His mood at that time was as complicated and excited as when he opened the door to the woman just now, so that he couldn't find the lock hole with the trembling key.

The clenched fist suddenly softened like a balloon pricked by a needle, and fell on the girl's body like a puddle of mud, and her breath suddenly calmed down a lot.

The girl below bit her lip with her white teeth, and Xuanpo licked the salty taste on her lips. He propped his hands on the bent weeds, leaned over to look at the girl, and saw that the girl's expression was as if she had eaten coptis, annoyed and uncomfortable.

"I, I, I ......" he lifted a hand that was sore from holding on for too long, and with an embarrassed expression, he explained, "I was because I was too ......, too " He felt a muscle in his face twitch so hard that he couldn't hide his expression. It was also this twitching muscle that made him give up the courage to explain. His hand was in mid-air, and he couldn't let it go.

"Smack!" A loud slap shook the moon a little. In fact, the moon will not tremble because of this slap, it is the eyes of the Xuan Po that tremble, and the head of the Xuan Po that trembles.

The girl pushed hard with both hands, flipped the Xuan Po to the ground, got up and picked up her clothes, and ran away crying without buttoning her clothes. Under the quiet moonlight, she was left alone to sit in the weeds, leaving a **spicy feeling on her face. Xuan Po lowered her head and looked at the overgrown ground in a daze, silent as a plant. The plants still rustle when the evening breeze blows in the distance, and Xuan Po is even more silent than the plants.

I don't know how long he was silent like this, but the first rooster crowing in the village came from a faint place. Xuan Po looked up at the moon in the sky. The laurel tree at this time is clearer than at any other time.

Xuan Po thought, it is strange to say, according to the reason, the water flows low, but why did the tears not come out when he lowered his head, but when he looked up, his eyes were hazy with tears? At this point, his heart clenched as tightly as an earlier fist, clenching painfully. He thought, the laurel tree on the moon is himself, Wu Gang's axe has been cut on his heart again and again, and it hurts so much that it will take his life.

When there was only a morning star left in the sky, Xuan Po dragged up her soft legs for two days and walked in the direction of home.

It didn't take long for the girl to get married, and the groom naturally wouldn't be him. He stood at the head of the village and watched a red sedan chair pick up his beloved. Along the way, the gongs and drums were noisy, and everyone had a good-looking smile on their faces.

From then on, she fell in love with wine.

The girl who married another woman, every time she celebrated the New Year, she would come to Changshan to save her relatives. Xuan Po hid and hid, but it was inevitable to run into her. A village is only so big in a palm, you can't look down and see it. He found that the girl lacked a girl's grace and a woman's coquettishness; There is less innocence of a girl, and more meanness of a woman.

When she met head-on, she never looked at her mother-in-law. After walking over, there was a laugh covering his mouth from behind, and a sentence that seemed to be intentional and seemingly unintentional: "He can't do it!" He suddenly felt ten thousand arrows pierce his heart.

Time is the greatest magician, and as soon as time slips by in his fingers, this person has nothing to do with the original person, and he is like a stranger.

Sad people are often people who have not changed in time, and people who have been changed by time will not experience the feelings of these sad people. And no one knows who will be changed by time next. But time has been like a naughty child changing all kinds of magic, strange and vicissitudes.

The woman is a person who has forgotten time, and naturally she is also a person who is injured. He was still thinking about those watery eyes. Time has forgotten him, and he has forgotten time. Seven or eight years slipped away in silence, and his heart remained in place, in the quiet moonlight, in the barren meadows, in the dense woods. He didn't know, and he didn't want to know, that the moon would be missing and round, the grass would be yellow and green, and the leaves would fall and grow again.

The moon is no longer the moon it used to be, the meadow is no longer the original meadow, and the woods are no longer the woods they used to be. The moon, the meadows, and the woods in his memories can only be hung on the wall like yellowed photographs, hidden in photo albums. It couldn't be another night, it couldn't be in his life again.

However, he regarded the woman he met that night as another beginning, as a chance for God to make amends.

"How could I not?" Xuan Po shouted fiercely in her heart, "I can do it! I can do it! I'm going to prove that I'm okay, not what she thinks I am! ”

"What's wrong with you? The same as a wooden man? Seeing that Xuan Po did not move, the woman raised her hand and patted his demented face, her body still close to his chest. At this time, several crows chirped from the roof. Xuan Po woke up as if she had a long, tired dream. The roof tiles rattled, and it was supposed that the crow had spread its wings and flown somewhere else. The green tiles are like fish scales, stacked one by one, and they slide easily.

A small crack appears in the roof, which is the effect of crow pulling. The light from the outside shone through this small slit and hit the woman's face just right.

"Uh, you sleep here. I, I, I'll put two benches in the hall and sleep on them. Xuan Po squirmed and said carefully. He is a person who likes to encourage himself in a fantasy world, and once he realizes that he is in real life, he immediately weakens.

"Oh." When the woman heard Xuanpo's words, her sticky arm immediately loosened, and her tone and face showed a little disappointment and loneliness. Xuan Po's heart was also empty, not knowing if his words were right, and the word "oh" of the woman reverberated back and forth in his empty heart.

The woman no longer paid attention to him, as if she had changed into a different person, but she pretended to be excited and approached the bed, took the cold quilt corner, and said, "It's very clean, okay, I'll sleep on this bed tonight." Well, I'm going to get some good sleep. ”

Xuan Po was about to step forward to help lay out the quilt, but was gently pushed by the woman with one hand, although the strength was small, the meaning was clear - you go out. Xuan Po was stunned and reluctantly turned around and left. The woman then closed the door, and the door creaked and creaked, as if to say goodbye to the woman.

Just as the door was about to close, Xuan Po suddenly turned around and held the door that was closing with both hands.

"Hey." He said to the woman with a little hesitation.

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