Chapter 14 Chapter 13 The Yin-Yang Cave

He let the things of the past die quickly on her body.His gesture was a bolt of lightning that startled her, made her ache, made her realize that there was another lip in her body that she didn't know was breathing and moaning, that slow entanglement was his enemy, the friction of acceleration was his friend.He conquered time, he plunged into the nothingness inside her, interrupted her vague slumber, he threw it into the ditch of her life... The friction made him see the light of the sun.The friction made her smell the smell of death. Some experiences, I didn't realize how much it affected me until later.

But at that time, I just wanted to leave this city, leave these messy moods... On the second day when T arrived unexpectedly, I hurriedly packed my bags and left home. The night before my departure, I almost stayed up all night. T's body was always pressing on my heart and skin. The desire for rejection and the longing for rejection haunted me. I couldn't explain my needs and behaviors. So by the next morning, I had decided that I was going to get rid of my upset by total avoidance. I used the popular saying of "returning to nature" at that time (this is just a way of saying it), and told my mother that for several years I had been swallowed up by books and almost suffocated, like a lifeless puppet, who was at the mercy of the college entrance examination, The future is a ridiculous joystick, the city life away from nature has made me so tired, I want to go out and relax, I need to clean myself.

My mother was very surprised at my sudden proposal to travel, and said, "Are you going to live alone in the country?" "I went with Yi Qiu and some classmates. I just want to change the environment. It's only a few days." I lied. My mother was hesitant and worried, so she quoted the words from the books she had read, trying to make me give up the idea of ​​traveling. she says. "People who see nature can see nature everywhere, and people who don't see nature can't see nature anywhere. Even if you go to real nature, you may not be able to appreciate nature. The environment is not you where the problem lies."

"But, I just want to go out to get some air and see the sun." As I said this, I stubbornly stuffed clothes into a canvas bag, showing that I was determined and unstoppable. My mother looked at my pale face and sunken black eye sockets with distress, sighed, and stopped blocking me. I don't want to go to any scenic spot, or go with someone. I like to travel alone, and any company will disturb my inner activities. When I got on the long-distance bus and looked out of the window at the hazy green mountains, yellow slopes and a few low farmhouses in the distance, when I looked at the quiet stream on the brown stone rocks and the bare valley, I felt so strange in my heart. There was a quiet excitement.

I lived alone in a secluded small hotel in the suburbs. The room was simple and humorous, but quiet and lonely.A trail full of weeds and bright wild flowers leads to the station. A few sad sirens are the music here, echoing melodiously in the sunset. The pleasant evening breeze blows by, the fragrance of lavender permeates from a distance, roses, strawberries and clumps of bushes cover the desolate hotel in the outskirts with colorful colors. Surrounded by a few bushes of low green hedges, it is a small park. I sit on a stone bench where no one disturbs me, put on a coat, as if waiting for someone, but in fact I have no one to wait for.But I don't feel lonely at all. Inside my body, I am enjoying the imaginary happy time.

In this kind of place, I suddenly had the desire to write to someone. So, I went back to the hotel, sat on the fairly clean bed, spread the letter paper I brought with me on my knees, and put a book under it. But to whom?I first thought of He.We have never written a letter. I really want to write a letter to her in this artificial separation and draw a picture with my heart. She will definitely regard this letter as the most beautiful and warmest in my soul. Landscape to read.I imagined her reclining on her big bed, her slender body bent like a piece of smooth and soft silk cloth, thrown on the bed casually.She must have been surprised and delighted holding my letter. She stroked every word of mine as carefully as she stroked my eyes.

I found that at this time, I missed her very much. Next, I wrote a letter to T.In the letter, I vehemently accused him of how he had treated me badly over the years, how much I hated him, and how I hated him!I don't want to see him again, never ever see him again!However, at the end of the letter, I said contradictoryly that I might see him again when I have the opportunity.But I know that I see him only to make him suffer from desire for my flesh, and I like to see him tortured. Writing letters gives me great pleasure, and there is nothing more fulfilling in the world than this solitude and solitude.All the distant melancholy or sweetness are within easy reach.And when you're actually in the crowd, you don't necessarily feel that.

After writing the letter, I breathed a sigh of relief, as if I came here specially to write these two letters. The next day, after I went to the nearby post office to post the letter, I was bored.After wandering around several scenic spots randomly for two days, I started to feel a little homesick. In the early morning of this day, I was about to pack up my luggage, then check out and go home when suddenly there was a knock on my door. I have a premonition that this knocking sound is definitely not a waiter, because there is a vague hesitation, inquiry and longing in the knocking sound. The sound seems to be a familiar heartbeat. Even through the door, I can catch the heartbeat. , it stayed on my chest just a few days ago.

I rushed over and opened the door with a bang. Sure enough, it was T standing outside the door, looking lonely. For some reason, I wasn't surprised to see him, as if it had all been expected.Although this is a nonsensical prediction, since no one knows where I am, I have no idea how he managed to find this place. T saw me, stared at my face, hesitated outside the door for a few seconds, sighed, and walked into the room. T said, "Yaoao, nothing happened to you." "I'm fine." I said. He stared at me for a while longer before taking his eyes off my cheek and looking around the room, frowning slightly.

"Yaoao, it will be very dangerous if you come out to play alone, there are many bad guys outside." He said it as if he were an unquestionably good man himself. "You don't have to worry about it." I made an indifferent attitude. T didn't seem to mind what I said, and continued, "In the future, if you want to come out to play, I will accompany you, and you should not go out alone again." I maintained a distant posture of rejecting his concern, "This has nothing to do with you." "Aoao, don't be like this. I came out to look for you early this morning before it was fully light. According to the postmark on your envelope, I first found the post office here, and then inquired about the nearby hotels. I found you after two places. You know how worried I am!"

I kept silent and let him talk to himself.However, his expression and sincerity made the fortress against him in my heart slowly begin to loosen. After a pause, T said, "Aoao, I miss you!" I continued to be silent, looking away, pretending to be indifferent. He stood still, and continued to speak alone, "I miss you every second, and I don't know what to do..." His tone was heavy and slow, as if what came out of his mouth were not some beautiful sentences, but a pile of sluggish stones, which fell heavily between me and him, stumbling in front of his feet, making him I can't move an inch. "Aoao, I don't want to hurt you at all, I just want to see you, I can't help but want to see you, I want to be with you." I noticed that he had picked up the conversation we had left off and returned to the core issue.Moreover, when my name flashed from his lips, his voice trembled involuntarily. There was a moment of deathly silence in the room. He didn't come over to touch me, his long legs seemed to be sucked by an inexplicable cold air from the ground, and he couldn't move.I still didn't look at him, but I caught a glimpse of his face and body from the corner of my eye. He looked particularly depressed, and the brilliance on his face seemed to be sucked out by the depression in his heart. In this hot and silent noon, his cheeks were still pale and depressed like a cold wasteland.He was wearing a pair of uniform shorts, and his long pale brown legs were exposed, like the legs of a heavily loaded sorrel stallion, standing with great difficulty.This silent leg.It seemed that there was an inexplicable suction, which caught my gaze. I resolutely turned my head to the other side. Then, turning my back completely to him, I stared at a large cobweb on the wall, its thin wings of silk fluttering in the noonday breeze. I continued to stare at it aimlessly, as if I was looking at something interesting. At this time, I heard T moving behind me. It was the sound of him approaching me step by step. I even heard his breathing clearly. However, the voice finally stopped a step away from me. He sighed and said, "Aoao, I want to take you to eat. You must be very hungry these days." As he said, he squeezed my shoulder and arm with his hand, "Look, you just Almost the weight of a photo is left." When he said this, I suddenly felt hungry, and my stomach made a slight growl. Finally, I turned back to face him, and nodded at him. T excitedly hugged me on the ground, yelled "Oh", and turned around in a circle. T put my backpack on, checked out for me, then called a taxi and we were on our way. It's still the same road as when I came here, but the atmosphere is completely different. When I came here, the road surface was wobbly and wobbly, the straight road was completely swallowed by the bleak black, and the whole long road stretched out in the background of neither gray nor white, just like my thoughts, full of thoughts. However, the road surface at this time is different. Under the noon sun, it is as smooth and shiny as a mirror, and the waves of black satin are rippling. The rose-colored halo spreads on both sides of the road. The dark green farmland The dark and dark cultivated land, the brown and white cows, and the big trees hanging down the shade are very eye-catching.The stone walls, the barns, and the lush grass on the side of the road seem to be the lace inlaid for this boring road. The car drove for about two hours.We're already back in the city center. T said, I invite you to eat at a new type of cave restaurant today. It was run by a comrade in the army when I was in the Corps. It is unique. At this time, my car stopped in front of a restaurant called "Banpo Village" on Zhongxin Road Street. When we rotated down the stairs and entered the hall, I looked around and saw that the light here was dim, and each cave hall was in accordance with the natural terrain, with winding paths leading to secluded places, cleverly clothed with rings, closely intertwined, forming a cave. Surrounding another cave, while maintaining the independence and isolation of each cave hall, it is really interesting and unique. The boss welcomes you out. When T met his old comrades, there was a warm chat at first, and then he turned around and said to me, "This is Mr. Zhao, the village head here." "The village head?" I was puzzled. That Mr. Zhao said, "Our place is built on the basis of the village ruins of the Banpo clan and the Banpo culture as the starting point, so it is called 'village'. I am the village head here for the time being, so Miss is the villager here for the time being." gone." Then, Village Chief Zhao led me and T to visit the whole cave.There are six caves in the village. The first thing we entered was the bar hall. Qin Bing Ma Yong stood on one side of the cave. A few concave platforms were randomly picked on the cave wall, and various wine bottles were naturally placed among them.The bar counter is decorated with rough and simple hemp rope, and there are pottery pots with "human face and fish pattern" used by the ancestors of Banpo, water collectors, painted pottery pots, and furnishings of "knotting notes" and "wedge wood as writing" on the counter. . The village head said, "You take a look around first, and you can choose where you like to eat." T and I looked at the "Clan Chief Hall" first, and T said, "The pattern on the wall must be the scene of Houyi shooting the sun and the Banpo people farming and hunting." Some people are already eating lively here.We turned to the "fish house".I saw that the four walls here are covered with ancient hieroglyphs, and those "fish and insect" texts seem to be chanting softly, which is very pleasant.Then we turned to another cave "Han House", where there are a lot of tiles with patterns of green dragons and white tigers from the Han Dynasty. A terracotta figurine of the Han Dynasty sits in the cave, as if talking about the past and the present. Finally, the village chief recommended the "Yin Yang Cave" to me and T. When T and I walked into it, we were immediately impressed by the faint candlelight in the cave, the dancing Han girls on the wall, and the happy pictures of a gentle town Shocked. T immediately said, "Right here, we're right here." At this time, there are only two people left in the dark cave, Mr. T and his female student who is new to the world. He seemed extremely excited, and ordered a table full of wine and dishes for her. She had never tasted such a sumptuous feast.He first ordered the gold medal Martell, and then he ordered bitter vegetables, mushroom vegetables, chrysanthemum scorpions, multi-flavored cicadas, chrysanthemum vegetables, monkey legs, multicolored cuttlefish shreds, original shell scallops, gold and silver venison, lotus longan in ice sauce... … After everything was ready, the waitress withdrew, and the cave door closed with a creaking sound. They started to drink, and while drinking, they tasted delicious food, as if they were tasting the taste of heaven.In the dim light, his eyes sparkled, and his tall body was as gentle as a stallion in heat.The depression and depression on his face disappeared, and the sorrow in his eyes disappeared.He kept talking about his love and desire for her. He begged her not to repeat the old accounts of their past school life. The powerlessness of the unresponsive female student.And now, as a single man who adores her youthful body and mood, he has the right to express his love to her who is no longer his student. At this time, he had already sat on her side.She listened tenderly and trustingly, her big tired eyes flickering off guard, and she tilted her head slightly to his side. Gradually, he gasped, and then slowly extended one of his hands to her shoulder. She could no longer hold on to a certain resistance in her heart. At this moment, all the original hostility completely disintegrated and collapsed. She closed her eyes inexplicably, as if waiting for the moment of his finger's touch.During this short wait, she seemed to feel her body mouthing, longing for breath. The panting sound from her side finally pressed against her back, his hands gently wrapped around her chest, and then her hair was buried in the warm breath of his lips. "Absurd, absurd." He whispered. Suddenly, as if possessed by a demon, she turned around abruptly and pressed her chest against his mysterious heartbeat.Her slender arms and full thighs, like cool leather arms and chair legs longing for a whole sofa, folded over his huge sweaty body. She was held tightly in his arms. They hugged and drank continuously, and after a few glasses of wine, his hands began to rub against her body, and he stroked her breasts as if admiring his own spoils.Under the thin clothes, the pair of round fruits have grown to satisfy him more than her academic performance. They stand playfully, the nipples are hard, and her body seems to melt in his palm.She pursed her glistening lips soaked in oil, as if to give him a whistle, put her lips close to his ear, and finally rested her head on his shoulder. He showed her the picture of joy on the wall, and he said that there is nothing more beautiful and moving in the world than this.Then he picked her up and sat on his lap with her legs apart facing her.Once again, she touched the wonderful and warm "third hand" under his waist, and it wriggled eagerly between her legs as if it was looking for an exit. Finally, he could no longer restrain his burning desire, and begged her to make their yin and yang objects truly match in this yin and yang hole.She was half-pushing, and fear and desire occupied her at the same time.She didn't comment, just closed her eyes, and waited shamefully for him to untie their underwear, let the yin and yang in her mind combine, and complete her most glorious moment as a virgin. For many years, the moment he had longed for and desperately hoped for finally arrived. The joy of his dream come true made him moan uncontrollably, and the light from his eyes was soft and full of love like silk; but she, was In a conflicted emotion, she saw the man in front of her.The pain-like appearance shown by being tormented by love, the touching feeling arises spontaneously.This brief touch made her let the hostility of the past flow away from her fingers like the passing of time.Apart from this, she has no more love for him, she just feels a certain desire in herself being aroused, she wants to find that mysterious pleasure in this man that she has never fully experienced, what she prefers is That kind of pleasure, not the person in front of her, is precisely for the feeling of being closely related to the secret of sex, she is intimately entangled with the man in front of her.Her longing was stronger now than any remnants of her previous resentment, and she had slipped into it unprepared.At this moment, her body and her heart are alienated from each other, and she is another person besides herself, a body completely dominated by the pleasure of the devil. At the moment when she obeyed the mercy of natural life, accompanied by this happiness, she suddenly felt a tearing pain. Then, like a flash of lightning, this clear pain lit up her entire skin and twisted heart, and she had to cover her face with her hands... Here, a man and a woman meet, their happiness is not "before", but the pain makes the female students' initial "encounter" become their "last supper". This day left me with a deep memory, as if it was a new birth.This new realm, an ocean of impurity, called out to me a silent cry, and I threw myself out, so that the real cry that followed was deaf to me. As someone once said, a union is only as good as another union. From this, I thought that the world controls us through desire, and we will wake up suddenly after we have gone a long way, but at this time we have already paid the price for it.