Chapter 17 Part 3 Love in the Depression Era Yanagami and Rainy Nights

Part 3 Love in the Depression Era Yanagami and Rainy Nights (1) I'm going to die, but I don't regret it.In fact, I only lived to be forty-two.Later I realized that although fate is powerful enough to arrange everything, it cannot predict the more surly death.Neither my mother nor the blind fortune teller could predict my death.I did not die in the arms of my lover at the age of eighty-two like Duras.My whole life was tightly bound by wealth, shame, and a five-centimeter-diameter rope until I died. My name is Yu Xuanji.I live in any unknown piece of unofficial history, anecdotes, notes and conversations.

night it hurts me —— It continued to rain that night. Liu Shanghui ate the last biscuit.Today, he can only eat one sesame seed cake in total, because this is the last one.He didn't borrow any silver, and everyone refused to lend him any silver. No one was stupid enough to lend money to someone who never paid it back, even though it was the Spring and Autumn Period at that time, even though people didn't think about how much money they had in their pockets every day like now Buy a house of a few square meters. After dinner, Liu Shanghui sat in the room boredly, drinking boiled water.Night had fallen, and he evidently had no other diversion.He watched the rain for a long time, as he used to do when he was a child.He saw Confucius in the village and a girl running past holding hands affectionately.Tsk——He sneered: Man Lu, he learned how to fall in love with others at a young age, so he must not be a good thing when he grows up!

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, it was a bit abnormal, and it was vicious.After accumulating rain for a whole year, I poured my grievances to death. Liu Shanghui decided to engage in art work.Use the watercolor paint picked up from others, scribble on the big white paper, wait for one day to be published in a magazine, grow long hair, and don't need a hairpin, you can be called an artist.Just as he was opening his big white book, someone knocked on the door. No one had ever knocked on Liu Shanghui's door like this, once, again, again, so gently, so carefully, as if afraid of knocking something.Liu Shanghui sighed, he was actually very happy that someone came to disturb him.He has always lived in a bungalow in a remote village, and he never sees the colorful candies in the city, nor does he see girls wearing stockings, lipstick, and laughing loudly.Now someone finally came to him.He was not so happy.First, no one should come to visit under such heavy rain; second, if anyone came to visit, it should not be in such a rainy day.So my intuition told Liu Shanghui: He shouldn't open the door; no matter what he sees when he opens the door, it must not be what he wants to see.But Liu Shanghui is still too curious!Who will come to him at this time?Who is the one?So he walked over and opened the door forcefully.

How amazing!He saw a - girl!Her dark blue dress was soaking wet and wrapped around her tiny body.Her hair was beaten into strands by the rain, sticking wetly to her scalp and face.He noticed the big eyes on her wet face—why are strange girls' eyes always so big?And the little silver butterflies pinned in her hair, and the outline of the little nipples on her chest.She looked helplessly at Liu Shanghui, a man in shabby clothes who looked like a migrant worker, and said in a plaintive voice, please help me, help me.Liu Shanghui thought he should shout: Where did the evildoer come from!But he felt that she might also be the princess in the fairy tale who escaped from the abuse of her stepmother.Thinking of the possibility of being recruited as the royal family's east bed, Liu Shanghui hurriedly said, please come in.

The girl stood in the room, trembling.She was incoherent. I just escaped from the Happy Lane in Wuyou Town. My name is Amao, and I am going to die. Someone is trying to kill me. Please don't chase me away. I'm a good man, but I'm dying. Although her face was pale, and she was exuding the chill of the rain, she still looked moving, healthy, and soft, and her beauty was slim.Her feet were bare, and they were bleeding, perhaps from the long journey, or from broken glass on the road. The dog suddenly growled outside, and Ah Mao jumped up, threw himself into Liu Shanghui's arms, hugged him tightly, screaming, no, no.Liu Shanghui felt that her body was so soft and warm, and sighed, he had never hugged such a soft body.He said, Ah Mao, don't be afraid.

No matter how hard-hearted a man is, at a certain point, his heart will always become very soft, like a big cotton candy. With a heart like cotton candy, Liu Shanghui took great efforts to take care of a cold, bleeding girl who ran away.Now Amao has changed into Liu Shanghui's only clean clothes, his hair is dried, and his bleeding feet are wrapped in bandages.She became lively and said, "Ah Hui, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"Liu Shanghui said ashamedly, I have nothing to eat, only water.Then water, Amao said generously.She sat on the bed and began to drink water gracefully.She kept drinking water, so Liu Shanghui had to keep boiling water.As she drank, her face became whiter and whiter, like jade, transparent and smooth, and the small blue blood vessels under the skin could almost be seen.And she also became more and more beautiful, and the brows and eyes became more and more slender—an incredible fragile beauty.Liu Shanghui began to sigh again, he stood in the room, he didn't know where to put his hands.He knelt on the ground and drew.This time I don't want to be an artist, but want to draw Amao.He began to worry that he would never see her.He drew many shadowy faces, but he couldn't draw Amao's face.Ah Mao sat on the bed and shook her feet leisurely, and said in a delicate voice, Ah Hui, you are so dirty!

Liu Shanghui blushed, as if she owed A Mao a lot of money. Ah Hui, do you know - you look so ugly! Amao laughed very impolitely, chirping, crunching, and loudly, even the most promiscuous woman in the village did not laugh as profusely as her.Her whole body shook, and she almost lost her breath.Suddenly she stopped, smiling obediently, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned: Ah Hui, do I look good? Part 3 Love in the Depression Era Yanagami and Rainy Nights (2) Liu Shanghui couldn't bear it anymore.He strode up to her, grabbed her body, and bent down to kiss her, trying to stick his tongue into her mouth.She shut her mouth tightly and pushed him hard, but her strength was so small that it seemed to be playful and teasing.Liu Shanghui reached into her clothes and pinched her breasts.He felt like his heart was like a glass statue, and it shattered all at once.He pushed her down on the bed, moved his hands nimbly around her breasts, and slid down her body, but she just struggled desperately.He saw her staring at him in fear, as if staring at a ghost, her face was distorted.She couldn't make a sound because her mouth was gagged.He kissed her and touched her for half an hour.Finally she closed her eyes and remained still.He thought she gave in, but saw her tears rolling out of her closed eyes, crawling all over her sapphire face like worms.He got scared, let her go, and said in repeated voices, "Amao, Amao, don't cry. I'm most afraid of girls crying, please don't cry."He thought of his first lover, a seventeen-year-old girl who was studying in college. She was small with big eyes, and she smiled so innocently and beautifully.She'd only known him three days before they made love under a tree on campus.Then she cried, that little girl.She didn't complain, but she has since disappeared.

Amao was still crying, louder and louder: Please don't do that, I can't. Liu Shanghui said, please, don't cry.He also cried, and hugged Amao again: "Amao, make love to me, I love you so much."Amao pushed him away hard and said, no, I can't have sex with boys.Why, Liu Shanghui said, you are willing, your place is all wet.Amao said, please, don't force me.I can't have sex, even if I'm in love with someone, still can't. Why, Liu Shanghui said, why. I do not know either.Amao's tears kept flowing, flowing and flowing, as if she wanted to flow out all the water she had drunk.

Liu Shanghui said, you are so pitiful, you never have sex with the person you love. Liu Shanghui feels that a person who cannot make love with the one he loves is the most pitiful person in the world.Liu Shanghui then felt that Amao was the most pitiful person in the world, because she couldn't have sex with the person she loved. Liu Shanghui said, you can sleep in this room, and I will sleep in another room.He gave the quilt to Amao.Although the quilt was dirty, hard and cold, it was the only quilt Liu Shanghui had, so he had to wrap his military overcoat and go to sleep in another room.After turning off the lights, Liu Shanghui watched the moon draw the window grid on the ground, quietly, with murderous intent.He couldn't sleep at all.He shouted to the outside room: Ah Mao, Ah Mao.Amao didn't respond.So he got up from the bed, ran to Amao's bed, got into Amao's bed, hugged Amao, and a wave of warm, sensual air enveloped him.Amao woke up suddenly, pushed him away, and begged him.He had no choice but to let go and lay beside Amao, not daring to touch her body again.He felt very warm beside Amao, and soon fell asleep.The moonlight moved to their faces quietly, watching the two young faces tenderly.

Amao's face was extremely pale. Its daybreak.Liu Shanghui got up quietly, washed up, stood in the sunshine in the yard, and looked at the sparrows on the telephone pole in a good mood.He wanted to go and see Amao, but on second thought, let her sleep for a while.So he knelt on the ground in the room where Amao slept, and continued to draw on the big white paper—this time he gave up his attempt to draw Amao.He painted for a long time, the sun's feet slowly moved from one end of the room to the other, and finally disappeared.Liu Shanghui was hungry and hungry, but Amao was still lying quietly under the quilt.Girls nowadays are really lazy, Liu Shanghui thought.Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and ran over to lift Amao's quilt. Suddenly he froze, and the expression on his face became more and more strange.

Amao is dead. And it's been dead for a long time. Her face had turned a hideous blue-purple color, her dry hair stuck to her face, her clothes were covered with dust, and she gave off the cool breath of death.But last night, he still hugged her warm and soft body, stroked her smooth breasts, and listened to her delicate and crunchy smile.She was so good back then, so vivid and full of life.But, how incredible, she was cold, dry, and ugly now.Death took possession of her, took possession of her.Liu Shanghui has depicted death countless times, but has never seen it in real life.It's so weird, so ugly, unbearable.Liu Shanghui shivered.He looked at Amao intently—she was indeed dead. Liu Shanghui remembered that Ah Mao had repeatedly said that I was going to die. Only now did Liu Shanghui realize that Amao had lied: she was not about to die, but already dead. Amao didn't know that he was already a dead person.Or this: Amao lied to herself that she was still alive, thinking that she could start a love with real life and flesh and blood in the spring. Liu Shanghui had no choice but to bury Amao in the backyard.He covered Amao's body with a layer of floating soil until it covered her face. In the middle of the night, it rained again.Liu Shanghui sat where Amao had sat, staring in a daze at the drinking cup that Amao had used.The dog suddenly barked again, and Liu Shanghui rushed to the backyard, only to find that the soil had been turned over, and he found a silver butterfly with some blood spots. Amao is gone. Amao left.She escaped again on a rainy night, her feet dripping with blood from the trek.Now Liu Shanghui finally understands why Amao always spends the night in the room of strange men, but never has sex with any man.She was always going to die, run away, run from room to room, die again, run away again.Over and over again, never ending.