All the rooms in the villa are lit. The lights illuminate the gorgeous window decorations, which are reflected on the grass in a trance.
The night is very quiet, and the fountain outside the building has also stopped.
One after another, the guests got up and left.
They are calm, quiet, and understand each other. The late-night snacks they drank before were subtly beating in their blood, and everyone held their own key, walked gracefully on catwalks, and left silently.
Without asking or greeting each other, they walked into the depths of the corridor, or climbed up the stairs with their arms leaning on the handrail of the stairs Everywhere they went was a soft carpet. Stepping on it, as if receiving a foot massage, the body will soften first, and the mind will become erratic.
In the corridors and on the walls of the corridors, oil paintings are decorated. At every corner and roundabout, there are occasional Roman columns, on which are placed Li En's sculptures, and dried flowers with gorgeous colors and inserted in clay pots.
Occasionally, there will be a lost figure of a young woman, holding a key card, flashing in the villa.
Surrounded by the singing of crickets, frogs and unknown night insects, they form a night band and play tirelessly.
The figures everywhere in the villa have disappeared, and they have entered the mysterious night adventure, seeking their own miracle
Only Luo Zi and Joan were left in the reception room. There were a lot of fruit peels and leftover coffee on the coffee table, and there was a mobile phone left behind by someone who didn¡¯t know. After the ¡°squeak¡ª¡ª¡± power-out notification sounded, the small screen turned gray and there was no more sound.
The sound of the grandfather clock is like water. Luo Zi leaned on the sofa cushion and smoked, while Joan was still fast asleep.
He lightly put out the cigarette butt, and then dialed Li En's phone number.
"If you don't call me again, I will turn off the phone!" Li En said happily, "I've been waiting for you to call me."
Luo Zi smiled: "That's good. Listen, I don't want your key!"
"Just throw them behind the sofa. Then, go to the third room on the right of the reception room, that's yours!"
One o eight
Joan was like a baby in a pram, falling asleep when she was being pushed outside the door and waking up again when she got home.
She woke up, surprised to be in such a strange and gorgeous indoor with Roz.
This was specially prepared by Li En for them.
There are also those music CDs, Luo Zi looked at them, and they are all his favorites.
"Am I dreaming?" she asked him.
"Yes, little girl, you have been dreaming just now. I know you are exhausted today!"
She jumped up and put her arms around his neck.
"Really, I was dreaming just now. I dreamed that I had to go to a place, but I couldn't get there. I was very anxious"
He poured some wine for her: "Come on, drink some wine and you will recover better."
She drank the wine in one gulp.
She asked him: "Are you familiar with this place?"
"No, it's the first time here. Didn't Li En's car pick us up?"
"Roz," she said, "Beauvoir's Mortal is about women's desire for love. Women want to be loved, but eternal love is impossible. Is that so, Ro Nourish?"
"Little girl, I'm afraid I don't want to discuss this with you right now."
"No, I want you to tell me!"
"Then, let me tell you, my love for you is with my life!"
Speaking of love and life, Joan was silent, and the melody of "The Sunset" rang in her mind again.
Luo Zi asked her: "What are you doing?"
She pulled him to sit down on the sofa: "Honey, do you know this music? Tonight's "Sunset", you must know what it is?"
"It seems to affect your mood a lot?"
"Tell me!" Joan was eager to get an answer, and seemed a little irritable.
"Oh, then let me tell you, it is also called "Dream of the Sea", which is holy music."
"What kind of ceremony is it used in? You have to tell me from the beginning, including its ins and outs."
"The Western hymns in the nineteenth century, because of the influence of the Romantic style, paid special attention to the literary value of poetry. Among them, "The Sunset" by Wright, an evangelical priest of the Anglican Church of England, is a representative. Wright worked hard to shepherd all his life, but his health was not good. Therefore, when he was preaching, he often exhorted believers to be ready for the most serious moment. One afternoon, he went for a walk by the seaside as usual, and did not return until sunset. At that time, he was very weak and his wife left him. Knowing that the day of his death is not far away, he wrote this song ""
"Listen, this is a ballet. The melody at the beginning is simple and pure. Afterwards," his movements kept up with the rhythm of the music, "various instruments were gradually added: flute, clarinet, trumpet"
Listen to this music, horses with wings The mountain road is smooth and bright, and it will rise to the warm clouds. The breasts are open, the hair is disheveled, and the face is moist and crystal clear after the bath
The man is groping, advancing in wetness and warmth.
The woman is silent, she is silent, she has already become an orchard, silent, watching the wind going back and forth among the branches, listening to the influence of the wind in her ears
the tree was full of fruit, the color of the fruit was very good, like a woman's body, like her breasts and small buttocks, it was extremely firm. Under the tree is the grass, in the grass there are all kinds of delicate flowers, each flower has a small mouth, they gnaw on the man's skin, his bones, and his heart, making him want nothing more ¡
The music is getting louder and the men and women are getting more and more excited
the night is gone, the house is gone, there is only music, only them. It seems that the earth beneath them is also undulating in their ups and downs, and it is moving in their desires.
When the music is blank, in the pure percussion, they search for each other. Always search, always find, and then search again They give each other the strength and warmth of their own flesh, and let this physical blow give each other life They warm and suck each other, they want to be embedded by each other, to be embedded in each other, to be with each other Melt, fly together
All the violins are joined, and the harps are struck And the drums, listen, the drums, full of the fragrance of men and women, contain their heat, and thus become more passionate
It's like the waves getting stronger and stronger at high tide, like running towards a grassy hillside They ran up, and finally ran up It's like the sudden weightlessness of an airplane when it takes off
The music finally ended in excitement. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com