Chapter 34 Section III 5

In the afternoon, I have been reading the manuscript on the desk.There are not as many manuscripts as there seem to be, and as it goes on and on and on and on and on and on, I'm getting tired.Then a very inappropriate thing happened: I fell into a deep sleep in the anxiety of losing my memory; There are a lot of things to do, so I can't sleep──After thinking about it, I fell asleep again... In the evening, I pushed a bicycle out of Wanshou Temple, followed by a white dress.This dress led me to a gray building, and I got off the bicycle.It led me again to a house on the third floor.There is a cardboard box at the door of this room, and a bunch of green onions are placed on it.This bundle of onions is covered with old yellow skin, and the bran has long since fallen off inside, just like old wild rice stems. As for its taste, it is completely unrespectable; so it is placed here, waiting to be completely dried and moldy, Then it can be thrown into the trash.I waited at the door for a long time before I entered the house, and then the white dress was hung on the wall.She hugged me very warmly, and said: "He came here just after being discharged from the hospital... This surprised me a bit, and I didn't know how to react - what's wrong with coming here just after leaving the hospital?"Fortunately, she solved the mystery herself: "Miss me." That is to say, she thought I missed her very much, so she ran to the work unit to see her as soon as I left the hospital.I quickly replied: Yes, yes.In fact, I never thought about her at all.I didn't think of anyone - I forgot.Her enthusiasm seemed to hint at the answer, but I didn't want to unravel it—then, eating together, removing the last of my underwear, and showering in the bathroom.Finally, in bed, that happened.Right here and now, I have to remember that she is my wife.I'm in my own home... I'm afraid I have to admit, it discourages me a bit.When I follow her, I always hope it's a romance.To tell you the truth, I thought of everything except that I was married... Wife is such a vulgar word.Good thing I still remember how to make love.In fact, it is also pretending to remember.She said: Don't mess around, I didn't mess around.Of course, I'm still satisfied with the final result—I have a family and a wife, isn't that great.

I'm also deeply pleased with her body, which has a healthy red glow to her skin.I also appreciate her unassuming attitude towards sex.But it would be even better if she was someone else instead of my wife.I have a terrible headache.This is because no matter how hard I try, I can't remember her name.There must be an answer in the household registration book, if only I knew where it was... This house is full of furniture, and it is not easy to find a small book here... She was gentle and obedient until midnight .At this time she got up suddenly, and said viciously: "I want to bite you!"Any man at this point will be surprised and eager to declare that he and food are not the same thing.but I do not have.I just sat up and asked in surprise: Why?She said fiercely: because you hit your head on a car and wanted me to be a widow.I thought about it, and felt that the crime was true—the name of a widow is too ugly, no wonder people don't want to be it; I turned around and lay down.As you know, men's backs are stronger and more resistant to bites.But she pushed my shoulder and said, turn over.I turned over, exposing all the parts that were afraid of being bitten, and closed my eyes tightly in fear—but she just bit my stomach lightly, her gentle hair brushed the side of the abdomen, and she sang with a smile breath.The feeling is pretty good.Because of these events, I am satisfied with myself again...

After this happened, she asked me: When was the last time I played?I pretended to remember for a while, and then said: I can't remember.She said: Damn it!You can't even remember this kind of thing, what do you remember?I confess: To be honest, I don't remember anything.She sneered and said: It's the same old routine again.You have a scar on your head, don't scare me.I said, well, not to scare you—who wrote that manuscript on my desk?As you know, this is the question I'm most curious about -- I wish it had been written by someone else, because I'm not happy with it.But she suddenly said: hate, I ignore you, sleep.As she spoke, she pulled the quilt, turned around and went to sleep.I thought about it, and felt that I should not talk too much about the things I "can't remember", so as not to scare her.So, let's stop here.

Despite my preoccupation and my somewhat selective seating, I fell asleep.By the way, I got up that night and hit my head in the dark.This shows that although I can think of my wife, I still can't think of my house. I walked confidently and bumped my head against the wall.It is not easy to cover up the loss of memory, just as it is not easy to cover up a broken eye socket.