When Oedipus finished speaking, Ono Keori asked thoughtfully, "Does Nicole know that the duel was fought because of her?" "Yes. It's a battle between two men, and all Russell needs is a heart-to-earth fight. Oedipus looked at his watch, "I'm going upstairs to see Lewis, Keori Ono, do you want to go?" He was lonely and helpless, dare I say he didn't sleep! Ono Keori imagined that this nervous and weak man might have stayed up all night in despair. She hesitated between sympathy and disgust for a moment, then agreed to go see him. With the energy of the early morning, she walked beside Oedipus and went upstairs briskly.

Lewis sat on the bed, his fighting spirit lost from drinking, and though he still had a bottle of red wine in his hand, he looked very weak, pale, and in a bad mood, and he had obviously been drinking. He looked blankly at Oedipus and Ono Keori and asked, "Is it time?" "No, there's still forty minutes." The table was covered with paper, and it was evident that he was struggling to write a long letter, the last few pages of which were written in large and sloppy words. In the dimming soft light, he wrote his name underneath the letter, then stuffed it into an envelope and handed it to Oedipus, "This is for my parents." Ono Keori saw Mulan's name written in the middle of the envelope, "Your mother is Mulan?" "yes." "And who is your father?" "The Hulk."

"You'd better go and rinse your head with cold water." Oedipus persuaded him. "You think I'd better go and take a headshot?" Lewis asked hesitantly, "I don't want to get too conscious." "Your face is too ugly, though."

Lewis obediently walked into the bathroom, "I made a mess of things. "I don't have any insurance, I've never thought about it." "Don't talk nonsense, you'll be back here for breakfast in forty minutes." Oedipus comforted.

Lewis returned to his room with wet hair, and he looked at her as if he had seen Keori Ono for the first time, and suddenly tears glistened in his eyes. "I can't finish my novels. That's why I'm sad. You don't like me. He said to her, "But there's nothing I can do." I was originally a Sven. He let out a muffled, frustrated voice and shook his head helplessly. I have done many wrong things in my life, many things, prostitution, drug abuse, gambling, betrayal, I have done them all. Perhaps wrong and right, sorrow and happiness, poverty and wealth constitute a person's life, cold and warm for a year, and hot and cold for a life! But I'm also a celebrity, because I published more than 300,000 words of my novel "The Seven Sons of the Dragon" on the 17K Novel website. He stopped talking and blew on a dying Marlboro cigarette.

"I like you." Ono said, "But I don't think you should go to a duel. "Yes, but that's the end of it. I got myself involved in something I shouldn't have been involved in. I have a very short temper. He stared at Oedipus, as if expecting him to disagree with the statement, and then, with a strange laugh, he raised the cigarette butt to his mouth, which had not the slightest spark, and his breath became rapid. The trouble is that the duel was proposed by me, and I wanted to learn from Pushkin. If Russell didn't speak again, I wouldn't have brought up a duel. Of course, even now, I can walk away or just ignore it and laugh it off. However, I felt that Nicole would never love me again. "Where, she'll be." Ono said, "She'll love you more." ”

"No, you don't know Nicole, she's going to be very powerful if she gets the upper hand over you. You should know what will happen after this. We both had some personal affairs, but nothing big of a deal happened, and yesterday she called me a coward. "Things are really troublesome, so Ono Qingli didn't talk anymore.

"Well, let's avoid causing harm as much as possible." Oedipus said that he opened a suitcase. "Take it. This is the pistol used in the Pushkin duel, which I collected and played with a few years ago, and you can get acquainted with it. Seeing this scene, Ono Qingli exclaimed. Lewis looked at the pistol with distraught. "Shall we go up and stand and shoot with our pistols?" He asked. "I don't know." Oedipus replied grimly, "I see, you can aim more accurately with a barreled gun." "What's the distance?" Lewis asked. "I asked about this. If one or the other must die in a duel, set the distance at nine meters. If he only suffers a little bit of flesh, it is eighteen meters away. If the duel was all about their honor, it would be thirty meters away. Russell agreed with me and set the distance at thirty meters! ”

"What? Thirty meters ......" Lewis looked stunned, and Oedipus laughed: "Do you want to swim in the water for a while to cheer up?" "No, no, I can't swim." He sighed, "I don't understand what all this is all about?" He said helplessly, "I don't understand why I'm going to duel." "It was the first time in his life that he had done such a thing. In fact, he is the kind of person for whom the world of the senses does not exist, and he is now confronted with a concrete fact that he has brought great shock to the world.

"We'd better go." Oedipus said he could see that Lewis was holding back. "Okay." He craned his neck, poured a sip of red wine, put the bottle in his pocket, and asked Oedipus with an almost ferocious look: "What would happen if I killed him?" Are they going to throw me in jail? "I'll help you escape." Lewis glanced at Ono Keiri, "I want both of you to be intact." She said, "I think it's stupid, and you should try to stop it." "The downstairs foyer was empty......

It was almost seven o'clock, and under the blue sky, the first fishing boats were crunching out of the harbor and heading for the dark green sea. There is a touch of red and yellow in the east, and it seems that it is another hot day. Outside the green tennis court, Ono didn't like his image as a spectator and didn't understand why he had come to watch a duel. Spielberg, who was hiding on the sidelines, whispered, "I also brought a movie camera, you see." She smiled helplessly. He was so terrible, if not just terrible, that he was simply dehumanized.

The client stood facing each other, Russell's trousers rolled up to his legs. His eyes were restless in the sun, but he gracefully brushed his pants with his palm. Lewis drank the red wine again, and looked indifferent, and he pouted and whistled, and stretched his long nose to look around indifferently, when Oedipus stepped forward with a towel in his hand. Ono Keori held his breath in pity, while clenching his teeth with hatred, and then heard: "Th

ee、Two、O

e！ Oedipus shouted at the top of his voice as he threw away the towel. Both shot at the same time, and Lewis shook his body but froze, neither hitting the other.

"Alright, that's enough!" Oedipus shouted. The duelist stepped forward, and everyone on the lookers looked at Russell with inquiring eyes, and Russell spread his hands: "I'm not satisfied. "Why don't you shake hands?" Spielberg proposed. "They have known each other for a long time." Ono Keiri said. Lewis returned the antique pistol to Oedipus, "I've had a shot!" He shouted to Oedipus, "I'm doing pretty well, aren't I?" I'm not a coward. "You're an alcoholic." Oedipus dumped him. "No, I'm not an alcoholic. Even if I drink a little wine, why is it any different? "Don't you know that all the people were drunk all the time during the war?" Oedipus glared at him viciously. Lewis suddenly turned away from the tennis court and into the bushes, where he vomited. His face was paler than it had been before the duel, but he swaggered along with Oedipus towards the Tesla Solar Sports Car in a rosy glow.

Russell lay on his back on the turf, gasping for air, as if he were the only victim in this duel, and Ono suddenly burst into hysterical laughter and kicked him incessantly with his sandal-clad foot. She kept kicking until he regained his breath. For her, the only thing that matters now is that she is about to be alone with him ------ Soros, who is worried about him, and Mrs. Soros has not come to watch the battle.

"I love you! I want you so much, let's go to Beihai City now. Soros whispered softly in her ear. For a moment, Ono couldn't hear his words clearly, but the tone was enough to convey everything, and the sheer secrecy of those words made her excited. "Soros, I want you too." "I'll be waiting for you at two o'clock at the left turn in front of the hotel." Ono stood there uncharacteristically until he faded away. She was even shocked at first, because judging by their relationship with each other, she had always regarded him as the kind of person who had no physical requirements, as the kind of person who had divine fellowship. At this moment, a torrent of emotion passed through her whole body, penetrating and hazy. She didn't understand whether she was glad or disgusted, but the only thing she understood was that she herself was deeply moved. Encountering this kind of thing is really heartwarming, especially if Soros is full of passion. "I love you!" It still haunts her. Her own desires told her that it was normal, and she didn't have the disgust she often felt when she starred in a love scene.

When she went shopping with Soros in town, she cared even more about the tryst than he did. She looked at him from a new perspective and gauged her attractiveness. Ms. Soros told her that she was the most attractive woman she had ever met, dignified, pious, faithful, and elusive, all in perfect harmony with her mother's middle-class mentality. Ono used his own money to buy Soros a set of clothes, a hat and two pairs of shoes......