Chapter 42 forty one

Lisa's Secret (6) "It's best not to struggle when you fall into a swamp, otherwise, everything will be over." She didn't know how long she slept, maybe it was a long time, but when she woke up, she heard the two people beside her still talking about the Long March.The scene they were talking about was all familiar to her. "Booker, are you marching at night?" she asked. "No, I was marching in the daytime." He replied arrogantly, as if he had gained status because of this. He was already lying on his back in an armchair from laziness, his legs resting on the armrests.Lisa really couldn't connect him with the march in the smoke of war.But how did he get information about that?She has many questions in her mind.

"A Bing, I saw you staying at home all day, do you also have a long march?" "Yes, Lisa," he said, still in the same distressed way, and then cursed. Lisa thought, is everyone on the Long March?Judging from the huge team she saw, this is also a matter of course.For a moment, the grandiose scene of the great worldwide march came to her mind, flashed like lightning, and disappeared again. A Bing said to Booker across the table: "I have a wife and a child in my family. I haven't seen them for many years. I climbed and climbed. How many mountains have I climbed? Think about it, your wife leads the way." Looking at your daughter, she stands under the eaves with her hands under the eaves, her eyes always want to pierce the thick smoke ahead. As for me, I am trudging in the swamp, and rumors of catastrophe are rife in the team. There is a drama Poisonous little snake, whoever wears a shoe will be hunted down."

He even covered his face with his broad palms, and wept shamelessly.His violent crying seemed to drive Lisa away, revealing a strong demonstration.Booker also got up from his chair and looked at his mistress angrily. Lisa left the dining room and went upstairs to the bedroom.When she closed the bedroom door, she could still hear the voices of the two men downstairs. The voices were ferocious, like two ferocious wolves.She turned around and saw Vincent lying on the bed, still holding the pipe in his hand. "Do you have an agreement with them?" "I guess there is. In the dark, I have to listen to their instructions." Vincent's voice was a little hoarse. "Both of them are powerful. You saw Booker's ability on the farm, didn't you?"

Vincent put down his pipe and said softly, "Come to me." They tried a new pose.Lisa asked Vincent where he learned it, and Vincent said he learned it from the fauna. Last night, he broke into the primeval forest alone.Lisa said that the feeling she had just now was similar to that of a cat. There was no obvious orgasm, but it was completely involuntary. Could this be the sex of a tiger?Vincent didn't answer, but said, "Listen, the boys downstairs are completely quiet." Many years ago, in the small coffee shop in that slum, Lisa stared at the dark shadow behind Vincent, and whispered softly in her heart: "Vincent, Vincent, I love you." The shopkeeper came over , asked Lisa with a strange expression: "Does this gentleman live in the forest?"

"I'm slowly becoming a tiger," Vincent answered for her. On the way Vincent walked her back to the apartment, instead of walking alongside him, she fell a little behind, stepping on the shadow behind him.At that time she made up her mind: instead of going back to the apartment, go to Vincent's hotel... Now they were lying side by side on the bed, Vincent remembered.Lisa asked him if he had really turned into a tiger, and Vincent said yes, adding that he did have the feeling of living in the forest.He tells Lisa about the Reagan farm.Following his narration, what appeared before Lisa's eyes was not a rubber plantation, but a boundless desert, and the sand was blown by the wind to block out the sun.Somehow, Lisa felt that the desert gave her the feeling of a rubber plantation, and she had the excitement of being on fire under the scorching sun again.The suffocating dust prevented her from approaching, and Vincent handed her the severed hand again.

She tried hard to see the lines on her palm, but no, the blood had already dripped down, making it sticky everywhere.she has to take a shower... Maria said to Lisa: "You are Vincent's future. It is not he who disappears in the night, but you. You are the voice of nature, unimpeded." When Maria said this, the African cat was staring at Lisa warily, and Lisa saw the discharge of its tail.In the sunlight, the rosebushes made a "crackling" sound, and they were obviously burning, but the flames could not be seen.Lisa thought to herself how powerful Maria must be for turning her home into a rubber plantation.What is her future?She opened her mouth, wanted to ask her but couldn't.

"My future, of course, is Joe." She said with a smile, "One day, he will travel alone to a certain country in the East and settle there forever." "So 'East' is you?" Lisa asked confused. "Ah, that's a hard question to answer!" Maria went into the room where the looms were kept, and Lisa sat next to her.Lisa heard the loom repeating one word: "Joe, Joe, Joe..." What her nimble hands wove was an ever-changing pattern, which could not be described as a vortex, or It is said to be a snow mountain, and it can even be said to be a boundless square.

"Joe said he was on a business trip to the North, how could I believe him?" She paused. "Yeah, who can trust their own heart?" Lisa echoed her. Lisa looked at the beautiful wool, and the red sun in the morning of the casino emerged in her heart, which was a germinated seed struggling through the exhausting long night.Under the red sun, there are those dew-like figures.Her parents had been two of those dewdrops.She couldn't sit still, stood up and said goodbye.At this moment Maria held her back eagerly, pouted her mouth and motioned to her, but she didn't understand at all.She didn't know what happened to herself, she broke free from Maria and ran towards the door.Suddenly she saw the lanky Daniel making love to a smaller girl in the rosebushes.

She ran out of the gate, and ran a long way, as if she had committed a crime. "What a beautiful day!" she said to herself.