Chapter 611 Mythology
The climbing roses swayed in the night breeze.
Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.
Zhong Jiasheng lay on the bed with his eyes half closed, and she helped him put his turtle back to its original place after she had taken a closer look.
He actually wanted to make an excuse, but the question of the whereabouts of Xiaoyao Water after his excuse became a difficult issue again.
Lin Yi leaned against him, resting her head on his arms and talking to him, feeling an unspeakable burden in her heart.
"Are you stupid? Can you drink that? What if it hurts your body?"
Compared to love-brained men, she prefers responsible and rational men.
Zhong Jiasheng laughed and said "tsk", but didn't say anything. It was okay for her to misunderstand him.
Not hearing the man's answer, she began to think carefully again. After thinking about it over and over again, Lin Yiyi felt that the logic didn't make sense.
He took the medicine, but they always took measures.
Could it be that the medicine has failed to work?
She didn't really want him to drink it, nor did she care whether it was effective or not. She just analyzed the contradiction rationally.
"When did you take the medicine?"
“…Just those few days.”
Hearing him say this, Lin Yiyi smiled faintly. He must be lying. The medicine was made in July and August of 1976, and it took half a year to get it, which was around the Chinese New Year of 1977.
The time of taking the medicine was between October and November of 1978.
She rubbed his shaved hair between her fingers, and suddenly felt relieved. "It's good that you didn't drink. Don't hurt yourself for anyone, including me."
Lin Yiyi didn't know who took the medicine.
But according to psychological calculations, there are only two reasons for doing bad things.
Either it's revenge, or you don't think what you're doing is a bad thing, it's just a fun thing or something you want to do.
“…”
Zhong Jiasheng deliberately avoided the following questions. If she didn't force him to ask, he would naturally not respond.
He brought the Xiaoyao water to the south and left it there. She was not by his side, so he had no place to use the thing in his crotch whether he drank it or not.
Besides, during that time he was busy trying to find a way to bring Lin Yiyi to Hong Kong.
Other things that are not critical are completely out of the plan.
Hearing her even breathing beside his ear, Zhong Jiasheng knew that his sweetheart had fallen asleep. He pursed his lips and smiled, gently covered her with the quilt, and fell asleep with her in his arms.
The man held on to her possessiveness, as if he wanted to chase her into her dreams.
…
The next day dawned.
Lin Yiyi woke up feeling itchy. She didn't open her eyes immediately, but reached out and grabbed the bad guy's hand. She knew it was him without thinking.
The man lifted the quilt a little, trying to appear serious, but his words exposed him.
"Lazy, it's almost eleven o'clock, time to get up."
Lin Yiyi slapped away his hand that was about to help her change into pajamas and looked at him sleepily, "Why didn't you go out today? Are you done with your work?"
His eyes fell on her undone buttons, Zhong Jiasheng's eyes darkened and he nodded his chin.
He took out a set of clean clothes from his bag and placed them next to the pillow, then stood up and walked to the end of the bed to help cover her.
He was just covering himself with his back, his pair of dark eyes were still fixed on the woman. Zhong Jiasheng wanted her a little, but the situation did not allow it.
"Uncle is here, let's have lunch together at noon."
There used to be a screen at the end of the bed, but later when they went to Hong Kong City, the screen was given to my cousin and his wife's room.
Outside the courtyard, the sun was high and the wind was blowing, and the shadows of the pear tree's branches were swaying back and forth.
The smell of food wafted from the kitchen.
By the time Lin Yiyi finished getting dressed and washing up, it was time for lunch.
The table was full of people for lunch.
The men drank and chatted while Lin Yiyi just focused on eating. This familiar and down-to-earth life seemed to have returned to a few years ago.
Zhong Jiasheng was so happy that he drank two more glasses of wine. He had accomplished two of the three things, and the only thing left was to wait for ginseng.
He lowered his eyes to look at the two extra peeled buns in the bowl, then turned his head to look at her.
I thought to myself, "What a squeamish kid."
Under the table, the man's right hand held the woman's left hand, their fingers intertwined, you tickled me and I tickled you.
No matter where we go, it is so intimate, as if there is no room for anything else.
Zhong Jiasheng's selfish desire is that he loves her for relying on him like this, but he also knows that she doesn't want to rely on him too much.
So he could only pay attention to her all the time and lean towards her to let her rely on him when she needed him.
She had evil thoughts in her mind. It would be best if one or two people came from time to time to give her a good beating, so that she would know how good he was.
Uncle Zhao talked incessantly and noticed that his cousin's mind was elsewhere. He could only sigh in his heart that he was a lovesick man.
How come people who have seen the world in Hong Kong still have no ambition?
I also didn't hear him say that he did anything big in Hong Kong.
After three rounds of drinks, the food on the table was finished.
Da Mao and Er Mao cleaned up the dishes and pots, while Tian Meiling went back to the room to breastfeed the baby.
Zhao Jun told his father again that he did not get a house in the factory.
Lin Yiyi helped the man back to his room to rest, then went out and wrung out a hot towel to wipe his neck and hands.
She asked in a soft voice, "Would you like to get some sleep?"
Zhong Jiasheng looked at her with half-closed eyes, his head a little dizzy, and he didn't say whether to sleep or not.
Just hold people back and don't let them leave.
Lin Yiyi knew that he was feeling uncomfortable, so she placed a towel on a wooden stool and massaged his temples to relieve the pain.
Seeing that he still refused to speak, she told him some funny stories in a low voice.
"Once upon a time there was a snail girl. She was a love-brained girl and was picked up by an unemployed street wanderer and taken home.
The man put the big snails in a pot and prepared to spit out the sand for two days before stir-frying them.
Who would have known that that night, the snail turned into a beautiful girl, washing pots and dishes in the dark, cooking, and cleaning the house.
When the man woke up the next day, he found the house tidy and splendid, with prepared meals. He was so happy that his mouth almost split to the back of his head.
I won’t stir-fry the snails for now, after all, there’s no oil at home.”
"I went on like this for many days, cooking in the dark at night and eating a lot during the day.
Later, the man was so curious that he stayed up late to see who had sneaked into his house. He found out that it was the giant snail in the foot basin that had turned into a monster.
“All spirits are beautiful, and a man who has been a bachelor for nearly thirty years doesn’t care what kind of spirit they are.
He was so lustful that he hid her snail shell and forced her to be his wife that night..."
Her voice was light and charming, and she could tell a far-fetched story as if it were real.
Zhong Jiasheng narrowed his eyes, as if intoxicated by her voice. He also wanted to fall drunk in her arms.
But the clarity of his mind made him ask about the secret hidden in his heart.
"Are you a screw girl too?"
“…”
Lin Yiyi paused while massaging his solar plexus. Was she just talking about snails?
It was boring that he could guess her intentions so quickly.
She didn't answer whether she was or not, but talked about how the clam girl could never go back after her shell was stolen while she was bathing in the river.
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