He walked out and walked on the path opposite to the avenue.

Huang Siyao stared at his emaciated body, and the shadow walked away from her, the shape of a phantom in her eyes.

Unable to see him, her heart sank. She stood in the doorway, wrapped in a blanket, looking out at the damp silence.

But he came back, trotting all the way, with flowers in his hands. She was a little afraid of him and felt that he was not so much like a person. He was close to her, eyes fixed on hers, but she didn't understand his gaze.

He picked all kinds of wildflowers. He also put those wildflowers on various parts of Huang Siyao's body, like an excellent work of art.

"It's your most beautiful time!" "It's like a wedding, and you're the most beautiful bride," he said. ”

As he spoke, he was covered with all kinds of green leaves and tender grass, and those things were just like him, full of vitality.

"It's a law of nature that green leaves and red flowers go best," he said, "and we'll definitely be able to do the same." Maybe ......" He stretched out his arms and made a gesture and sneezed, and the sneeze shook the leaves off his nose and navel. Then he sneezed again.

"Maybe what?" She was waiting for him to continue.

He looked at her with a little surprise:

"Huh?"

"Maybe what? Then you want to say what you want to say. She insisted.

"Hey, what do I want to say?"

He forgot. His half-hearted words always let her down.

A golden sunset shines on the treetops.

"Sunshine!" He said, "You should go back." Time, my lady. Time! What is the one who has no wings but can fly, ma'am? Time! Time! ”

As he spoke, he reached for his shirt.

When he came out of his shirt, he said, "The most dangerous time for a man is when he drills into his shirt." He put the hood in his pocket. So I like shirts like I wear a coat. She still stood still, looking at him.

Li Guangfu looked at Huang Siyao again and said, "You're all over the place!" Who's going to put your long hair up next year? Who will put flowers on your body? Me, or someone else?

He sat down and put on his socks. And she still stood still. He put his hand on her leaning * and said, "What a petite sister! Maybe you'll meet a man in Singapore, I'm just a passerby, she's just as pathetic as I am! He pointed there.

"Don't talk about this!" She said, "You're just trying to break my heart." ”

He lowered his head when he heard this, his Mandarin was a little less standard, and said, "Bacheng'er, I mean that!" I've fallen into it, it's all your fault! Well, I'm not going to say anything, I'm not going to say anything more. But you've got to put on your clothes, it's time to go back to your mansion, how beautiful it is. It's not too early, put on your clothes, Mrs. Zhang! You're so casual!"

He plucked the leaves from her hair, kissed her damp hair and the flowers on her chest, and kissed her breasts, navel, and the ** with the flowers.

"It's time for them to leave," he said, "and it's all right!" You have to go, or Mrs. Zhang will make a mistake, and people will interrogate her: 'Where have you been, my beautiful maid?' ”

As soon as he spoke in tongues, she did not know what to say to him, so she dressed herself and prepared to return to her home on the farm in disgrace. Or rather, she felt that home was a bit of a place of shame.

He was to accompany her to the wide road. His chicks who had just come out of the nest were put in cages.

When they came out and got onto the road, they met Hirota staggering towards him, his face pale.

"Oh, Mrs. Zhang, we thought something had happened to you!"

"Nope! Nothing happened. ”

Botai stared at the man's face, his face was smooth, his complexion was refreshed, and his face was tender and sweet.

She saw his half-smiling and half-sarcastic look. He always laughed at the unfortunate one, but the way he looked at her was kind.

"Good evening, Bota! Your wife is fine, and now I can leave with peace of mind. Good night, ma'am! Good night, Hirota! ”

After saying that, he saluted, turned and left.

What is eternal in the world? It doesn't seem to be, but there do seem to be some. However, the eternal things are actually not very good things. And those things that are too good are always so short-lived. This is a problem that no God, no Buddha, can solve.

So, what can we mortals do? It's good to grasp the moment.