After dinner, the Federation of Literary and Art Circles held a ball, and the good dancers dressed up in flowers. Wenzhu was not good at this, so he pushed it back in every possible way, but he couldn't match the cuckoo's invitation, so he went in desperation.

I studied it a few times in the national standard university, but I haven't tried it in the third year, rumba, tango, and waltz have heard of it. It's not stepping on people, it's bumping into people, and I always can't keep up with the point, and it's just a few times, and the interest is over.

Disco and Perak can also bluff the layman, the key is to dance freely without rules, without waiting for the beat to step on the back, left and right.

The interest in dancing is gone, and there is more time to play football. What dribbling, passing and cutting cooperation, accelerating start, staring at the anti-slip shovel, volleying, fish jumping to the top, long-distance running, fake shooting and real passing, inverted hook and other eighteen kinds of martial arts, Wenzhu is proficient in everything, and is also good at corner frog jumping, cold and long-range shooting is also a good trick, and has repeatedly broken the deadlock.

In fact, there are 360 lines in life, as long as you work hard, there is always one line that suits you.

The ballroom on the second floor resembles a rectangular pool, with a whole mirror installed on one wall, making the dancers illusory in it, allowing the real to compete with the fake. The lights swirl softly, the soft music falls to every corner, and the dancers sway in the pool, light like the clear water in the lake, overflowing the embankment.

Wen Zhu dared to invite the cuckoo to dance a song, and before he dared to say that his dancing skills were useless, he was much calmer, because he was really afraid of foreign appearances. Cuckoo just giggled, she didn't believe that he was a dance-blind, she thought that it was the modesty of the literati, and his figure was born for dance, and she liked it more and more.

In the hazy light, walking a few steps with the music, the cuckoo seemed to return to the past in a trance, fluttering in the arms of the green pine, and couldn't help but look up at Wenzhu.

Wen Zhu had nowhere to avoid, that hot gaze could burn everything, so she had to gently smack her waist with her fingers, her cheeks suddenly flew with colorful clouds, life could not be crossed, and she realized that what Wen Zhu said was true. The steps were stiff, the dancing was clumsy, awkward, and rhythmless, and he just wanted to remind him of two sentences, but his feet stepped on.

Wen Zhu was careful to beware, beware of his feet, beware of his side, but the more he was vigilant, the more panicked he became, afraid of something, seeing that he stepped on it, he hurriedly made amends, and said in a panic: "Distracted, hurt the angel, does it hurt?"

Wen Zhu said as he bent down to check, and the angel couldn't bear it when he saw him so sincere, so he hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay, continue." He took him by the hand, but he didn't step on it with all his might, and her pain was not as good as the conflict he had imagined.

Finally finished a song, which is equivalent to escaping a catastrophe, Wen Zhu saw that people were relaxed, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, so he was not embarrassed, like a sauna. But no matter how hot the sauna is, it is clean, and it is comfortable, but now it is hot and uncomfortable.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, the cuckoo asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine. I'm not a dancer, and I'm so nervous that my clothes are sweaty. ”

"Why don't you go out for a yo-yo?"

"Okay. ”

I don't want to delay for a second, for fear that the music will play and I will have to suffer again. Out of the door of the dance hall, Wen Zhu realized that the paradise turned out to be a place to escape from sin.

"It's a bit of a pity that I didn't dance with you. ”

"It's good to take a walk, which way to go?"

"How's the hill by the lake?"

The hill is actually a hill, on the west side of the resort, at an altitude of five or six thousand centimeters, rising from the lake in the south. The two of them went west, and at seven o'clock twilight came from all directions, the last pink of the setting sun was gone, and the birds chirping in the trees fell silent. But the wind blew tirelessly from the surface of the lake, and the heat of the day was mostly gone.

The hill is not high, but the stone steps spiral upward, and there are lights every ten meters, faintly lit. If you look at it from a distance, you really suspect that it was sent by a large firefly, and sometimes it is a kind of beauty to be misty.

There are stone chairs under the street lamps, smooth enough to shine, and cool to sit in summer. There is a stereo next to the chair, buried in a special cement box, revealing a little, and the lyrical music slowly floats up, filling the entire hillside, and the evening breeze is indescribably pleasant.

Many small insects flew around the street lamp, hoping that the weak light would bring them energy and give them strength. Blindly pursuing, there is more death after the bat.

The two of them talked and laughed, climbed the stairs, and the mood was indescribably happy, like a tree swaying in the wind on the side of the road. There will also be some walkers along the way.

Half an hour later, the two climbed to the top of the lake and had a panoramic view. Except for the refraction of some starlight, the lake is endlessly dark, and the sky is connected in the distance. The sound of the waves was noisy at the foot of the mountain, and a few fireflies flickered and flickered.

During the day, you can still see some purse seine nets on the lake, a few small boats shuttling, a few wild ducks playing in the water, and you can vaguely see the vague outline of the opposite side. The aquatic plants on the edge of the lake are clustered with the waves, and the water is not as green as the Wendong River. Taihu Lake is beautiful, maybe more imaginary. For the hometown, people always praise it selflessly.

The summer weather is unpredictable, you can't guess the change of it in the next moment, just like the change of face in Sichuan opera, so fast that people are caught off guard, just clear sky, suddenly dark clouds, strong winds, pouring like a pour.

The two of them were covered in thundershowers, the starlight and moonlight were swept away by the wind, and the branches of the trees tilted vigorously in one direction of the wind, as if someone was pulling them.

Running down the hill is a wasted effort, because the cuckoo is wearing high heels, and the bean-sized raindrops will take advantage of the situation to kill the general, and you will not be allowed to evacuate calmly, splashing the old water on the stone steps. The line is like a note, and it is difficult to open the eyes.

Wen Zhu and the cuckoo looked at each other, did not run in vain, chose a shorter and stronger tree trunk, and avoided the wind and rain, the tree was tall and afraid of being injured by lightning strikes.

In fact, no matter how big and dense the canopy is, it can't cover anything, Wenzhu keeps the limelight, lets the wind run behind him, and lets the rain fall down his cheeks, it is a man who has to take on something.

Freshly dried clothes can be wrung out of the water and wet once on the dance floor from the inside out, which is due to tension, and now they are wet again from the outside in, thanks to God. Wet clothes do not mean frustration, and it doesn't matter if you get wet again, but you are worried about whether the cuckoo in front of you can withstand the wind and rain.

Although it is said that women are made of water, this storm is not easy to provoke, and the rain hits wherever the wind goes. The cuckoo's hair, face, and skirt were all spared.

Although the man in front of her couldn't cover up much wind and rain, she still looked at him gratefully. Two people are a hundred times stronger than one person to resist wind and rain, the key is psychological feelings. A woman's happiness is to be accompanied by a responsible man, day and night, wind and rain, and the difference between sun and rain is not big.

"This rain is so fierce that I don't even have a chance to hide. The cuckoo provoked the conversation, and the water splashed under his feet.

"If you can't dodge, you will face it head-on. Thank you for the natural bathing that nature has given us. ”

"You like rain?"

"Rain prefers both of us. ”

"The two of us?"

"Yes, both of us. ”

There was no one around. The nerves that come from the rain on a summer night are also nerves that go, just like a child's venting, solving problems in a quarter of an hour. Luotang Chicken looked at Luotang Chicken, and the two laughed.

The rain washed away the rouge on the cuckoo's face, and there were still a few drops of water, which were more beautiful than the previous ones. The soaked clothes on his body were clinging to his carcass, and the curves of his body were even more exquisite, burning Wenzhu's gaze.

Seeing Wen Zhu looking at himself intently, the cuckoo turned his back in shame, his heart "fluttered", and when he looked down, he found that the white dress was translucent against his skin tone, and his face was red.

Looking at the white back of the cuckoo, Wen Zhu remembered the lilacs in the rain, and was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took off his short sleeves and wrung water. Hearing the strange noise, the cuckoo turned around, and the strong muscles were exposed in the light, so that he wanted to touch it, but such an intimate action was always just an idea.

"Wenzhu, what are you doing? It won't be selling spring!"

"Selling spring?haha, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so put it on. Wen Zhu handed over the short sleeves.

"What about you?"

"I'm coarse-skinned, I'm fine. When I was a child, I often ran shirtless in the rain, and my clothes were wrapped in plastic paper. ”

"Not afraid of catching a cold?"

"It's a small thing to catch a cold. If your clothes are wet, you have to hit the board. ”

"The house rules are so strict. ”

"When I was a child, I was used to skin, and I couldn't do it without collecting bones. My parents were also afraid that I would catch a cold and would not let me play in the rain. I like to run in the rain, and the wilderness is mine. ”

"Nobody said you were crazy?"

"Yes, madmen don't care. What you like doesn't change for someone else. ”

The wet skin couldn't withstand the cool of the wind, and the cuckoo with short sleeves was still shivering with cold, and Wenzhu opened the way down the mountain. The rainwater from the mountain gushes out from all over the place, muddy and cheerful to the bottom of the mountain, and merges into several small ditches to flow into Taihu Lake.

Exercise is hot, and when he walked near the hotel, the cuckoo was almost not cool, and he returned the short sleeves of Wenzhu. He didn't push back, and accompanied her to her room. The aisle was empty, and the dance party was not over. There are two people living in her room, Xiaoqian has left, and she is left alone.

The cuckoo opened the door and entered, the heat surged, and he threw away his high heels when he entered the house, and looked for the remote control to turn on the air conditioner. Wen Zhu stood at the door, one foot outside, one foot inside, wanting to say goodbye, but the words had not yet come out.

"Brother, come in, what are you doing in a daze?"

Wen Zhu struggled inwardly whether to go in, but his feet did not obey the call and moved in. I didn't think it was right, I wanted to turn back, and I just turned around.

"Brother, close the door. Kettle water, I'm going to take a shower. ”

Wen Zhu obediently closed the door, manipulating people like a puppet. The moment the door closed, he found that there was no way back. Tonight, it is destined to be uncalm.

Wen Zhu didn't know how to turn on the TV, didn't know how to boil water, and didn't know how to sit on the edge of the bed. The mind is chaotic with excitement, the TV picture is not as clear as the picture in the rain, and the sound in the picture is not as pleasant as the sound of the water in the shower room.

The soul wants to go, the body stays, the body betrays the soul, and the soul compromises angrily.

Time disappeared in the switching of the picture, the water in the kettle was boiling, Wen Zhu turned a blind eye, and rubbed the sheets with his hands uneasily, the sheets were so white and so white, so white that it was dazzling. If you don't leave, people will have to take a bath, and the visual impact will make people lose their minds.

The flesh scolds the soul as a coward, and the heart is moved, so to hell with ethics. The soul fights back against the shamelessness of the flesh, all like you, what human nature is there in the world.

Desire was kindled in the rain on the mountain, and it burned all the way to the house, and the rain did not extinguish it, and it is not easy to extinguish it now. Unless you leave this room, the thoughts of desire can be cut off. But Wen Zhu's legs seemed to be poured with lead and burned on the floor, and he couldn't move.

"Brother, the water is boiling. What are you thinking? The cuckoo who came out of the bath came, and his voice was as smooth as a yellow warbler, and he threw a dry towel over him.

Smelling the fragrance and knowing the woman, Wen Zhu took the towel and glanced at it in a panic, and the cuckoo in the nightdress was even more charming. Wen Zhu didn't dare to think about it, and while wiping his head, he went to pull the plug of the kettle, staring at the carpet in front of his feet, afraid that he would have the urge to commit a crime if he left.

"Brother, you have entered the house until now, and you haven't said a word, do you have something on your mind? ”

Brother after brother, more sultry than the spring breeze. The soul is retreating, on the verge of collapse, like a carpet to be trampled by the flesh. The flesh of desire is red across the board, and the primitive instinct is cheering. Wenzhu had an epiphany in the contradiction and went with the flow.

"I'm afraid that as soon as I open my mouth, I will lose my humanity. ”

"Because of my charisma. ”

"The captives have no room to speak. By heart, your nightdress is so sexy. Wen Zhu complimented.

"What about people?" asked the cuckoo ambiguously.

"Sexier. ”

"Your hairstyle isn't bad, it's wilder than the primitives. ”

The hairstyle in the mirror is like a cockscomb, black and shiny. Wen Zhu felt that bursts of dark incense were coming, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold it.

"I want to go back and take a shower. ”

"It's the same here. ”

"But。。。。。。 Wen Zhu wanted to say that there was no change of clothes and pants.

"But what?"

The cuckoo interrupted Wen Zhu's words, pushed him with a push, and pushed him to the shower room. He stumbled under his feet, and she hurried to help, and he tugged at his nightgown in a panic. That thing can't stand the at all, it's a good thing.

Wen Zhu was stunned, not knowing how to end, and the cuckoo hid his face in shame. Wen Zhu didn't bother to take a shower, so he washed it indiscriminately and went back to the room, carrying a silk nightdress in his hand.

Lightning streaked across the sky and flashed across the curtains, followed by the rumbling of thunder, and God's intermittent nerves flared up again.

The cuckoo was hiding in the quilt delicately, Wen Zhu lifted the quilt, she curled up on her side like a mermaid, and her face was like a ripe red strawberry.

Wenzhu wondered if Adam had ever been tempted to do so, and if not, he would not have left the Garden of Eden.

Human reproduction is inseparable from primitive impulses and temptations.

A man is a river, and a woman is also a river, rushing down the mountain after the rain, with the fragrance of the earth. At the foot of the mountain, it merges into a more and more magnificent river, rushing, mighty, singing, no one can stop it. Joy is like a wave to witness all the way, and morality is precipitated like a grain of sand. Along the way, the waves are turbulent, like the Yangtze River lapping on both sides during the flood season, flooding with primitive passion.

An aircraft carrier sailed into the sea, went deeper, deeper, and the sea was no longer lifeless. Happiness comes from all sides like a spring, and happiness is like a fountain, squirting higher and higher each time, so high that it is unattainable, scattered like fireworks, and scattered at an accelerated rate. It feels so good to be weightless, like flying.

Climb from one peak to another and bloom the flower of life at the peak.

The storm came again, like the wind and rain on a hill, impenetrable and breathless.

There was a thunderclap, the earth shook the mountains, everything fell silent, and the sea on the other side of the mountain was really wide.

The sheets by the window were drenched by the shower outside the window, and the two sat on the other bed, leaning on each other and admiring each other. The truth faces the truth without restraints. The cuckoo stroked Wen Zhu's strong chest with his palm, and the crimson on his face had not yet faded.

"Heaven really misses me, and let me meet you again when I am barren. ”

Wen Zhu can't be sure whether he is impulsive or love for her, impulse is temporary, and love is long-lasting. Maybe it wasn't fair to her, but he couldn't draw a conclusion. If impulse is also a kind of love, then the world is full of love.

He looked at her towering breasts, wondering how much milk it had produced. Her eyes were closed, her face full of intoxication.

* It is a symbol of fertility and the source of life. Buntake grew up drinking milk when he was a child, and even though his mother's* was shriveled like a noodle bag due to lack of nutrients, he was still his favorite. Now it is the hope of the nation, and the domestic milk powder is so distressed that people are speechless, and they have to rely on it to produce assured milk. There is a striking cinnabar on the crisp breast on the right side of the cuckoo.

"I can't see it, you have a big mole on your chest. Wenzhu joked. The cinnabar was dazzling on the mutton fat white jade-like skin.

"It's not as good as you, two moles in one corner. Cuckoo retorted.

"Where is it?" Wen Zhu asked eagerly, because he also wanted to know.

"A pillar of optimus underneath. ”

I didn't expect her to look at it so carefully, Wen Zhu's face burned darkly, and she subconsciously blocked it with her hand.

The cuckoo fell asleep in Wenzhu's arms, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, fragrant and dreamless all night.

God outside the window was still intermittently nervous, a lightning, a thunder, a wind and rain.