The classmates listened quietly in the dream, and a sad story slowly came to an end. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Young Master Duanmu looked at classmate Meng with a look of close scrutiny, as if he was looking for something, however, in the end, he was disappointed: "Third Shao, I didn't see any expression of happiness on your face. ”

Meng was silent for a while, as if he was organizing some language that was more suitable for the situation, but it was estimated that he would fail in the end, so his expression began to be full of confusion.

In fact, in his heart, he opened a national scold that shocked the world: I rub, your sister, did you Duanmu once live in Paris at the beginning of the nineteenth century, your name is Armand, and then, you had a poignant and tortuous love story with the courtesan Mademoiselle Marguerite, and then, moved the great writer Alexandre Dumas, and then, wrote a love legend for you?

Perhaps, the difference in their stories is that Armand, as the son and brother of the upper class, and his family, as the nobles of the famous family, naturally cannot tolerate and accept that the family standing in the circle of the upper class society is ridiculed and smeared because of a dusty woman, so he spares no effort to curb their contacts, and even takes strong measures to put Armand under house arrest and completely cut off the intersection between them. Forced by life, Margaret had to return to her old business and continue to work as a comedian, but eventually fell ill and died.

Comparing the two, a woman is forced by life, and a woman is forced by the habit of physiological needs! At first glance, it seems that Margaret, who is forced by life, should be a little more noble. Actually, in essence, they are all pitiful and pathetic.

Women's needs may be complained about by some discomfort, as if a woman's loyalty to a man is a matter of course, and any woman who betrays her loyalty should be subject to moral criticism. But it seems fairer to take a moment to get to know her substance before commenting. A woman's physiological needs can be compared to a person's appetite, if this person's appetite, he originally ate three bowls of rice at each meal, and suddenly, forced to eat only a small spoonful of rice at each meal, hunger, betrayal and other emotions and desires, will be like a torrent overflowing embankment, only need the slightest chance of even the slightest chance for ants to break the hole, they will find a breakthrough in an instant, burst the embankment.

In the face of the cruel reality, the so-called good women, they all deeply understand that men's love words are often equal to lies and nonsense.

A wise woman will not remember the promises made by men, because promises usually hurt people the most, and in the end, they become the death knell that buries love.

Nietzsche said: Do you go to the woman, please bring a whip.

However, woman is never your name, and even if you have used her, it does not mean that you can fully have it in your life. It is impossible to oppress by hard means, and she will have to be attached to you for life.

The so-called love, at some point, when it encounters some challenges, is almost more fragile than a baby, betrayal, is just one of the options, nothing more.

Suppose, if you are not prepared to be betrayed, it is doomed, painful, and has a tragic ending.

Just like Young Master Duanmu, although he is full of anticipation and hopes that others will believe that he has forgotten the woman who once hurt him, and believes that he is a young handsome man who can afford to let go, and is very courageous, but in the depths of his soul, it is still difficult to forget, so he can only be tortured by injuries.

Young Master Duanmu didn't see Classmate Meng's happy expression, he felt a deep failure, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "Third Shao, am I Duanmu Bai really such a failure, I can't even tell a sad story to make my friends happy......

Meng said slowly: "I forgot to tell you, what I like is to listen to other people's sad stories, not to listen to friends tell his sad stories." ”

Duanmu Bai's somewhat cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, staring at Classmate Meng's face, and said word for word: "You say, I'm your friend?"

Meng said lightly: "Do you have an opinion?"

"Uh-"

Duanmu Bai's pitiful expression, which made people want to take pity on him, seemed to be thrown away as decisively and quickly as he threw away the garbage, and was replaced by an old fox expression that seemed to have succeeded in his treacherous scheme.

Meng suddenly felt a sense of sadness and melancholy about being pulled onto the thief ship, and couldn't help asking: "Hey, I said, Duanmu, you won't sell me, will you?"

Duanmu Bai smiled slightly, and then said very righteously: "Don't worry, even if I sell you, I will never leave your share." ”

Meng was actually happy: "That's good." ”

The owner and his wife who watched and listened to the wine shop in all directions almost had the urge to smash the abacus and wine jug in their hands to Duanmu Bai and Meng classmates. Your uncle, have seen a strange thing, but have never seen such a strange thing, two friends get together to discuss the sale of one of them, the person who was sold, actually elated, are you showing the greatness of friendship, phew, get out of the way as soon as possible!

Of course, they still know their place deeply, and understand that some things should be taken care of, and some things are definitely not something they can bear the consequences of taking care of. Therefore, they all wisely chose to shield.

The two jars of wine are almost finished, Duanmu Bai's appearance, as if he has empathized with him at a certain moment, and directly made a deep love for the table, and almost his whole face is kissed on the table.

Dream doesn't look so good-looking, although his waist is standing up like a loyal soldier standing guard, but the head above his neck is swaying from side to side, like an inspired poet, preparing to produce a peerless article.

The light at the door of the box dimmed, and a few men in Tsing Yi walked in, and they quickly gathered around Duanmu Bai's side, standing straight, but did not move, and said respectfully: "Young master, let's go back." ”

Duanmu Bai raised his face, but did not look at them, but said to classmate Meng: "Sanshao, today, it is estimated that I am not free, tomorrow, I will go to the 'Yuehui' restaurant." ”

Dream nodded. Duanmu Bai stood up and ordered as he walked out: "Leave a horse for Sanshao." ”

A man in green clothes nodded: "Yes." ”

Meng then asked the boss to settle the bill, and the boss smiled and said that Duanmu Bai's family had already settled the bill.

Meng nodded, walked out of the store, found the horse left by Duanmu Bai's family, staggered into the saddle, and then, staggered and wandered around.

Really, Dream is really casual. Because, at this time, he himself couldn't figure out where he should go. The horse actually wandered away from the official road, at a three-way intersection, and it naturally leaned towards the forest path on the right.

Chapter 18 This is a bamboo forest with boundless greenery.

At the end of the bamboo forest, an old hermitage appeared.

The name of the hermitage: Meigetsu Temple.

Meng didn't seriously look at what kind of characteristics this nunnery should have, a huge wave of fatigue and alcohol rushed up, causing him to tilt his head and lie on the saddle, his eyelids gradually worsened, his vision gradually blurred, in the blur, he vaguely saw a very delicate young female nun pulling his reins, Meng thought it was a traffic police officer who investigated drunk driving, waved his hand, and said: "I don't have a driver's license on me, you detain me, anyway, I haven't thought of a place to go now." ”

The nun seemed to be slightly stunned, and then spoke softly beside him: "Donor, there is a nunnery in front, you are not suitable to go in." ”

Meng feels so sleepy, so sleepy, that's what he said, since he woke up in Mengjia, for Yu Yu's affairs, he basically didn't have a real rest, and yesterday during the day and even last night, so far, he basically hasn't closed his eyes, and he hasn't died suddenly due to fatigue and overdraft, which is already a happiness worthy of killing the chicken.

He simply closed his eyes completely and waved his hand very scoundrelly: "Anyway, I'm going to sleep, you can just throw me wherever you want." ”

The nun was stunned, feeling that she had never encountered such a similar emergency, and she was caught off guard and didn't know how to deal with it. After being silent for a while, the nun gently bit her beautiful lip and sighed softly: "Okay, since the donor is so tired, you can rest on the horses here, and the poor nun will accompany you." Dream didn't study the unintentional ambiguity in the nun language, nor did he answer any of her questions, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep.

The nun looked at the man who appeared like a wandering spirit in a daze, looking at the shocking scar on his face, and suddenly, the heart that was originally ancient and waveless suddenly surged with a burst of sour pain.