Chapter 18 Section 2 3

There is a pond in the back garden of Xue Song's house, and the mud bank beside the pond is covered with moss.The pool of water was green in color, and there were crushed water hyacinths floating in it, as well as a pale fragment, like an empty eggshell. After careful identification, it turned out to be half of Xue Song's ear.Xue Song fished it out of the water and looked at it for a long time before he believed that this part of his body had been lost forever.The ancients once said: body and skin, received by parents, cannot give up easily, so Xue Song should eat this piece of ear, but he felt a little disgusted, and felt that he had fallen to the point of cannibalism──so he again Spit out the ears.Later, he dug a hole with an iron gun and buried his ears in it. He still felt angry, so he raised his gun and roared like a hippopotamus.If at this time the red thread said according to the etiquette he requested: "Report to the lord, the thief is far away, please take care of your body."That's better.It so happened that this little savage was also very excited, full of passion for fighting, so she said carelessly: "Everyone has run away, why are you yelling?"Still thinking about how to catch him?This made Xue Song very annoyed, and casually scolded: "Bitch!There is no up and down.Maybe the thief is in collusion with you.Hongxian didn't know how to joke, so he threw the knife to the ground and said: Damn it!It's my fault!This made Xue Song even more angry: Did anyone call the master a jerk?Suddenly he remembered that Yingyingchaochuo saw that the assassin had tattoos on his body and looked like a Hmong man, so he blurted out: No way!That assassin is just a seedling!Nine times out of ten, I'm with you.You are going to murder your husband!By the way, Miaozi is a derogatory term for the Miao people. Usually Xue Song would never say that in front of the red line, but this time he brought it out of his mouth.What's more unfortunate is that it was strung together with the last sentence, which made Hong Xian even more angry. He picked up the knife from the ground, aimed at Xue Song and slashed at Xue Song, saying, "Good wow!"It's time to start a war with us!My old lady is going to murder your son of a bitch husband!Of course, the knife was not aimed accurately, and the cut was not fast, leaving time for Xue Song to dodge—Hong Xian didn't want to be a widow.But her fighting passion also needs to be vented, so she just cut it off.It should be pointed out that Hongxian and Xue Song learned some etiquette of the Han nationality, and Xue Song also learned some of Hongxian's temper.When the two sides understand each other, the outcome of the fight will be good.If there is no such premise, this knife will at least cut off his other ear.In this way, Xue Song lost his ears.

Later, Xue Song backed away, exited the courtyard step by step, and finally yelled: "Little bitch!"If you say it was a seedling who cut me down, don’t you believe it? You are a seedling, and you are cutting me now!With that said, he turned and ran away.If he didn't run, Red Thread would literally chop off his head, and she would really be a widow.To this I must add: Xue Song was twenty-three years old at the time, and Hong Xian was only seventeen.These two people were only forty years old together, and when they lived together, of course they had to make a lot of noise and make a mess of everything.

Regarding the process of Xue Song's assassination, there is another saying: In the backyard of Xue Song's house, there is a pool where he and Hong Xian played in the water.The bottom of this pool is clearly visible, even the cobblestones on the bottom are clearly visible. Because of the clear water, the pool looks very shallow, and the ripples on the water surface are reflected on the bottom, as if the bottom is close to the water surface.In the early morning, Xue Song passed by the water and saw a woman lying in the water, as white as snow and as bright as the moon, so the water in the pool was like the inside of a clam shell, with a kind of brightness that could be reached by hand.Later, she began to float up from the bottom of the pool──It must be explained that the pool is actually very deep, but it’s just not visible.Xue Song saw that her left hand was bent in front of her body, her right hand was behind her back, and her eyes were tightly closed; while her legs were spread apart in a herringbone shape, and thin water patterns slid across her body.It must be admitted that she was a naked beauty, but her life and death were uncertain because not a single bubble came out of her nose and mouth.Of course Xue Song was stunned, looking at this woman, in the silence, she floated up, getting closer and closer to Xue Song.On her lower abdomen, there is a tuft of short hair, which looks very playful, and she is getting closer and closer to Xue Song; Xue Song is also fascinated, but her eyes are closed tightly, as if she is deeply asleep.What she will be like when she wakes up is a mystery.

Later, a smile appeared on her mouth, as if a drop of blood fell into the water, and immediately scattered into strands of blood.Suddenly she opened her eyes, which were big and round, which made Xue Song startled.Then she stood out of the water and swung her right hand hidden behind her back. She held a sharp knife in that hand, white as frost and snow, and swung it towards Xue Song's head. Fortunately, he still had some understanding and dodged in time. , Only half of the ear was cut off.If you don't hide, the consequences will be unimaginable.Then, the female assassin fled, as if disappearing into the white morning mist.Only Xue Song was left standing by the water in a daze: he felt that something was wrong.A woman like this shouldn't have come to assassinate me at all, but should have assassinated someone else.As for whether it was good or bad to make a mistake, he was still a little unclear.This statement is too bright, and it is similar to the previous statement.All in all, after the assassin ran away, Xue Song had a dispute with Hongxian.Xue Song insisted on saying that the one who slashed him was a seedling, but Hongxian didn't like him saying that, so the two started fighting, but it wasn't real.Then Xue Song went out to gather his army to conquer those Miao people—if the Miao girls were really so beautiful, they really needed to be conquered.

In Wanshou Temple, facing the form to be filled, I finally remembered that we are the Institute of History of the Academy of Social Sciences, and we are staying in Wanshou Temple.This form is the work report we handed in at the beginning of the year.At the end of the year, a performance appraisal report is due -- fortunately, there is still some time before the end of the year.This is because we are a national-level research unit with a strict system, and because our leader—that is, the man in the blue uniform—is very rigid.He always asks us to do big and practical topics.What is important, I don't know.I do understand the real meaning.That is, do not research history, but start from modern times.For example, I shouldn't research male genitals in history, but should start directly from his genitals... But I changed the title of this year to "The Institute's Leaders' Sexual Organs Examination", which is obviously not appropriate.If I really do this problem, he may come and chop me up.

By the way, I vaguely remember some of the content of "Cold Weapon Test".In ancient times, people cut down huge trees to make soldiers, and only in the middle ages did they use broadswords and spears.In the Song and Yuan Dynasties, people loved to use swords, but since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the longest thing is just a short knife.According to historical records, people in the late Qing Dynasty were good at using hidden weapons, such as iron lotus seeds, iron bodhi, and some people fired embroidery needles.According to this trend, if people in the future still use cold weapons, they must launch particles composed of iron atoms to bombard the enemy's nerve center through the eyes of the enemy. I always feel that this is a Chinese-style historical essay. , I don’t know why you put a question mark on me... To be honest, I kind of want to kill him.This is not because I have a bad temper, but because I can't even think of a topic like "Sex Organ Test".

Other than that, I can't think of anything else.Thus, the game of amnesia has this rule: Without proper prompting, I cannot recall anything.With the right revelation, preferably corroborating evidence, I'll recall everything.For example, I didn't know where I was, and I didn't know what I was doing.But when a leader showed up in my room with instructions, these problems were solved... It would be better if the leader could tell me what I should take the test for.Inspired by this, I walked around the yard again. The sun rose higher and higher, hitting the ground directly, and the smell in the yard became more and more sharp: it has a yellowish smell and a smell of rotting corpses, similar to fresh human farts. It was like flying lime powder, irritating my nostrils.It blends with the golden reflection of the glazed tiles on the roof.

I don't like to smell this kind of stench—whether it's yellow, rotting corpses or human farts, it's not something I like to smell.I also don't like when someone throws lime up my nose.But I always feel that there is some kind of message in this stench, reminding me of something.