Chapter 88 Section 3

In the ancient city of Chang'an, there was a black river with some wooden hanging buildings on the steep bank.I am in one of the buildings.The woman in white I love goes swimming in the river through the swirling snowflakes.This woman's body is white and slender, and in the black hanging building, she is like a ray of light from the ceiling; she is like a cat on the terrazzo floor—this was before she went down to the river.I don't know who she is, I just know that she is my love──When she came out of the river, her skin was covered with water.Under the water stains, the body becomes like translucent jade, or frosted glass.The whole room is filled with the humidity of a snowy day, and the skin feels like fine water mist on the glass... In the cold water vapor, the fragrance of new rice intensifies.

I'm in a wooden house by the river, the floor here is so flat that people's shadows can be reflected.I could finally hear the sound of the river, the water churning on its banks.In theory, there are many things that are heavier than water.But I can't imagine anything heavier than running water.Every time a wave rushed to the shore, the whole hanging building trembled.In this rickety house, I was close to her body.She is both cold and warm, warm and calm.Against the black and white background, she gradually becomes transparent and finally disappears completely.At the same time, the aroma of new rice is getting stronger and stronger.At the same time she said, isn't it good?The sound spread throughout the room.That's fine, at least it doesn't get in the way.I went deep into her body which is both empty and dense, those non-existent hairs fluttered in front of me; there were two indistinct breaths on my shoulders... When everything was over, she reappeared in my body In the arms; a cold nose with small wings, and breasts like a pair of white doves—to be honest, it doesn't look like it.I just said it snuggled in my arms. This is the story of me and the woman in white, but it can also be the story of Xue Song and his lover.Anyone can.In this city, names mean nothing.

On the glassy floor, I also want to disappear.Lose my name, lose my body, only keep the echoing voice living in the four walls and the smoothness of being naked; then, I can sway, ride the wind, roam the Chang'an city in the snow. Outside the open windows of the Diaolou by the river, the snow flakes became dense, as if some brushes dipped in white paste were brushing non-stop. The outside of the black cloak was getting colder and colder, and the air-conditioning pierced my facial nerves like an awl.But inside that cloak, in this black and white space, is as warm as spring.She no longer smelled of new rice, but of Milan.Milan is a flower with a bittersweet aroma.In my opinion, the black and white space, the sharp temperature difference between hot and cold, plus the bitterly sweet flowers are called "sex".I didn't agree with her disappearing again, so I grabbed her wrist tightly... So she straightened up, put her white shoulders out of the cloak, and licked her lips.Anyway, the second time passed as naturally as the flow of water.After that, she knelt up on both sides of my body and turned around; after that, she leaned against me, and I leaned against the wall, just sitting like this.I don't understand why, just sitting gives me so much satisfaction.

I couldn't help writing this story, feeling it was entirely fictional.After reading it, the woman in white said: Anyway, I don't agree with you writing everything down.This statement took me by surprise: from the tone of her voice, it seemed to have happened.Could it be that I had sex with her in Chang'an City?How can I not remember my age... I need memory.Could this be memory?