Ono was right this time, Soros was going to take her from the group on the platform right now, so they could stay alone. They left the house and walked towards the seawall, the path was rough, sometimes she was pulled, sometimes she followed easily. They looked out over the North Sea, and in the distance, the last cruise ship from the Paracel Islands skimmed the surface of the sea like a balloon inviting to swim in the sky. The boat sails between the small black islands, gently cutting through the dark waves.

"I understand why you talk like your mother." He said, "She's very nice to you, I think." She has a rare intelligence. "My mother was perfect." "I talked to her about one of my plans, and she told me that it's up to you how long you both can live in China." "Up to you?" Ono Keori almost said it out loud. "Because it's coming to an end." "The end?" She asked. "Yes, it's going to end. This phase of the summer is coming to an end. Last week, Lewis's sister was gone, tomorrow Oedipus will be leaving, and next Tuesday, Russell and Malone will also leave. Perhaps, we'll have a better summer this summer, but the special fun here is coming to an end. I want it to die suddenly, not sadly and slowly emaciated. That's why I'm egging on Obama to host this gala. All I'm going to say is that we're going to Junlian, and I don't know if you'd like to go with us. "What did my mother say?" She seemed to think it was a good plan. She doesn't want to go herself, she wants you to go. "I haven't been to Yunlian since I grew up." Ono Keori said, "I'd love to go with you to Junlian." "That's great."

"As soon as you got to the beach, we became interested in you. That dynamism, which we believe is career-related, is especially true of Obama. This dynamism never exhausts itself for a person or a group. Her instincts told her that he was slowly shifting the conversation away from her and Obama, so she controlled her feelings and said in the same blunt tone, "I want to get to know all of you, especially you." I told you I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. She thinks it's the right way to do it. The vast space between heaven and earth had calmed his mind and dispelled the urge to bring her here, and he realized that it was too explicit a request, like trying to speak an unfamiliar line in an unrehearsed scene.

He's now trying to get her back to the house, which is a bit difficult. And he didn't want to lose her. When he played a joke with her lightly, she felt only a gust of wind blowing. "You don't know what you need. Can you ask your mother what you need? "She was hit in the spot. She touched him and felt his beige coat sleek. She seemed to be on her knees, and with that attitude she made a final effort. "I think you're the best I've ever met, except for my mother." "You have amorous talking eyes." With his laughter, they returned to the platform, where he handed her over to her mother......

Soon it was time to part, in the garden, the lantern still shone on the table where the meal had been served, and Obama stood in the doorway, his face radiant, and the night could not hide his elegant posture, saying goodbye to the guests one by one. For Ono, it seemed uncomfortable to drive away alone, leaving only Obama and Yoko Ono in this house. Also, she was curious to know what Mrs. Russell had seen upstairs.

It was a quiet night, and the night seemed to be suspended in a basket from a dimly lit planet. Ono Keori slept in a daze for two hours, then lay quietly on the bed, letting his thoughts wander in the moonlight. The night surrounds her, and the feelings are sultry. She quickly loses faith in the prospect, thinking that even if she would kiss it at the end, it will be as bland as the kiss in the movie. She rolled over leisurely in bed, and for the first time in her life, she had insomnia. She tried to think the same way her mother thought about the problem. In such cases, her acumen often transcends her experience, and she recalls the words of the past that have been heard.

Ono Keori grew up under the influence of the idea of hard work. Yoko Ono spent the money left to her by her second husband on her daughter's education, and when she reached the age of fifteen, her youth bloomed like a flower, and her hair was unusually beautiful, she urged her to go to Long Island and, without warning, forced her into the apartment of an American filmmaker who was vacationing there. When the filmmaker went to Los Angeles, they followed. In this way, Ono Keori passed the entrance exam. With the successes that followed and the relative stability of the future, Ono felt that she could hint at tonight's events frankly and tacitly.

"You're going to grow up to work, not just get married. Now you've got your first problem, a real one. Do it and treat what happened as if it were your experience. Hurt yourself or hurt him, no matter what happens, it can't hurt you. Ono has always been too lazy to use her brain, except for thinking about her mother's inexhaustible talent. A ray of dawn sent the sky into the tall floor-to-ceiling window, and she got up from her bed and walked barefoot to the steaming hotel platform outside, and a mysterious sound could be heard in the night sky. In the trees on the other side of the tennis court, a grumpy bird was singing monotonously and triumphantly, and it seemed that the bird had also lost sleep. Behind the hotel, there was a sound of footsteps along the circular driveway, and from the different rhythms it was audible walking on dirt roads, gravel roads, and concrete floors. Then he walked back again, and the footsteps disappeared. Looking over the inky sea, the dark shadow of a mountain stands in the distance.

She went back to her room, put on a light gown, put on a pair of sandals, and went outside again, walking along the long platform towards the door. She quickened her pace as she noticed that the other rooms were also facing the platform, snoring from inside. She saw a man sitting on the wide marble steps of the main entrance, and she stopped, recognizing it as Lewis Road, who was crying. Although he was silent, he cried very sadly, and his body trembled like a weeping woman. She couldn't help but think of a role she played last year. She stepped forward and touched him on the shoulder. He let out a slight cry, then recognized her.

"What's wrong?" Her gaze was calm and friendly, not the kind of spy-probing squint, "How can I help you?" "There's no one to help me. I know very well that I can only blame myself, it's always like this! "What's wrong, can you tell me?" He looked at her and thought for a moment. "Nope." He made up his mind, "When you're a little older, you'll understand what kind of pain people in love have to suffer." It was excruciating pain. Ruthlessness and youth are both stronger than love. I've been through it before, but never like this time, so suddenly, just when everything was going well. In the morning light, his face was rather ugly. She didn't make any movements, and there was no change in expression that betrayed her sudden disgust, but Lewis keenly felt the disgust, and he immediately changed the subject.

They walked down the steps and sat down on a bench on the side of the road that led to the beach. "So you don't know what's going on? That's no small deal, my dear. He was excited, determined to reveal the matter, "I've never seen anything happen so suddenly. He looked at her smugly, but she couldn't understand what he was saying. My dear. He said as he gently touched her thigh with his hand as he leaned over to her, as if to show that it wasn't just an irresponsible act of risk on the part of his hand, and that he was confident, "There's going to be a duel." "What? Who wants a duel? "I'll tell you from the beginning." He took a long breath, then continued, as if it had tarnished her reputation, and he did not want to take the opportunity to oppose her. "I don't know how it started, but at first, she said...... "Who?" "Nicole, it's Mrs. Russell." He lowered his voice, as if someone was eavesdropping under the chair, "Nicole and I are secretly in love, we are kissing in the garden, and at this time, her husband intervenes, and now, dear, there is a duel." It was seven o'clock this morning, two hours later. He sighed, suddenly remembering his own sadness. I wish it was me who fought the duel. I might as well be killed, I don't have anything left to live. He couldn't go any longer, and his body shook sadly.

At this time, Oedipus came out of the hotel with a distraught look. He looked out to the sky and saw them, and the sea was white above him. He was about to speak, but Ono shook his head admonishingly, and they moved to another bench on the side of the road in the distance. Ono Keiri was a little nervous when he saw Oedipus. "What are you doing so early?" He asked. "I just got up." She laughed, "Woke up the nightingale, right?" Oedipus hinted, and then repeated, "Probably to wake up the nightingale." Lewis said solemnly, "I only know what I have heard." Lewis got up and quickly walked away, and Oedipus sat down next to Ono Keori.

"Have you ever been murderous to him?" "Me?" Rather surprised, he asked, "What made him cry here early in the morning?" "Maybe he's sad." "Maybe." "What's the duel all about? Who wants a duel? Is the duel real? "It's silly, of course, but it seems to be true."

"You know what? Tonight, Nicole told her lover Lewis the secret she had discovered about Obama, she went upstairs to Obama's villa, and she was strongly impressed by what she had accidentally seen, and there was a family photo on the bedside table in his bedroom------ Obama with his father Washington, and his mother Wu Zetian! But the matter between Nicole and Lewis is much more important than they can realize. Of course, there is a sacrifice to be made. Sometimes they look a lot like the glorious characters of a ballet, and it's worth watching like a ballet, but it's a little more complicated, and you need to know the ins and outs. ”