Chapter 9 chapter eight

fiftieth day. The pomegranate tree in the Hanging Garden bears fruit. Cui Shan's nails were inlaid with dirt and dirt, which scratched his face several times, but picking pomegranates was very convenient.The fruits on the top of the tall building are small and hard, and when you put them in your mouth one by one, they are so sour that you almost lose your teeth.But she forced herself to eat it all, or the birds would take it away.The leftover pomegranate seeds are buried in the soil, will they take root next year?The lure of pomegranate fruit increases prey.Caught three little birds yesterday, before killing the poor little animals, as usual, I said sorry first, and prayed to their spirits to bless me to escape-is it too much to ask?But the confession is sincere.

The small helicopter landed on the concrete ground carrying bread and water.She opened the half-inch-wide cabin, and saw a small nail clipper—a pervert who knows my heart. I am very happy to receive such a small gift, it is like a best friend. In the afternoon, the microphone rang downstairs. Someone was introducing a certain high school, and the leader was speaking, as if chanting a mantra.Then there were many chorus songs, some mixed choruses of men and women were quite pleasant, and some were simply tone-deaf. Memories come back like tides, flooding over the dam unstoppably—ten years ago, Nanming Road was a bit desolate.Nanming Senior High School, surrounded by factory ruins on both sides of the wall, was a famous cemetery many years ago, and Ruan Lingyu was buried there underground.The students spread various supernatural stories, including the school library - people often saw mysterious candles lit up in the Midnight attic from the dormitory windows.Nanming High School is a key boarding school, and Cui Shan's grades in the senior high school entrance examination are quite good.My mother tried all kinds of methods, spent all her savings, and maybe even slept with some people, and finally got her daughter a household registration, so she had the opportunity to study here.

She curled up among the pomegranate bushes and vaguely saw a man.He has not aged at all, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, neatly combed hair, broad shoulders and a slender figure, he can always look good in casual suits.Just like seeing him for the first time, on the edge of the playground of Nanming High School, she left behind a few entangled boys and hid behind the wall of roses, with the deer thumping in her chest and the smell of mints in her mouth, on her sixteenth birthday . Teacher Rong. He also came to the Hanging Garden, with the lesson plan under his arm, and picked up chalk to write on the wall.The cement particles are rough, but it is a huge natural blackboard.Teacher Rong's handwriting is chic, and after school every day, he took Cui Shan to practice pen calligraphy alone, and only then gave her today's beautiful handwriting.At this moment, what he wrote was in the high school Chinese textbook——

Chi Chi, the gangster, holds Bumaosi.The bandits come to Maosi, and when they come, they come to me.Send Zisheqi, as for Dunqiu.The bandits have missed my time, and the son has no good matchmaker.The general is not angry, and autumn is expected.Take the other side of the wall to hope to recover the pass.I don't see it again, and I weep.Seeing the return pass, laughing and talking.There is no blame for Erbur's divination.Come with Erche, bribe with me.The mulberry has not fallen, and its leaves are ferocious.Yu sighed, no food for mulberries!I am a girl, I have nothing to do with scholars!It is still possible to talk about the delay of scholars.The procrastination of women cannot be said...

It actually covered the entire wall, but the amount of chalk in his hand did not decrease. "Hi teacher, I'm Cui Shan." Close your eyes, feel that he stopped writing on the blackboard, and his chapped lips are moist.One arm hugged her thin, bony back.Cui Shan also hugged him, through the man's suit and the steam from his mouth: "Don't forget, immortal life and prosperity." She was like a melting ice cube, with her cheeks pressed against his shoulders, she didn't dare to open her eyes, afraid that if she looked at him one more time, she would never be able to see him again.

"Never leave and never give up, and the youth will last forever." When I woke up, the sky was already dark.She gently touched the wall, hoping to find what remained, even if it was just a faint stroke. Missing the hunt in the afternoon, Cui Shan gnawed on the half loaf of bread left over from the morning and drank the rainwater in the mineral water bottle. Then, she grabbed the recorder and narrated the memories of eight years ago—— In the afternoon in the school library, on Saturday, there was no one in the dormitory, and the playground outside the window was eerily quiet.Spring petals floated onto the glass from time to time, and there was the smell of rotting old books and the male hormones in the teacher's body.How obsessed I was with that smell, I buried my head deeply in his arms, wanting to smash myself into pieces and stick to him.He turned on his laptop and watched the film adaptation of Duras's novel.

My first time was given to my high school Chinese teacher, who was also our class teacher, a man who looked like Liang Jiahui when he was silent. However, Mr. Rong was married before I became his student. It was the second half of the third year of high school, and on the eve of the college entrance examination, I wanted to marry him.The thirty-two-year-old man didn't comment, he just wallowed with me every weekend at a desk in an empty library. My grades plummeted, and my mother locked me at home and forced me to revise for half a month until the college entrance examination. Fortunately, the final total score was not too bad, and I was admitted to the S University in this city.

However, during the hot summer vacation of that year, when I found Teacher Rong again, I found out that he already had a new girlfriend who looked younger than me. This man told me to go, never come to him again, otherwise I will be finished for the rest of my life.The most unacceptable thing for me is that he also called me a little whore, because I seduced him on my own initiative. On the seventh day of the lunar calendar, I climbed to the roof of my house and decided to jump off it.I naively thought that this was the best way for me to punish him. Mom hugged me from behind. I survived, but later I often complained to my mother-why didn't I let me jump off the building and die, and I still had nightmares and woke up crying every night?

Are you OK?I'm very good. Xiaoshan lives in a mansion in the city center, has a super luxurious sky garden, and can sleep in the sun every day. Teacher Rong, I really want to invite you to my house as a guest, you must still be alive... The next day, early morning. The model airplane delivered food as usual, and Cui Shan stuffed the recording pen into the cabin door, and suddenly found something was wrong—a pinhole camera was hidden in the gap at the tail. He—no, it should be called X—does he want to secretly take a close-up shot of the sky garden?After all, when observing from the top of the opposite building, there will inevitably be blind spots, and this method can be used to see everything at a glance.

Or, X is still a nymphomaniac who candidly filmed shopping mall fitting rooms, girls' changing rooms and even toilets? Choi-sun grabs the helicopter and almost smashes it.The propeller was spinning rapidly, but she was holding it tightly in her hand. She had the ability to fly away with people and model airplanes?She dug into the gap in the tail of the aircraft with her sharpest nails, pulled out the pinhole camera abruptly, threw it to the ground and crushed it. The small helicopter took the opportunity to escape and took away the recording pen in the cabin. Cui Shan still hadn't calmed down his anger, he hid under the corner where X couldn't see, grabbed the bread and gnawed it.

However, the model airplane never came back. For three consecutive days, I sat anxiously in the middle of the courtyard, looking in the direction of the four walls.She began to regret endlessly-why destroy the camera?Perhaps, this is the only fun of being a pervert?Cui Shan's crazy behavior made the other party feel scared, and he never dared to send food again. The days without bread are extremely difficult, and I can only return to the life of ruthlessness and blood drinking, too bad-completely dependent on the food he delivered, like a paratrooper trapped on the top of a mountain, and will run out of ammunition and food without airdrops. Cui Shan, who was hungry, realized for the first time that he didn't hate X, but missed X very much, and hoped that X would come back like a family member.Like a wife forgiving a cheating husband, even though he ends up with a young girl. Wearing the nightgown given by X, facing the roof of the nearest building, she knelt on the ground, waving her hands and begging for mercy - I will not mess around again, and will stay in this prison obediently until you are willing to let me go The day I left. He left that window?God, are you my God?help me. Wait, are you dead?