One night, the young master didn't know whether he was too happy or too uncomfortable, and finally revealed the bottom of his character. The second fool couldn't sleep well, and vaguely heard someone screaming, it was a woman. The sound was not too loud, like almost stepping on a centipede on the steps, and like catching a cricket, turning over a stone and turning out a big-tailed scorpion.

The next morning, the second fool asked Wu's mother, "What was your name last night?" She blushed and didn't speak.

"Someone secretly lifted your bed, right?"

"Badass!"

"If you don't tell me, I'll pretend to be a ghost in the middle of the night to scare you and scare you to death, tell me, what are you calling?"

"It's not me, it's the young grandmother."

"What's wrong with her?"

"I'll tell you one"

According to Wu's mother, she ran from the cubicle to the young grandmother's house when she heard the scream. She couldn't see what was going on in the bedroom, and when she heard the young grandmother tell her to go out, she went out, and all she saw was a few bowls on the floor of the hall and a silk ribbon on the flower shelf.

"The silk ribbon is like a hanging rope, and the bowl is like a sacrifice, which of the two wants to die?"

"You're dazzled"

When the young grandmother came to deliver the food, the young master seemed very unenergetic, very weak, and couldn't lift his head a little. The young grandmother has also changed

Hua, she is embarrassed to look at people, she hides from the young master's eyes, and she hides even from the eyes of fools.

The fool came up to her and said to her, "Stay and let them do it, and you go up there and rest." I'll clean the chair for you. ”

She said, "Fool, go about your business."

She glanced at the fool. The things in her eyes were uncomfortable. She seemed to know that the fool was an insider. She's still like the past

Ri is so rich and beautiful, but it is very bitter inside, no matter how much he has seen the world, no matter how tough his temperament is, he can't stand the strange style of men, right?

Not far away, on the top of the church bell tower, a pair of mysterious eyes are watching all this. It was a humble room, bare, empty, tattered, and sloppy whitewashed walls, dotted with yellowed crappy engravings reflecting the façade of the cathedral.

Martin ascended the stairs of the bell tower and took refuge in this small room, where he sometimes stayed all night. On this day, he came to the low door of the chamber, took out the small complicated key that he had with him from the purse hanging from his waist, and inserted it into the keyhole.

He stayed there, holding a long clairvoyant mirror, looking*, motionless, staring intently, pensive. The whole Xiaowangzhuang was at his feet, along with the roofs of countless houses in the city, the soft hills that surrounded it in the distance, the black water river that meandered through, and the people in the streets, like cloud-shrouded smoke, like the undulating roofs of chains.

However, in this whole village, he only stared at one point on the ground, the Mei family compound, in this whole crowd, there was only one figure, which was Shuping.

The young master instructed the fool to send the bamboo basket to the church. There were fifty or sixty of them, and the doodoooo took up half of the wall. The bamboo basket is very light, five in a bundle, and can be picked up with one hand without difficulty.

The two fools picked up two bamboo baskets, squatted in the corner of the wall, and covered themselves with them. He pondered about this for a long time, but he still couldn't help but tremble when he really did it.

The mesh of the bamboo basket is very dense, and the scene of the yard is broken into many pieces, as if seen from a sieve. He felt that as long as there was someone in the yard, he would find him at a glance, and he would take him out like a chicken, and spit out all his saliva to me, showing his ugliness.

He wanted to steal a * from the young master and collapse himself, it was too comfortable to break himself at this time! It's a pity that things can't stop at this step.

He picked up the basket and went to the church, which he put in the backyard of the church, but he didn't see Martin. He searched everywhere, from downstairs to upstairs, as if he heard something, as if he had heard it in the night.

He found the small room in the bell tower and looked through the small window. He saw the young grandmother.

Her ever-pale face made the setting sun red. The sun also shone on her plump body, her body was red and transparent, and even her black wood shavings hair was red. It's so beautiful!

Martin hugged the young grandmother from behind. He put one arm around the young grandmother's neck and grabbed her head, and the other arm passed through the young grandmother's armpit and tightened her body.

The young grandmother struggled slightly, but Martin grabbed her and lifted her up. The young grandmother's face tilted back, her eyes looked at the red place in the sky, and many tears fell one after another.

The fool closed his eyes and became dizzy with excitement. He was still sad, and his heart fell to the ground like a porcelain bowl and shattered.

He heard the sound of his face touching his face, the sound of his mouth biting, and the sound of his body colliding against his body.

He did not run to Mei's house, but ran up the hill like a colt. He ran wildly through the bushes on the mountainside, rolling and crawling through the half-man-high penny, and he wanted to run to a place where he could calm down while there was still a little light left on the mountain.

But the last red light was taken back, and Qinglong Mountain went black in the blink of an eye. He was covered in sweat and walked around the woods, wanting to cry loudly!

He felt that it was himself who brought the young grandmother down, and he cried happily in the woods. After crying, I realized that it was not me, and the tears stopped flowing.

When he was in tears, he forgot about Qinglong Town and the Mei family. All he could think of was the setting sun and the woman burning red in the sun, and he missed how beautiful she was when she committed adultery.

Suddenly, he heard the distant sound of bells, the jingling of bells in the church, as if to inform that the performance was about to begin; At the beginning, the sound of the bells trembling was pure, almost isolated from each other, and rose straight into the brilliant morning sky. Subsequently, the bells gradually expanded, melted, blended, blended with each other, and merged into a majestic and magnificent concerto. In the end, it only became a vibrating acoustic whole, constantly emitting loud music from countless bell towers; The sound of music fluttered over the village, rippling, jumping, spinning, and then the deafening vibrating spokes gradually shook away and reached the sky.