Chapter 82 Section 2 4

Looking at this story now, it seems that it can only happen after Xue Song returned from Xiangxi.That being the case, I must give a clear account of what happened in Xiangxi.I began to think about what happened to the red line, what happened to the little prostitute, and what happened to Tian Chengsi, feeling overwhelmed.Especially Tian Chengsi, he pressed on me like a huge toad, making me breathless.The toad has soft, lumpy skin and a fishy smell, so it's really uncomfortable to be pressed by it.According to history books, Dong Zhuo was fat and unlovable, but he had many concubines.Dong Zhuo's concubine must be familiar with this feeling of being suppressed.In addition, I was Xue Song for a while, Xue Song's lover for a while, and Xue Song's cousin for a while; this seems to be a kind of fault.But I suddenly realized that I was writing a novel.Fiction is not subject to such restrictions.I can be anytime, anywhere.I can be anyone.I can refuse any time, any place, anyone.If this were not the case, why would there be a novel.

Later, the girl who escaped from the tower lived in Chang'an City.I like this girl very much, just as I like Chang'an City at this time: streets full of fallen leaves, rows of two-story buildings, and closed doors and windows.Chang'an City is full of squat sycamores, which provide the first large fallen leaves; everywhere are young ginkgo trees, which provide later apricot-yellow fallen leaves, which are like butterflies, always flying in the sky and never falling to the ground; Drilling poplar, provides crisp fallen foliage.Finally, there is the rare maple tree, whose leaves are like blood that cannot be forgotten, condensed on the branches.Throughout the free and unrestrained autumn, Chang'an is an empty city.You can swim all over Chang'an like the wind without hindrance.Until the end, I saw this girl in a small street, on a distant overpass, standing alone, dressed in white as snow.As Xue Song, what you see is such a scene, which is quite satisfying.But I want to be that girl more, standing on the railing on the overpass; I saw Xue Song striding forward, waving a black cloak, under the bloody sun and among the falling leaves like waves.This guy is not only like a horse thief, he is like a bandit... I am a little tired of being Xue Song, but looking at him from a distance, I still feel full of interest.

If you read this novel in Chang'an City, you will find that its starting point is in the Wanshou Temple thousands of years later, where there is a man in gray clothes who lives like a wimp; he dares to say that "it's a bit boring to be Xue Song". , Excluding all the things he came up with, he is simply so arrogant that he doesn't know where to go. Before Xue Song arrived, I walked into my room.Everything in this house has changed except what cannot be changed.What can't be changed is the geometry of the house, narrow and long, leading to the zenith, but I like the shape.The straw mats and upholstery of the past were all gone, and the walls and floor were replaced by smooth polished oak planks.Of course, if you push away a certain wooden board on the wall, there will be a cabinet behind with clothes, bedding, etc., but you can’t see it from the outside, and the skylight above your head is gone, replaced by a row of bright tiles, like A slit runs through the room from east to west.So the light from overhead split the room in two.In this house, like summer in the far north, there are extremely long days and extremely short nights.Clouds from south to north pass over the roof in an instant, while clouds from east to west linger overhead.The sky in this season is as blue as the Arctic Ocean.It's the painter's season.

After escaping from the Tower, I was on my own.Maybe, as you can guess, I'm a painter, maybe I'm someone else who earns his own living and is called "Sir" by men and women alike.I like being a "Mr.", except for one thing.This point is love.Xue Song walked into this room, turned around and closed the door.At this moment, there was an earthquake in my body, and I wanted to jump on him, wrap my legs around his legs and climb up... A woman is like this house, many things can be changed, but there is one thing that cannot be changed.The place that cannot be changed is the most essential place.

Later, Xue Song walked towards me, and I stepped back, maintaining the old distance, as if dancing a strange pas de deux.In this way, we stopped in the middle of the house, with the distance of two arms hidden; the black and white clothes fell from our bodies, and at first they still maintained the shape of the human body, and then finally recovered their true colors and fell to the ground.Xue Song seemed to never grow old, with darker skin, like a man made of copper, with a big skeleton, but thin, muscular, and not much hair on his body, except for his lower abdomen.The guy was cross-eyed and had a bad smile, but he was a nice guy.He was like this when I knew him, and he is still like this now.He ducked his head, wiggled his toes, then looked up with a smile on his face.He wasn't going to smile casually—and sure enough, he got an erection.That thing is really ugly... Xue Song has a mustache, and the whole beard is connected into one piece, forming a line.And on the lower part of his body, the pubic hair is like a thick beard, and that thing is like a big upturned nose, this face is really ridiculous...

And I myself was round and petite, standing straight with tight legs.Between the legs was a straight line, barely visible in the white haze.If it wasn't so straight, it would have been invisible...I was as dignified as I was in the tower, expressionless despite his amusedness.But the smile is unstoppable, and the scenery with still water will be chaotic after all──The gap becomes obvious──As you know, I am writing this story in Wanshou Temple, and the woman in white is watching by me with.She tapped me on the head once, and shouted: What a pervert!I can't write any more... No matter what the woman in white clothes says, I always want to be round and petite, lying on the hard oak floor, looking at the sky on the bright tile roof, lying on the open ground, the sky will never be so far away, it seems to disappear ; the cloud will not be so close, as if to float in from the roof.At first, I lay very flat, like a carved stone lying flat on the floor, with a flat expression, gray lips tightly closed, and cold body, as if I had been asleep for a thousand years.Then, the lips became blood-colored and gradually became bright red, and there was breath in the nose; the shoulders were slightly lifted, the breasts were protruding, the abdomen was sunken, and the buttocks were raised.After that, I raised a hand and hugged Xue Song's shoulder.Afterwards, in the dustless and odorless air in this room, there was the smell of Xue Song.Frankly, the taste is not flattering, but it's good here and now.My other hand was on his waist.And just like that, I lifted off the floor and floated into the air for love.Love is a round, fiery stick that floats in the air, usually hideously ugly, and only here and now is good.After writing this sentence, I jumped up angrily, and yelled at the woman in white: If you have any opinions, you can just say it directly, don't knock your head.This is not a drum, you can always beat it!Shouting like this made her a little embarrassed.After choking for a moment, he said, "It's not that I want to hit you—it's not easy to joke about things like this."I said: I am very serious, how is it a joke!She immediately replied: Come on, I didn't just meet you today.You're full of bad water, you're a bad thing... After she finished speaking, she left.I was left alone in a daze, thinking of Victor Hugo's.Everyone in that person looked at him with a smiley face, only he took himself seriously-but I couldn't remember who Victor Hugo was.I don't know what's going on, but I know that if I ask the woman in white, I will definitely be beaten.