Chapter 11 Chapter 11

Louis was startled.The soul returned, and he became the heroic Louis again. "Help me." Wan Jiang pretended not to be able to lift the ashes, and leaned out with his hips far away.This kind of love has shed from Renren many years ago. Louis hurried up and took the dustpan in her hand.Hand meets hand, misses and leaves warmly.Such touches, as profound as those glances, speak their own dialogue, a language that flows only between them.This language cannot be interpreted, but both mind and body understand it. "Do you want to take pictures?" Louis said in Chinese.He rarely speaks Chinese, and only uses Chinese to make a fool of himself; if he wants to be a living treasure, he speaks Chinese.But at the moment, he is serious and doesn't mean to be a monkey at all.

"We don't want to take pictures." Renren copied Louis' tone-deaf Chinese. "Then what do you want to do?" Louis didn't realize that Renren was making fun of him, or didn't mind if he realized it. "We just want to be bored." Renren said again. Wan Jiang laughed out loud, far more innocent than Ren Ren.Louis quickly brought out the camera.He took pictures faster than he entered the shooting range to shoot, and he aimed at Renren and swiped. "Save me some of that." He wouldn't say "strawberry." Wan Jiang said from the side: "Strawberry."

He turned the camera and aimed at Wan Jiang.He imitated: "Strawberry." He said one Yinping and one Yangping. Wanjiang smiled at him through the camera.She was going to draw the fire away from her daughter.She went all out and smiled desperately. Louie quickly moved the camera away to see what happened to his stepmother.She looked at him, meaning: Why, isn't this laughing enough for a nympho?He immediately hid his face behind the camera again, and the focal length was messed up for a while.He pulled Wan Jiang's face closer, closer, so close to the point of presumptuousness.There was a silent moan deep in his body.Half of his life is Asian, same as this woman.He pulled her in front of him, and compared the half of it.This is it, the slightly darker skin on his body, the slightly delicate skin; those black hairs.His black hair is also hers.

Louis walked over, put his hand on Fu Wanjiang's waist, and said, "Turn around a little bit. This way, okay." His left hand was pressed against her upper abdomen, and his voice was hoarse. She glanced at him.He immediately pulled his hand away, his gaze fell to the ground.She smiled, and the content of the smile was ambiguous and complicated.As long as you don't harm my daughter, I will do whatever you want.Anyway, there are ten thousand possibilities between her and him.As for him and the girl, there may be 10,000 possibilities in the next minute.She twisted her body too far on purpose to give him leeway to correct her.Sure enough, he fell for it, and grabbed her shoulders and chin with his hands.There was no hair on that finger, thank goodness.It was her half that gave him the smooth Asian hands.She saw that the hand was only two inches away from her chest.He and she suddenly looked at each other, and they both knew what the hand wanted to do at the same time.The suspender dress she wore was extremely soft and thin, and all the changes of the flesh underneath were clearly projected on it──

Louis clearly saw what Jiuhua and Renren had sucked. Louis felt jealous and envious.How unfair he hadn't sucked those round nipples.Those two round protrusions are just around the corner, they are still full and expanding. "Is that okay?" She knew where part of his vision stayed in her body. "This way—" His right hand slipped between her waist and hip, and his left hand pushed her right shoulder back. Louis' breath embraced Wanjiang.His breath didn't change either.She came to this house ten years ago, and he was a freshman in college.His bedroom was empty, where all his breath lingered.Wan Jiang remembered that Louis never showed up at that time; every time he came back from winter and summer vacations, he would spend half of his time sleeping and the other half of his time going out, so his face-to-face meeting with her was at his graduation ceremony.Louis' breath was very youthful, exactly the same as ten years ago.Wan Jiang is proficient in cooking, so she perceives everything by breath.She felt Louis' breath attacking her.

"Why do you speak Chinese so much today?" She asked him with a smile. "I sometimes say it in the hotel. There will be a Chinese delegation in the hotel every month." Louis said behind the camera, "When I was young, I spoke Chinese among the Americans and English among the Chinese." He revealed Half of the faces below the camera laughed.He didn't mind showing how grandstanding he was. Wan Jiang sees another cat also defected to Renren.Cats are more sensitive to breath.Just as Wanjiang can smell the saltiness and deliciousness of food, cats can smell the kindness and generosity of people.The cats were soon dipping their tongues into the condensed milk.Renren eats with cats: two cat tongues and Renren's strawberry-pinching fingers rise and fall in an orderly manner, a very civilized small tribe.

Louis stood opposite the Wanjiang River, thinking about the picture in the picture below.His mind wandered in a mess.Wan Jiang succeeded, this is what she wanted.She put her arms through her hair and asked Louie if she could have a different cut.Louis glanced at her, and smiled a little uncontrollably.He suddenly saw a pile of rubber bands on the window sill of Sue's basement, which the newspaper deliveryman used to tie up advertisements.Su saved everything in tatters.He took a purple rubber band and handed it to Wan Jiang, asking her to use it to fix her hair.The two looked at each other at this moment.

"Help me." Wan Jiang turned around and gave him a back, "My hands are dirty." His fingers came up timidly.She felt that he had never played with any woman's hair.The fingers are virgin, and the movements are clumsy and inefficient.Bits of pain came, and Wan Jiang led his way with his hands behind his head. "It will be much better if you help your girlfriend in the future." His breath was on her neck.Beneath the hair was a chilly nakedness.His hand touched her neck.She doesn't ask whether he did it on purpose or not.The fuse that was lit by Renren was secretly turned, and Wan Jiang watched the sparks bursting towards him.

"I'm flirting with my girlfriend." He pretended to say carelessly. "Which girlfriend?" Louis froze for a moment, then laughed again.Hair broke free from his hands. "Say. Which one?" "The one I like the most." Wanjiang arranges her hair by herself.The armpits showed so privately that Louis blushed.Seeing him blushing, she woke up with a start at the base of her lower abdomen.Louie said it was good she looked like that, keep it.He took a few steps back.He couldn't help stepping back, his whole body was full of hot desire.Wan Jiang thought, this handsome bastard is still pure.

Louis asked Wan Jiang to fix that posture and expression.He kept pulling her closer with the telephoto.No one has to see through real feelings, which are unclaimed.They have no status; "nameless status" can really hide dirt.But Louis and Renren can be famous.Then she will be miserable at Wanjiang, if she loses Jiuhua, she will lose Renren again.In the end, she even lost the sense of anonymity that Louis gave her. The automatic door of the garage door rang.Louis and Wanjiang breathed a sigh of relief at the same time: Let's stop here if you feel like it.Humphrey is back, bringing back three St. John's alumni.They had just attended the funeral of an alumni.This is the third St. John's Alumni Association funeral held within a year.Humphrey never invited Wan Jiang to attend such funerals.He didn't even explain to her where he was going.She just noticed the standard of his dress: as soon as he was in his best attire, she knew he was going to a schoolmate's funeral.She also understood the rule that after the funeral Humphrey would always bring the out-of-town attendees home to catch up and have another dinner.

Humphrey came to the backyard in a grand dress and asked Wanjiang to prepare some wine and side dishes."Open that 30-year-old Merlot," he said. "Drink less bars, it's so hot." Wan Jiang blurted out, and at the same time she asked herself: Why am I guilty?What does it have to do with me if a cabinet of rare wine is stolen and drunk? "It's rare for them to come. I think at least one bottle of 35 Burgundy will be opened." He walked into the dining room. Attending the funeral was good, she thought, and it made a man as abstinent as Humphrey mad. "That should be an after-dinner drink." She said, and at the same time she was puzzled: what was I worrying about?Sooner or later, paper cannot contain fire. Unexpectedly, Humphrey agreed.He said: "Okay, let's drink it after dinner." He closed the wine cabinet door that had been opened. Dinner is al fresco.A long folding dining table was set up on the back porch, Wan Jiang was cooking on the charcoal grill under the steps, and Louis and Renren took turns serving as waiters, serving dishes and drinks.When the two met on the steps, they always said to each other: Walking so slowly, have you gained weight?Who gained weight?You are fat.I'll give you ten yuan, you go to weigh yourself?I will give you twenty yuan, but you dare not claim it. ... The mixed-race boy and the girl don't suffer from the other, and tease each other tit for tat.Add a layer of radiance to both faces with each completed round. The sun hasn't set yet.In the sunshine, Humphrey and three old schoolmates were wearing grand gowns, talking about the campus life fifty years ago.An alumnus dyes his hair so dark that it feels like it's going to flow down at any moment.He talked about the drama club at school, and soon old school friends were reciting Shakespeare line by line.Humphrey's face was shiny, and he suddenly called Renren to stop. "Howallocationsdoinformagainstme...What about next, Renren?" Renren stuffed his mouth full of barbecue and looked at his old stepfather.She didn't hear a word they were saying. "When she was six years old, she could memorize this whole paragraph." Humphrey looked at Renren provocatively, "Just to remind you, Renren—Andspurmydullrevenge...do you remember?" Renren lowered his eyelids, but his chin was still raised.It's not that she can't remember, but that she doesn't want to cooperate.She didn't know what was going on with the confrontation at this moment.She felt her mother hanging over the oven, straining to listen to the reactions at the dinner table. "Whatisaman..." The old schoolmate with black hair further prompted Renren.He speaks many ditties in English. Renren swallowed the food in his mouth, rolled his eyes quickly, and glared at the old schoolmate again.It was her most offending air, but the old school boys offended the young. "Don't remember?" Humphrey said, "Hamlet!" Louie carves off a piece of meat intently.He couldn't bear to watch Humphrey's wonderful show and be left alone. "...Hamlet?" Renren finally spoke.She saw the faces of four elderly men surrounding her.Mother remained motionless, and even the meat on the barbecue grill was silent, not daring to "squeak" any more. "If his chief good and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? Abeast, no more." Renren began to recite. The three old schoolmates couldn't help shaking their heads as they listened.They thought to themselves, Shakespeare sounds really good in this little girl's mouth; her English is so casual and natural, unlike Humphrey, who has edges and corners, but they are carefully pinched.All three applauded her together.Renren gave Louis a grimace. Humphrey wanted to hide his complacency, but he couldn't. He loosened his mouth and laughed out loud.After laughing, he said: "When I was young, I read it better than now. Do it again, Renren. 'Abeast, nomore.'" Renren tried his best to read Humphrey's tune: "Abeast, nomore." Humphrey played with it for a while, but was still not satisfied, and asked Renren to do it again.Soon Renren read it six or seven times.Humphrey kept saying that it was much better, and it was almost perfect.Renren read it again tirelessly.Humphrey told three old schoolmates that when she was young, whenever she wanted to eat chocolate, she would recite a passage aloud to him; when she was a child, Renren could recite dozens of passages of Shakespeare.The old alumni turned their admiring faces to Renren again and again.Humphrey said that when Renren was six years old, whenever he recited "Hamlet", he would frown his little eyebrows, raise his little face, and put his two little hands behind his back.He drank a little more, his voice was much louder, and a drop of oil fell on the front of his coat. "Renren. Come on again." Humphrey said, "Stand up!" The girl looked at the old stepfather, opened her mouth slightly, and the words in her expression were very clear: You can figure it out. "Come on." Humphrey urged. Renren took a step closer and stared at the old stepfather: Did you take the wrong medicine?She had a nasty smile on her face.The old man was used to seeing the disgusted expression of the young man, and did not find it offensive at all.The three old schoolmates thought that Renren's appearance at this moment was amused, which made them envious of Hanfrui: a person who has such a young daughter can be proud of himself and be young. Humphrey said: "Renren, do you remember when you were a child? Did you put your hands behind your back and say: Abeast, nomore." He turned to Louis: "Renren was like this when he was a child, right?"