Chapter 54 Section 2 3

According to this theory, Xue Song and Hong Xian lived on a plane made of wooden planks far away from the ground.During the day, climb up a ladder and pass through a four-inch-thick plank through a square hole to reach the place where Xue Song lives.There is a hanging garden here, with four square flower beds arranged in the shape of a field.every morning.Xue Song went to the center of the flower bed to welcome the fog in the forest, and at the same time found that the forest had become shorter.The towering giant trees turned into shrubs, the slender bamboos turned into reeds, and even the fog that filled the sky became knee-high fog.Xue Song was very satisfied with this, so he picked up the tools and started working.First, he waxes all the wood.The wood needs to be waterproof, insect-proof, rot-proof and moth-proof; this is not easy; waxing takes three hours, and then the back hurts.If you say that Xue Song spent a lot of effort to make himself guilty, I have no objection. While waxing the wood, he is still thinking about adding another layer to this platform. This layer should be like a theater. The box surrounds the garden, leaving a patio in the middle, so as not to block the sunlight needed by the garden. If you think that Xue Song's crimes have not been enough, I have no disagreement.

In the left front of the garden, near the guest entrance, there is a waterwheel, standing there like a huge wheel, Xue Song uses it to draw water to the platform.It is a pity that the waterwheel turns very heavy, not because it is badly built, but because of the high lift.Xue Song put up a sign next to the waterwheel, and said in the tone of the waterwheel, "Turn me around", which means that he wants to use the labor force of the guests.He himself lived in a small Japanese-style house behind the garden, sleeping on a hardwood plank with a thin straw mat and a square hardwood pillow.Only by living the simplest life can we maintain the motivation to work.He drank water and ate small packets of rice wrapped in banana leaves.The red line lives in a large pavilion on the right.The pavilion is also a lifting platform, on which the redline teak cages are placed.She sat in the middle of the cage and cracked melon seeds, took out melon seeds from a black glaze jar, and smashed the skin of melon seeds into a white jar.Later she shouted: Xue Song!Xue Song!Xue Song rushed over, still holding the scissors for pruning flowers and plants.He took out the jar containing melon seed skins and put in an empty jar.At the same time, Hongxian sat on the brown mat and knocked melon seeds, turned his head to look at Xue Song, and finally couldn't help but said: "Can you come in?"Xue Song squinted at the red thread (he was nearsighted because he was always doing fine work), looked all over her brown, shiny body, and thought she was so beautiful.He felt a sexual urge, but restrained himself, saying, Come in when you're done.Red Thread sighed, and said, "Okay, you put me down."So Xue Song moved the handle, put down the red thread and her cage, and landed on the car seat.Then he went back to his own business.His big hands were covered with rosin and solder burns from always soldering things.For example, welding tin lampshades, or tin chimneys.There is a small kitchen on this platform, and he wants to exhaust the cooking smoke to a far place so as not to pollute the immediate environment.He thought that the red line was working in the vegetable garden below in a car, but it was far from the case.She slipped out through the trap door under the cage, and chatted with the little whore.It is not appropriate to blame her, because she is still a child—if this story is true, it can explain why those assassins felt so dark when they entered Xue Song's house at night.This is because they walk under the foundations of other people's houses.Not to mention the night, even in the daytime, the place is quite dark.

There is another way of telling this story.Those assassins ransacked Xue Song's house. After visiting the cowshed and pigsty, they suddenly heard a girl's voice saying: "Uncle, uncle! Who are you looking for?" They widened their eyes and looked around, but what? I can't see it because it's too dark.Later, the girl said in a reproachful tone: Please light up.But the assassins hesitated.Assassins are known to dislike sticks with open flames.The assassin leader thought for a while, then slapped his thigh suddenly, and said: Yes!It should have been lit long ago!We are many.That is to say, since there are many people, they should like open flames and sticks.I like the head assassin very much because he has a high intelligence--academic people always have.