The Electora opened the door with a trembling hand. Before unlocking, there were several times when the key could not be plugged into the lock hole, all because her hands were shaking too violently.

The woman bent down with a smile in the back: "I said, you are a big man, why can't you find a keyhole?" No wonder I still can't please my wife. ”

After listening to the woman's words, Xuan's face turned red, and her hands trembled even more. Fortunately, it was facing the gate and the woman could not see it. This sentence has a distorted meaning for the Xuan Po. The choice of the wife is so old and unmarried, not because he can't find a daughter-in-law at all, there are deeper untold stories in it.

There was sweat on his forehead, and the key in his hand was like a living loach, and he didn't want to enter that hole.

The woman straightened up with her waist and said, "Do you want me to come into your house to rest?" Wouldn't it be better if you found the keyhole and screwed it in slowly? Look at you in a hurry! What's the hurry? ”

Her face was already hot, and she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and silently told herself not to think about the meaning of her words. Then he touched the hole in the lock with one hand, inserted the key with the other hand, and slowly twisted it. The lock is open.

He was about to push the door open, but it was already open. It turned out that the woman saw the lock open and pushed the door before him.

"It's pretty neat at home." The woman looked around and stroked her palm. In our dialect, "wide" means "the inside of the house is quite wide and comfortable".

"yes, yes. Hehe, if you live alone, can you not be lenient? He said as he went to pull the light. Although the room didn't look very dark due to the moonlight, this atmosphere made his heart beat irregularly and his breathing a little heavier. There are so many things in my mind that I am thinking about them. Xuan Po grabbed the rope of the switch and pulled it, but the light did not come on.

"Looks like there's another power outage tonight." Xuan Po spread her palms, trying her best to calm her tone, for fear that the woman would hear her mental activity from his words. "I'll go find two candles, wait a minute."

"No, I can barely see clearly. Let's get some rest early, I'm a little tired. The woman leaned on the door of the back room and poked her head out of the door. You're a very careful person, the quilts are folded like tofu blocks, and the home is clean. Unlike many men, housework is never a mess. ”

The chosen woman smiled innocently and moved to another room to look for candles.

"You drink?" The woman turned around and asked the mother-in-law.

"Huh?" Xuan Po stopped in the footsteps of the other room and looked at her in a daze, not understanding what she meant.

"That." The woman pointed to the house. Xuanpo walked back to her place and leaned over to look. She was referring to the wine jar under the table of the Eight Immortals, sitting there round and round, like an open-bellied Maitreya Buddha. The Maitreya Buddha looked at the two men and women who had returned late at night, just as he looked back when he walked out of the door a few days ago. In the same way, although Maitreya's smile was generous and kind, he sensed a faint danger.

This is an illusion, and Xuan Po shook her head vigorously to shake this unreasonable thinking out of her head.

"Oh. I sometimes drink a little at night. "Sometimes I can't sleep at night, so I drink a little casually, but I never get drunk." Xuan Po scratched the back of her head and remembered that there was a small white snake in the wine jar. He hasn't opened the can in the past few days, and the white snake has been soaked in the wine for so long, and he doesn't know if the wine tastes better. The village party secretary's house has a large glass wine bottle, and inside the transparent wine bottle is a dry snake. The wine in the bottle was dyed the color of snakeskin, and the village party secretary's face was faintly glowing like snakeskin after drinking, and he staggered on the slender and bumpy ridge to inspect the growth of rice. There were many times when he was helping out at the secretary's house, he wanted to borrow two sips, but he never had the opportunity. The more he drank, the more sorrowful he became, and he could not sleep well. He saw a note on some of the electric poles, which read: "The sky is panicking, the earth is panicking, there is a night crying man in my house." The passing gentleman thought about it and slept until dawn. He suddenly wanted to write some notes and stick them there for others to read for him.

He watched the secretary of the village party committee swaying like a fairy, and wondered if he could get rid of the entanglement of troubles by drinking the wine soaked in snakes? Is it possible to sleep until dawn?

"Can't sleep? Insomnia? The woman asked, her eyes twinkling slightly. Xuan Po thought to herself, no wonder people say that beautiful girls' eyes are bright. He could clearly see in her eyes the glittering stream under the moon. His mind suddenly flashed to the appearance of another girl, who also had such a pair of watery eyes. The girl was meant to be his wife.

Later, someone introduced him to someone, but he always looked at other people's eyes first, but he couldn't find a pair of eyes as bright as her.

How many nights, Xuan Po woke up in the middle of the night and recalled the pair of watery eyes in her dream. Lust burns the body, but loss fills every nerve. The walled house also melted into the night, and he sat at the bottom of a well. So, how many times, he got up from the bed, fumbled to open the cold wine jug, poured himself a bowl of wine, and brought it to the bed and slowly drank it all in one sip. When the wine bottomed out, the sky outside the window began to brighten.

"Hello?" The woman saw him standing there like a wooden carving and waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Huh?" He blinked, and immediately came to his senses.

"Where am I staying tonight?" The woman asked in a flat tone, a gentle glint in her eyes. But the more meaningless it is, the more it feels like it's intentionally hidden.

"You live ......" Xuan Po rubbed her hands, and there was no second half of the sentence.

"You can't let me live with you." The woman's tone was still very flat, and to the voter's voice, it sounded like a shy request, and like a hard refusal. The mind of the chosen woman wanders between the two, and cannot find a suitable place to stay.

In front of the girl who also had a pair of watery eyes, he was faced with the same dilemma. Because the family was poor and helpless, the girl's family did not approve of them being together and tried their best to obstruct them. But the girl didn't know whether she liked it out of pity or genuinely, and deliberately went against the will of her family and wanted to be with him. He was flattered, but he was inferior.

"You don't really want me to sleep with you, do you?" The woman asked again. Xuan Po still couldn't find out her true meaning from this sentence.

The problem is that there is only one bed in the house.

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