Chapter 10 at bogue's

all the flowers are sleeping The wind comes closer to the fence When Yinger first came here, he went out to play with Boge, and when he came back, he lived in Boge's house, opposite the mountain.She seems to have her own home. She comes to see us every day, works, laughs, and then goes back.She became Boger's Chinese daughter. I get up every night to bake bread and eat a foreign life that is very close to my imagination.I already wanted her, but we acted like nothing happened, she went back to her home and I sent her off.The road is dark, sometimes it rains, we take an umbrella, the Antarctic stars are as dense as small diamonds among the clouds.The jungle is full of the sound of the wind, and the barking of dogs will suddenly become brighter in the lights.She was a little scared, close to me, this is the feeling she likes, she clenched her hands tightly.We all know that there will be some dogs, a big dog, even with three small dogs, and a dog barking in the middle of the mountain. On the short mountain road, we talked very good things.

"Go away!" Yinger said her English, and the landowner told her that it could only be said to dogs, and she said it unsure of the barking in the dark.I said: "Don't say the wrong thing, otherwise you will feed the dog." She pinched me hard in the dark.She was not happy with the kind of joke I had conceived. A girl who was supposed to be Liu Hulan when she was a child just disappeared on the mountain path. The word "sacrifice" is no longer used by anyone, but at that time there was really no other word. Yinger, who is in junior high school, stands in class and just talks like this.She said to the noisy boys in the audience: "Look, the teacher has been pissed off by you, and now we welcome the teacher back, okay?" "Why are you doing this? Liu Hulan sacrificed as much as we did."

I looked at her profile.want to laugh.She is already smiling.She said: "My epitaph in this life must be: life is ordinary, death is strange." You can already see the sea, and on the slope up, there are lights from Bogger's house. I kiss her, and I kiss her Went back into the dark.At the bend in the road, we all flicked our flashlights. That day, I was rummaging downstairs for the planks and windows I needed.The phone rang, I went up to listen, it was Yinger's voice.She calls every day and I'm used to it. "It's Gu Cheng, right?" She said on the phone, "What are you doing?" I told her that I was hammering nails, Lei went out, and the sun was shining when I got up early in the morning.She said Pog was out too, and she was alone, and then paused. "Then I'll go to your place—" Have lunch. "she says.

I put down what I was doing and went to find her.The road was so exciting that every branch seemed to cast a bright shadow in the morning sun, and even the gravel sparkled.I walked quickly, listening to my panting, until I slowed down and walked upwards until the uphill intersection of Borg's house. When he entered the door, the puppy Qiao Liang barked loudly, making him appear even quieter.From the shoe-changing porch, I saw what she seemed to be doing in the kitchen.She seemed to be the clear-eyed daughter of the family, and I hugged her.I breathed in the spring air outside, it was a gift to her.Really picked two flowers for her on the way, and I put them on the hearth.She let me go and put them in a vase in the living room.I hugged her excitedly, kissing her, stroking her cool cheek.

Large bunches of shell necklaces hung between the lintels, and Maori girls wore them with flowers on their heads when they danced.The pictures, the little figures of countries playing drums and trumpets, whirled softly around us, and we passed through the room like the air in the porch.Under the huge steering wheel, stop, she gave me her hand and walked upstairs step by step.This is her home, her room, her bedroom, she told me with a smile.She seemed to be introducing me to her home and her sisters.She showed me pictures of Maori girls by the springs. "It's pretty," she said.Spots of sunlight in the woods flicker on a little Maori girl's bathing suit. "It's pretty." She was talking about that look and time.I really didn't expect it to be like that at that time. The little Maori girl in the photo has grown up. I only know that she is tired of smoking on the sofa. Link up with the little girl on the photo.I was really taken aback. I looked at the photo again and again, and I was really moved by her childhood beauty.

She lowered her body slightly, put her hands on her knees, and looked to this side. Her brown hair and feet were covered with fine grass clippings. She had just come from the forest path, and her little bare feet were stepping on dry moss. It seemed to be the dry season, and the dark green palm leaves sifted the sunny sunlight from above her head, and the smile in her eyes was indescribable. "Girls have their best days," she said.There seems to be such a smile in her eyes, "You know?" She still seems to have such beauty, and she feels happy to be able to stay in such a secret.

"Do you know?" She let me know: she is very familiar with such beauty.She sat on the edge of the bed, looking around with her delicate neck, as if she had turned into a deer in a zoo. I followed her to look at the long window. This is the quietest room in the whole building. There are almost always shadows of trees in front of the window. Only at this moment, the sun slanted in and shone on the wall, on the pictures of those male singers, and they were somewhat toned, with sugar-colored arms and legs. This was obviously not arranged by Yinger, she was born to hate those conceited A man or a strong man with muscles.

"No." This was the room of Bogue's youngest daughter, Frances, she told me.I can't imagine how the quiet girl could have cut these things out of the illustrated magazine.Yinger was ten years older than her, but no one could tell that Bogg called them in the same tone. "No. (No)!" Borg often said to her daughters, you can't find a boyfriend indiscriminately, and you can't live outside like white people.She ruled her daughters as a matter of course like a sheikh. "You can't help it? You can't help it."Yinger said cheerfully, as if living in a safe castle.

"You're afraid of Bogg?" she said. "I don't believe it. I'll come at night..." "The dog bites you." "I'm not afraid." I really looked at the window and the road outside. "Then I'll put the biggest mousetrap in the window." Then she said "It's horrible." She pinched my arm that was stiff from work. The afternoon sun shines on her clean earrings, I seem to smell her breath, even the hair on the back of her neck is still a little wet.She had just bathed, and her skin was soft and fresh.Her small breasts were so simple that there seemed to be no need for a corset.

"Never, never," she said, seeming airy.She gently stroked my swimming arm, and suddenly said angrily: "No one will come, and no one will come for a long time." Her biggest dick is exactly the same as mine.She was as still and motionless as in a dream, in the afternoon sun, on the warm sheets warmed by the sun. I caress her.The shadows swayed sleepily (when I swam across the bank, I always dove a little and they yelled at the bank), but there was no desire for possession in my heart.I brushed her pale breasts below the collarbone, talc white under loose arms, sparse and unreal armpit hair (girls who hadn't bathed, bathing suits were dry, some were half wet ).Her gentle abdomen rises and floats thinly, and becomes plump near Fuqiu, revealing the slightly sunken female gap, like a pear fruit. (She walks around them and grabs onto the concrete bank).Her legs are unexpectedly plump, like rhizomes underground that have never seen the sun (she stands tall), her limbs are slender, and her skin is fine. (When going ashore, the surrounding sounds are quiet, the sour smell of willow leaves in the hot dam. She walks on the dry concrete floor, leaving watermarks. She brushes past two huge figures, they are low Laughing, the little girl ran over, running on her toes like a water praying mantis. When she was resting on the shore, I was in the water, swimming and stopped).When I stood up, I really felt like I was standing in a dream.The doors were pushed open one by one, some rooms were empty, large and silent; some rooms had the sound of a piano, because it was in a dream, I became anxious and noticed the painted nails on the door.It was a cheap, muffled piano sound, and when I pushed the door open, she looked at me in horror, as if she knew I was in a dream, unprotected and unrestrained. (The unturned faucet sizzled in the locker room).The swaying shadow of the big silver fern outside the window was reflected on her body, overlapping with the dark color of her genitals, but the loose hair remained motionless.It's a sweet fruit, a girl, I remind myself.But there was still no way to wake up from the hallucinatory state of slumber (when they went out, their pockets were wet, and their hair was slightly thrown to one side, but the girls who came in were all running easily and quickly).I keep looking at her. (the sizzling faucet in the empty swimming pool), see the tiniest rises and shadows of her skin, see the iridescent dust in her hair.Sometimes I try to walk into desire as if I were walking in deep water, and let the waves startle me.But my branch stirs but the smallest eddies, she floats and she sleeps far away.Her cry can't cut down the big banyan tree, which is like the afternoon dream. When I leave her, everything returns to silence.I hugged her gently, hoping that she would wake up, that her arms would be wrapped around me, that she would not be so far away from me, that she would talk to me, that I would kiss her hand, give her her shoes, and hold her slowly. Walking out of the room, as if to go upstairs, I saw a Maori monster hanging in the dark porch. It had a round head like a baby, abalone eyes and a protruding tongue.Its small hands, like claws, grasped the scales on its body, like its weapons, its eyes suddenly turned green, it was the door moving in the afternoon light, I heard a sigh from the bottom of my heart, it was Yinger's is also mine.My body suddenly aroused, lifted her up, and threw her high into another room.When we got back to the living room, everything was still spinning slowly, and her rosy face was still blurry.Unknowingly, I kept getting close to the gate, feeling like I was still in a dream.With her weary hand on mine, her whole body on my shoulder, whether the world is sinking at this moment or not, she has given everything to me.I said, "Come on. Let's go to the top of the hill." The waves in the bay went in a row, and in the wind, the wind we couldn't see, blowing over our heads, they disappeared near the cape and the forest, like My latent, far-conceived desires moved in rows, and the mountains moved, sailing through the almost melting hours of the afternoon.A small sailor clock is hung under the bell shed. When the wind blows gently, the hammer will move. This silent sound shakes in our hearts.It was an old mariner's clock, cast with the inscriptions of the last century.We looked at the roof below, at the pipes that catch the rainwater, at the room under the roof, with the keys hanging and the photos scattered about, where we fell in love and where we would go back to in a while.Then, Yinger would turn on the fire and put the peas and bright red ham on the table.

At that time, little sugar animal, she called you the big white fox, but she herself was a little sugar animal.When you lived in Shady Valley, you called us a lot.You talked for a long time on the phone that night and said a lot.Towards the end, you suddenly changed your tone and said in a familiar accent: "Comrades are tired, it's time to rest for a few minutes."I took the phone and asked, "I'm tired, still talking so much." You continued to use that tone and said, "Talking is also a kind of good rest." We both talked very similar that time, and the more we talked, the more we talked, In the end they were all terrified.At the end, you said another sentence, as if possessed by a spirit.You ask Ying'er: "Little ghost, what's your name? Oh, you are called a little sugar animal, which is brown sugar." Since then, Ying'er has become a little sugar animal.It became a candy made by Ursula in that.The book said that when the extended family fell apart, Úrsula insisted on taking care of everyone, being her little sugar animal. "She's so white" Lucy sat on the platform and quietly looked at the logs under the trees. "She's so white," Ying'er said to me. "So sad." Lucy is one of the few New Zealand girls we know who doesn't like to tan, and always looks at you with big eyes. "She's so nice," Ying'er said again, as if to say that her white is so nice—I want a doll you had with her. "I'm going to have a girl too, with blonde hair." Then she muttered nonsense like this, and when she saw that I was angry, she said: It’s all right, let her love you when she is fourteen years old, and she will fall in love with you. The girls in the valley are very envious of her airy look The skirt you made for her is tied to the waist. Yingzi has a slender waist and looks like a little girl. Only her legs are plump and plump. She said that she looks like her mother. "It's suitable for wearing a skirt. "She turned around and looked in the mirror. She likes this kind of skirt with many natural pleats, which can be placed on the ground in waves when turned, just like the peacock dance she watched when she was a child. She likes the pink dress you made for her and the short skirt with white flowers on a yellow background, she raised her hand slightly, turned around, and then you pinned up the excess. "My mother is not white," she said, "my father is white, but it's a pity He didn't pass it on to me, his skin was so white and thin that he was too embarrassed to wear shorts in summer. ""He asked me to bite him, and my teeth were uncomfortable, so he said tensely,'Girl, bite.My mother is jealous of me. Then she said, "My younger brother Huang is like a Cantonese." ’ Then, after thinking for a while, he said, ‘Mixed-races are pretty, my mom told me she likes little mixed-races. "It was the third time I'd heard her say that. I took a look at the little winged angel she had brought in a plaster cast. She knew I was dying to throw it away.