Chapter 12 Matsuko-kun

Such an impolite summer in June is as sad as shutting people up in a steamer.In the big courtyard, cicadas and the like screamed in the sun, and dogs and the like, with their tongues hanging from the corners of their mouths, fled to the pagoda trees to breathe, willows, elms, pagoda trees, walnut trees, and the flowers on the flower beds. Impatiens, pagoda brocade, warbler grass, and rouge all seem to be under the pressure of a kind of power and prestige that can't be helped, and they can't lift their heads, and they are falling asleep in a daze. Under such circumstances, I dare not go to the city to share the duty of absorbing dust with the people on the streets of Dongdan and Xidan.I had nothing else to do, so I set up a rattan chair with a backrest, or my small canvas stool for sketching, went down to the big locust tree, and flipped through the "Fa Yuan" I had taken from the library. See Zhulin.

Under the big locust tree, the camp bed was ordered and ordered as usual. Even if the rain had come, the servant would just smile and let it rain there.But it also saves me the trouble of taking out and making progress every day.If I don’t care about flipping through the book, I will fall asleep on the camp bed when I feel sleepy, and I will wake up when I am happy. After it was full, I chose a good place where the shade of the tree could not be exposed to the sun and went to dream.If you wake up just before three o'clock, you can hear a group of cicadas clamoring like "small village cows" among the branches on the top of the tree, just like reciting their warm books under the urging of the sun.In the distance, you can hear the cows, calves, and chickens clucking.On the flower bed, under the big bowl and at the root of the tree next to the wall, there are many crickets happily playing the piano.You know, the cow is calling for its son, or the son is looking for its mother, and the chicken has laid eggs and is being chased by people. .There are also crickets playing the piano, which is really annoying!You thought it was doing something.That little thing has a new wife, and it's his new wife who is molesting it there!

It is rare for me to wake up before three o'clock, unless I eat too little at lunch and wake up hungry at that time. Waking up from hunger is rare and rare, and that can only be blamed on the fact that there are too few days when the food is not suitable for the master chef in the kitchen. My friend Matsuko-kun, who is more accurate than the clock on the station every day, came at about a quarter past four.When I didn't wake up, I didn't make a sound, moved a chair by myself, sat under a tree far away from me, and didn't shake me, waiting for me to wake up by myself.Sometimes when I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw him dozing off with his head tilted on that chair.But usually, when I opened my eyes wide and searched for my friend beside those tree roots, I always saw him looking at me with a smile. "Ah, good sleep!"

"Then why don't you shake me to wake up?" He said politely as if complaining, "Why don't you shake me to wake up?" For the sake of self-explanation, he always said, "If it comes, shake it, if it's in a dream What I had in my dream was the kind of sweet dream of kissing a woman, and if I disturbed it, wouldn’t it be an irreparable sin?” However, it took him to shake it again and again to wake up clearly, and the number of times was still relatively high. Wake up to be more. Today, I ate no less than usual. Somehow, I was not tired.Several times I deliberately covered my face with a book I was reading, and tried to close my eyelids, trying to fall asleep, but it was still impossible.It's because my health has been so good recently, relatively good, so I subtracted the afternoon nap, maybe it is.Today I ate porridge. I cooked it with the half chicken and the pot of soup left over from yesterday. It was delicious, and it seemed that I ate more than usual.

Generally, the news of autumn has arrived, and the position of the sun has changed from day to day.In the past, there was no need to move the chair and the bed. Under the walnut tree, the sunlight that sifts the leaves has recently penetrated.It was even harder to sleep in the flickering light.So I moved the little bed to another ginkgo tree. Can't sleep, what to play?Alone, especially in this kind of weather, it seems that there is really nothing to do.Catching crickets seldom fights with me, and when fishing, fish don't know how to eat.There are actually many serious things, such as writing a letter for the eldest sister and the same sister, reporting the recent situation here.But these kinds of things seem to be only suitable to be done under the electric light in the room. I just can't write a letter well in the daytime.Unfortunately, the book I selected today is another "Love Letters Two Volumes", crude and simple letters, one after another, seemingly complicated but actually extremely simple descriptions.The author tried his best to expand the emotional exaggeration to all aspects, but it turned out to be something ridiculous. "Psychologically correct and faithful writing, we can see it," vaguely as someone or the author himself said in the preface, in fact, this is really ridiculous.We only see an outline, a faint outline resembling smoke. This book is not considered a success, just like "Returning Hometown" written by another young man. The people in the book are not people. Only a shadow similar to that type of person was drawn.There are some diaries, or the author added some words from his "grandmother's diary" that are enough to help young readers imagine their sexual desires.This is the trick of Matsuko-kun.According to him, this is a book that can be read here and there, and it is probably a good book, so he brought it along when he went to the city.

When I read the book, I realized it was such a book.Generally, young boys and girls, when they are adventurous in their sexual senses, are feeling the eagerness of hungry people for food. This kind of mysterious miracle has no proven convenience, so they always want to find similar satisfaction from reverie, but Vain reverie is weary, and so a book is a friend of boys and girls that contains in it a more detailed account of such wonder-travelers.Another "History of Sexuality" is why everyone loves readers.In fact, with regard to "Sexual History", perhaps those who have wives can use it to gain one or two more ways to enjoy themselves.As for ordinary lonely men, they just want to find out from Jiang Ping's behavior that it is enough to lead him into a kind of imaginary fantasy, and use a self-sufficient method to obtain evidence in the haze. "The recent publications are said to have improved a lot, and the situation is full of comedy. No matter whether it is a cat or a dog, a book is printed, as long as it is displayed on a small book stand in the market, as usual, how many people will come to spend money on this book. Let the owner of the bookstore, the author and the small book seller each have a certain right to earn some money to use. If the book author would do that kind of speculative business, understand the fashion, and do love, biography, philosophy, education on time , nationalism, ... all kinds of books, the shopkeeper of the bookstore will put words that are enough to impress readers who don't understand it in the advertisement, so everyone talks about it, the book has become a masterpiece, and the author of the book , and become a famous person. Thinking of this kind of trick, I don’t know how long it will last in China. I have invested in a share." Mr. Song Zi, I just said the above words yesterday, and when he comes, I will ask him if the novel to be printed has already been named, and if he has not, I will persuade him to take one too. Similar to "Love Letter Two Volumes", the title of the book has caught the hearts of many young boys and girls who are eager to try it. Of course, the royalties that Mr. Songzi hopes can be obtained in a very short time.

Looking at the watch in his hand, the time is still only two and fifteen.It seems to be extraordinarily hot today. Yesterday, I asked Song Zijun to borrow a copy of "Diary of Brother Lan Sheng" for me to read when I returned. After a while, if Song Zijun comes, I will probably not forget to bring a new book. I also heard a friend tell how good "Diary of Lan Shengdi" is, but it has been sold somewhere between a hundred copies or a little more. This reminds me more of the people in China who bought the book and read it. The substance is as pitiful as its extent.All of a sudden, a little hemp fly came to disturb my face intentionally or unintentionally, chased it away and came back again, and my little indignation caused by "Diary of Lan Shengdi" moved to this little thing.Probably it was also thirsty and wanted to lick a little sweat, and soon it stopped on my hand on my lap.I saw it leisurely like a little Beijing official, bowing to the void with his front feet, washing his face, trimming his beard, and rubbing his hands and feet, like Mr. Kaaji Kaajiyevich who went to the yamen wearing a new coat air.If it wasn't because it looked ridiculous, there was no need to be polite, and the other hand that was hanging down skillfully and conveniently moved it up to pat it, and this thing would have ended.I let it play on the back of my hand and walk on the knuckles, as if disappointed, it finally made a move and flew away.

Looking up at the sky, white clouds, like new cotton, are shredded by the wind, covered by the sky like an old blue bamboo cloth shirt that is dark in some places and light in others, pasted here and there, and blown away by the breeze , moving slowly. For some reason, after the fly flew away from the back of my hand, I looked at the white clouds running in the sky for a while, and then fell asleep on the cot. …When he woke up, Matsuko-kun was trying to hide behind the walnut tree trunk. "I saw you." Mr. Song Zi, who was spotted by me without avoiding it, leaned against the tree and stood still.

"Isn't it so that you won't wake up after being poked on the head?" After listening to him, I saw that he was still holding a white stick in his hand. "It was you who shook me awake, I thought—" Matsuko-kun just laughed. "Shake it, and I got hit on the head twice," said, and sat down on the big stone slab under the walnut tree. Mr. Songzi, today it seems to be in "military uniform", all the clothes have been changed, and the white lapel suit is like a new one. "Why don't you take off your clothes?" "I want to go," he took off his clothes and grabbed them with his arms. "I've been here for a long time. Seeing that you slept soundly, I was still afraid of disturbing your sweet dreams, so I sat on the rock alone and watched. After a while, I suddenly remembered something. There is a person going down to the city early tomorrow morning, and I want to ask him to do something, so I want to leave without waking you up, but when I stand up and pick up the stick, I can't help Take two slaps on your body, haha, isn’t it a crime?”

"Also, others are just dreaming..." "That's the kind of thing that will demand compensation from me again!" "Of course!" Both of them laughed. "Why do you get dressed again?" I also noticed that Mr. Songzi's face was shaved in the morning. "Could it be that people can't use this thing when they are old?" After he said that, I noticed his feet again. On top of the white leather shoes, there were a pair of light flesh-colored silk socks. "Beautiful!" "That's right," he lit a match and said, "Do old people still use beauty? Beautiful and beautiful, beauty is just a bunch of things for you young people!"

"There are complaints again!" Song Zijun is afraid that people will say that he is old, so everywhere always mentions that he is old.When he said, "I'm complaining again", he couldn't help laughing. He sucked on the cigarette slowly, as if thinking about one thing at the same time. "What's the news?" As usual, in the past, after I mentioned this, Mr. Song Zi would add his own opinions on the political news he got from "Morning News" and "Suncheon Times", and talk about it one by one. .When happy, the face is round, but with emotion, it seems rather long. "I don't read the newspaper. I have one thing in my heart, and I forget everything." My friend has a round face, and I know that I must have done something very proud. "My roommate Zhou Jun is back," Neng continued, "Yesterday, when I turned back from you, I saw him. He has lost a lot of weight and darkened, so we talked all night." Zhou Jun, after Song Zijun mentioned it, a face emerged in his impression.He is a handsome young man, twenty-two years old, a third-year student in the Department of Chinese Literature. He is often silent to others, and he is often seen laughing innocently in silence. "This is a good kid," the first sentence of Matsuko-kun's introduction to me was so blunt. Now that I think about it, I still feel that Matsuko-kun's words are appropriate. I know that my friends don't want people to be thin and black, so I deliberately said, "It's better to be thinner!" "It's better to be thinner! It's better for people to be thinner, but you are so fat for nothing—" My friend seemed to be getting angry seriously, but it's okay, I know. "You have to know that other people come back here in distress!" My friend immediately calmed down and forgave my offense. "A woman is so distressed that she has become a lunatic. I set fire, but I was really going crazy, he told me. Recently, my heart has calmed down, so I was busy moving back to school. I asked him, if a person is thin, don’t he feel it? He said that he would soon I'm going to be fat again like before, just need to live in the school for a month." He didn't ask me if I was willing to listen or not, so he kept talking. "When I returned to my aunt's house in Beijing, I encountered injustice. He said it was injustice, but I said it was happiness. Don't you think this is happiness? Although it is pain, if we can do this, we will suffer it. Is it?" After all, I still can't understand what he meant by saying that things are not wronged but happy, and that I am willing to suffer the pain. "What are you talking about?" "A young child, do you have any other grievances? It is said that he is smart, and I have to ask questions about this, I don't understand!" "Then it's a woman?" "I still need to put a question in the back, what a skeptical philosopher!" He said when he received it, "Poor our little friend, he is so emaciated because of one thing. He said that when he arrived in Beijing, he would not be punished if he was wronged." When I was not close up, I was happy and happy. I went to the park every day to eat iced lemonade, and smelled the fragrance by the lotus pond. I was with my aunt, cousin, sister, and brother-in-law. Everyone talked freely and asked for food. I will go out again after ten o’clock. Beihaili, I have a boat, and I can row to the bridge leading to the South China Sea to fold lotus flowers. As usual, there is a notice on the wharf that if you fold a flower, you will be fined a penny for the ocean. Is it fun to pay the fine to the person in charge and then fold the flowers? "However, a person was added to the team not long ago. It was because my aunt went to Tianjin, and my sister wanted someone to accompany her, so she invited her to the second uncle's house. Didn't his uncle's house lock up a group of good-looking young people? The cousin who came to love? But it’s not any of the cousins ​​who came. The cousin is also having her own fun. Even if she wants to, she will not come to accompany her sister. The one who came is the enemy. Really the enemy! Three cousins One of my brother's aunts is twenty years old, a bannerman, and she is very beautiful. When my third cousin arrived in Guangdong, his house was vacant, he was not on a job, and he couldn't go out dancing with his cousins, so when it comes to coming to accompany the fourth lady—— It's his sister's honorific name at home, you should know——he came here happily. They also often see it, but it always seems to be far away. This is also the fault of friends. They are willing to be closer to the young man Yes. But after the third day, my friend knew about it. Needless to say, they became intimate. In a vague way, my friend felt that this young grandma had a stubborn friendship with him. It’s really not a problem, he And it is clear that others are trying to seduce him. Using some sensual things and a gentle spirit, they are deliberately intoxicating him, making him have ambitions that he has never had before. You know, a coward like a friend is really not That good man teased him with naked emotion. I believe he would not be so courageous anyway. After he found out, he had to be a hero. I asked him, what about a hero? ? He said he would love it. "This grandma, a twenty-year-old, has a taste for sex. She is very smart. Seeing her smile, others can understand it while shrinking in fear. The person standing opposite is so young and beautiful. Gentle, just a "precious jade", if you don't move forward, don't you deliberately leave yourself an irreparable loss in the future? So...a week, a whole week, the two of them really appreciated each other's bodies....to Finally, our friend repaid that pleasure with tears." Mr. Songzi seemed to be making a fuss, and after talking about Mr. Zhou's affairs, it seemed that the duty of reporting had been exhausted, and he lit a cigarette again. "Did the family know?" "no!" "Is it a quarrel?" "no!" "Is it because my aunt returned to Beijing and that person also returned home?" "no!" "yes……" "Neither of them," Song Zijun said. "It's still fine, even if my aunt has returned to Beijing. This is close to his self-suffering, and this is my conclusion. He doesn't know how to enjoy himself, but he still wants to be with such a person." He found something that women didn't have. He thought that this grandma had a nun-like behavior that many wives don't need. This fool is still pursuing this! I don't know if other people only love one person, then how can you Possess her? He was unwilling to allow another young man to appreciate her in the rest of his embrace. He soon found his ideal disillusioned and sank into this disappointment. Things are too bad! This Grandma never let go of her love for the world, her cousin, who was much younger than her friends, was soon in her arms, and her sixteen-year-old brother-in-law was all she could see. "Then let it go, that's what I told him. But my friend said that although she found such things that made her hot heart suddenly freeze, in her behavior, her quietness was completely different from that of Lang Ye's woman. , is a very certain thing, so if you want to let it go, you can't. Greedy makes up for this gap, but there is no way to hold this person tighter, just like a broken rope, you can hold this person you love. My heart is hanging, and after seeing where the rope is broken, I can't break it immediately, and I can't make it swing steadily without any fear, so I'm stuck in deep pain. "First, he wanted to purposely stir things up, so that the man would break away from his third cousin and formally form a small government with himself! Young people, you are always going to make jokes. ..." A head protruded from the gap in the courtyard wall, and the servant called Song Zijun away. "Let's talk about it later, there are too many articles," he said while walking, and he climbed over the gap in the wall, and Mr. Songzi disappeared behind the clump of small maple trees.A white cane cane was left to lean against the walnut tree. After dinner, the sun had already set on the back mountain, a crimson glow flew in the sky, and some purple mist could still be seen at the foot of the mountain.The cicadas on the trees in the courtyard will be home from school while they are warming up their books at night.Around the mountain, the voices of the grasshoppers gradually became lively, and there were many golden bells. The long-awaited Mr. Song Zi finally did not come again. "He wants me to write something," Song Zijun deliberately bruised his face, expressing his embarrassment.It was us who brought up yesterday's conversation. "Then write it!" "I said I was going to write, so I picked up my pen, but"——Song Zijun took out a bundle of white manuscript paper from his pocket, "here, it was written, it's a joke, it's so generous! If you change it, you can be happy.I drew up the title..." "Give it to me to have a look," and stretched out his hand, but Mr. Song Zi didn't bring the paper over. "I read it, who can recognize this word? I still have to guess the meaning of the next sentence. Just listen to you.Don't laugh, if you laugh, I won't read it.My topic is a grandma..." "Chi..." I didn't remember our appointment, and I couldn't help laughing out loud when I heard the topic. "Then I won't read it! There are so many funny things, let's take it slowly." In fact, he himself was just smiling. "Listen to me and finish my reading before criticizing!" "That's the way to do it." I sat upright in the chair and listened to him. So, he kept talking. "Because I want to be playful, the title is a grandma, isn't it funny? The following is the text, don't interrupt me, listen to me after reading, and then come to criticize. ... Regarding this young grandma, everything about her temper, character, face, and figure, we can extract a few passages from Mr. T's diary for your reference—what are you referring to?Could it be that this and that have that kind of blessing to appreciate it?Haha, I don't read it anymore. " "Then you send me here!" Begging him is not enough.Mr. Song Zi stuffed the bundle of manuscripts into his purse.I know his temper. Whatever he is reluctant to tell others, it is useless to ask him. As for the news that makes his heart itch, ignore him, and he still can't stick to it. do not say.I can see this little temper in him in many things.You ask him some things, he deliberately doesn't say anything, and after a while, he can't help but repeat it in your ear.So at this time I just ignored it and repaired one of my small steel watches by myself under the lamp. Mr. Songzi saw that I ignored the manuscript, and seemed to be happy to do so, and lit up the cigarette. "Didn't there seem to be a no-smoking note posted here yesterday?" Let him deliberately talk nonsense, but keep silent, and treat him persistently. "Why, are you ignoring me?" I remain silent.Looking sideways, I saw that his face was still very round, knowing that he would never be angry with me in my heart, so I still turned the hour hand on the small steel watch openly. "You want to talk!" "I didn't say anything." "Then you have ears!" "If you have ears, you don't have anything to listen to. Others regard a piece of news as if it is a treasure. Isn't it a pair of ears in vain?" "Tch..." Matsuko laughed. I knew he had softened, but I deliberately didn't understand the meaning of what he said, "What's so ridiculous! I don't want to say anything!" "Don't you want me to say something? Then I'll—" If you don’t ride the wind and turn the canopy, Mr. Songzi’s face will become longer. "Quickly read that to me! You don't know how people vomit because of your unpredictable little temper!" Urging him like this made him "get down to business", he just He took out the volume of manuscripts from his purse again. He promised to send me to read it, but he made an appointment first, and he would not allow me to read it until he had gone, because in this way, he would not see the funny part of his article in my smiling face. This funny, In Song Zijun, writing came naturally, but when he saw a friend reading from his manuscript paper, Song Zijun was extremely ashamed.Matsuko-kun's conditions must be complied with, so when I took the bundle of manuscript papers, I pressed them under the pillow. "You are only allowed to watch after I go!" "Everything will be done." "Do everything, don't laugh at me!" There are quite a lot of such childish places in Mr. Songzi.But he had no choice but to agree with his mouth.In fact, he also knows that such requests are even more ridiculous.But when others agreed not to smile in person, he found a place where he could feel relieved. As usual, Mr. Songzi used peanuts, apples, pears, etc. to subsidize the rest of his mouth when he spoke. My servant was very pleased with Mr. Songzi.Don't want me to yell, and after a while, another bag of things came from outside with a smile, "Okay, sir." I am always embarrassed to say "no" once when I see someone treating me with kindness and kindness. Yes, the footman was therefore all the more enthusiastic about his obligation to buy fruit for me.At this time, it was time for Matsuko-kun to take a break from his eloquence, but ten big apples, which he liked very much, were thrown one by one from the footman's handkerchief in front of Matsuko-kun. "Okay, eat!" With a very agile technique, the peel of an apple became a long strip of flower snakes and hung down to Mr. Songzi's lap.In peeling apples, we still have to talk as usual, but this kind of talk is always nothing more than his valet's ignorance and my valet's knowledgeable and honest nagging. , so it doesn't matter if you don't listen. one There is a section of "filler" for every apple, and when he eats the seventh apple, he switches from "filler" to the main text. "The article, after reading it, my brother advocates publishing it, so let's publish it in "Voice Film Magazine". But it has to be changed. At least the title should always be a little closer to solemnity. This is a piece of life history of others Mile." "It's actually the same." "It's not the same! You know this, you don't have to be polite, it's still a waste of time, and you should make corrections, and you should spare no effort!" He grabbed the eighth apple again, and began to use the tip of the knife to dig out the hollow at the lower end of the apple. If the upper part was modified, it had to be regarded as a "filler". ………… It was eleven o'clock when Mr. Song Zi left the apple peel on the ground and walked back to his yard.Slowly moved the lamp closer to the bed, wanting to read Matsuko-kun's article, but our servant quietly brought in a bag of things. Still Apple.He took them out one by one and put them on the plate on the coffee table near my bed. "I know that there is that gentleman here. There will never be enough apples, and you must not eat any of them, sir, so I went downhill to buy ten of them. He didn't leave when I bought them. This gentleman will stuff half of everything here into the empty corner of his stomach, so--" "Since he has enough to eat, he should let him eat before going! He just mentioned that you are smart and interesting! Next You shouldn't be so stingy this time." "Yes, Mr. sued me, I always remember, let him eat twenty when he comes tomorrow." The footman smiled and picked up a large bag of apple peels from the ground and pulled it out the door.Seeing the ten half-red and half-green apples on the coffee table that had escaped Mr. Songzi's poisonous hands crowded together, I couldn't help but stop laughing when I thought of Mr. Songzi and his servant. Mr. Songzi, what he said in his article is exactly the same as what I said in the daytime.How to learn Guo Geli's rules, to describe Zhou Jun's rival in love, for example, the man's nose is the same as his face, he said: "Let's think about it, on a winter melon, stick a strip of it." Little Cucumber, that is Mr. K’s respected model, but regarding the blending of colors, everyone should think of the burnt brick wall at the same time, so that we can know his beauty.” In fact, this is too much. Needless to say, Mr. Songzi has the spirit of Mrs. Tom who is a nosy person, and was moved by the indignation of pity and sympathy, so he demoted Mr. K in a particularly exaggerated manner. At the back of the article, it is very funny to say that Mr. T went to drink recklessly in order to discover his status, but when he got drunk for the third time, he vomited a lot of food in one night, and at the same time I vomited up all the sorrows that came from that woman. When I woke up in the morning, I had already vomited up the sorrows, so I felt relaxed and thought of going back to the mountain, so I went back to the mountain.This kind of comedy ends, but it comes suddenly, so after watching it, I can't feel T Jun's passionate love at that time and the change in his heart after disappointment.This is obviously written by Mr. Song Zi on purpose for his friend Zhou Jun to read. After Zhou Jun saw it, he felt a kind of ridiculousness, and Mr. Song Zi got something from it. In the front and middle of the article, Mr. Songzi recorded many diaries of Mr. Zhou, which seemed to be recorded in the so-called Mr. T's diary in the article. I chose the simplest one. It’s as simple as a little widow. I really don’t think it should be. But because of this, I think it’s more attractive. It’s also true. She is wearing a blue dress today, and some of the Guanyin Bodhisattvas are dressed like this . "I will be confident that I am a man who has seen all common things for the sake of other eyes. Frightening though it may be, I should not hesitate. As fierce as a warrior fighting a lion In this way, going forward is a method I should adopt at this time. This method can benefit both sides, and there is no need to guess. I will try my best to expand the love that I should distribute until it can no longer expand. In love, in love, even if all this love is built on the other party's fair body, it is not a sin! "Imperialism about sexual desire must be defeated and reformed by oneself. "My aunt went to Tianjin, and because my seventh sister was lonely, I asked her to come and play with her on the phone. At seven o'clock, everyone was eating, and the disabled elder brother, who couldn't move, was gesturing to cousin Fen. That hopeless job of admiration, everyone laughed and yelled, Seventh Sister was unbearable and was about to run into the room, and she came. Oh, the Bodhisattva changed into light-colored clothes today, so he can bow the same. He said that he just ate After dinner, I looked back and saw my eldest brother sitting on the armchair with a bowl of rice on which there were many dishes. Knowing that he was bullied by his brother and sister again, he comforted the pouting elder brother with a smile, I stopped on a seat between me and Seventh Sister. When I was beside her, I felt my body shrunk. I seemed too poor, too weak, and too petty; in fact, because of her, my strength increased and my thoughts were exaggerated , the dream was deep, and everything had expanded many times compared to before! My chivalrous heart, philanthropic love, and sacrifice heart, especially my passionate love for women, disappeared on the office desk. In front of her, you can get it back immediately! "I have a fear. This fear is an expression of my cowardice, and it is my bowing to the etiquette of the world. But now I will rebel against this. This is an undeserved fear. Thinking: If it is another woman, if she is like a sister, it is always impossible for me to come to love stubbornly and boldly in the face of fear.Only she, with such a beautiful body and such a delicate and healthy soul as clean as snow and as lively as water, can move me forward! "I am sinking in love. Power, follow me, and when I see her, she disappears so suddenly that I am at a loss! "Down with that old prodigal imperialism that owns women! I will whisper this slogan every moment. Down, down! "I am now leaping into the fire, if it were a brazier. I would burn to ashes, and I would never regret it. "I don't have to worry about what kind of blow the publicity of the matter will give me in this family. I should use all my strength to grasp the miracle in front of me. A great cause exaggerated in another time's fantasy. Knowing that it is a fact of the future, it will leave an indelible mark on me, and this mark will be engraved with eternal distress. I still want to. "The work I did today is a work that is not allowed by etiquette but approved by conscience. I hugged her and kissed her, being careful and careful, and the two beating hearts closed together. Under the thin yellow light , we have done a great job. "The scriptures said: Since you are in love with someone, you should boldly approach her! Yes, I approached her, and she also approached me. "She weighs about forty catties, a child, a child! Or even lighter than estimated! She is light, which means that she is not fat, but does not mean that she is thin. It means that she is so beautiful and cute. So holding it in my hand, when I carefully appreciate this masterpiece created by Satan, my strength has increased infinitely, and she has no weight. "The skin is like fine mica powder blended and kneaded, and the threads of each part are imitated by Venus as a mold. The arrangement of the whole body can find the truth and peace in the world. The long neck is like a whole piece of warm and soft jade.The small dimples in each part of the arm joints are specially designed to accommodate love, especially so many, that people can't stand it without kissing! "A 'wet kiss'! I am stupefied with amazement at the miracle in front of me. Fear is born again, how will I rediscover the reappearance of my miracle? "Bad enough, enough news to shatter my phantom over such a trifle. Here and there she gave what she gave to me and gave it to others!My cousin happily came to tell me about his love. ...That is a strange person, very timid, and extremely willing to get close to men: Bu Langye, but when a man shows her love, she is at a loss what to do, and in the end she will never refuse.As if nothing had happened, he asked his cousin if he could not be a little independent?The answer is that before the innocence leaves her, personality will not come.No personality, you make me sad for that!I hope this old shadow of love will soon be destroyed in my heart.God, give me some more strength, and let me rush back to this thing that I was blindly pursuing in the past! "She doesn't give up the enthusiasm of any young man, greedy person, I wish you would die at this moment, so that I can keep your perfect shadow in my heart alone, my destruction is the destruction of this love. But , it's over, it's all over, and all I've got is the harvest of the seeds of distress I've planted for this! "I'm afraid to see her. But why are there more visits these days?" Because I saw Mr. T's diary, I wanted to find something interesting from the whole diary, so when Mr. Song Zi came to pick up his article the next day, I entrusted this hope to Mr. Song Zi. He hesitated to agree. But day after day, Mr. Song Zi never did what he promised me.I know that if I go to urge him, Mr. Songzi will regard it as a kind of troublesome thing that can make his face grow. Although I still come to my place every afternoon to eat apples, it is not easy to ask about that matter.One day, he invited Mr. Zhou over to my residence. "Fatty!" Song Zijun's first sentence refers to what Zhou Jun said to me.I couldn't help laughing.Zhou Jun, who was honest and silent, smiled and blushed after realizing what Song Zijun said.忸怩的望松子君，松子君，脸儿已同街上的元宵，愉快极了。 “'你真是汤姆，一个爱管闲事的人！'我是用不着分辩的。我老老实实的一五一十的来告了他了。不是罪过！算不得我的坏！他还想着你的日记，屡次屡次用苹果来运动我咧。” 也不管听的人是如何的受窘，自己承认是汤姆的松子君，说着又顾自张大口来笑，直到听差把胡桃花生拿进房来，才算是解了周君同我的围，但是，所有那类补白，却仍然是关于使自己脸圆的一类话，这一次，算是得了一个大的胜利了。 另一次我见到周君，问到他日记中的一切，才知道因为是欲求身量加重，故每日去走到农场一处磅秤边去称，同时便将自己的重量记到日记上，因此当日一提到，老实的周君就红了脸，至于故事，全是松子君为捏造成就的，我把松子君同我所说的一齐说给周君时，才知道两人都全为松子君玩了一阵了。 这聪明的汤姆，近来是自己正跌在一件恋爱上苦着了，所能给人看的只是一张一张漫画样的脸嘴，我们许多人说到他时，都总觉得寂寞。 我们的听差一见了他，就说“那是报应呀”，听差所知道的是松子君因为多吃了苹果弄得见果子喉就发酸，其实这是松子君谎听差的话。 一九二六年十一月完成于窄而霉斋