Along the way, the sky gradually darkened, and Yoko Ono curled up in the corner of the back seat of the car, silent, occasionally letting out a tearless and desperate sob. Li Riqing drove the car and thought about the changes that had just happened in a dull manner. As if something was wrong, Yoko Ono's last cry echoed through his conflicted and turbulent heart like a set of harmonies after the incident. He should be right! However, she now looked like a poor little pet, weak and depressed, humiliated beyond what she could bear. Her sleeves were torn and her umbrella was lost. He remembered that it was a new dress she had put on, and that she was proud of it in the morning, when they went out.

He began to wonder if anyone who knew them had witnessed the incident, and in his ears, her cry continued to linger: "If there is any trace of love for you left in me, I will all die before I leave this place!" This statement confused him and made him even more worried. She curled up to the side, as if the corner was the perfect fit for her, the proud Yoko Ono was gone, and it wasn't any Ono he knew.

He asked himself if what she said could come true, and he didn't believe she would stop loving him. There is no doubt about this, of course. However, the question is, if Yoko Ono loses her pride, her dependence, her innocent self-confidence and courage, is she still not the woman he wants? What makes this dazzling woman precious and fascinating is that she is able to be herself completely and successfully.

When they returned home, his heart was still depressed and struggling with what he had just done, and he couldn't help himself, and drinking became the only choice for Li Riqing. It was the worst he'd ever been drunk, so drunk that he didn't even know he was drunk. In the middle of the night, Yoko Ono, who couldn't close her eyes and fall asleep, walked through the hall of the house that seemed particularly quiet, and pushed open the door of Li Riqing's room. Earlier, he opened the window because he was suffocated, and the air was filled with the strong smell of Wuliangye. She stood beside his bed for a while, wearing a boyish long shirt that set off her slender and good-looking jade legs and delicate and elegant figure. Suddenly, she threw herself at him, cradling him half-asleep like a frenzy, her hot tears falling down his face. "Qing'er!" She cried excitedly, "Oh, my dearest one, you have no idea what you have done! ”……

The next day he went to her room early in the morning, knelt down at the bedside, and wept like a little boy as if his heart had been broken. "Last night." She said hoarsely, fingers running through her hair, "It seems that the part of me you love so much, the part that is worth knowing, all the pride and passion, is dead." I know that the rest of me will still love you, but I will never be the same again. She knows very well that this matter will gradually fade into oblivion with time, life is like this, it is rarely a head-on attack, but slowly consumed, time is the best medicine! After that morning, the matter has never been brought up again, and if there is a winner, it should belong to the darker force, dark matter, which is the final winner, not the two of them.

Yoko Ono's independent personality, like all her sincere and visceral qualities, is imperceptible at first. However, as soon as she noticed what Lai Ri Khan had discovered, it became almost a behavioral convention. From what she said, it can be boldly assumed that all her energy is devoted to vigorously affirming a negative energy law------ she doesn't have to care about anything! Everything is fake! "Don't care about anything or anyone!" She said, "Except myself, and my extension, and the day to celebrate you." All life follows this law, if not not, at least I think so. No one will do anything for me unless they are satisfied by it, so I rarely do anything for them. ”

As soon as Yoko Ono finished speaking, she let out a strange cry and fainted on the balcony floor. Li Riqing picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. She lay quietly, the warm sunlight creeping through the window, and the afterglow touched the roses on the pillars of the balcony. It didn't take long for her to wake up, "Riqing, I'm pregnant!" Didn't tell you before. The only thing I think about is love for you. She whimpered, "I value my body because you think it's beautiful, and I can't stand it when a body like mine starts to get ugly and curvy because of pregnancy." My ass will be widened and my face will be pale, my good looks will never be gone, and my hair will lose its shine. ”

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he paced and suddenly asked, "Are you sure it's going to be like this?" "I don't know anything. I hate pregnancy the most, whatever you want. I think we'll still have a baby in the future, but not now. "For God's sake, don't cry." Her sobs ceased, and she found calm solace in the darkness that filled the room. "Turn the lights on." She pleaded, "The days have been going by so fast lately, and when I was a child, I felt that time was longer." The light switch turned on, and suddenly, a soft blue-black curtain seemed to hang down from the window. Her paleness, her composure, evoked his sympathy.

"Hiyo, do you want us to have a baby?" "It doesn't make a difference to me, that is, I'm neutral, and if you're pregnant, I'm probably happy, and if you don't, there's nothing wrong with that." She looked at him contemptuously, disdainful in response. "Ono, do you think that with your shining dignity, you can be different from women all over the world?" "What can I do!" She shouted angrily, "It doesn't matter if it's dignified or undignified for them, it's an excuse to live, it's the only thing they're good at, but to me, it's an insult." Ono, no matter what you do, I will be by your side, but for God's sake, at least maintain a little grace. ”

"Don't lose your temper with me!" She whimpered. They exchanged wordless glances with each other, with no particular intentions, but full of pressure. Li Riqing took out a book from the bookshelf and sat down on a chair. About an hour later, she spoke out to break the heavy deadlock that had permeated the room. "Tomorrow I will drive out to visit Wu Zetian." "Well, I'm going to see Washington too." ……

"What have you been up to lately? Idle? Washington kindly asked Li Riqing, "I'm writing, don't you remember that I sent you my work on WeChat?" "Works? You've never sent me a work. "No, I have. We also talked about it. Washington shook his head mildly. No, you don't. You've never sent me any artwork. Maybe you thought you sent it, but I didn't receive it. "This, this...... You've read it, Washington. Li Riqing insisted, a little annoyed, "You read it, and you put forward a different opinion. ”

Washington suddenly remembered everything, but all he reacted was with his lips half-open, revealing his braces. "So you're writing." He quickly said, "Why don't you go around interviewing and writing about these people from the Three-Body Planet?" Write about the real stuff, write about what's happening, write about something that people can read. Li Riqing objected, "You must first have a way on 17K Novel Network and so on, so that they are willing to buy your work, I can't be a freelance writer and spend my own money to run around." "I can sponsor you." Washington unexpectedly proposed, "I'll make you an official writer, and whatever fiction website you want." Faced with this idea, Li Riqing cringed a little, and almost at the same time, he also began to consider its possibility. I need time to think about it," Lai Ri Khan said frankly, "you have been so good to me, I will go back and think about it and tell you my decision." ”

On the way home, Yoko Ono drove, and he was engrossed in thinking about it. In the past, thoughts had crossed his mind about himself in a more masculine, testing and brutal world, where he had to constantly wrestle with abstract ideas and war. There, Yoko Ono's embrace will be equated with the warmth that an intermittent mistress can provide. That's what all men who are controlled by a strong and beloved woman have thought about......

As he boarded the train to Malita at Central Station, the ghosts of the crowd of people he was unfamiliar with were gathering around him. The inside of the car is quite crowded; He had just found the last vacant seat that was large enough to fit in, and just a few minutes later, his gaze inadvertently touched the man next to him, and he saw a thick jaw and nose, curved cheeks, and small, well-pocketed eyes. For a moment, he recognized the man as Joseph Blocleman.

As soon as they arrived home on the front foot, Brother Hugh came to visit as soon as the back foot came. The two men chatted while drinking, and in Li Riqing's opinion, compared with last year, Brother Yixiu had added a lot of majesty, and his original passionate appearance was gone, and he seemed to have finally succeeded. In addition, his dress has also become appropriate, and the original slightly funny dress taste has now changed to a calm dark style, and even the nails are trimmed quite cleanly. This majesty is also manifested in his personality. The aura of the smart brother in him has disappeared, and he no longer deliberately welcomes others, which inevitably makes people imagine that financial freedom allows him to stand out from the crowd. No longer drawing on contacts and managing relationships, he now knows what silence is golden. In any case, these changes gave him majesty, not fatness, and in front of such a brother Hugh, Li Riqing's sense of superiority began to waver.

"Do you remember Keigo Higashino? You've seen it once. "I remember, he was writing a book." He sold the book to a film company to remake it, and there was a guy named Hemingway who was in charge of the script and worked with him. Then, he saw that most of the film reviews were written about Hemingway, and there was no mention of Keigo Higashino's name at all. He was furious! Readers will think that Hemingway conceived and developed the work independently. Brother Yixiu nodded in understanding.

"Most of these contracts state that the name of the original will go to the funder. Does Keigo Higashino continue to work now? "Yes, it's very diligently written, it's all short stories." "That's good, it's good......" "Riqing, I live alone, and the house I bought not long ago is about six kilometers away from your hot spring town." "Please come and see us sometime." Li Riqing was also surprised by his courtesy, "I believe that Yoko Ono will be very happy to see her old friend. Ask anyone in town who knows where our house is. ”