Chapter 93 ninety two

Joe to the East (8) She wondered as she dressed: Could this "he" be Joe?So will the bridge be a chain bridge?But Joe is not going to China, but to country C.Ever since Joe bought the one-page book, Maria knew a turning point in their lives had come.Jo had put the book in the refrigerator, and had told her that he would freeze the bubbling noise in it, or else it would disturb his mind to put it in the study.When he did it, he was still very old-fashioned, but Maria felt that her husband was like a child. She went to the engine room to look at the tapestry weaved yesterday.She knit and knit yesterday, and she was so annoyed that she almost cried.Every time the loom rang, it seemed to say, "Why can't I see through?" So now, she closed her eyes for half a minute, and then opened them suddenly.The textures woven from the wool are still textures, and no patterns emerge.Suddenly, she found a small hole, and when she got closer, she saw two or three other holes, which seemed to be moths.Probably the newly bought wool has not been processed.She stroked it gently with her hand, and the weaving lines around the holes began to loosen.In front of her eyes, like a domino effect, the fabric was reduced to a pile of wool after a while.There were angry screams from behind the walls, and Maria felt dizzy. "Joe, I'm dizzy," she said as she sat down on the ground.

Someone helped her into the rocking chair, and it was Daniel, who smelled like fog in the woods in the morning. "Where are you from, Daniel?" "Amei and I have been to Vietnam. We have arrived at the 'Land of Butterflies'." He said excitedly. He fell silent suddenly.It was a long time before he said again, "I love you, Mom, you're amazing." Maria's eyes darkened, and she said, "You have seen my fabric, right? Don't be discouraged. Things are much better than you think. Me, I saw the chain bridge!" She grabbed the pile of messy wool with her hands, put it up to her nose and sniffed it, after a few sniffs, smoke started to come out of the wool.Daniel snatched the wool, threw it to the ground and stomped on it a few times.

Daniel saw stories in his mother's eyes, and these stories brought back to him the vision of the night of August 15th again.That night, they were standing against the wall on the steps, murmuring murmurs came from inside the wall, the Swiss watch on Daniel's wrist made a clanking metal sound, and the mother's strong neck was tilted to one side, and her head was hanging on her shoulders. On the shoulder, the moonlight under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree is swimming quickly.For many years, the walls of this house held Daniel's heart firmly, and it was useless for him to break free.

Inadvertently, Maria glanced over the wall and saw the two tapestries on the wall changing rapidly inside the wooden frame, with patterns of mountains, reefs, isolated islands and wild geese appearing alternately.Maria's eyes were dimmed and filled with tears. "Do you like the women here, Joe?" Jin asked Joe again, as they sat in a tea house with a panoramic view of the snow-capped mountains. "I don't know. It's very different from what I expected earlier. What's her name?" "Shima Meilian, all the women here are called Shima Meilian." "When I was at home, I saw a particularly beautiful oriental woman. Does she come from here?"

Someone downstairs was calling for Jin, and Jin listened carefully, looking a little nervous. The man came upstairs while calling.It's an old man who sells silver jewelry.The old man stood by the table, cast a resentful glance at Jo, who was drinking tea, and made a pleasant noise with those pectorals. Jin moved closer to the old man, and the two spoke the local language. Suddenly, Qiao felt that the light from the snow-capped mountain was particularly dazzling, flowing continuously towards the small dark teahouse where he was, and the two people in the room became two faint shadows in the white light.

"This is the father of Shimameline," said one of the shadows to Jo, with his head stretched out, looking funny and sad at the same time. "What's the matter with my eyes?" Jo struggled to get the words out. The silver ornaments were still ringing, and Joe felt that the small building was disappearing, and his feet were empty, and he became a person floating in the air.And those two shadows were also drifting away into the distance. "Shima Meilian, Shima Meilian!" said King, as if bluffing and intimidating Jo. But his voice drifted away.Now, Joe has faced the snow mountain.Snow crunched under his feet as he took a step.Apart from the snow-capped mountains, there were no other colors or images in front of his eyes.He immediately felt the feeling of "overwhelmed".He was crushed and his body disappeared.He wanted to touch his face with his hands, but he had neither hands nor face.So, whose hearing is this?Who is the witness to the rumbling avalanche?

"Who?" he said. "Xima Meilian!" Jin echoed him from a distance. He wanted to take a step towards where Jin was, but he didn't dare, he felt it was an abyss, his belly constricted, his organs hardened inappropriately with desire.Where did gold come from?He has the appearance of a true native, yet speaks the language of Joe's country.He thought of the book with the portrait of Rancher King, and of the bookstore owner down his street.He suddenly understood that the book with only one page turned out to be a snow mountain!The reason why the boss didn't sell it to him was because he didn't want to betray the secret in his heart.His thoughts moved away from these two books again, and he recalled the books he had read before, his heart was ups and downs, and his mind was shining brightly.Now his mind was no longer of squares and avenues lined with sycamores, covered in crazy snow, everything whispering beneath the thick snow.He smiled knowingly: So these are those ant nests!How many years have passed, and no one can see through the palace built by the industrious worker ants below. Should this be sorrow or joy?Books existed, and the owner of the little bookstore guarded them, and Joe had guarded them.The paper may be eaten by moths and scattered everywhere, but the stories in the book enter the mind, are passed down from generation to generation, and are kept in secret places.

Now that Joe's face was on the ice, maybe Snow Mountain was kissing him?How strange, he felt that the whole body was pierced by the biting cold, and his body was shaking non-stop.And the desire remains. The snow mountain leaned towards his body, as if it was pressing on him, but it wasn't heavy.Qiao squinted his eyes and saw butterflies flying out of the ice and snow. Groups of colorful butterflies mixed with the snowflakes.Joe's organs were frozen in ice as he moaned and climaxed in ecstasy. "Xima Meilian!" Jin said from a distance.