Chapter 59 Section 1

I don't have to open my eyes to know it's morning; the stillness of morning is different from midnight.Something soft touches my body, from throat to chest, all the way down; I think it's her lips.There are also some hairs rustling on the sides of the body.At the same time, I smell her body odor, like a bitter lotus, and feel her exhale in my belly, like a warm mist.Although I like it, I am also terrified, because the part below is very indecent.I'm terrified of her getting close there.Perhaps it was because of fear that the thing suddenly stood upright.She patted on it, and shouted: I hate it!get up!I turned over and sat up, shaking my heavy head, not sure who hated it, me or it.

Before I opened my eyes, I knew that a profound change had taken place in me, but it was not another loss of memory: the things I did and the manuscript I wrote yesterday were still in my mind, but I was dissatisfied with what I had done, feeling too too vulgar.From now on, I will be more refined.While making such a determination, I also feel that I am a bit contrived. Because the word wife is very vulgar, I decided to call her the woman in white.Because she always wears a white calico dress, and the fabric is always very soft, as if it has been washed many times.So she's wrapped tightly in that fabric, which is very pleasing to the eye.As she walked past me, I took it and twirled the skirt.She immediately said: Don't mess around—get up, you're going to be late.I immediately took my hand back, put it in my mouth, and punished the hand in this way, thinking to myself: It seems that this behavior is not very elegant... I should get over this morbid hobby.I now often put my hand in my mouth and bite, but it no longer makes me anxious.Because now I have realized that people must have noble sentiments, that is to say, I know good and evil, and I am no longer in a state of chaos.Other problems will be solved soon.

To this woman in white, it needs to be added that she is also very elegant when riding a bicycle; because she straightens her neck, her posture is upright, her calves rise and fall leisurely under her skirt; driving in the gray fog—like a proud white swans, cruising in the lake with rising fog. ... I accidentally ran a red light, and while looking at the police at the intersection, I pushed the car back awkwardly, back within the white line at the intersection.At this time, she was smiling all over her face and said: Do you want to be hit by a car again?I thought about it seriously, thought of the dirty air in the ward, and the sound of others urinating in my ears, and answered sincerely: No.I don't want to be hit by a car again, it will be broken.She laughed, grabbed the clothes on my shoulders, stretched out her head and kissed me on the cheek, and said, it's so funny.I wanted to hear more from her, but the green light came on.We rode our bicycles again and drove to Wanshou Temple.

Now re-reading my manuscript, some places do not satisfy me.For example, the old whore with a pointy milk pouch and a yellow beard who walks like a wobbly polar bear is totally useless.This is not my intention.As someone who has lost my memory, my intentions are always hidden.According to this intention, there should be no totally undesirable person in the story—even if she is an academic prostitute.What's more, this woman in white, if you don't say that she is an academic, it is not enough to describe her temperament.I have great good intentions for the academics, but because the original intention is hidden, I have also been concealed.

Therefore, it is very likely that the old academic whore is not old, she looks about forty-four or five years old; , she was not ashamed.Although there are many fine wrinkles on her face, she doesn't have a yellow beard, and only some yellow hairs grow on the back of her hands and the outside of her forearms.Generally speaking, her body is like a ripe peach, although it is soft, there is nothing disgusting about it, it will rot if it is ripe again.This description of a middle-aged woman reassures my conscience, because it shows that I am good after all.In fact, this woman is not only not old, but also has a good heart, but she is a little weird; once she has decided on something, she will never change it.If this story is considered in this way, it is quite different from the previous one.

When my story resumes, the old whore is neither old nor ugly, just a bit of a goofy; or rather, a bit of two hundred and fifty.This is reflected in the balcony of her home.Here is a wooden railing, or rather a handrail.There are many seats on this handrail, and some porcelain pots are installed on it, and there are various melon seeds in them, including white melon seeds, black melon seeds, sunflower seeds, rose melon seeds, snake gall melon seeds, etc. It seems that it is not a whore, but a group of parrots.She often sends men to the balcony, knocks the melon seeds, tilts her head and looks him up and down, finally spits out the melon seeds, shakes her head, and says: It's so ugly.This refers to the glans hanging from his waist.That thing hangs crookedly like a hanged ghost, which is a bit ugly.On a pillar of the verandah hangs a bunch of slivers.She took off one, held it in her hand, and said in a commanding tone: "Untie it!"This is to order the man to untie the tied bamboo strip, and she wants to tie the bamboo strip with her own hands.When the man untied the strip around his waist, she rubbed the strip in her hands to make it soft; then, like a tailor measuring his waist, she stretched her hands towards his waist, and after many twists and turns, finally tied it. Finished the stick, hanged the glans; then she stepped back and continued to crack the melon seeds, admiring her masterpiece.This time it wasn't crooked, it just tilted its head up, like a toad floating on the water with its head up.After looking at it for a long time, she finally came to her own conclusion and said: It's even uglier!He rushed back to his room and never came out again.When others came to her, she was always knocking melon seeds, tilting her head and looking at his waist; finally, she finally spat out two pieces of melon seed skins, and said, "It's so ugly—take them off."He went into the house by himself.

It may be added about the old whore that she was soft.The belly is soft, the cheeks are soft, the hips are soft, and the breasts are soft.Soft to the point of wrinkling.Although it can still maintain a good shape, it is about to collapse.Under her breasts, there are two curved wrinkles, which are composed of countless fine wrinkles; when you look closely, they look like ropes.She often let Xue Song look at these two wrinkles, and said: I am already like this, why don't you come and spend more time with me.On the outside of her elbows, there are two pieces of loose skin, about the size of a copper coin, dark in color, like a sponge cushion; on these two pieces of loose skin, there are also countless wrinkles.The same loose bark grew on the knees, larger than the elbows.She often showed the four pieces of pine bark to men, and said in a rush: "Look, is this still worth it?"I'm going to be fucked!Why don't you play with me soon?The little prostitute and the Miao women in the village agreed that the situation was not as serious as she said, and that this woman used this hand to win men over.On such occasions, they thought she was not old, but young.On another occasion they think the person is old and ugly.In this way, they have two contradictory views on her: if they say she is old and ugly, they think she is not old and ugly; if they say she is old and ugly, they think she is old and ugly. ugly.In this way, their attitudes towards her would not be contradictory.

This woman's attitude towards others is also full of contradictions.Every time she saw the little prostitute flirting with others on the verandah, she snapped, "It's so nasty!"Make a cushion for a man!Dirty to death!When it was her turn, she said nonchalantly: It's nothing, what woman doesn't make a cushion for a man.These two attitudes are also self-contradictory, one is for self and the other is for others.All the women in the village hated her to death, and she also hated every woman to death.This is nothing unusual, it's like this among women.Of all the women she hated Red Thread the most, which was no wonder, because Red Thread had robbed her of men.

This woman loves Xue Song very much, because Xue Song is the most gentle man in Fenghuang Village.If he didn't come to spend the night, she would sleep alone with a kapok pillow between her legs; and the next morning, she would go around telling others that the bastard didn't come last night again.Sooner or later I will kill him!People thought she was just talking, but she really did it.Although he didn't kill Xue Song, but just killed the red line, it was enough to shock the world.She has a few Eastern Roman gold coins, which are her life savings, and she often uses them to bite with her teeth when she is free. She thinks that it is more enjoyable to bite with her teeth than to look at them with her eyes.Those gold coins were full of her teeth marks.Later, she used the money to hire some assassins to kill Hongxian and get Xue Song back.As far as I know, she immediately regretted it.On the one hand, it was because she was reluctant to part with the money, and on the other hand, she also felt that it was too much to kill others.Later, when the little prostitute asked her why she did such a thing, she replied sternly: I'm jealous.What's the matter, haven't you ever been jealous?