This night, Bai Ling couldn't sleep, and sat on the edge of the bed to keep vigil for Niannian.

She opened the window, and the moonlight poured in.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered Yasunari Kawabata's "Sleeping Beauty".

The story is also about a flower kiln that secretly hosts old people who are old and no longer sexually capable.

While auditing an appreciation class at the Faculty of Letters, Bai Ling heard this story.

The young beauties lay unconscious on the bed after taking the pills, and when they woke up the next day, they had no idea what had happened to them the night before.

The story is absurd, but Yasunari Kawabata's writing is not inferior, but presents an eerie beauty.

This is one of Yasunari Kawabata's late works, and Bai Ling remembers that the teacher at the Faculty of Letters highlighted the author's psychological state at the time, and attributed the sickness and melancholy in this work to the author's own depression and decadence.

She remembers the class at that time, and the classmates laughed faintly. Compared with the so-called beauty in literature, the curiosity brought by this pathology is more exciting.

Bai Ling thought a lot about social issues such as the sexual needs of the elderly in her major class, and looking at the expressions of other students in the same classroom, she remembered the shame of sex and the more turbulent compensation that people sought in other matters because of sexual repression......

In short, she thought a lot, but she didn't think about the "Sleeping Beauty" in the story itself.

Perhaps it is because the symbolism of these beauties is so heavy that it makes people ignore their will as individuals;

Or maybe it's because from the author's point of view, they are too much like playthings for beauty, so that readers will sigh for the beauty of this young body and sigh for their situation......

But she only did not put herself into the perspective of these beauties, to reversely examine the "me" as a guest in the author's pen.

The beauties in the story are silent, both to their guests and to the readers outside the book.

But this is normal, no one would have expected such a fate to one day befall themselves or those who are close to them......

Bai Ling looked at the thoughts on the bed.

The child kicked off the quilt, and Bai Ling covered the horn again.

Nian Nian was only three years old, and he could almost reach Bai Ling's waist with his hand, and he weighed about thirty-four pounds in his arms, which was the cutest time.

And every time he thought that someone in the lake would do business with them, Bai Ling felt trembling all over.

She lowered her head, and suddenly remembered Xiao Man, if Xiao Man was still alive, he would be almost ten years old this year.

Bai Ling couldn't remember what Xiao Man looked like for a long time, but when she thought about it, she still felt her eyes hot.

At that time, she was still the medicine in the palace, her father and Bai Yi were still medical officers working in the Tai Hospital, and Fourteen was always guarding and accompanying her.

However, that night, she and Bai Yi still sent the guards who could not move in the Yinfeng Garden, and after fourteen twists and turns, they did not spare Xiaoman's life.

Lin Jieyu, who was throwing hairpins upstairs and deliberately luring people to take the bait, is dead.

And in the end, she said that it was just a red flower in the hundred flowers, which was destroyed in the treacherous clouds inside and outside the palace...... Lin Jieyu is not the only one who will be destroyed.

In this world, it seems that no one can guarantee that they will have the last laugh, and no one can be immune to it.

Bai Ling reached out and rubbed her eyes again, she felt like a voice in her heart was about to shout at the void for why and why, but she herself vaguely understood the answer.

The door suddenly opened slowly, and Bai Ling looked up to see Ai Songqing walking in lightly.

Seeing Bai Ling, she sighed and whispered, "...... You haven't slept yet. ”

"Can't sleep." Bai Ling replied in a low voice.

Ai Songqing raised his hand and waved at Bai Ling, signaling her to come over, Bai Ling got up, glanced at Niannian, and then followed Ai Songqing out of the door.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ling asked.

"I can't sleep either, so I'll come and see you," Ai Songqing said softly, "It's good to talk to you." ”

Bai Ling looked at her, "Don't you have to get up early tomorrow to go to the music place?" ”

Ai Songqing shook his head, "...... Tomorrow is off, and there is no need to go to the music square and the pear orchard. ”

Ai Songqing said, and lit the lamp in the living room with a fire fold, and the maid on duty outside saw the lamp and came over to take a look. The two took this opportunity to ask her to order two bowls of noodles.

The heat subsided at night, not as hot as during the day, and it was the time when it was comfortable, and Ai Songqing and Bai Ling both came out of the house, leaning against the railing of the corridor outside and looking into the distance.

At their feet, tonight's Lan Zihao is still brightly lit.

"Why can't you sleep?" Bai Ling asked.

Ai Songqing smiled and said softly, "I tell you, don't laugh at me." ”

Bai Ling looked at her and nodded.

"I was lying in bed before, thinking about what you said, Sister Li gave her own rice and noodles to the neighbors." Ai Songqing's gaze fell slightly, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, I also understand her." ”

Bai Ling did not speak.

Ai Songqing continued, "When I was a child, once my father wanted to go to Beijing with my uncle to report on work, and before leaving, he asked a few children in the family if there was anything they wanted, and several of our brothers and sisters thought about it for a long time.

"Ai Qian, some of the girls asked for clothes, some asked for jewelry, and I also asked for flower rope strings...... Ai Songqing raised his wrist, "It's the kind of rope that can be wrapped around the wrist." ”

"Hmm." Bai Ling nodded, "I saw it." ”

"The rope strings here in Pingjing are very cheap, and there are many patterns, if you really buy this with the same amount of money as you buy clothes and jewelry, you can probably pull a car back." Ai Songqing smiled with a deep smile, "So my father not only bought me a big box of flower rope strings, but also brought back a lot of beaded flowers and colored strings here, so that I could make them up and play by myself." ”

"That's good." Bai Ling said softly, "...... And then what? ”

Ai Songqing's voice was very soft, "They asked for clothes, jewelry, things to wear, to wear, after a long time, they are not fresh." Unlike my flower rope, I can change the pattern every day, and even if I don't like the same flower rope for a long time, I can dismantle it and make it again.

"So during that time, the things I wore on my head and hands were basically not the same."

“…… Well. Bai Ling nodded, already having a premonition of what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, Ai Songqing sighed, "As a result, the other sisters were angry with me, but they didn't tell me, they just stopped playing with me suddenly."

"Later, my brother was scolded for this incident, and the nurse who took me quickly divided my flower ropes and sent them to the sisters one by one, and the matter calmed down—but I never saw them wear them, and no one was polite or thanked me."

Ai Songqing's expression softened slightly, "It's been a long time, but I always remember it. ”

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