Girl

Later, whenever Xiaoli remembered Moses, she always remembered that night. Wen Jie asked her to eat and told her to see her personally. The dishes are very bland, sautéed chrysanthemum, cold locust blossoms, toon tofu, pepper enoki mushrooms, soft-fried a spring-golden willow buds coated with a thin layer of egg white, slowly fried on low heat. A woman at a table is listening to Mrs. Qin’s legendary experience of doing business on the Sino-Russian border during the entire meal. Seeing that the meal was about to be finished, there was still some way to go, and I had to respect the old lady again: “Walking on the drum, just like your words! Now two months pregnant, please her mother-in-law! Sister Qin, you are free, I ’m doing it! ”Someone kept drinking glasses:“ My son is also thanks to Sister Qin! The two friends are separated anyway. Sister Qin, let ’s deepen a cup, let ’s do it first! ” Xiaoli asked Wen Jie in a fog. Wen Jie said, let you have a long experience. The old lady not only does business well, but also meets each other. Born to be different, Yin Yang eyes. I studied medicine with her father since childhood and knows how to make medicine by myself. The best thing is to treat infertility. At the age of fourteen or five years, he studied the heavenly and earthly branches and looked at portraits for perspective. Xiaoli screamed. Although he was doubtful, he was so moved that he clicked a photo of Moses from the phone. As soon as I saw Mosi, all the red wine I drank poured on my face, and my eyes were hot, and I was a little distracted. There are many women, and the words are broken. Taking advantage of the chaos, Xiaoli also brought wine to respect Mrs. Qin, leaned over her ears, and whispered, please show a friend. The old lady drank her wine, took her cell phone, squinted for a few seconds, and said, he, he got married early, and now he is gone, there is a little boy following her mother. Xiaoli only felt the pores all over her body, and asked nervously, what about him? I was about to say that the phone rang, and the old lady picked it up and left after answering a few words, saying there was an emergency there. Xi was gone. When she went out to send her to the car, Xiaoli eagerly said, Sister Qin, I’ll invite you someday!

Not far from home, walking back all the way under the cold wind. Xiaoli sighed. It seems that there is such a kind of inhuman person in the world. Indeed, Moses ended his five-year marriage before. Daughter Xiaoya followed her mother. But she wanted to know what Moses would do next. At home, Xiaoli made Pu’er. It is a light yellow earthen clay pot, small and obliquely carved with a plum. That was given to her by Moses. Moxi said, girl, you use it by yourself, just right. The heating was very hot and the wine ran out a little bit. Xiaoli wanted to cry. Xiaoli wanted to cry as soon as he drank. At seventeen, she served tea to the drunk father. He blushed his eyes and stared at her staring blankly for a long time before asking, girl, who are you? From then on, she drank wine for her father. Take a swallow and fuck swallow a dagger. The uncles slipped out under the table one by one. She smiled and said that she wanted to serve her father as a lifelong drink. But after the Spring Festival that year, his father had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, and he went into a deep coma day and night. She was holding her father’s hand and listening to her father’s breathing stopped. She was not married at that time. No one ever called her girl again. The word girl, together with her father’s ashes, was annihilated in the mud and completely disappeared in her life. However, she also wanted someone to call her girl. She didn’t listen enough. She wanted to dig that word out of the soil. Potatoes, radishes, and gold can be dug in the soil, but there is no word called girl. That’s a word brighter than gold, that’s the best word in the world. In that word, all are spoiled. What she lost was not a word, but an unconditional spoiling of her by someone. When she realized this, she drank again, and she cried. She even smoked a cigarette. After drinking, like someone who was angry, he sucked fiercely, one by one. She didn’t think the wine was delicious, and she wouldn’t smoke at all. The shredded tobacco spiced the tip of her tongue, and the smoke penetrated into her eyes, and she choked with tears. She just wanted to miss her father in such a way. Think about how my father called her girl. Until one day, Moses called her: girl. There were tears in her eyes. Moxi said, girl, I miss you. At that time, she had just retreated from the marriage. There is a knife in her marriage.

Xiaoli put on cotton home clothes, biting a cigarette in her mouth, holding the teapot in one hand and holding the teacup in the other, and went to the studio. The unfinished illustrations are spread on the painting plan. The twelfth lunar month is fifteen, and there is a clear moon in the sky. Without the lights on, under the moonlight, the shadow of the large pot of African jasmine branches and leaves on the window sill spread across the ground. She bought the flower with the sea. After raising for several years, one year in August, suddenly burst out hundreds of flowers. I didn’t know it would bloom before, but gave a bluff. The flowers are five petals, white on the front and yellow on the back. Each petal is rolled out into a slender trumpet shape, which is beautiful and fragrant. But the sea can’t drop that fragrance. “The fuck is too fragrant,” the sea said, “like a bad perfume.” The sea sneezes as soon as it enters the bedroom, sneeze! Ah sneeze! Ah sneeze! A dozen strings. Sometimes two people have sex, the sea is rising, and suddenly a string of sneezes comes up. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! The sea scolded in frustration to harm it. The small hedge stopped and carried it to the studio. This is just right, Xiaoliu draws, it blooms. She painted her, it opened it. That fragrance, Xiaoli feels just right, like the color of a top red wine she bought in Australia before-she only brought back two bottles, one bottle was sent to Moses-quietly hiding the vague tease. Xiaoli once drew a picture for it, named “Ye”, and took a picture to send it out. Without a tea time, he was bought. The person who bought it quickly asked if he could draw another picture, saying that he was a friend. Later, Xiaolii learned that the “mandatory” person was Moses.

A pot of rubber trees was changed in the bedroom. The large, thick leaves almost obscure the entire window. When did it start, there was a tide in the body of the sea. On the full moon night, his desire rose as full as the moon. Lili lay down first, with a thin summer cool quilt on her body. As soon as the sea came, he swept the closed curtains of the small hedge twice, and suddenly, the mottled flower shadow jumped into a bed. Xia Liang was also stripped off. The hedgerow naked in the flower shadow is like an fox. The sea is up. A thick gasp filled the air. Light and shadow swayed hurriedly on him. His face, suddenly black and white, was in a trance.

Hedgerow turned on the light, extinguished the cigarette butts into a small blue and white teacup, ordered another one, and refilled the teapot. A drop of water splashed on the rice paper. It was Sheng Xuan, and quickly blew away, as if a woman had fled into the moonlight. Suddenly Xiaoli got drunk. The woman ran into the moonlight in a panic. Small, dense freckles on both sides of her nose. The small breasts that she just clasped in one palm. In the bed, in the flower shadow, she was whiter than the moonlight. On that full moon night, the moon was so fucking bright, as if it had been soaked in mercury for three days and three nights, and then it was hanged back into the sky. The moonlight was so bright that it could penetrate the roof tiles. That night, the moonlight was bleached once in Xiaoliu ’s mind, and finally, as bright as the newly forged sword blade, the cold light shone. At that time, she was on the Xisha Islands annual leave, the superior came to check, the president urged her to come back, she arrived home in the middle of the night … Since then, on that bright night, a picture has been stuck on her mind like a paper, which can no longer be removed. . Every time Xiaoli paints, the moment the ink blooms away, she feels that a woman has fled into the moonlight.

Moses appeared at that time.

After coming out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, under the sunshine, Xiaoli let out a long sigh of relief. At that moment, it seemed like the wet answering clothes I had been wearing before, suddenly dry and light. It seemed that when she was a child, she was lying in her own wheat field with her head resting on her hands, and in the wind, watching the big clouds in the sky flowing over her head. Just after raining, the air smelled of flowers and trees. She drove back to her home from now on. The African Jasmine is blooming prosperously, with small flowers, hung upwards and hung downwards, white white, yellow yellow, covered in oily green leaves, with a big rush. The aroma seemed to smoke the objects in the house. Xiaoli leaned on the painting, drinking green tea, looking at the leaves, looking at the flowers, through the gap between the flowers and leaves, through the window glass, looking at the sky, looking at the dark clouds and white clouds. It’s going to rain again. The heavy rain in summer always comes. Those past, flying clouds flowed through my mind. She shook her head and tried not to think. There was a flash of thunder and thunder, and the rain stopped. After all, the days are different, she was stunned all afternoon. The night in summer is dark, but it finally gets thicker. She cooked the rice grains softly on the bed. The phone rang. No lights, the house is darker than the night outside. Large nights of light poured in through the cracks of the window and thickened in her room. She took the phone, and her swinging arm stirred the darkness like ink. She glanced at it. Someone added her WeChat, and her head was actually her “Night”. “Hello, this is Moses Garner.” He said. Xiaoli only felt a beam of light shining on her. At that moment, she felt her body transparent, like a piece of beautiful jade.

Later, Xiaoli thought, there are always some incredible things in the world, but they are true. She became more and more convinced that everyone came to the world for a certain love. Life is a vast and desolate dream, and only love can guide each other to the edge of the dream-as if people are in the desert, towards the oasis.

Pu’er has long been cold. In the blue and white teacups, there are half a cigarette butt full of cigarettes. It was a kind of smoke produced in Moxi’s hometown, called “Little Wushan”. Love the house and Wuwu, Xiaoli approach the land to which a person belongs in such a way. She painted very late. There is only one illustration left in “Charm”. Before going to sleep, I remembered what the old lady didn’t care to say. what exactly is it? The speculation and sleepy imagery are in a tug-of-war, she is pulled, and the whole person is about to break.

two

After the young year, the new year became stronger. The trees on both sides of the street were filled with red lanterns. Xiaoli also hung a hexagonal palace lantern in silk on the balcony. She made it herself. She learned to make lanterns with her father from an early age. She also wrote and painted, and also learned from her father. She has watched her father paint for a long time, how old is it? I took a brush and painted a flowering locust tree. At that time, a locust tree outside the courtyard wall was blooming with a spike of white locust flowers, and there was a thick and sweet smell in the air. Father touched her head and said that the girl might be afraid of eating this bowl of rice in the future. It really made my father say it. On the lamp, a woman danced with her long sleeves, and only the word “West” fell on a corner of the lamp. When it was dark, Xiaoli lighted the lantern, and the lantern was decorated by himself.

Mrs. Qin has been in the northeast for many years and has got old legs. After getting old, she will return to her hometown in Shandong to live for some time every Spring Festival. Wen Jie said that during the one or two months she was at home, she walked across the threshold to see her every day. What I didn’t say that night was like a deep well, which made people unable to see through. Xiaoli contacted her but returned to the northeast. It was said that some batches of grain had an accident and had to be dealt with, and they would come back after ten days and a half. Xiaoli said, sister, I will treat you when you come back.

While studying, Wen Jie called and asked her to meet a person, that is, a blind date. Hedgerow does not go.

“Can’t do it, go to see it, but we will come back to stop this thing anyway, ah?” Wen Jie almost begged her.

Had to go.

Silently, Xiaoli got divorced. It seems that this kind of thing is a kind of plant, it will exude a strange smell by nature, and keen people sniff it out twice. Knowing it, it’s inevitable to be stunned. Xiaoli smiled. Since summer and winter, she has not seen a single person — nor can she say that. Driving the car, at the intersection, the moment the red light turned green, the night also lit up like a light. Only then did she realize that she seemed to have forgotten the grass-like man who was ten years younger.

He graduated from the Beijing Sports Basketball major. If you give him a portrait, Xiaoli thinks, six pack muscles and a thick black hair are enough. Red wine and beer. The cup touched, bright red and yellow. His gaze was like a bumblebee entangled in a hedge. He said her eyes were so uncomfortable to rest — Moses said, Xiaoli, do you know how charming your eyes are. Moses said again, Xiaoli, you woman, why are your eyes so beautiful! That night, Xiaoli continued to boil, her body was slippery and her toes were numb and crisp-something she had never seen before. For the first time, a man led her and let her joy reach her toes. All night, she was a fish on the tip of the wave. It’s Mosido. Xiaoli later thought many times. Xiaoli stood up, holding his chin, smelling his lush green grass and watching him. He buried his head and hugged her tightly without saying a word, as if she were his little mother. You are in my wine glass … he nodded. Only a little, he gestured, a little. She sighed. The heart was empty, as if standing in the air vent of the alley.

Meet and choose at Shangdao Cafe. He tried to shake hands several times, but Xiaoli only saw him. They chose a location by the window and could see the traffic on the street. The fog of music floated in the room. He ordered two cups of coffee and asked if Xiaoli liked it. Xiao Lei said lightly, okay. She actually likes Lavazza more, just on another street not far away. Lavazza, with its unique aroma, is the evening breeze drifting through the fields after a night rain in summer, free and sweet. It ’s good to go to the island, but it is a little rushing after all, like the afternoon sun, it smells too bright. Once she asked Moxi if she liked coffee. Moses said very little, he prefers wine to coffee. He said that his father was Qiang and his mother was Yi. Yi people don’t like wine, they have inherited the amount of wine from their mothers. When Moses said, Xiaoli remembered his hometown, there were three brothers, nicknamed the sea, desert, and Lalu. It means that the wine pours into the stomach, as if poured into the sea, the desert, and the dry land, and disappears instantly. Xiaoli laughed and said, Bao-she sometimes called him a baby, or a fool-is each of you Yi people a natural wine barrel? In Moses ’words, Xiaoli kept in mind, wherever he went, he did not forget to send a bottle of the most famous local wine to Moses. Going to Russia, she picked a bottle of crown vodka. Moxi said, girl, wait for you to come and drink with us. In South Australia, she went to a winery called Bolkini and chose two bottles for him. A bottle of black label is a wine blended with roses, strawberries, whipped cream and muscat grapes, the color is crystal pink. The other bottle, also a black label, is a kind of dry white called “Sauvignon Blanc”. Two bottles of wine are not expensive, but Xiaoli likes their color and name. Another time, in Enhe Russian ethnic township, he went to a post called “No. 5, Mengenuoer Station” in Hulun Buir. In addition to a bottle of wine, Xiaoli also bought a hand-made slingshot from Populus euphratica and sent it to him. Sometimes, in her heart, Moses was a child. A man, even when he grows up, is also a child. At that post, she bought herself a bracelet polished with local stones. She specifically asked the station where the black-haired eyebrow-selling woman Mengen Nuoer station belongs to, she said Chen Barhu Banner. She remembered the strange place name. She was excited about having something with Chen Balhuqi at the same time as Moses. She had thought about him in such a desolate and beautiful place, and she brought their love there. For a moment, there must have been a sweet smell of the wind blowing there.

His surname is Wei, and he does not shy away from his two marriages, chattering like a work report. Xiaoli thought about the last illustration to be painted for Moses’ book, absent-minded, but still understood. For a time, her hand shaking coffee, her abdomen tightened involuntarily, chilly, like the one who had been inserted into the girl’s private place, used for experiments in chemistry class, cold, big and thick The glass test tube is desperately forcing its own secret passage. At that time, the girl was going to high school. Pushing the test tube into her body was a boy with fine skin and meat that could recite the whole paragraph and recite the poems and lyrics of “Dream of Red Mansions”. Wei said he married her, and the wedding night was like moving her to kill her. He showed her that it wasn’t a glass test tube, and she screamed in shock, as if it was a snake. He was suffocating madness, and really wanted to kill her. The second wife, yes, painted the African Jasmine. Xiaoli went away again. Just listen to him, I went to get the key, my mother-in-law chose the vegetables in the kitchen, fucking her and her stepfather on the bed in the bedroom … She said that she had been like that since she married her mother when she was sixteen If you don’t obey, then the beast will poke all these out … Xiaoli wonders how to comfort the injured man in front of him. At this time, the music was replaced by “Girl”. That was when Moses sang to her with the guitar. Moxi sings, my obedient girl, you are my sweet wound. “How about you?” The door opened and someone went out. The past is like a cold wind. On New Year’s Eve that year, at the mother-in-law’s house, the sea almost put his face on the TV. At that time, the screen was small. She asked him to sit back. Do n’t block it alone, everyone else looked at him. In front of the family of his parents-in-law, his daughter-in-law, he turned around and grabbed the plate of fruit and fruit and threw it over. She turned her head subconsciously. The plate stumbled after hitting the wall. A clear voice, like a flash of lightning in the house … Xiao Lei frowned and said with a smile, his personality was inconsistent.

If I talk about it again, it is nothing more than dust and dirt in the folds of life. The secular world is an airtight hood, buckled in the world, and everyone is in it, who can escape. After talking for half an hour, Xiaoli was leaving. Just got up, a fat woman with red lips and curly hair came over, her head glanced at the hedge, and it was blocked at the table. “Yo, Mr. Wei, this dish is unpleasant. I changed it to a fresh one.” Xiaoli Cao grass looked at her and didn’t want to stay, said goodbye to Mr. Wei, went out and got on the car and left with a buzzer Too. How about a car like BMW? The engine is nice. Turn on your phone on the road and listen to the song Moses recorded to her: the person you should call, has been standing here alone, I will hug you in my arms, hold you where you belong, until the end of my life That day, this is my promise to you, this is my promise to you, I have loved you forever … The car walked slowly in the sad voice of Moses, in the noisy night.

three

The year is up. Moses returned to his hometown, Ruobu. He sent pictures to Xiaoli. There is a picture of a game bird, he is holding, not the slingshot she sent him, but a shotgun, like a real hunter. The honey-colored sunlight was overwhelming, and his raised face shone in the sunlight with thick chestnuts. The son who returned from a private high school holiday followed the sea to his grandma’s house. On New Year’s Eve, at midnight, Xiaoli picked up a firecracker with a bamboo pole and put it downstairs. In the crackling flame, clearly in the patio, my father picked up the bamboo pole: “Girl, come on.” Father said. After igniting the twist, she jumped away quickly. The smell of gunpowder still smells good. That’s what she used to smell with her father who set off firecrackers year after childhood. She dared to throw a cannon like a boy, throwing it slowly and it rang before her heels. But my father never reprimanded her. She has always been his light. Moxi is just fine. Thinking, went upstairs and returned to the studio, listening to the sound of firecrackers near and far, in the wee hours of the first day of the new year in the old calendar, in the freshest time, thinking of Moses, painting the last one for “Charming” Illustrations.

Xiaoli lighted up while resting. Still Wushan. She only sucks on Little Wushan. Every time, she would put soot in the little teacup with water. She likes to hear the “beep” sound of hot soot when she meets the water, desperate and decisive. In the end, she would throw the cigarette butts in the water in the teacup, and in the whisper, watch a small cloud of smoke rising in an instant. It was the last struggle of a cigarette in the world. Xiaoli occasionally smokes. If you do n’t, it must be enough to breathe, and the room will be filled with smoke, like the haze floating on Xiaowu Mountain. She was in the house, just in Moxi’s Little Wushan. Moses didn’t know she was so fierce when she smoked. He didn’t know that his girl often thought he was so fierce. Girl. Xiaoli remembered that night again. That night, Moses couldn’t help but say, girl, I miss you. That night, the two were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but they were crazy. She didn’t feel ashamed at all. Her body is a piano, and she opened a mysterious organ with her fingers, plucking the water. She was heavy and fluttering, like a wet cumulonimbus falling in the moonlight on the bed. Her quick breathing was like a bunch of streaming fireflies in the house. They said a lot of words in a dream. His voice is so nice. She really wanted to put up a jar and make it into wine. She was so tired that she slept. Wake up once in the middle of the night, the moonlight is furry, and the room is like a honeypot.

After that night she went to the grassland. At that time, the best season had passed. The grass was not high, dense, and there were not many cattle and sheep. However, the sky was like a large piece of grass that was born in spring, and the clouds were like flowers that bloomed in spring. The group she followed. In the evening, everyone eats whole sheep drinking milk in the yurt and laughs. She is tired of a woman with freckles on her face. She drinks beer and eats mutton skewers on a long table in the grass alone. The lamb in the grassland has the aroma of wildflowers and weeds, and the taste swirls like a spinning top at the tip of the tongue. Several men at the next table invited her to drink together several times. She smiled and refused, until one of the youths sang along with the guitar. He has the same long and curly hair as Moses. His name is Batu. They banged open cans and cans of beer. Her wine gurgled over the glass. She only drinks with Batu. After two cans, Batu’s eyes became a little confused. Later, Xiaoli didn’t use cups at all, and just like those men, he poured the pot into his mouth. She said, Moxi, do it! They laughed. They all wanted her, a foreign woman, to drink more. It tasted as soft as a wild flower on the grassland. She floated on the grassland like a gust of wind. She stayed overnight, and then disappeared like a gust of wind on the grassland. The grassland is so big that everyone feels lonely. Especially the people on the grassland. As soon as they were born, loneliness lived in their bodies. On the grassland, the men’s eye sockets and the women’s wombs are all lonely. But Batu was not Moses after all. Hedgerow is clear. The more wine poured, the clearer the hedge. Moxi’s eyes are so affectionate and passionate, Moxi can reach her at a glance. Moses looked at her, the bright moonlight sinking into the clear water. Batu cannot. His eyes are like grasslands, the space is empty, and people can’t find themselves in it. It was dark, and the magical clouds covered the sky. She staggered towards the depths of the grassland. The black cow dung and small wild flowers in the grass can be seen faintly. It was completely dark, the sky and earth were stuck together, the grassland was gone, there was only the wind around, a flag that didn’t know what to do during the day, screamed. She kept walking, going into the void. A full-yellow full moon rose up, not bright, a little hazy, as if painted on rice paper. A bonfire ignited in the distance, and tourists danced in circles hand in hand and could not hear the sound. She lay tight and lay down. In the past, like the wind blowing on the grass on her face, she brushed off and rubbed over. Brushed and rubbed over again. The sea slapped her down with a slap, and he dragged her long hair, as if it were a handful of water plants. Randomly. The hair is shiny like bones. She covered her head and pressed the bare scalp of a dollar coin. Sticky between fingers. Hot. She doesn’t move. She knew clearly that at that moment, she was a palm tree, fresh palm oil, as red as blood. Cheongsam woman, in Rented a house opposite to observe her family. Everywhere she went she felt a pair of eyes behind her. She would suddenly turn her head back, as if walking at night, always suspecting that there was a ghost behind her. Snake woman. She always called the sea while she was away from work. The sound is soft and smooth like a snake. Freckles woman. The small green apple-like breasts ran trembling and trembling. Little freckles, in the white moonlight, blooming scary black flowers, many and big, the moonlight of a night can’t hold up … she tried hard not to think. She looked at the big moon swayed by the wind, the invisible sky and the earth, and the grassland. Looking at it, the huge lonely howling wolf group surrounded her, and she was soon overwhelmed and devoured. She felt that she was not as good as a grass, an ant, a dust, she seemed to be lying in the dark entrance, and immediately fell into the endless abyss. On the grassland, people are only lonely and more lonely. She called Moses over and over again, crying. She cried and called Moses. There was no signal on the grassland, and after only a few seconds, it would no longer be possible. She thought Moses crazy. She wants Mosi. She wanted Moses to run towards her from a place on the grassland like a horse. She wanted Moses to cover her like the sky, and wrap her tightly like the night. She wanted to make the whole grassland Moses, where she lay, all in Moses’ arms. For a moment she thought of her father and cried even more fiercely. After all, the grassland moon is the grassland moon. It grows up like a silver drum, like a solidified lightning, and shines brightly. The grassland is back. Above the head, the stars are bigger than the wild lily. She was cold all over. She was rushed back to the tent by the Mongolian knife-like wind, found Mosi’s picture on her mobile phone, hugged her chest, sitting in front of the bed, leaning on the bed help, smoking with tears. She bit the cigarette butt hard between her teeth and seemed to chew it down. The flickering flames of the lighter scorched a strand of hair, forgetting that the soot that flicked down rolled over and burned his legs again and again. The tent was erected on the spot, and the earthy ground was uneven, and a walnut big bug came in from somewhere. When it was noticed, it had climbed to the foot, and the small hedge jumped and rolled onto the bed. Mosi! Mosi! You villain! She cried more fiercely. It wasn’t until a box of cigarettes was empty that the tent became a phantom, and she moaned and fell asleep choking with her name. She dreamed of a landslide. She was afraid to be buried and ran up desperately. When I reached the top of the mountain, I found that the sea water had risen as high as the top of the mountain … Waking up in the morning, like the dream of sea water poured into my brain, dizzy and dizzy, my neck could not hold, and I wanted to break it. Go to work and call the sea. The sound is soft and smooth like a snake. Freckles woman. The small green apple-like breasts ran trembling and trembling. Little freckles, in the white moonlight, blooming scary black flowers, many and big, the moonlight of a night can’t hold up … she tried hard not to think. She looked at the big moon swayed by the wind, the invisible sky and the earth, and the grassland. Looking at it, the huge lonely howling wolf group surrounded her, and she was soon overwhelmed and devoured. She felt that she was not as good as a grass, an ant, a dust, she seemed to be lying in the dark entrance, and immediately fell into the endless abyss. On the grassland, people are only lonely and more lonely. She called Moses over and over again, crying. She cried and called Moses. There was no signal on the grassland, and after only a few seconds, it would no longer be possible. She thought Moses crazy. She wants Mosi. She wanted Moses to run towards her from a place on the grassland like a horse. She wanted Moses to cover her like the sky, and wrap her tightly like the night. She wanted to make the whole grassland Moses, where she lay, all in Moses’ arms. For a moment she thought of her father and cried even more fiercely. After all, the grassland moon is the grassland moon. It grows up like a silver drum, like a solidified lightning, and shines brightly. The grassland is back. Above the head, the stars are bigger than the wild lily. She was cold all over. She was rushed back to the tent by the Mongolian knife-like wind, found Mosi’s picture on her mobile phone, hugged her chest, sitting in front of the bed, leaning on the bed help, smoking with tears. She bit the cigarette butt hard between her teeth and seemed to chew it down. The flickering flames of the lighter scorched a strand of hair, forgetting that the soot that flicked down rolled over and burned his legs again and again. The tent was erected on the spot, and the earthy ground was uneven, and a walnut big bug came in from somewhere. When it was noticed, it had climbed to the foot, and the small hedge jumped and rolled onto the bed. Mosi! Mosi! You villain! She cried more fiercely. It wasn’t until a box of cigarettes was empty that the tent became a phantom, and she moaned and fell asleep choking with her name. She dreamed of a landslide. She was afraid to be buried and ran up desperately. When I reached the top of the mountain, I found that the sea water had risen as high as the top of the mountain … Waking up in the morning, like the dream of sea water poured into my brain, dizzy and dizzy, my neck could not hold, and I wanted to break it. Go to work and call the sea. The sound is soft and smooth like a snake. Freckles woman. The small green apple-like breasts ran trembling and trembling. Little freckles, in the white moonlight, blooming scary black flowers, many and big, the moonlight of a night can’t hold up … she tried hard not to think. She looked at the big moon swayed by the wind, the invisible sky and the earth, and the grassland. Looking at it, the huge lonely howling wolf group surrounded her, and she was soon overwhelmed and devoured. She felt that she was not as good as a grass, an ant, a dust, she seemed to be lying in the dark entrance, and immediately fell into the endless abyss. On the grassland, people are only lonely and more lonely. She called Moses over and over again, crying. She cried and called Moses. There was no signal on the grassland, and after only a few seconds, it would no longer be possible. She thought Moses crazy. She wants Mosi. She wanted Moses to run towards her from a place on the grassland like a horse. She wanted Moses to cover her like the sky, and wrap her tightly like the night. She wanted to make the whole grassland Moses, where she lay, all in Moses’ arms. For a moment she thought of her father and cried even more fiercely. After all, the grassland moon is the grassland moon. It grows up like a silver drum, like a solidified lightning, and shines brightly. The grassland is back. Above the head, the stars are bigger than the wild lily. She was cold all over. She was rushed back to the tent by the Mongolian knife-like wind, found Mosi’s picture on her mobile phone, hugged her chest, sitting in front of the bed, leaning on the bed help, smoking with tears. She bit the cigarette butt hard between her teeth and seemed to chew it down. The flickering flames of the lighter scorched a strand of hair, forgetting that the soot that flicked down rolled over and burned his legs again and again. The tent was erected on the spot, and the earthy ground was uneven, and a walnut big bug came in from somewhere. When it was noticed, it had climbed to the foot, and the small hedge jumped and rolled onto the bed. Mosi! Mosi! You villain! She cried more fiercely. It wasn’t until a box of cigarettes was empty that the tent became a phantom, and she moaned and fell asleep choking with her name. She dreamed of a landslide. She was afraid to be buried and ran up desperately. When I reached the top of the mountain, I found that the sea water had risen as high as the top of the mountain … Waking up in the morning, like the dream of sea water poured into my brain, dizzy and dizzy, my neck could not hold, and I wanted to break it. , And grasslands. Looking at it, the huge lonely howling wolf group surrounded her, and she was soon overwhelmed and devoured. She felt that she was not as good as a grass, an ant, a dust, she seemed to be lying in the dark entrance, and immediately fell into the endless abyss. On the grassland, people are only lonely and more lonely. She called Moses over and over again, crying. She cried and called Moses. There was no signal on the grassland, and after only a few seconds, it would no longer be possible. She thought Moses crazy. She wants Mosi. She wanted Moses to run towards her from a place on the grassland like a horse. She wanted Moses to cover her like the sky, and wrap her tightly like the night. She wanted to make the whole grassland Moses, where she lay, all in Moses’ arms. For a moment she thought of her father and cried even more fiercely. After all, the grassland moon is the grassland moon. It grows up like a silver drum, like a solidified lightning, and shines brightly. The grassland is back. Above the head, the stars are bigger than the wild lily. She was cold all over. She was rushed back to the tent by the Mongolian knife-like wind, found Mosi’s picture on her mobile phone, hugged her chest, sitting in front of the bed, leaning on the bed help, smoking with tears. She bit the cigarette butt hard between her teeth and seemed to chew it down. The flickering flames of the lighter scorched a strand of hair, forgetting that the soot that flicked down rolled over and burned his legs again and again. The tent was erected on the spot, and the earthy ground was uneven, and a walnut big bug came in from somewhere. When it was noticed, it had climbed to the foot, and the small hedge jumped and rolled onto the bed. Mosi! Mosi! You villain! She cried more fiercely. It wasn’t until a box of cigarettes was empty that the tent became a phantom, and she moaned and fell asleep choking with her name. She dreamed of a landslide. She was afraid to be buried and ran up desperately. When I reached the top of the mountain, I found that the sea water had risen as high as the top of the mountain … Waking up in the morning, like the dream of sea water poured into my brain, dizzy and dizzy, my neck could not hold, and I wanted to break it. , And grasslands. Looking at it, the huge lonely howling wolf group surrounded her, and she was soon overwhelmed and devoured. She felt that she was not as good as a grass, an ant, a dust, she seemed to be lying in the dark entrance, and immediately fell into the endless abyss. On the grassland, people are only lonely and more lonely. She called Moses over and over again, crying. She cried and called Moses. There was no signal on the grassland, and after only a few seconds, it would no longer be possible. She thought Moses crazy. She wants Mosi. She wanted Moses to run towards her from a place on the grassland like a horse. She wanted Moses to cover her like the sky, and wrap her tightly like the night. She wanted to make the whole grassland Moses, where she lay, all in Moses’ arms. For a moment she thought of her father and cried even more fiercely. After all, the grassland moon is the grassland moon. It grows up like a silver drum, like a solidified lightning, and shines brightly. The grassland is back. Above the head, the stars are bigger than the wild lily. She was cold all over. She was rushed back to the tent by the Mongolian knife-like wind, found Mosi’s picture on her mobile phone, hugged her chest, sitting in front of the bed, leaning on the bed help, smoking with tears. She bit the cigarette butt hard between her teeth and seemed to chew it down. The flickering flames of the lighter scorched a strand of hair, forgetting that the soot that flicked down rolled over and burned his legs again and again. The tent was erected on the spot, and the earthy ground was uneven, and a walnut big bug came in from somewhere. When it was noticed, it had climbed to the foot, and the small hedge jumped up and rolled onto the bed. Mosi! Mosi! You villain! She cried more fiercely. It wasn’t until a box of cigarettes was empty that the tent became a phantom, and she moaned and fell asleep choking with her name. She dreamed of a landslide. She was afraid to be buried and ran up desperately. When I reached the top of the mountain, I found that the sea water had risen as high as the top of the mountain … Waking up in the morning, like the dream of sea water poured into my brain, dizzy and dizzy, my neck could not hold, and I wanted to break it. For a moment she thought of her father and cried even more fiercely. After all, the grassland moon is the grassland moon. It grows up like a silver drum, like a solidified lightning, and shines brightly. The grassland is back. Above the head, the stars are bigger than the wild lily. She was cold all over. She was rushed back to the tent by the Mongolian knife-like wind, found Mosi’s picture on her mobile phone, hugged her chest, sitting in front of the bed, leaning on the bed help, smoking with tears. She bit the cigarette butt hard between her teeth and seemed to chew it down. The flickering flames of the lighter scorched a strand of hair, forgetting that the soot that flicked down rolled over and burned his legs again and again. The tent was erected on the spot, and the earthy ground was uneven, and a walnut big bug came in from somewhere. When it was noticed, it had climbed to the foot, and the small hedge jumped up and rolled onto the bed. Mosi! Mosi! You villain! She cried more fiercely. It wasn’t until a box of cigarettes was empty that the tent became a phantom, and she moaned and fell asleep choking with her name. She dreamed of a landslide. She was afraid to be buried and ran up desperately. When I reached the top of the mountain, I found that the sea water had risen as high as the top of the mountain … Waking up in the morning, like the dream of sea water poured into my brain, dizzy and dizzy, my neck could not hold, and I wanted to break it. For a moment she thought of her father and cried even more fiercely. After all, the grassland moon is the grassland moon. It grows up like a silver drum, like a solidified lightning, and shines brightly. The grassland is back. Above the head, the stars are bigger than the wild lily. She was cold all over. She was rushed back to the tent by the Mongolian knife-like wind, found Mosi’s picture on her mobile phone, hugged her chest, sitting in front of the bed, leaning on the bed help, smoking with tears. She bit the cigarette butt hard between her teeth and seemed to chew it down. The flickering flames of the lighter scorched a strand of hair, forgetting that the soot that flicked down rolled over and burned his legs again and again. The tent was erected on the spot, and the earthy ground was uneven, and a walnut big bug came in from somewhere. When it was noticed, it had climbed to the foot, and the small hedge jumped up and rolled onto the bed. Mosi! Mosi! You villain! She cried more fiercely. It wasn’t until a box of cigarettes was empty that the tent became a phantom, and she moaned and fell asleep choking with her name. She dreamed of a landslide. She was afraid to be buried and ran up desperately. When I reached the top of the mountain, I found that the sea water had risen as high as the top of the mountain … Waking up in the morning, like the dream of sea water poured into my brain, dizzy and dizzy, my neck could not hold, and I wanted to break it.

Later she knew that that night, Moses heard her crying on the phone, but she couldn’t get through anymore and was drunk. Drunk.

When Wen Jie knocked on the door, her painting just finished. Wen Jie’s eyes were red and swollen, she said nothing, and went to bed and fell asleep. Wake up at twelve noon on New Year’s Day.

four

The Lantern Festival is just Valentine’s Day. At the newspaper office where Xiaoli was, the two divorced on this day. One of them was sixteen years before the twelfth lunar month. The other one—because she wears green all year round, everyone calls her moss—a while ago I saw the couple holding hands for a walk. Wen Jie also left, took a photo of her divorce certificate and said, let’s have a holiday together at noon.

Moxi sent a red envelope to Xiaoli, 52.1. And wrote: as many. She sent it back, 99.99. After a pause, another one was sent, 13.14. I returned the same two words. Vulgar is vulgar. To live a life, it’s always good to admire elegance and vulgarity. Xiaoli said, it is not a lover, we. Moxi said, of course, silly girl, we are lovers.

My cousin called, and someone wanted to buy a hundred scarves all at once. Xiaoli said, 15% off.

In Wanda Plaza in the center of the city, Xiaoli has a shop that sells silk scarves and paintings. She cooperates with a manufacturer in Hangzhou. She is responsible for painting. The manufacturer is responsible for printing her paintings on silk scarves. The painting is embedded in a wooden frame, and a high-grade silk scarf of the same painting hangs beside it. The people who walked into the store quietly hung between the painting and the scarf. The price is naturally high, but the business is okay. Like buying multiple items at once, I have had them before. There was a man who thanked him, bought her dozens of paintings and hundreds of scarves, and finally proposed it, hoping to take Xiaoliu away and paint him a single painting. Xiaoli smiled. Xiao Lei’s smile flashed like a knife flying through the air.

At noon, Wenjie really invited to dinner together. Wen Jie said, rely on, the divorce lined up more than married. Xiaoli teased her, maybe she couldn’t remember divorce, choose a meaningful day. The two asked for a bottle of red wine, French Lafite. The branches of the divorce are not mentioned at all. After two glasses of red wine went down, Wen Jie could not bear it. My eyes were red, and then weeping sadly. why? Why? I wanted to regenerate one. Little hedge pressed his temple, it seemed that there was a snake to drill out. moonlight. Flower shadow. respite. light. leech. freckle. flee. Gruesome. Flying. horrified. Fragmented. Falling. Confused … They asked for another bottle of wine. She filled Wen Jie and herself, and said, why are there so many fucking reasons? Remember the math problem we did when we went to school? There is a kind of equation, so there is no fucking solution. I didn’t understand it at that time. What’s the point of unsolving it? Now I understand that the process of proving unsolved is all it means. Wen Jie suddenly laughed, and Mrs. Qin said earlier that my marriage has no ends, and I still don’t believe it. This time, she was right again. My equation is not unsolved, it is wrong. When I was in school, I always fucking solved the wrong equation. Wen Jie had to drink again, Xiaoli had the final say, when we waited, we would get drunk again. Then Xiaoli asked expectantly, Mrs. Qin is back? Wen Jie said, just came back last night. The old lady’s unspoken words haunted her, and Xiaoli disappeared at once.

It snowed in the afternoon, there was no wind, big and big, just fell quietly. As a child, when it was snowing, Xiaoli told his father that there was a big tree with snowflakes in the sky, and the flowers fell to the top of the tree. The father touched her head and said with a smile, the girl was right. In the evening, the snow was too thick for shoes, stepped on it, and gurgled. Lanterns in a city are all wet, and they are a bit brighter than usual. At night, it suddenly cleared up, and the moon hung out like a mirror. Xiaoli invites Mrs. Qin to eat. She finds it difficult to go and says she will change the world. Xiaoli set a new date. Xiaoli tentatively said, Sister Qin, otherwise, would you please show it to the last friend? Mrs. Qin agreed readily and asked for Mosi’s photo and date of birth. “It’s better to have time, old girl.” Xiaoli asked Moxi for the hour. “What’s the girl doing, fortune telling?” Moses asked. “No, it’s for someone else anyway.” Moses said truthfully. This fool. Xiaoli laughed.

When he sent it to Mrs. Qin, Xiaoli hesitated. She is about to commit someone’s destiny. Things in the world are most afraid of a proverb. But in the end it was sent out with great heart. Waiting time, Hedgerow lit the hexagonal palace lights on the balcony. The long-sleeved woman dances. She rubbed the word “West”. She asked if Moses believed. Moses said that his third grandfather had met a blind fortune teller when he was very young. The blind man said that the three grandpas would marry the seven-room daughter-in-law and have nine children. Sure enough, in the past few decades, no matter how hard the three grandpas struggled, they still couldn’t get out of those few words. The blind man seemed to draw a circle with Sun Wukong’s gold hoop. Then they talked about the soul. Xu Zhimo said, I will look for my only soul mate in the vast sea, and I am fortunate; Xiaoli wanted to speak, but he didn’t speak out. Xu Zhimo, a poet who loves madness, his love is too gorgeous and too heavy, and he has to end with a crash. At the place where the crash occurred, Xiaoli went to see it once, except for a stone tablet in the barren mountain that reads “Shimo, people in your hometown miss you”. Time eventually annihilated everything, including love and soul.

Mrs. Qin replied. Xiaoli looked at those few words, stunned. She instinctively refused to believe. She called the old lady Qin, and she wanted to find out the flaws, so as to get rid of the destiny set by the old lady Qin like taking off a dress. Fortunately, Xiaoli completely died. Because Mrs. Qin revealed more secrets. And every secret is a secret passage to the road of destiny. The strange old lady, her prophetic judgement, was so strange that it was scary. Xiaoli suddenly had a little aversion to her.

Xiaoli didn’t tell Moses. It’s still unknown how to live. It’s too clear, like a bowl of white water, clear and indifferent, what else is heading. The reason people hope is probably because of the unknown. However, she wished Moses was too good. Only when Moses is good can she feel at ease. From the first day she met Moses, her heart was hanging.

The window lights up second. In the central garden in front of the building, there is a large wax plum with small yellow flowers and petals a little wrinkled, like made of rice paper. Now, I can only see the tree, but not the flowers. The flowers must be covered with a cap of snow. Should really go and see. Seeking plums in the snow, and under the moon, in winter, there is no better feeling than this. However, Xiaoli’s heart was too chaotic, as if the Lamei made of rice paper filled her chest. Go to the studio and clear the moonlight all over the room. The African Jasmine was defeated, and there was a flower, which fell at this moment, silently, but Xiaoli heard the sound, yeah! ——It seemed that the flower was a wooden mallet, knocked on the gong. The final word-at that moment, she made a major decision. She froze in front of the window. She was frightened by her decision.

Fives

Xiaoli Duan sat opposite Dr. Wang.

This is the first time she walked into the Department of Aesthetic Plastic Surgery of the Chinese Medicine Hospital. Doctor Wang narrowed her eyes and looked at her face. At the doctor, probably, everyone is not human. Just like a male doctor in the obstetrics and gynecology department, Xiaoli wonders, what do they think about in the face of women’s most unspeakable private parts every day? Is it full of lust? When they have sex, is there still that original passion? She gave birth at birth, and cut a few stitches on the side. One day, the male doctor responsible for her delivery took a few intern rounds. He asked her to pull off her pants and spread her legs, pointing to the men Children explain. She followed the expression blankly, disguising her shame with indifference. She saw that there was a boy whose face flushed red when he saw it. She turned her face away from looking at him. Maybe he just started his internship and faced it for the first time. In turbulent adolescence, he just used his eyes to directly penetrate into a woman’s body. At that moment, in their eyes, she was not a woman at all, just an animal with female genitals. She later saw the boy on the street, she looked at him, he was unaware. At that time, Xiaoli thought that the male doctor in the obstetrics and gynecology department can distinguish that each woman has a different private part, not their different faces. This is exactly the opposite of the beauty department.

A few days later, Xiaoli was lying on the operating table of the aesthetic department. After anesthesia, the pain magically disappeared, and the entire jaw was as hard as a mussel, but she still clearly felt a blade cut the inside of her lower lip, and the sound passed like a bullet through the skull. The bright shadowless lamp above the head is like a mirror, which can clearly see the entire operation. But she kept her eyes closed. The hand folded on my chest sweated. Before carving the prosthesis, Dr. Wang showed her. She glanced in a hurry, like a soft piece of mussel. The best thing about Xiaoli is his eyes. “Peach Blossom Eye.” Everyone said so. Do you have eyes that look like peach blossoms? But her eyelashes are indeed dense and long; they all said that her eyelashes flickered, flickered, and flickered, and it was tickling in her heart, you can be a fan … charming-she remembered Moses’ words again: girl, you know you How charming is your eyes? However, her jaw is a bit short. She wanted to tease. A woman’s appearance is to please herself. Alas, I Xiaoliu, in the end, failed to escape this worldly cage. Xiaoli thought. It’s true, women are all fools. The woman’s heart has been bumpy on the road of love all her life. Only love makes women perfect. The prosthesis is carved. Embedded in it. In stitching. Her stretched toes stretched out.

She took a week off and happened to be preparing for the art exhibition at home. Within a week, she could only eat a small amount of liquid food. She lost weight quickly. After the gauze opened, a small hedge with a perfect chin walked in the yard, only to feel a sunny day.

She walks. Run. Go to Gym. The willow tree was green and fluttering in the spring breeze. The earliest opening was the Spring Festival. This is followed by apricot blossoms. She ran under the apricot trees in the boulevard, and the apricot blossoms floated in the wind. Ziye Li opened. The trees are full of flowers, looking up and covering her window. She lay down and raised the barbell over her head. The magnolia is open, white, yellow, red. She also walked out of the sweat, and the plump and magnolia buds were reminiscent of the pictures that Moses sent to her. Villain. She said in her heart that she blushed. The peach blossoms are blooming. Begonia opened. The pear flower is blooming. Lilac opened. One tree after another, the flower spikes spit out fragrance at night. She went to skip the rope under the lilac tree early in the morning and got a scent of incense. She folded a sprig of lilac and brought it home, and inserted it in the white porcelain vase of the painting. During this time, she went to Wuda. The cherry blossoms are catching up. Under the independent tree, I only feel that time flies. She picked up a few handfuls of dried petals, came back and put them in a silk flower bag, and pasted a small piece of silk cloth on a hang tag cut from the skirt, and made a bookmark-she was always addicted to tinkering with these crafts For gadgets, she believes that a girl has always lived in her body-and even sent a copy of the “Corema Story” to Mosi. That book is out of print. She bought it before. On the back of the bookmark she wrote a small line of words: I love you, Moses. In the dream, the cherry blossoms after the rain fell all over, the sound of the click, clear and audible, seemed to be on her pillow.

Xiao Li did not dare to slack off for a moment. She finally went down to do the liposuction of the waist and abdomen and filled the breasts with the fat. Surgery general anesthesia. She asked Dr. Wang several times before the operation, handsome boy, wouldn’t she wake up? No way? The answer is yes. However, she was still extremely panicked, as if going to the execution ground. She didn’t want to leave Mossy ever. Sooner or later, life will dissipate, but not now. She hasn’t had time to love. She thought she had to be alive anyway. anyway. Liposuction is simple, and breast filling is much more complicated. The filling points must be uniform and dense. The injection needle almost broke a breast into a sieve. The pain after the operation is like a little bug that is about to move when it is shocked, and it can’t be stopped. She blindly endured. Her breasts are really arrogant. The autologous fat filled in is fully lived like yeast, firm and full. A spring is growing in her body, and the seeds of something fresh sprout like a steady stream. At night, when I remembered Moses, there was a sudden sweat on my body and I could hardly hold myself. She is like a smoking white phosphorous. She did not dare to call Moses, she was afraid she could not hide the glue in her voice. She was afraid of a spark, and ignited each other in a sudden. They share a dynamite storehouse of desire, dangerous and tempting. Naturally, the phone is sometimes called, but she has to freeze the sound of a certain kind of fruit in advance and reuse it later. Only then can it be calm enough. The petals were burning out of her eyes. Peach blossom-like eyes are true this time. She went into the beauty department several times. Her face became an artwork in the hands of Dr. Wang. She even had a beeping lips. That way, Moses will catch it in a moment. she thinks. He always likes to catch it with a little bit of effort-it is later. When the hanging wisteria blossomed innocently, she was reborn. It’s not time yet. she thinks. She wants to make the breath of spring grass fuller in her body.

The city held an art festival and arranged her painting exhibition. Moses ’book was also published.

The book is very hot, and it is out of stock as soon as it is available. A reader meeting will be held at the Kapok Bookstore in City D, where Moses is. It was late spring, when all the turbulence raged, and the “domestic newspaper and publishing house exhibition” was held in City D. Xiaoli was sent out of tolerance. There was also a female colleague. Xiaoli looked at the time and lied to a colleague to see a distant relative and ran away to the Kapok bookstore. This is really an accident. Xiao Lei’s heart beats, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, the whole person became a drum that was constantly ringing. She pressed her hand to her chest, thanking her fate for her arrangement and God’s care for her. The reader meeting is open, and she sits in the last row. She pressed her hand to her lips, biting the knuckle of her index finger. She was inexplicably nervous, and her whole body was warming up, only to feel the thin and dense Khan star arching outward. She looked at him. He was happy, but in his eyes, he still could not hide the loneliness. His voice had a special texture, as if the wind was blowing across the sand. She stared at him to gather all his breath. The illustration of the book, the signature on the back cover is: Lier. That’s a term only used by Moses. Moses called her when she didn’t call her girl. Lier-he called. Hey. She answered. During the questioning stage, some people said that they liked the illustrations and asked if they could introduce you to Lier. Xiaoli was convinced that Moses on the stage couldn’t see her through the black heads, but she still held her head and held her breath. He paused for a moment and said, Lier, is my favorite and a friend who knows me best. No accident, but she was relieved. Like and understand. Yes, they like each other, and then understand each other naturally. It seems that as soon as the season comes, the trees will naturally be green and the flowers will naturally bloom. It seemed that she really was made of a rib on his body. In the signing session, everyone left the seat and lined up, leaving her sitting far away in the back corner. For a moment, he looked up. She only felt that the sun had fallen and covered her. Girl, the signature eyes are all spent today, and I almost see you as someone. At dinner, Moxi said on WeChat. How is it possible, people are at home. She back. She didn’t even disclose herself in City D. It’s not time yet. Xiaoli thought. In the battlefield of love, beauty is not the only weapon of a woman, but it is an important weapon. Her beauty, the youth she was gradually picking up as old as she was looking for, had not yet reached the fullest time. Their marriage will be only one month, and she will dedicate the most beautiful self to him. The previous impulse is meaningless, she has to hold back.

Art exhibition a few days later. many people. She is good at splashing ink and freehand brushwork. Her paintings are vivid and magnificent. One of the paintings called “Escape” caused many people to stop. The large black of the night on the screen is almost suffocating, and only a small red flower stretches timidly at the corner of the screen. Xiaoliu had a loose fragrant cloud gauze dress with long chestnut curly hair resting on her back. She stayed quietly in a corner of the exhibition hall, and from time to time glanced, the crowd was full. For a while, she felt that the entire exhibition hall was a bit strange, and each of her paintings seemed to shine with divine light and become brilliant. She was a little nervous. It must be Moses. she thinks. It must be that Moses’ bright eyes illuminate the entire exhibition hall. she thinks. She even smelled Moses’ breath. It is a faint fragrance of pine and nanmu in the forest. The background of the crowd was just as blurred. In the huge exhibition hall, only she and Moses were left. Moses came to her. She smiled sheepishly and stood there, a little tugging. He hugged her in his arms as if holding a child.

No Moses. In the evening, she looked at WeChat. At the beginning of the exhibition, he was being invited by the local radio station to do a new book promotion program. She zoomed in on the photo, she kissed him and made tears on his face. She said, Moxi, you fool! You fool! You fool!

Downstairs outside the window, a small red flower spike emerged from a locust tree. Xiaoliu looked down on the white locust blossoms used to her roof, and felt that locust blossoms are always white and bright, and at night, like a handful of white moonlights perched on trees. White moonlight. The woman running in the white moonlight. Xiaoli’s heart suddenly jumped, but it passed quickly. The rubber tree on the floating platform in the bedroom had more fertilizer, burned roots, and died, and Xiaoli quickly replaced a large honeysuckle. Flowering, Xiaoli didn’t expect it to be so fragrant. The deeper the night, the more fragrant the fragrance, as if the fragrance mist filled, lying down, two pages of books, the whole person let the fragrance permeate. Wen Jie sent WeChat and opened the door to ask, do you believe in love? She quickly replied: letter. Her marriage was like a bird in a cage, she broke away from her, but she still believed in love. She believes that there is a kind of love, which exists independently of marriage and has nothing to do with any form, only the love itself. Are you sure? Wen Jie does not resign. Be sure. She just wanted to pronounce these two words, and hesitated again. What can she hold in her hand in this world? Like the smell of this house, it was so sticky that it was suffocating, but she couldn’t catch it a little. Moxi’s love will not be this fragrance, right? She suddenly became restless. She has a WeChat account of a woman named Gina who claims to be a tarot teller. Xiaoli quickly found out and said she wanted to fortune-telling. which aspect? Gina asked. love. two hundred. Gina was straightforward. She issued a red envelope of 200 yuan. Next, Gina asked her to meditate on five numbers from 1 to 78. Xiaoli writes 8, 9, 12, 19, 23, and the divination begins. Xiaoli asked questioningly, do you need to provide more? No need to. Gina said. Unwilling, Xiaoli asked again, would you like to tell me about my situation? The divination needs to be quiet. Gina declined. After a while, Gina gave the card. For the first time, Xiaoli saw the tarot cards. Five photos in total. At the bottom, a woman in a purple dress looks sideways at a white bird that is much larger than her, holding a sword in her hands; on the right, a golden road leads to two castles The room with golden lights on it; the picture above, a woman in a red dress is holding a golden dog under a tree with seven or eight red fruits hanging, and there is golden light behind the tree; On the background, there is a long blue Yingying figure that can’t see anything, only a few red, white and yellow flowers are faintly discernible; In the middle, a pair of elegant men and women with only their upper body exposed in the water clinking against each other. On the shore, there are two dark brown trees intertwined in the dark brown grass, and the background is spread out. , It is a large red and yellow. Xiaoli flipped the phone over and looked at it. At this time, Gina sent a large number of cards, Xiaoli glanced at the first few lines, the three-pointed scepter, the four-pointed star, the second-handed holy grail, the queen of the sword, and the tower … … she suddenly didn’t want to watch anymore. A person’s mood will be reflected on the card. She apologized for the turmoil, and felt sorry for Moses. Sure enough, Gina said that it is best to bless the stone of love, the spiritual power is small, 1888 yuan; the spiritual power is 2,888 yuan, and you can prepare the blessing after payment. After all, it’s money. Should she use the money to buy back the love that reassures her in the hands of the soothsayer? She declined the fortune teller and replied Wen Jie: Be sure. Then he put aside his phone and turned a few pages of “Drums of Rain”-that Mosi recommended to her-and fell asleep in the deep fragrance of honeysuckle.

When the rose flower also bloomed, it was hot. Roses were planted on both sides of the road to the cinema, and the long branches bent from time to time on the sidewalk. Unexpectedly, Xiao Lei met Mr. Wei and Moss holding hands. After that meeting, Xiaoli refused Mr. Wei, and he went to Wenjie, and did not know what Wenjie said. In short, she would not bother her again. She heard about the moss. The husband put a girl into bed, and she put the girl’s boyfriend into bed. At the same time everyone sighed, they all said, “A man, it’s just nothing. I didn’t think that the moss really has two lives.” Mr. Wei pulled out his hand and rubbed it coldly, seeming a little embarrassed. Moss shouted generously. Xiao Li also shouted, nodded and smiled with Mr. Wei, and passed sideways.

Damn it, Xiaoli thought. When she saw the freckled woman clenching her six-pack arms tightly, she wanted to run away. For a few seconds, they all stared at each other in a daze. She was like a top that was beaten by someone, and she was dizzy. In the sunlight, the freckled woman is not beautiful, but the little freckles add a little bit of charm to her for no reason. Even if she covered herself to reveal only those ink dots, she could recognize her fuckingly. The freckles on the right side of the nose are a bit like the Big Dipper. That night, the freckled woman riding on the sea like a horse turned her face in amazement when the lights were on, and she discovered it. There was a rose branch trembling among them. His hair is still dense, she always thinks it is a clump of grass with a good smell. His murmured eyes wrapped her like silk. He stretched out his hand to her, but Xiaoli just lifted the flower branch, said for a long time, and walked over. After that night, she blacked him. He used small means to give her only sex. However, even the most fanatical sex is only sex, not love. Six abs, he thought she was a beautiful jewelry box, and he just put sex in like an expensive gold hairpin. He never understood what she wanted. That freckled woman. She unconsciously reached out the phone and wanted to call the sea. Think about it, what is this, forget it. Perhaps the freckles were a trivial woman who occasionally passed the body of the sea. Men, creatures, how to say, local strong desires bring them closer to primitive and natural. In the past, they didn’t care much. Dahai said he wanted to remarry, but Xiaoli didn’t agree. The moonlight that night was always boiling in Xiao Li’s chest like boiling water, what did she remarry. The dense petals of the rose overlapped again, like small swirls without end, which looked straight at the small hedge. The movie is in English and she is in a trance from start to finish. That night, she was sulking and doing sit-ups and doing push-ups until she was tired and lying on the floor, almost pouting. She raised her face subconsciously. Toot lips, that was for Moses. She suddenly couldn’t help but wanted to smoke again. Mosi. Mosi. She yelled softly. This time, no water was poured into the small cup holding ash. She twisted and shattered the cigarette butt fiercely. Wen Jie called and said that the three tigresses of the newspaper had taken a security guard to open the house. Wen Jie laughed without good intentions while talking, your newspaper can really do it! Xiao Lei froze for a long time before he “oh” let out. As soon as I went to work the next day, the news really spread everywhere. The three women are from the distribution department, the advertising department and the communication department. They are all in their forties, and their husbands are all heads and faces. The handsome security guard came less than a month. Come everyone Just jokingly said, that guy, shouldn’t he be too handsome to sleep. Everyone stood in front of the window and watched as the police car drove into the yard of the newspaper office.

A few days later, Wen Jie went to Tibet and said that there were several hearts fluttering in his chest, so chaotic, he went quietly.

A full half year passed, August. One day, Xiaoli sent a poem to Moses: to see you. I want to bring ten carts of dirt, ten carts of running water, ten carts of blue sky. All the way. wait for me. If in the daytime, one thousand poplar greens should be superimposed, put in a small tea cup, and boiled in water; if at night, only let the thousands of flowers bloom in the moonlight. Then, quietly listening to the sound of the car from far to near, Xiao Xiao Ma Ming. Moses replied, Come on, girl, I’m waiting for you.

When African Jasmine opened, Xiaoli only felt like a pot of flowers, fresh and lush, with thick juice flowing all over him. Everything has been handled, and even the divorce agreement has been written. How to say it is also a big deal. She bought a bottle of good wine, a box of good smoke, a bouquet of chrysanthemums, and came to her father’s grave. She filled her father with a cup and made a cup for herself. At that time, the mother was nagging at the worst temper, but the father just listened. In the end, my father always smiled and summed up: Xiao Tao-he always called his mother’s nickname-you are right. The mother smiled, too, busy with joy. Throughout my life, father and mother, you let me, I follow you. Subconsciously, she knew that what she expected was nothing more than a simple and simple marriage, as if flowers were blooming in the spring breeze. She accompanied her father to smoke and sat quietly for half an afternoon.

At night, Moses said, girl, I miss you. Xiaoli said, Mosi, let’s get married.

six

Every pore of hers is screaming.

After that, Moses still hugged her tightly, as if he had a pocket on his body, and wanted to put her in, as if she were the little kangaroo he had recovered. They looked at each other, not enough. A full moon outside the window. After all, it is Jiangnan beyond thousands of mountains and rivers, and the moonlight is bright lemon yellow. Later, whenever Xiaoliu remembered that night, she always thought of the moonlight full of lemon yellow, she smiled and she blinked, her long eyelashes, and the wings of the butterfly swept Moses’ face, He itched, and his wet lips caught the pair of butterflies. He hunted her little beast all night. In the end, she was finally tired, and a syrup of honey in his arms. Its daybreak. The fragrance of plants and trees poured into the window, and the birds were barking. It was a happy morning. The flock of birds sang joy to them. He looked at her lazy little figure and said, silly girl. She looked at him and laughed silently. However, she was upset a little, she thought, one day had passed.

He put a string on her wrist, agarwood. Xiaoli paused. She wondered how much he would hold her with a bracelet, never let her out.

They walked back along the Jinsha River back to the mountains and green trees surrounded by Ruobu. Dozens of people in a staggered manner have the meaning of a paradise. Every house and courtyard is made of white stones. The yellow-brown tower stands in the middle of the village. In front of the Zhaizi, a series of terraces of yellow and green, like a large oil painting spread out, the dazzling white clouds quietly piled on the verdant mountain. It would be nice to be able to sketch here. Xiaoli thought. Mosi said that he was married at that time, and the family was very lively for a while. The people in the village came to drink wine and dance hand in hand. This time, they didn’t say anything, they just hid the sweetness in their hearts. In the afternoon, Xiaoliu put on a rusty dress full of flowers and grass and cloud shoes with horns and flowers. The tip of the shoe is warped, and if you take a small step again, you will become a character in the opera. Moses took her shotgun and took her hand to the little Wushan behind the stockade. Agarwood’s bracelets swayed one by one, touching the hands of the two, and the scent of fragrance swayed in waves. Someone died, and at the door, several people were jumping in sheepskin. The leading Shibi wore a golden monkey fur hat, held a magic wand engraved with fairy patterns, and recited the scriptures in his mouth. The sheepskin drum was raised high above the head for a while and lowered to the instep of the foot for a while. They circled like a goat jumping. Xiaoli never saw it, only felt fresh, and looked back from time to time. Moses said that in order to rest their souls, they would jump all night. Do people really have souls? If so, will one soul love another? Xiaoli was a little distracted, just letting Moses hold hands.

There are wild flowers in the forest. The fallen leaves of the year give off a warm smell, and they step on and scream, scream, scream, scream, like a prelude to a song. From time to time, a large bird fluttered suddenly, and the leaves touched by its wings floated down leisurely. Mosi grew up in this mountain forest, and he can accurately call out the name of every tree and every kind of wildflower. He can even find the tree he used to mark with a knife. Little Wushan. Xiaoli tried to recall the smell of the little Wushan cigarette she smoked. Vaguely, there is a good smell of loose scent. Where she actually smokes, she just vomits and sheds tears. Moses raised his gun from time to time. In fact, he hunted nothing. He has no heart, she is his little bird, his little beast. They don’t go away. The gun hung on the tree branch. A red-tailed tit stands on the brown barrel. Her multicolored Yunyun shoes kicked into a piece of purple mountain flowers, and her long skirt flooded a piece of yellow grass and jasmine. The white lilac sunlight shining from the dense leaves first fell on her, and then his big shadow overturned her. She just feels hot and cool. Her savage hunter exudes the breath of the forest. She was softly indulging in the dense wildflowers, like an egret that was really hit by him. Clouds overhead swept slowly across the treetops, and the forest was quiet and fragrant. They forget it. Everything seems to return to the original, back to the original straightforwardness, simplicity and innocence. Later, at Mohe at two in the morning, when she thought of Moses, she could clearly smell the Metasequoia in his long hair, the pine needles in his neck, the nanmu in his armpits, and the Dalbergia on his chest The smell of rosemary on his back and the charm of him-how sexy and vigorous-the smell of camphor. That’s the rarest, most precious and wonderful flavor in her life. In Hulunbeier, she stared at the dizzy roof of the white felt yurts where the strips of wood spread out radially. Reminiscent of Mosi, like in front of the woodcut ribbed windows of Mohe, she was suddenly drunk. Wildflowers shook hurriedly above their heads. This is the most wonderful moment of Xiaowu Mountain. The whole mountain became quiet, every tree stopped growing, every bird stopped breathing, every gust of wind stopped walking, every white cloud stopped moving. All life in the mountains is holding their breath, listening to their wild heartbeats, their hot breaths, their sweet sweet words. They are as fresh as two drops of dew just formed. They set aside the whole world, only each other in their hearts. Langgu. Torrent. They are on the top of the mountain. They are in the cloud. They are out of the sky. Long. Long time. A century later, Xiaowu Mountain finally regained its voice. The plants were translucent, the white clouds ran, and the mountain breeze sent flowers and birds. She pulled a handful of flowers Live the red hot face. He moved away, ashamed of her, and squeezed her cheek gently. He slowly put her on a flower skirt and flower shoes, tied her hair, like waiting for a little daughter to get up, and put a wreath on her head. She doesn’t need to do anything, just by him. She looked at his happy little girl in his eyes. He spoiled her. At that moment, she felt that she was his little daughter, his light. She blurted out suddenly: Dad-they both froze. She looked at him and smiled childlikely. He held her in his arms like a little girl who was not familiar with the world. She tried hard to endure, tears in her eyes, and finally could not stop her face.

They snuggled under a ginkgo tree. He told her the history and customs of the Qiang people. He played Qiang flute “Homesickness” for her. The flute sounded like a slowly flowing stream among dense flowers and grass. The sun was dark, and the forest was covered in a light distress like Ziyunying. Xiaoli opened his eyes wide and looked at the beautiful things in front of him, breathing in the moist and fragrant air like the juice of the plants in the forest, and listening to the news brought by the mountain wind. At this moment, she is an empty pocket, she will fill herself with these, and then take away. Mrs. Qin’s prophecy, like a mole on her chest, could never be wiped away. She hopes that she is the last woman of Moses, so that they can stay together for a lifetime. And she dare not. Having seen too many failed marriages, her fear is like a cramped small intestine that makes her uneasy at times. She was afraid that for a long time, the wind blew her marriage out, the sun tanned her marriage, and the rain shed her marriage. Even if they didn’t do anything, years would make them look ugly. She dare not. She would rather only have a honeymoon. She wants to make love the sweetest honey in the world, presenting her beloved Moses like a devout people to the Holy King. She will plant the honeymoon as a seed, and in the future they will grow a kingdom of honeymoon in their long years. In that way, their love is complete and long-lasting. Rather than spending a lifetime in mutual injury like most people, it is better to spend a lifetime in the good memories of honeymoon. After all, a man is to be raised as a child by a woman. She wants to ferry Mosi to another woman. She is Moses ’second ship. Even if it is not her, there will always be another boat. They were destined to ferry Moses to the third woman’s boat. Now, her minutes and seconds with Moses will be the firewood and food for her long time in the future. They hummed the elder sister’s tune and held hands home. She jumped from time to time, jumped, and asked him to recite a paragraph, like a child. The sunset was slowly sinking, and half of the sky was burning red. Folk songs came from the terraced fields, and the sound was like silk from the oil: the moonlight in the sky, the moon in the eyes, sent you to ride a white horse, and sent you across the lotus pond. Today, I have sent in love girls, even if Shangao Road is long. Moonlight, moonlight, big cylinders, moonlight, moonlight, steamed wine …

For dinner, barley wine was placed on the table. Moxi’s parents are honest mountain people, with few words and a grinning smile. They are happy about what the son does. They looked at Xiaoliu’s eyes as if they were looking at a pearl. She poured wine for them and accompanied them for a drink. She couldn’t bear to look at their loving eyes. She only became their daughter-in-law for one month. She felt like a liar. Moxi has a large amount of wine and naturally drank more. After dinner, he took her to the second floor. The night of the cottage is like a big grape immersed in the clear water. They perched in the gardenia white moonlight. Both brought some alcohol. The little-skinned hedgerow was soft and soft, and the hot Moses looked like a horse, and the moonlight on his back became warm and ripe. An old sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard filled the bed with a sweet aroma. They do not know where their strength comes from. It seems that it is the night breeze in the courtyard and the moonlight on the osmanthus tree. He carried her running tirelessly. They are like a ray of joyful wind, melting into the boundless mountains under the boundless moonlight. The night finally calmed down. Songtao bursts, the entire village seems to float on the sea. She sealed the jar of memory of this day. She knew that in the future, she would move out from time to time and slowly enjoy it little by little.

What to say in the later days. Every day, Xiaoli’s life is different from the previous day and different from the next day. Every day is the best day she carefully selected from 365 days of the year. Marriage is a plant. She extracted the most beneficial ingredients. She filtered out suspicion, violence, dodge, fear, loneliness, worry, anxiety, depression, and only tried to stay understanding, trust, admiration, encouragement, tolerance, spoiling, sweetness, joy, joy. Later, Xiaoli missed those days wildly wherever she had been. Moses went to work, she painted at home, she cooked and waited for him to go home. He always shouted as soon as he entered the door, girl, I’m back! She rushed to his arms. He hugged her in a circle. He hugged her waist behind him to watch her finish cooking the last dish. They went to eat Indian flying cakes, and the big noodles were only skillfully rotated seven or eight times in the hands of a black Indian man to make a large and thin cake. They drink “deep water bombs”. That was the crown vodka she sent him from Russia. He kept it. They poured vodka in a small glass, flipped upside down and quickly snapped it into a large glass of beer, then drank it down. They laughed, and the taste was more violent than the loneliness of the snow in the mountains. He blew cold wind and got a fever. She fed him to eat, took medicine, and soaked his feet with hot water boiled ginger and salt. She cut his nails, hugged her feet in her arms, and stuck them to her chest. He responded to the email on the computer. She moved the chair to his side and put a good cigarette in his mouth. He took a sip, she took it away, and after a while, he took another sip. He played her guitar and sang “First time “: Now, every day has meaning, every night is real, girl, you make me think this is the first time to love someone, just like never loved others … she looked at him watery, listening He sings. Every night on the honeymoon is unique, mysterious and fresh. They watched the first quarter moon in the west and the second quarter moon in the east together. Seeing that Xianyue is going to be in the middle of the night, when she was still wet, and her toes were no longer numb. She was thirsty for breathing for too long. The room was filled with the rich mountain forest breath from his body: metasequoia, pine, cedar, rosewood, rosewood, camphor … Then, she was like an orange yellow moon, bent in his arms. During this period, one of her paintings won the prize, and the organizer informed her to go to the prize. She didn’t go. The introduction says that she is a painter, writer, and media person. She doesn’t care. She only cares that she is a woman of Moses. Really, Moses’ wife. One afternoon, Xiaoli wrote the letter and put it with the divorce agreement. She will stay at the table at the end of the honeymoon when he goes to work, and then leave forever. She really hoped that Mrs. Qin predicted that the woman who could eventually accompany Moses to the old woman — the third wife Moses hit — was a good woman.

The last day of the honeymoon was the weekend, and they drove to the wildflower valley in the suburbs. They messed up a cluster of flowers. He covered her with the juice of wildflowers. A cloud passed over her, and she covered the same black silk as her white wildflowers. Xiaoli took off Agarwood’s bracelet and asked Moses to put it back on her. Xiaoli closed his eyes vigorously so as not to let tears flow out.