He stood behind and watched her walk into the darkness, the horizon pale in front of him. Looking at her distant back, he felt bitter in his heart. When he wanted to be alone, it was she who made him mingle again. She made him sacrifice the bitter loneliness of a man who was determined to leave the world independent.

He turned and walked into the dark woods, and there was silence all around, the moon still in the sky. But he could feel the noise of the night, the occasional sound of high-speed trains passing by, the cacophony of vehicles coming and going on the main road.

Slowly, he climbed to the top of the bare mountain. From the top of the hill, he could look out over the whole countryside: the countryside was still very different, at least there were street lights everywhere, and the dim lights in the upper house surrounding the farm.

He walked into the forest again, dark but far from the hustle and bustle. But he knew that the retreat in the woods was illusory. A man can no longer be independent. This world is no longer ancient, and the existence of hermits in Zhongnan Mountain is not allowed. Now that he has this woman, he is putting himself in the shackles of pain and destruction. From his experience, he knows what that means.

It's not a woman's fault, it's not even love's fault, it's not love's fault. In this process, no one seems to be right, but no one is wrong either.

He thought of the woman with tenderness. Poor lonely child, she doesn't know how good she is. And, oh, how can the vulgar things around her be worthy of her! Poor man, she is as fragile as a wild hyacinth.

He was determined to protect her, even for a short time, anyway, the cold and unforgiving real world would destroy them both sooner or later. This society can't tolerate this kind of thing, and it's far from it.

He carried a gun on his back and led the dog home. He lives alone and loves this tranquility. His room was tidy but a bit shabby.

He picked up a book of Buddhist scriptures and read them, but he couldn't read them tonight. He sat in front of the light in his shirt, did not smoke, only had a jar of beer to accompany him, and only thought about Huang Siyao.

Let's be honest, he felt remorseful for not being at the beginning, maybe it was mainly for her. He had a hunch. He didn't think it was a matter of right and wrong, and he didn't have a troubled conscience. He knew that the so-called conscience was primarily a fear of society, or a fear of oneself. He was not afraid of himself, but he knew full well that he was afraid of society, and instinctively he knew that society was a vicious, half-mad beast that might devour him.

The woman! If only she could be with him, there would be no third person in the world! Thinking about it, his lust rose again, and the thing stirred like a living bird. At the same time, he felt a sense of depression, a fear that he and she would be exposed to secular society, and he felt a heavy heart. She, poor little woman, was nothing more than a young woman in his eyes. The difference is that he entered the body of this young woman, and he still has lust for her.

Driven by that peculiar desire, he stretched. He has been celibate for the past four years, cutting ties with both men and women. He stood up, picked up his coat, took his gun, and walked with the dog into the starry night. He loved this darkness and hid himself in it. The dark night was very much like the desire that was running high at the moment, and in any case, this desire was a kind of wealth.

~~~~~

Here, Huang Siyao was walking quickly through the woods towards her home, her mind was blank, and she didn't have time to reflect on what had just happened, she wanted to rush back to dinner on time.

She was a little annoyed to find the door locked, because then she would have to ring the doorbell to call the door. It was Hirota who opened the door.

"Oh, it's you, Mrs. Zhang! I was thinking you might get lost! She said a little funny, "Young Master Zhang hasn't asked you yet, he is receiving Lao Lin to talk about things." Looks like Lao Lin is going to have dinner here, don't you say, ma'am? ”

"Like." Huang Siyao said.

"Do you want to start a quarter of an hour late? You need to have time to change your clothes without hurrying. ”

"It's better to do that."

That old Lin is called Lin Liwei, who is the farm manager and is always in charge. He is much older than Zhang Haifei and comes from the northeast. He is not energetic enough, which makes Zhang Haifei not very satisfied. He couldn't keep up with the situation of the Internet, and the farm workers were not very convinced by him, and their trick was to grind foreign workers.

However, Huang Siyao likes Lao Lin, but she doesn't like his flattering wife, she didn't come today, which makes Huang Siyao happy.

Lao Lin stayed for dinner. Huang Siyao is a hostess that men particularly like, she is so humble, so attentive and attentive to guests, a pair of big eyes and a demure demeanor are enough to hide her heart.

Huang Siyao's skills in playing such a woman are perfect, and it has almost become her second nature, of course, it is definitely her "second" nature. But the strange thing is that when she plays such a role, she can be selflessly engaged.

She waited patiently until she could go upstairs and think about her own business. She's always waiting, as if she's going to die.

~~~~~

Back in her room, she was still confused and didn't know what to think. What kind of person is that person? Does he really like her? She didn't like it very much. But he has a good heart. There was something in him, some kind of warm, innocent kindness, that came strangely, suddenly, almost making her body bloom for him. But she felt that he could be so kind to any woman. Still, she felt strangely comforted. He was a passionate man, healthy and passionate. But he may not be very picky, he may treat any woman like her, he doesn't care much about who, she is just a woman in his mind.

Maybe that's better. In any case, he was kind to her as a woman, and no man had ever treated her like this before. Men are kind to her as a person, but they are a bit cruel to her as a woman, either looking down on her or ignoring her completely. To her as Mrs. Zhang, the men are simply polite, but not to her as a woman. And this man didn't care if she was Huang Siyao or Mrs. Zhang.

The next day she went to the woods again. It was a gloomy and silent afternoon, and all the trees were trying to sprout in silence. Today she could almost empathize with herself, feeling like those tall trees, with plenty of bodily fluids surging upwards and upwards from within, to the tips of the shoots, bursting into small flame-like leaves, which were a blood-bronze color. It's like a tidal wave, gushing up and going straight to the sky.

She came to the little clearing, but he wasn't there. She didn't think much of him coming. The chicks were running briskly all over the ground like little insects, and the mother yellow-haired chickens in the cage were cooing uneasily. Huang Siyao sat down and watched them run while waiting. She just waited, so she didn't even pay much attention to the chicks. She's waiting.

Time passed as slowly as a dream, but he didn't show up. She didn't expect him to come too much, because he never came here in the afternoon. She had to go home for refreshments, but she had to make up her mind to force herself to go.

"Yes, yes!" She said to herself, "I couldn't have imagined that it was him, I couldn't have thought of it." He was nice to me when he was a big kid, and Ted had just died. Yes, yes! If Clifford knows, see what he has to say! ”

Thinking of this, she looked at Clifford, who had fallen asleep, and tiptoed out of the room.