43 Helen and the Prince

Suddenly, I saw a cricket crawling on the ground, and when I bent down again, I saw that it was still a woman. Listen closely, and there's a male cricket barking in the direction it's going. She doesn't care if she's calling herself or not, anyway, you're calling a woman, since you're a woman, what the hell is polite to tell you, go to bed first to win.

I followed it for twenty or thirty minutes. She stopped as she walked, and when the male cricket stopped croaking, it remained motionless, like an enemy combat plane flying away from radar tracking, and had to sit still and wait for it to appear again. If you can follow it to the end, you can often see a man with multiple mothers.

Of course, that's the way it is, if you like it, I like it, and I go when you go, and it can not come from one direction, but it can reach a destination at the same time.

The strange phenomenon is that crickets are much smarter than people. Normally, if two female crickets do not arrive at the same time, the next female cricket will not arrive, because as soon as the female cricket arrives, she has become a good wife, and she will kill the male cricket at once.

Crickets are happy to be women, this is also a special arrangement of God, mainly to suppress its wings, so that it can no longer be called, just like today's spicy wife, control the husband and don't let the junior enter the door, if you don't obey, I will bite you to death.

Generally speaking, female crickets are still relatively timid, because it is the female on top, when mating, so when the female cricket enters the nest, the male cricket does not shout so loudly, but whispers: Climb up, people have already put their stomachs on the ground.

When the male cricket is screaming, that is, when it is advertised, it makes the two copper wings open well, one by one, and produces the largest sound with the greatest friction. And once the woman was led to the bed, it didn't dare to be louder anymore, it was very passive, and it would only honestly make the two copper pieces lighter and less rubbing, and only symbolically called, asking the female cricket to climb up.

Bitter, our male crickets, the time is surprisingly long, the women can't come down, the men can only stay motionless, otherwise they will bite you to death. Who called you? If you want to watch the natural mating of crickets, I don't think you will have the patience to do so. ）

"Here," said little Helen, "we have just called here, and it may be in this pile of rotten rocks, and we will move it away." ”

"Silly, such a lot, can you get it?" The little prince said

"Silly, as long as we catch this cricket, do we still need to move it?" Little Helen said.

"Do you think it's all on its feet, you move it, and it will drill into it. Move to the end, when you see it, if you are not careful, it flies again, leaving you without knowing where it has gone. The little prince said.

"So, are crickets something that can never be caught?" Helen tilted her head and said.

"No," said the little prince, "we are going to choose the crickets with holes, and they usually make holes in the grass, and we can drive them out of the holes with little straw sticks, and how easy it will be." ”

"Then," said little Helen, "if there were a nice cricket in this pile of stones, would you not remove this pile of stones?" I'm talking so beautifully. ”

"You don't know, crickets are all the same beautiful, and those fluttering wings look so beautiful. However, the pair of wings is not used to fly, and the wings responsible for flight are another pair, which hides under the copper wings. The little prince said.

"You're funny," said little Helen, "can a cricket have two pairs of wings?" Definitely. Isn't it like a human being, one mouth is used to eat, while the other is used to sing. Is that so? Brother Prince. ”

"I'm two years older than you, it's not for nothing, besides, playing crickets is a boy's business, you girls don't understand anything, this is very reasonable, if you know more than me, that's a crazy girl." The little prince said.

"Then I ask you," said little Helen, "whether the crickets are male or female?" ”

"Both men and women," said the little prince mischievously, "the men are so beautiful, and the women are not at all good-looking, and the eyes are astringent." ”

"You mean I," said little Helen, "you mean that I am not beautiful at all, because I am a female cricket, because you are a male cricket, selfish, deeply selfish." You're lying, you took the risk of seeing male crickets with small **, and I said that they were all female crickets. ”

"They're all dressed, can you see that?" The little prince said.

"Since they are all dressed, then what do you have to say about the male and female, you can't jump to conclusions if you can't see it. I said that female crickets are prettier than male crickets, and that is not good-looking is male crickets. Helen sided with the female crickets, emphasizing that the female crickets looked better than the male crickets.

"When I was younger, I believed that female crickets were better looking than male crickets, but my grandfather told me that the beautiful crickets were male crickets. But I also asked my grandfather: Then why does that ugly cricket have a long little ** on its buttocks? My grandfather said that when he was a child, he also thought that this was the ** of crickets, and regarded the crickets with this ** as male crickets, and then he grew up for a long time before he really understood that this was not the ** of male crickets. The little prince was seriously answering the difficult question about the male and female of the cricket.

"Something that looks so long on the ass, why isn't it **?" Little Helen was talking to herself a little.

"Silly," said the little prince, "the cow has such a long thing on her buttocks, so why is it not a male cow either?" ”

"That's the tail," said little Helen, "and you really think I don't know anything about it, and if it were **, it wouldn't grow hair, and other cows have hair on their tails." ”

"You haven't seen the **, you know!" The little prince said.

"If you're willing to look at me, I can see it, but I'm afraid you're a stingy person, and you can't even let people take a look." Little Helen deliberately made her words stink, so that the little prince wouldn't feel embarrassed if she didn't look at her, anyway, things were expected.

"That's not the kind of people," said the little prince, a little unconvinced, and stretched the end of his little pants with his two hands, "come and see." ”

Little Helen stepped forward and stood in front of the little prince, and lowered her head to look inside the little prince's little trousers.

As early as foreign antiquity, there were painters who painted an oil painting of children's themes based on the description of the novel at this time. In this painting, a little girl and a little boy are depicted. The boy stretched his trousers open with his own hands, and the girl poked her head inside, and the name of the painting was: Helen and the Prince.

"So that's the case," little Helen looked at the little prince's ** and said, "Isn't it just that he has one more finger than me, and keeps saying that he is a ghost man." ”