Chapter 51 Section 5

Anyway, the old whore has decided to kill the little whore, and her determination is unshakable.But the little prostitute was still not reconciled. She said the rebuttal to the old prostitute several times, and deliberately said every word, pouting her lips, so that she could see even if she couldn't hear it.But the old prostitute just pretended not to hear or see, but she was thinking about the reason to refute it in her heart. Finally, she put her hand from her ear and said, "Little bitch; since you are a scum, you are not a sister in the same profession."I'm not a scum to kill you.After finishing speaking, he grabbed the knife in his hand and came forward to kill the little prostitute.If it wasn't for the little prostitute's quick talk, she would have killed her.She immediately thought of a rebuttal: No, no, I am neither a sister in the same company, nor the same as you, how can I be regarded as a scum.So I'm still in the same category as you.As soon as the old prostitute made a mistake, she quickly dropped the knife and covered her ears again.My wife later commented that this paragraph is like some kind of cliché in Jin Yong's novels, but I don't think so.Academics are always stuck in clichés, which is their weakness and can be exploited.It's a pity that the liberals and the academics are bickering. Although they can take advantage of some words, they can't improve their own status, because the knife is in the hands of others.

There is another way of telling the story, which is not so complicated.In this way of speaking, the old whore didn't talk nonsense with the little whore, and the little whore didn't spit out the smelly socks.The former just wanted to drag the latter out of the house to kill, in case the blood stained the floor; she didn't expect it to be so difficult.At first she wanted to drag her from the upper body of the little prostitute, but she didn't expect the girl to roll wildly like a fish that just came out of the water, bumping her head on her nose; the bump made her feel oil, salt, sauce and vinegar dripping out of her mouth and nose ──This is of course a metaphor, soy sauce and vinegar did not flow from her mouth, in fact, blood flowed out.Later, she planned to start from the direction of the feet.This time the girl was quieter, lying on her back on the floor, raising her feet to the sky, and when the old prostitute approached, she kicked her out of the room.At dawn, when the assassins returned from Xue Song's defeat, they found that the appearance of the old prostitute's house had changed a lot; human-shaped holes were left everywhere on the paper windows, paper doors, and paper walls.While speaking, the old prostitute fell out of the house again and fell to the ground.This surprised the assassins and exclaimed: What are you doing?She answered: I'll drag that bitch out and kill him; and they said: Yes?I can't see that you are dragging her.Those people were all red and swollen from the bee sting, and turned purple against the blue color.

I should start with the little whore.In my mind, this girl is like this: in the center of her brown face, there are a few fine spots on the tip of the nose, and the eyes are surprisingly large.When you see her, you will be in a good mood, and you will forget it soon after breaking up.If you say that a man like this is fit to be killed, I'm going to say that's not my intention.All in all, she and the old prostitute came to Xiangxi with Xue Song, and they are both the founders of Fenghuangzhai, so there is no distinction between high and low status.From the standpoint of the old whore, kill one founder, capture another founder, and the remaining founder is herself.From then on, she was the natural owner of Phoenix Village.Now this way of writing is undoubtedly more correct than before.

At dawn, the little prostitute was surrounded by the old prostitutes and a group of blue assassins in the center of Fenghuangzhai.Those people neither killed Hongxian nor captured Xue Song, so they wanted to kill her to make up for it.The girl heard their intentions, sighed and said: Well, I agree.It seems that I don't want to agree.But you should also let me know what happened to Xue Song and Hongxian.Since last night, she has not seen Hongxian nor Xue Song; the former is her friend, while the latter is her lover.Concern about their whereabouts is a matter of course.Even the old prostitute and the assassin leader thought this request was reasonable.But they don't know what happened to Hong Xian and Xue Song.If you don't know, you can't kill her.

Now let's talk about why the girl hates blue.On the grass in western Hunan, the blue is like smoke, and the past is like smoke.In the early morning, the dew-wet grass is a deep blue stretching to the sky; the sky is now gray.This blue color is similar to the smoke hanging over the stockade at dusk.It is true that the sky at noon is also blue, and the reflections on calm water are also blue at this time, but these two blues are not noticed.Therefore, such a situation has been created: only the dark blue like smoke is called blue, and other colors are not called blue.Every morning, as the little whore walked out onto the blue grass with her arms folded, the past was mingling in her mind.Because she hates the past, she also hates blue.Why she came out on the grass if she hated remembering the past--I can't explain that either.All I can explain is why blue is despicable: our leaders always wear blue uniforms.Later, when she was lying on the floor of the old prostitute's house, she thought this way: since she was caught by the blue smoke, she would get a blue smoke death.Specifically, it may be like this: she was taken outside the door, covered in blue, and fell head-down into a tin bucket filled with blue ink.After that, she disappeared from now and returned to the past...

According to the clues left before, those assassins and old prostitutes wanted to kill this little prostitute, and she said to them in a submissive manner: Well, do as you like; but you have to tell me, what about Xue Song and Hongxian? but she put on a posture that refuses to submit, her whole body is in an S shape.At the top of the S are her feet bound together, followed by her calves and tucked knees.The thighs and butt folded back in the opposite direction.The bottom of this S shape is her entire body.She took out this posture, ready to kick people with her feet.Of course, the position was a bit inelegant, because the shame was exposed, facing the person she was trying to kick.The old prostitute reprimanded her and said: How can this be!Always look good in front of men!But the little prostitute resolutely replied: I am not looking good, what can you do!If you don't tell me what happened to Xue Song, I won't let you kill him!Of course, those assassins could swarm up and grab the little whore, like an eel, pull her curled body away, and chop off her head with a knife.But those assassins felt that it was inappropriate to do so: everyone was well-bred, how could they be killed if they were not allowed to kill them? Besides, the assassins were all men, and they always had to give way to women.But it was impossible to tell her what happened to Xue Song, because they didn't know.Of course, they could also lie and say: We killed both of them; but this is impossible, everyone is educated, how can they lie.The leader of the assassin smiled embarrassedly and said, "Okay, then I won't kill you for now."The little prostitute was very happy and said: Thank you!He put his legs down, turned over and sat up.Of course, now is a good time to kill her, to rush in and kill her with a single blow.But the assassin leader felt that it was not appropriate to do so.So, they didn't kill the little whore.