Blood, tick, tick.On the Yellow Springs, a road of blood is condensed. Here is the eternal night, there are mountains, trees, people, deep and shallow, indistinct black, like a painting thousands of years ago, in one corner of the painting, there is clearly a series of border stamps in Zhuwen, trying to make women unbearable The story was closed in private and let it go around. Many, many feet of different sizes hurried on the road.Keep going, keep going. Among the feet rushing to reincarnate, there is a pair of small feet. Take a closer look at this pair of bow shoes, with bright red four-season flowers, inlaid with precious satin, white silk flat bottom embroidered, green root, blue gold mouth.It is just like the crescent moon in the sky, red like a lotus flower with its petals back.Just three inches.

The little feet staggered step by step, as if they didn't want to go. This bloody path winds beside her little feet, and draws out her thoughts. I saw blood dripping from a head. The topknot has been rolled off, and the rest of the hair is in a mess.In the messy hair, there is still a thin red flower hidden, and the joy suddenly turns into a nightmare, and the red flower has to find a place to shelter. This head was cut off at the neck, glaring back, eyes full of grievances, silver teeth half gritted, so frightened that paper money and ashes dare not float near. The woman held her head with one hand and covered her chest with the other.

It was clearly dressed as a bride, dressed in a red dress.I once thought to myself, he neither blames me for poisoning my husband, nor thinks I have become the fifth concubine of an official, so it can be seen that he still has intentions. However, there is a bloody hole in the chest covered by it, which has long been hollow, and the heart, liver and five internal organs have been ripped out, and there is nowhere to find it.Thinking of this, the woman felt pain all over her body. There are chaotic shadows in front of and behind her, and the woman doesn't know where to go. Little feet are lonely.

There is a gazebo in front.The crowd flocked to drink tea to quench their thirst.Then see the word "Meng Poting". The ghosts have been judged by the various halls. So far, they have been intertwined with hunger and thirst, and they are approaching the world of the sun. The gloomy, expressionless old lady Mengpo is in charge of this pavilion.Everyone took three cups of "Jian Wang" tea soup from her hand, drank it all in one gulp, and hurriedly went to reincarnation. A lonely soul without a master floats here.Granny Meng called her. "Pan Jinlian!" When the woman was moved by her, she couldn't help but stepped forward.

Granny Meng picked up her head that had been cut off by a sharp knife in the sun, her blood was dry and her roots were gone.Just one click and one connection, it is closed and settled in its original position. Tears welled up in the woman's eyelashes, she still turned her head and looked at the past, her hatred was inextricable. Meng Po persuaded: "Come here and drink three cups of tea soup, all the love and hatred in the previous life are completely forgotten." She forced a cup, and the woman had no choice but to take it.Fang took a sip and frowned: "Huh? This tea is sour and salty——"

"Human love and worldly affairs are nothing but sour and salty." Meng Po said, "Drink it quickly, don't know north, south, west, east, wander around in a daze, and fall into reincarnation without knowing it. When you wake up, you will suddenly pass away." The woman puts down the glass abruptly: "No! I want revenge!" Po Meng looked at the woman and recited a verse to herself: Advise Ermo to make a grievance, the grievance is deep and difficult to solve. If a grievance is formed in a day, it will not be resolved in a thousand days. When I see people who make enemies, they are tortured by injustice.

Life is a dream, don't look for it when you wake up. Changing the head and changing the face, the injustice cannot be said. The woman didn't answer. Granny Meng earnestly said: "Why does an adulteress carry hatred? It's just a man." When the woman heard the word "man", she was startled, and just happened to catch a glimpse of a big mirror when she patted her head. "Nie Jing" is formed by the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and all dharmas are born from the heart.The man in my heart... There have been four men. Ah, the past is like a dream.The vast wilderness is completely black at once, like a piece of white paper soaked in thick ink, leaving only a gap, revealing a trace of mystery.

Sad past-- In "Evil Mirror", she saw her first man. He was born with some color since he was a child, and he has a pair of nice little feet. He draws eyebrows and eyes, applies powder and vermilion, and makes a pose, making a good appearance.He can not only describe luan embroidery, but also know how to taste bamboo and silk, and he is good at pipa.After her father's death, she resold it from Wang Zhaoxuan's mansion to Zhang Dahu for thirty taels of silver. At the age of eighteen, his face is lined with peach blossoms, and his eyebrows are crescent moon.That year, Zhang Dahu took advantage of the fact that the head's mother-in-law was away from the banquet at the neighbor's house, so she called her into the room and used her arbitrarily.Bai Bi was tainted.Lonely and weak, with no way to sue for injustice, and was married to Wu Da, who sells cooking cakes on Zishi Street, for nothing, because the head's mother-in-law didn't want a penny.

What does Wuhan University look like?Only on the night of the bridal chamber, the hijab was picked up by the scales, and the eyes glanced left and right, but they couldn't find it.Fang bowed his head, and He saw that there was a three-inch ding and a bark of grain, which described a humble and honest person.I hated it when I first saw it, and I still have to share the same bed at night. Could it be that the whole world has lost a man and has to marry such a drunken stinky bastard?Every day, I can't go away, and I'm going backwards.The tight place does not move when the awl is pierced, it is not a man at all.What is he?How can I be blessed to sleep with a suet jade body?

Luckily seeing another face, Ran Ran covered this idiot.Huh?In the mirror is the senior official of Ximen, in his twenty-five or sixteen years of age, with a very flamboyant appearance.Zhang Sheng is like Pang'er, and Pan An is like appearance.There is a crude medicine shop in front of the gate of Qinghe County.He is good at boxing and sticks, knows how to gamble, Shuanglu chess, and dismantling cards.After Ximen Qing made his fortune, he was rich, powerful, and romantic. He took off one of her embroidered bow shoes, held it in his hand, put a small glass of wine, and ate and played with it.The woman's wine is strong and soft, only he can smash into the deep place, like a fish in water, entangled endlessly, who is willing to let go carelessly?

Willing to die in the stormy sea in his hands. ——It’s just that there should be someone in my heart. Love this guy. Hate this man. After going through a lot of wind and rain, you will die and walk.He originally sent the prison city of Mengzhou to serve as an army, and when he heard that the prince set up the East Palace, the whole country in his hometown was amnesty, so he came back with amnesty.The lonely woman suddenly met again one day. He was her first and last heart. At this moment, he still wanted to marry herself.The time has passed for a long time, he is out, and he grows up more powerfully, does the old heart really not change? Wu Song entrusted Wang Po to speak, and the woman thought to herself: "This fate still falls into his hands!" That night, Wang Po took the lead, wearing a new bun, wearing wedding clothes, and veiled her head to enter the door. I saw bright lights and candles, and his brother Wu Da's spirit card was enshrined on it, so I was a little suspicious at first... I can't remember anything else.Unexpectedly, as soon as the man changed his face and called out "whore", he grabbed her, took a handful of incense ash from the incense burner, and stuffed it in her mouth, so that she would not be able to scream.When the woman was about to struggle, he kicked her in the ribs with his oil boots, put his feet on his arms, and spread his chest. It was too late, but soon, the knife pierced Bai Fufu's heart, and it became a bloody hole. Straight up, the woman's starry eyes flickered halfway, and her feet were only pedaling. With a knife in his mouth, Wu Song opened the hole with his hands, and with a "thump", he tore off his heart, liver and five viscera, and dripped blood to make offerings to the spirit. This is more than that, with a sharp knife, the head was cut off, and the blood flowed all over the ground. The man is so ruthless! The hand raised the knife and fell, and Hongfen died.Seeing a heart of iron and stone, he not only kicked his head aside, but also stabbed his heart, liver and five internal organs with a knife under the eaves behind the building. At the beginning of the shift, he turned around and left. The woman's seven souls are leisurely, and the three souls are vague, looking at her body.The year of death was only thirty-two.Just like the heavy snow in the early spring crushes the golden thread willows, and the twelfth lunar month wind blows away the jade plum blossoms.Where is the charming?Whose home will the soul fall into? The golden wind was desolate, and in the night with a slanting moon, she also went on the road alone. Huangquan Road. Four men's faces appeared one by one.If it wasn't because of these men, in the end, he would have become just an ordinary wife and child, enjoying the rest of his life without wind or waves. How can one be used for many purposes and die in the end?It's full of fire.Being murdered, pitted and killed is nothing more than a man. In the end, if she dies tragically, she still has to bear the notoriety of "the number one adulterous woman in the ages", and she will be powerless to appease her life after life. Hatred burned her eyes red. There was a sentence that offended her, "the number one whore of all time".The woman's thin white teeth bit her thin lip hard, and there was a bloody bruise on her lip.Don't despair, don't be wronged.You have to rely on your own strength to find out the men who have harmed you one by one! She refused to forget the past: "I want revenge!" Don't drink this "醧忘" tea soup! She waved the other two cups that Granny Meng handed over, the cups were overturned, and the tea soup poured out. The woman pushed away the rushing crowd with all her strength, and rushed to the red water rolling platform with all her strength despite the urgent calls behind her. . Po Meng was still screaming: "Pan Jinlian! Pan Jinlian! Don't do this! You must regret it!" A vengeful woman who ran without hesitation without hearing a word. quick! In front is the turntable. The platform is in the shape of eight trigrams, and there is a circle of Tai Chi inside, and there are six holes in it for the "six paths of reincarnation". The woman walks and walks, following indescribable karma, throwing herself into one of them. Among the six realms, there are officials, generals, scholars, farmers, businessmen, wombs, eggs, dampness, and transformation.Form more according to merit and demerit respectively. The waterwheel is rolling, and the Chihe River is surging.Those who are running around in a hurry, each find a favorable position, cast a good pregnancy in the next life, don't live this life in a muddleheaded way.Every dead soul returns with hope in reincarnation. Essence, blood and spirituality are attached to one point, and when the time comes, they will rush out of the Zihe cart from the wheel platform.The blood was flowing, and he fell to the ground in a daze. When he woke up, he was in the world again. He couldn't help shouting, and he was born again. Pan Jinlian's injured heart began to ache again. I only know that my wish will come true, but the future is uncertain, so I can't help but feel a little nervous. Whose household did this woman with small feet invest in? October 18, 1968 was Shan Yulian's big day. Like other little girls between the ages of eight and ten, she enthusiastically tries on new shoes. Those shoes, pink soft satin, tightly wrapped around the feet like a thin cocoon.I stretched my feet in, but I couldn't move because there was a square piece of wood on the top of the shoe.There is no way out, and there are chasing soldiers behind. In the end, you have to use a long ribbon, wrap it around your ankle, tie a bow, and pull the rope once or twice before you're done. Shan Yulian concentrated on doing this first major event in her life, squinting her eyes and pursing her lips.Suddenly, the pair of feet in front of her were twisted and shrunk, and the ribbon changed into a strip of white cloth. The little girl was startled.Tighter, tighter... No, rub your eyes, those are still her beloved ballet slippers. She sat on the pine floor in the rehearsal room of the Shanghai Ballet Academy, her eyes were soft, almost pale.The walls are all painted dark brown, even the handrails.On the railing, there was already a girl in a tight black dance dress, impatiently putting her legs on it to control her.The toes are stretched straight, pointing straight up to the blue sky. Everyone is not used to their new shoes. Shan Yulian looked at it from left to right, her hands, for some reason, became graceful and graceful.The little finger raised up unconsciously, like an orchid.Rubbing her shoes, with a childish voice, she hummed a Shandong ditty that she had never heard, learned or sung—— The eight-year-old girl's eyes are dreamy and dazed, she is a fan of the authorities, and she can't control herself.Hehe Qingqing, her little friend was so strange, he patted her on the shoulder: "Shan Yulian, what reactionary song are you humming?" "No." Looking at the dancing shoes I put on, I jumped up, and my little feet were learning to walk.She felt, yes, there is a layer of separation between people and the ground.It's only a few steps, and it's not stable, so I have to get down right away.Hey, I have been studying for a long time, and once I get a pair of shoes, I can't even walk. The teacher is here. She was wearing a white turtleneck sweater over a royal blue suit.Every teacher looks like this, you can never tell whether she is teaching dance or politics. The teacher asked all the little girls to form a semi-circle, stretch their legs from the hips, lay them flat on the floor, press the soles of their feet against each other, and gently press down the legs to practice the hip-splitting movement.From light to heavy, the waist is straight, and the whole person is serious. The teacher said: "Sugar is not as sweet as honey, and cotton is not as warm as skin. Parents are more loving than Chairman Mao!" The teacher taught them to appreciate ballet again: "Ballet has a history of 400 years. Its forms are diverse and can continue to develop without end. Dance rules cannot be modified arbitrarily. For example, I taught you the other day. No one has doubted the so-called "five basic positions" for three or four hundred years. Today, what I want everyone to learn is that ballet is an unchanging art, but art must serve the revolution. The "Cultural Revolution" has begun, and the raging fire has also ignited the hearts of our dance circles. From today on, all reactionary singing and dancing must be overthrown. With the firm support of Chairman Mao and the earnest advocacy of Comrade Jiang Qing, we Start rehearsing the revolutionary model dance drama..." Accompanied by the piano on the side, ding ding dong dong poured out the passionate rhythm.Little girls, they seem to understand, but they don't understand.He raised his eyes to look out of the window, and suddenly there were flames soaring into the sky. The Red Guards are at it again. This is already the twenty-seventh day. "We want to 'destroy the four old and establish the four new'!" "We will oppose whatever the enemy supports!" "The flames of revolution are burning brightly!" "Down with ghosts and monsters!" "Long live the Cultural Revolution!" The innocent eyes of the little girl are used to such scenes.I just don't understand why the struggle of adults is so tragic?Why do these brothers and sisters always wreak havoc when they come here, smashing whatever they see? The Red Guards took out a large number of books, photos, music scores, dance clothes, and even notes and documents that were copied from the office of the dance academy. Anything that could be burned, they threw them one by one on the open space and burned them. up. In a sea of ​​flames, a boy about twelve or thirteen years old threw a set of thread-bound books with all his strength, and vaguely saw three characters. "Jin Ping Mei". When Shan Yulian saw these three characters, she didn't ask for a deep understanding, her heart trembled, and she couldn't figure out the slightest clue.These three words are like a slender orchid hand, which moves her, and she has the last attachment to it.Confused, who is pushing from behind?She rushed up, rushed up, and wanted to rescue her with one hand, but before her hand was close to the sea of ​​fire, the book was instantly reduced to ashes, and its whereabouts have been unknown since then. The Red Guards shouted impassionedly into her little face: "All reactionaries are paper tigers!" There was a loud bang, and a half-dead person lay beside Shan Yulian. It must have been a flash.He was still on the third floor and shouted: "I'm not a reactionary! Don't persecute me!" He jumped down immediately.He's not quite dead yet.Two legs were broken, one left and one right were bent in unexpected directions, the broken bones stretched through the pants, and they stretched out miserably.The head was broken and the eyes were covered with blood. It turned out that there were six or seven strange big iron hats on the head, and the whole body was bloodstained by the whip whip, and the clothes were shabby and could not cover the body. He moved faintly and rhythmically, at first glance like a slow dance.The hardest kind to dance. The Red Guards rushed over, kicked him back and forth, left and right, and then used a steel fork to pierce his coat and pierce his chest to test whether he was alive or dead.In the end, he was dragged away on the ground full of glass shards. Shan Yulian watched in astonishment as their dean ended up like this.poor thing. The teacher numbly called them to the rehearsal room, and everyone returned to the team: "Successors of the literary and art circles, all the Red Detachment of Women! Let's fight for the revolution together!" Three days later, a new dean came to the courtyard to take over all revolutionary affairs here. Dean Zhang is an outsider. He is of medium build, with a smile on his face, almost frowning.The eyebrows are thick and the eyes are deep.More like a cow than a man.I like to walk with my chest upright, behave positively when doing things.The layman leads the insider. Who is he? Because of the fighting in that month.He is a dare-death member, adhering to the theoretical basis of "attacking with words and defending with force", and has made a little contribution. The headquarters first sent a large crane to break open the iron gate of the diesel engine factory. Twenty of them used large logs and large forklifts to break through a section of the wall on the left side of the factory gate, shouting the slogan "Afraid of death is not a rebel team!" , Occupied the cafeteria, cut off water and food, and before dark, dispatched ten fire trucks, water cannons with a water pressure of more than 100 pounds, and relayed water from the riverside 1,000 meters away to deliver water to the people guarding the building. injection.At 6:22 that night, the fighting ended. The enemies were all captured, beaten, insulted, criticized, paraded through the streets, detained for interrogation, and tortured. All those who made meritorious service in the armed struggle participated in further revolutionary actions. Zhang Zhibin transformed himself into the dean and unit leader. He loves patrolling rehearsals and speaking in study classes. The little girl was bouncing and walking on the playground, beautiful flowers blossoming.After a call, Hua'er gathered in the classroom again, sitting obediently one by one, listening to the story of "Red Detachment of Women" told by the dean—— "This is the red base. Look, the red flag! The red flag! Wu Qinghua couldn't restrain his excitement when he saw the bright red flag waving in the wind on the hero tree. This stubborn poor peasant daughter was tortured in the landlord's dungeon. She shed tears; Nan Batian beat her to death, but she did not shed tears. Now she looks up at the red flag, as if seeing the Party, Chairman Mao, the great savior of the working people, as if for the first time in her life, she plunged into the warmth of her mother embrace……" Shan Yulian has never met her mother.Into the warm embrace of mother?What was that experience like? She may be "Wu Qinghua".Because the party cultivated her. She practiced hard, such as "spin", the foot that supports the center of gravity, no matter after ten, twenty, thirty, or thirty rotations, it should stay in place, the position has not changed at all, not even half a point-the result of hard training One, her toenail was injured and turned black. In the most serious case, the whole piece peeled off. She can only continue after recovering. The second result of hard training, she can dance the Detachment of Women.In that dance, the party representative Hong Changqing gave a political lesson to the soldiers of the Detachment of Women. Holding the handout in his left hand, he pointed forcefully into the distance with his right hand, and said impassionedly: "Our revolution is by no means to avenge personal revenge, but to establish the liberation of mankind." Revolutionary ideal!" The bitter and bitter woman wore a gray military uniform, a red belt, a red scarf, a red armband, leggings and dancing shoes, and held a shiny silver steel knife in her hand. The red ribbons were flying all over the place. Revenge is here! The little girls in the dance academy all grew up like this. At first, it was a member of the "Red Detachment of Women" group dancer, with a blurred face.Regardless of each other. Later, those who looked good and danced well were picked out to dance the "White-haired Girl" pas de deux. The "Cultural Revolution" was in full swing. For a time, the entire Chinese literature and art were only concentrated in eight model operas. "Shajiabang", "Red Lantern", "Taking Tiger Mountain by Outsmart", "Ode to the Dragon River", "Cuckoo Mountain", "Red Detachment of Women", "The White-haired Girl".Any performance can only be these few.The big-character posters exposed the ineffectiveness of the revolution, and also praised the hearts of the promoters. It is also a pride of Shan Yulian to be able to host Tiao Xi'er. When she was fifteen years old, she was slim and graceful.With a lifting movement, what was raised in the air was no longer a lively little doll with round eyes and dark lacquer.Her cheeks were rosy, and her small mouth was slightly parted.Long eyelashes covered her soft eyes, and her dense black braids were temporarily hidden in the white-haired girl's wig.All white, one head white.After rehearsing for four hours, beads of sweat leaked out secretly.She seems to have matured secretly. Dean Zhang was outside the rehearsal room. When he first saw her, his eyes fell on her swollen chest accidentally.It must be a little painful for my daughter to grow.It hurts slightly. When Shan Yulian was taking a bath, she always found that there was an untouchable place, and she was throbbing day by day for no reason. Suddenly, she felt that it was a joy that made her bewildered.Sometimes she is melancholy, her color is so good, her breasts are high, tightly bound by a calico bra, but it hurts slightly - she can feel her own beauty. Although he was dazed and had no time to pay attention, the wings of a fragile butterfly that had just emerged from its pupa were still wet. Just like the pas de deux in "The White-haired Girl" just now, how serious it was.Xi'er is the daughter of a poor peasant whose father was beaten to death by a landlord. She fled to the deep mountains, where she lived in the open and ate wild fruits. Her hair turned white like a ghost, and her hair was shining silver. She met her former lover Dachun.Dachun joined the New Fourth Army and let her know: the old society turned people into ghosts, and the new society turned ghosts into people. A gay male dancing in the big spring, stepping on bows and arrows, clenched his fists and pierced his claws to show his loyalty to the party, Xi'er sighed beside him, turning and turning - he stared at her, the one or two strands stuck to his neck wet hair. When holding her waist, she felt his young and immature fingers tremble a little.He has also been a classmate for ten years, but after all, he dare not hold her tighter.The young man's expression was very difficult. Comrade waiter shouted: "Comrade Shan Yulian, the dean wants you to meet him after class." Shan Yulian quickly wiped her body dry. She braided her long hair, twisted it around twice, and laid it on her head quietly. Dean Zhang saw the girl who knocked on the door and came in. The blouse was a small light pink plaid, made of cotton, the cuffs were rolled up, and the half of her bare arm was also pink. Ah, she just took a bath, and there is a smell of soap in the air, a pungent jasmine fragrance.pungent. He told her the truth: "Comrade Shan Yulian, you came to the hospital when you were eight years old. I have read your account. You are an orphan and have no relatives, so you have a good background. You are willing to work and serve, have a revolutionary spirit, and have a simple affection for the party. " When Zhang Zhibin said this, his facial expression was very serious.Basically, my family’s feelings towards the party are also very simple. He and his wife would stand in front of Chairman Mao’s portrait every morning when they woke up, and report to “he” that he knew: Chairman Mao, Chairman Mao, what meeting are we going to have today? A worker propaganda team from somewhere came to visit today. Everyone has exchanged experiences. We follow your instruction "never forget class struggle" to catch ideas.Before going to bed, I also said to the portrait of Chairman Mao: Chairman Mao, Chairman Mao, I made a mistake again today, and I didn’t approve it thoroughly... Husband and wife ask for instructions early and report late. Facing the delicate and delicious dim sum that he hadn't seen for a long time, Dean Zhang wanted to devour it all at once. "Comrade Shan, you look good enough and dance well. You should be the No. 1 seed cultivated by the state. Unfortunately, something went wrong. We need to study it." Shan Yulian was anxious, what's the matter? A pair of beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned, eyes full of innocent doubts. "Dean, what happened? You didn't want me to drop out of school, did you?" He thought deeply. He stared at her blankly, his whole body was like smoking, it was a thought that happened in an instant.He was thirsty, as if he saw himself like a beast in her pupils. He said in a difficult way: "—something went wrong. Because, well, you're in good shape, great, just too 'that'—" When he said that, he couldn't help but pull Shan Yulian over and turn around, her chest trembled slightly under his eyes.Maybe it was just an illusion, but he held her shoulders and turned around again. "Your body shape is not simple, do you understand? Ballet is a lot of spinning, jumping, or lifts. You are a bit overweight, with a burden, and it is impossible for your partner to get close. It is difficult to control yourself... ..." It was really hard for him to control himself. As you speak, your hands go down the current and up against the current. It is impossible to explain this truth clearly.At the last moment, the primal desire burned up, he was just a man.He stopped the revolution, and in the end, his animal nature became violent, and he pushed the girl down—she was still inhumane. Dean Zhang swept away the pens, documents, and paperweights on the table with one hand, and floated in the sea of ​​desire surrounded by red flags and Chairman Mao's portrait. She struggled, but the rage brought him even greater stimulation, as long as the exercise pants were torn and a corner opened, it was enough... There was no delay, the arrow was on the string, and he was very excited. He used a very fierce way to stuff it—— He glared at her confusedly: "Don't move around, don't yell. I won't make you feel wronged." He forcibly covered her mouth: "I will report to the organization—" From outside: "Long live the Cultural Revolution!" It happened to drown out Shan Yulian's shrill cries of pain. She sees him. Shan Yulian tried her best, but she was still raped.Her hair was disheveled and she was hysterical. She took an object from the table, smashed it hard, and slammed into Dean Zhang's lower body full of hatred. Her whole life was ruined. The dean yelled, and the object was covered in blood.No one could see clearly, it turned out to be a plaster statue of Chairman Mao. She thrust in without hesitation.The door was knocked open.Dean Zhang's lover and two teachers rushed in, and they were stunned when they saw this scene. Shan Yulian was frightened and trembled.He still had his pants half off. The dean covered the bloody place with his hands and groaned in pain: "This man—the counter-revolution—" His lover gritted his teeth and pushed and beat her, cursing fiercely: "You whore!" Whore? Her head was bowed low, and there were still whispers of women behind her.It's not clear, vague, and it's just the word "harlot". Shan Yulian frowned, and held back again.