On this morning, Huang Qiushui came to Lao Qing's house to visit Lao Qing. As soon as Huang Qiushui entered the house, he suddenly snorted and said, "Why is it so fragrant?" There is not only floral incense, but also Buddha incense. ”

Lao Qing smiled: "Old Huang's nose is so smart. ”

Huang Qiushui saw that a few flower pots were placed on the balcony, it was late spring, potted small-leaf peaches, peonies, growing vigorously, the water was overflowing, and the powder was slight. In a carved vase on the living room table, there are roses, roses, calla lilies, stars and other flowers and plants, fresh and beautiful. The calla lily was surrounded by a topaz man in a snow-white petal; The roses were grinning red, and the starry green was dotted with hazy white. There is a wood-carved reclining Buddha in the hut, lying quietly on the chest of drawers, there are melons, fruits, pears and peaches in front of the Buddha, and the Buddha incense is curling in a small copper furnace.

"Qing Ye, when did you become a Buddha?" Huang Qiushui pointed to the reclining Buddha and asked Lao Qing.

Lao Qing said with a smile: "These days, Yinling and Langyu take care of me as companions, Yinling is more devout to the Buddha, and invited their reclining Buddha." This is Bodhidharma's eastward crossing, a reed crossing the river! ”

Huang Qiushui said: "With these two sisters as your companions, I will be relieved." ”

The two sat down, and Lao Qing knew that Huang Qiushui liked to drink Tieguanyin tea, so he specially brewed Tieguanyin. The two talked while drinking tea.

Lao Qing said: "This year, I am watching the moon behind bars, working for self-renewal, you are a tea gathering literary friend, and your business is prosperous." ”

Huang Qiushui waved his hand and said: "You can't say that, you are uneven in the road, draw a knife to help, I am Lao Ji's nest, give full play to the residual heat." You're going to lose a little bit when you go under the knife. ”

Lao Qing said: "This is called using the way of others, treating their bodies, and prescribing the right medicine." ”

Huang Qiushui asked, "How is the book you and Hong Qiang are selling?" ”

"Smashed, the book market is really unpredictable. This book just doesn't fucking go, people have been on the Internet these days, the Internet is all-inclusive, there is everything, the fingers are shaking, workers, peasants, businessmen, soldiers, east, west, north, south, middle, boundless falling trees are falling, and the Yangtze River is rolling. There aren't many people who actually read books. Lao Qing sighed heavily.

Huang Qiushui said: "I don't have a place to buy so many books, the boss buys a villa, gets a study, decorates hardwood, and puts a few hardcover books. Nerds can't wait to sleep in the stacks of books, but they can't afford to buy a house. Working-class people who retire and count the days of their pensions every day, how dare they buy books easily? The young man and the big girl work hard at work, play hard after work, jump, sing karao, play on the computer, where is there so much time to read, the times are different, and the concept has changed. The way people think should also change. Take me Huang Qiushui, ten years ago, when I published a poetry collection, it was the publisher who begged me, a big bag of Guoguang apples and Laiyang pears, to my home, and I had to underwrite one or two thousand copies. It's a different context. ”

Huang Qiushui tea drank three cups, had interest, and talked with Lao Qing, who was originally a graduate of the Chinese Department of a famous school, and also knew a little about literature and history, and sounded relieved.

Huang Qiushui said: "Qing Ye, our cultural salon should also have a 'Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest', 'Seven Sons of Jian'an', the Northern Song Dynasty calligrapher and painter Mi Fu, and Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Cai Xiang and called the 'Song Dynasty Four'. Mi Fu has many quirks, behavior often escapes from secular etiquette, known as 'Mi mad'. He likes rocks as much as you like women......"

Lao Qing interrupted Huang Qiushui's words, "Huang Lao, don't talk about it here, do you like women?" If you don't like women, how can you borrow money from people to see people in Australia? ”

Huang Qiushui said, "Don't interrupt me. Mi Fu every time you encounter a strange-shaped stone, always have to dress neatly, kneel three times on the stone and knock nine bows, and call the stone brother. ”

Lao Qing smiled: "Is there a title?" ”

Dian Qiushui said: "Chengye is the title of Beijing, such as the banye of the fourth board, the wrestling is called the wrestler, and the bean juice seller is called the bean master." Mi Fu also loves inkstone, once Song Huizong and Cai Jing discussed calligraphy to summon Mi Fu to write. Song Huizong pointed to the paper, pen and inkstone on the table, and ordered him to write a large banner on the spot. Mi Fu finished writing the banner in one breath, and Song Huizong admired and admired. At this time, Mi Fu suddenly knelt down and asked Song Huizong: "This inkstone has given me Mi Fu to use, it is not good to use it for the emperor again, is to go or stay, please decide." Seeing this, Song Huizong laughed and promised to give him this inkstone. Mi Fu was so happy that he danced, picked up the inkstone and stuffed it into his arms, and the remaining ink in the inkstone sprinkled him, and he ignored it completely. Song Huizong looked at Mi Fu's naïve state and said to Cai Jing: "The crazy name is not well deserved! Cai Jing said: "Mi Fu character is really noble, as the world said, can not be without a Mi Fu, can not have two Mi Fu. ’”

Lao Qing disagreed, said: "Mi Fu is not as good as Li Bai, Mi Fu is flattered by the emperor's inkstone, Li Bai is arrogant in front of Tang Xuanzong, the Son of Heaven does not get off the boat, since Yunchen is a fairy in wine, and let Yang Guifei give him ink, Gao Lishi takes off his boots for him, Li Bai is the master!" ”

Huang Qiushui nodded and said: "Li Bai is the real master, how many Li Bai are there in the world?" Another time, Mi Fu on a boat on the Zhenzhou River, to meet the then minister Cai You. Cai You took out a newly obtained calligraphy of Wang Xizhi and showed it to him. Mi Fu couldn't put it down, hugged the word book tightly, knelt on the ground, and asked to exchange this book with his treasured famous paintings. Cai You refused, Mi Fu pleaded again and again, Cai You still did not charge. Mi Fu was anxious, suddenly crossed the side of the ship, hanging on the river, holding the word in one hand, climbing the side of the boat with one hand, and shouted: 'If it is not full, I will immediately die in the river. Cai You panicked when he saw it, so he had to agree. ”

Lao Qing said angrily: "This is simply blackmail!" Wang Xizhi's real post is precious, Mi Fu's collection of paintings may not be worth a few dollars. If I were Cai You, let him jump, it would be strange if he really jumped! ”

Huang Qiushui said: "If people really jump, it will become a strange news in the world, and it will become an allusion, Li Bai is to catch the moon and die, Mi Fu is to hold the post and die." ”

Lao Qing said: "He will not die, this is a typical blackmail, threat, and blackmail." If he wants to lock me up for blackmail, I will strangle him!" ”

At this time, Lang Yu walked in the door.

"What are you laughing at? So happy. She put down the plastic bag and took out the vegetables in the bag.

Huang Qiushui and Lao Qing looked at each other and smiled.

"Women's topic again?"

Lao Qing shook his head, "Where are there so many topics for women, we are talking about history." ”

Lang Yu said: "Huang Lao likes to eat shabu mutton the most. I'm going to buy some lamb slices and pick up a hot pot. ”

Huang Qiushui stood up and said, "Don't bother. ”

Lang Yu had already opened the door and went downstairs.

Lao Qing said: "Don't stop her, she is such a stubborn character, where she thinks, where she says, where she does, she sees my rare happiness, let us talk more." ”

Huang Qiushui said: "Lang Yu is a good woman, she is smart, empathetic, smart and sharp, why don't you two fly together?" ”

Lao Qing shook his head and said, "I'm afraid of getting married, not to mention that Langyu is a woman who is subtle but not revealing, soft and strong." ”

"You don't care about the profession of making jade, do you?" Huang Qiushui asked tentatively.

Lao Qing said: "Although she works as a fashion model, she is also trying to survive, not to mention that I am also a freelancer who has no determination and sells literature for a living." Huang Lao, don't look at me, I have a lot of experience in women, but Rongyu is a dusty book, and I can't open it. ”

A strange meaning rose in Huang Qiushui's eyes, and he said, "I believe that sooner or later, you will open it." I'm sure you're a persevering reader! ”

Lao Qing smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Old Huang, thank you for trusting me. ”

Huang Qiushui said: "In the early Qing Dynasty, one of the eight monsters of Yangzhou, Zhu Qi was a calligrapher and painter, and his personality was also very eccentric. When painting, you must drink, and if you are not drunk, you will not paint. His paintings are different, there is not much ink on the birds, but they are very expressive, giving people the feeling of flying at the touch of a button. The birds he painted, with their eyes often square, their eyes were large and black, and they were placed in the upper corners of their eye sockets, and they turned their eyes out of the eyes of people, and most of them fell on dead wood, bitter willows, and bald stones......

Lao Qing clapped his hands and said: "I like this painter, he has backbone." ”

"When Zhu Qi is sober, let you pay him a thousand gold, and he won't paint. You don't have to be drunk to paint. The people of the time knew his temper and asked him to paint, so they set up wine to entertain him, and prepared pen, ink and paper in advance. When he was drunk, when he saw the paper and ink on the table, he picked up the ink and splashed it on the paper, sometimes even grabbed a broom, took off his hat, took off his clothes and soaked in ink, and then picked up a pen to render, and the exquisite landscape paintings, flowers and birds paintings were completed. Sometimes when he writes, he rolls up his sleeves and shows his arms, shouts wildly, and throws his pen away, all of which are amazing works. Zheng Banqiao commented that his paintings are: thousands of paintings are painted horizontally and vertically, and there are no ink spots and tears. ”

Lao Qingdao: "Aren't the current impressionist painters painting like this? ”

"Somewhere, but not all."

Lao Qing said: "If this Zhu Qian lives in this world, Yinling must have the most paintings, she can drink so much, sometimes when she drinks a pound of liquor, the wine seeps out from the soles of her feet." ”

Huang Qiushui said: "Let me tell you another paragraph, at the end of the Western Han Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, and the Three Kingdoms were established. Cao Pi, Emperor Wen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, was a leader in the literary world and had a close relationship with the seven sons of Jian'an. They often drank and wrote poems at Tongquetai. Although Cao Pi had a prominent official position, he still appeared as a literati when he was with the seventh son of Jian'an. Among the seven sons of Jian'an, Wang Cang is the most talented, witty and humorous, and he likes to learn to bark when he is happy, which often causes everyone to laugh. In the twenty-second year of Jian'an, Wang Cang suddenly died of the plague, and the news came, shocking the literary world. Cao Pi was even more sad and held a grand burial ceremony for him. In front of Wang Cang's tomb, Cao Pi said: 'Zhong Xuan (Wang Cang's name) likes to listen to donkey calls on weekdays, let's learn donkey calls once and send him into the earth for peace!' Then he learned to bark on a donkey, and a donkey's cry sounded in front of Wang Cang's tomb, and the talented men who came to mourn also echoed it. ”

Lao Qing said: "This donkey's cry is really distinctive, what a loyal and honest animal the donkey is, no matter how people ride, it is also obedient." Ride a donkey and look at the ledger, and lo and see, it won't turn you over. After Lao Qing finished reading, he learned to bark as a donkey.

Huang Qiushui said: "You don't learn well, you should be called so." Then he also learned to bark as a donkey.

Lao Qing said: "You learn to call a female donkey, and I learn to call a male donkey." ”

Huang Qiushui said: "How can you even tell the male and female, the donkey should be called like this." As he spoke, Huang Qiushui roared again.

Lao Qing said: "You are a donkey, a donkey from Guizhou, and it is the wail of the donkey when his skills are poor." ”

Huang Qiushui said: "The donkey cry you learn is the sound of the donkey when the horse and the donkey mate, and the cry of the donkey when it is in heat, which is too exciting." ”

Lao Qing was a donkey crowing again.

Lang Yu hugged the electric hot pot and broke into the door with a big bag of things.

"I thought I was home, why is it a donkey bark, we have a lot of donkeys in our village."

Lao Qing stopped the donkey's crowing and asked, "Shabu mutton, is there any shabu donkey meat?" ”

"Donkey meat is lean, and it is not as tender as mutton when shabu." Huang Qiushui said.

Lang Yu put half a pot of water in the electric hot pot, put it on the table, turned on the power, and put the sliced mutton into a small dish and served it.

Lang Yu said: "This is the little sheep meat on the Xilin Gol prairie, but it is tender!" ”

When Huang Qiushui heard this, he immediately danced and said, "I like the little lamb the most." ”

Lao Qing came up with a sentence: "A young life ended silently like this......"

Huang Qiushui said: "It falls into the poet's appetite and sublimates into the soul of a poem......"

Lang Yu said with a smile: "You two are addicted to poetry, these animals are dominated by humans, just like the donkey in the hometown, unloading the mill and killing the donkey, running out, and then serving the human race." ”

Lao Qing praised: "This is called doing your best, and then you die." I propose, let's pay tribute to the donkey! He snapped and saluted.

Huang Qiushui also stood up and said, "I suggest, let's pay tribute to the sheep!" They eat grass, milk is milk, blood is shed, it falls into the appetite of human beings, it is human nutrition, and this heroic martyrdom of sheep is immortal! ”

Langyu has been mixed with seasonings, one bowl per person, sesame paste, leek flowers, soy tofu, small grinding sesame oil, minced coriander, chili oil, ho, fragrant!

The pot was boiling, and at the bottom of the pot was a green onion, a piece of ginger, and a few pieces of sea rice, which were tumbling in the boiling water.

Lao Qing said: "Do you say they are jumping and cheering, or are they struggling in pain?" ”

Huang Qiushui stirred it with chopsticks and said, "Of course it's jubilant, but you're not happy to see two poets?" What's more, there is a fair lady and a fashionable young girl. ”

Lang Yu walked into the living room from the kitchen with a bottle of two pot heads, and said, "You still think I am a green onion, who will take my boiling pot?" Let's eat, let's shabu, come out for Brother Qing, celebrate! ”

A small glass of wine in front of one person, three small glasses on his back.

Huang Qiushui fell into his stomach with three glasses of wine, and he was even more interested, singing a little song leisurely.

Langyu filled the hot pot with some vermicelli, tofu and cabbage.

Lao Qingmei said with a smile: "Rongyu, I like to eat the condiments you mix the most, hey, that's called fragrant, it's more flavorful than Donglaishun's mix." ”

Lang Yu said: "Then let's not run a teahouse, let's run an old Qing shabu meat restaurant, to ensure the fire!" ”

Lao Qing took a piece of tofu with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, and squeaked.

Lang Yu said worriedly: "The tofu is hot, be careful to burn the intestines." ”

Lao Qing smacked his lips, "It's burning me!" I'm going to make a hot pot, so I'm going to put some corn husks in the hot pot ingredients to make sure that those repeat customers squeeze through the threshold. ”

Huang Qiushui said leisurely: "Then the public security bureau will come to the door, get jade, is there a sesame baked cake?" ”

Lang Yu said: "The supermarket doesn't have it, I'll give you some noodles and another egg." ”

Huang Qiushui pulled out a shredded piece of meat from between his teeth and said, "Okay, noodles are fine." ”

Lang Yu brought a dragon beard noodle from the kitchen, slowly went down into the hot pot, and put another egg.

Huang Qiushui said to Lao Qing: "This soup is a broth, and you will live forever after drinking it." ”

Lao Qing asked: "Huang Lao, do you say that there is an elixir of immortality in the world?" When Qin Shi Huang sent Xu Fu to find this kind of elixir, after Xu Fu returned from his first trip to the sea, he said that he had climbed Penglai Immortal Mountain and saw the elixir, but the mountain god said that he brought too few gifts, and said that to get the elixir, it was necessary to send excellent men and women and craftsmen. Qin Shi Huang heard that Xu Fu saw the elixir, very happy, immediately sent three thousand boys and girls and a group of capable craftsmen to Xu Fu, so that he went to ask for the elixir, Xu Fu turned around the sea for a while and did not ask for the elixir, came back to Qin Shi Huang and said, because there are dragons and big fish for worship, prevent the ship from approaching the fairy mountain, to go to the fairy mountain must be equipped with excellent archers. It so happened that Qin Shi Huang had a dream in which he was wrestling with the god of the sea. According to the Dream Surveyor, this sea god is the dragon and the big fish. So Qin Shi Huang personally led a large army to go, when the boat sailed to the vicinity of Mangjie Island, sure enough, he encountered a big fish, Qin Shi Huang personally shot it, thinking that there was no obstacle to the immortal mountain. Who knew that Xu Fu still did not find the immortals and elixirs, and he never dared to see Qin Shi Huang again, so he took three thousand boys and girls and a group of craftsmen to Yingzhou, that is, Japan, and multiplied there, and finally died at the foot of Mount Fuji in Japan. ”

Huang Qiushui said: "I heard that Xu Fu also built a Luohua Building on Pengya Island as a temporary shelter. There is a seven-law poem that says: Yanyu Lishan gentleman's hatred, Xianyang 460 hills. Afang waves are surging with thousands of layers of snow, and the Pengdao monument is a torch stream. The sea of evil flowers sinks into the clouds and the tiger is angry, the golden bottle plum locks the ancestral dragon and the dragon is ashamed, Xu Fu does not see the return to the eastern soil, and the only thing heard everywhere is the Han Hou. ”

Lao Qing said: "I heard that on April 29, 1980, Saga Prefecture in Japan held a grand Xufu Festival to commemorate the emperor's birthday. On the order of Emperor Qin, Xu Fu and his entourage led the boys and girls to land in Sijing Bay in the Ming Sea, split the dense reeds, and moved forward! Judging from the sacrificial lyrics, Xu Fu is the emperor and the father of the nation of Japan. From this point of view, China and Japan were a family back then, and this little Japan was always unable to get along with our China, and how many Chinese were killed in the War of Resistance! As soon as the Japanese devils entered the village, they looked for the flower girl, and the Nanjing Massacre was even more miserable. ”

Huang Qiushui said: "The three thousand boys and girls led by Xu Fu back then were all handsome men and beautiful women, excellent breeds, no wonder today's Japanese are all beautiful!" ”

Lao Qing drank two more glasses and scolded: "Japan, Japan, I'm fucking it!" This is the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other! ”

Seeing Lao Qing's face flushed, Lang Yu persuaded: "Brother Qing, drink two cups less, my body is too weak when I just came out......

Lao Qing said: "When it comes to resisting Japan, I am full of energy!" Back then, the Lugou Bridge Incident, why did our army commander and division commander recognize that they were killed? Where did the Kuomintang's millions of troops go, Nanjing was copied by others. The Nanjing Massacre killed hundreds of thousands of people, and the blood flowed like a river! The big girl and the little daughter-in-law let people play too much, and the old lady in her 80s didn't let go, a good big girl, and the little Japanese devil forced the bullet into the ...... of others."

The more Lao Qing spoke, the more angry he became, and he slammed the wine glass against the wall and smashed it.

Lang Yu said; "Brother Qing, you've drunk too much, take a break." So saying, he helped him into the back room.

Huang Qiushui sat in a chair and pulled a few noodles with chopsticks, and felt tasteless.

In the hot pot, a piece of green onion floats on the cloudy soup noodles...... Huang Qiushui thought: "This is probably Japan, an ambitious island country!" Could it be that its ancestors are really Xu Fu, really China? ”

Lao Qing's wild laughter came from inside the house: "Huang Lao, you say I'm patriotic enough, right?" I'm Chinese! Yin Zhiguang's recitation is really wonderful! I'm Chinese! I am a Chinese who stands up to the sky! Day of his grandma's! The First Sino-Japanese Naval Battle, a great shame! The Beiyang Naval Division was completely annihilated. The '9.18' incident, the three eastern provinces are finished, and my home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China, where there is a beautiful soybean sorghum ......"

Lao Qing sang in a low voice...... Huang Qiushui sat on the sofa dejectedly and said, "Squeak, I said Qingye, the master of Beijing, you rest, my heart is messed up!" ……”

"I'll fuck him!" Lao Qing snorted and fell asleep.

When Lao Qing woke up, it was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Qiushui left early, and only Lang Yu was reading a book on the side.

"Where's Mr. Huang?" He asked Langyu.

"You're scared away." Lang Yu said angrily.

"Imperialism fled with its tail between its legs." Lao Qing raised his fist and sang.

"Your wine strength hasn't passed yet, and this hot pot hasn't been put on **, if you put **, you won't toss until next year." Lang Yu put down the book and pulled her hair.

Lao Qing stretched his waist, yawned, and said, "I didn't drink much today, so it's only half a catty." ”

"If you drink a pound, it's not a carp." Lang Yu opened the window and pulled the curtains open.

Lao Qing slid off the bed and wanted to kiss Langyu, but was pushed away by Rongyu with his hand.

Lao Qing said: "The meat of this little sheep is so tender and fragrant, Xilin Gol Prairie, yes, Hong Qiang has cut the queue there." One of his classmates died a tragic death, when he was on guard, the gun went off and shot and injured a herdsman, he was frightened, and ran out on horseback with a gun, and after a while he heard a gunshot, and a life was over. The white-haired man sends the black-haired man. A man dies like a lamp goes out. ”

Lang Yu said: "Where do you think of it, Japan in the morning, and Mongolian steppes in the afternoon." ”

Lao Qing said with a smile: "I am a big regional thinking, coming and going in a hurry, thinking broadly, and as fast as lightning. ”

Lao Qing went to the bathroom, and the water spray ejaculated a commotion, which was a thick atmosphere.

Lao Qing thought: "You can't eat too much mutton, it's quite fragrant when you dip it in on the top, and the taste is too fat when you dip it down." ”

Lao Qing returned to the house and saw that Lang Yu was collecting clothes on the balcony, which were the clothes that Rong Yu washed, most of them were Lao Qing's clothes, and there were also clothes of Lang Yu and Yinling. Silver Bell's bra is black. Very loose, Lao Qing thought: "The color of this little thing matches her skin tone, but her chest is flat, and she doesn't even have a dirt bag. ”

Silver Bell's underwear is also black, with a plum blossom in the middle.

Langyu's bra is golden, bulging, and has patterns on it, Langyu usually doesn't wear this at home, she likes to wear a round-necked short-sleeved shirt, and when she looks down to pick up things, it's the best time for Lao Qing to enjoy her scenery. That pair of small silver gourds, swaying around, moist and shiny, is really attractive. But he didn't dare to touch it, he didn't dare to hold it, and he couldn't say why. This golden bra covers the pair of small bell gourds, which is so beautiful.

Langyu's underwear is also very distinctive, it is also golden, and the upper end of the front is exposed, like an open window, Lao Qing is always fantasizing about peeping into this window, looking forward to the scenery in the window, and a cluster of vibrant Christmas trees rises from the window, trapezoidal, black, and shining. Under the trees is a beautiful sacred swamp that hides the hot springs of life...... Whenever he thought of this, Lao Qing was inspired like a spring, and suddenly came to his spirits, full of energy, like arrows full of bowstrings, he felt that life was too beautiful.

Lang Yu rolled up a pile of clothes and walked into the house.

Lao Qing said: "The biggest secret of happiness is not to be difficult with yourself. ”

Lang Yuyan smiled and sat silently at the head of the bed folding clothes.

Lao Qing said: "This is not what I said, this is what a French writer said. ”

Lang Yu said: "Those who want to please everyone can't please anyone." ”

Lao Qing smiled and said: "It is the villain who plays one person, the conqueror who plays a thousand people, and God who plays all the people." ”

Silver Bell walked in happily.

"Lao Qing, let me tell you a good news, I met a master today!"

"What master? Look at you so happy. Lang Yu said.

Yinling's cheeks were flushed with excitement, and he said excitedly: "This morning, I went to Taoranting Park with my master to attend a small party, and met a master from the south. He stopped your watch, chewed a cup and swallowed it in his stomach without changing color and heartbeat, and flicked a matchstick to cut off a branch, all of which I have seen with my own eyes. ”

"Really?" Lang Yu was dumbfounded when he heard this, and Lao Qing said disapprehantly: "Is there such a god? I think it's a trick. Now this kung fu is true and fake, some are acrobatics and magic, there used to be a master who was known as invulnerable, how did he finish playing at the age of 60? I think it's a deaf man playing the huqin -! ”

Yinling said seriously: "Seeing is believing. He gave me a prediction that I could live one hundred and one years, make a fortune in business, and have peach blossom luck in a year, but ......"

"But what?" Lang Yu's eyes widened and asked anxiously.

Yinling said, "But there is a disaster of breaking his waist and broken leg within half a year, he said that at three o'clock tonight in room 1302 of the Dunhuang Hotel, his accommodation will give me a top to eliminate the disaster......"

Lao Qing said: "This master of Bairen is really looking at the sky and talking-I don't know how high his eyes are. ”

Lang Yu asked, "Sister Yinling, are you going then?" ”

"Of course I'll go." Silver Bell affirmed.

That night, Yinling took a careful bath, used almond bath, cleaned all the ditches and bumps on his body, changed into new clothes, and then sat on a chair and meditated.

Lang Yu didn't bother her, and ran to Lao Qing's house to watch TV.

Silver Bell sat quietly in her chair, trying her best to sweep away the distractions in her mind, and then closed her eyes to recuperate.

After Langyu finished washing, he walked into their room, and he still saw Yinling's pious look, and he was very moved, so he said: "Sister Yinling, it's still early, it's better to put on your mobile phone and call and sleep for a while." ”

Silver Bell was engrossed and did not speak.

Langyu took off her clothes and went to bed.

At half past two in the evening, Yinling quietly went downstairs, the street was very deserted, she called a taxi, and went straight to the Dunhuang Hotel.

Dunhuang Hotel is still immersed in the sea of colorful lights, the neon lights are flashing in color, and the guests who have taken a sauna are still in high spirits, and they have walked out of the hall one after another.

Silver Bell walks into the elevator and goes to the 13th floor.

The corridor was quiet, empty, and the waiter on duty didn't know where to go.

Yinling suddenly thought that this was 13 houses, and "13" was an unlucky number, she hesitated, and a nameless sense of horror hit her heart.

She shuddered and came to the door of room 1302, which was quiet.

She hesitated, but rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and Master Bairen, dressed in pajamas and smiling faces, appeared at the door.

"I knew you were coming, you were a lucky one." His words were full of tenderness and sweetness.

Silver Bell walked into the room.

The bedding on the bed was messy, a round cloth cushion with a diameter of one meter was placed on the ground, several works of Master Bairen were placed on the table, the bedside light was soft, and a golden halo filled the entire room. Thick yellow curtains almost covered one wall.

Bai Ling closed the door, and then sat on the sofa, sitting upright, serious.

Silverbell felt him and her gaze aggressive, and there was a hot current in her gaze that burned her skin.

"How many years have you been studying?" Master Bairen asked kindly.

"It's been 8 years."

"Is that what the master who brought you this morning taught?"

Silver Bell nodded.

"Her kung fu is far behind, and a famous teacher is a high apprentice. Your eyebrows are scattered, and I can see that you are no longer a daughter. ”

Silver Bell was a little shy and nodded.

"You have a sallow complexion, dry skin, and poor luck all over your body, and I can see that you haven't done things like men and women for a long time."

Yinling rubbed the corners of her clothes with her hands and nodded.

She secretly admired the master's eyesight, and believed in him even more deeply.

"You haven't eaten the fireworks in the world for a long time, if you turn the phoenix upside down, you will definitely live a long life. Have you ever done business? ”

"I've opened a teahouse, I wonder if it's a business?"

Master Bairen smiled: "This can't be counted, I mean the real business, you have the talent and determination to do business." Let me see your hands. ”

Silver Bell hurriedly stretched out her hand.

"No, it's your right hand."

Bai Qian played with the hand of the silver bell, and said slowly: "The career line is weak and faintly visible. The lifeline is tough and leads straight to Xiaohan. There are two branches of emotion, married twice in a lifetime, the business line extends in all directions, connected to the emotional line, and there is a peach blossom luck within a year, congratulations. It's a pity that within half a year, there will be a disaster of bending the waist and breaking the leg......"

Yinling panicked when she heard this, and hurriedly said, "Master, quickly eliminate the disaster for me." ”

Master Bairen's eyes were sharp, his eyes were like electricity, and he said, "It's a car accident!" ”

When Yinling heard this, she was so panicked that she didn't know what to do, her legs were weak, she knelt on the ground with a "poof", and said again and again; "Master, save the apprentice's life! The apprentice relies on the master, the master has a word, and the apprentice goes to the soup and fire, and he does not give up! ”

Master Bairen gently picked up the silver bell and said, "Come to the bathroom and clean yourself." ”

Yinling said: "The disciple was already pure when he came. ”

"Then strip off your clothes and kneel on the rosette, with your face facing the southern sky."

Yinling was a little puzzled and asked, "Do you still need to undress?" ”

Master Bairen looked serious, nodded, and said: "The red stripes come and go without concern, in the eyes of the master, the bodies of men and women are mortal mortal bodies, and they are all stinky skins, but Yang is a hanging thing, and Yin is a deep acupoint." ”

Silver Bell hesitated a little.

Master Bairen's face was displeased, and he said sharply: "Ordinary people, don't you take off the coverings? ”

Yinling's face turned red, and she had to turn her back to the master, and one by one she stripped off her clothes, leaving her swarthy and smooth naked.

Master Bairen shouted: "Kneel! ”

Yinling knelt on the cushion, facing the southern sky, his hands clasped together, and his body trembled slightly.

Master Bairen slowly got up, paced around the silver bell, stood behind the silver bell, shouted, and slashed the head of the silver bell with his right hand, and the silver bell only felt that the head was hit hard and fell softly.

Master Bairen took off his nightgown unhurriedly, revealing a white and pure pimple of flesh, sneered, picked up the silver bell with both hands, and threw it on the bed.

The silver bell is like a black swan with a clear light, lying straight on the bed with its back facing the sky.

Master Bairen laughed and said, "Do more things for men and women, all of them!" Then he pounced...... At this time, the door opened, and the comrades from the security office of Lao Qinghe Hotel broke in like a whirlwind.

The two security guards set up a hundred people, and Lao Qing picked up Yinling's clothes and pants and put them on her body.

Later, Yinling learned that this master of Bairen was an unemployed vagrant in Sichuan, who spent all day wandering the rivers and lakes, living by abduction and deception, and had used pseudo-qigong to deceive many women from good families, his real name was Guo Hao, and he had been arrested by the public security organs in accordance with the law.

Stimulated by this, Yinling burned all the pseudo-qigong books she bought at the street stalls, and destroyed a pair of jade qigong pillows.

Hong Qiang called Lao Qing and said that the bookstore reported that the number of people buying their books had increased dramatically these days, and a lot of goods had been added. Lao Qing also wondered when he heard it, he and Hong Qiang printed 50,000 copies of this book, and only sold more than 10,000 copies in more than a year, seeing that they had to pay more than 200,000 yuan.

Lao Qing was surprised and delighted, but he didn't understand what he meant. Although the book market is 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, this willow and flower is another village, and it is too fast.

He decided to make an unannounced visit to learn the rules of publishing.

Lao Qing came to the Xidan Book Building first, and there were these books on the bookstand on the second floor.

At this time, a little girl came by, dripping with sweat, she took 5 books from the counter at once, and then went to the counter to pay.

Lao Qing followed her down the ladder, walked out of the gate, and followed her to a blue bird sedan in the back, where the little girl handed the book to the people in the car and left.

Lao Qing rushed to the car and saw a weak young woman wearing a moon-white windbreaker and a pair of big sunglasses, holding the steering wheel.

Lao Qing felt that this woman was a little familiar.

The sedan drove away.

Lao Qing hailed a taxi and followed the Blue Bird sedan closely.

The Blue Bird sedan traveled through Chang'an Avenue, went east onto the Second Ring Road, and headed south.

Lao Qing instructed the driver to chase after him.

The driver turned around and asked, "Are you plainclothes from the Public Security Bureau?" ”

Lao Qing said: "No matter how you look at everyone, it looks like plainclothes." ”

"Do you have the guy with you?"

"Pull it out and scare you! Drive your car, and I won't pay if you lose it. ”

The driver said: "It is the duty of every citizen to assist the public security officers in catching the bad guys. What is money? Money is a bastard! ”

Lao Qing said: "Your kid has a very high consciousness, right?" ”

"No, the troops were demobilized."

"No wonder." Lao Qing's eyes were still firmly fixed on the Blue Bird sedan in front of him.

The driver said, "I'm a sharpshooter, and I said I wouldn't hit her in the armpit or in the neck." ”

Lao Qing smiled secretly in his heart. "There are so many class enemies there, and this woman doesn't know what she does."

The driver said: "The Public Security Bureau does not recruit people like me, I can be a secret sentry in the capital." People say that Beijing's taxi drivers are half politicians, and taxis are Beijing's political window. ”

Lao Qing said: "I know, just don't roll over for me." ”

The Blue Bird car stopped in front of a high-rise building in Fangcheng Park in Fangzhuang.

Lao Qing suddenly remembered that Xia Jun lived here, the salon friend who came back from the United States.

The woman locked the car and walked into the building.

Lao Qing paid for the car, and Fei seemed to rush into the building.

The elevator is rising.

Lao Qing pressed the prompt of an adjacent elevator again.

A fashionable young woman with a Japanese silver fox dog is also waiting for the elevator. The dog circled around Lao Qing, Lao Qing dodged it, and thought: "It's better to be careful, if this dog has something wrong with any nerve and bites me, then I will be caught with rabies, and I have to run to the hospital." There was a salon party. Lao Qing heard that a girl from the acting department of the film school was bitten by a dog, which was very awkward, and the more people avoided the girl, the closer the girl got to him, and then simply bit him, so scared that he went to Union Hospital to inject a shot of anti-dog vaccine. ”

Lao Qing shuddered at the thought of this.

A child of five or six years old, with a big head, as if this body could not withstand the pressure of this big head, and a pair of surprisingly big eyes, black and bright, he looked up at Lao Qing in a daze.

Lao Qing glanced at him casually, and that gaze was to say, what are you always looking at me.

The little boy spoke. "Uncle, you don't have to run, this elevator is there every day."

Lao Qing glanced at him again, and that gaze said, I know.

The little boy spoke again. "Uncle, don't be afraid of the dog, it doesn't bite, it's good."

Lao Qing got on the elevator.

Lao Qing rang the doorbell of Xia Jun's house.

Xia Jun appeared in front of the door in a Chinese-style Tang costume.

"Lao Qing, what a distinguished guest, please come in, please come in."

Lao Qing smiled and said, "I miss my sister, come and have a look." ”

Lao Qing entered the living room and leaned back on the sofa.

Xia Jun made coffee for him and said, "I know your story, you suffered so much for Yinling." ”

Lao Qing said: "It's nothing, you can't let your friends be wronged." ”

Lao Qing looked around and saw that the calligraphy on the wall had been replaced with "Enjoy Qingfu is not an official, as long as you have money, a warehouse and a barn, and a poem and book in your belly, you are the prime minister in the mountains." Pray that there is no need to take medicine in the New Year, but I hope that there is no disease, no worries, and no creditors, that is, the gods on the earth. ”

Lao Qing praised: "This calligraphy is really wonderful, the calligraphy is written by Feitian, and the content is Li Hongzhang's." ”

Xia Jun nodded, "The last time Feitian came to me as a guest, he said that the previous hanging banner was cheesy, I picked this couplet of Li Hongzhang, found a pen and paper, and Feitian waved it." ”

Lao Qing asked, "Xia Jun, what have you been busy with lately?" ”

"It's not those things in the company, it's too tiring to do business these years, a few days ago Hong Qiang also ran a beauty salon in the Tianlun Dynasty Hotel, I was invited to go, I got there, I felt a little smoky miasma, where are there any beauties, all the little girls in the north drift, there are a lot of farmers and entrepreneurs in the boss, or it is the general manager of the cultural company of the empty glove white wolf. I told Hong Qiang that I am not a beauty, I am the boss, so I paid 300 yuan. ”

Lao Qing said; "Hong Qiang really bought it and sold it quickly, this beauty salon was clearly created by me, I didn't expect him to transfer flowers and trees."

Xia Jun said: "You didn't register a patent. ”

Xia Jun took out an apple from the fruit basket and peeled it unhurriedly with a fruit shop knife.

Lao Qing left his seat and walked in the living room.

"Lao Qing, you do it, let's have a good chat, you are hanging around the house, my heart is messy."

Lao Qing walked into Xia Jun's bedroom.

Xia Jun put down the apple and walked to Lao Qing, "It's not like you haven't seen these rooms, come, sit down." ”

Lao Qing opened another door and saw that the floor of the room was full of books, which were "Three Embroidered Shoes" written by Lao Qing.

Lao Qing was stunned, and at the same time suddenly realized.

"Xia Jun, you ......"

I bought the book to arouse my salon friends, and Xia Jun's tone was very calm.

"Then you don't have to buy so many books, there are tens of thousands of copies!" Lao Qing's voice was a little hoarse with excitement.

Xia Jun sat on the sofa and said, "Lao Qing, you sit down." ”

Lao Qing sat opposite Xia Jun.

Xia Jun said: "I see that you are all very busy, what do I think I can do for you?" I heard that your "Two Embroidered Shoes" did not sell well and was printed, so I wanted to do something for you. How much more have you gone in for another year, and have suffered......"

Lao Qing was so excited that he couldn't help himself, at this moment, he didn't know what to say, his chest fell together, he couldn't calm his mood, he looked at this good friend who came back from the United States, this delicate woman, and couldn't help but be in awe.

Xia Jun, what a good woman, her character is so kind and her heart is so pure. Lao Qing's eyes moistened, and tears poured out involuntarily. He wanted to cry, he wanted to cry bitterly.

Xia Jun stroked his hair and said: "I am a person who knows how to repay my kindness, a few years ago, when I was in the most difficult time, when my iron emotional life was about to collapse, it was you, Lao Qing, and other friends who helped me, saved me, and gave me a new life, which I will never forget." The grace of dripping water is reciprocated. Now you're in jail for the silver bell. Life is very difficult, I have worked hard to write a book, I am not doing well, and I have lost hundreds of thousands, how can I sit idly by and watch? Besides, these hundreds of thousands are not too big for me. Lao Qing, what is a friend? The word friend has a thousand weights, that is, when a friend is in trouble, he pulls out a knife to help, which is called a real friend! Instead of fleeing from the wind, or even falling into the well, En will take revenge. ”

Lao Qing listened to Xia Jun's categorical words, and was completely melted. His hot tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes, he couldn't help hugging Xia Jun tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, my good sister......"

Xia Jun stayed in Laoqing to eat, and she personally cooked and prepared Western food for Laoqing.

Suddenly, fried steak, fried small mud soup, fruit salad, and creamy chicken soup were placed in front of Lao Qing.

Xia Jun used a tael of gin, a tael of mutilance, and a stick of small green fruit to make a martini cocktail.

Lao Qing ate it with relish, and felt that the meal that Xia Jun cooked tonight was particularly sweet.

Xia Jun said: "The fruit salad deliberately put more pineapple slices that you like to eat. ”

Lao Qing drank a cocktail and couldn't help but talk about wine, "Li Baidou has a hundred poems about wine, he was born and died from wine." The south wind blows back to the heart and flies in front of the restaurant. Du Fu is also a wine tycoon, returning to Japan and spring clothes, and returning drunk every day. In the fifth year of the Great Calendar, Du Fu took refuge in Leiyang, but was blocked by the flood, and later the county order found him and sent wine and beef to show condolences. Maybe there is a lot of wine and meat, and I can't eat it for a while, and the weather is hot, and the meat goes bad; Du Fu ate spoiled meat, drank alcohol, and died of poisoning. The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest in the Wei and Jin dynasties were all addicted to alcohol, Liu Ling sometimes drank naked at home, and the guests came to laugh at him for this kind of behavior, he said, I take heaven and earth as a house, and a house as a trouser, why did you run into my pants! Ruan Ji often went to a hotel to drink, and when he was drunk, he fell asleep next to the female shopkeeper, and there was no deviant behavior. The sage of the book, Xizhi, once gathered celebrities to hold an event at the Lanting Pavilion in San'in, where they sat around a curved stream of water, used lacquered wine glasses, and then placed them on the surface of the flowing water, and let the cups drift with the water, and the people who sat there would take the cups and drink. Wang Xizhi took advantage of the prosperity and became the Orchid Pavilion in one go". Tao Yuanming was invited to Lushan Donglin Temple as a guest, and the abbot Huiyuan made an exception to entertain him. Li Qingzhao, a female lyricist in the Southern Song Dynasty, was a noble lady, and after the death of her husband Zhao Mingcheng, she made the words "three glasses and two light wines, he came late and was in a hurry", and "where is his hometown, forget the wine", and also used wine to drown her sorrows. In Ouyang Xiu's "The Story of Yueyang Tower", "the drunkard's intention is not in wine" has become a good sentence for the ages.

Xia Junqin said: "Lao Qing, your memory is so good, you can actually memorize so many ancient poems." ”

Lao Qing listened to Xia Jun's praise, became more and more proud, and said: "Huang Qiushui sent me two lines of poetry: the book does not read under the Qin and Han dynasties, and the meaning is often between the books. That's not an exaggeration, isn't it? ”

Xia Jun smiled: "This kind of comment is a bit excessive, I want to send you two sentences." ”

"What poem?"

"Books are not above the reading store, and the meaning is often between red and powder."

Lao Qing said: "Your poem is really harsh. ”

Xia Jun said solemnly: "Actually, it's not harsh, I know you very well before I was abroad, you should believe that women are sensitive." ”

Lao Qing crossed Erlang's legs and said slowly: "I am a man who dies under flowers, and I am also a ghost!" ”

"Merry, what is merry, a gentleman is still merry."

"I'm a gentleman." Lao Qing said confidently.

A hint of arrogance appeared at the corner of Xia Jun's mouth, "You have a gentleman's side, but you are not definitely a gentleman." There are often men who proudly talk about their glamorous history when they are excited. However, many men who boast of their experience in battles only know to emphasize their achievements in quantity. I've heard a bigwig who has traveled almost the globe talk about his affair, but after listening to it, I realized that his proud experience turned out to be just pediatrics. In fact, he didn't have any romance at all, he just spent money to sell his physical strength to different women in various places. Men who are really amorous generally do not go to prostitution, and prostitutes are usually sexually repressed or ***, and they use physical strength to meet their physical needs. Merry men and women focus on a love word, and what they pursue is quality; Fake merry men are only in business, and what they pursue is quantity. Some men say that "intercession is very troublesome and tiring", and "venting" is simple and simple. This is also true, but the problem is that the affairs of men and women are not troublesome or tired, but simple and simple, how can the charm and feeling of digging out the heart and lungs be reflected?

Lao Qing listened thoughtfully. He had a little heartbeat, accompanied by a blushing, he listened to his sister's reprimand like a little brother, in fact, he was 8 years older than Xia Jun.

Xia Jun continued: "Now some men are like this, they spend money to play with women, and then they proudly boast that they are masters, and they are the love saints who have experienced many women. Everyone knows that the women they spend money on are not complete women at all, and they have no true feelings except for giving you a physical body. In ancient and modern times, prostitutes and prostitutes in China and abroad are only a commercial relationship, and even many women who are forced to become prostitutes will despise their clients from the bottom of their bones. In this kind of relationship between men and women, it is difficult to feel the heartbeat of love, and therefore it is impossible to soothe the soul. Maybe some men have exhausted all their energy in the struggle of market competition, maybe they will say: I don't have more time for children to have a long relationship, all I want to tell women what true feelings! This is indeed a very serious phenomenon in today's society, and men's busyness is literally explained by the death of the heart. Even if some men are not busy to death, they are almost so busy that they have lost the ability to love. Fortunately, men have not completely lost interest in women at present, and extremely busy men can also have sexual cravings with the support of aphrodisiacs. This behavior of spending money to consume physical strength and satisfy sexual desires is no longer romantic, and if this kind of person claims to be a romantic saint, it is really shameless and ridiculous. Truly amorous men tend to be unassuming in love, and they like to observe their targets quietly. The seasoned love master is very calm, and there is a calmness that is not easy to find. They know very well what kind of woman they can spark with, and sometimes even not saying a word of love at all can make a woman's heart flutter. This kind of man looks natural, as if he is transparent, and at the same time has insight into the subtle emotional changes of various women. The most powerful amorous species can reorganize the scattered feelings in a woman's heart, and will suddenly make a woman see advantages that she has never discovered. Many women will feel the gravitational pull that glows on him, and will let their hearts flutter with him in an unspeakable state. Very mature and amorous men are often very simple, they are as simple as children, but when they collide with the woman on the opposite road, they can create madness and romance in an instant. The highest level of merry is a perfect rhythm in tune with nature, which is a level that many false amorous vassals cannot reach.

Lao Qing's face was already golden red, like a ripe tomato, soft and hot. His Erlang's legs no longer trembled. "You think I'm a fake merry vassal merry?" Lao Qing's eyes stared at Xia Jun. He no longer treats her as a dull puppet, nor does he underestimate this little girl who doesn't grow up.

"You don't have to sit in the right seat. I'm talking about the highest level of romance. I think Yuting is a thorough romantic character, his lover Mengyuan, his life and death with Mengyuan, can be regarded as entering the highest state of romance. But I think that Yutei and Snow cannot be regarded as lovers, but friends, close friends, a relationship that is closer than friends, between friends and lovers. Who still believes in platonic spiritual love? The love between Balzac and the noble lady is called the air lover, and it is not because of the environment. But the snow and the rain pavilion are sometimes inseparable, and they are finally trapped on such a lonely island, but they have no physical contact in the end, and they do not light the ** fire. This shows that what Xue really loves is not Yuting, she has something else to love. Lao Qing, you must know that when a woman really falls in love with a man, she will devote herself wholeheartedly to that man, and emotional love will eventually lead to **, so she can't wait to make her body one with her lover. How pleasant, how exhilarating, and so happy is this ** that permeates all emotions, that many, men and women, abandon fame, family, and status,......"

When Xia Jun said this, there was a golden haze in front of him, and he was immersed in incomparable joy.

Lao Qing was dumbfounded.

Lao Qing saw a small mirror frame on the second partition of the bookcase, and there was a photo of a man in the frame, very handsome, so he asked, "Who is this man?" ”

Xia Jun walked over, looked at the photo, and sighed, "This is my first love, and it is gone forever." He's my college classmate......"

Lao Qing said: "You told me his story, the man who lived by the Haihe River in Tianjin, how did you separate?" ”

Xia Jun said melancholy: "It's hard to say, to be honest, I love him very much, this is the first real love in my life, not only because he is beautiful." He also likes me and helps me a lot. When I was lonely, he took me on a trip to Xiangshan; We like to see the red leaves all over the mountains in Xiangshan in late autumn, and the coxagulus tree is like a burning torch, red and hot, just like our love. We especially liked to enter from the south gate of Xiangshan Garden, along the winding path, to Shuangqing Villa, it was really a fairyland, carved shadow wall, cool spring water, fresh green bamboo, we entered the red leaves along the back mountain path and ,...... from it"

Speaking of this, Xia Jun's eyes were bright, and his eyes were shining.

"We walked through the red leaves, breathing in the fresh breath and letting the dew-stained red leaves lap our faces. Suddenly, he stopped, and I followed his gaze and was stunned. I saw a pair of young men and women on a boulder, embracing each other, trembling, like a sculpture of Rodin! ”

Lao Qing exclaimed: "Strange! How come I haven't seen such a Western scene, I've been to Xiangshan many times. ”

Xia Jun took a breath and continued: "I still have this sculpture in front of my eyes, a snow-white sculpture, motionless, vibrant life, a sacred carcass! He froze, too, and we cautiously held hands and left the holy land...... We walked through a forest of red leaves, and then entered another forest of red leaves, and we were still not calm, and his face was flushed. We have been silent. We involuntarily walked out of the wall, on a hillside, he suddenly hugged me, I heard his rapid breathing, he said, 'Jun, I want to ...... too' I was so excited that my heart beat faster and I unbuttoned my shirt involuntarily,...... I just remember saying the words: 'I'm yours, I'll give it all to you...... and we went crazy and stripped off each other until we were naked. After the madness, I saw him crying aggrievedly, crying so sadly, like a child. At first I thought he was excited and had sex for the first time. But I noticed that he was crying more and more until he beat the tree with his fist and the blood came out, and I asked him why, and he asked me, 'Who was your first one?' I understood, so I put it together. When I was in my junior year of high school, I somehow fell in love with my history teacher, who was separated from his wife. He is introverted and usually taciturn, but I like to listen to his history lessons, and he has a strong appeal to history, which makes you fall into it and can't extricate yourself. He said that during the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Saitong led the horse team to the vast Gobi Desert and the uninhabited desert, the sunset was lonely, and the camel bells rang one after another, which can really bring you to that thick historical atmosphere. Gradually, he asked me out to dinner, and I liked to listen to him tell historical stories. Later I went into his bachelor's dormitory, and one night he drank an extra drink and took possession of me roughly. It was my first time, and I didn't feel anything, I just felt confused and came and went. Later, for some reason, he avoided me as if nothing had happened. Later, when his wife came to visit her, I saw that his wife was stout and strong, and he cautiously followed behind her, but he was afraid of her. I called him and he whispered: '? I'm in the tiger's mouth! Let the past events leave a historical memory, and I wish you happiness. I hung up the phone in disappointment. I was admitted to university. ”

Lao Qing said: "Xia Jun, you made a mistake, you can't admit to your boyfriend that you have had a sexual experience. This is one of the six situations in which a wife makes her husband never forgive. Even if you love him very much, or in the midst of love, never admit it. You've made a big taboo. You know, men are definitely more excessive and exaggerated than women. Maybe at some point, he will trick you into telling you about your past experiences, but as soon as he knows the truth, he will be so angry that when he has sex with you, he will also have cranky thoughts and fantasize about you having sex with a previous man, which will affect your relationship. Bury your past deep in your heart, love him, and manage your present happiness. ”

Xia Jun said sadly: "It's a pity, it's already a cockroach." Later, he always talked about it, and there was a crack in your relationship. Of course, my strained relationship with his mother was also one of the fatal causes. ”

Lao Qing said: "This boyfriend of yours cares about this very much. ”

Xia Jun asked: "You just mentioned that there are six situations in which the wife said that the husband can never forgive, what are the other five situations?" ”

"You complain about his mother, even if your husband is the first to speak up about his mother, you must adhere to the principle that silence is golden. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are a pair of eternal contradictions. For the sake of safety, your silence should be extended to each of his blood relatives. The second is that you don't relish extramarital affairs in front of your husband. In front of your husband, you must take a clear stand and state that you believe infidelity amounts to murder. The third is not to complain that his sexual ability is not as good as before. As long as he is still working hard in bed, working hard and impressing you, he should be encouraged. Fourth, don't always play the divorce card when there is a difference of opinion, once your anti-divorce idea is introduced into your relationship, mutual distrust will begin to grow, unless there is really a fire, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble in reporting the fire alarm. Fifth, don't let him feel incompetent at work. A person's status in society is determined by various factors, such as the sky, the location, and the people. Your husband can't always have smooth sailing in his career, you have to keep encouraging him, don't say that he has low self-esteem, depressed, just imagine, you are also willing to share a bed with a depressed man at night. ”

Xia Jun pondered Lao Qing's words carefully and said, "I account for two of the seven situations you mentioned. Have you seen the works of Japanese writer Junichi Watanabe? ”

Lao Qing shook his head.

Xia Jun said: "His masterpiece is "Paradise Lost", and he himself has great doubts about monogamous marriage, which he believes does not conform to human nature, desires and ambitions. He even believes that monogamous marriages will gradually collapse in the years to come. Because no matter how much a man and a woman love each other, once they become husband and wife, the flame of their love will be quickly extinguished, and the two can see each other at any time, and there will be no desire. Many couples who have not been married long ago become sexless couples, the husband and wife are too familiar with each other, unable to produce vigorous love, lust will slowly disappear, lust is the need for distance and crisis. If a man and a woman get married, they can see each other at any time, and there will be no desire. In Japan, the biggest victims of the institution of marriage are women, who are often neglected, Japanese men ask women to have children, and women become reproductive tools. ** disappeared, the man and woman in the life of the couple have become mere companions, why should this institution of marriage be preserved? This is Junichi Watanabe's point of view. ”

Lao Qing pondered and said: "I don't dare to agree, but his consistent views are worth considering. ”

"Have you ever watched "The Golden Plum"?"

Lao Qing nodded, "I read it when I was in college, and it was a beautiful work that shows off human nature." In one of Yuting's seven-law poems, it was also written: 'The sea of evil flowers sinks into the clouds and the tiger is angry, and the golden bottle plum locks the ancestral dragon and is ashamed. ’”

"Have you seen ***?"

"It's "***", I've read it, and I think it's beautifully written."

Xia Jun said: "In fact, in Chinese and foreign literary works, many descriptions of sex are beautiful, desolate, and evocative. Frankly, whenever I see these descriptions, I can't help but feel a wave of excitement and a long time in my mood, it does not lead you into an evil world, but into a kind of fairyland that is close and detached. ”

Lao Qing smiled: "Xia Jun, after you came back from the United States, you have indeed changed a lot, let me ask you, how many times have you ***?" ”

When Xia Jun heard this, his face flushed slightly, and he said, "Of course there is, I won't tell you, this is my little secret." ”

"There are people who just met and turned upside down?"

"It was love at first sight!" After Xia Jun finished speaking, he went into the kitchen and brought two glasses of wine in a flash.

"Here, have some of my cocktail."

Lao Qing took a goblet and drank it with relish.

Xia Jun asked: "Lao Qing, where do you think women in China are the most attractive?" ”

Lao Qing wants to talk about Xiangxi, because Langyu is from Xiangxi. But on second thought, Xiangxi has not been there, but I heard that the Peach Blossom Garden is very peculiar. Cuicui in Shen Congwen's "Border City" is also a beautiful and moving girl, she is clear and lovely, full of hope for life, immersed in longing for happiness every day, but living a life of suffering.

"Why don't you speak?" Xia Jun asked.

Lao Qing said: "Minchan is from Gansu, and Yang Guifei is from Shaanxi. Tianshui in Gansu, rice fat in Shaanxi, Yanbei in Shanxi, Yangliuqing in Tianjin, Harbin and Dalian in Northeast China, Qingdao and Rongcheng in Shandong, Suzhou and Hangzhou in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Shantou in Guangdong, Chengdu and Chongqing in Sichuan are all rich in beautiful women. In fact, the girls in Chongqing are the most attractive. Chongqing has a kind of beauty that makes it difficult to self-discipline, and it is a charm that destroys men's rationality. When Chongqing beauties are in groups, men are under pressure. When Chongqing beauties are alone, the man has no master. Chongqing beauties are like red peppers, red, spicy, cute, almost terrifying, and poetic and seductive. Of course, this is inseparable from the changes in Chongqing's cultural environment, in the thirties of the twentieth century, Chongqing became the capital of the Kuomintang due to the Anti-Japanese War, and the country's outstanding talents gathered here, the rapid change of population structure, and the change of humanistic quality, so that the shape and quality of Chongqing women have been optimized. The geographical environment is also very important for the cultivation of beautiful Chongqing women, Chongqing foggy, humid air has created a white-skinned Chongqing woman, and the stairs of the two rivers and three banks such as the Jialing River have also exercised the upright and upward figure of Chongqing women. The character of Chongqing women is more exciting. If she takes a fancy to you, she will take the initiative to find something to talk to you, *** straight and enthusiastic; But if she hates you, she will turn her face and scold. Chongqing women don't care about their husbands, the point of view is to give men enough face and freedom, and encourage men to go south and north to be heroes, they look down on soft men. They believe that a man can be powerless and moneyless, but he must not be a good man. If they hear that a man is having an affair, they don't panic at all, they always pat the man on the shoulder and say, 'Husband, you bring your lover home to see, and if it's better than me, I'll cook the best dish to entertain her and make her treat you better.' If you're worse than me, you'd better stop it now, or beware of me kicking you off!" It is precisely because of the generosity and ability of Chongqing women and the worship of heroic men that Chongqing men have created the quality of being rough, chic and righteous. Some people say that everything about Chongqing men is soaked by Chongqing women. ”

Xia Jun said: "The more fashionable and avant-garde Chongqing women are, the more they dare to wear them, dare to be different, and they also run to start a business in all directions like men, in major cities across the country, you can find our Chongqing women." Lao Qing, in fact, the women on the grassland are very attractive. ”

Lao Qing said: "I don't dare to compliment the women on the grassland, but they are very sincere. I know you're a young eagle on the steppe. ”

Xia Jun said: "I am from the Heilongjiang horse nationality, a member of the Daur tribe. ”

Lao Qing sighed: "One side of the water and soil raises one side of the talent, the mountains and rivers bathe together, and the man is talented and beautiful." ”

Lao Qing came out of Xia Jun's house very late, and he took a taxi to his alley. A Xinjiang restaurant asked for a bowl of noodles, five mutton skewers, grabbed a bottle of two pots, was full of wine and food, and went home.

As soon as I entered the house, the phone rang.

Lao Qing jumped and grabbed the phone.

It's Hong Qiang.

Hong Qiang said on the phone that these days it is like falling into a demon, the sales of "Three Embroidered Shoes" have increased significantly, there is no movement in other places, and the Xidan Book Building and Wangfujing Bookstore in Beijing are selling very hot, and the supply exceeds demand.

Lao Qing smiled bitterly and told him the truth.

Hong Qiang said that this little woman usually doesn't say anything, and she really stepped forward at the critical moment and pulled out a knife to help...... Lao Qing shouted: "She's not **, she's Xia Jun." ”

Lao Qing hung up the phone.

After a while, the phone rang again.

Lao Qing thought it was Hong Qiang, and said angrily: "Are you finished? Why are you calling again? Although my three shoes are not carved from gold carving, they are not broken shoes, they are very simple and durable three shoes! ……”

The other party smiled: "Lao Qing, what kind of hysteria do you have!" I'm Rain Pavilion. ”

As soon as Lao Qing heard that it was Yuting, he immediately smiled and said: "I thought it was Hong Qiang calling, his whole body was drilled into the eyes of money, and there was only one fat face left exposed." ”

Yuting said: "I recently went to Maijishan, and the Buddha caves there are really spectacular! ”

Lao Qing asked: "Is it the Maiji Grottoes in Tianshui, Gansu?" ”

Yuting said: "That is, Maiji Grottoes and Dunhuang, Shanxi Datong Yungang Grottoes, Henan Luoyang Longmen Grottoes and called China's four major grottoes, clouds and mist, ancient trees lush, is really a treasure land. There are also Fuxi Temple, Nanguo Temple, Li Guang Tomb, Xianren Cliff, Shimen nearby, which is really a holy place in the Western Regions. I also wrote two poems in the old style, which I will recite to you. ”

Just listen to Yuting chanting:

The number of Buddha caves in the past dynasties, wheat accumulation, Qin time, bright moon, Song Dynasty, riding clouds and embracing murals, really ethereal, rain worshipping Buddha shrines, sighing strangely, the moon falling, stone door, no kneeling place, lamp burning pavilion, Yu has a mysterious view of the Buddha, riding the elephant, leisurely going to the goddess, laughing and talking about the Bodhi Rain Pavilion, saying: "There is also a song "Tianshui Miscellaneous Sense""

Yuting chanted again:

Stepping on the song to worship the Xihuang Emperor smoke and rain for thousands of years, pine and cypress incense, Tianshui Chang'e is now researching Nanguo Mi Fu has an article Tianjiao sunset, has remembered whether Li Du's article is a few hesitant to bathe in the snow rose on Maiji Mountain, a few drunken songs, Lao Qing smacked his mouth, and praised: "These two poems are not bad, although they can't catch up with Li Bai and Du Fu, but they can be comparable to Li Shangyin and Vain Mu." ”

Yuting said: "Tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning, we will meet at the Friday Western restaurant, and I will invite you to eat steak." ”

When Lao Qing heard this, his saliva almost flowed down, "Yuting, you know that I like to eat steak the most, even the steak of the mad cow is also eaten, and I have strong resistance." But this piece of steak costs 100 yuan, how can I be embarrassed to slaughter my brother, let's change to an affordable place, just eat mutton in my small restaurant at the mouth of the alley. ”

Yuting said: "I am looking for you this time, there is indeed something to do, let you help me analyze and analyze." ”

"What's the matter?"

"We'll talk about it when we meet."

Yuting hung up.

Lao Qing lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, just like flipping a pancake.

What's the matter with the Rain Pavilion? Is there something new going on?

Eighty percent is his old lover Mengyuan who came to Beijing.

Or maybe Xue'an gave him a dream again, the soul wandering in Qilu Mountain Village.

Otherwise, his wife Liu Di has a new situation, and this kind of virtuous woman is either calm, well-organized, and obedient, and she will turn over the ground today and be generous as soon as there is a situation.

At 10 o'clock in the morning of the next day, Lao Qing was dressed straightly, and as soon as he stepped into the Friday Western Restaurant in the East Third Ring Road, he immediately felt that his whole body was shaking, his eyes were shining, and the bones on his body were standing up.

It turned out that he smelled the steak.

And it's a French steak.

The rain pavilion is sitting dangerously, looking at the watch.

He looked up and saw Lao Qingzheng walking majestically towards him. Immediately return him with a bright smile.

Lao Qing sat down and asked for a glass of lemon juice first.

"I was in a hurry on the road, and the chairman gave an instruction, and I acted vigorously and saw immediate results." Lao Qing took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The waiter brought lemon juice, and Lao Qing grabbed it and drank it all.

Yuting smiled: "You are crazy with thirst. ”

Lao Qing smiled and wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve. "Thirst is a point, and the degree of return."

Yuting asked the waiter for steak, wheat fish, green onion rings, salad, pasta, dark beer, etc.

Lao Qing said: "These are my favorite foods, Yuting, back to business, what are you looking for me?" ”

Yuting whispered: "The old rules, keep your mouth shut." ”

"Of course."

"I can't breathe with my sister-in-law." The rain pavilion mysteriously leaned over.

"Of course, sister-in-law knows what she should know, and don't know what she shouldn't know, she knows too much and makes a fuss."

Yuting looked around and lowered his voice: "I received a letter three months ago......"

Lao Qing saw that Yuting looked serious and a little nervous. "What letter, chicken feather letter?"

"A letter of pursuit to me, it was mailed, but not addressed."

"Handwritten? The handwriting must be beautiful. ”

Yuting shook his head: "Typing with a computer." ”

"What's written on it?"

"The girl said that she saw me almost every day, and that she thought I was attractive, not only handsome, but also talented. She said she had collected all my work and read it all. She said her heart skipped a beat every time she turned a page. She said that life is a book, some books taste like chewing wax, some books are unbearable to read, but some books can find feelings and increase inspiration and wisdom after reading. She said that especially after reading my book, she felt an electric shock in her body. ”

Lao Qing smiled: "Then she is in love with you." I wonder what she looks like? ”

Yuting slowly put down the wine glass, and said in thought: "She took the initiative to say that she is not the kind of gorgeous woman, but she is definitely the kind of person who has a very feminine taste, and can make men remember it at first sight; She is a woman with a very charming temperament, and her temperament is aggressive, Gong Xuehua and Cecilia Cheung are just a dish of food in front of her. ”

Lao Qing stuck out his tongue and exclaimed: "It seems that this is a stunning woman, Yuting, you have met the peach blossom luck again, you are so spirited!" ”

Yuting's forehead was shining, his face was full of red light, and his eyes were shining. "After that, she would send me a letter every week, and sometimes she would send me a little poetry or something."

Lao Qing asked, "How is the poem written?" ”

"It can be seen that she is a very aura girl, and between the lines, there is a touch of melancholy."

"Melancholy is a rare temperament, rare, so rare! My preliminary analysis shows that this girl is clearer and smarter than Mengyuan, and she is smarter than Xue'an, and now my sister-in-law should have nightmares again! Lao Qing bit a large piece of steak in a hurry, lost half of his broken teeth, and simply swallowed them together.

Yuting said cautiously, "I really like the way she writes letters, and she is open-minded, because she doesn't ask me to pay anything, and she doesn't ask me to reply or meet. I usually only write poems, and I don't think about dressing. I deliberately went to Silk Street to learn some fashionable clothes and armed myself. Soon she wrote again, and she said that she had noticed, and that she liked my outfit very much, that it was very colourful and graceful, and that the color of my tie was "too plain, and that she had sent me an American tie with a golden background and red stripes obliquely in a very bright line, and for some reason I began to feel a little guilty and felt a little sorry for the willow causeway." I have been married to Liu Di for nearly 15 years, and our relationship has always been good, and she has taken good care of me......

Lao Qing looked at the flickering candle flame and said, "Just don't let your sister-in-law know, she won't be hurt, and besides, your past dealings with Mengyuan and Xue'an, those thrilling stories, don't you think it's romantic?" People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help it! Are the men who have had contact and dealings with her quiet about her beauty, gentleness, and understanding? You're going to make sure she doesn't have a story? She has been guarding you like a jade like that, don't be too naïve, too poetic. Sometimes in a moment or in a moment, in a special environment and on a specific occasion, out of psychological, physical or emotional needs, both men and women will make deviant acts, some will regret it, and some will not regret it for the rest of their lives. There can be no true friendship between people of the opposite sex, because people are never satisfied, and the development of feelings cannot be stagnant. There may be a longer period of desirelessness when a friendship develops to a certain stage, but over time, the relationship will either be diluted by time, or it will become more intimate, and the closer it is, the more sparks will be generated. In order to maintain this friendship, there must be some kind of insurmountable distance between the two. Otherwise, after being really close, the pure friendship will also wither! The relationship between a man and a woman is inherently delicate, and when the opposite sex gets too close, it will change, and sexual friendships are also weird. Cheng Ran, an ordinary existence between the opposite sex, admires each other, but will not go out of bounds, but this kind of friendship is often the result of retreating, and it will be very tiring to maintain, Yuting, how can you conclude that Liu has no lover? Or are they friends of the opposite sex who don't appreciate each other? ”

Yuting said: "There are stages of emotion beyond friendship, friendship lasts forever, either from love to friendship, or friendship to sublimation into love." ”

Lao Qing said: "Let's talk about your air lover." ”

"Then she sent me pictures of men and women kissing, and some body art photographs, and then she sent me an English version of Lady Chatterley's Lover, in which she said how much she wanted to be Lady Chatterley, and that she desperately wanted me to be the fierce forester. When I received the letter, I went crazy. In the letter, she said how much she wanted to do these things with me, and that she must be happy. Yesterday at 10 a.m., the florist lady delivered me a bouquet of red roses to my office with a strip attached to it, and she said that she wanted to see me very much and was anxious to follow me. Ask me to meet tonight at the easternmost seat of the café on the first floor of the Royal Hotel, she will have a bouquet of red roses in her hand......"

Lao Qing sighed: "It's really romantic, this woman is too romantic!" ”

"I want to go, I should go, Lao Qing, are you right?"

Lao Qing said firmly: "Of course I go, I want to go, I must go, I will open a room in the Wangfu Hotel." ”

Yuting said, "But, you accompany me to ......"

Lao Qing's eyes widened, "Of course, I will show up nearby to accompany the gentleman, but when you are **, I will avoid it, and I will not appear." ”

At 8 o'clock in the evening, when night fell, the stars in Beijing City were twinkling, and Goldfish Hutong was brilliantly lit.

Yuting took a taxi in the palace hotel abruptly stopped, Yuting solemnly walked into the hotel, only to see that the inside is as bright as the crystal palace, the crystal chandelier is as clear as the exquisite, the green wood with fat leaves, the carved delicate railing, the tall Dali column, the rain pavilion is a little dizzying. He walked straight into the café where the candles were swaying.

His heart jumped suddenly, and his eyes swept over, only to see a beautiful woman sitting on the easternmost wooden chair, she was wearing a beautiful suit, elegantly holding a bouquet of dazzling red roses, and her temperament was really extraordinary.

Yuting was in ecstasy, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Suddenly, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by a person, and he looked back and saw that it was Lao Qing.

"Yuting, don't go, she's Liudi!"

Yuting fixed his eyes on the sitting woman, sneering slightly, his gaze getting closer and closer, and becoming more and more familiar.

This gaze was like a sharp blade inserted into his heart, so fierce and quick...... Yuting was dizzy for a while, and he was in a dilemma.

For the first time in his life, he tasted embarrassment.

Yuting pulled out and wanted to leave, and as soon as he turned around, he heard Liu's majestic voice: "Mr. Yuting, where are you going?" ”

Lao Qing was more than ten meters behind the rain pavilion, and when he saw this scene, it was really subtle, so he ran away.

Liu shouted again: "Lao Qing, don't leave either, I'll invite you to coffee!" ”

Lao Qing's legs were like a thousand pounds on him, and he couldn't move anymore.

Yuting's face was flushed, and he walked towards Liu step by step.

Ryu's gaze was cold, and a triumphant smile flashed between her brows.

"Pick up the red roses." Liu is like a general ordering his subordinates.

Yuting's face turned blue and white for a while, and he said, "Don't you think this joke is a little bigger?" ”

Liu Di sneered, "Husband, don't you think this is too romantic?" ”

The rain pavilion trembled and bouquet red roses, he felt that the roses were too dim, and he subconsciously put them on the table.

"Two more cups of coffee and more sugar." Liu Di beckoned.

Yuting couldn't imagine living with Liu Di for ten years, but at this moment, he felt that Liu was so strange, so strange that it made him feel like in a dream.

Lao Qing came over and sat cautiously on the side, like a child who had made a mistake, silent.

The waiter brought two cups of coffee and put them in front of Yuting and Lao Qing.

Liu Di brushed his hair and asked Yuting, "Do you know what day it is?" ”

Lao Qing replied casually: "Today is a good day......

The rain pavilion is like falling into the fog for five miles, and it is speechless for a while.

Liu Di smiled, "Today is the tenth anniversary of my marriage to Yuting. ”

Yuting looked even more unnatural and said, "I really forgot." ”

Liu Di said leisurely: "Do you remember the old article of "Paper Crane in the Rain"?"

Yuting nodded.

"The vitality of love lies in its sincerity, in its beauty and immaculateness, in its immortality. Love doesn't have to be vigorous, fanfare, and there is no need to cry ghosts and gods earth-shattering, love is a glass of water, clear and light water, after love, you know what real water is without fragrance. In this world where we don't want to come and go, shouldn't we let our hearts return to their roots? Love is not a goldfish, not beauty, not an official position, not an academic degree, it is just a kind of nobility, a kind of understanding, a kind of long-term concern, a kind of spiritual sustenance......"

Lao Qing said: "I really don't know the story of a thousand paper cranes, I just heard a song in the karaoke hall, 'My heart, no regrets, over and over again is for you, thousands of paper cranes, thousands of love, flying in the wind......'"

"This is a poignant love story...... When a boy and a girl fall in love for the first time, the boy folds a thousand paper cranes for the girl and hangs them in the girl's room. The boy said to the girl, these 1,000 paper cranes represent a thousand hearts of mine. The young lovers are both immersed in great happiness. But then the girl gradually distanced herself from the boy, and the girl got married, went to France, and went to Paris, which appeared in her dreams countless times. When the girl and the boy break up, they say to the boy, we all have to face the reality, marriage is especially a second reincarnation for women, you are too poor, I can't imagine the life we live together...... After the boy went to France, he sold fruit, worked as a coolie, did a small trade, and worked hard to do all the work, and finally with the help of his friends, he finally had his own company. He has money, but he still thinks about the first girl day and night. One day, in the drizzle, the boy saw an old couple walking slowly in front of him with a black umbrella in his black Mercedes car. The boy recognized it as the girl's parents. So the boy followed them, and he wanted the old couple to see that he had become rich through his own struggle. The boy drove after them. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and although the old man was holding an umbrella, he was still drenched in the slanting rain. When he arrived at his destination, the boy was stunned, it was a cemetery. He saw the girl, the girl in the porcelain statue of the tombstone was smiling sweetly at him, and next to the small tomb, there were strings of paper cranes hanging on the thin wire, which looked very vivid in the drizzle, fluttering, showing vitality. The girl's parents told the boy that the girl did not go to Paris and that the girl had cancer. The girl went to heaven. The girl hopes that the boy can get ahead and have a warm home, so she makes such a move. She said she knew the boy and would succeed. The girl said that if one day the boy came to see her at the cemetery, please bring a few paper cranes anyway. The boy knelt at the girl's grave and burst into tears, letting the rain drench him. When the old couple walked out of the cemetery, they saw the boy standing not far away, and the door of the Mercedes-Benz car had been opened for the two old men. A mournful song came from the car stereo, 'My heart, I don't regret it, it's all for you over and over again, a thousand paper cranes, a thousand loves, flying ...... in the wind'"

Lao Qing sighed and said: "This poignant love story is so moving! ”

Yuting was in tears at this time.

Liu Di said affectionately: Life is built with love. When I was five years old, I said I love you. You tilted your little head, blinked your big eyes, and asked me suspiciously, 'What do you mean?' 'When I was fifteen years old, I loved you. Your face is as red as a red cloth, your head is deeply bowed, and you seem to be laughing as if you are rubbing the hem of your clothes. When I was twenty years old, I said I love you. You leaned your head on my shoulder and held my arm tightly for fear that I would leave. When I was twenty-five years old, I said I love you, and you took the initiative to unbutton your shirt to reveal your selfless carcass. When I was thirty years old, I said I love you, and you smiled and said, 'You, if you really love me, don't run to the cabaret, and don't forget the food I asked you to buy.' 'When I was thirty-five years old, I said I love you. You pull the sprinkler off the water heater in the secular room and say, "Take off your clothes, I'll give you a bath, don't run to the sauna!" When I was forty years old, I said I love you. As soon as you cut and clean up the dishes, you muttered expressionlessly, 'Alright, alright, let's review the child's homework!' 'When I was fifty years old, I said I love you. You don't look up in your sweater and say, 'Really?' I can't see it, don't keep tinkering with those hairy pieces. 'When I was sixty years old, I said I love you. You laughed and slapped me and said, 'The bird's head is leaking, don't do it, are you okay?' After saying that, he suddenly snored loudly. When I was seventy years old, we were sitting on a deck chair in the park, you were wearing reading glasses, admiring the love letter I wrote to you 50 years ago, our wrinkled hands were clasped together, and at that time I said I love you, and you looked at me affectionately and said: 'At that time, I was not happy to take pictures of the human body, but you must know how meaningful it is to leave a **** when you were young!' ’

Lao Qing said: "Sister-in-law, what you said makes people think deeply, but I also have a joke. ”

Liu Di said: "Let's talk about it." ”

Lao Qing said: "As the sun sets, an old man plays his guitar and sings a melancholy song. A young girl came to her and said, 'Oh, how beautiful! The old man said: 'Unfortunately, the sun is about to set.' The maiden said: 'Tomorrow morning the sun will rise again in the east.' ’”

Liu Di said: "I used to say that my husband stole incense and jade, and explored flowers and willows, but what if my wife went out of the wall? ”

Lao Qing smiled: "Could it be that my sister-in-law also has a time when red apricots are out of the wall?" ”

Lao Qing Zhengse said: "Is it okay for men to climb flowers and fold willows, and not for women to go out of the wall?" Which country is this the law? ”

Yuting said: "Lao Qing, everyone says that you are the master, you tell me, if the wife Hongxing is out of the wall, what is the attitude of the husbands of various countries?" ”

Lao Qing said: "Anyway, the husband in the United States must have stayed awake all night, and the next morning he gave his lawyer a pistol phone call, talked in detail for a long time, collected a lot of evidence of his wife's infidelity, and then went home and said to his wife: 'Honey, we'll see you in court!'" The French husband also stayed awake all night, and went to the flower shop early the next morning to buy ninety-nine red roses for his wife, and bought another box of Viagra, ready to revive his majesty and save his wife's heart. The Russian husband stayed up all night, drank a bottle of vodka the next morning, took a pistol, strode to the door of his rival, shouted loudly, and demanded a duel. The Japanese husband stayed awake all night, and went straight to the tavern after work the next day, glass after drink, not drunk and not home. Since then, he has been obsessed with taverns and returned drunk every night. The German husband stayed awake all night, and the next morning he opened his laptop to collect all kinds of data to verify why his wife had an affair. The Italian husband stayed awake all night, went insane the next morning, and locked himself in a small dark room. A few days later, the wife broke into the door and found several pieces in the house, all of which were made by her husband who had lost his temper, and all of them were priceless. The Spanish husband stayed awake all night, went out for a hot dance the next morning, met a beautiful girl, and the two fell in love at first sight. The husband then went home and divorced his wife. My husband in Beijing stayed up all night, and went to the train station with a small bench early the next morning, preparing to line up for a day and a night to get a train ticket for the second aunt and grandmother of the boss's sister-in-law's boyfriend, so as to win the favor of the boss and fight for the vacant position of deputy director-level cadre, so as to win back his wife's heart. Or take your boss to the sauna twice in order to seek a vacant position and please his wife. My husband in Shanghai stayed up all night, bought soybean milk fritters for his wife early the next morning, and then washed and happily watered the flowers and mopped the floor, and decided to quit smoking, drinking, and mahjong from now on, saving every penny to buy clothes for his wife. The husband in Guangzhou stayed awake all night, went to the original unit early the next morning to resign, and then went home to withdraw all the savings, ready to go to the sea to do business, and gave the proud car villa to his wife, so as to save his wife's heart and maintain the dignity of the man. Chongqing's husband stayed awake all night, and the next morning he grabbed his wife from the bed, slapped her twice, and lost some pots and pans. Afterwards, the husband and wife reconciled. The Hubei husband stayed awake all night, followed his wife out early the next morning, followed and pursued all the way, and finally captured his rival in bed. The husband in Hunan stayed awake all night, always checking his wife's mobile phone information, installing a bugging device under his wife's pillow, getting evidence, and asking for money from his rival. Before the northwest husband could fall asleep, he threw his wife into the river, and then killed his rival with a knife, and turned himself in to the official mansion. ”

Yuting said: "Lao Qing, your answer is indeed eight or nine. ”

Liu Ti said: "I also have a saying, don't mess with women." When a woman falls in love with you, she will ignore everyone's preconceptions, regardless of other people's eyes, and just be very good to you. Be considerate to you and think about you. Sometimes I really don't know whether to call them sluggish or simple. But if you take this for granted, you are very wrong, and they need to pay special attention to this attitude, so that they will be discouraged or desperate for you, and you will be doomed to misfortune, so that they will take revenge on you in all ways. Some women are like being tied up, maybe she doesn't cry or make trouble, but she is full of thoughts about dying with you and destroying you. But you can't blame her, because she loves you. It's okay to provoke anyone on this nunnery, just don't mess with women, no matter what is right or wrong, but you must not make women sad. ”

Lao Qing was a little hairy when he heard this, and he said slowly: "Sister-in-law, I have always thought that women are the cutest, but when you say this, I think women are very terrible things." ”

"A woman's feelings are like a nuclear reactor that can benefit you or destroy you, but the most important thing before the reactor explodes is: find a place to put nuclear waste," Liu said. ”

Lao Qing scratched his head and said, "Why do I think all women are *** all of a sudden!" ”

Liu Ti said: "In fact, women are not terrible, how many women look through the autumn water, and after some hard work, they finally want to get a proud car, and marrying someone is like a ride." Some women are afraid that their faces will pass away, so they hurriedly get into a crunching broken Xiali in desperation, marry hastily, wronged themselves, and drive into a life station with a heart ape. Some women get off the bus halfway and see a Mercedes-Benz car parked on the side of the road, and abandon the bad husband in a panic. In fact, marrying a car is like a ride, and most women don't care too much about the expensive or luxurious car, because they know that these luxurious cars are human spirits and need to be matched by the views of the masses. In fact, as long as there is a mass opinion that really loves you, it doesn't matter whether it is Mercedes or noodles, love never plays with it. There are also people who sit on the tricycle without fumes and dirt without regrets, watching their beloved "bend their waists and sweat against her and pull her to a stable place to settle down." In the real society, it is not easy to find a stable car that you can rely on for a lifetime. You can take a car, but do you dare to marry? If the picture is an empty car, this is also a spring dream. If you want to reach your destination, you still have to work hard, because there will be no green light car in the human hermitage.

Yuting nodded and said: "Liu Ti is right, there is a green light and there is a red light, it is impossible to have a green light all the way, and it is impossible to go all the way to the red light, this is the dialectic, if there is a stop, there is a stop, there is a stop, Lao Qing, now is the time for you to stop." ”

Lao Qing said anxiously: "But why do I always encounter red lights, when the green light is on, I can't always stop there, I really can't always linger." Sister-in-law, you don't know how lonely I am after the divorce. During the New Year's holidays, everyone is a wife and children hot kang head, children and grandchildren around their knees, and the sound of joy is around, but I am a lone lamp, hanging from each other. Life is so lonely, like a desert with no traces, like a silent backwater, like a rugged path, where is my destination? "Shakyamuni ran away from home, and after experiencing human suffering, he finally found his own spiritual home. Jesus came down from the cross, went into the people, and returned to his heavenly home. Muhammad led a group of his people through the lonely wind and sand, and after walking through the desert, he rested on his camel for a while, and it seemed bad to listen to the wind and the sky seemed to be bad, so he put away his tent and rode his camel back on his long journey. Confucius led 3,000 disciples and left the apricot altar with high spirits. Traveling around the world to give lectures, or being welcomed by the sandwich road, or treating them with heavy gifts, encountering shameless people to beat them, with the support of Zilu, Zigong, etc., they returned to their homes and returned to the pastoral cottage of Lu country, enjoying themselves. Lao Tzu rode the bull leisurely through the Hangu Pass, widely spread Taoism, for a time the Taoist view of the stars is scattered, shining gold and silver, the sound of the book is loud, the wonders of the world are in full view, in case of bad things, riding the bull leisurely escape into the deep mountains and valleys, the letter horse is long and wild and prosperous, Qiao Mai flowers bloom white snow fragrance. But I, Lao Qing, have to keep moving forward, always looking for my home, my home. Almost all religions are looking for a spiritual home, some have found it, some have not found it, and if they find it, they will be at ease, and if they do not find it, they will seek it until they exhaust the last bit of strength in their lives.

Liu Ti said leisurely: "I can understand Lao Qing, because Lao Qing once had a home. He had a sense of home, even though it was a memory. Actually, what is home? Home is the shell on the back of a snail. Life is like a snail crawling slowly, when you are tired of crawling, when the night comes, when the rain and snow are raging, you might as well shrink your body into it and avoid the hardships. Wait until the wind is beautiful and the sun rises, then probe out and continue to crawl. Home is a hotel, with the acceleration of the pace of life, the pressure of survival is getting bigger and bigger, more and more people go out early and return late, or go out late and return early, even if it is a husband and wife, father and son, mother and daughter, it is rare to see each other, come in a hurry, go in a hurry, for this busy person, home has become a hotel. Home is a prison, because of the intervention of a third party, or the love of the new and the dislike of the old by the man and woman, the home has become a battlefield of saber rattling. Once the outbreak breaks out, the war-torn home will become a prison, and the hero and heroine, one becomes a prisoner, and the other becomes a jailer. ”

Yuting said: "Lao Qing, don't you think the salon is home, on Christmas Eve in 1999, the salon had a party at the North China Hotel, with brilliant lights, staggered cups, and laughter. Then the poet Feitian came in, and I saw that he was haggard and tired, so I asked, 'Feitian, what is wrong with you?' and he smiled bitterly and said, 'I have come to say goodbye to you.' This is the last time I'll be at the salon. I came from the hospital to ......' and he burst into tears. I hurriedly asked, 'What's wrong with you?' He said, "I have liver cancer,...... Lao Qing, you know how sad I felt when I heard the news." Later, I called a driver to take him to the hospital, and I will never forget his goodbye to the eyes of the people, which seemed to say, this is the gathering of life, I am gone, will I come back? ……”

When Yuting said this, he was already in tears.

Lao Qing said: "He really regards the salon as his home......

Yuting said: "Later, when he finally came back, the doctor made a wrong diagnosis and had a false alarm. Huang Qiushui also arrived halfway, and his face was pale. I asked, 'Huang Lao, what's wrong with you?' He smiled and said: 'I have a high fever.' I touched his forehead, and it was hot. I complained to him and said, 'Why did you come back when you burned like this?' He smiled innocently: "It's the New Year, the salon is my home, can I not go home to see?" ’”

Lao Qing touched the scene and sang softly: "Always go home to see, go home to see ......"

Liu Ti said angrily: "Lao Qing, you be quiet, your rough noise scared the guests away." ”

Lao Qing stuck out his tongue and said, "Sister-in-law, my Lao Qing is attractive, the return rate is high enough!" ”

Liu Tiyan smiled: "That's your own love!" ”

When Lao Qing returned to his downstairs, it was already past 1 o'clock at night, and it was dark in the corridor. Lao Qing likes the dark, because the darkness makes others unable to see their true faces, the darkness is full of mysterious colors, the darkness hides the true expression, and the darkness makes people unrestrained. That's why he never turned on the lights, and of course he didn't like the lights that came on at the slightest movement.

Lao Qing walked to the third floor and touched the door of his house on the right, he swayed, tripped and fell on a soft object...... Lao Qing was shocked into a cold sweat.

The object was warm and soft, giving off a refreshing aroma, mixed with the smell of wine.

Lao Qing reached out and touched a soft hillock, bulging and firm; Touch it up again, and touch a delicate face, soft and smooth, full of elasticity.

He stood up and lit the light in the hallway.

Lying on the ground, Lang Yu was disheveled, with his eyes slightly closed, leaning against the door frame, already drunk and unconscious.

"Get jade, get jade!" He screamed.

Langyu turned over, but still not awake.

Lao Qing hurriedly opened the door, picked up Langyu, and ran straight towards the hut.

At this moment, he felt a pleasure that he had never felt before, he really liked Langyu, liked this girl from the mountains of Xiangxi, her characteristics, her personality, his every move, all made his mind fly. But he didn't dare to touch her in the slightest, because she had her forbidden place, her way of thinking and acting, and he liked her from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't dare to act rashly or make mistakes. Probably this is a real kind of love, which is why he respects her. It is really a great depression for him who has been in love for a long time, especially if he lives in a family together, and the distance between them is seven or eight meters, but he does not dare to take a step beyond Lei Chi. Even if Lang Yu forgot to close the door when he was asleep, or covered the door when he was bathing, Lao Qing could only stand with his hands down, or he didn't dare to take a breath, but waited patiently with bated breath. Sometimes Lao Qing is also like a seasoned hunter, deliberately setting all kinds of traps in the house, carefully waiting for the prey to take the bait, but he can't do it. Now Langyu is so drunk for some reason, drunk in front of Lao Qingmen, this is a godsend for ordinary men who are lustful like life, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, not to mention that Lao Qing and Lang Yu have been together for many years, and they have nothing to talk about. But Lao Qing resolutely chose the behavior of a gentleman, carefully hugged Langyu, gently put her on the small bed, gently took off her small leather shoes, and then took off her flower socks, and lovingly straightened Rongyu's delicate little feet.

Lao Qing found a filth on the beige shirt on the front chest of Langyu, wet and mixed with fine food. That's what she did when she was drunk. He went to the bathroom and pulled a hand towel, gently walked to the hot and cold water dispenser, turned on the hot water faucet, wet the towel, and then came to Langyu again.

Lang Yu was still asleep, drunk and unconscious. The even breath emitted a faint aroma that filled the room.

Lao Qing gently wiped it on Langyu's front chest with a wet towel. Suddenly, he touched the mysterious hill on Langyu's left chest, trembled like a hornlightning, and hurriedly retracted his hand. He looked at Langyu's face, which looked very good when he slept, his face was red and fluttering, like a ripe red apple, with a thin and white little high nose bridge, firm. A stubborn cherry mouth is cocked high. The two broad, fat ears drooped into a small mushroom cloud. Suddenly, Lao Qing felt that she had a statue of Guanyin, **, elegant, peaceful, and quiet.

Lao Qing looked at the towel in his hand, and his face changed greatly.

It turned out that this was a piece of Lao Qing's foot towel.

Lao Qing threw the foot towel into the bath like a crime, hurriedly took Langyu's towel, came to the water dispenser again, wet the towel with hot water, and came to Langyu again.

Lao Qing wiped it with a towel on the shirt on Langyu's chest, he was a little flustered, his mind was in a trance, the towel knocked off one of the buttons of Langyu's clothes, half-covering the "half of the country" that exposed the small sand dunes of Langyu, it turned out that Langyu was not used to wearing bras.

Lao Qing was even more flustered, threw away the towel, and ran back to his room.

Lao Qing lay on the bed and tossed and turned, not lying down, not sitting, simply turned off the light, sat on the bed and smoked, one after another, for a while the smoke was billowing, and the cigarette butts were messy.

Half a pack of cigarettes was smoked, it was the middle of the night, Lao Qing was still not sure, so he came to the jade room again, and saw at a glance that the half of the white ivory-like hill was hazy, as if it was faint, and a delicate red bean was planted on the top of the mountain, and it was even more shadowy, he couldn't help but walk over, lifted his clothes, completely covered the small hill, and then left in a hurry.

Langyu didn't wake up until noon the next day.

Lao Qing asked her why, at first she bowed her head and didn't say anything, and then slowly said.

It turned out that the youth idol of Langyu passed by Beijing.

When Lang Yu was in his second year of high school in his hometown, his language teacher changed to a handsome teacher's college. Graduate. His name is Ning Fan. This Teacher Ning is a beautiful type of person among men, and Lang Yu doesn't like men with beautiful masculinity, she likes men with personality. Ning Fan's lectures are very distinctive, he talks about the protagonist, always starting from the personality of the protagonist, for example, talking about "my classmates", "my father", "the person I am most familiar with" and other propositions, he said that we must grasp the personality of the character, so that the character can be flesh and blood, and grasping the personality is equivalent to grasping the soul of the person. When he talked about Lu Xun's work "Kong Yiji", he told it eloquently, analyzed Kong Yiji's inner world, and went into three points. Ning Fan was the first man to break into the world of jade. Ning Fan also became interested in this country girl with an extraordinary bearing. Sometimes Ning Fan invited Lang Yu to take a walk outside the village, and Lang Yu happily went with him. The river that flows day and night, the green reed leaves, the golden oranges, and the strange wild ducks used to be their companions. Since she was a child, Lang Yu didn't like men to touch her casually and hug her. Therefore, when Ning Fan couldn't help but want to take her into his arms, she always broke free from the net like a small fish. She always said that only when two hearts are really close to each other, will they be naked. But Ning Fan thought, when will the two hearts be really close, and which year, month, and day can be naked. Langyu is used to living by the river, the cultural level of the villagers is not high, such a talented young man in the village naturally makes Langyu fall in love, and the older generations of Langyu are rough people with no culture, so when he comes into contact with a cultured person like Mr. Ning, Langyu likes it from the heart. Langyu didn't come to school for several days, it turned out that her father went up the mountain to chop wood, broke his waist, was bedridden, her mother died early, she was her father's only daughter, so she could only rely on her to take care of her elderly father. The parents of Langyu were infertile in their early years, and when they were in their forties, they were happy to make Yu, and the old couple naturally regarded her as a treasure, and her father usually made a living by planting and selling oranges, and her mother helped her father to do some work. Although she was born in a cold family, her skin was as white as jade, plump and handsome, and she was a rare beautiful woman in the village. When Lang Yu was 10 years old, his mother contracted a strange disease, and her whole body slowly decayed, and she passed away soon after. The people in the village regretted the hasty death of this kind-hearted and beautiful woman, and at the same time, they also saw that Lang Yu inherited her mother's advantages and gradually grew into a graceful girl.

Ning Fan heard that Langyu's father was injured, so he hurriedly visited his home and left 200 yuan, which made Langyu very moved.

After her father's injury recovered, Lang Yu was able to go to school again, and since then she and Ning Fan have been inseparable after school.

One evening, Ding Fan took Lang Yu to a small river behind the mountain, and the sunset stained the sky red, like blood. The river surface is shiny with silver scales, and the strange rocks on the river beach are saggy, lying or standing, and there are many strange things.

Ning Fan said: "Look at this river stone, how beautiful, how magnificent! ”

Langyu picked up the stone and floated on the surface of the river, and the white throwing stones splashed with ripples.

Ning Fan said: "Nature is really a miracle axe, some of these river stones resemble a woman's face, some resemble a woman's breasts, and some resemble a woman's buttocks......

Lang Yu said: "Your imagination is really rich enough, what kind of woman's buttocks, is it a gizzard?" ”

Ning Fan smiled, shook his head, and said, "No, it's the woman's ass." ”

Lang Yu blushed and said, "How indecent and vulgar this analogy is!" ”

Ning Fan said: "I'm just a layman." If human society is not good, how can it reproduce? Mao ** made a revolution back then, that is, he led the lay people to rebel and create a new world. Mao ** was the first to lead the laity in Hunan Autumn Harvest Uprising, which was called the ruffian movement by some landlords at that time. ”

Lang Yu smiled: "You, you are always reasonable, there are too many flowers and intestines in your stomach." ”

Ning Fan hugged the jade and said, "I really like you!" ”

Langyu's face turned red, and his chest jumped like a deer.

Ning Fan left a sharp kiss on her flushed face.

Lang Yu twisted his face to the side, Ning Fan couldn't help himself, his hand quickly slid down, stopping on her round buttocks, he didn't dare to slide down anymore...... There was an inexplicable excitement in Langyu, and she felt a kind of restlessness, and the two strands were wet and greasy. She not only hoped that Ning Fan's hand would slide, but also a sense of fear hit her heart...... The fiery red sun was about to set, and it began to retract its red rays, and a cool wind rippled on the river.

Lang Yu whispered, "Someone is from the other side of the river." ”

When Ning Fan heard this, he let go of his hand.

Lang Yu ran away with a smoke.

There was no one on the other side.

Ning Fan said dejectedly: "I'm a few years older than you after all. ”

Ning Fan began to undress.

Lang Yu's eyes widened in surprise and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"I'm so hot, I'm going to swim."

Ning Fan quickly took off his pants, shirt, vest, and leather shoes...... smiled and said, "I want to swim naked." ”

Lang Yu was so shocked that he took a few steps back and said, "You dare, I'm going to call the police, the three disciplines and eight attentions, do you know or not, take a bath and avoid women!" ”

Ning Fan took off only one trouser and plunged into the bottom of the river.

Lang Yu was amazed when he saw his beautiful figure and white pimple meat.

Ning Fan didn't show up when he had a bag of cigarettes.

Lang Yu was a little anxious, and she shouted loudly: "Teacher Ning, Teacher Ning!" Ning Fan, Ning Fan! ”

Ning Fan still didn't move.

Lang Yu was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his pants were wet when he was urinating.

Lang Yu has been swimming in the river since she was a child, and the water is excellent, she plunged into the river, fluttering in the water, looking for Ning Fan.

There was a white mist on the surface of the river, and it was vast, and Langyu was a little confused, she held her breath deeply and plunged deeper into the bottom of the river. Suddenly, she was hugged by a person, and in the haze, he felt that it was Ning Fan.

The two of them swam on the water, and Ning Fan smiled: "You really love me." Lang Yu was really anxious now, and beat him with his fist and said, "How can you make such a joke?" ”

Ning Fan said: "My diving skills are good, I'm testing you." ”

Langyu broke free from him, swam to the shore angrily, got ashore, and sat down on the river beach.

Ning Fan also swam ashore and saw Lang Yu crying sadly, a little overwhelmed. He looked at Lang Yu in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Lang Yu felt cold in her heart, the cool breeze hit, the soaked clothes tightly wrapped her cold body, and the moisture on the river surface hit one by one, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Ning Fan draped his clothes over her body, and Yu threw off her clothes, still crying.

Langyu finally got sick.

She didn't show up for class for days.

She had a high fever that did not go away, and the old Chinese medicine doctor from the neighboring village rushed to scrape for her, and six red blood marks appeared on her back.

The old Chinese medicine doctor trembled and said: "She was hit by the cold, her heart was too hot, and she was not lightly ill. ”

Ning Fan was very remorseful when he heard it, he came to the door several times, but he refused to see him.

Langyu's old father persuaded him: "Teacher Ning, you better go, this girl is very stubborn and has a bad temper, and a few cows can't pull it." ”

Ning Fan looked sadly at the window of Langyu's room, the curtain in the window was tightly closed, and a large peony flower was embroidered on it, which was red and dazzling.

Ning Fan knew that it was jade embroidery.

Ning Fan came to the front of Langyu's room again, and he couldn't see the big red peony flower, nor could he see the light of the oil lamp. Langyu is gone, and she is far, far away.

She went to Beijing.

Lang Yu is such a stubborn woman, she doesn't want to see Ning Fan in her life.

It's a deep autumn.

Beijing seems cold, in fact, Beijing itself is very deep, the capital of the six dynasties, the wind and rain, the Great Liao built the capital here, but the imperial tombs of the past dynasties do not know where to be buried, the vast desert, the mystery of the ages. Dajin is in this Dingdu, Jin Bing's Jin Ge Iron Horse crosses the Juma River, and Fangshan Jinling exudes wisps of murderous aura. Genghis Khan, a generation of heavenly arrogance, burned Moscow, whipped Western Europe, and broke through the Middle East; Genghis Khan's son, Kublai Khan, led the iron cavalry into Beijing; Kublai Khan's advisor Yelu Chucai ancestral hall still occupies a corner of the Summer Palace. Ming Chengzu Zhu Di stationed in Beijing, Changling is still immense; Emperor Chongzhen's belt hangs on an ancient pine in Jingshan, and there are still arrow marks of Li Zicheng's march into Beijing in front of Tiananmen Square. The Qing soldiers entered the customs, and the Manchu Dynasty was even more mysterious, a treasure well, unfathomable. Groundbreaking, yellow-haired and blue-eyed foreigners have visited many times; Feng Yuxiang led his troops to force the palace, and the last emperor burst into tears...... Beijing is full of vicissitudes, wind and rain, year after year. Sunrise and sunset, joy and sorrow, sorrow and joy, blessings and misfortunes rely on, and misfortunes and blessings lurk.

On this morning, Yuting was editing a manuscript of a prose book at the publishing house, when he suddenly received a call from Huang Qiushui, whose voice trembled and was excited.

It was the first time for Yuting to see Huang Lao so excited, because he was a little out of breath.

"Yuting, I'm overjoyed, come to the teahouse, come right away, a surprise!"

"Huang Lao, can you tell me what kind of joy?"

"You'll know when you come, a surprise ...... life"

Yuting hurriedly packed up the books, asked the director of the editorial office for leave, went out and took a taxi, and sped towards the Shichahai Golden Rose Tea House.

The golden glow sprinkled on the waves of Shichahai Lake, shining with a light like thorium scales, reflecting people's eyes. The remnants of the flowers and willows have long been drifted away with the wind. The old shops, small bridges, and shadows are full of shadows, and the alleys are zigzag, and tricycles carry yellow-haired and blue-eyed foreigners shuttling among them.

Yutingdi saw the Golden Rose Tea House, and his heart was excited. He really didn't know what Huang Qiushui was referring to, but he felt an auspicious taste from Huang Qiushui's excited tone.

Why?

Yuting's heart couldn't help but jump, his palms were sweaty, and his face was flushed.

The taxi stopped in front of the teahouse, and Yuting paid for the car, but he didn't have time to get the ticket, and Fei also seemed to have entered the teahouse.

The teahouse is a delicate and elegant woman leaning against the window. She had short black hair, two bright and clear eyes, and looked into the distance affectionately, full of antiquity. In the sunlight, there are crystal tears.

She was wearing a light beige trench coat, and her slender and light figure was revealed from the well-proportioned trench coat, which looked reserved and graceful.

"Snow Temple!" Yuting shouted excitedly, he couldn't believe his eyes, it was her, it was Xue'an!

Back then, in that remote dreamy mountain village, didn't she follow the vast waves? The overwhelming flood, the big waves, the ocean, the earth-shattering.

He clearly engraved the exciting scene:

Yuting hugged the snow hermitage tightly, drifted on the door panel all night, and the next day at dawn, approached a high slope, fortunately, the water quality of the two people was good, choked a few mouthfuls of water, and scratched a few wounds on the body.

The sun rose like a big ball of fire. The wind has stopped, the rain has stopped, and the lightning has faded. It was white, with only bare peaks, and some debris floating on the water, and occasionally a few corpses.

This is a high slope protruding from the peak, about ten meters long and seven or eight meters wide, with some bushes.

Yuting helped the snow hermitage up the high slope, he looked at the snow hermitage, and then looked at himself, he was already embarrassed. It turned out that Xue'an was only wearing a pair of underwear and a big red belly pocket, and she was wearing a pair of shorts.

The rain pavilion dragged the door panel up a high slope. Two people sat on the door panel and gasped.

The rosy hue of the sun is very incongruous with the image of this large and dilapidated wave. Ten thousand rays of light flickered, revealing thousands of vitality. But on the vast waves, there was a deathly silence. The shattered discard, the chimneys on the roofs of the houses, and the whitened corpses made people look very uncomfortable.

From a distance, the rain pavilion saw the ancient locust tree, as well as the ancient bell that refused to sink.

This high slope is an isolated island, and no life has been found except for the two of them.

Yuting felt that a kind of description made in literature and a kind of realm in poetry in the past had now come.

He will face a tough life.

Xue'an was hit by the flood, her body was thin, coupled with her thin clothes, her body trembled, and she had a high fever at noon.

When Yuting saw it, he was a little at a loss. He made Xue'an lie on the door panel and massaged her, trying to give her more warmth. But Xue'an was still shaking violently, and her face was as white as paper. She kept shouting cold.

The rain pavilion looked at this high slope, and there was really nothing to cover it. He plucked the green leaves from the bushes one by one and covered them over the hermitage. Xue'an is like a primitive man, and like a shrub and vegetative person.

But Xue'an still shouted cold, and her whole body trembled even more.

Yuting was a little panicked, he looked around, the white expanse, endless, and the green mountains in the distance were like daisies. The sky, the scorching sun, was blue and blue, without a trace of white clouds, Xue'an was a little in a trance, and kept shouting cold.

Yuting simply leaned down and hugged her tightly, using his whole body to tightly cling to her weak body.

He kissed her, forehead, cheeks, eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips...... Xue An's body was hot, her face was red, and her eyes were a little hazy.

Yuting really wanted to give her all the heat of her body.

Xue'an still shouted cold, and Yuting suddenly had an idea.

The urine is hot.

Yuting told Xuean to close her eyes, then undid her pants and poured a column of urine onto her body.

Yukian felt a little better. Yuting then lay on her back again.

Xue An showed a smile and muttered, "Yuting, will I die?" …… Yuting covered her mouth with her hands and stopped talking nonsense. ”

"Human life and death, like day and night, cannot be changed by manpower," Sekian said. All things in the universe are going to perish. No matter how big the thing is, when it should be destroyed, it will always be destroyed, and the master said, "You can't be born to be born, and you can't go away." Wang Fuzhi said that the ideal life should be smooth and peaceful. When a person is born, he should do his best, exhaust the way of being a person, and pursue physical and mental peace; When a person dies, he can be naturally in peace...... Yuting said: Xue'an, change the subject. ”

Xue'an's face suddenly flushed with red tides, and she slowly groaned: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns." You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk......"

Yuting sighed: "Li Baidou has a hundred poems about wine, and the restaurant in Chang'an City sleeps." The sky is not as good as the call, and he claims to be a fairy in wine. ”

Xue'an asked, "Yuting, do you remember the epitaphs of the ancient Greek philosophers?" ”

Yuting replied: "There is no need to be afraid of death, God is not afraid, if you can endure pain, you can be happy." ”

"Yuting, do you believe in souls?"

Yuting nodded.

"Russell believed that where there is a body, there is a soul, and without a body, there is no soul."

"The human spirit is immortal."

Xue'an looked at Yuting affectionately and said, "Yuting, to tell you from the heart, I like you very much, what good friends we are." But I don't want to deceive you, my feelings for you are not love, but friendship, deep friendship......"

When Yuting heard this, his heart trembled, and his whole body became cold, I kept trying to find that feeling, but failed. In fact, true friendship is harder to find than true love; What a slow-growing plant it is compared to the torrent of love! The most memorable friendships bring not only joy but also pain that is so unbearable for the human heart...... Tears poured down from the rain pavilion.

"I feel like I'm going to die soon, and when I'm gone, you're going to put me back in the waves, and I'm going to go back to nature......"

Yuting listened, stunned like a wooden chicken, and his heart was like a cold kiln.

Xue'an coughed a few times, and then said: "If you are willing to follow me, just do it......"

Yuting didn't speak, and slowly left Xue'an's body, and Xue'an showed a bleak smile: "Yuting, my best friend, I beg you, you kiss me......"

Yuting leaned down and silently kissed her on the lips.

Xue An smiled and then closed her eyes, her hands hanging weakly...... It took more than two hours for the rain pavilion to return to reality from the hallucination.

Xue An lay there quietly, her body was cold, her two snow-white feet looked cold, and her big red belly pocket was very dazzling in the sun.

The rain pavilion found a lot of green leaves of shrubs, buried the snow hermitage, and then pushed the door panel containing the body of the snow hermitage into the vast waves...... The rain pavilion stands on the high slope, watching the snow hermitage drift in the big waves, until it sinks into the place where the sun sets.

Yuting remembered the scene of the first encounter in a snow hermitage at the end of the world in Hainan:

It was almost noon, and Yuting walked alone on the glittering white sand beach. There is no one here, but listening to the never-ending rhythm of the waves of the beach and the ebb tide, the snow-white waves are rolling, whistling, shouting, cheering, up and down, left and right, converging into a blue and secluded peak, rushing to the sky, like a broken bamboo, thousands of troops and horses galloping, and then collapsing very quietly, the whole line retreats, merging into the vast sea.

Suddenly, the rain pavilion suddenly lit up, and I don't know when, on the delicate and soft white sand beach, there was a young girl, she sat cross-legged, wearing a snow-white tight short skirt, her black hair fluttering in the wind, and two snow-white and soft bare feet stretched into the white sand. She held a book in her hand, intently and attentively, reading it as if no one was around. She has clear eyebrows, a face like a sculpture, her eyes do not squint, her eyes are bright, and her demeanor is superb, like a girl in the north.

The waves crashed onto the beach, soaking her feet, legs, and skirt, but she paid full attention and remained focused.

Who is this girl? Why is she studying alone at this "end of the earth"?

Rain Pavilion slowly approached the girl, and he saw the name of the book in her hand: Desire to live, a book written by the painter Van Gogh.

The tide came up again, gradually submerging half of her body, drowning the dark green satchel behind her, revealing the camera, and she pulled the satchel and moved Na's body backwards.

She spotted the rain pavilion, a pair of big clear eyes flickering at the uninvited guests around her.

"You're a poet." She smiled, and her grace was better than any woman's.

"How do you know?" Yuting asked.

"I'll look at faces." Her neck was slightly flushed, "You may be from the north." Yuting asked tentatively.

She nodded lightly and asked, "You can also read faces?" ”

Yuting shook his head, "By my feelings." I can guess that you live in Beijing. ”

She was a little surprised, and subconsciously looked around at herself, "How do you know, is it also based on feelings?" ”

Yuting said with a smile: With temperament, the northerners have the temperament of the northerners, the southerners have the temperament of the southerners, you were born in Beijing, and you are a scholarly disciple with the temperament of the family and the temperament of Kyoto.

"Really?" She let out a silver bell-like laugh.

"You're coming alone?" Yuting asked.

"Of course, since I was a child, I like to go alone and wander the ends of the earth. What about you? ”

"With a few friends, a small troop." Yuting looked at her innocent appearance and felt pleasing to the eye.

"Aren't you alone afraid of robbers? There are many people in Hainan on the black and white roads. ”

"I have special abilities and am invulnerable." She laughed even louder.

Yuting sat across from her, and only then did he really see her face. Her eyes are crystal clear, like a pool of clear, deep water, and when she gazes at you, it is like a strong lightning bolt that passes between her eyes and swallows your soul.

She was a long, handsome girl, with an oval face, white and shining like a transparent jade; The eyebrows are very dark, and they penetrate into the sideburns beautifully, and she has no embellishment, she is completely natural and beautiful, elegant and vivid. Her slender waist, plump body, bulging plump breasts, look mysterious and wonderful, two almond eyes, round and oily, as soft as velvet, shining brightly, she is bathed in golden sunlight, as if shrouded in a circle of light.

Yuting has never seen such a strange woman in his life, looking at it, the world's beauties are like clouds, dizzying, and heart-warming. Beauty has injected infinite vitality and vitality into this era, beauty makes men in a pleasing vertigo every time, it is beauty that makes people feel the incomparable exquisite magic of the Creator, and it is beauty that embodies the possibility of truth, goodness and beauty in life to move seamlessly towards unity. Beauty makes a weak man ashamed of himself, and a beautiful woman looks back at a man intentionally or unintentionally, and maybe it will reform this man's life.

There are many beautiful women on the street, but there are many beautiful women who have inevitably been tarnished by the world, and their blood-red lips and plump breasts are like inferior handicrafts sold at special prices on the counter, and there is no beauty at all.

And the beauty in the white sand beach in front of her is icy and jade, and her demeanor is extraordinary.

The girl seemed to see his thoughts, and said: "In "Journey to the West", Tang Seng went west to learn scriptures, and after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, the goblin turned into a charming beauty to tempt him, he cast the slightest waver, he broke off seven emotions and six desires, so he is a saint. Are you a saint? ”

Yuting shook his head and said, "I'm like a winter snow, falling quietly. ”

"My name happens to be Seo-an." Her apricot eyes glistened with smoke.

"My name is the Pavilion of the Rain, the Pavilion of the Rain; Your name is Snow Nunnery, what a wonderful name, rich Buddhism. Yu Tinghui said movingly.

"I originally scolded Buddhism, and every year I have to go to Putuo Mountain to burn incense and worship the Buddha......"

"Your profession?"

"Guess...... Xue An cocked her flamboyant little mouth, the priest of the temple?"

She chuckled slightly, "I'm a movie actor. ”

"What movies have you acted in?"

Guess for yourself. She glanced playfully at the rain pavilion.

"It's all small characters, and I want to bury them."

"Don't forget, history is a mirror."

"Give me your left hand." Xuean said, what, you still look at palmistry? Yiyuting handed her left hand to her hand, her hand was very soft and full of poetry.

"You're very emotional." She said solemnly.

"Yes, it's because of this talent that I became a poet."

"You will have a sincere attitude towards every woman you like."

"yes, otherwise I wouldn't have chased a woman to the airport."

"You have Dream of Red Mansions, the shadow of Lijia Baoyu......" she smiled faintly.

"Yes, I like Daiyu, Baochai, Keqing, Qingwen, Xiangyun, Baoqin, ...... you, are you Baoqin? She is the red plum in the snow, you are the white snow in the sand, and the white hermitage in the snow. Xue'an showed two shallow smiles again, I'm no one, I'm me, a free Xue'an. The first time I met my husband, I felt that he was my husband, and of course he had a deep affection for me, so I said to him: Go and get a marriage certificate. "There was no earth-shattering love, so it was combined, and I felt very warm. She smiled happily.

Yuting was stabbed in the heart, for Xue'an, the beautiful girl she met, she shouldn't have a reaction to him if she has a husband or not. She is a hurried passerby, coming and going in a hurry.

Are you happy then?

"To live in tranquility is to be blissful."

"I don't think it's bland."

"The more you know, the more painful it is. I like to live an ordinary life, where those who are content are always happy, and those who can endure are at ease. ”

She looked at the endless sea and thought, "What is your husband's profession?" He seems to be very tolerant of you. ”

"It's a secret, everyone should have a secret, and if it's exposed, it's boring. My husband said that he was the land of Guangqiu, and I was the snow hermitage rooted in the earth; He can tolerate everything about me. He has a very manly taste and is very righteous. "When it comes to her husband, she is full of confidence.

"Are you lonely?"

She nodded, "The high place is not cold, and there is like spring and snow at the commanding heights of life, and those who are peaceful will be widowed, of course lonely." There is a poem that says: My loneliness is far less than the loneliness of a tree: the palm of my hand cannot hold up, the weight of a leaf. Here grows something higher than the sun, and the blue sky is set against a leaf: when you walk into the forest, you find a deep tranquility; To lean against a tree is to lean back, the last hour; Deeper into a leaf, life quietly reveals itself-"

Yutei stared at the sea and pondered the weight of the poem that Xue An had recited. After a long time, he murmured softly: "My loneliness is far less, the loneliness of a cluster of waves: my palm cannot hold up, the weight of a drop of seawater; The tide rises and falls, and a drop of sea water merges into a group of waves, blends into the sea, and goes deeper into the heart of the ocean; The earth is immortalized in these two-thirds oceans. ”

Xue An giggled again, "You are really a poet, you come so fast, and your talent is like a sea surge, but it's a pity that you imitate others." ”

Yuting said: "Mr. Qian Zhongshu, the author of "The Siege of the City", once compared marriage and love to the "siege of the city", is it happiness outside the city, or happiness in the city? The people in the city and the people outside the city don't seem to know. The guards guarding the castle still saw the reality of 'slaves coming and going' one morning. Some people say that in China, there is a part of love that is not in the hands of husband and wife, but in the hands of love. ”

"I think that the lover's withdrawal from the stage is not first of all the lover himself, but the improvement of the quality of marriage."

Marx said that there are three kinds of civilized human life: material life, spiritual life, and sexual life, all of which are indispensable. No one will deny that it is embodied in today's human beings as a deep emotion. It has been argued that the noble lover is platonic and repels **. Platonic love pretends to be pure, it pursues warm and affectionate emotions, away from the contamination of the body, sexual organs, and the process of reproduction. In fact, the platonic lover's so-called pure love is hypocritical, it fictionalizes the love of a man and a woman. ”

"The value of physical activity depends on the ability to experience a new spiritual realm, and only in this way can sex truly cultivate and develop human love."

"Jochenf Braddock says in his book "The Marriage Bed" that one of the defects of monogamous marriage is where does the passion come from? There is a lover in the eyes of a lover; It also seems to herald the irreversibility of the Lover's Age. ”

Xue'an slowly put down the book in his hand and said: "The lover phenomenon is an extremely complex social problem, which cannot be explained by simple moral theory, and now some people envy the model of Sartre and Simon Beauva, but in any case, men and women should be two separate planets. ”

Yuting's right foot was a little numb, and he moved his right leg a little.

Xue'an stretched out her two snow-white feet from the sand and into another sandy place.

"I like to walk barefoot on the beach or black soil, whenever I feel connected with the earth, as if I have been deeply rooted in the earth, just like Qigong said, connected with the earth, now some people do not want to live in a building but want to live in a courtyard or a bungalow, that is, they do not want to get out of the earth. Xue'an said: I continued what I just said, Sartre, Simon, and Beauva each have their own lovers as husband and wife, and they love each other deeply and grow old together, which is a pattern. Japan's love hotels have a history of nearly 30 years, and now they still have a strong vitality, where men and women who love each other can confide their sweet love, and there are more and more single women in Japan, who have their own intimate men and women, and often come here for boating. ”

"There are more and more single women in China, especially single intellectual women, and there is a single women's club in Beijing, where they often hold salon activities and act more secretively."

But I still think that a truly happy marriage should be regarded as the whole world. Some people don't even cherish their feelings, and when they see one loving another, or like their own clothes, they buy one and throw it away, so that they can't get true happiness. If a man only uses women as a tool to vent his desires, then he will become more and more empty. If a woman only uses men as objects of exploitation, then she will become more and more depraved. These two types of people can only be tragic in the end. After hearing this, Yuting became more and more respectful of Xue'an.

Xue'an said: "There are several reasons for the phenomenon of lovers, one is the unwillingness to hypocritically maintain a loveless marriage, the second is women's misunderstanding of money and power, the third is to try romantic love again, the fourth is to lose the foundation of ** itself, the fifth is to envy the glory of the floating world, the sixth is to supplement the emotions outside of marriage without destroying the family, and the seventh is to be a lover by worship." The scope of lovers I am talking about here is a bit broader, some can only belong to concubines or concubines, and some people's desire not to limit their sexual experience to only one man or one woman has quietly become fashionable in modern society, and it seems to be an eternal contradiction. ”

Yuting nodded, "There are three types of marriage foundations in my country, one is the high-level marriage foundation, that is, the marriage of pure feelings, this kind of marriage foundation accounts for a small proportion of the current marriage relationship in my country, but it is the development model of future marriage." the other is the sub-level marriage foundation, that is, the relationship is regarded as one of the conditions for marriage, and also includes family, material, and external factors; The other category is the low-level marriage foundation, which rarely has a sense of affection between men and women, and only serves as a means of reproduction and continuation of life. ”

There are three realms of lovers: the first is celibacy, a combination of pan-love and exclusive love; The second realm is the model of loving wife or husband, but going outside to have a tryst with a lover: the third realm is that both of them are in love with their hearts; When he was old, with gray hair and the sun was setting, he sat on a bench full of autumn leaves, and one shed a line of old tears and said:

'I love you,' but 'the sunset is infinitely better, it's just near dusk.' Which is the true lover's realm?

Everyone's understanding is different. The more educated a person is, the more unstable the marriage is, and the easier it is to fall into the circle of lovers. Even though they often regulate the mess of their lovers with reason, cultivation, and emotion, and iron out their marriages, they are still playing a tragic role. In a social environment like ours, lovers are still in their infancy. The Japanese scholar Aido Yushin said: "The classical love has been stripped of its shell, and the modern love has not yet revealed its germ, and this confusion and distress are naturally confusing and sighing." It's a worldwide problem, and it's because of the confusion that you want to find it. The cutting is continuous, and the rationalization is still messy. In the next century, one will also see the wilting of the more lush lovers.

"Do you know the romance of former French President Francois Mitterrand? Every year on March 3rd, a red rose arrives punctually at the home of a woman in her twilight years, named Catelyn Laneire, Mitterrand's first love of life. From 1938 to 1941, the lady received 2,400 love letters from Mitterrand, and in less than four years, Mitterrand spent 18 months in a French Nazi prisoner of war camp, writing an average of 6.7 letters a day to his sweetheart. This is indeed a great love story" Yuting has also heard of this exciting love story.

"I believe in a great emotion, and this love affair of President Mitterrand is a great emotion."

Xue An slowly stood up, she was like a jade carving, the demon stood by the sea, and Yuting felt that she was very much like the goddess of liberty at the ends of the earth.

Xue'an said: Our conversation is too serious, a little heavy, let's tell a humorous story, one person will say one, I'll say it first. The husband often jokes with his friends, 'Everyone else is afraid of his wife, but I am not afraid, and I am the head at home.' When his wife knew this, she asked her husband in a loud voice: 'What?' You are, so what am I? ’

The husband had an idea and replied, 'I am the head, and you are the neck, and the head can only move when the neck moves.' This sentence not only relieved himself, but also made his wife smile.

Yuting also tells a humorous story: "The wife said to her husband, 'Women need men in life, and men need women. The husband asked: 'Why does a man need a woman?' The wife laughed and said, 'If there are no women in the world, who will sew your trousers?' The husband replied: 'If there are no women in this world, then who of us needs to wear trousers?' Xue An asked: Do you like Lawrence? ”

"Like, I've read several of his novels."

On the issue of **, Lawrence is close to Freud's view that the ultimate cause of culture is placed on the ** relationship between men and women. He regards ** as the highest form of existence, and the dark force is the most important connotation. When we begin to encounter a person of the opposite sex in existence, the lamp of consciousness that lights up in the soul seems to be touched, it struggles, and then darkness ensembles. In the embrace of darkness and darkness, men and women enter into unfathomable lives. Darkness itself is a perfect existence, and all the conditions that make it a perfect existence, so there is no need for visual or verbal communication, and what remains after the abandonment of the external world is its own mysterious body. In Lawrence's view, vision is associated with light, and human vision is always a manifestation of consciousness, and it is the three-dimensional consciousness that distinguishes things other than consciousness, so as to cause the separation of subject and object rather than unity. The failure of Connie and Mellors' fourth sexual experience in "Lady Chatterley's Lover" is that Connie's outsider viewing, broad daylight consciousness permeates the entire process, which repels her sinking into darkness. The search for the physical body does not depend on consciousness, and only in the living silence can it be guided into the darker expanse of existence. Okay, let's not talk about this purely theoretical issue anymore, I'm going back when it's not too late. Xue An said, leaning down to put on white high heels, and picked up the satchel.

"Where do you live? Let's go to dinner together. "Yuting didn't want to be separated from her so quickly.

"Don't ask me where I'm from or where I'm going. Goodbye, poet of the times! Xue An picked up her satchel and left happily. Leave her deep footprints on the white sand beach.

She walked away, slowly turning into a small white dot and gradually disappearing, disappearing into the horizon.

Yuting is suspicious and confused, in a trance; Blank, hazy.

Is this a hallucination?

It's peculiar.

The wind was completely still, and the waves were calm; The infinite silence covers the whole space, and in the intermingling of nature, everything is silent; The sea slammed out of its belly under the blue sky, burned, and threw itself down, and there was a tremor and a convulsion on the surface of the sea...... There is no grass at the end of the world.

Yuting remembered that he and Xue'an went to her hometown last spring to find their roots.

Spring crept in, green woods fluttering, ditches rotting leaves, yellow, purple, pink wildflowers peeking out of the damp grass. Everywhere in the field, from the courtyards of the countryside, from the cultivated fields that have been soaked with water, from the high ridges, there is a damp fermentation everywhere. Countless young green shoots emerge from the brown earth, sparkling in the melting sun. The murmuring of water irrigated in the fields is like a melodious piece of music. A winding river, struggling to break free from all its shackles, waterweeds, mud and rocks, and horizontal trees, never end, tirelessly rushing forward. Wild geese chirping, woodpeckers knocking on tuks, bent-legged goats munching on zigzags, silver-gray horses roaming the hillsides, the cheerful conversation of the laundry peasant women by the river, and the sound of the coachman eating and drinking in the cart all add to the interest of this fresh and monotonous rural field.

Yuting sat in the Santana car driven by Xue An, and there was a burst of inexplicable excitement.

Life is really wonderful, a few days ago I was sitting in the living room full of peace and the atmosphere of the battlefield and talking, but now I am sitting in the car of Xue'an and immersed in the green color of the land of Qilu.

Xue An drove very seriously, and when he spoke, his eyes were still firmly fixed on the front. The two of them went all the way south from Beijing to Jinan, and then drove east to the plain, enjoying the beauty of the countryside.

Seki-an loves nature from the bottom of her heart and yearns for the real thing. Now that I am getting closer and closer to my hometown, I feel indescribably happy.

Today, the sky is bright, Xue'an and Yuting set off from Jinan, the fog is rolling in a clump, hazy, and can't see really: Xue'an is driving cautiously, Yuting is very nervous, carefully searching ahead.

As the car drove through a village, Xue An felt tripped over something soft, and she screamed badly, so she immediately braked, opened the car door, and leaned over to look.

Yuting also opened the car door and got out of the car, he looked forward and was stunned; I saw that in the fog and clouds, on the pale yellow road, there was a piece of silver-gray wild pigeons, all staring at it with a heavy heart, listening, and refusing to leave for a long time.

Xue An poignantly pulled out a bloody corpse from under the car with both hands.

This is a white wild pigeon, with a small strand of black hair on the top of its head, a wild pigeon as white as snow, a wisp of black hair on the top of its head, and its belly as white as snow is overflowing with blood, and it is red, and the blood "ticks" down, falling on the dark blue shawl skirt of the snow hermitage, and falling on the solid yellow earth.

"It's dead, and a little creature has left this world." Xue'an said sadly.

When Yuting saw such a scene, he also felt Qi Chu, a wild pigeon, it is a small creature after all!

"This is the arrangement of fate, the sky is foggy, sending away the flying life." Yuting comforted and helped up the snow hermitage.

With a small pigeon in her hands, she came to the side of the road, picked up a sharp stone, and dug a small pit. She found another little grass and spread it at the bottom of the pit.

"This is its tomb." After Xue An finished speaking, he put the little pigeon into the pit smoothly, and found a bunch of wild flowers, purple, yellow, pink, and white, and sprinkled them one after another, and then piled up a small mound.

"Xue'an, look." Yuting pointed behind her.

Xue An looked back and was stunned. I saw the little wild pigeon, Qi La turned sideways to this side, all with their heads held high, their eyes open, unblinking, and their maroon paws standing on the ground, looking like **.

When Xue'an saw it, she was even more moved, but she knelt on her knees and kowtowed three times on the small mound.

As soon as Xue'an turned around, the little wild pigeon was gone, and there were shallow claw marks on the pale yellow dirt road.

"It's strange, it's amazing." Xue An secretly shouted, walked to the side of the car, took one last look at the small mound, and then reluctantly got on the car and the rain pavilion also got into the car.

Xuean stepped on the accelerator and the car stood still.

She got out of the car and walked to the back, only to see that the rear of the car had been hit, the water tank was leaking, and the water was spilled all over the ground.

"Yuting, it's bad, the car was hit, and I can't go." Xue An said dejectedly.

Yuting listened, hurriedly got out of the car and ran to the back to take a look, and sure enough, it was so.

Yuting remembered that when they were burying the little pigeon, a large truck carrying coal passed by, probably hit by this behemoth.

"What to do? In this wilderness, there is no village in front of it, and there is no store in the back. Xue'an looked anxiously behind her, and there was no shadow of a car in the vast fog.

"Call on your phone." Yuting said.

You're really oversmart, where is the phone of the auto repair department, this tank needs electric welding. What's the use of you nerd, president? Xue An sat down on a mound beside the road in a huff.

Yuting said: "There is no endless road, maybe there will be a car to come and tow this car away." Yutei's eyes widened, looking back and forth. ”

An hour had passed without a car passing through the hermitage, and I felt a little cold, so I took out a jacket from the car and put it on.

Yuting took out two bottles of soda from the back of the car and handed one bottle to Xue'an.

Xuean said, "I don't drink this, I drink pure water." Yuting took out a bottle of purified water from the back box of the car, which was full of bread, canned food, drinks, mineral water, as well as rain gear, plastic sheeting, toilet paper, etc.

Xue'an took the pure water, unscrewed the plastic cover, and "Gu Dudu" fell on his back.

Yuting drinks Arctic Ocean soda, he loves to drink Arctic Ocean soda too much. I remember when I was a child, just in time for the three-year food crisis, there were a few times when I had persimmons with small high piles for breakfast, and he resolutely chose the Arctic Ocean soda. In the hot summer, there are vendors who eat, drink and sell tomatoes in the alley, and Xiaoyuting exchanges two bottles of Arctic Ocean soda for a small basket of tomatoes. He thinks that tomatoes were very cheap then, why are they so expensive now, of course, to tell the truth, rotten tomatoes account for half. Arctic Ocean soda disappeared for a while, until it reappeared a few years ago. He happily bought a bottle, unscrewed the cap, and drank it, the taste was wrong, it turned out to be a fake and shoddy product. For a period of time, there were many fakes, and some people jokingly said that even dichlorvos was fake. A girl fell out of love, bought a bottle of dichlorvos, drank it ruthlessly, miraculously survived, she naively thought, God will not destroy me! So I didn't want to die. After the crackdown, the Arctic Ocean soda is genuine, the sweet silk, the cool sister-instigation, and the fragrant taste are "reluctant" again.

Before leaving, Yuting bought a box and put it in the back of the car.

"Yuting, there's a car coming." Xue An shouted.

Yuting also heard the sound of the car horn, and he ran up desperately, only to see an Audi car speeding by.

"Stop, stop!" Yuting shouted.

The Audi sedan also seemed to drive over, and someone in the car muttered: "Find the coffin board money!" ”

Yuting heard this, jumped up and scolded: "You are only looking for coffin board money!" ”

Xue An heard this and giggled: "Now that they are all cremated, who will bury the coffin." ”

Yuting also smiled: "Then you dug a pit just now......"

Xue An listened, and was silent again, Xue An stood up and said to Yuting: "Maybe people saw that you were a man, so they ignored me and stood in the middle of the road to stop me, try." ”

The rain pavilion flashed to the side, and Xuean came to the middle of the road, looking back and forth.

A light rain began to drizzle, seeping into the soft soil, into the damp green crops, into the smoky farmhouses.

This is authentic spring rain, fresh and moisturizing.

A light rain fell on Xue'an's head and shoulders, slid down, and the wine drifted away, soaking her brown jacket and her dark blue bib pants.

Yuting took out a flower umbrella from the back box, quietly came to the back of Xue'an, opened the flower umbrella, pale yellow background, a fluttering red butterfly Yuting smelled the fragrance of flowers, as if it was emanating from Xue'an's body, the slightest rain, white fog, induced the fragrance of her body, drifting in the wind, dashing in the rain.

Yuting was a little drunk and a little hazy, his eyes were hazy, he carefully held the flower umbrella, and sucked desperately...... Another Huanghe truck came speeding in.

"Master, my car is broken, help ......" Xue'an's voice was like a wind chime in the countryside.

The master in the truck glanced at her, looked at the rain pavilion again, spit out the cigarette fart, and drove away.

Xue An turned around and found the rain pavilion and shouted, "Why are you here again?" ”

Like a child who has done something wrong, Yuting holds a flower umbrella and slowly retreats, retreats to the car, and hides behind the car.

After another bag of cigarettes.

The rain pavilion hears the sound of a tractor. Then an old farmer arrived in a tractor, which was full of men and women.

"Girl, don't freeze when you stand on a rainy day, are you hungry?" The old farmer stuffed a pastry into Xue'an's hand, and Xue'an asked, "Old uncle, is there an auto repair department in front?" ”

The old farmer replied, "Yes, yes, it's about 60 miles away." ”

The tractor drove away, and a strong smell of diesel fuel wafted through the space.

When it was dark, it was like a big black net, the glorious scenery of the sunset was gone, the spring peaks were gone, the road became quiet, and only the crickets were tirelessly chirping in the grass.

The humidity became heavier, Xue'an hid in the car, turned on the overhead light in the car, and the orange halo fell on her helpless face, Yuting took out bread, canned beef, and bananas from the back of the car and ate them with Xue'an.

Xue'an barely ate a banana.

Yuting opened the canned beef, scooped up a piece of cooked beef with a spoon and handed it to Xuean.

Xue'an said: "I haven't eaten meat for many years, and I usually eat some fresh vegetables. ”

Yuting said; "Then I'll go to the nearby fields and pluck some greens for you to eat."

Yuting said, opening the car door, sliding out of the car, and feeling into the nearby crop field.

The moon rose quietly in the cyan atmosphere, and the evening fog, flowing gently, rose to the treetops, like a veil, like clouds, like smoke, like a faint stream of air The moon passed through the clouds, and sprinkled the transparent light on the earth, everything was like paved with silver, and on the depression where there was autumn water, the shadow of the flickering moon was reflected.

The rain pavilion walked one foot deep and one foot shallow in the ground. Pearl-like dew falls quietly from the fat, tender green leaves of the aspen and from the carpet of lilac vines that climb on the old locust tree.

Yuting finally touched a field of radishes and dug out a big radish with a lot of water. Then he held it in his arms and touched the car back with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

Xue'an was overjoyed to see such a round and big water radish.

"It must be beautiful in my heart." Yuting said, using a fruit knife to cut the turnip.

Sure enough, it was a beautiful big radish in my heart, a lilac radish, mixed with light white stripes. Yutei peeled open a radish and handed it to Yukian.

Xue'an chews deliciously, with a subtle voice, chewing carefully, as if tasting a beautiful piece of small porcelain.

Yuting's heart is also very lively, in this warm spring night, the car that lives on the country road with Xue'an is really unique.

After eating the radish, Xue'an wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, smiled and said to Yuting: "I'll go for convenience, you are not allowed to peek." ”

Yuting smiled and said, "I dissected life, and I've seen anything." ”

Xue'an took out a wet towel from his handbag, then opened the car door, slid out of the car, came to the ditch on the right, and squatted down silently~ Yiyuting heard the sound of water gradually dripping, his heart trembled a little, his heartbeat accelerated, and a stream of blood surged up Xue'an stood up, and Yuting saw a white thing fleeting...... Xue'an got into the car, and her mood was much more cheerful, and she talked more.

Yuting said: "I wanted to engage in camping and sorting in the factory back then, and the team drove to the ravine of Sihai County, and the regiment commander gave an order, the men were left and the women were right, and in the dark night, there was a sound of rain, and there were bursts of thunder. ”

Xue'an raised her eyebrows and said: "I see that in the novel "The Record of the Escape to the West" you wrote, Cixi fled west to a crop field in Hebei, which is convenient, the concubines and palace maids are in a circle, and Cixi is surrounded by a piece of corn leaf in the center...... People are like this, go with the flow, and be at peace with what happens. I think that the natural spring of the human body pours into the land of Guangjiao, nourishes the earth, and nourishes the whole grain; Whole grains have raised countless people, and the cycle repeats itself to infinity, from low to high, and progresses, how interesting it is that people come and go naked, and let it ...... naturally."

As she spoke, she involuntarily turned on the music in the car.

It is Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny", the music is suddenly agitated, sometimes slow, echoing in this silent field.

Yuting munched on turnips and enjoyed the music with emotion: his life seemed to melt into this music, as if he had come to the verdant fields of Austria, and saw the pointed wooden houses, the golden river: he saw the shepherdess waving her whip and walking among the white flocks. The sky is blue and blue; The cloud, freedom.

In the distance, there is occasionally the sound of a famous pastoral flute...... Yuting actually swallowed both the radish skin and the rooka root into his stomach.

Xue An laughed and said, "Who took your soul away?" ”

Yuting's mind returned to reality.

Xue'an said; If a woman is a boat, she wants the man to be a slender man, pulling slowly and fast second.

What she values is the way men sweat and work hard for themselves. In addition, she would prefer to have as many boats as possible, and to see the expressions and shapes of her men who are trying their best to bow forward for her.

Yuting smiled: "It's like Yu Wenhua and that young man in "The Love of the Slender Man". If a man is just a boat, he always hangs the sail of his career high, and it is often the propeller and woman who hide behind the boat to make the boat move quickly. ”

Xue'an said: "I see that you are always full of vitality and hope for the future, and you are a man who lives in longing." What is hope? It's a terrible whore, no matter who she is, she hugs the same. When you sacrifice priceless treasures, she will throw you away! ”

Yuting turned off the lights in the car, and he said leisurely: Hope is a luxury that has to be paid, and only with wisdom and labor can hope become reality. As long as there is hope, there is motivation in life.

When you are in a difficult situation in life, when you suffer setbacks in your career, when you are besieged by enemies and betrayed and abandoned by your friends, as long as the flame of hope is not extinguished, you can find a way out of the predicament. I believe that the strongest light of a man's life does not come from his great success, but from the moment when he persists in the face of despair, from the moment when he stumbles to his feet from failure.

Xue'an said quietly: "This passage really has a bit of a manly taste, like the strong smell of tobacco on a man's body. ”

Yuting said: "Xue'an, I always feel that you have a kind of gloomy temperament. I think you have an abundant material life, and your husband doesn't care much about you, and your life is free, what worries do you have? ”

Xue An wants to say that her husband doesn't care about herself, which is where her sorrow lies. The husband wanders the world to make movies and TV series, and there are many opportunities to contact the outside world, and it is inevitable that many relationships will arise. I don't know how many beautiful and moving girls are serving him, and how many beautiful women dream of movies and their husbands ignore her, it may be a sign of guilt, or it may be because of another sweetheart, in short, the more tolerant her husband is, the more lonely she feels.

Yuting said: "Sorrow, in the final analysis, is the natural expression of man's nature of suffering from gains and losses. If you don't get it, you're worried that you won't get it. What I have already gained, I am afraid of losing it again, so it runs through my life. As the "Book of Songs" says: "The advantages and dangers of the heart, if you follow the tiger's tail and wade into the spring ice." If a person cannot be freed from the thread of sorrow, not only will he not be able to achieve great things, but he will also not be able to enjoy the true happiness of life, and it is better to carry another bucket of water than to regret the water that has been spilled. Life is less than 100, and I often have a thousand years of worries. There is nothing in the world, and mediocre people disturb themselves. Xue'an said: I understand these truths, I was sad, and my head was white: smile, ten years less. ”

Xue An leaned sideways and listened carefully.

Yuting thought that someone was coming, and looked in all directions vigilantly.

Xuean said: "I heard the sound of water, Yutei, you listen, I hope it's not an illusion." ”

Yuting tried to calm himself down, and he listened carefully.

Sure enough, it was the sound of water, and the water was smeared.

Xue'an said in surprise: "It may be a river, a big river, a big river that flows endlessly." ”

Yuting said: "Strange, why didn't you see it during the day?" ”

The two men got out of the car with their hands and hooves and felt towards the place where the water sounded.

Xue'an walked quite fast, and quickly left the rain pavilion behind.

After walking for less than three or four miles, walking up a high slope, Xue'an stood on the high slope and exclaimed, "Ah, what a big river! ”

The rain pavilion ran a few steps, but also ran up the high slope, only to see a big river with silver scales in front of me, flowing slowly, there was a dense shadow of trees on the opposite bank, under the bright moon, the reflection of the trees in the river. There is a stone bridge next to it.

Xue'an happily jumped off the embankment, and Yuting followed her down the embankment.

Xue'an said sincerely: "The water of this river is so cool, I want to go down to swim and wash off the filth on my body." Yuting Dao: This river seems to be quite deep, and it is dangerous to go down. Besides, the water is too cold. ”

Xue'an giggled: "You don't know yet, I am a winter swimming champion and once crossed Kunming Lake." Yuting, you turn your back on your face and don't peek. ”

Yuting obediently turned his back and forgot about the stone bridge. This stone bridge really has a history, trampled by vehicles, donkeys and horses, and a piece of gray rope.

"Yuting, alright." The snow hermitage has been plunged into the water, and the waves are flying.

Yuting saw her dress and shoes on the ground.

Snow hermitage is like a little white fish tossing and shuttling in the water.