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(My spouse is among women,
Like the lily among the thorns;
My Beloved is among men,
Like apples in the woods.
I sat under his shadow with joy,
It is sweet to taste his fruit
I point to the antelope or the doe in the field
I charge you:
don't be alarmed
Do not wake up my dear - "Bible": Song of Solomon Chapter 2)
Seventy-eight
For the rest of her life, Joan would never forget Luo Zi's surprise when she saw her, as if she was really his desert spring.
The weakness of a man who is sick will be more prominent than that of a woman, because he was once so strong. His vitality is like a river that has broken its embankment, and it dries up quickly, so he is pale and thin, with dense cyan stubble on the thin skin of his chin.
Moreover, staying in bed for a long time and looking at the pale and empty walls of the ward for a long time almost made his vision empty.
Joan appeared softly, she wondered if he was asleep. The moment she stretched her neck to look around, he also found her almost at the same time, his eyes were immediately as bright as a spring lake, overflowing with warm tide. Immediately, the surface of the lake was clear and the water was full of waves. A lovely woman came slowly and reflected in the heart of the waves. Still the same smooth and white face, soft and curly hair. His expression was a little uneasy, a little worried, and he opened his eyes wide to look for him, and there seemed to be endless inquiries in his eyes
"Oh¡ª¡ª"
He almost jumped up, couldn't restrain himself, and let out such a cry.
If it was in his youth, he would welcome his beloved with passionate singing.
He wanted to stretch out his arms and wrap her in his arms, but right now he couldn't. It wasn't until she gently fell into his arms that he greeted tremblingly: "My love, do you always show up after I'm hurt?"
His voice was low, whimpering.
But she heard it.
She thought it was because he was too weak.
She didn't speak, just kept stroking his hair and neck, like a mother would do. He remained motionless, willing to bear this tenderness, clinging to her tightly, breathing slowly and deeply, injecting her breath into his soul bit by bit.
In order to see him, she gently pushed him away, grabbed his hand tightly, sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and tried to get closer to him.
She really is more like a mother than a lover. It turns out that the kind of love that really comes from a lover is complex. What she gives him will never be one kind, but many, just like those pills he needs, what is good for his soul is what she gives him. To give and to give.
She served him tenderly, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
She whispered: "It's you, it's you who rejected me, it's always been like this. When you were healthy, you dominated me and everything. You don't care about my feelings, you are afraid of my request, you are afraid of me Make you lose the freedom you should haveOnly at this time, right now, you are out of control, gentle and docile. Because you are the wounded, the sick, and the child."
She leaned over and kissed him again.
He closed his eyes, deeply inhaled her voice, her breath, and felt the hot stamping of her plump and warm body on the back of his hands, shoulders and cheeks.
This is an important moment among the thousands of happiness that a man can get from the woman he loves. At this moment, he smelled the unique plant smell of her body, and even inhaled deeply the apple-like fragrance from her breath, storing it in his chest cavity.
He closed his eyes.
She is the only one. Her voice, words, breath, and temperature are all unique. She would not spray "Poison", "Earth Woman" or "Chanel" or "Issey Miyake" on the ears and armpits like other women. Their fragrances were like chemicals, and he was particularly wary of these fragrances. And, what's more frightening is that those women who dawdle in makeup all day long and can't go out for hours, they often make themselves smell strange at any time because they bought fakes at perfume gas stations , but do not know it!
Only Joan, she always has the fragrance of apples.
This is his nutrition.
He once thought that if one day he lost his eyesight, then, in the crowd, among women, he would find her by virtue of this breath!
"How do you know I'm here? Who told you to come?"
"It's her, shyly."
She looked into his eyes.
(Her eyes say to him: "I believe she hurt you! Why do youI am interested in ??'s paintings. "
"Then" Ai Ai's face turned red all of a sudden, "So, you may get sponsorship from this foundation?"
"Maybe, they will invite us to be visiting scholars and signed artists." Li En said, "They call him the only and last maximalist in the East"
"May I"
Li En refused Ai Aiti without waiting for her request: "There are only two places, and they only invite **** artists."
Thinking of the honor and wealth of this art foundation from the other side of the ocean, and being stimulated by Li En's attitude, Ai Ai's voice trembled: "They are all talking by themselves. Actually, how much do they know about us?"
"Yes, that's what they said, I haven't seen it that way myself." Luo Zi agreed with her.
She held out her hand to Li En with a stern attitude: "Give me a copy!"
"But you haven't been invited by them yet."
"What does that mean? It can only mean that they haven't had the chance to understand me and discover me."
"What did they discover about you? Your feminist literary theory?"
Li En's attitude made Ai Ai almost get angry, he turned his face away and didn't speak.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, and everyone didn't say anything for a while.
Luo Zi signaled Li En to help him raise the bed so that he could sit up.
"In this way," Luo Zi said to Ai Ai, "they will have some requirements, such as the elaboration of their own art theory After you accept the contract, you can no longer publish any words by yourself, and you cannot participate in activities not designated by them"
"That's not all!" Li En interjected.
Ai Ai waited for Li En to say something else, but Li En seemed unwilling to say anything else.
She looked at Roz.
Luo Zi said: "I think it's nothing to fill out the form. Before I sign the agreement, I have to think about it. How they evaluate me has little effect on me. Of course, it is a good thing if someone evaluates you, don't care about it." What kind of evaluation. The positioning they give me is just what they say. I know my own direction. If they want to buy me out, or ask me to create according to some of their concepts and consciousness, I will not Will accept."
"Roz, I don't care what you think." Ai Ai said loudly. She turned to Li En again: "Since you have already contacted them and I know, you shouldn't leave me alone."
Li En looked at Luo Zi.
"It's okay, just make a copy." Luo Zi handed the form to Li En, "There is still more than half a year, and Ai Ai can also organize some of her own articles for them to read. They treat culture and art with the same vision as us. there is a big difference."
Ai Ai was inexplicably surprised, and opened her mouth wide for a moment, revealing her blackened tongue. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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