Chapter 21 Poetry and Prose.2

"I know your heart has changed, I know you hate me very much--very much, as you once loved me very much; but I won't let you go. I don't understand any of your new terms; I'm unlearned, Without thoughts, without your new thoughts, I am a person who has been spoiled by your so-called gentleman education; but I know I have myself. If I am not willing, you will never get close to my body before; if I am still willing to you, Now you don't want to kick me away, I can't let you sleep in another woman's arms!" These are the needle-like words that come from lips as lovely as roses.Youth C couldn't help his heart trembling.His provocative eyes shrunk now, slipped stealthily from between the long eyebrows, passed the charming mouth, the curved chin, the half-exposed white satin-like chest, and finally stopped under the tulle shirt Gently beating spiers of a pair of small mons.So a trembling of a different taste suddenly came to my heart.

"Hey, why bother talking about such nonsense?" The young man Bingxi said as if seeking reconciliation, and at the same time shuddered in his heart.He hated himself for being caught again this time.He couldn't get away no matter what.He has only recently realized his fragility: even though he hated the charming woman in front of him to the bone, he was unable to resist her doubts.When he was behind the scenes, he was determined to abandon her several times, even at the expense of acting out a tragedy; but when they met, he was left with the peaceful and apprehensive mood of "I hope she won't mess with me again".In a few more minutes, he would fall helplessly at her feet again, like a poor captive.His only escape now was not to see her.Another faint hope is to get some strength from my cousin; "Could it be my cousin's holy soul to pull me out of this terrible trouble?"

He often thinks so. "Nonsense, I think I should use my tongue more. But don't talk too much! I'm not fed on empty words. I want real things! That's what you said when you first asked me real thing." This shrill voice interrupted Young C's melancholy thoughts.While speaking, the woman smiled slightly, wrapped her left hand around Young C's shoulder blades, then stretched out her scarlet mouth, and pecked him on the cheek a few times. The coat mirror reflected the faces of the pair of people leaning on each other: the man had a look of "resignation" on his face, and the woman had a triumphant smile on her mouth.

"Why do you always say these few words?" C tried weakly to protest. "Gui, these words come out of your mouth, isn't it somehow inappropriate?" He stroked Gui's hair slowly, and continued, "You blame me for changing my heart, you blame me for not being as good as I used to be." When you are intimate with you, you even say that I hate you very much; Gui, I don’t want to argue whether your guesses are right or not, but Gui, you have to know that you have indeed changed recently, and you have changed a lot. Are you Every day is fleshy, every day is actualized, every day is superficial, hey, Gui, you have entered the era of ordinary and ugly prose too quickly."

The answer was a long, soul-stirring laugh. "The relationship between a man and a woman should be 'poetic'—'poetic'; it will always be ethereal, mysterious, melodic, and innocuous. This kind of delicate, poetic emotion is originally a unique product of women. But Gui, you have somehow lost these beauties; you say you want 'real things', you dress yourself up as pure reality, ugly, prose-like; - use positive words Say, it's lewdness..." C's discussion had to be stopped halfway.With a small crisp "pat", it was reported that Gui's fat palm was falling on Bing's mouth, and he took advantage of the momentum to hold the two red lips to prevent them from moving any more.C seemed startled suddenly, but then calmly turned his eyes to the right and looked at the roses on the desk; he hoped that there would be a quarrel—one that would prevent the two of them from seeing each other again, and they were embarrassed to see each other again. At the same time, he felt the ironing of his soft chest and it was hard to let go. Wandering in this contradictory emotion, he didn't dare to look Gui directly, and only secretly glanced at the coat mirror.However, Gui's face reflected in the coat mirror was not angry; instead, she smiled triumphantly and hugged Bing even more tightly.She is very charming and yet majestic said:

"You are not allowed to speak again! Because you are too good at lying." "What lie? But you can't help but admit your own disguise recently!" "I don't admit what you said in disguise. I only know what I want in my heart, and I say what I say. What about you, what kind of poetic relationship between men and women, what ethereal, mysterious, and spiritual love, but in reality You are drunk on meat, you are mad at the flesh, you pant and salivate like a dog! I remember, just like yesterday, how you worshiped my breasts, my thighs, my belly! Your gentleness , Nobility, excellence, are all your masks; you don't have the guts to show your true colors, and you still want to teach me a lesson, you are not ashamed!"

A few more unexpected laughs, Gui suddenly pushed Bing on the nearby sofa, and straddled his lap himself.There were two blushes at the tip of her brow, and her eyes were a little moist.This usually arouses Bing's excitement, but now Zegui's words seem to have hurt his self-esteem, so he does not feel happy when he is being caressed by such a sensual woman, but seems to be insulted .He wanted to have a fit, but he didn't have enough courage; he had to suffer aggrievedly. This kind of expression naturally couldn't hide from Gui's sharp eyes; she laughed triumphantly, and said softly:

"You men flatter women with words like shyness, seductiveness, softness, etc., saying that this is a woman's virtue, but in fact this is the bait you use; we women's natural weakness is that we like to compliment, we don't know I feel that I have swallowed your bait, and I am willing to be slaughtered by you. At school, the teachers also taught us to know shyness, seductiveness, and softness. I worshiped these three idols for at least ten years, until two It was only broken by you a month ago! You..." "Me? I broke yours?" Youth C interrupted hastily to argue.He was truly convinced that no such thing had been done.Gui bowed his head and bit Bing's lips lightly. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows and said with a giggly smile:

"Isn't it you? If I didn't break those three idols at that time, how could I, a widowed daughter-in-law of a respectable family, fall into the arms of you, a young man living at home? You, wise man lest I be not lewd, lest I be shy, lest I have what you men call a woman; , lest I cling to you and won't let go, you just called me lewd! Not bad, lewd, I admit it, and I'm not shy at all; you taught me this! You taught me the joy of youth Your right is sacred, and I have obeyed your teaching; this has become my new idol. Before this new idol is broken, I will surely entangle you, and I will never let go!"

There is no answer.Consistent with her proclamation, Gui is now adopting an even more fiery whirlwind action, completely softening and subduing Youth B. The darkness gradually crawled out from the four corners of the house, but the overcoat mirror was still squatting brightly, revealing Gui's rosy cheeks shining with the light of victory, and Bing's slightly pale mouth, panting hard.