Chapter 78 Section 5

The above story can happen before Xue Song arrives at Fenghuangzhai, or after Xue Song leaves Fenghuangzhai; therefore, it can be the beginning or the end of the story.The woman in the story can be an old whore, a little whore, a red thread, or another woman.Only Xue Song is always the same.This is because I like Xue Song. This golden pagoda is full of beauties, and the most beautiful women in Chang'an live in it.It is the greatest honor for a woman to enter this tower, but beauty has no place in this tower.The academy is the same place. Being able to enter the academy shows that you are very smart, but being smart is the last thing you need in the academy.If you stay here for a long time, you will go crazy-that's how I explain myself.I studied history for seven years, four years as an undergraduate, three years as a postgraduate, and stayed in Wanshou Temple for ten and a half years.I won't be any wiser if I stay any longer.If the girl in the tower stayed there for so long, she should be in her mid-thirties, the most beautiful age for a woman.She will not be more beautiful if she stays any longer.

In the blink of an eye, it was already autumn, and the people in the tower took off their yellow satin and put on cashmere robes.I'm probably the last one to change seasons, because I love the coolness of autumn -- it's late autumn now.In the morning of late autumn, there is a kind of dark gray fog covering everything, passing through the window screen and getting into the net-it is both fog and dew.The yellow satin was no longer whirling, and the surface of the cashmere was also covered with a layer of water droplets.At this point I was changing clothes in front of the mirror.This mirror has a clumsy mirror base and thick lenses, all made of black bronze, with a pattern of silver threads on the back of the mirror, and a layer of tin plated on the mirror—but Xue Song lied to the old godly woman in charge of the general affairs Said it was plated with silver.Most of the utensils in this tower are made by Xue Song, because Xue Song always makes the best things.Because of this, a sign was erected at the entrance of the pagoda: Those who do not know how to play chess, calligraphy, calligraphy, and Xue Song are not allowed to enter.As you know, this brand picks up the wisdom of the Pythagorean school in ancient Greece.In this pagoda, people think that the level of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is very high, while the level of skilled craftsmen is very low.Xue Song is the most outstanding of all skilled craftsmen, so he has the lowest level; even if he knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he cannot be allowed in.Frankly speaking, I think this algorithm is problematic: Even if the level of skilled craftsmen is low, the best level of skilled craftsmen should be higher; he should not be counted as the lowest level.However, I also don't want to reason with the old godmother.Because a woman's level of reasoning with her lover is already very low, and if she wins, her level will be even lower.That being the case, it is better not to reason.

Under the golden pagoda, all the apple trees have green leaves, similar to the rubber trees in the south; and they are full of bright red fruits, which will change from red to purple on the branches, and finally turn brown and black, At the same time, it gradually shrinks and looks like a dead leaf or a moth that looks like a dead leaf.Fortunately, these were ruby ​​apples, which were good to look at, not tasty; so it was no particular pity to let them die.This is the only place in China where there are apple trees, and other places only have "Yaozi", which is also a kind of apple. The tree is majestic, like an old oak tree hundreds of years old, but each tree only bears a few fruits , tastes like a cotton cover -- albeit sweet.The maples and beeches at the water's edge were bright red, but the water was an unfathomable dark green.Over this landscape, there is a light mist, half fog, half dew.

The shape of the body seen in the mirror was still the same, still white, but because it was softening, it was a little golden.So it needs Xue Song, and Xue Song also needs it especially because his body is softening.If a body is young, fresh, and firm in texture, it needs only to be touched, and only when it softens does it need to penetrate into its interior.After seeing clearly, she put on a fine woolen robe, which hazyly covered her whole body, like a hazy love.But Menglong's love is not enough, she needs direct love. There has to be a holistic approach to the story of the golden pagoda.First, there is a girl in this tower, looking at herself in a tin-bronze mirror.Her body was still fair, but because of the coming of autumn, it was dyed a little yellow.The autumn sun always carries this hue, even at noon.Outside the window, everything is dying: it is the most beautiful season and the shortest.Therefore, there must be Xue Song──Xue Song is love.

Secondly, Xue Song was outside the tower, wearing a black cloak, wandering on the stone bank, looking at the tower from all directions, thinking hard about the way to get in.He was thinking of all kinds of ways: to climb up the pagoda at night; to get into the basement through the sewer and then climb the stairs; to fly up by kite.Therefore, there must be a girl in the tower, and this girl is love. In addition, there is a third consideration. In the morning, the stone peninsula is filled with gray smoke—it is both fog and dew. Wherever the smoke goes, everything is wet, and the iceman's fingertips ; It makes the scrotum tighten and the penis protrudes; or the hair is wet and the skin is taut.This dew is love.Therefore, if there is Xue Song, there must be a woman in the tower.I personally find this last consideration to be untrue, but it is quite novel, and it is my favorite one. As a modernist, I think it does not matter whether it is true or not.But the woman in white wants to slap me on the mouth: We are not love, but dew is love?Get out of your way!This puts forward a new way of thinking: the other party is not love, and the environment is not love. "We" is love.Now the question is: who are those "us"?