(How should the form and content of this intimacy be positioned?) How should the meaning of love, ethics, and morality be examined? ）

Seeing that the two of them were calm, Lao Zhang and Qunying's sister-in-law got on the boat and went back.

Chun Geng closed the door of the store and took a broom and ash hopper to clean the broken glass inside the counter, and he sensitively found a vinyl bag full of things. "Isn't this the bag Xiao Bingheng was carrying just now?" This thought flashed through Chungeng's mind, and he bent down to open it and looked, "Ah! He was so angry that he couldn't breathe. He lifted the bag, broke into the room, and threw it on the bed. A woman's coat; underwear; Cosmetics; Sprinkled a bed. He pressed Leng Qiongyan under him, slapped her puffed face, raised his hand and slapped left and right.

Leng Qiongyan was caught off guard and was beaten to the point of stardom. She burst into tears, "Why did you hit me?" You devil, you are so ruthless, you have the ability to beat me to death. I'm not alive anymore. She got up, as if she was going to fight with Chun Geng. But where is the opponent of spring ploughing! Chun Geng grabbed her two lotus arms with her left hand and held them down. In his right hand, he twisted up a pair of white underwear as thin as a cicada's wings and dangled it in front of Leng Qiongyan's eyes.

"What do you say this is? And where did you get so much play? Who gave it to you? Chun Geng said sharply: "You shameless person, you dare to make me a turtle!" ”

Leng Qiongyan was beaten, in addition to feeling angry and aggrieved, she was more surprised. remembered that Chun Geng had always been good to her before and after she got married, why was he so cruel to her today? The woman's underwear in Chungeng's hand and the words that Chungeng said in front of her gave her the answer, and it turned out that it was the bag of things that she had just picked up that caused the trouble. She began to calm down.

"You let go of me. You're crazy! I just picked it up at the door. Leng Qiongyan explained with difficulty.

"Picked up? There's something to pick up at the door so late, are you lucky enough or am I bad enough? The tone of the spring ploughing is colder than the autumn frost, "You are my three-year-old child!" Brother Xiao sent it to you, right? ”

"Brother Xiao, who do you mean?" Hearing Chungeng mention Brother Xiao, Leng Qiongyan was shocked and realized that her husband had already noticed it. But she didn't do anything unkind. As much as she wanted to do it, the truth is that it didn't work out. So, she didn't feel particularly empty.

"Xiao Bingheng! Didn't he give it to you? You're a fool to me, aren't you! Chungeng thought that Leng Qiongyan was still lying to herself at this time, so he directly said Xiao Bingheng's name.

"Don't spew blood! People aren't as shameless as you think. Leng Qiongyan said this, but she was thinking in her heart: "If Xiao Bingheng is really so shameless, how can I follow you Ren Chungeng?" ”

"You slut, stealing people and keeping your mouth shut." Spring Ploughing somehow came up with the idea of abusing her from her mind. He gagged Leng Qiongyan's mouth, and was almost crazy with excitement for a while.

Leng Qiongyan understood that Chun Geng wanted to rape her to vent her anger, but her small and delicate body was suppressed by Chun Geng, like a deer that was pounced on by a lion, and she couldn't move at all.

Chun Geng was full of anger, unscrupulously contradicted, and unconsciously, he felt that his whole person was like a golden pill refined in the gossip furnace of Taishang Laojun, the whole body was translucent, and the heat flashed. At this time, Leng Qiongyan, although she felt humiliated, she couldn't stop the barbaric ravages of spring ploughing. Her delicate body trembled like chaff, like a new flower that had been suddenly rained, and its petals were ruthlessly destroyed.

The eyes are full of fallen flowers, and there are remnants of flowers. She couldn't speak, as if she was hoping that Xiao Bingheng would stop Ren Chungeng in time, and she seemed to be afraid that Xiao Bingheng would show up at an inopportune time. She was astonished at her inferiority, and she didn't know what nobility was. She was thinking, woman! Or like the grass on the grassland waiting to be trampled and eager to bite, and the man is the wild horse that is untamed and galloping.

Hundred music is played in unison, and all five notes are complete. After the confluence of the two streams, Spring Ploughing put aside the initial investigation, and Leng Qiongyan suspended the initial explanation. The husband and wife each slept on one end, and were silent with each other, from deep thought to deep sleep.

The bed was full of clothes and a mess. The white beams of the fluorescent lamps shone through the messy scene, swaying uncontrollably treacherous.

How should the meaning of love, ethics, and morality be examined? Chun Geng and Qiong Yan didn't understand before they fell asleep; I don't understand in my sleep; When you wake up, you won't understand. It's because I don't understand that I want to figure it out. And people have to ask a clear curiosity and persistence in everything, which also derives right and wrong and entanglement. There are many things in life that pass in a moment of confusion. If you are too sober, you will not be able to get over it. It's a pity that most people are trying in every possible way to prove that they are sober, and the importance of being confused is ignored like this.

Besides, Xiao Bingheng is familiar with the road, and he came all the way to the "Charming Valley" to meet his Hu Xian. But when I got off the car at the top of the valley, I saw that the bag tied tightly at the back of the car was gone, and only a broken nylon rope was dragged behind the car. He remembered that when he was almost at the docks, he looked back and saw that he was still there. Should have fallen on a nearby road.

He followed the same path and searched for it, but he was not seen until the docks. There are few people walking on the mountain road so late, who will pick it up? He wanted to ask Leng Qiongyan to see if anyone had passed by her door. I also want to find out if she picked it up. He parked his motorcycle in front of his repair shop and walked to the door of the spring ploughing shop. Seeing that there was still light inside, he wanted to knock on the door, but hesitated again. How do you ask this? I am not married, and I don't have a public girlfriend, who did I buy this thing for? If Leng Qiongyan had seen the things inside, even if he gave it back, he wouldn't dare to admit that he had dropped it! He was in a daze, and there was a crackling sound in the shop, as if two husbands and wives were arguing. Later, I heard Chun Ploughing shouting, "Xiao Bingheng!" He thought that he had been discovered by Chun Geng, so his heart tightened, so he hurriedly left and rode back to the valley on a motorcycle.

"Alas!" Xiao Bingheng left, someone on the dock sighed softly, and then the sound of the boat going offshore; Then there is the sound of the oars plucking the water.

Who is coming to the pier so late? A dark shadow burst out of the corridor behind the wooden shed with such a question, and hurriedly disappeared into the vast night. Who is he?