Three Stories about Liaozhai

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Three Dialects of Xi Shi in Liaozhai

This man is a businessman. He likes seafood. He always likes to visit the same seafood restaurant, whether he wants to socialize at work or relax in his spare time. Because that family's Xishi Tongue is a specialty, it's really delicious. That clam is fresh, fragrant, smooth and tender, and its lips and teeth are fragrant. There are small flowers there.

Xiaohua is the little sister of a seafood shop. Her beautiful peach noodles seem to be more tender than fresh seafood. What beautiful seafood. He is married, but he hasn't changed his mind. Xiaohua has no culture, but she is young and beautiful. In the long run, both of them are somewhat unclear.

The one at home is not a dead man, but a woman. A woman's heart is thinner than a needle, and her husband's seafood is thicker, so how can she hide the coquettish spirit of a fox? She is a full-time wife. Although she graduated from college at first, she quit her job after marriage and concentrated on teaching her children at home. For many years, I just circled around the pots and pans at home. Killing chickens and fish every day is not without the idea of killing husbands.

She just held back. She kept quiet, was more gentle and considerate to him, and even worked harder on the dishes. Didn't you say that to catch a man's heart, you must catch a man's stomach first? Since he secretly ate out, she tried her best to cook and wait for him to come home for dinner.

But it's no use. She is old, no matter how she is dressed up and charming, she can't compare with her 20-year-old figure and skin. 20 years old, that's the same age as flowers! That smell, it's rare for men to have brittle bones.

It's no exaggeration. She saw it with her own eyes That day, she secretly followed the dead man. I saw him flirting with little * * *, and I saw little * * * flirting with him. Finally, the two actually came to kiss goodbye in the street. Shame on you, you are so old, you are still brushing your teeth and kissing so French.

How long has it been since this man kissed her? Even if there is, I just touched her lips in a hurry before going out, perfunctory. She looked at it and gnashed her teeth with hate. I was so angry that I took off my wedding ring and threw it into the gutter on the side of the road. The voice is crisp, but the dog men and women who hug and kiss are unaware of it.

He came home late that night and she came back later than him. After so many years of marriage, she has always been a virtuous housekeeper. She always gets everything ready before he gets off work. When he came home, she gave him towels, slippers and a cup of carefully brewed hot tea. I never come home later than my husband.

But it doesn't matter if she's not at home. The man didn't even notice that her wedding ring was missing. He was so indifferent to her. What's the point of being married for so many years? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and now he can only see the small one.

Even when I saw her coming back tired, I just asked faintly, "What did you do?"

"There is a very unique dish, which took a long time and took a lot of effort. I'll do it right away so that you can eat it while it's hot. "

"No, I have already eaten," the man refused.

Doesn't she know that he has already eaten? She clearly saw it with her own eyes But she didn't say anything, just smiled sadly and lit a fire to cook. Cooking is her lifelong career, and she runs it day by day. Now it finally comes in handy, and naturally she takes out the skills she has worked hard to accumulate all her life.

That dish is really delicious, with star anise, fennel, pepper, garlic, ginger, leek and excellent Shaoxing rice wine. They met and entangled, and they were still in hot water, living and dying together, just to make a positive result. You have me and I have you. You are strong and I am strong, just to preach blindly. As a result, food seems to have a soul, and the seduced man can't stop. Finally, the man's gluttonous man was caught and couldn't help taking a bite.

How long has it been since I had a good meal at home? I actually had a sweaty meal. The air conditioner is obviously on at home, and the temperature is quite low. The food is really fresh and spicy.

I just swallowed my tongue, cut it very thin, and accidentally bit it. Blood poured out at once, and my mouth was red and sweet, and the taste was unspeakable, almost strange.

She was covered in smoke and sweat, and her young face seemed to be yellow with fireworks. The man looked at her like this, and his heart flashed a trace of guilt. She used to be beautiful, and her watery face was fragile. But now everything is different. He remembered Xiaohua's face. This is the real thing: pinch it and it will fall into the water.

The guilt in my heart just flashed, but the chopsticks in my hand could not stop. I really don't know what it is, so delicate and attractive pink, like a peach blossom in full bloom in April, like a fresh strawberry just picked, and like a delicate rouge on a cherry mouth. There is only one small dish, which is very thin and has a shiny luster, and it is even more beautiful. Inside is blue and white fine porcelain, surrounded by coriander leaves. It's green and beautiful.

Fragrant, fresh, sweet, beautiful, tender, smooth and fat, as if melting in the mouth. It's a little spicy, but it tastes better.

He is really fascinated by eating. Food seems to be more attractive and fascinating than a girl's body. Soon they were all killed, leaving none behind.

"What is it? It's delicious! " After eating, I remembered to ask this sentence with satisfaction.

"Is it delicious?" She asked him with a smile.

Suddenly, he gave a cold shudder. Is the indoor air conditioner too cold? But he still smiled and replied, "delicious." He recalled the wonderful taste and really enjoyed it, as if after making love's satisfaction had made him completely comfortable, but he was already weak and seemed to have been completely hollowed out. Also, food and beautiful women really have something in common, which makes people unable to extricate themselves.

"That's the * * * tongue!" She still smiled, first with a cold sneer and then with a laugh. She finally got over it.

You are so greedy for that little tongue, put it in your mouth and kiss it affectionately, so you can swallow it.

She hates it, and the small tongue that she cut very finely is almost vicious. Every knife carries hatred, which is too strong to melt. How can I not hate it? This is revenge on my husband. The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

It turned out that she saw her husband's betrayal with her own eyes, and the more she thought about it, the more she hated it. She bought the murder weapon, and when her husband left, she would get even with Xiao * * *.

This little * * * has a guilty conscience. When she saw a man's wife, she was naturally unhappy. She hated this little * * * for so long. Obviously, she came prepared and killed her with a knife. It turns out that killing people is not much more difficult than wiping the necks of chickens and ducks. It's just the kitchen knife she often takes on weekdays as an ordinary kitchen utensil. Honesty is unusual on weekdays, but launching a malicious attack is so terrible.

Then she cut off the fox's tongue, cut it into filaments, cooked it carefully and put it into his mouth. Then the clove tongue he once tasted really made him enjoy it infinitely.

Now she just smiled, and it was sad to see him suddenly turn pale with fear and vomit on the ground, like the same old and humble wild dog.

Such a small shredded pork, he is so eager to devour it, and now it is too late to save it. I don't even spit, I dig my throat with my fingers, but I can't dig anything out, only disgusting retching. ...

He is a legend in the university campus. He has long hair, plays the guitar well and has a handsome and cold face. I seldom laugh, but when I smile, I feel innocent and evil, as sweet as a child who has just done something bad and is extremely proud of his success.

She is another legend in the school. The headmaster's daughter, the result is naturally impeccable. Has a beautiful and gentle appearance, elegant temperament. What is even more rare is a natural and docile good temper. Beautiful corners of the mouth always have a soft smile, which is soft to everyone. She is a very popular girl.

Although they are such different people, everyone likes them very much. Many people hope that these two legends can one day merge into a common legend that belongs only to them. Must be earth-shattering, vigorous love of the whole city.

She really loves him. She fell in love with him from the first time she saw him. In her teenage life, she had never seen such a person. He is like a fresh and unbridled cool breeze in the wilderness, and he doesn't feel that he has blown across the calm and ancient lake, causing countless ripples. The girl's lonely and mysterious heart fell in despair.

Every day, when he stepped into the classroom, she began to learn from him. She meets him at the door of the classroom regularly every day, just to say "hi, what a coincidence" to him gently with a smile. But he always looks indifferent and doesn't lie.

Truancy is really a common occurrence for him. On weekdays, he holds the guitar more times than the book. However, he is really smart and never flies low in every exam. The result always surprises the teachers who are sure that he will fail, and makes the diligent students jealous. She would often skip classes, walk out of the window of the auditorium and listen to him play the guitar quietly. But I never had the courage to go in and watch him practice.

She even practices his expression in front of the mirror every day, which is his signature expression and her love. Her mouth is slightly upturned and a little cynical. She likes him more and more. Love him, will she become him? But it is always intentional, and the water is ruthless.

Later, when celebrating, he was dragged on stage by his classmates and sang a song. He was immediately discovered by a talent scout and became a popular Junior Idol. I don't know how many girls are fascinated by those unruly but clear and cold eyes. They all say it's moving, but it's ruthless and moving.

Others are very obedient when they debut. What the media says is what it is. Apologize if you don't like it. As a newcomer, we should compromise. But he's different. He always looks at people with cold Zhang Jun face and long and narrow eyes. He usually doesn't like to talk. If a reporter makes him unhappy, he will break his guitar and even call names. The more rebellious and arrogant he is, the more people like him. They say it's cool, it's personality.

Since he became famous, there seems to be endless announcements and endless publicity every day. The distance between her and him is naturally getting farther and farther. No, maybe it has never been close, but now it has been pulled further. However, she refused to change her mind. She waits for him downstairs in his dormitory every night and hands him a letter.

Sometimes when he doesn't come home all night, she will wait until dawn the next day. Like this star is not last night, for whom does the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night?

Even if he came back occasionally, he took her letter without saying a word and tore it up in front of her without looking.

Lavender envelope, handsome and firm handwriting, neatly written with his name. It is written in pure blue pen ink, and every word is like a shiny sapphire.

When he tore it mercilessly, pink cherry blossoms, pure white jasmine, gorgeous red leaves and golden wintersweet floated out of the envelope, which changed with the seasons. The only constant is the plain white stationery, which always has a faint and pleasant fragrance. The small print on the red note, originally described as business is not smooth, is a sensitive and slender girl's heart, but as arrogant and cold as he is, he never knows how to cherish it.

For four years, she wrote him a letter for four years. Writing is always so gentle, calm, reserved and fluent, which is her style. However, her words have changed from regular regular script to wild grass, perhaps because her heart has been suffering and depressed, and her forbearing affection has nowhere to vent. The word forbearance is always a knife in my heart.

In the third year of high school, the students began to get busy, either taking the postgraduate entrance examination and going to the next level, or practicing and contacting the future work unit. Only she is still passionate and persistent, and I believe that one day he will be moved. That kind of heart has a special liking, but she has almost become the biggest laughing stock of the whole school. No one looks at her with envy as in the past, but someone is pointing at her behind her back.

She can't take it anymore. She is such an excellent woman that she is still proud at heart. She stood in the high teaching building of the school. She said that if he ignored her again, she would jump from there.

The school was a sensation. A large group of people gathered downstairs, including men and women, teachers and students. Everyone advised her not to do stupid things. Her father, the gentle headmaster, has white hair. Seeing that his beloved daughter was bent on dying, his eyes ached with heartache and he begged her in a trembling voice, "Little darling, don't. Little darling, be obedient. Dad will pick you up. " But she's different. Since the day she met him, she abandoned her previous gentleness and learned to be as cold and uninhibited as him.

She just sneered calmly, forbidding them from coming up and coming near her. As long as she sees him, she only has him in her heart and can only see him.

At this time, he is sitting in an expensive sports car to attend an important fan meeting. Seeing that the front was crowded with people, he told the driver to honk his horn and let everyone pass. Everyone patted the window and begged him to get off and persuade her. Even his agent was worried, so he had to have a look. He just asked coldly, "What's it to me? If she loves me, do I have to love her? " Even if I persuade her now, should I promise her a future? She won't jump, she's just threatening me. "He is a girl killer, and it is his career to reverse all beings. I wonder how many girls' hearts are tied to him. Can he repay him? Besides, he has seen many people crying, making noise and hanging themselves in idol dramas. How could he be moved?

It is also a painful thing to be ruthless but annoyed by love.

He won't even look at her direction. His car flies away. She stood on the roof, wearing only a plain white skirt, and her petite body was wrapped in the cold wind. A head of black hair is blown like duckweed, which is even more sad. Zhang Yongyuan's seemingly calm handsome face hides pain and despair, as well as unspeakable loneliness. Her little white hand was blue with cold in the cold wind raging in the tall building, and twisted her skirt tightly. She has been waiting for a word from him, even if it is only a word, she will have a reason to stay in this world. But he didn't say, he broke her last hope and that slim chance of life.

"You are too arrogant." She finally died, accompanied by a scream, a desperate voice, and a sad feeling. Jump from the upstairs. Her skirt was blown like a white flower in full bloom by the wind. Just after it was in full bloom, it had withered. Sad but ominous.

He turned around when he heard the sound, just in time to see her fall from the upstairs. Supposedly, she fell downstairs so fast, and his car was driving so fast. He couldn't see her face clearly in any case. But he just saw it. He saw her hair flying everywhere, like a poisonous snake on the head of Nemesis. What's more, I saw her big watery eyes that used to stare at him, full of resentment and staring at him ruthlessly. Her cherry mouth is open, and she is saying to him, "You are too arrogant." In particular, the corners of her mouth rose slightly in Gherardini, such a cynical expression. At that moment, he seemed to see himself, which really made him creepy.

He was surprised and felt a strange chill coming towards him. But he still insisted on performing.

Not far behind the car that flew away, there was a large amount of blood, as gorgeous as a large area of red roses blooming at the same time, and the body and mind of the girl who had withered all over the ground. This is her last piece of writing paper. This is fresh * * * written by herself. In the depths of this situation, red stationery is colorless. She forced him to look at it, but he still shrugged.

Bright lights, dynamic music and enthusiastic fans who are crazy about him are the absolute focus of the stage. As soon as he came to power, he forgot the trivial anxiety just now. I put my heart and soul into the performance, and when it came to * * *, the fans simply got carried away, screaming loudly and clapping hard. They all seem to see only him. But he simply closed his eyes and the song was so touching. Even he feels intoxicated. He has always been a narcissist. He never sings for others. He was immersed in the affectionate world he created.

Suddenly, in that sweet little world, an ominous shadow flashed. A man is falling rapidly. Point at him. That's her.

She threw herself into the arms of death and stared at him with wide eyes, like eyes, rippling with bitterness and sadness. But her mouth was covered with a faint sneer, just like his sneer. She said to him, "You are too arrogant."

The fragrant fragrance floated in the air and gradually spread. ...

He is familiar with that smell, which she usually uses on stationery. Although he hasn't read the letter at ordinary times, he still remembers the smell after tearing it for four years.

He suddenly felt cold from head to toe. ), here she comes, here she comes.

He quickly opened his eyes, trying to get rid of this sad and horrible scene. But when he opened his eyes, he found something even more terrible happened. He can't see, no, not all of it. This is more terrible than complete darkness.

He just can't see anyone. He saw sets of clothes on the chairs of rows of seats under the stage, with no head, hands and feet. But under the seat are pairs of various shoes. At the same time, he heard warm applause from the empty seat. The music on the stage continues, but he can't sing any more. I can only shout in fear: "Ghost, ghost. I can't see anyone. " With his clear and moving voice, but the voice is no longer cold. Only infinite fear.

He widened his eyes fascinated by many people and tried to see someone clearly. But that's in vain. The bright and gorgeous lights on the stage became particularly cold and harsh. He heard the fans ask in fear, "What's the matter? What's wrong with you? " They even rushed to the stage to pull his feet and pants. He could feel it, but he just saw the suit reaching out and pulling him.

I also heard the footsteps of the staff coming towards him. That's the sound of leather shoes stepping on the stage. Knock, knock, knock. It's getting closer. But he just couldn't see anyone, only a suit and a pair of shoes came towards him. He reached out anxiously to grab something, but since then he has been arrogant ... when she was born, her father brewed an altar of wine for her. This is the rule of Shaoxing people. If a girl is born at home, an altar of wine will be buried underground. That wine has a nice name called Daughter Red. When it comes to light, it will be a big day for girls to get married.

But she is made up of different things. She was born in spring, when peach blossoms were in full bloom. The peach blossoms in her house are even more enchanting, falling like red rain, and a few pieces fall in the jar. Dad looked at the bright pink floating in amber wine, which was really beautiful, so he named her pink.

When he was born, his father brewed an altar of wine for him. The wine is called Zhuangyuanhong, which is used to celebrate the gold medal title of boys.

She has been engaged to him since she was a child. When he enters high school, her daughter Hong and Zhuang will have a wedding together, and the fragrance will float in the sky. He went to Beijing to catch the exam, and she used a small awning boat to see him off. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, the river is warm, and the mandarin ducks are relatively bathed in red. She is wearing a floral tsing yi. In order to paddle, one sleeve was rolled up slightly, revealing a lotus root-like delicate and white arm with a jasper bracelet on it. Although it is not a fine jade, it was given to her by him, and he carved his own name.

He looked at her, pushed aside Bibo, and it was easy. Really? G is landscape green. I only feel that my heart is rippling, and the ripples on the water seem to bloom in his heart.

"Duan Lang. I will send you here. " It will take a long time to send you. She smiled at him, a pair of autumn scissors, so dark and so bright.

He was so absorbed in reading that he forgot to answer the question. Tears began to appear in her eyes as she waited for his answer. He suddenly panicked and reached out to help her wipe her tears. But sadness is the most afraid of pity. The more he rubbed it, the more she shed tears.

He had no choice but to lower his head and kiss her tears dry. She closed her eyes gently, but clearly saw a lingering pink in front of her eyes. His kiss grew stronger and stronger, then slipped over her petal-like cheek and covered her cherry mouth, which had been wet with tears. He tasted her fragrance and sweetness, as well as salty tears. At that moment, he felt that everything between heaven and earth had only one name, and that was happiness.

They can't stop, ecstatic, when, sweet bursa dark solution, streamer bright points. Spring boat is like sitting in the sky, and the people in it are immortals. ...

"Duan Lang, I am loyal to you, so don't betray me." When she was about to leave, she whispered in his arms, her hair hanging over her shoulders. What is not pitiful? The willow is tender, the mountain is tender, and the water is tender, two of a kind.

He promised her a future. He said he would meet her and she would marry her. Peach blossoms have blossomed and withered, and it has been three times. But the man in Peach's heart never came back except in a dream. The grass grows and the orioles fly in March, and the thousands of miles of orioles sing green and reflect red. In her eyes, it was just heartbreak. Poor peach blossom face, getting thinner and thinner.

She took the altar girl Hong to Hangzhou to find him, hoping that he would remember his oath.

But he's not who he used to be. Moon has been to Qionglin Banquet. He is a protege of the son of heaven. He has paid a formal visit to Assistant Minister Zhongshu, and his name is Ziweilang. He is about to marry the prime minister's daughter. The young lady's name is Wei Zi. Wei Zihua is a perfect match for Ziweilang, but what about the front powder?

He told her gracefully, "There is a poem in Li Taibai, and it's hard to get it back if it doesn't rain."

She doesn't know who Li Taibai is, but she knows that her Duan Lang has changed. She tugged at his sleeve and pleaded, "Duan Lang, Duan Lang, I am loyal to you ..."

"Why don't you understand? The past has passed. " He waved her hand impatiently. She never imagined that he would push so hard. She just held the bottle of wine tightly. She was swung to the ground by him, and the jade bracelet in her hand could not stand such a heavy knock and broke.

At that moment, all the happiness that two people had shared was destroyed by him. And never leave any room. People change their minds, more than breaking their promises. It's simply rude.

He ordered his servant to bring a basin of water to pour on her and left by himself. She watched him leave the ground and never looked back. Her heart is colder and wetter than her body. The outer building of Qingshan Building outside the mountain is the most famous hotel in Hangzhou. She took her daughter who had been buried in the altar for eighteen years to the restaurant. Everyone is discussing today's happy event enthusiastically, saying that it is a romantic story with perfect looks.

She bit her silver teeth and tore off the soil on the flower bed. Although the hands are hard, the face is deliberately silent. It's like he tore her heart mercilessly, and he was so careless.

She drank the wine in pain.

The wine in my hometown still tastes pure and simple, but the people in my hometown have changed. After drinking a few mouthfuls of wine, two peach blossoms suddenly appeared on her face, which was even more charming. However, when the wine enters the heart, it seems that every drop is the torture of gouging out the heart and turns into the tears of acacia.

It's even more worrying to drown your sorrows in wine. This is the real bitter wine. She is alone now. Tears rolled down her sad white face. Just wait for him quietly.

Come, come, finally. That's Duan Lang. She loved her since she was a child and entrusted herself to her, but now she has become someone else's groom. Satin boots, a golden belt and a red embroidered robe set him off. Even in those days, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, so much. It's a pity that he is so ungrateful.

"Duan Lang, I have entrusted myself to you." Sad voice, desperate feelings.

She jumped up with the jar in her arms. Her red skirt blooms in the air like a flower, sad and ominous. The daughter in the bottle spilled red. It did not fall, but floated upward, like a sad red cloud, and finally formed a bloody rainbow, like a sad wound in the blue sky. Who says rain can't fall in the sky, and asks what the world is like, which makes people live and die?

And she hit the groom's official impartially. She finally threw herself into his arms. She was passionate and happy with a gesture of no regrets like a moth to the fire, and finally threw herself at death, still determined. This is the real promise, and he finally belongs to her forever. No one can take him away from her again.

He fell off his horse, hit his head hard on the ground and died immediately. The liver and brain are everywhere. It's a mess.

As soon as the jar fell to the ground, one piece turned into a peach blossom, which drifted with the wind as if it had disappeared. It was not a jar that broke to the ground, but a withered heart.

The air was filled with the rich smell of wine, which took away the bloody viscosity.

And she lay in his arms, her long hair hanging freely, her face still the same, just like a sleeping peach blossom. ...

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