Chapter 39 Section 1

At the beginning of the story, I mentioned that an assassin (a beautiful woman) came to assassinate Xue Song.It is said that this person often has excellent ideas in designing sniper plans, setting up ambushes, sneaking in, etc., but he is a bit clumsy when he cuts the knife; so he has never killed a person.She also failed to kill Xue Song, but only cut off half of his ear.Another theory is that this woman's goal is not Xue Song at all, but the red line.It was only because he was seen by Xue Song that he had to be chopped off.Later, she sneaked into Xue Song's bamboo building again, but this time she was unlucky and was brought down by the red thread.The matter was simple: Red Thread followed her quietly, picked up the head-beating stick (there were many such things here) and gave her a blow, knocking her unconscious.When she woke up, she found that her hands and feet were bound by wooden shackles, and she was lying on the ground. In front of her was an olive-colored girl with a red ribbon around her neck, sitting on a green banana leaf.The girl ate the blue-yellow wild cherries, vomited the pits all over the place, even onto her body; and said: I am the red line, Xue Song is my man.The female assassin curled up, shook her head, and said: Oops.She remembered getting a sap, thinking she should feel dizzy and ache in the back of her head, but she wasn't, because the stick was well done--and so the story began all over again.But before we start, we should talk about why the prison wagon wasn't finished.According to Xue Song's original idea, the main part of the prison car is considered to be completed after the prison cage is completed.But later it was found that this was not the case, the main part was the pair of wheels.The cage is so big, the wheels can't be too small.According to Xue Song's opinion, the wheels should be made of teak; but there was not enough wood, and they had to go up the mountain to cut down trees.But Redline thinks iron wheels are better.After some debate, Redline's opinion prevailed, and they built the spokes, axles, and other parts.Halfway through, it suddenly occurred to me that even with the wheels and the cage, this car was already a giant, two stories high, and it might not be able to be dragged by a buffalo.Then I thought, only a few hundred miles to the south, there are wild elephants in the mountains.While building the wheel, they were discussing capturing, training and feeding the elephants.The way they do things is kind of messy, like my story.But how nice it is to be able to mess around like this.

In this messy story, I saw myself again.I was slow, confused, and out of order.Sometimes I want to open the drawer without unlocking it, and sometimes pour rice into the pot without removing the lid.But the woman who claimed to be my wife didn't dislike me for that.That's it now, I've been pulling out the drawer for a while, feeling exhausted, I sit down, point to it and say: the drawer won't open.She came over, turned the key, and said, pull it—and the drawer opened.I can only say: thank you.You have been a great help to me.This is sincere, because just now I have thought of the axe.She walked away from me and said: You did this on purpose.I asked: why?She said: You want to try to see if I am your wife.That said, I've been purposely making things upside down.If she wasn't my wife, she would be impatient; if she was my wife, she wouldn't.So, the conclusion is: she is my wife, although I can't remember it myself... She has a reason to think.I said: So that's the case, I understand.She folded back, put her arms around my head, pressed it against her breasts, and said: You are so funny...I love you.Then let me go and walk away solemnly.I understand the implication of this: a woman who is not my wife will not put my head on her breast.So, the conclusion is still: she is my wife.There will be no other conclusions.The conclusion of the day is always like this.The opposite is true at night.After getting close in the way a husband and wife should be, I asked piously: I didn't hurt you, did I?You don't hate me yet, do you?The answer is: hate!you shut up!It's not like the way couples get along.Because there are nights, I have been completely confused.My story can start again: on a certain day of a certain month and year, in Fenghuang Village, in the backyard of Xue Song’s house, that beautiful female assassin was sitting on a bundle of straw, with her hands and feet bound by a wooden yoke.Her body was fair with a hint of lavender.Standing in front of her, Hongxian felt that this body was beautiful, so he stared at her.This made her feel ashamed, so she put the yoke on her knees to cover it a little bit; looking around, all she saw were solemn and heavy instruments of torture, densely packed.As an assassin, she would always come to some terrible place after being captured by mistake. She was mentally prepared for this.But she still doesn't know where the world is.At the same time, because of the assassin's arrival, the progress of Hongxian and Xue Song's life has also been interrupted... I really don't know where this story will lead me.