Is it thirty-four, or thirty-five?

On Xiaoxiao's birthday, Wen Qinghuan, who was far away in a foreign country, sent a text message to congratulate her on her growth, and Wen Qinghuan said that she was one year older. Looking at the unfamiliar phone number and familiar signature on the mobile phone, she felt a slight vibration between her fingers, she never thought that Wen Qinghuan still remembered her, let alone that Wen Qinghuan could also feel the change in her face thousands of miles away from her. A feeling of unprecedented emotion suddenly surged in the bottom of my heart. It seemed that Wen Qinghuan was standing in front of her. Wen Qinghuan's eyes were dark brown and his gaze was warm, and he looked directly at her, and she saw her perfect image in his eyes. This thought has been lingering in Little's mind, and this thought prompts Rare to put off all dates, and she plans to spend a wonderful night with Moon Qinghuan under the hot gaze of Wen Qinghuan.

I asked for a pot of coffee (I forgot that Wen Qinghuan doesn't drink coffee). In the ambiguous candlelight, Wen Qinghuan's slightly dark eyes could be vaguely seen, and he felt hot all over his body under Wen Qinghuan's gaze, and his cheeks were crimson, just like a girl indulging in love. Wen Qinghuan's image became clearer and clearer in the candlelight, and he could almost feel that Wen Qinghuan was looking at himself enthusiastically, like a lit neon lamp that suddenly shone brightly, and in an instant it kept flickering in the dark, and his face bloomed with a strange brilliance that he had never had before in the flashing neon. Xiao Xiao began to recall her rejection of Wen Qinghuan again and again, this infatuated man never seemed to give up his love for Xiao Xiao, he always said that Xiao Xiao had a fragrance of narcissus on his body (the legendary fragrance on Xiao Xiao's body, no one else has ever smelled). He believed that few were the daffodils that God had given him. Every rejection of Wen Qinghuan seems to be more firm Wen Qinghuan's feelings for Xiaoxiao, or it can be said that Wen Qinghuan's strong love for Xiaoxiao is formed in the rejection again and again. But Wen Qinghuan finally chose to leave, and didn't tell anyone on the day he left. Xiaoxiao just knew that Wen Qinghuan was gone, and he was relieved.

The history of few rejections of Wen Qinghuan stung her like a spike. Since Wen Qinghuan left, there was only one noble sculpture, and suddenly lost its luster. Those men who pursued few at the same time as Wen Qinghuan flew away like flies with Wen Qinghuan's departure. Since then, it has been like a lonely wall in front of everyone, no one to conquer or overcome. Bursts of slight acid spread rapidly along the blood vessels to every corner of Xiaoxiao's body, and Xiaoxiao attributed all her misfortunes to Wen Qinghuan's departure, and Xiaoxiao gradually aged with full hatred for Wen Qinghuan.

Rarely once walked through the grass at dusk when he was startled by two women walking towards him. You can tell by their appearance that they have the blood of the same ancestor in their bodies, or you can guess that the older one is the mother of the younger. The elderly's body was severely deformed, his chest hung like two unfilled water bladders from his waist, his legs swelled, and his fat shook intermittently with the rhythm of his body. The body of the young man is already showing signs of the elderly, with a wide waist and thin legs, like a giant rolling pin that has been soaked for too long. She felt her teeth begin to turn yellow, her skin was no longer smooth, her face was wrinkled, her clothes could no longer stop her lower abdomen from sagging, her belly was expanding like a balloon. Fear grew in Few's body, almost crushing Few.

Wen Qinghuan's text message made Xiaoxiao feel that she was still young, she seemed to have returned to her youth, she was still the young woman full of infinite charm. Suddenly, there was such a strong longing for Wen Qinghuan, and the longing became stronger and stronger, more and more irresistible. Wen Qinghuan's outline, Wen Qinghuan's deep eyes captured Xiaoxiao's thoughts like a ghost, and Xiaoxiao became more and more excited and happy. She couldn't help but call Wen Qinghuan, she couldn't bear this huge happiness. The few hands touched those hot buttons, she looked at the phone display of the call she was making and trembled with excitement, she heard the thick baritone voice on the other end of the phone and panicked, she seemed to suddenly lose her voice, and she couldn't squeeze out a single sound in her throat. She quickly pressed the hang-up button in a panic, and was afraid that Wen Qinghuan would call, so she hurriedly turned off the phone. She couldn't accept that she was so out of shape because of the longing for a man she had rejected many times.

He took a big sip of coffee in a hurry, as if he wanted to swallow his gaffe together. The coffee suddenly choked in Few's throat, and Fewny screamed in discomfort, and then began to vomit incessantly. She vomited incessantly, and the dark liquid flowed mercilessly outward along the corners of her mouth, leaving a large strange stain on her pale white clothes. Rarely still vomiting. Rarely vomited while recalling his pain, the long-accumulated grief erupted instantly, and Rare fell into everyone's puzzled eyes like an aggrieved child.

Suddenly there was a high-pitched, old woman's laughter from the table. Singly stubbornly believing that the laughter was directed at her, Little, angry at hearing such an old laugh, she couldn't stand the ridicule of a woman with an old laugh. Scarce roared away like an angry lion. The old laughter lingered like a mosquito, and the old laughter kept drifting around the ears. Running wildly all the way. A few wanted to run away from the old laughter that terrified her. Xiaoxiao ran all the way like this, but the old laughter always haunted Xiaoxiao, and the voice became louder and clearer. Few felt exhausted.

Scarce stopped running, and Scarce felt like a withered tree. She caressed her skin tiredly, she felt them uneven, she saw the furrows on her face through the bright glass window, she felt her rapid aging in the eyes of others, she knew that she was no longer young, she knew that she was old, she was ugly.

Liao Liao came to a hairdresser that he had been there many years ago. She remembered that day many years ago. But the barber's enthusiastic call pulls her back to reality. It's you! It's me. Come, please sit here. With all the preparations in place, the barber's slender fingers roamed over the soft, smooth hair.

The barber kept asking, are you sure you want to cut it?

He replied, Yes.

The hair flutters quickly in the air with the movement of the scissors, and then slowly descends under the drag of the air. Scarce was stunned by the sight created by the obsolete part of his body. It seems that the cut hair itself slows down the falling speed as much as possible, and the black strands of hair float slowly, and you can almost hear their thin wails, so beautiful, so sad. Like a dance that is about to come to an end, it always seems long and sad at the end. A few were jealous and wanted to stop the mage. She couldn't stand the fact that "what she abandoned" could be so charming. "Abandoned by her" can only look up to her with a begging gesture, but at this moment, "abandoned by her" surpasses the beauty she has given, and "abandoned by her" is even more beautiful because of leaving her. Suddenly, few noticed the presence of slender fingers. Against the background of the black hair, the slender fingers look extremely white. Slender fingers danced rapidly in a tuft of black hair, and few realized that the beauty of "abandoned by her" was given by slender fingers, and in the space where the slender fingers were removed, "abandoned by her" was just a pile of waste abandoned by her. This discovery made few extremely excited. She was enjoying the shine of her slender fingers, her head being gently caressed by her slender fingers, and she was enchanted by the beauty created by the contact of her slender fingers with her hair. She saw this as a prelude to love, and only great love has the power to create beauty, and she seemed to have forgotten that the reason why her slender fingers caressed her was simply because of work.

Slender fingers untie the apron around the neck to prevent broken hair from falling into the inner layer of the jacket, and skillfully shake the apron in the air, and the broken hair slides rhythmically with the shaking of the apron. The apron was purple-red, and the apron was thrown in the corner by slender fingers at random, like a withered violet, lonely and sad.

Slender fingers roamed back and forth on the little face, to wipe away the broken hair that stuck to her face, but the broken hair was so stubborn, it clinged to her strongly, and the slender fingers increased the force, and the broken hair still sticked. Touched by the sight, she regarded the act of her slender fingers wiping away the broken hair stuck to her face as a stroke of love, and the barber could ignore the shredded hair, and the barber's task was completed from the moment the apron was untied. And the barber continued. She understood the shredded hair sticking to her face as a deliberate attachment of the slender fingers to her face, so that the slender fingers would have a reason to caress her. The caress of the slender fingers is sometimes heavy and sometimes light, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, like a love confession made up with the sense of touch.

We know that a woman's appearance always presents a change of "aging-youth-aging-youth...... in front of several mirrors, and women will see different selves in front of different mirrors. We usually stand in a distant corner and watch the different emotional changes that women have in the face of their sometimes aging and sometimes youthful faces. Because a woman's excessive attention to her own appearance is always laughable. And now, standing in the same corner, we see a woman named Few, who is standing in front of a mirror where she can see her youthful face, and she is seriously examining herself from the big mirror.

The little youth was pulled back by slender fingers. In the process of her youth being pulled back, she falls in love with the person who pulls her youth back. Wen Qinghuan was completely forgotten, this was the motivation for the decision to regain his youth, and after his youth was recovered, he disappeared in a few memories, like a meteor crossing the sky, leaving no trace.

It was a very small house, and the only light source in the room came from a small skylight, the glass of the skylight was covered with colorful cellophane, and the sunlight was very difficult to reflect through the heavy cellophane, the light was very dim, and there was no light. The barber sat on the cot in the room, letting the dim light dye him in a rainbow of colors. On the opposite side of the bed lay a large dressing table, on which stood a large mirror, in which a few white cheeks were reflected. Sparsely removed the hairpin from her hair, and the black hair that had broken free from the shackles of the hairpin was scattered on her shoulders, and she was like a convicted criminal waiting for the barber to carry out the execution.

The barber's hand moved swiftly over her head, the sun's rays refracted by the scissors flickering ghostly in the mirror, and the clatter of hair cutting took over every corner of the cabin. She saw a new look of herself a few minutes later. She felt younger, more beautiful, and more attractive.

She gratitatively took her slender fingers and kissed him, the hands, the hands that gave her youth. She rubbed her slender fingers against her face, and she screamed frantically in that narrow space, "What a pair of magical hands! What a pair of amazing hands! She saw a cloud in the dark dark eyes of the barber, the owner of the slender fingers; She moved her slender fingers to her neck, her shoulders, her arms, her flat abdomen, and finally between her toes. She felt her whole body glow as if it had been plated with a layer of gold.

Slender fingers surged over her body, and the barber's lips landed on her face and neck. All of this made her feel incredibly excited. You are Wen Qinghuan, this thought stimulated her fiercely, and she screamed excitedly.

You can imagine how gentle and warm the sound of insects chewing young leaves fills the quiet air after the rain. And now, in a cramped, dimly lit hut, the sound of insects chewing was replaced by a thin grinding sound, the sound of two hands rubbing. The barber and Few, sitting side by side in this silent space, squeezed the barber's slender fingers in her hand, and she saw through the faint light that the slender fingers were stained with blood. Fewness felt as if a fire was burning in his hand, and quickly spread to every cell in his body, and Few's body was burned red. The barber seemed to be asleep, and you could hear him breathing evenly, as if he were crying, which made Rare feel sad, as if she had seduced him.

Tempt. Usually we use this term for the immoral aggression of men against women, especially the abuse of ignorant girls by adult men. At this point, the word came to mind. The word reminded her of the obscene scenes in the film, where she saw a face glowing green by the light, a face that was hideous under the cameraman's processing, and this face kept pressing towards her, wanting to coincide with her face. Fewly felt that she did have such a frightening countenance, and she remembered the confusion in the barber's eyes as she screamed, the face betrayed her when she met him, it slipped out like a child's mischief in the moment when she loved him most completely, it stood between her and him, it frightened him, it frightened her. Scarce couldn't stop thinking about the face, and she felt like a prostitute possessing him in his reluctant moments. The more she told herself to stop fantasizing immediately, the more she couldn't stop fantasizing. Fewness felt angry, and Few, in anger began to cry sadly. She kept crying, tears streaming down her face. She didn't allow herself to cry, which made her even more painful. The barber seems to continue to sleep.

"What's wrong with you?" The barber was still awakened by her intense convulsions.

"Why are you crying?" The barber looked at her in surprise.

She was still crying.

"Oh, my child!" The barber put his arm around her: "It hurts, doesn't it?" ”

She was tired of being in his warm arms, and she said yes.

The barber slept again, his hands on her face, his body pressed against hers.

My grandmother was like a loaded machine gun, and at the slightest pull of the trigger, sharp and caustic curses would come out like bullets. Standing outside the door, she heard the bullets angrily fired into the attic, only to be stopped by an iron door. She was afraid of her grandmother's eagle-like eyes, and her father was afraid of her. She imagined that her father was hiding from Eagle Eye on the other side of the door, and that he must be hiding in the attic. In this less than 100-square-meter house, the attic was the only forbidden place for my grandmother to trespass (my grandmother had dragged my father off the toilet in a fit of rage), and my grandmother said that the attic was full of ghosts, and that my grandmother was as afraid of the attic as my father was of her eyes. My father seemed to be a mute fetus, and he had never heard him say a complete sentence for as long as he could remember, and he always kept his voice in his throat deep and slurred. His grandmother hated his father for being a mute child, and his mother-in-law's silence often made his mother-in-law furious. Xiaoxiao grew up amid her grandmother's constant cursing and her father's constant silence.

Standing outside the door, her grandmother's eagle eye could see through everything, and she was afraid that the fact that she was no longer a virgin would be seen through by her grandmother. She has no mother, and she lives with her grandmother and father. When she was very young, her grandmother told a woman to know how to love herself and to be self-conscious before marriage. So you can imagine my grandmother's outburst when she found out. She took her grandmother's dogma to heart, and she adhered to her grandmother's dogma as if she were following the law. But she finally succumbed to the temptation of her heart, and this winter she said goodbye to the dogma she had held on to for years.

I smelled a familiar and unfamiliar body fragrance all over my body, which was the strong smell of cologne on the barber's body. The fragrance lingered on her for a long time, and the fragrance seemed to penetrate her flesh through her skin, and the fragrance followed her and clinged to her. There are also kiss marks left by the barber on her face. She felt that the barber had carved a clear image of herself, and she saw her shadow on the ground drawing the barber's image. A vague fear made the few frenzied, and she wandered in front of the door hesitating, not knowing whether she should ring the doorbell or knock on the door or use the key to open the door, she didn't know whether she should step her left or right foot when she entered the door. She stood outside the door and thought for a long time, and after coming up with a process that would flow naturally, she raised her right hand, and she put her index finger on the doorbell, and she found herself so stiff that she couldn't ring the doorbell.

The long-condensed air was finally shattered. With the sound of the old and angry opening of the door, the grandmother's sharp eagle eyes appeared in front of him like lightning, and there seemed to be a fire burning in the depths of the eagle eyes, and the owner of the eagle eyes asked in a majestic tone, "Why did you come back so late?" She stumbled through the door, and under Hawkeye's gaze she scurried into the bathroom like a mouse. The sound of rushing water soon drowned out my grandmother's grumblings, and the bathroom suddenly became foggy. Falling into the bathtub in the deep white fog, she felt like a lone felled tree floating in the water. She carefully washed every inch of her skin, trying to wash away the shadow of the barber.

There are always things that we can't explain according to common sense, such as the fact that you may see some strange glowing objects in the air. Clever humans continue to explore the mysteries of these monsters, but no one still knows the secrets of these monsters, so we gave it an imaginative name - UFOs. Just as human intelligence is not enough to explain the glowing objects located in the air, the few intelligences cannot explain why a swarm of mosquitoes survives this cold late autumn, these tiny UFOs terrorize the few sleeps in the middle of the night, and the few can not sleep peacefully, she lights on all the lights in the room to look for traces of UFOs, but finds nothing. UFOs still sing their happy songs. Their voices come and go as if they are showing their affection for each other, and they are like the humming of love when they mate. She felt an almost transparent sadness in the bleak white light, and in this sadness lurked an ancient metaphor, and her mind ran all the way back to the source of the metaphor, and she saw the history of her family blooming like a flower in front of her.

A smell of wood mixed with the smell of men's sweat quickly pushed the thick smell of lamp oil in the air, and she saw a huge hand, whose wrists were tightly wrapped in navy blue sleeves, and the pale yellow sawdust sticking to the cuffs flickered in the light of the oil lamp, and the giant hand got closer and closer to her, and finally stopped in the corner of the red silk. The red silk was over her head, and she felt it slowly slip off under the grip of the giant hand. Her face was exposed to the eager gaze of a strange man. She shyly spread out her eagle-like eyes, carefully discerning the image reflected in the depths of her pupils in the dim light.

Black and white-soled shoes contain a man's huge feet, navy blue cotton pants, and navy blue cotton tunics. The man's skin was dark yellow, and his eyes were bright and deep and sad, and the eagle-eyed woman stared at the man, and the eagle-eyed woman's attention was finally attracted by the man's unkempt hair. The messy hair was like a cloud, and the eagle-eyed woman imagined flying into the sky on this cloud, and the man was so frightened that he was surprised that she was gone, and he ran wildly on the ground like a father chasing the sun, and he ran to the cliff and cried loudly, and she fell in front of him like a fairy in his cry.

A knife-like pain cut off her train of thought, and the man's gnarled hands roamed back and forth on her temporal chin like a file sharpening her over and over again, until her skin was bloodshot.

The man is a carpenter, and the man loves wine, wood, and women.

The man's huge hand moved to the delicate buckle, which was unbreakable, like a conscientious soldier swearing to his post. Like an impatient monkey, the man ripped off the shirt of the plank, and he saw the rings embroidered with lotus flowers cling to him in horror, and he saw that he was anxious in the panicked eagle eyes of the board, and he threw himself into the plank, and let out a sultry hum from the throat of the plank, and he quickly took over it in the humming of the board——— and he began his work——— completing the wardrobe that someone else had ordered.

The plank awoke like a long-sleeping elf, desperate to snatch its lost body from the man's giant hand, it dodged left and right, she was so eager to get rid of him. Its resistance annoyed him, and he tore at everything that clung to it like an angry bull, and its hands tugged at the rings as if they were tugging at the last lifeline, and the rings were thus pulled by two great counterforces, and finally shattered with a crisp tearing sound.

His giant hand finally left her. Soon, his mind quickly receded from his body under the tugging of his great hand, and he used saws, planers, and chisels in a frenzied manner, confronting it with the same terrified flesh of thought. His great hand folded back and took possession of it more violently and forcefully. He leaned over it, and moved his hands in front of him to the top of its head, and in the dim light, he was amazed at the eagle-eyed woman next to him biting her lip to prevent her tears from crossing the line of her eyes, she blamed herself for her own incompetence in the man's hearty low gasp, she watched it as small as a soybean under his body, and she could only retort that it rolled forward with his will. He controls her and he controls it. She couldn't stop him from pressing on top of her, arching and arching.

At dawn, the man rushed out with a piece of his carefully finished component, he stood in the pale sunlight to receive the approving gaze of others, he was deeply immersed in the great happiness brought by the gaze of the eagle-eyed woman, and he seemed to have all the beauty of the world in an instant. He spun in place, spinning faster and faster, like a whipping spinning top.

The Eagle-Eyed Woman woke up to the sound of laughter, she saw that her body felt extremely powerless, and the laughter of the man outside the door was like a sharp arrow, and the arrow pierced her heart and made her miserable. She was anxious to take revenge to wash away her shame. She noticed that the man's shoes had forgotten in front of the bed, and she went crazy and rummaged through the rooms looking for some kind of small sharp weapon. The man broke into the room when the eagle-eyed woman found a small handful of thin iron nails, and he saw the woman standing next to the old dark brown fir cabinet, the woman's face turned crimson from his direct gaze, and he slowly moved his gaze downward, his gaze was like a torch, gradually reflecting every inch of the woman's skin. The image of the woman intoxicated him, and he felt like a messenger sent by God to the earth, to deliver the ignorant woman from her white ugliness. He looked at her, and he eagerly searched for a sign of gratitude in her eagle eyes.

His intrusion frightened her. In the panic, she put the hand holding the thin iron nail behind her back, her hand held the thin iron nail tightly, afraid that the iron nail would fall out because of her own negligence, she held it tighter and tighter, and many small holes were cut out of the palm of her hand, she felt pain, the more painful she held it tighter, she held back her pain, and her skin turned red from strong forbearance. She found his eyes searching for her, which frightened her, and her body stiffened against the old dark brown fir cabinet. She tried to find a pocket to put the thin iron nails in it, and suddenly found herself indecent, and she hung her head high in anger and hatred. She hurried to the wooden bed under his gaze, hiding her body under the heavy covers.

The man walked past the bed with a smile, he bent down and immersed his face in the wooden basin filled with clear water, his eyes were closed and he suddenly felt the refraction of the sunlight on some metal, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw the woman's eagle eyes shining in the sunlight, the eagle-eyed woman's expression was mysterious and uneasy to make him feel uneasy, he kicked his foot into his shoe in the uneasiness, and a strong stinging pain quickly spread from the sole of his foot to his whole body. The man endured the great pain and pretended to be indifferent and walked out of the room, his forehead covered with sweat. The woman hid in the quilt and laughed secretly, the laughter was bitter and resentful. Outside the house, the man uncovered the thin iron nails that were nailed into the soles of his feet, and the nails were sticking to the red blood and exuding bursts of cold light, and the man couldn't stop shivering at the iron nails in the sun.

The man walked into the wood shop in great pain, he picked up the wooden clippers and repeated the action of pushing the wood on an uneven wooden square, which became straight and smooth as the wood shavings continued to spit out from the top of the fader. The man pushed intently, one after another, and pushed like crazy, as if he kept pushing, and the image of the eagle-eyed woman could be forgotten in his mind. He was amazed at the sharpness of the eagle-eyed woman, who he felt was like a sharpened wooden knife, slashing pain into him. And his pain will continue, and he knows exactly that his life will be completely controlled by the Hawkeye Woman in the future.

The laughter in the room was gradually replaced by a mournful silence. The eagle-eyed woman stared at the house on the wooden bed, the bed was placed on the right side of the house, a dilapidated bedside table was placed on the left side of the bed, a black basin stand was erected next to it, a dark brown utility cabinet fell against the bed, there was a small window on the wall perpendicular to the bed, the only exit from the room was next to the wooden window lattice, there was a stove under the window, the kettle placed on the stove was steaming, the old newspaper on the wall was burnt with old burnt yellow, the burnt yellow newspaper was dancing under the action of steam, and several low stools were scattered around the stove. A cloud hung over the eagle-eyed woman, and she suddenly realized that she was going to spend the rest of her life in this small house. She seemed to see her figure shuttling through it, her countenance gradually aging in the tedious shuttle over and over again. The Eagle-Eyed woman lamented the injustice of fate, and her mind churned, and she imagined that the heavens would favor her at some point, and her fate would suddenly be reversed. The Eagle-Eyed Woman smiled and continued her thoughts, but she had no idea that someone who held her lifeblood was being conceived in her womb.

The man discovers the abnormality of the eagle-eyed woman, and she keeps vomiting for a while, and she keeps eating for a while. Her body gradually gained weight, and her temper became more bizarre and moody. The man also found that the woman's eagle eye continued to dance with a magnificent light during this time, and this light became brighter and brighter in the depths of the woman's pupils as the woman's body became fatter and fatter.

The man is often drunk in a daze, he looks at the eagle-eyed woman in a daze, he thinks about the possibility of a woman gaining weight, and overthrows them one by one, he falls into a labyrinth of assumptions and can't find a way out. The man sighed and took a sip of his wine, then searched for answers in the Hawkeye woman.

The man's sigh angered the eagle-eyed woman, she felt that the sigh appeared at the turning point of her fate as an ominous symbol, she looked at the man's drinking posture as if a disaster star drank all her good luck, she stepped to the man's side in three or two steps and snatched the wine glass from the man's hand, with a longing emotion to slam the wine glass to the ground, the wine glass instantly shattered into several pieces, leaving a small wet mark in the contact with the ground, and the wine quickly steamed in the air, The whole room was filled with a strong smell of wine. The man's anger reached the top, and he rose from the low stool with a thud, but his right hand was forced back into place by a huge deterrent force at the moment of raising. He saw that the woman's eagle eyes were also dancing with angry flames, the flames were burning more and more, it seemed that the woman's whole body was burning, he felt that the fire of his anger was like an ignorant child losing his temper in front of the woman, he felt an inexplicable guilt and uneasiness, but he refused to admit defeat easily, he always longed to keep the last remaining bit of dignity for a long time, so he boldly turned his eyes to her, he hoped to win the final victory in the confrontation with her. He stared at her with his eyes fixed on her, and faced her with a menacing expression. But it soon dawned on him that his long-brewing expression was so fragile, that the Hawkeye Woman seemed to be a wizard with a high degree of magic, and her gaze flickered as if she were chanting a spell, and the spell quickly captured the man's soul and made him tremble. The man finally fled, turning in fear and walking behind the door, pulling a broom out of the corner and starting to pick up the pieces of wine glasses that were all over the floor. In an instant, the sound of the broom making contact with the ground echoed in the room like thunder, and the already tense atmosphere became more tense in the sharp sweeping sound.

The Hawkeye woman watched as the man swept in front of her like a hurricane, and then broke through the door with a pile of debris in hand. With the man gone, the house fell silent. The Hawkeye Woman felt a sense of relief, and she let out a long breath in the silence, as if a little higher than a decibel voice would cause another storm. The man's eyes lingered in her mind, and she kept recalling and repeating the trivial things that had just happened. The man's strange twisting of his right arm, the man's resentful eyes, and the man's final compromise, if the man's mind changes in a small detail, if her own mind changes in a detail, the result may be changed. But now, she is victorious, she clearly knows the importance of this war, she keeps telling herself that she must not admit defeat, although the man's eyes shoot at her like an arrow, although the cruel confrontation is so long, she persevered, she was not crushed by him, she won this war with her strong willpower. A strange smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and in the darkening sky, she greeted the darkness with the haughty posture of a victor.