left and right, there are no male and female signs. But the one on the left is bright and unobstructed. The entrance to the room on the right was blocked by a dilapidated wooden door, and there was no doubt that it was a place for women to and pee.

The footprints from the small courtyard like a bunker came all the way here, and they came to the side with the wooden door. If you want to talk about some eye-catching scenes in the world, it makes people feel strange when you look at them, but there are many that are not strange when you think about them, but there are many that are even stranger. Let's take this wooden door that is obviously to cover up shame, although the upper half of the wooden board has also been deteriorated and rotted by the wind and rain, but none of it has fallen off, and there is no leakage. The bottom half of the planks had apparently fallen off a long time ago, and it was more likely that they had been knocked out artificially, because the underside had been repaired many times, not with slats that had fallen off, but with straw curtains, old floor leather, and thick plastic. Although several layers have been repaired, they have all been torn open, and the squatting position inside can be seen from the outside.

Needless to ask, most of this kind of damage is done by the old men. They're here to sometimes happen to glance inside, or to happen to see something, preferably a close-up of the live stream, of course. However, it does not seem to make too much sense to say that this kind of damage is done by men, unless there is a man with a special fetish among the residents of this neighborhood, or an old bachelor, who can take the trouble to crawl in the dark in the middle of the night or take advantage of no one else to do the same damage. Generally, gentlemen don't have this big addiction, and they want to see that they have it at home, horizontally and vertically. As soon as it gets dark, don't all those old ladies like to call their own ladies to see? So the damage is not necessarily done by the masters, and it may not be a slut who made it up.

"See?" said Laizi asked excitedly in a low voice as he walked a few steps past the toilet.

"What are you looking at?!Besides, we're a new guy with a quack, don't look at what you shouldn't. "Maybe the excitement at the bottom of the slope just now has consumed the tension of the self, so at the moment I said calmly and disapplausively.

"Are you a mule? You have a dick and a piece of waste meat! This slut is pulling a card there and telling us to look at it casually, and there is no charge, and it is not a hooligan. I don't believe you're pretending to be blind! What a ······."

"Are you still sick? I didn't see it in hard pretend, but you pretended to see it! Even if people pulled the card, they didn't tell us to look at it casually, and it wasn't blocked tightly?" I think Laizi is really reasonable, so I will tell the truth. On such a remote mountain road, there is a place on the side of the road where people must take off their pants when they enter, and there is a hole that makes all the concealment meaningless. A woman has already taken off her pants and squats in the range of the hole with her legs crossed. Men passing by only had to squint their eyes to see the shapes they often wanted to see with the eyes that pierced the trousers that were wrapped in two bulging lumps of flesh. I said that I didn't move my gaze, and I didn't deliberately deviate my gaze, and that was the biggest deviation!

"This girl must be alone in the empty room! Or she can brave the heavy snow and run outside in the morning to pull Karasa? If there are old men at home, she can't bear it!

"Nonsense. Didn't you see her pulling a big shoe? She's a clean person, she doesn't want to pull and pee in the house. I said.

"It's hard to say. Lai Zi thought about it, and his mind seemed to have drifted to a place far away in the past, or somewhere in the future, and said very meaningfully.

As we walked past the improvised toilet at the corner of the slope, a young woman was squatting in front of it, facing the hole at the bottom of the wooden door. But perhaps because of the angle, I hurried by, and at a quick glance, I could only see that she was wearing a military coat and pulling a large suede leather shoe, although she had her legs crossed, but the gaps were covered by the hem of the coat, and nothing was bare and naked.