Chapter 4 Section 4

"Warm and lubricating, the flesh is squirming, the memory is recovering, you know this is not her, that exquisite and petite body can be manipulated by you, this fat buttocks are strong, squeezing you tightly, so greedy, so indulgent, you also try your best Go all out" and continued...How did you enjoy that Chinese girl, and how did you throw her away? "You said she was a perfect woman, and the girl was just a wannabe little woman, not so loose and greedy." Don't you like it? " she asked. You said of course, this is exactly what you dreamed of, such indulgence, such fun." Want to make her, your little girl, like this too? "Yes!" Also a spring water? "That's what F wants," you gasp and twitch. "Women are all the same to you." [No. "How is it different?" That was another kind of tension. "What's the difference? Two" has a kind of affection. "You don't enjoy her?" Enjoy, but not the same. "Now you only have carnal desires?" That's right. "Who's sucking you?" a German chick. "An overnight bitch?" No," you called out her name: "Marguerite! "She smiled, held your head and kissed it, her legs straddling you curled and relaxed, and she brushed away the unkempt hair hanging in front of her eyes.

"You called me right?" Her voice was a little strange. "Aren't you Marguerite?" You asked her back, a little confused. "I said it first." "But when you asked if you still remembered, your name was on your lips." "But anyway, I said it myself first." "Didn't you let me guess? You can wait another second." "I was a little nervous that you wouldn't remember," she admits. "The play just ended at the entrance of the theater, and there are still some audience members waiting to talk to you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, they are just a few close friends." "They said a few words and left - why don't they go for a drink together?" "Probably because you, a foreign girl, are here, so I don't want to disturb you." "Did you ever think of sleeping with me?" "No! It can be seen that you are very excited." "I've lived in China for many years, of course I understand. Do you think Hong Kong people can understand this drama?" "have no idea." "There's a price to pay," she said again, looking very deep.

"Two deep German chicks," you joke, trying to lighten the mood. "No, I've already said, I'm not German." "Yes, a Jew." "A woman anyway," she said wearily. "It's better this way," you say. "Why is it better?" The strange tone came out again. "You're also saying there's never been a Jewish woman. "Have you had many women?" Her eyes flickered in the dark. "After leaving China, it should be said that there are quite a few." You admit that there is no need to hide it from her.

"Every time you stay in a hotel like this, do you have a woman to accompany you?" She asked further. "Not so lucky, besides, staying in such a big hotel is also inviting your theater troupe to pay for it," you mocked. "Her eyes softened, and she lay down beside you. She said she liked your straightforwardness, but not you. You said you liked her, not just her body. "That's good." "She spoke truthfully, her body touched you, and you felt her body and heart soften. You said that of course you remembered her, that winter night. Later she came to see you specially. She said she was passing by, passing by the ring The newly built overpass on the city road, I saw your building, I went there for no reason, maybe I wanted to see the paintings in your room, it is very special, like a dark dream, outside is the wind, the wind of Germany If you don’t shout like that, everything in Germany is quiet and boring. The candles that were lit that night felt quite mysterious, and I wanted to see clearly during the day.

"Are they all your paintings?" she asked. "You said you don't hang other people's paintings in your room. "why?" "The size of the room." "Are you a painter too?" she asked again. "It wasn't approved," you say, "and it was then O" "not understand." "You said that of course she couldn't understand that it was in China. An art foundation in Germany invited you to paint, but the Chinese government did not approve it. "why?" "You said you couldn't know, and you asked a friend to ask the relevant department for an official answer, saying that your occupation is a writer, not a painter.

"Is this a reason? Why can't writers draw?" "You said she couldn't understand, although she understands Chinese, but Chinese things can't be understood by Chinese alone. "Then stop talking." "She said that she remembered that afternoon, the room was brightly sunny. She sat on the sofa and looked at those clothes. She really wanted to buy one from you, but she was still a student at the time and couldn't afford the money. You said you could give it to her, and she No, it’s your creation. You said that you often give paintings to your friends. Chinese people don’t buy paintings. You are talking about friends. She said that she just met you and is not a friend, so I’m sorry to ask for it. If you have a picture album , you can give her a copy, and she can also buy it. But you said that your paintings can’t be published in China. Since she likes it so much, you might as well give her one. She said that your painting is still hanging in her home in Frankfurt. The most special memory of her is a dream, where I don't know where I am, and a mental image.

"Why did you have to give it to me? Remember that painting?" she asked. "You said that you don't remember that picture, but you remember that you wanted to draw her and wanted her to be your model, and you hadn't drawn foreign girls at that time. "That's dangerous," she said. "Why?" you ask. "It's nothing to me. It's dangerous to you. You didn't say anything at the time. Probably, someone knocked on the door at this time. You opened the door to check the electricity meter. You gave the man a chair and he stood Go up, look at the electric meter above the door, write down the number and leave. Do you believe that you came to see the electric meter?" she asked.

"You didn't answer, you can't remember it clearly, you said that although life in China appeared in nightmares from time to time, you deliberately wanted to forget it, but subconsciousness still popped up from time to time. "They can go to other people's homes at any time without prior notice?" "You said it was in China, there is nothing wrong with that. "After that, I never went to your place again, for fear of causing trouble to you," she said softly. "Unexpected:..." You said. "Suddenly you want to be gentle with her and cover her swollen breasts. She also strokes the back of your hand with her fingers and says: "You are very gentle. "

"You too, gentle Marguerite," you asked with a smile, "to-morrow?" "Let me think about it: . . . I could stay too, but I'd have to change my ticket back to Frankfurt. When are you going back to Paris?" "Next Tuesday is a cheap ticket, so it's not easy to change it. If necessary, you can change the time by adding some money." "No, I'll leave on the weekend at the latest," she said, "There is a Chinese delegation going to have talks in Germany next Monday, and I'm an interpreter, not as free as you, working for the boss."

"So, there are four more days." You do the math. "Tomorrow, no, it's been one night, only three days." She said, "Later, I'll make a phone call with the boss to ask for a vacation, then change the ticket, and then go to the hotel to get my suitcase." "Where's your boss?" "Go to hell," she said, "my work here is over." "It's very bright outside the window, and the white cylindrical building on the opposite side is shrouded in clouds, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the luxuriant mountainside is dark black, and it looks like it's going to rain.