Chapter 16 Section 16

On the way to send Marguerite to the airport, you hardly spoke in the taxi. It seemed that you had finished what you could say, and it was inconvenient to say what you wanted to say in the car. At the entrance of the customs, she hugged you gently, as she said, she is a friend.She pressed your cheek and went in without looking back. You notice that her eye sockets are blue, although you have put on makeup, your face must be even more gray.You all stayed up all night, these three days and three nights, no, four days and three nights, from the first night after watching the play all night to the next morning, then from night to day, and then another night, this should be the fourth day The morning of the first day—for three days and nights, going back and forth, making love again and again, trying to dig out and learn from each other, you are also exhausted.A sudden frenzy, and then break up lightly like ordinary friends, and I don't know when we will meet again.

Coming out of the airport, the sun is blinding, the heat is steaming, and there are long lines waiting for taxis, and you are very sleepy.When you get in the car, the driver asks where are you going?You hesitated for a moment, then casually said Central, the center of downtown.If you don’t want to go back to the hotel, don’t want to go back to the empty space, her naked body has been connected with that room and bed, your thoughts are all connected, you are used to talking to her, he has absorbed your dog’s feelings and thoughts It doesn't matter if the inner speech is self-proclaimed.In, while you possess her body, she also possesses your mind and body.

"Where are you going in Central?" the driver confirmed that you are from mainland China, and asked in Mandarin. You doze off in the car, open your eyes and say: "Are you in Central?" "This is Central, which street do you take?" The car stopped by the side of the road, and from the mirror on the window, you saw that the driver showed a bit of contempt, and didn't want to drive you around to find a place that you couldn't explain.You pay and get out of the car, and the road is tall on both sides.The exact location couldn't be discerned for a while.Walking along the street, I didn't meet Xiaoqi.Unfortunately, there are very few pedestrians on the sidewalk.This downtown area in Central is usually full of people and noise, and the traffic is not as congested as in the vice district—very sparse and fast-moving.Then you find that the shops are all closed, only the windows are displayed as usual, most of the sunlight is blocked by tall buildings, only the road is shining brightly, which is unavoidably like daydreamwalking. ,, you remember she said that she would rush back to Frankfurt on Monday, and the company she employed had business talks with the Chinese side, and you just remembered that it was the day of the meeting.This is vacation.In the morning, people usually meet with the whole family or friends, and gather in large and small restaurants for morning tea. Busy Hong Kong people take this as a kind of enjoyment.

More than a month of rehearsals, performances, dinners, appointments and meetings, you have never been alone like this, strolling in the quiet city center.You have just started to get acquainted with this city, but I'm afraid you won't come here again, just as you don't know if you can see her again, be so close to her again, feel so painful, and indulge in lust like that. This last night, she asked you to rape her, not for sex games, she wanted you to really tie her up, tied her hands, beat her with a belt, beat her hated body, raped no longer belongs Her betrayed alien body is the feeling she wants to convey to you.

You tie her wrists with her pantyhose, pinch the copper head of the belt, and lightly whip the ground twice with the end of the belt, laughing in the dark, you have to let her understand that it is a game!She wants bdsm and she laughs too. But that's not what she wants, she wants you to fight.You started to hit her harder and harder, and you heard the sound of the belt slapping on her flesh, and the flesh twisted and dodged, but she didn't stop it with a sound.You don't know the limit of her tolerance, and she screams, and you immediately throw the belt to pet her.She scolded the bastard, broke free from the bound hands, and sat up.You said sorry, but she lay on her back on the bed, and you leaned over her, feeling her tears on your face, and your tears welled up.You said you couldn't rape her.Besides, there is no more desire.

She said you couldn't understand her pain, the pain of a woman who was raped when she became a woman too early, all you wanted was sex. You say you love her, that rape is impossible because you love her, that you hate violence. She also said that you have to cry, and you will be more real when you cry. She became gentle and considerate again, and kept touching you, all over your body. A complete woman, you say.No, a lascivious woman, she said.You say no, she is a good woman.She said no, you don't know, after a while you'll hate her.She can't live the life of a decent woman and can't be satisfied, but she really wants to live with you, but it's impossible.He also said that you have to forgive her for being so nervous. It's not that she doesn't want to live a safe and stable life, but no one can bring her that kind of comfort and peace, and you won't marry a woman like her, you just look for it in her. The pleasure you want but haven't got yet.

You said that you are afraid of marriage and that you are afraid of being restricted by women again.You have had a wife and you already know what marriage is. Yuu Yamaguchi is more precious to you than anything else, but you can't stop loving her.She said she couldn't be your lover either, you obviously have women, and you'd find other women without her, to tell the truth, you're gentle and honest, and that's a comparison, not a compliment.You said she was also a lovely woman.But not to all men, she said, she likes you so she gives it, and you give it a lot, which is very equal.She also said that she knew men too early and had no illusions. This world is so realistic. She is her boss's mistress, but he has to go back to spend the weekend with his wife and children. As a mistress, she only accompanied him on business trips outside the weekend, and he She is also needed to do business with China.

Her thick chest voice is fleshy and straightforward, and you can feel it, just like her thick flesh, which affects your desire, evokes your memories and the aftertaste of pain, making this aftertaste also sexy—becoming bearable.Her voice continues to affect you, as if it is still whispering in your ear, giving you her body temperature, accompanied by the smell of her body, and your repressed desires can be vented through her. This story brings more than just pain, There is also pleasure.You need to talk to her non-stop, to trace the many memories, and the forgotten details are becoming clearer and clearer.

The top-to-bottom glass of the Bank of China building in front of you is like a mirror, reflecting a trace of white clouds in the blue sky. One side of this triangular building is as thin as a knife blade. Hong Kong people say it is a kitchen knife inserted in the city center, which corrupts Fengshui. .Another building of a certain consortium next to it is equipped with some inexplicable steel equipment to compete with it in vain, which is also the way of Hong Kong people.The Elizabethan mansion of the Legislative Council, surrounded by inconspicuous buildings, is a symbol of this era that is coming to an end.

Next to the Legislative Council, the garden square where the bronze statue of the Queen stands is full of people, and the sidewalks in the verandah beside the fountain are crowded with people in circles and even in the middle of the road.You'd expect a rally or a demonstration, but people were talking and laughing, there was food spread all over the floor, and there was a portable recorder playing pop music, not dancing. You go down the street, there is a movie theater by the roadside, you buy a ticket and go in without watching any movies.You need to be alone in the dark, lost in the thought of her.A boring Hong Kong-style farce, close your eyes, and the Cantonese you don't understand makes you just doze off.The armchair is wide, soft and comfortable, with legs stretched out.Fortunately, you have won the freedom of expression, and you no longer have any scruples, say what you want to say, and write what you want to write.Maybe, as she said, write it all out and do a retrospective of yourself.You should look down upon yourself, a human being, or a conscious animal, a beast trapped in the jungle of the world, with a detached gaze.

You have nothing to complain, enjoy life, and of course you paid a price, so what is free?Except lies one and bullshit.You should put your experience into words and leave traces of your life, just like the ejaculated semen. Wouldn’t it bring you pleasure to desecrate the world?It oppresses you, and it is only fair that you reciprocate. No rancor.Margarita, do you resent?Did you ask her to resent you?She shook her head and leaned on your belly.You stroke her fluffy soft hair and let her suck you.She said she was your slave, and you were her master, so she belonged to you.You are not as generous as she is, always taking.You should return to peace and look at the world, including yourself, with a normal mind.The world has always been like this, and it will continue to be like this.A person is so insignificant that all he can do is to express it like this.