Chapter 94 Section 2 4

Even though it was a time of peace and prosperity, there were still night patrol soldiers in Chang'an City to arrest those who did not return home at night.Those men carried short loads on their shoulders and held torches in their hands, illuminating the falling snowflakes from the sky—every soldier on watch was a beam of light reaching the sky, and it was hard to imagine who would bump into these pillars.To me, they are like mercury lamps in Beijing.They are good guides if you know the patrol route.For this reason, we walked behind a group of patrolling soldiers, followed so closely that we could even hear their conversations, and if we were caught by them, it would be nothing more than a night out—a very light charge.There are also night watchmen in the city of Beijing. They walked past me and turned a blind eye to me.Because they're going to arrest two people, not one... But I'm kind of worried, what if I get caught.She was asked for her opinion on this.She immediately replied: "Then I will marry you." After being caught in the park, marrying here is also a way to cover up your ugliness.Then she said: I hate it, don't say this anymore.It seems that she does not want to marry me.

I finally understood that, for me, snow is a sex symbol.She and I walked in the heavy snow in Chang'an City; the snow was like a whole bunch of dandelions floating in the air.Because the night has fallen, every loose snow is wrapped in blue fireflies, so it's time to break up.A low-pitched thunder came from the snowy night sky, and the indistinct lightning seemed like distant fireworks.But in the distant city of Beijing, the time to break up has not yet come.It was at dawn, not midnight... Later, on a winter night in Beijing, I thought about these things and said: Sex is the most beautiful thing in the world.Immediately she got out of her coat and exclaimed, "Mother Kangaroo!You are a poet!Later, on a summer night in Beijing, I muttered: Mother Kangaroo is a poet... She immediately knelt up in the floating light, grabbed my handle and said: You know he is a poet— ─Let's celebrate!This reminds me that I often pretend to lose my memory and get it back later in order to celebrate.Now that the festivities are underway, it seems I have nothing left to lose.

From her point of view, my black coat and I must have looked like a black sea, and she herself dived in it like a fur seal (if there were white fur seals in this world), although the sea is not empty. One thing... she surfaced and reported to me: a big hard mushroom.I am speechless.She said again: Take a bite.I told her sternly: Don't bite, I will hurt.Then she dived down again and touched the big mushroom with the tips of her teeth and her tongue.And I continued to sit there, suffering from the itch from within.Under the black night sky outside, there is really nothing.After a while, she came to report again: "The big mushroom is very interesting."I asked sincerely: What is a big mushroom?

At night, our bed was a sea of ​​coral, and bright ripples were swimming on the bottom of the sea, and she was lying in the ripples, like a rain flower stone; she stretched out her hand and said to me: Come on.It was nice to be able to dive underwater on a muggy night.There is a ray that has invaded the bottom of the sea with a black shadow like a cloud. This is me, and our previous celebrations were not of this kind.This is because we hadn't been caught yet.The workers' militia patrolling at midnight passed by, but they just looked at my big belly in amazement-it was difficult to eat such a big belly with the food of that year.Of course, people are not all fools.One night, a young man deliberately left behind and came up to me to borrow fire.I shook my head and said, I don't smoke.But he moved closer, pouted at my big belly, and said in a low voice: Is there another one in here?I smiled at him.Therefore, in this world, there may still be people who remember the knowing smile on the side of the road under the mercury lamp in the cold night of 1975.