Fang Zong buried his face in Ye Xiuxiu's lower abdomen, which was soft and elastic, like a chewy and delicious candy, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth after one bite.
He had no romantic thoughts, nor was he worried about Ye Xiuxiu attacking him. After noticing Ye Xiuxiu's unusual behavior, he turned his head and saw two figures through the glass shop door and the dim light remaining in the square outside.
It was someone I knew.
To be precise, one of them was an acquaintance.
The other one, whom he didn't recognize, made him look thoughtful and contemplative.
"In my drunken stupor, I indulge in laughter; where would I find the time for sorrow? Lately, I've come to realize that the books of the ancients are utterly worthless..." Malha staggered over, reeking of alcohol.
As he walked, his eyes glazed over with drunkenness, he continued to chant at the top of his lungs, “Last night I fell drunk by the pine tree, and asked the pine how drunk I was. I only suspected the pine was swaying and came to support me…” He had his arm around a man who was half a head shorter than him and also very thin. He laughed and pushed the man’s shoulder, glancing sideways at him and saying, “…pushing the pine tree with his hand and saying: ‘Go away!’ Hahahaha…”
Then he opened his arms wide, laughed loudly, staggered and spun around in place, and walked forward while waving the wine bottle in his hand.
Fang Zong was inside the shop. Perhaps Malha outside didn't see him, or perhaps he did, but was too drunk to recognize him.
Fang Zong smiled slightly: "The two of them coming out in the middle of the night, they could scare someone to death."
Ye Xiuxiu looked down at Fang Zong with a puzzled expression.
Fang Zong: "Well, let's put it this way, they're all ugly in a very unique way."
"I don't judge people by their looks."
Ye Xiuxiu found it hard to comprehend human perspectives. Just as she hadn't understood for eight hundred years, why people attributed all the protection of the area to this sinister old locust tree? Was it simply because the old locust tree was beautiful?
There are also sayings like "appearance reflects the heart" and "clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse," all of which provide so-called reasonable explanations for these sayings.
She couldn't understand it, but she didn't feel angry either.
Fang Zong shook his head, accidentally lifting his forehead and touching a place he shouldn't have, but he didn't care.
Ye Xiuxiu wouldn't care, and he had already realized that under the current circumstances, Ye Xiuxiu really couldn't survive alone (as a tree).
Ignoring Ye Xiuxiu for the time being, I looked at the short man next to Malha.
Neither alive nor dead, and it was even impossible to tell whether it was male or female.
Fang Zong narrowed his eyes and examined her carefully...
“Erha…” Miao Ying called out.
"You called me 'Silly Ha'!" Malha leaned against the tree and turned around, his eyes half-open and half-closed. "Don't think you can bully me just because I'm drunk. Let me tell you, I have two," he held up two fingers, paused for a moment, and then tried to bend one of them. "Even if I lose one, I'm still a man who owns an oil field!"
Miao Ying nodded, smiling as she looked at Malha. If it weren't for the frightening look on his face, she would have looked like a gentle young girl taking care of her drunken older brother.
Although she drank a lot of alcohol, Miao Ying remained sober and, for some reason, did not get drunk.
Not to mention a little bit of alcohol, she has drunk pesticides, including the infamous 'Paraquat,' but she only drank it as a beverage.
All liquids are ineffective against her; she won't die even if she cuts her wrists...
Miao Ying seemed to rarely speak to others, carefully choosing her words, even appearing rather stiff as she said, "Thank you for drinking with me... drinking... drinking?"
Malha was overjoyed: "Drink together? Hahahaha, the way you talk is so funny, even funnier than A-Fen! But A-Fen doesn't want me anymore, she ran away, she doesn't want to see me die, I'm about to die, you know that, hahahaha... Ugh!"
"I don't know, I don't know how I'm going to die."
Miao Ying patted Malha's back to help him vomit more easily: "I've wanted to die many times, but I can't die from cutting my wrists or taking medicine. I'm too scared to jump off a building, so I've been alive. You don't know how happy I was when you asked me for directions this afternoon. We looked at each other and both said 'You're so ugly.' I treated you like my own brother. Yes, just as ugly."
"I only became ugly when I was about to die! I used to be very handsome!" Malha said, pointing to his zombie-like dark circles under his eyes.
He was very serious, and then continued to vomit.
Miao Ying: "But I've always been ugly. I can't figure out the root of my appearance because, whether it's my eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, hair, or skin, there's not a single thing that resembles my parents. I can't even come close to them."
I have a rather repulsive face; not only do others think so, but I myself particularly loathe my own appearance.
Marha was still vomiting.
Miao Ying continued, talking to herself, "Also, my parents passed away a long time ago. In the days before they died, they looked at me with disdain, and then their eyes revealed considerable fear and dread. I knew without them saying it that they died with their eyes open. By the way, I don't need much money of my own. I'm too ugly to go to school, so I used their inheritance to sponsor a poor college student. That student always wanted to see me. After he graduated, he came looking for me, and he cried and ran away the first time he saw me."
As she spoke, Miao Ying unconsciously looked around and noticed a willow tree that looked like it was about to die. She cried and said, "I'm just like this willow tree. No one will love me when I die."
She took off her big hat and carefully rubbed her face against the bark of the willow tree, as if afraid that the willow tree would also dislike her.
She knew that in other people's eyes, there was a pale version of herself, a version without any human color, a version with bloodshot eyes, a version with dry and yellow hair, and a version with a nose as sharp as an ice dagger.
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