Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

She got up, stood aside humbly, and said with an embarrassed face as she sat down for me, "The house is simple and messy, which makes the son laugh a lot." Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info there is a little modest gentleness in her smiling eyes, which makes people feel a sense of purity and cordiality. The room was indeed shabby and messy, with some shabby bedding on the bed, and a large pile of yams and other miscellaneous items beside the bed, but because there was such a young and beautiful girl living here, I felt that everything in the room seemed to have a dazzling brilliance.

I sat on a bed made of reeds and asked the girl, "Why do you live here?" The girl only sighed softly and did not answer. Maybe it had been a long time since she had come into contact with a living person, but she stood in front of me with her eyes downcast, and her heart seemed to be beating in a panic. Her shy and delicate appearance made her even more pitiful and moving. I looked straight at her with that kind of eyes full of warmth and love, and the more I looked at her, the more I felt that she was so quiet, so beautiful, so lovely. Her beauty is not the kind of beauty that is glamorous and dazzling, not the kind of beauty that makes people feel confused at first sight, but the kind of beauty that makes people feel more and more unbearable to give up the more they taste, and the kind of beauty that makes people feel pure and quiet at first sight.

She lifted her gaze slightly, as if sensing that my gaze was always on her, but before she could make contact with mine, she hurriedly lowered her head. After a long time, he opened his mouth and asked me as if he was holding his breath, "Who is Childe?" Where did it come from? I said, "My name is Long Hua, and I came here from the Yunshan hut to wander around, and when I saw the smoke rising from the reeds, I came here out of nowhere." The girl said, "Childe must be recuperating from illness in Yunshan?" When she said this, she looked up at me and smiled again. Her gaze was bright and soft, as if it were a piece of warmth.

"Ying'er." At this time, the old man outside the hut called out to the girl. Hearing my mother's shouts, the girl smiled apologetically at me and went out. When I came out of the house with the girl, I saw that the old man was blaming his daughter, "It's getting late, don't let my son return quickly." "From the old man's tone, I clearly felt that I was not popular. This made me feel a little uncomfortable, because I have the impression that the people of Heaven are always very hospitable and very warm to people. But the girl's mother seemed to think of me as a thief.

It was indeed late, and the sun in the evening was moving very fast, and it was falling on the western mountain without knowing it. In the vast reeds, there were already gusts of cool evening breeze, and they began to blow slowly. Seeing that the girl looked embarrassed, I saluted the old man and said, "Longhua said goodbye." So saying, he glanced again at the girl's beautiful face, and turned and walked out of the reeds.

When I reached the mouth of the reed, and turned around, I found the girl walking after me. I couldn't help but feel a burst of joy and shouted softly, "Ying'er." She lowered her head and said apologetically, "Mother is afraid of people, so it is a little rude to treat the son, please don't take it to heart." I nodded, and stepped forward, stroking her long, windswept hair lovingly. She slowly raised her head, her eyes flashing with surprise, and she smiled brightly at me, and then her face turned red.

At this time, she seems to have a kind of infinite beauty released between stretches, which makes people can't help but be fascinated. I held her face and couldn't help but kiss her bright red lips. Her lips had a mint-like freshness and sweetness, so when I kissed her, I felt that my whole body and mind were intoxicated by a pure feeling.

She closed her eyes, gave a soft "oh", shy away from my kiss, wrenched her face out of my grasp, and then covered her face tightly with both hands, gasped for breath, and turned and ran deeper into the reeds. Watching her lovely figure disappear into the thick reeds, I hummed a little song and walked briskly towards the high slope.

When I returned to the cloud mountain hut, it was already dark at night. I warmed the taro chips that Beze had sent at noon and ate them, and then sat under the crescent moon in front of the door and watched the night and the night scene. The cottage sits on the top of a hillside, surrounded by a flat, open slope covered with tall autumn grass and dense purple flowers, which whisper in the evening breeze. At this moment, the sky is full of stars, the breeze is light, everything is quiet, and the moonlit night is like a dream. I was in a reverie, sometimes thinking about the distance, sometimes thinking about the present; Sometimes I think about the past, sometimes I think about the future. But it's Ying'er who thinks about it the most.

What surprised me the most was that the illness and loneliness made me have a burning desire for women, as if the **** in my body and mind was already on fire and went crazy. However, meeting Ying'er unexpectedly today made my **** towards women calm down all of a sudden. I think that women may be made of two materials, one with fire and the other with ice, just as there are rivers of heat and ice in heaven. A woman made of fire can make you horny, but a woman made of ice can make you as calm as water.

I didn't feel a little tired and sleepy, but I had a passion and yearning, and I really wanted to step on the starlight and moonlight to enter the thatched hut where Ying'er lived, take a look at her dignified beauty, and smell her pure breath. Somehow, a feeling made me feel that Ying'er was the best remedy for my recovery, the girl I knew in my dreams. But I had to wait patiently for the night to fade and the dawn to come. And sleeping is the best way to wait. So I went back to the house, and went to sleep, thinking that I would go there early tomorrow morning, so that I could spend the whole day with her.

However, when I came to the clearing among the reeds with joy and hope, I found that it was empty. All that remained of the hut was a pile of bedding reeds and a few cold stones. I came out of the house and stood in front of the hut in the autumn sun, feeling extremely depressed and disappointed. After standing for a long time in the open space in front of the hut, I walked up to the pot cover that I had left behind, touched it with my hand, and felt that the ashes in the pot cover were still warm, and thought that the mother and son had not gone far yet. But why are they avoiding me? I stood in the open space in front of the empty house, looking around, thinking, but I was at a loss for some reason.

yes, why are they avoiding me? Why do they want to live in isolation and live in the depths of this inaccessible reed? Yes, I have asked them this question several times, but they have not been able to answer. I sat down on the stone in front of the hut and wondered over and over again. However, I know that I can't guess for sure. So, I sat there until the sun went over the shallow lake, and then I came back.

For the next few days, I was in a very gloomy mood, and I always felt like I had lost my soul. Every afternoon, I would walk ten miles to the front of the hut in the reeds, reliving the late afternoon encounter and hoping that Ying'er and her mother would move back in. However, this idea has only been frustrated again and again.

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