Just call it what you like. ”

"I'm not asking you, I'm a newcomer, and I don't know who's pretty. ”

"You mean pretty?"

"It's okay to be young. Young girls, there will be fewer mistakes in all aspects. Just don't nag in a nasty way. It doesn't matter if you're confused, just clean. I'll go to you when I want to talk. ”

"I'm not coming anymore. ”

"Nonsense. ”

"Really, not coming. Why are you here?"

"I want to be friends with you innocently, so that I don't ask you for pleasure. ”

"It's rare for someone like you to come by. ”

"If that happens, I probably won't want to see you again tomorrow. I won't be in the mood to talk to you anymore. I came to this village from the mountains, and I rarely felt intimate when I saw people. I don't ask you for pleasure, you know, I'm a tourist. ”

"Well, that's true. ”

"Yes, let's just talk about you, if I look for a woman you hate, you will feel unhappy when you see me in the future. If you chose for me, it would be better, wouldn't it?"

"I don't care!" she said vigorously. He turned his face and said, "That's just as well." ”

"If you spend the night with a woman, it will be a ruin. The relationship won't last. ”

"yes. That's exactly what happened. I was born in Minato, but this is a hot spring bath. "Most of the guests are tourists, though I am still a child, and I have heard from people of all shapes and sizes who like you very much and do not say anything to your face, which always makes you reluctant to leave." Even after separation, it's still like that. The other party sometimes thinks of you and writes to you, and most of them belong to this kind of person. ”

The Gothic woman got up from the windowsill and sat softly on the mat in front of the window. She looked like she was looking back on the distant past, and then she suddenly sat down next to Ah Hua.

The Gothic woman's voice was full of sincere feelings, which made Ah Hua feel a little guilty for deceiving her so easily.

However, he didn't mean to lie. In any case, this goth woman is always a good girl. Even if he wanted a woman, he would not ask for this Gothic woman. This kind of thing, he could easily put an end to it without doing any sin. She's too clean. At first sight, he distinguished this kind of thing from her.

Moreover, he had not yet decided where to escape the summer before he remembered whether to bring his family to this hot spring bath. Fortunately, she is a Gothic woman from a good family, and if she can come, she can be a good guide for her wife, and maybe she can learn some dance from her, so as to relieve her boredom. He did think about it that way. Although he felt a friendship with the Goth woman, he crossed the shallows of that friendship.

Of course, there may also be a mirror where Ah Hua watches the twilight. Not only did he avoid entangling with the unscrupulous woman in front of him, but perhaps more importantly, he had an unrealistic outlook, like seeing the face of a Goth woman reflected in the window of a car in the evening.

The same is true of his interest in Western dance. Growing up in downtown Nanjing, Ah Wah was familiar with Kabuki from an early age, and as a student, he preferred traditional dance and dance drama. He is stubborn by nature, and as long as he touches any of them, he must learn them thoroughly. Therefore, he dabbled extensively in ancient records, visited masters of various genres, and later became acquainted with new Nanjing dance talents, and even wrote research and review articles. Naturally, he was also strongly dissatisfied with the stagnation of traditional Nanjing dance and his new attempts at self-righteousness. A sense of eagerness prompted him to think that the situation was already like this, and that he had no other way but to devote himself to the actual movement. When he was attracted by the young Nanjing dancer, he suddenly switched to Western dance and did not go to see Nanjing dance at all. Instead, he collected books and pictures of Western dance, and even painstakingly procured things like posters and program lists from abroad. It's not just out of curiosity about the exotic and the unknown. Here, his newfound joy lies in the fact that he has not been able to see Westerners dance with his own eyes. The fact that Ah Hua has never seen Nanjing people dance Western dance is enough to prove this. There's nothing easier than relying on Western prints to write about Western dance. It's nonsense to describe a dance that you haven't seen. There is nothing more "on paper" than this. But it was a poem from heaven. Although it is called research, it is actually an arbitrary imagination, not admiring the dancer's lifelike physical dance art, but appreciating his own utopian dancing illusions, which are generated by Western words and pictures, as if longing for a love that has never been seen. Because he wrote articles about Western dance from time to time, he was barely a literati. Although he laughed at himself with this, he sometimes got a kind of spiritual comfort for him who had no career.

The reason why his talk about Nanjing dance helped her to get closer to him should be said to be because his knowledge played a role in reality after many years. Maybe Ah Hua unknowingly regarded her as a Western dance.

Therefore, he felt that this faint and sad conversation during his journey seemed to touch the wounds of her life, and he could not help but regret it, as if he had deceived her.

"If that's the case, I'll bring my family here next time, and I'll be able to play with you to my heart's content." ”

"Hmm. I've got a lot of understanding about that. The Gothic woman lowered her voice, smiled, and then said with a bit of geisha-like play, "I like that too, and it can last if it's plain." ”

"So you can call one for me. ”

"Now?"

"Hmm. ”

"It's amazing! How can you be embarrassed to speak in such broad daylight?"

"I don't want people to pick the rest. ”

"Look at what you say! Are you wrong, do you think this hot spring bath is a place for gold panning? Just look at the situation in the village, don't you understand?"

In a regretful and serious tone, the Gothic woman repeatedly emphasized that there were no women who did that kind of thing. Ah Hua was skeptical. The Gothic woman became serious, but she took a step back and said: It is up to the geisha themselves to do what they want, but they have to stay out without greeting the host in advance, and the geisha themselves have to be responsible. What the consequences are, the main family doesn't care. However, if you have taken care of the Lord's family beforehand, it is the responsibility of the Lord's family, and he has to take care of you for the rest of your life, which is the difference.

"What do you mean by responsibility?"

"That is, if you have a child, or if you break your body. ”

Ah Hua couldn't help but smile bitterly when he asked such a stupid question, and thought: Maybe there is really such a thing in this mountain village.

He was bored, and perhaps naturally wanted to look for protective colors, so he had an instinctive sensitivity to the customs and customs of each place on the way, and when he came down the mountain, he immediately appreciated a leisurely and quiet atmosphere from the very simple scenery of this countryside. I inquired in the inn, and sure enough, this is one of the most comfortable villages for polar life. It is said that a few years ago, before the railway, it was mainly a hot spring resort for farmers. The homes of geisha are adorned with faded curtains with the names of restaurants or red bean soup restaurants. When people see the old-fashioned sliding door blackened by soot, they must wonder if there are customers in such a place. Grocery stores or snack shops also mostly employ only one person, and these employers seem to be doing crop work in addition to running the shops. She was probably a girl from the master's family, an unlicensed Gothic woman, who occasionally came to the banquet to help out, and no geisha would pick her eye.

"So, how many are there?"

"You ask the geisha? about twelve or thirteen. ”

"Which is better?" said Ah Hua, standing up and ringing the bell.

"Let me go back, shall you?"

"You can't go back. ”

"I don't want to. As if trying to get rid of the humiliation, the Gothic woman said, "I'm going back." It doesn't matter, I don't care about that. Will be back in the future. ”

However, when she saw the maid, she sat down again as if nothing had happened. The maid asked several times who she was looking for, but she did not name anyone.

After a few moments, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old geisha walked in. As soon as Ah Hua saw her, the pleasure of missing women when he went down the mountain into the village quickly disappeared, and he suddenly felt unhappy. The geisha's two dark arms were thin and childish. People are honest. Ah Hua also tried not to show a disappointed look, and looked towards the geisha. In fact, it was the green mountains outside the window behind her that attracted him. He didn't even bother to speak. This Gothic woman is really like a geisha in a mountain village. She saw Ah Hua stiffen her face and didn't speak, so she stood up silently and walked out intentionally. This makes it even more disappointing. And so it took about an hour. He wondered, "What is the way to send the geisha away?" He suddenly remembered that a wire transfer had already been delivered, so he went out of the room with the geisha under the pretext of rushing to the post office on time.

However, when Ah Hua came to the door of the inn, he raised his eyes and looked at the back mountain that exuded a strong smell of young leaves, and was attracted by it, and then recklessly went up the mountain by himself.

What's so funny? He laughed alone.

At this time, he happened to feel tired, so he turned around and lifted the back of his yukata and ran down the hill with a puff of smoke. Two yellow butterflies flew from under his feet.

The butterflies fluttered, and suddenly flew higher than the mountains at the county border, and as the yellow gradually turned white, they flew farther and farther.

"What's wrong with you?" said the Gothic woman, standing in the shade of a cedar tree, "you are smiling so merrily." ”

"No. Ah Hua laughed again for no reason, "Don't!"

"Really?"

The Gothic woman suddenly turned around and walked slowly into the cedar bushes. He silently followed.

There is a shrine over there. The Gothic woman sat down on a flat rock next to a moss-covered stone poodle.

"It's the coolest here. Even dog days are breezy and breezy. ”

"Is that what all the geisha here look like?"

"It's pretty much the same. Among the middle-aged people, there is a very peugeot-looking one. She lowered her head and said coldly.

On her neck, there was a faint touch of dark green of the cedar forest.

Ah Hua looked up at the branches of the cedar tree.

"That's enough! It's strange that my stamina is exhausted all at once. ”

The cedar trees are so slim that they can't see the treetops if they don't hold their hands on the rocks behind them and lean back. Moreover, the trunk of the tree is straight, and the dark green leaves shade the sky, and the surroundings appear deep and quiet. The trunk of the tree that Ah Hua leaned on was the oldest of them. I don't know why, but the branches on the north side have withered to the top, and the bare branches are like stakes planted upside down on the trunk of a tree, and some of them look like weapons of fierce gods.

"Maybe I'm wrong. The first thing I saw when I came down from the mountain was that I thought that the geisha here were all beautiful. Ah Hua said with a smile.

Ah Hua thought that he had spent seven days in the mountains just to recover his health, but now he realized that it was actually because he had met such a beautiful and graceful Goth woman for the first time.

The Gothic woman stared intently at the river in the distance. It's very boring, and I feel a little awkward.

"Yo, I almost forgot, it's your cigarette. The Gothic woman said in as relaxed a tone as she could, "I turned back to my room, and saw that you were no longer there, and I was wondering what was going on, when I saw you climbing the mountain alone. I saw it through the window. It's funny. You forgot to bring a cigarette, I've got it. ”

So she took his cigarette out of her sleeve pocket and lit it for him.

"I'm so sorry for that kid. ”

"So what's there? When will she go, isn't it convenient for the guests?"

There are many rocks in the stream, and the murmuring sound of flowing water gives people a sweet and mellow feeling. From the cracks in the cedar trees, you can see that the folds on the opposite hill have become gloomy.

"Unless you find someone who is on par with you, or you will regret seeing you in the future. ”

"It's irrelevant to me. You're really capable. ”

The Goth woman sneered unhappily. However, there is already a very different emotion between the two of them than before they were called geisha.

Ah Hua understood that he had been looking for this goth woman from the beginning, but he was just beating around the bush as usual, and he couldn't help but hate himself. At the same time, I felt more and more that this Gothic woman was extraordinarily beautiful. From the moment she stood behind the cedar tree and called out to him, he felt how beautiful and beautiful this Gothic woman was.

Although the delicate and straight bridge of the nose is too thin, the small closed soft lips that are matched below are like beautiful leech links, smooth and flexible and flexible, and there is a feeling of movement when you are silent. If your lips are wrinkled, or if you don't have a good color, they will look unclean. Her lips were not like this, but moisturized and shiny. The two eyes, the tips of which are neither upturned nor drooping, seem to be deliberately straightened, and although they are somewhat amusing, they are appropriately set under the two short, dense eyebrows that are slightly bent. The round face with slightly shrugged cheekbones has a general contour, but the complexion seems to have a faint layer of rouge on the white ceramic. The muscles under the neck are not yet full. She wasn't a beauty, but she was cleaner than anyone else.

For a Gothic woman who had been with her for a drink, her breasts were a little erect.

"Look, I don't know when these gnats flew in. The Gothic woman shook the hem of her dress and stood up.

Staying in silence like this, the expressions of the two of them will become more uncomfortable, and even disappointing.

At ten o'clock that night, the Goth woman shouted Ahua's name from the hallway and entered his room with a thud. She slammed onto the table, drunkenly scratched at the contents with her hands, and grunted from the water.

According to her, this winter on the ski slopes, I met a group of men, they came here in the evening over the mountains and mountains, met each other, they invited her to the inn, and called the geisha, and had a party, and they got drunk.

She shook her head and monologged out on the edges.

"That's not good, I'd better go. They thought I was doing and were looking for me. I'll come back again. She staggered away.

About an hour later, there was another sound of messy footsteps on the corridor. It's like stumbling along the way.

"Mr. Ahua!" the Gothic woman screamed, "Ah, gone, Mr. Ahua!"

This is purely the pure heart of a Goth woman calling out to her man's voice. Ah Hua was unexpected. But her scream was undoubtedly resounding throughout the inn. Ah Hua was a little confused, and just as he wanted to stand up, the Gothic woman poked her finger into the paper sliding door, grabbed the lattice, and fell into Ah Hua's arms.

"Ah, you're there!"

The Gothic woman pestered him and sat down, snuggling up to him.

"I'm not drunk. Well, who's drunk? It's uncomfortable, I just feel uncomfortable. Your mind is clear. Ah, want to drink water. The bad thing is to drink it with whiskey. That thing got on the brain, and it had a terrible headache. Those people buy cheap wine, I don't know......"

She said this and that, and then kept rubbing her face with her palm.

The sound of rain outside suddenly became louder.

With a slight release of her hand, the Gothic woman went limp. He put his arms around her neck, her bun almost crushing his cheeks. He reached into her arms.

The Gothic woman did not accede to his request, and pressed her arms cross-legged against what he had asked for, as if on a latch. Maybe she couldn't get enough because she was drunk.

"What the hell is this! Fuck, fuck! I'm so tired, what is this thing!" she said, suddenly biting her elbow.

He was taken aback and quickly brushed her elbow away, only to see deep tooth marks on it.

However, she was already at his mercy. She just scribbled herself. said that he wanted to write the name of the person he liked, so he wrote the names of twenty or thirty theater actors and movie actors in a row, and then wrote the word "Ah Hua" countless times in a row. The rare plump thing in Ah Hua's palm gradually warmed up.

"Ah, relieved. I'm relieved. He said gently, even with a sense of motherhood.

The Gothic woman suddenly felt uncomfortable, struggled desperately to her feet, and fell to the other corner of the room.

"No, no. I'm going back, I'm going back!"

"It's raining heavily. ”

"Go back barefoot, crawl and go back!"

"Danger! You have to go back, and I will see you off. ”

The inn is on a small hill with a steep slope.

"Loosen your belt and lie down for a while, okay?"

"That's not good, that's it, I'm used to it. She sat up upright, holding her chest out, only to feel panicked. Pushing open the window sash, I wanted to vomit but couldn't. She wanted to twist and roll a few times, but she gritted her teeth and held back. This went on for a while. Sometimes I cheered up and shouted to go back. Before I knew it, it was past two o'clock in the evening.

"You sleep. Hey, I'll put you to sleep. ”

"And what do you do?"

"I'll leave when I'm sober, and I'll have to go back before dawn. The Gothic woman walked over on her knees and grabbed Ah Hua: "Leave me alone, let you sleep." ”

Ah Hua got into the bed, and the Gothic woman lay on the table and drank a few sips of water.

"Get up. Oh, I'm going to wake you up. ”

"What the hell do you want me to do?"

"Let's lie down. ”

"What are you talking about!"

Ah Hua got up and dragged the Gothic woman over.

So, the Gothic woman, who was dodging her face from side to side, stretched out her lips.

After that, she confided her distress in a dream:

"No, no, didn't you say you only make friends?"

She didn't know how many times she repeated it.

Ah Hua was touched by her sincere voice. He tightened his brows, cried and mourned, and suppressed his strong impulse, which already felt boring. He even wondered if he would keep the promise he had made to her.

"I have nothing to regret. There's nothing to be sorry for. But I'm not that kind of woman, not that kind of woman! Didn't you say it yourself must not last?"

She was so drunk that she was almost insensitive.

"You can't blame me for being bad. It's you. You lose. It's you cowardice, not me. ”

She said that she leaked her mouth, and in order to get rid of the love in her heart, she quickly bit the sleeve of her shirt.

She seemed to have lost her soul, and was silent for a long time, and then suddenly she said in a shrill voice as if she remembered it again:

"You're laughing. You're laughing at me, aren't you?"

"I'm not smiling. ”

"You're snickering at me. If you don't laugh now, you will laugh in the future. The Gothic woman knelt down as she spoke, sobbing and crying.

However, she quickly stopped sobbing, clung to him, and spoke softly and kindly about her own life. She seemed to have completely forgotten the pain of being drunk, and did not say a word about what had just happened.

"Ouch, I just talk and forget all the time. This time a red tide flew up her face and she smiled slightly.

"Gotta get back before dawn," she said. ”

"It's still dark. People in the neighborhood wake up early. As she spoke, she stood up several times and pushed open the window sash to look.

"There are no pedestrians in sight. It rained this morning, and no one was on the ground. ”

The rooftops of the mountains and foothills on the opposite side emerged in the rain, and the Gothic women could not bear to leave. But she still combed her hair before the people at the inn got up, for fear that Ah Hua would be found when she arrived at the gate, so she ran away alone in a panic. And Ah Hua also returned to Tokyo on the same day.

"You said that at the time, but you didn't mean it after all, otherwise who would have come to such a cold place at the end of the year? ”

The Gothic woman raised her head sharply. The red tide that flew from her eyelids and cheekbones that were pressed against Ah Hua's palms pierced through the thick *. It's reminiscent of the chill of a polar night, but her thick black hair brings a warm current.

A charming smile crossed her face. Maybe then she remembered "that time"? It seemed as if Ah Hua's words had gradually soaked her body red. The Gothic woman bowed her head in annoyance, and the back collar of her kimono was open, and she could see that her back had also become red, as if she was naked with a water spirit. Maybe it's the color of the hair that makes people feel this way. The forehead hair is not very fine, and the hair is as thick as a man's hair, and there is not a single hair, and it shines like a black metal mine—