Chapter 50 Section 4

My cousin and I met for the first time.The girl had a round head and a round face, and she also had a few spots on her nose.She twisted her body non-stop as she spoke to me.It's exotic and not obnoxious.She is likely to belong to the informal liberals.She can't speak Chinese, I can't speak Thai, and they spoke a few words of English to each other.She speaks Chaoshan dialect with my cousin, but my cousin is not from Chaoshan.She herself is not from Chaoshan, but there are many Chaoshan people in Thailand, and everyone can speak a few words of Chaoshan dialect.Where the little prostitute and Xue Song met, they also encountered this problem.He can't speak Cantonese, and she can't speak Shaanxi dialect.So everyone went to learn Hmong in order to communicate.Although I can speak English, I also want to learn some Teochew dialect.It's a pity that this language is useless other than talking to my cousin and daughter-in-law.

My cousin is very rich now, well-dressed, with a hint of nouveau riche air.On the surface, he respected me very much. He stood waiting for us at the door of the hotel, and shouted with a short tongue: Cousin, she is very beautiful!The next thing was annoying: he asked how we got here.Damn it, of course we came on the bus!I feel that as a cousin, I have the qualifications to scold my cousin.But the woman in white said without waiting for me to open my mouth: the bus will not be crowded, it will arrive soon.My cousin was very polite to us but was very mean to my cousin in law, yelling at her, the girl listened quietly and didn't argue with him.I can understand her mood: I invite your relatives today, so I have to let you have some, and let you be the head of the family for a while.When we were moved to the box, my cousin couldn't control his anus and let out a loud fart.The girl stuck her tongue out at me and smiled.I like her smile very much, but I am afraid that she will be killed because of it.

In Phoenix Village, when the assassins left, the old prostitute wanted to kill the young prostitute.So she waited until now because she felt that not killing people in front of men seemed to be a part of chastity.She was going to get rid of a black sheep in the profession, a black sheep in the whore's ranks.When doing this, she didn't have the slightest hesitation, but she was a little inexperienced.She found her own dagger, and clumsily swiped at him.Although she doesn't kill people often, she has some ideas about this matter, and knows that she should stab the opponent's heart with a knife.The question is: where is the heart.At first she thought that the center of the chest was the heart socket, but after pressing it with her fingers, she realized that it was the sternum, and she might not be able to pierce it.Later, she thought that the heart was on the left side, so she pushed the girl's left breast with her hands; she pushed it aside, and found that the ribs were underneath.Although this bone is softer, she is afraid that it will not move.Then she wanted to start her hands from the belly, and pick close to the heart from below.Just like this, the millet-like spots on the girl's skin became more and more dense.Later, she sat up abruptly, spat out the stinky socks, and said: Don't touch them!I have goosebumps all over my gut!The old prostitute was taken aback, and the dagger fell to the ground.After a long time, I asked: Can goosebumps appear in the intestines?The girl resolutely replied: Of course!You'll see when I poop out!The old prostitute was taken aback when she heard the words, and said to herself: What a vulgar language.This little bitch really had to be killed.Her determination is great, and it is getting bigger and bigger.But how to kill is always a problem.

Among other things, how to put the smelly socks back into the girl's mouth is a big problem.She tried several times, but was bitten by the opponent every time.The girl also said: Wait a minute, I have something to ask you.Why do you want to kill me?The old prostitute said: Because you don't obey women's morals, you are the scum of our business.The girl pondered and said: It really is for this.But what about you?Colluding with men to kill fellow sisters, aren't you a scum?The words were powerful enough to make the old whore dumbfounded.But the old woman dropped the knife just in time and plugged her ears.

I know it's inappropriate to mix the story of the old whore trying to kill the little whore with the story of my cousin taking us to dinner, but there's no other way, because I've come up with these stories at the dinner table.The little whore looks like my cousin, the old whore looks like my cousin.The old whore, like all moralists, was accustomed to reprimand, but not to reason.My cousin often yells at his cousin-in-law.And that girl, like all immoral people, is used to reasoning with people, but not used to scolding others.The cousin-in-law always answered her cousin's scolding with a pleasant face.

There are often conflicts between old prostitutes and young prostitutes, and every time the old prostitutes initiate it, but they can't end it.For example, as long as they appear in two different corridors at the same time, the old whore will stare at the ground and groan in a loud voice: It's time to shave your pubic hair, and you must always look like a man in front of men what.In this way the old whore provoked a moral debate, and she did not know how to end it.The girl immediately retorted: "Ask the elder sister, why does it look like shaving off the pubic hair?"She immediately had nothing to answer.In fact, Minglu is right in front of you. Just say, this is hygienic, and the little prostitute will be convinced; unless she is willing to admit that she is not hygienic.But the old whore just thought: How dare the little bitch contradict me!Shaking with anger, he turned around and went back to the house.On the contrary, if the little whore is in the corridor and says: Don't shave that hair, always look good in front of men; the old whore will also put away the razor and grow the pubic hair.The conflict between them has nothing to do with pubic hair, but with attitudes toward moral imperatives.By the way, I didn't understand a word of what my cousin and cousin-in-law were arguing about, it didn't seem to be about pubic hair.But judging from his cousin's appearance, as soon as we leave, he will kill his cousin and daughter-in-law.