Chapter 91 Section 1

In the evening, I am at home.I turned off the lights because it was extremely hot and stuffy.Through the plastic shutters, you can see the dim yellow light from the windows on the opposite floor.This reminds me of Mayakovsky's poem ─ ─ "burning cards one by one".I thought I wouldn't remember who Mayakovsky was, but I do.He is a Soviet Russian poet.His fate was very tragic.My memory is so clear that there seems to be nothing I can't remember -- I'm terrified of myself. There is a street lamp in front of my window, streaking like fire.The woman in white stood in the stripes, with her back to me, wearing only a pair of small cotton underwear.I stood up and walked towards her, trying to see her in the light and dark as best I could.Her body is slender and slender like a girl, and she stands upright like a girl, admiring the patterns on the wall.I couldn't help but put my hands on her back.She turned and the stripes lined her neck and chest like a glorious dress.

I'm still in Chang'an City.When it snowed, day and night were not very distinct, and the house became much darker before you knew it; besides, the open window frames were already covered with thick snow.The outline of the snow is bloated, as if it is expanding.The woman in white divided the black cloak into two parts, stood up, and said, "Let's go, we can't stay here all the time."Then he walked towards his clothes in the corner of the room.In a geometric sense, she was leaving me.But in fact it is the opposite.Any man in my position would agree with me, so long as the walking naked lady has a long neck and a long silky lock of hair hanging down in the middle of her black hairline; Also, the woman's body is long, slender, and her hips are graceful -- that is, compact and moderately full -- which will make you agree with me even more.Seeing things in the snow light is quite blurry, but this blur is just right... When she bent down and got into her dress, I felt even more elated... Later, she tied every leather strap on the wooden shoes , it's time to leave.I can't bear to part with this house that has been completely darkened.But I also refused to miss this opportunity to walk into the heavy snow with her side by side.As mentioned, I don't consider myself academic.But in these narratives, there is the golden rule of the academic school, which is what they regard as the trinity of truth, goodness and beauty.

I looked at the woman in white in the stripes, the neck, breasts, and belly flowing in the light.She said to me: What's the matter?I said nothing.Just turn around and admire the pattern we left on the wall.On the wall we are two black figures.When the wind blows, electric eels swim around us.Suddenly, she jumped on my back, grabbed my waist with her smooth legs, put her hands around my neck, and whispered: What is "nothing"?At this moment, a bloated shadow appeared behind me.I couldn't help whispering: Mother Kangaroo... The name seemed to appear in my mind completely by accident.The woman in white quickly climbed up to my neck, clamped it with her legs, hugged my head with both hands, and said: "Okay, you even know the mother kangaroo!"Is this worth it?Now I am not like a mother kangaroo, but a mother tree, but unfortunately there are no roots under my feet.The center of gravity suddenly rose above my head, making it difficult for me to adapt.I finally fell down on the bed.Then, she stripped me naked, threw my clothes, shoes and socks to the corner of the wall, and said: You are really sick if you wear so much on such a hot day... At first, this violent attack made me tremble with fear; but suddenly Remember, she often attacks me like this.Whenever I did something or said anything to please her, she would attack me.It's not scary, she can't really hurt me.