Chapter 19 daydream

ten of I was reading Flaubert's Madame Bovary, and I read a passage where Bovary sneaks out from under the bed every day with her husband on her back to meet her lover in the garden.My heart beat a little, and my head seemed dizzy: Is the weather bad?I think. Occasionally lowering my head, sniffing the fragrance from my body, I feel a little more decadent.My eyes blurred, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't hold it anymore. I let my mind wander, and everything gradually blurred in front of my eyes.Books, reclining chairs, fragrance, space...everything is gradually dimmed. sack!sack!sack!There was a very slight knocking sound on the door, the sound of a soft object hitting, and then, the door twisted and turned, and the door opened leisurely.

I turned around and looked back, my eyes were covered by two greasy and warm things, I was silent and dark, I could only hear the fragrance of the money and the sound of panting behind me. At the same time, he felt a coolness on his lips. who is it? I only heard a hissing laugh, and the light returned to my eyes again.When I looked back, I closed my eyes and pretended to be ashamed, and the one standing in the corner with my head bowed was... You didn't expect me to come at this time, did you? ——The person who came in was asking coquettishly with his head tilted. I licked my lips with the tip of my tongue, feeling intoxicated like wine.

——Don't just dream there, do you think I'm really happy?I couldn't bear it until I saw you.Do you know that things have gotten to the point where they've... What? ——The drunken Bumblebee was finally startled by this unexpected blow. They have taken my letter.Knowing everything, my mother was so angry... The waves of the sea kept rising and falling on my chest! …The mother was so angry that she fainted, the elder sister just cried, and the elder brother opened his eyes and said that he had gone out to borrow a pistol.I took the opportunity to come here specially to ask you, look...

what!what!hell!Heaven!sky…… What do you think?Give me liberty or give me death.We are not as good as... He leaned on his body slumped, covered his eyes with his hands, rested his head on his chest and kept rolling.Tears continued to drip from the gap between the fingers, and the shoulders just shrugged. How to do it?Don't worry, let me go... do not go! ——The tears fell more tightly. well! ——He let out a long sigh leisurely.The steel will also be melted, and the four hands hug each other, amidst the sobs, it is no longer possible to tell who is the fountain of tears. Temporary silence!Temporary pleasure!

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps and knocking on the door.Someone is calling her name. listen!listen!listen...who?Who…… ah ah!not good!It was my brother's voice.Brother is here, he borrowed a pistol, here he is, he will... ah ah!How about it?hide!hide!Hide...under the bed...in the closet...behind the door...open the window and jump... It doesn't matter!do not be afraid!With me here...I am here, I am your protector...Let me go... You do not want…… In the turbulent chaos and horror, there was a sudden bang, and something flew in from the window. The bullets are coming!I felt fluid coming out of my hand, a sharp pain in my heart, and everything...

gentlemen!Sir upstairs! Someone is shouting.I jumped up from my chair in fright, opened my eyes, and leaned over the window. Shouldn't it be... gentlemen!good sir!I'm sorry, we just kicked a ball into your room from below, please throw it back to us!Isn't that right... an eleven or twelve-year-old child was begging me facing me like this under the window. I looked back into the room in a daze, and at some point, the ink bottle on the table had been knocked over, and a gray-white ball landed on the corner of the table. Standing up lazily, he picked up the ball and threw it out.When I stretched out my hand, I saw that my hand was stained with wet ink.

Only Madame Bovary was lying on the ground, everything else remained unchanged, the sun was still shining quietly. There seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.But what happened just now? Dream? ... Afternoon of June 3, 1926