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Chapter 8 Fish in Winter (2)

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    The voices, and the people, their silent faces, their marble minds, all vanished, or were turned into transparent cold air.

    However, the yellow-green fruit is still there.

    He and she, relaxed and happy because of the disappearance of the other, look at it.

    That is not a fruit.

    There is more than one fruit there.

    It was a fruit from a fruit-laden tree, ripe.

    She said in her heart: "I'm hungry¡ª"

    He already knew and reached out to her.  They held each other's warm hands and walked towards the apple tree.

    There is more than one tree there.

    The fragrance is tangy, the birds are singing and the insects are singing, and the oncoming wind is as pure as silk.  The wind gradually died down, and the birdsong was no longer strange.  Tall flowers with slender, strong stems.  There are no dead branches and leaves in the bushes. The trunks and leaves of various trees are like the skin of animals, cold and soft.  Some trees bear red fruits, others bear brown fruits, and they fall at any time, while the red and gray squirrels collect them calmly.  Clumps of sisal, bordered with pale gold.  With its location, it just meets the warm and clear sky light.

    When they passed by slowly, their skins almost turned the plants with pale gold borders red, making them like light yellow flames.

    A female leopard lingers beside her while her cub rubs her back in his lap until her heart is content.  The elephant raised its trunk behind the trunk and they walked towards it in time.  During the slow travel, the sika deer gathered in twos or two, or in groups, disappeared behind the hills like a memory.

    They were almost asleep.  The earth is soft, warm, and slightly undulating, like an unsettled sea. This undulation almost made them sit up. Looking back, a pair of big brown eyes were looking back at them apologetically. It was a male lion with thick body hair.  Been sleeping on it for a long time.

    It left slowly, with a calm gait and a healthy body.

    There is a low sound of gurgling water in the bushes here or there.  She felt her palms were wet with sweat and wanted to wash them off.  Her feet were also a little sore.

    The crystal blue sky and the big and round moon are spiritual creatures created over hundreds of millions of years.  Everything on the earth is golden and colorful because of its shining.

    The path leading to the spring is as clear as water.

    They stepped on it and watched the moonlight float from the ground to the back of their bare feet, sliding like soft satin.

    He squatted down and rubbed her toes until she had no pain, no lack.

    There are fish in the spring!  With joyful eyes, it swam towards them in the rippling gray ice water, and above the ripples, it issued a maternal call.  She stroked her belly again, feeling that her soul was connected with the fish, and she couldn't help being grateful for it.

    The moving music sounded in the distance, and it was a group of women drawing water coming with smiles.  They filled up the water, put down the jug, and couldn't help dancing, humming a song from time to time, resting in the rhythm of their brothers and feet.

    In the clearing of the forest, all kinds of animals roam leisurely without talking to each other, as if they are enjoying the moonlight or waiting for the arrival of the king.

    The peacock spreads its tail, and the public appreciates it.  And the two strange birds on the high place are quiet and serene, like the incarnation of natural inspiration. She recognizes the phoenix, and he recognizes the phoenix. They strictly guard their wisdom and beauty all their lives, and live alone for a hundred years before rebirth.

    Yingming and swallows, in the happy sighs, scattered and separated in the comfortable waving of arms, and then gradually surrounded them like garlands one by one

    The smell of soil and dust is permanently frozen in the air; the smell of moss and old insect carcasses permeates the corners that no one cares about; the smokestacks in the distance emit the smell of sulfur dioxide and carbon monoxide, which will make the hungry  People fall into hallucinations, thinking that it is the aroma of strange food.

    All these invisible but ever-present smells silenced them.

    This room is extremely large, with mirrors mounted on both walls, making it even more spacious.

    This is a forgotten place.

    In the middle of the night, she would hear the crackling of footsteps on the floor, and even see a group of 16- and 17-year-old girls constantly jumping in front of the mirror, making various intoxicating and flying movements.  She finds herself in it.  She still remembered that her dance costume was blue like sea water. During the day, her figure was dark, but at night, it was a light color in a group of dark shadows.

    Although she has been expelled and left the theater, her figure is still there, and the crackle of those unaccompanied footsteps is still there.

    It's raining again.

    The rain surrounded and covered the city.  This is the only place left in the world, between the walls of the sound of rain,Silently, sitting upright, as if in an auditorium of tens of thousands of people, suddenly all the people retreated silently, and the two of them were left looking at each other, both happy and nervous

    It was too late at night and they were too tired.

    All people and things are completely forgotten.

    They sniffed each other's breath, suppressed their excitement, and returned silent smiles.

    The empty walls make them quiet and grateful.

    He said: "There are three types of people in the world: one type has rights, the other type has wealth, and the third type has feelings."

    She disagreed: "It's not that simple. Power and profit are always being exchanged, and wealth always buys feelings."

    "That's superficial. A person who pursues power only has power in his heart, and everything else is secondary, so apart from rights, nothing else can be regarded as nothing; a person who pursues wealth, wealth is the most important thing, even if he bought it  Feelings, the value of that feeling is also very limited. For the rest, those who have feelings, the value of their feelings is infinite."

    She hugged him with tears in her eyes: "I know, you are comforting me."

    "Don't you think so?"

    "Yes, of course I think so, otherwise how could I (she wanted to say: I lost my job and my loved ones) I love you more than anything else, and loving you is the whole meaning of my life."

    His gentle kisses are the nourishment of her life, she did not leave a trace, and deeply inhaled his breath into her body.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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