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Zhang Ailing, a bitter woman

The afternoon sun shone on an old red brick building. A wasp was dyed golden by the sun and flew by the dark window. All is silent.

[2] When she is a little embarrassed, she often coughs slightly in her throat.

[3] A green pearl wreath lamp is lit on the poker table, which magnifies the characters and reflects them on the white ceiling.

[4] The room is dimly lit, and the lights in this city are always short of electricity, which is a sleepy red and yellow. Outside the window, the northwest wind roared and the carved window lattice roared.

[5] She grabbed her hands under her cotton-padded jacket, narrowed her neck and walked at a brisk pace. A cold wind blew over her, and she seemed naked, naked, and the cable was shaking. It was dark in the yard, and I heard the monk next door chanting. Trembling whispers mingled with mysterious Indian language. The treble and bass sang together, and the bells, drums and cymbals jingled. Music seems to cover half the sky, which only makes me feel melancholy and have a sense of sadness.

[6] When there was a slight noise, Xiao Ai woke up and struggled to get up. Huai Jin quickly held her down and said, "Don't get up." She is still a little sleepy, only to feel that her face is cold and smells of cold toothpaste. Then he left. She heard him go straight down and the back door slammed. With that "bang!" There was a time when loneliness flooded in. Silence almost rushed in and flooded the room. The clock on the table is ticking away, and it is very loud.

[7] I just got up and suddenly it was dark. My body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so I fell down early. The child is still crying there, but the crying is extremely far away, sometimes it can be heard and sometimes it can't be heard.

[8] When autumn comes, the yellow leaves on the buttonwood rustle like rain. The pale yellow sunset came head-on, and the tricycle galloped among the rustling leaves. Huai Jin helped her grasp the corner of the bed to prevent it from slipping.

[9] A tram whistle came on us. There are many pedestrians in the street, walking in a hurry in the sunset, and I don't know what they are busy with.

[1] In the past 1000 years, the West Lake has always been the haunt of celebrities and beauties, with too many overlapping memories. Even the women who swim in the lake wear the latest clothes, they have a sudden sense of disharmony between time and space, as if they belong to another era.

[2] The lake looks very thick and slightly dirty, but it seems to have a strong pink fragrance, which is the face washing water of famous prostitutes in the former dynasty.

[3] The tea in the cup glows slightly, and the water surface of each cup is a silver disk, swaying gently with the shaking of the hull. The moonlight painted a blue edge on her face and white shoulders. There have been so many changes in personnel, but she is exactly the same as before, and she hasn't changed at all, which makes him feel confused anyway, only in a trance.

[4] The new house leans against the green hillside to the center of the lake, with stilts standing in the water and covered with crimson rose wisteria, hanging upside down in front of the moon cave window.

[1] At that time, everyone went to bed early in Shanghai, especially in the city, where electric lights were not installed. At about eight o'clock in the summer night, the evening has just settled, but the sky is bright. On a blue day, the dark house below is sediment and people's voices are buzzing.

[2] The corners of inferior glass are yellow and turbid, reflecting the lights, and a row of windows seem to protrude into a hemisphere, making the old wooden house look delicate and like a toy.

[3] It is unrealistic to suddenly appear in the dark so close, but the face is too familiar to him. Short face with long neck and cut shoulders, and the front bangs are cut into herringbone. Crows and crows hang down their temples, their eyes sweep up, the oil lamp shines like A Jin chrysanthemum, and there is a spindle-shaped purple mark between their eyebrows.

[4] When they came back to the store after washing the dishes, they heard the three-stringed sound in the distance. The blind fortune teller walked slowly, and the three-stringed sound intermittently passed through the streets and alleys with black tiles and white powder walls. A short tune is played over and over again, just like the word "Jinwen" is repeated over and over again. Listen to Yin Di's ear and predict her future. The winding road forms a map of the city.

[5] Living in a hut with a yellow mud wall and serving an old woman, all year round, I only see the change of seasons, the movement of the sun's shadow, and the passage of time day by day, and time is so focused that I just want to turn her into an old woman.

[6] The crying, coughing, spitting, treading on heels as slippers, wiping on the floor, and wiping away phlegm of the neighbor's baby, all these familiar sounds at night have retreated far away, and they sound thin, like things from a previous life.

[7] She tossed and turned, the straw mat rustled all night, and the bed board rattled. She didn't know when she fell asleep, and then she was awakened by a dung truck at dawn. Dragging the cart far away, the wooden wheel ran over the gravel road, the cold sound, the chill of dawn, and the upper and lower colors were wet and bright gray. From time to time, girls cry to wake everyone up to empty the toilet. It's a savage bark, with no words, which sounds particularly shocking in the twilight. It seems that he is the only one left in the world, so he has forgotten how to speak. Although everywhere is desolate, everything belongs to him, and there is also an ecstasy when he shouts.

[8] Little Liu Ye was there, and his face jumped out of the crowd, and the others immediately became blurred. He and another guy stood opposite the door, looking at this side. Their hands were cut and they smiled like everyone else. These shiny black eyes are all wounds bitten by flies.

[9] Lao Maxia's wide sleeves hang down to both sides. She tucked her arms into a big cotton-padded jacket as a chest hug, which was a way for her to keep warm in winter. The big kitchen is as cold as a cellar under the dim yellow light bulb. There is a small window with iron bars on it. At dawn, the sky outside the window is crab shell green. In the backyard, the crow of a rooster is harsh, and the long sound of Shaga is a broken bamboo pole, swaying to the sky.

[10] The room stood around them, and the sun just shone on the feather broom inserted in the ice vase, only illuminating a soft brown hair. A pot of jade flowers is planted in a yellow and white jade pot. The green and carved leaves show a layer of dust in the sun, with a grain in the middle and a piece of ash in the fat leaves. A cloisonne clock is ticking in the glass cover.

She sat with her hands under her skirt. There is no fire in the room. Asthma is most afraid of catching a cold, and the old lady is more afraid of getting angry. She thinks that only she is big enough in the whole house and won't get angry, so only the old lady has a charcoal basin in her room. The room is very big, the roof is very high, and only a yellow electric light in the middle shines from a distance. The whole room is like a big yellow water tank, filled with cold water that has not been changed for a long time. Action is as laborious as underwater, and the direction is not necessarily up to you. The bell is ticking. This is a leaky faucet. Add it bit by bit, and the water will get deeper and deeper. Just after dinner, her face was hot and cold, as if there was only this warmth and vitality in the ice and snow, and she felt amiable.

Downstairs, Hu Qin became dumb again in Iraq. She went back to her original place and sat at a distance, touching the lining of her fur coat like a cat. Did she really sing on the balcony that day, or did she just hum? It happens that the third master will hear and remember. He remembers. Her heart suddenly swelled so that she couldn't breathe. In her ears, she heard cicadas chirping above thousands of trees, screaming all summer, like tinnitus. Everything in the afternoon came back, not one by one, but all at once. She looked out of the window. In the reflection of the dark glass window, there was a pale and vague scene floating on the chestnut glass. A shadow, a song and a noisy chorus came straight at her like a brake.

There is no one in the aisle. The place is large, and there is a monitoring atmosphere under the dim light. All the doors were ajar and the polished stairs were behind her. She opened the door and pushed open a glass door. The balcony was dark and she didn't turn on the light. It's so cold that I can't breathe. Two windows are leaking. Afraid that someone would see her, she looked back and quickly crossed the corridor. Two old floors creaked. The protruding part of the T-shaped balcony is covered with coal dust, which makes it a little noisy to step on it. Vase-shaped concrete railings, each column supported by a ball, cut in black like a monk's head, look scary at night.

The gate was brightly lit and strangely silent. The asphalt road turns a semicircle here. Every leaf of the roadside holly is clearly illuminated, and clusters are like glowing hydrangeas.

[15] She sang "Flowers in December" in a low voice. If he hears her sing, he must do so, and she will know it. The northwest wind blocked her mouth, and it was not easy to sing, but the wind snatched every note from her mouth and gave her a little courage. She can be irresponsible. She sang a little high.

This is the busiest time in the hotel. Even many people are playing mahjong with their rooms open, and the sound of shuffling is like a flood.

【 17 】 On both sides of the road, the leaves of buttonwood trees fall in large arrays. Looking along the road, the road is long and straight, listening to the rustling sound, it is like falling from the sky. She almost cried with laughter, so many yellow hands floated down to touch her and never touched her. Rickshaw, carriage, and people crossing the street in the cracks, dragging long shadows, criss-crossed in the center of the street, looking particularly hurried, just like hiding from the rain, it was raining golden.

[18] She carried him to the front yard, and the sunset shone on the orange wall, which was extremely bright and a little scary. The flowers planted along the old red railing have yellow leaves. This is the main hall, a row of white stone steps go up, and the carved door is quietly wide open. No one. She didn't take the baby. Afraid those idols would scare him. The moon has come out, white and semi-circular, hanging high in the light blue sky in the afternoon. It's a pity that today's day is coming to an end, and there is an unspeakable disappointment, such as breast swelling. She held the baby tightly, hoping it was a cat or a puppy, or a pillow with a light, so that she could squeeze it hard.

She walked into the corridor. It got dark and the night bell began to ring. That's a slow sound! Peng! Filled the space, erased all thoughts, and followed her back one by one.

[20] The future is a monster. You can't hide it behind a cloth curtain. Straighten up the cloth and hold it high, like the evil wind. The slate in the temple is very cold at night, and there is such a narrow striped curtain hanging at the door. There is a small light bulb on the roof beam, and the red tablecloth on the round table looks abrupt in the dim light.

Their voices are far away from her, like ants. Sometimes I can't feel it through my clothes, and sometimes I feel annoyed. She can know the future, just like a dead person, separated from the living, watching them busy and trivial.

[22] At present, this moment is immediately extended and becomes permanent and eternal. She was caught like a pair of pliers and was in great pain.

[23] There is a small fire under her heart to boil it. It's like swallowing hot charcoal in your throat. At dawn, she got up and picked up the teapot on the table and took a sip from the spout. Leng Cha spent the night, very bitter. There is a big moon sinking in the window, just behind a dark building. The moon is so big, just like meeting face to face, a chaotic red, yellow and yellow round face, waiting for her here, is the end of the sun. The room seems much smaller in the dark. Sir Zhong's panting and snoring next door sound particularly close, surprisingly close. The wet nurse takes the child to sleep in a room with Lao Zheng. The door is open tonight, just like a corner of the same room. The snoring of the two maids is a bit uneven, which makes people involuntarily look forward to ups and downs and get nervous. One is half a step behind, and both of them are sometimes shaga, sometimes rough, bubbling, and then getting lower and lower, occasionally sighing or whistling.

[24] She put on two clothes and walked carefully through the cabin at sea. In the dark, the bunks seem to be arranged in parallel. Lying there one by one, in the dark, only one breath left. Every time I want to breathe again, it's hard, and it's screwed up on two shelves, so it's easy to break. Every throat is sticking out, right there, the exposed target. Her own throat is just a few hoop pipes, which are tightened one by one. It hurts badly and must be straight from end to end. She turned the door handle of the trunk room. As soon as she entered, she closed the door and turned on the light. As soon as the light was turned on, the huge room was immediately surrounded and comfortable in the warm yellow light. Unnecessary furniture, piles of boxes, neatly arranged by the wall.

[25] The green bamboo curtain is reflected in the dresser mirror, the wind blows straight, and it is screened in the sun, and the tiger pattern is full of rooms, shaking back and forth.

[26] The appalling silence is simply harsh and loud, just like a record that is still being polished after singing. All eyes left her.

[27] Although she is not afraid of being heard now, she is like all people who are used to big family life. She will never change her life, always sneaking around and leaning down to promote her.

[28] In the middle of the night, there was no wind. She is sitting at the grate head by the window, and there is a pigeon coop alley under the window. A hot smell rises, one by one slowly spray up. A mild, sultry smell, thicker and more greasy than sweat.

[29] Suddenly someone quarreled, and it was dark outside the window, covered with this warm thick black blanket. The sound seems particularly close, but the hum is not clear.

[30] While everyone was still talking, the crying disappeared and a vertical street appeared. The city became a map hanging on the wall in the dark.

She told the old lady to go to bed, but she still sat there and dried her hair. The weather is hot, and my hair is greasy and sticky into a sparse lock, which is a black silk shawl. She was suddenly startled to see her face reflected on the glass window of the opposite house. Just a face, a moon with a blue shadow, floating on the dark glass. From a distance, she is still young, mysterious and beautiful. She couldn't help but try to smile and wave to the opposite side. The face smiled and waved to her, which made her very scared. She went there at once. At least something came out of her head, sizzling and disappearing into the air. The face smiled at her from a few feet away. She looks like a ghost. Maybe she/kloc-hanged herself 0/6 years ago. I don't know.

[32] The whole city was in darkness, lying flat at her feet, in the distant mountains near the cigarette shop. I don't know whether it is a lion or a dog lying there. It may rain today. Every sound outside is wrapped in wet cloth, fresh and clear.

[33] A bee flew over a long row of windows and shone in the sun. A window kept being blown open by the wind and slammed shut, and the sound was extremely bleak.

[34] Darkness increased bit by bit, and flooded the upper body bit by bit, as slow as honey, and gradually sat in a new element, thicker than air, and it was frozen in the first half of ten or twenty years. He also misses the past, you can hear it in his voice. In the darkness, there was a knowing smile in their voices.

[35] The withered little rose bloomed and turned crimson. I have never heard that wine can revive flowers. Crystal sugar chips leaked from the flowers and floated down slowly in the cool glass. Soon the bottom of the bottle was covered with snow, and two petals fell from the snow.

[36] She can imagine that when all the roads are broken, she will think of her again, just as she always thinks of him again. She has no brains and no feelings, and she will go back coldly. At this time, I felt the weight of the cold dead body climb up on me, pestering and dragging her away, which will never end. Two big snakes hanged each other intentionally or unintentionally.

The faster the days pass, the more time is compressed, the stronger it is. You can feel that it has passed, and suddenly you are cold and a little scared, but that feeling is not bad.

[38] She couldn't help thinking of burning men's hands with oil lamps. Suddenly, everything in the past came back. She stood behind the door, her heart beating louder than knocking at the door. The oil lamp burned her face, the bangs on her forehead were covered with hot air, and the sweat stung her whole body slightly, poking holes in the dark and sketching slim outlines.

[1] There is also strong light on the mahjong table during the day, and the diamond ring shines when shuffling. The four corners of the white tablecloth are tied on the legs of the table, which makes it more and more white and dazzling. Sharp light and shadow reveal the valley in Jiazhi's chest, and a face can't stand the relentless head irradiation. A little narrow forehead, uneven hair and feet, I don't know how to add a little refinement to that beautiful hexagonal face. Face light makeup, only two pieces of finely carved thin lips painted bright and ruddy. Clouds are fluffy, swept up, shoulder-length, shirtless, electric blue satin and knee-length cheongsam, and the small round neck is only half an inch high, just like a dress. There is a pin at the neckline and a set of "button" earrings with broken diamonds and sapphires.

[2] She looked at her watch again. A premonition of failure, like a split sock, quietly climbed up the calf in the shade.

[3] There are few passengers upstairs, the car body is swaying in the wide street, and the advertisement of neon lights in the dark outside the window is as intoxicating as the cool breeze after drinking.

[4] The back of her head is a little cold. The windows on both sides of the downstairs are inlaid with glass doors, which are crystal clear and spread out behind her, just like a two-story French window, which can be blasted at any time. On the one hand, this small shop is sleepy and can only vaguely hear the sound of the city-there are not many cars on the street during the war, and the horn is rarely honked. The weight of warm air is like a quilt covering your face. She was half asleep. In her dream, she knew what would happen soon and vaguely knew that it was just a dream.

[5] When I returned to his home, I was afraid again, and I was surprised several times a night.

[6] She was a little surprised that it was still dark, as if she had stayed in it for a long time. The sidewalk is bustling, and there are three wheels passing by, but there are no empty cars. Cars are like running water, and pedestrians on the road are separated from her by a layer of glass. Just like Kiichigo, who has a fur coat, a bat sleeve and a rotten silver skirt in the window, she is as carefree as them, and she is the only one who is flustered and turned away.

[7] He is not optimistic about the war situation. Do you know what his future will be like? Get a bosom friend and die without regret. He felt that her shadow would always lean on him and comfort him. Although she hated him, her feelings for him were so strong in the end that it didn't matter what feelings she had, only feelings. They are the primitive relationship between hunters and prey, the relationship between tigers and monks, and the ultimate possession. She was born his man, and death is his ghost.

[1] He was wearing a cotton gown and had no shoulders at all-he was a little dull in the dim light and stood there like an ant mountain.

[1] Walking through a hotel corridor in a trance, the well-maintained old building, the carpet is silent, quiet and airtight-the cylindrical tunnel of time travel, with wet feet and some soft feet.

[2] As soon as I turned the corner, the sunset couldn't shine, and suddenly it was black at the moment. At dusk, the steamer on the street is as sultry as the room, vast and desolate, which is surprising.

[3] However, when I went to make a phone call, it happened that the light was on. As soon as I walked into the street, I saw neon lights flashing, street lamps sharp and roads clear. Accustomed to saving electricity in the mainland, like the "brown and black light" when lights were turned off in wartime, she was dazzled, surprised and laughed.

[4] Subtropical summer lasts forever. What is busy in the western sun is the scene of birds returning to the forest and crows crowing in the sunset photos.

[5] The horror of wandering is at the door, so far, so far.

[1] In the darkness outside the window, frogs croak in the pavilion, and there is no screen window, and the green breath in the south of the Yangtze River comes in waves.

[2] The silhouette of the bell tower was reflected in the sky, and Zhao Jue was extremely happy at once. His heart is expanding so fast that it is about to explode, and he is still panting, so that he can hardly breathe. Just like a small silver spoon stirring a cup of cooked lotus seed tea in his heart, it is sweet and strong.

[3] Washington's unique purple and tender blue sky is still as clear in the evening. The foreground is also unique to Washington, D.C., with a light green bronze dome on the late classical white building. Cars are like running water, which is the most crowded time. The low arc at the top of the black iron lamppost is very soft, and the street lamp is lit on the high branch.