The catkins flew and looked up at the sky, the clear blue sky in the evening of autumn, like the endless calm North Lake; The intense moonlight danced in the air, like the microwaves on the surface of a lake; The sorghum in the west of the village of the suburban farmhouse compound swayed its plump ears from time to time, like fluctuating red water; The yellowed leaves gave the fields a withered color. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Such a good moonlight," the catkins Feiyang didn't believe it, pulled up the soaring eagle from the darkness to the light, and asked: "Are you afraid of the dark, or are you afraid of me?" ”

The soaring eagle looked up at the moon and did not answer.

She knew there that the soaring eagle was afraid of the dark, that is, on the night of the detention room, after being frightened by her mother-in-law, she had nightmares all night, dreaming of nightmares, dreaming of catkins flying, so she shouted and was afraid when she encountered the darkness.

Although she couldn't figure out the reason, she knew that she couldn't give up on psychiatric treatment, and she had to use her love to help him continue to find memories, so as to arouse the frozen heart of the soaring eagle, so that it could thaw up as soon as possible and continue to remember; "In order to deceive the classmates that night, our double reed performance was so decent."

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I......'m afraid," the soaring eagle still kept shouting and being afraid, it was that the night had not yet passed, and the dawn had not yet come.

"What are you afraid of!" The catkins patted the dust on his body, and told in a subtle voice: "Mom is not a tiger, what are you afraid of!" ”

"You are a tiger," at this time, the soaring eagle regarded the catkins flying as an enemy, regarded her as a tiger, and said timidly: "Afraid, afraid, afraid that you will be persecuted, and will not be allowed to leave half a step." "Don't be afraid!" The catkins continued to coax like a child, and changed the topic to achieve comfort, pointing to the osmanthus tree in the yard of the station in front of him: you see that tree is blooming with small white flowers, the smell of flowers is overflowing, and the fragrance is wafting everywhere, even in the air, there is a rich fragrance.

She imagined pulling the soaring eagle out of her chaotic memories and stopping at the young man who was full of osmanthus rain.

At that time, your terrible eyes, looking straight ahead. Look at my boobs, look at my ass. I still don't understand: why do men like to look at women's boobs and buttocks?

Could it be that a woman's chest and buttocks are cocked can make a man's heart move? Does it have to be convex and backward to be the only aesthetic standard for men? Like me, I have slender legs, a slender body, slightly bulging breasts, and a plump and round ass......

"Ass, hey, hey!" The soaring eagle finally came to its senses, changed the subject, stopped shouting and was afraid, and a mentally ill person was also interested in the ass.

In that case, continue to keep him mindful of himself so that he can be recognized.

You stare and see; I have long black and beautiful shawl hair.

"Long hair......" he stroked her hair. It can be known that at that time, in order to welcome your arrival, I also deliberately put on makeup and dressed up, first washed my hair, dried it, and put on brand-name hair oil. "Hair oil!" He even asked, "What kind of hair oil," and then continued to mumble, "She died, I killed her." ”

She didn't give up and continued to look for memories: that night, as now, the long hair of the shawl was blown by the breeze, soft and poplar, and fluttered in the wind, exuding a pungent fragrance of roses, which was enough to compete with the rich fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

"Fuxiang!" He asked with a closed voice: "Where is the fragrance, a stinking smell of the nose?" ”

She was very upset when she heard the curse, but she still suppressed her anger, and continued to recall: it was not like that night, and she looked like she had no interest, and secretly approached me, and opened her bloody mouth, as if a hungry wolf had devoured a lamb in one gulp. Take a deep breath on your hair.

Say what! It's like just drinking a cup of coffee, and my heart is happy, and I close my eyes, and I can't calm down for a long time.

At the time, I was a little scared that you would swallow me as coffee. Thanks to your classmates in front, you don't dare to make deviant actions.

"What deviance?" He didn't think about these things at all, and he didn't understand where the memories came from, which means that he also had no memories.

It didn't work on J's mental illness.,It's not getting better.,But disgusted.,Roaring: "Stinky! Don't be entangled, she's dead, I killed ......"

What is this called finding memories? Looking around, I was angry, but I couldn't be angry, I listened to the doctor's words, and I had to be patient when I was looking for memories. She had no choice but to change the subject, to comfort herself, and pointed to the sky for the soaring eagle to see: there were a few big and bright stars there, and it hung on the canopy, as if the fairy in the sky was carrying a lantern to illuminate a pair of lovers.

"Lover, who is the lover, she died, I killed her, where will there be lighting."

These words sound no different from good people. But then it doesn't work, it's still the same sentence, "She's dead, I killed her, she's dead, I'm killed, don't pretend." ”

She was not angry when she said that she was impersonating, and told him carefully: "I am not impersonating, but the catkins are flying." "The catkins are flying," he shook his head, where to believe, always thinking: "She is dead, I killed her." ”

She's not dead, she's right in front of you, have you forgotten? That night, I kept looking at it and taking a closer look, didn't it?

It can be seen that you were so embarrassed to answer at the time, you were embarrassed to answer, your face was red, and you had to ask without words: "Are you tired?" ”

"I'm not tired," you replied at the time, looking nervous and red-faced. This kind of red makes me look handsome, a beautiful man. Then he made sweet words to please the girl, "Where are you tired when you see your beloved." ”

He didn't remember, he felt annoyed in his heart, and stopped him viciously: "Don't talk nonsense," he always thought, and insisted, "She died, I killed her, I admit that I was wrong." ”

"Admit it?" Hey, she seems to understand, that is the words of the task force during the interrogation, "Confess leniently, resist strictly, since you kill someone, you must admit ......"

She nodded with satisfaction, indicating that the help had an effect on retrieving her memories, and said softly, "Let's go back!" ”

"Go back, where are you going? Who are you? "He's confused again.

"It's your wife!" She knows that his wife is the favorite shouting of the soaring eagle, and she once covered her mouth when she was opposed, and now she agrees to call her wife, can you shout your wife loudly against the blue sky?

"Who's wife to call?" His eyes widened. "Me! Shout! ”

She waited, waited...... However, after waiting for a long time, I still couldn't get my wish.

I had to change the subject, you see tonight, what a cool and clear autumn night! It was as if the sky was trying to help us, and the stars were brighter and bigger than ever...... It's like a silver-gray canopy full of dazzling gemstones, sprinkling a sparkling soft light. Even everything in the North Lake has become so elegant and quiet. He was not interested in the beautiful night scene and was silent.

She's in a hurry, talk! Why don't you speak? It's better to shout your wife!

Hurry up and call your wife, she urged.

It was indeed the sentence that disgusted her the most: "She died, I killed her." ”

"Alas!" She sighed, and despite her upset, she comforted herself that she could not be discouraged and continued to enlighten patiently.

That night was not like that, when you happily agreed to go back. I thought to myself, if I took it home for the first time, wouldn't it be a husband and wife.

Have you forgotten?

For the girlfriend who fell in love at first sight, I can't wait, I must firmly seize the opportunity, and immediately agree, "Okay, go back,"

"I just don't know where my home is?"

When she saw that his answer was reliable, she immediately praised: "Yes! Right! Right! "That's what I said at the time, right here in this place.

Have you forgotten?

Think about it, my classmate and I walked in front, and you followed closely, and the three of us talked as we walked.

"Think about it!" He got impatient again, "What do you think! She's dead, I killed her," and still the sad words, with nothing else in his head, continued to shake his head.

"Thunder, thunder," she reminded of the night's distinctive mark,

Have you forgotten?

That night, as we walked, there was a sudden "click", a thunderbolt sounded, and the dark clouds suddenly became dense, followed by lightning and thunder, and it rained heavily.

At that time, you hugged your head and hurried to find a place to shelter from the rain.

"Where's the rain?" He looked up.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's not raining right now." She felt that the search for memories had finally worked, and immediately pointed to the sky behind the dark clouds, "Look there......"

He really followed the direction of her finger, raised his head, and looked at the sky, but his mouth was still the same sentence: "She died, I killed her, don't pretend." ”

She quickly replied: Which impersonation, have you forgotten, a car full of corn drove in front of them, and they were caught in the rainforest, and you saw that the rain-soaked corn was shining and still dripping. You have wondered, "What's going on?" ”

"She's dead, I'm the one who killed her."

"No, think about it," I said at the time, as if I thought you were nerdy, and the classmate answered, "The rain in Takene City is like this, it comes suddenly, it stops abruptly, and it comes rough and bold,"

He continued: "What a rude and arrogant, she died, I killed her." ”

"No, she's not dead!"

At that time, the classmate answered, "It rains across the road, it rains in the south of the road, and it may be sunny in the north of the road." ”

That night, we were walking on this road, a quiet path, and you think about it, and once asked, "Is your home in the suburbs?" ”

"What suburbs," he didn't admit at all, and still said: "She's dead, I'm the one who killed her." ”

Although the catkins fly and wear out the skin of the mouth, it still can't make the soaring eagle regain its memory. She clenched her fists and struck hard in the chest, screaming; "O my beloved soaring eagle! You must be confident, open-minded and calm, under the teasing of the beautiful women, you will not move, then, in the face of difficulties, you must hold your head high, open the sail of self-confidence, break the current forward, and show the style of the original fighting......"