Chapter 3

She looks eighty-slightly like Guanyin Bodhisattva in the painting. Her graceful charm is filled with gurgling mèi. The two shallow dimples are lined with a pair of sparkling phoenix eyes. I noticed her meticulousness and the verdant loneliness around her temples.

The university I attended is both a provincial capital and an ancient city

Although it is not as famous as Beijing, it is also a top student in domestic universities.

Back then, my father was stingy with financial resources and could not go north, so he could only study nearby

But now I came to all universities with high scores and low scores, just because it is close to home, the most important thing is that my uncle is an official in this city

My father accompanied me to the school to report

My father's work unit is one in the south and one in the north. Today I asked for leave to accompany me.

I know that some of his classmates from that time worked in the school. One of them is Professor Xu Danqiu, a well-known domestic scholar, who has a close relationship with his father. He was known as the Three Musketeers and was a powerful figure in the university and attracted countless attentions.

This day is like the tide of time. The sun is even more scorching than the fire parasol. Everything in the world is so steamed that it can't lift its head.

My father helped me move my luggage into the dormitory assigned. He was breathing while his mouth was open, and the veins on his forehead turned red and purple, bulging one by one.

This is too hot, let's go to Lao Xu for a cup of tea.

Sweat wet my father's brown-red face. He looked up at the dull clouds in the sky. Son, you reported to me a day in advance, and there was no one in the dormitory. Put the things here, let's go to your Uncle Xu to have something to eat.

Xu Bo’s Hidden Building is located in the southwest suburb of the school. The house is westernized, but the inside is filled with fragrance and sparse shadows.

My heart moved. Such a miscellaneous tree and red flowers must have a beautiful woman lying on her silence, and her whispers and lingeringly

Before my thoughts were over, a lazy voice came from the room: You are Teacher Lu, Danqiu happened to have a meeting, so I asked me to wait for you at home

This sound was greasy and a little nasal sound. It was so charming that my lower body tightened and my scrotum shrank a few times. This was a phenomenon I had never seen since I was an adult

I can't explain why I'm so difficult to discipline myself. Perhaps the river of sexual desire is already turbulent in my body!

This is brought from the womb, original and pure

She looks eighty-slightly like Guanyin Bodhisattva in the painting. Her graceful charm is filled with gurgling mèi. The two shallow dimples are lined with a pair of sparkling phoenix eyes. I noticed her meticulousness and the verdant loneliness around her temples.

It seems that Teacher Lu likes to drink green tea

Her skillful hands were delicate, and the green leaves floating in the glass were floating in the glass. A circle of white foam instantly emerged when brewing, which seemed to be the charming charm of the waves.

I looked at her and this should be a woman from the Republic of China. If I put on my mother's light purple silk cheongsam, and then a jade hairpin was inserted into her round bun, and she was whispering and a light-colored and fine-brushed lady picture.

I just lowered my head and savored this little woman carefully, thinking to myself: The cold and beautiful things are all bullying the snow, and the fragrance suddenly comes into my clothes...

I think of this antique woman, delicate pink, delicate and dignified facial features...

My father, who has always loved art, was looking at an oil painting hanging in the middle of the hall. It was a family in the water town of Jiangnan. The thick colors were painted into thick brushstrokes, and it turned into a hazy rainy scene. The shadows of trees and figures on both sides of the stone bridge seemed to be moving. As the boat passed, the rhythm of the Song Dynasty lyrics and Yuan Dynasty lyrics seemed to emerge.

I chant: The song ends with Songling Ferry, and look back at the Fourteen Bridges of Yanbo

Then he pointed to the oil painting and said to his father: Dad, this painting contains my name.

She looked back in surprise and the autumn waves flowed: Is that right? Little brother, what is your name?

My father took the conversation: Huiyan, you don’t know yet, his name is Lu Songqiao. This guy is a little spiritual, and he actually sees the style of the old man Songling.

There was a look of pride on his face, as if I was adding a lot of shiny to his face

But he didn't notice that the moment my eyes looked at her, a hint of shyness flashed through her eyes, her pretty face turned red for no reason, and she hurriedly turned her head to talk to her father: Oh, Teacher Lu's family background is indeed very good

My thoughts paused here, and I deeply sniffed the ups and downs of my emotions. The fragrance of fallen leaves in the wind intersected with the fragrance that was faintly visible on the body of the smoke.

Ah, Mom, I will disobey this worldly ethics and moral ethics again. I cannot resist this pure luster. The branches of desire are densely filled with tender leaves. I am familiar with the secret drama of lust, and my eyes are full of her elegant charm.

So when Professor Xu returned home, I came back to my senses and felt a little sad. I was in a trance and had already reincarnated.

I have met Xu Danqiu in the photo frame at home. She is older than the photo. She is in her early fifties. Her fair skin is set against her fair shirt. Her slender gold-rimmed glasses make her thin and rosy face look more expensive.

He spoke in a low voice, slow speech, with an authentic local accent, his demeanor was not comparable to those teachers in my middle school, and he did not have the same altitude and noisy as a Shanghainese person

Come on, Lao Lu, I have something recently, you can enjoy it

As soon as Xu Danqiu entered the door, she threw down her briefcase, took her father's hand and drilled into the study room.

Huiyan smiled faintly: He is just like this, he gets a good thing, always asks people to share with him, but I don’t understand. It’s rare that your father comes, just to let him enjoy it.

I still love her shallow smile, the hazy smile patterns are like the moonlight in the clouds, embracing the bright elegance of the wind.

I heard that Teacher Lu likes to eat hoofs, so he specially bought some small bridges. What do you like to eat?

Huiyan didn't seem to care about my enthusiastic gaze, she smiled at me sweetly, and pretended to smile at a house outside the window.

The wind pouring in through the window blew her hair. Can you go to the kitchen to help me?

I was very happy that I could serve the beauty, but I also liked that home-cooked dishes were what I was good at.

The roasted trotters in my hometown are mostly stewed in a casserole, often supplemented by Jinhua ham, named Jinyin Hoods. My mother is skillful and skillful. She once stewed elbows in Wang Xifeng's house in "Dream of Red Mansions", stewed a mouth-watering pork elbow, which is as color as rouge, revealing an attractive aroma. The aroma also has a dull character, not exaggerating or showing off, and only emits calmly when chewing

When I first ate it, I thought of the fat but not greasy rosin between my mother's legs, which was so scent that it could not stop.

OK, the first step in cooking pig trotters is to remove pig hair. Let me make it a magical figure like Sister Yan. You should stay away from the smell of the potency.

What a god, you are so sweet-mouthed! You are not big or small... Do you want to call me aunt, do you know?

I was angry with the smoke, but my eyes were filled with charming autumn waves. The sunlight shone through the window lattice on her body, turning into wine-red, scattering a beautiful atmosphere.

My sister is about the same age as me, so don't call you old. I don't know how to beat you to death if you turn around.

I laughed and walked to the washbasin, put the pig's elbows into the leaking basin, and pulled up the pig's hair.

Sister, you don’t know, my mother is the best at making pig trotters. She has a variety of methods. She has also done it according to the description in ancient books. Recently, my mother made a dish according to the recipe in "Dream of Red Mansions" and ate my dad. Oh, stop talking, I can’t say when I have time. I will ask my mother to make it for you to eat.

Huiyan looked at me for a long time, and Yanran smiled: Look at you who don’t look like your father, you should be with your mother... Your mother must be clever and skillful.

That was the kind of pottery jar my mother used, and the pig's feet were simmered in it. After a long time, the meat was lubricated. When the chopsticks arrived, the flesh and blood were separated. It melted in the mouth and returned to my house. It was available at any time.

Tell you, call me aunty

Huiyan suddenly blushed, looked at the study a few times, and gently pressed his index finger on my forehead.

I smiled, but didn't agree

Busting his head to sort out the cilia on the pig's feet

Although in the kitchen, I smelled a slight scent, which fell from the corner of the Huiyan clothes. It belonged to a certain moment in summer. This moment only belonged to me and Huiyan.

Sister, I call you sister when there is no one, and call you aunt when there is no one, okay?

You've called out, but you're so embarrassed to say... that's it

Huiyan's tone was calm, and she seemed to carelessly

The sound of cicadas is loud, dragging out the long resentment of summer

I looked at her foolishly

With wind eyes and beautiful nose, ice skin and jade bones, this woman should only be found in the sky, so why should she be deposed to the world?

Sister, do you believe in fate?

I slowly walked behind her and sniffed her temples

I think my breath should be burning. Her body trembled, and she didn't answer, just nodded gently

My sister's name is also embedded in the painting, right?

I moved forward and approached her. She trembled and leaned against the kitchen cabinet. The fragrance floated and scattered in front of my eyes.

I have always believed that fate hides an invisible hand, and always stirs up the never-ending love wave.

I leaned towards her and gently licked her earlobe with my tongue

She turned around suddenly and pushed me away. She was not very strong, but she was very determined.

Don't do this, I'm your aunt

Her eyes wandered and turned to look at the direction of the study. Although the kitchen door was closed at this time, the sound of her father chatting and laughing could be heard from time to time in the study.

I'll send water, you can do it

She hurriedly walked out with the kettle, but in her slim figure, I could see her panic, her confusion, and a hint of shame in her eyes.

Sex is my addiction

It is out of the bonds of reality and moral jurisdiction, like a dried fish returning to the ocean, and a bird flies back to the forest.

Especially when I was seventeen years old, my mother and I jointly pried open the shackles of ethics. After escaping from the secular cell, the freedom of sexual intercourse allowed me to plant beautiful flowers on impossible granite. Although this flower contains a huge poison, it is still as sweet as you like.

How could I let her go if I told me?

When her beautiful face was full of surprise, I saw the joy and gauze flashing in her black eyes.

God is destined to escape the fate of drift, which will make us sprinkle a passion like flames between us

Later I recalled the recklessness and impulse that I had at the beginning, and it turned out to be a dream that verified Huiyan. She said: I am alive, as if it was for a dream in my previous life. Someone kept calling me in my dream, standing at the end of the corridor, the bright and soft light flowing down, shining on his radiant face. He was tall and handsome, which made people hold their breath away.

She said, I am the one in her dream

When I put the pig's trotters into the pressure cooker, the sun was hanging high in the sky, and I walked out of the kitchen and arrived at the courtyard

On the other side of the courtyard wall was a lovesick tree, and under the tree was a peerless beauty, with thin silk cheongsams with white background and thin flowers. The original bun was scattered like a waterfall and satin.

She was fiddling with a pot of jasmine and a pot of magnolia. The delicate and deep Yuanfen was not something that ordinary people like me could resist.

Their body fragrance is alive in the air, making people and gods shake their minds silence

I closed my eyes and felt the sexual desire rushing between my chest. The surging power made me close my lips and dare not open my mouth. As long as I had a slit, I was afraid that I would spit out ten thousand words to obscene this wonderful world

In comparison, I prefer the osmanthus flowers when they bloom, with a noble temperament and a noble magnolia fragrance that is too mellow, while jasmine is too strong

I came behind her, and the drunken smell was even more aggravated. I felt an anxiety, helplessness, uneasiness that I had never felt before.

She turned her head slowly and said to me: I am actually listening to the sound of cicadas. I like cicadas. It sits high on the treetops, eats wind and drinks dew, does not eat the fireworks of the world, and is a hermit in the Wing Family.

I was shocked

The feeling that I had wanted for a long time suddenly came, and my heart was filled with thrilling ecstasy, accompanied by a trembling trembling that was so sweet that it was beyond words, a call faintly from the depths of my soul

So I like summer, especially listening to cicadas in the morning, which makes you look more noble and clear. If you like osmanthus, you should also like the image of Qingyuan in it?

Her eyelashes are dark and long, with summer fantasy and lazy bewitching

Didn’t a writer say that? ‘Spring is like a huge parallel prose; and summer is like a quatrain’ I followed her and listened to it, which is also an art, especially the slight sorrow that captures the bottom of her words, which has endless lingering feelings.

She just stared at me in a daze, with a hint of longing and worry in her eyes, and a kind of inexplicable sadness mixed with an inexplicable emotion

Sister, listen to the cicadas at noon. I will come here to accompany you later. I will take a walk while listening to the cicadas at dusk in summer

Alas, bridge... bridge...

She sighed softly, exhaling like orchids, illusions in front of my eyes, scattered into poems, like floating smoke, swaying the wind in the sky, so beautiful that it is so desolate and clear

Do you know? I am your Uncle Xu's student and his reincarnation.

She murmured

Well, Uncle Xu also has a daughter, so he should be in his third year of high school this year

I looked at her, with a pair of slender hands, and my fingers were made purely for art

I know that she majored in piano and was elected as a classical literature student in Xu Bo. She had an incompetent relationship with Xu Bo's teacher and student, which once caused a sensation.

Shortly afterwards, Xu Bo's original wife died in hatred, leaving behind a five-year-old daughter Xu Sujun.

The light and shadow of the flames floated against the osmanthus tree and her jade-like face. She sighed quietly: Don’t look at her young age, but she still hates me. I think I killed her mother.

This painting was frozen in my eyes. Her face was soft and dizzy, gradually turning into a photo with bright redness. I have been foolish for a long time, at the midday of the fire.

Alas, this is fate! Qiaoer, do you know? I thought I found it...

She was hesitating, and then slowly shook her head, "Let's go, they should be almost chatting."

I stared at me, attracted by her sad expression, and in a trance, a wave broke through the air and turned into a sharp sword and pierced my body. I knew in an instant, what pain is!