Chapter 16 Chapter 4 2

In Xuanyangfang, Wang Xianke was regarded as a pervert, a son and brother, a guy of unknown origin, and made a bad statement.But in Youyangfang, no one spoke ill of him.Because the people who live here are all bad guys, it seems that he has a high moral character.Here he not only made a fortune, but also found her. Wang Xianke said that the way he found her was very strange.One day he got up early to hunt rabbits. He was walking in an alley, and the stone floor under his feet was wet with dew.He was walking between two fence walls at that time.The fence is covered with morning glory vines, the vines are full of purple flowers, and the flowers are full of blue dragonflies.In fact, the distance between the two fences is only enough for two people to turn their shoulders, but the fence is more than one foot high; from the foot of the wall to the top of the wall, there are dense layers of trumpet flowers, and on each flower stamen, there is a blue dragonfly. Spread its transparent wings in the water vapor; so it seems to have two layers of flowers.When Wang Xianke walked through it, his heart felt heavy.At this time, facing the rising morning glow, a prostitute who had returned early was wearing a purple gown with an extremely short hem, revealing two flawless white legs. he comes.Her face was hidden in the bamboo hat, so she couldn't see it at all.At this moment, Wang Xianke couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.When he passed her by, Wang Xianke turned his face sideways, and saw a tired and absent face with remnants of make-up, but it was really familiar.She still smelled of coarse soap.This kind of soap is as black as ink. It is made of oil and plant ashes in the sewage. It is full of sand.Wang Xianke used this soap to wash his clothes, take a bath, and wash his face with it. After washing, his face was covered with dandruff, as if he had ringworm.

After the prostitute walked by, Wang Xianke turned around and looked at her back.Then she also stopped, and turned away with a long sigh.Wang Xianke asked: Who are you?She replied: I am who you say I am.The voice is hoarse, I don't know who it looks like, and it's a bit depressed, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.So Wang Xianke couldn't make up his mind whether to go with her, until the woman said, won't you come with me?He dropped the burden on his back and left with her. What happened later was this: Wang Xianke followed the prostitute to her home.The little house was in the middle of the courtyard, with four pillars supporting a roof made of bark cut squarely.The house is surrounded by paper sliding doors, like a pavilion.The woman told him to sit in the house, but she didn't know where she went.Wang Xianke sat in the middle of the four sliding doors, as if standing at a crossroads in the middle of the night, with four moons shining from four roads.He also found that the floor on which he was sitting was pale elm board, which had fluffed from frequent washing with a brush. On the four corners of the floor, four thick magnetic vases were placed, with withered impatiens in them.He sat like this, feeling uneasy.Then the prostitute came in; she had washed somewhere, removed the residual makeup on her face, her hair was loose, and she opened the arms of her gown, which she was not wearing.She sat down on the floor and picked off impatiens to paint her toenails.Then she took off her gown, sprawled, and lay down on the floor.The woman has shallow wrinkles around her mouth, under her jaw, and around her eyes, and her armpit and pubic hair have all been shaved.Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were fluttering, and between her separated legs, there was something that looked a little familiar.Suddenly, Wang Xianke wanted to bite himself, because he doubted whether what he saw was real.The prostitute closed her eyes and said, come on.But Wang Xianke did not move.Because he doesn't know who she is.Whoever she was, it was too strange for her to greet him in this way.Then the prostitute said, I'm going to sleep if you don't come.Then she fell asleep.Wang Xianke sat alone on the floor, the light shining through the back of the paper was gray.He just bent down in the gray, looking at the woman on the floor.At this time, he began to doubt everything, thinking that he was in a dream.But he felt as if he was waking up now.

My cousin told me about Wang Xianke. When he mentioned that he suspected that he was not awake in the pavilion, I had a good impression of him and felt that he was one of my own.You must know that not everyone is like us, who doubts whether he is awake or not.But he couldn't remember how many times he fell asleep, he could only judge from what he saw and heard.He bent down and found that the woman was asleep: under the thin eyelids, her eyeballs were trembling, probably dreaming; he could feel the heat of her body when he stretched out his fingers.Judging from the shape of her body, she was very young, probably in her twenties.But looking at her face, judging from the lines hidden under the skin, she must be forty years old.Her belly was flat, her nipples were small and tender like two small cherries, and her breasts were arched on her chest, all of which were young and beautiful.But she was lying naked like this, reminiscent of an old lady lying on a straw mat by the roadside to cool off in summer.Those old ladies were naked, with shriveled milk bags and discounted bellies, pouring down from their bodies like a waterfall.If it is said that young girls suffer a lot from being seen naked, then they don't have such worries.Because every time someone takes a look at their bodies, they take advantage of them.There are so many ambiguities behind everything, it's really like a dream, or in reality - no one knows which side has more weird things in the dream or in reality.Wang Xianke felt that this woman and her thing were a little familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen them.

I have also experienced moments like this when I am about to wake up from a big dream.During the Cultural Revolution, I jumped in the queue in Shanxi. One winter, I ran back from the village and stayed at a university. I stayed there until spring.There were not many people in this school at the time, and most of them had left the cadre school.Among the remaining people was Mr. Li, an unemployed man with a bald head who had been interpreting a lost ancient script. He lost his job and livelihood and was living on charity from others; and his sister-in-law, She is a married woman, she was in her mid-mature at that time, and her charm still exists.When I was staying at the school, I heard people say that Mr. Li was dishonest, absurd, messy, etc., and I heard people say that my sister-in-law has a problem with her style of life, and she has a bad life, etc. I also heard a lot of ambiguous statements.I couldn't figure out what these terms meant until I was wandering around campus one day and saw the two of them doing that simple, happy thing in an old building that was about to be demolished--that's when I tapped my knuckles Rubbing his forehead, he cried in his heart: So dishonesty, absurdity, recklessness, problematic, and indiscretion, that's what it means!