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Chapter 9 sketch one

Mao Dun's Prose Collection 茅盾 652Words 2018-03-18
Along the water surface of the bath, five human heads stick out. Because the bath is round, the five human heads arranged almost equidistantly form a semicircular "sentry line", facing the cold water faucet on the side of the white stone wall of the bath.This is a big guy made of brightly polished copper. Although his mouth is closed, two streams of fine water like silver threads are flying out from the joints of the turning handle. They shoot upwards about half a foot high, and then It fell down in disorder, like some very thin beads. A couple of five-year-old girls sat on the wall of the white stone pool next to the cold water faucet, facing the five of us.The water vapor made the faces of the two of them turn red, the short hair on their heads that was wet with water was jet black, and the fat little bodies were white.They are like twin sisters.The one sitting on the left holds an orange-yellow transparent soap box in her fat white hand; she uses this small thing to scoop water to water her breast.The one on the right held a towel that was about the same length as her body, and rubbed it between her thighs.

Although they are such young two, they already have the demeanor of adults, but how charming. Thinking of this, I turned my face to look at a head on my left.It was the strong head of a middle-aged man with black beard roots all over his cheeks.He straightened his eyes and looked up, as if he was quite worried. I look to the right again.The nearest one was covering his face with a dripping handkerchief, gasping for breath.Beyond that was a young man with a triangular face, resting the back of his neck on the stone wall of the bath, as if he had fallen asleep.In the past, there was a fat round face floating on the water without any expression, much like a football.

Suddenly there was a splash of water in the mineral pool over there, and a big man with a yellow face and a tuft of black hair on his chest appeared.He shook his head, as if wanting to come out but crouched down again. Probably surprised that there were still people over there, the two little girls turned their heads away.The little face of the one holding the soap box was being dripped from the cold water tap.She seemed to feel a little itchy, so she slowly raised her hand to scratch a few times, then scooped up water to pour water on her chest in a serious manner. February 6, 1929.
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