Chapter 87 Section 2

When I came to work, I stood at the gate of Wanshou Temple, looking at the name of the temple engraved on the bricks for a long time.The name blew me away.As you know, I lost my memory, and after I came out of the hospital, the first name I saw was "Wanshou Temple"; this seems to be an eternal fate.I looked at it with a miserable mood, and the woman in white walked past me and said, "Why are you so stupid, go in quickly."So, I went in. In the morning, the Wanshou Temple was silent, and the sunlight floated on the top of the white bark pine and on the glazed tiles of the Daxiong Hall.The yellow of the sun itself blends with the pollen of the pine trees and the gold of the glazed tiles; the whole temple seems to be soaked in water that has dissolved iron rust.At this moment, she came to sit in my room, moved the square wooden stool, sat leaning against the door, carefully pressed the corner of her skirt under her body; in the sunlight, she looked at me calmly as usual.It was this gesture that gave me the urge to shock her... In thought, I bit my hand.She stood up and said to me: Don't bite your hands, just walk out, with a good manner... She walked in all ages like this.

I followed the woman in white.More accurately he said, I was following her calf.Viewed from the rear, the calf is long, well proportioned and well muscled.Later, I walked up to her and told her about it; she smiled and said: Is that so, you commented on me like this—this kind of tone is not like in the Tang Dynasty, not in this world; but her white breath is like The smoke immediately mixed with the snow and fog all over the sky, bringing a sense of reality.I was wearing a suit of dark tweed that smelled slightly of livestock.The snowflakes scattered on the clothes and turned into many fine water droplets; and I also wore a pair of black leather boots.But she is very thin... This made me feel embarrassed and thought: I need to find a warm place.But she smiled and said: It's okay, I'm not cold.These smiles floated on her flushed face, which made people feel that she was really not cold.Later, I walked side by side with her, and she stretched out a hand, a cold little hand.It broke free from the grip of my right hand, slid into the wide sleeve, and then slipped into the back of the placket, against my chest.Meanwhile, the black streets are as slippery as a mirror.When it was time, I pulled her into my arms and wrapped her in my cloak.There is a layer of aroma on her short hair, which is different from the slightly sour jasmine and the bitter oleander, but it is almost the aroma of new rice; at the same time, it brings the creaminess of nakedness.

In the snow and fog all over the sky, I followed a beige dress and a scent of new rice.In addition to the black street and the white sky, there was the eaves looming behind the dense snowflakes in the field of vision; Flat house, nothing else here but polished wood floors.I prefer the siding on the sides to the smooth wood as they are nailed with bark planks for a rustic feel.On the front of the house, there is a sliding door made of paper, through which pale snow light penetrates.I thought there was a balcony with railings outside, but after she opened the door, I realized that there was no balcony, and there was a vast black river below—the kind of transparent black water, similar to human pupils; Looking down, the black water is tumbling like a pot of boiling soup, and the yellow pebbles under the water are clearly visible.The woman in white quickly took off her clothes, revealing a body I had already seen... She grabbed the white rope tied under the eaves with one hand, and grabbed my collar with the other hand, pulling her slender, compact body On me—in other words, on the black felt.By the way, the white rope is made of cotton thread, thick but soft; there is a knot at every other section, so it is a rope ladder that hangs down to the water.After a while, she let me go, swinging on the rope, parting the swirling snowflakes, and descending unsteadily into the river.At this time, there was no sound and no one; there was only black and white scenery.I don't know what this means.However, it is by no means meaningless.