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Chapter Five 1. Close your lips to me

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    (Put your lips close to me

    spouse

    The tip of your soft tongue

    Suck me up

    from my mouth

    My soul enters your lips)

    nineteen

    They like to meet each other in the quiet afternoon.

    This is a time that is easily overlooked.  During this period of time, everyone is working boringly, and most of them are slow-minded and gradually irritable.

    Except for them, no one would put their romance and sweetness in the afternoon to taste.

    In the silent afternoon, they gently stepped into Anri Rousseau's "Dream".  Time is turned upside down, day and night, they are rising, from tree roots to treetops, from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain

    The smell of dust gradually dissipated, the turbid lukewarmness in the air has receded, and the oncoming wind is as pure as silk, with a strange fragrance, birds singing and insects singing, tall flowers with slender and strong stems.  All kinds of tree trunks and leaves, just like the skin of animals, are cold and soft.  The peak turns around, and the clumps of sisal are trimmed with pale gold edges. With its location, it just meets the warm and clear sky light.  As they passed slowly, their golden skin almost turned the plants red, making them look like light yellow flames.  The elephant raised its long trunk behind the tree trunk, waiting for them.  During their slow travel, the sika deer gathered in twos or two, or in groups, disappeared behind the hills like a memory.

    "Little girl¡ª¡ª"

    Roz likes to call her that.

    This is what Daba Mountain people call those wild girls who run wild all day long, and the little daughters-in-law who do needlework under the pine lamp.  Dabashan people like to call their beloved women like this.

    Her wildness is also fully released at such a time.

    She was on top of him, letting her hair brush his face, giggling.  A pair of trembling breasts have the mature and sweet appearance of small melons hanging high in autumn, and they are like lambs on the cliff.  He holds them in his hands

    a female leopard lingered beside them while her child, the beautiful cub, rubbed her skin on their laps to her heart's content.

    twenty

    Afterwards, the man and the woman wiped off their sweat and lay down next to each other.

    There is a low sound of gurgling water in the bushes here or there.  The crystal blue sky, the big and round moon, is a spiritual creature created over hundreds of millions of years. Everything on the earth is shining with gold because of its light.  The path leading to the spring is as clear as water. When they step on it, the moonlight floats from the ground to the back of their bare feet A group of women who draw water come with smiles.  , just resting in the rhythm of siblings.

    In the clearing of the forest, all kinds of animals roam leisurely without talking to each other, as if they are enjoying the moonlight or waiting for the arrival of the king.  The peacock spreads its tail, and the public appreciates it.  And the two strange birds on the high place are quiet and serene, like the embodiment of natural inspiration.  They recognized that they were Phoenix and Huang. They strictly guarded their wisdom and beauty all their lives, and lived alone for a hundred years to regenerate.

    They took a deep breath, bared themselves, and lay among the mountains.  Yingmingyanyan, scattered and separated in happy sighs and waving arms, and then gradually closed like garlands, surrounding them

    Luo Zi wanted to sleep, but Joan refused, she wanted to talk to him.

    The difference between men and women in love is obvious.

    It is possible for them to be in sync at the beginning, and then diverge immediately.  While the man was still dazed in mid-air, the woman had already landed on the ground of reality.  Men can breathe in the Garden of Eden all the time, but women quickly worry about whether there is something wrong with that apple, or whether there is anything else to eat besides apples.

    Joan didn't ask for proof.  She's a woman who lives by feeling, and she's confident enough.

    "You know what?" she whispered in his ear, flushed with excitement, "the most thing Sabina wants to do is have sex with people in her studio, and have a lot of people watchingMe too, I  Love that table, it's so big, so nice!"

    She was talking about Sabina from The Unbearable Lightness of Being again.  No matter what book women read, they identify themselves with some character in the book.  Luo Zi also loves Kundera's works, but throughout the 1980s and 1990s, China talked too much about "The Unbearable Lightness of Being", so that people in the cultural and art circles all quoted ""  When man thinks, God laughs" This sentence is regarded as the first famous saying that I know.

    Therefore, when Joan talked about Sabina, Roz did not answer.  In the art world, he keeps his distance from those women who have long regarded himself as the representative of the new trend of thought;The women of the rights movement were also shunned.

    "But," she went on, "I would suddenly panic. Because I would feel the walls of the house disappear when I was about to **, and it was like we were in some compound."

    Luo Zi felt uncomfortable in his heart.

    "They were all around us, watching. But it was clearly written on their faces that they were going to punish us severelyI felt like I was done!"

    Luo Zi was silent, and hugged her tighter.

    The few months with Joan were the most fulfilling and perfect time in his life.

    He has always maintained his longing for her, and he feels that he cannot do without her.  Without her, he would be powerless, he would be a crippled human being.

    It was love that made him cautious.

    When he was walking on the street, for the first time, he seriously avoided those taxis and motorcycles, because he suddenly felt how precious life is!

    It is not that he has never loved, and the short, fleeting love-or pleasure, or adult play-has never affected his peace.  Women are of all kinds, and for the sake of art, he has been careful not to be harmed by women.

    At the same time, he is also sincerely looking for the same passionate and perfect woman.

    A man will always meet many women who can match him, and a woman will also meet countless men who can match her. As long as they have the same cycle (psychological and physical likes and needs), they can understand each other  , it is possible to come together.

    But this is not the same as love.

    A man's capacity¡ªthe capacity to love, primarily the capacity of the mind¡ªis limited.

    Therefore, true love can only exist once.  If you have not loved, you are waiting and accumulating strength; if you have loved, your strength is exhausted, and the peak of passion is hard to climb.  Time cannot be turned back, and love cannot be repeated.

    So, as time went by, Luo Zi was cautious, confused, and had inexplicable worries¡ªuntil she appeared with a face like a camellia flower petal.  "The singing is gently ripplingah, the lovely hawthorn tree"

    He knew all of Joan's phone calls, and even went to the back of one of the buildings in the compound to visit her office window.

    Yes, he knew where she was, what she was doing, and what she was thinking just by listening to his own heartbeat.

    Many times, he would rather spend his days missing her than call her, let alone find her.

    And she was already astonishingly bold!

    Joan is such a woman, she looks so fragile and sad, but when she falls into the arms of her lover, she is as unstoppable as a female leopard!

    twenty one

    Another hot noon, people are hiding in office buildings and sighing about the air conditioner.  They had just eaten, wiped off the smell of the food, rinsed their mouths with tea, chewed a stick of Green Arrow gum, sat in executive chairs, lifted their shiny leather feet and put them next to the computer.

    Zhang Han just sent a few guys with tight ties who went to the western restaurant to eat the company set meal, and then went back to Huaqiang Road.  He usually orders takeout from a fast food restaurant there, eats it in the car, and takes a break.  As soon as he parked the car by the side of the road, someone opened the back door and came up.

    He is still very irritable today.  He has been like this for a long time. He doesn't know what's wrong, but he just wants to scold people.  If the guests are from other provinces and not from Guangdong, he often scolds them in Cantonese.  At least, he will say "lose your old mother".  Once, he was dissatisfied with the guests sitting in the front seat, so he cursed. The guy in suit and leather shoes probably knew this "broad curse", so he widened his eyes and said, "What did you say?" He quickly said, "My  A nut fell out of the toolbox!"

    He wasn't very hungry, but he didn't want to do business anymore, so another "Lao Boy" in a suit and tie came up.  He turned the rearview mirror, saw the back seat clearly, and said: "I'm going to stop work for dinner!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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