Chapter 25: : Flower Heart Radish

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"Why are you running into my room every morning?" I hugged the blanket and sighed in a headache.
"What's wrong with this? Haven't I been like this before? You forgot, I have slept with you."
I was so mad: "You were ten years old!" At that time, it was enough to stick to people. Now they are all mature men, so sticky, how can his future wife bear it!
"Do you know that you have grown up now?"
Seeing him nod, his big eyes flickered, looking innocent. He used the most common trick he used as a kid to deal with me.
"There is no difference between men and women, little brother!" I hugged my head and wanted to hit the wall.
Suddenly hugged tightly into a strong embrace, there was a slight trembling voice above his head: "Ai Qing, I don't want to wake up early in the morning, and you are nowhere to be seen, so I have nowhere to look..."
My heart moved, and the thorn that was supposed to be erected immediately softened. It turned out that he ran into my room every day to make sure I was still there. Imagine that when he was only ten years old, he watched a large living person disappear in the same way as a trick. Even a mentally healthy adult would not be able to stand it. What kind of confusion and fear would he have at that time? Alas, I'm afraid he will have a psychological shadow in this life. It's my fault……
"I'm sorry, Vrsati..." Actually, I will still disappear the same this time, but I swear I will never let him witness again. In this era, no psychologist can help him.
"By the way, Ai Qing, am I the first man you ever slept in?"
God, who said he would have psychological problems? I screamed like a pig-who will help me tear this dog skin plaster!
On the fifth day, the highlight of Su Muzhe was Hu Tengwu. This is a man's dance. The dancer jumps and jumps, hurries around, backhands akimbo, shrugs his shoulders. Many of the men's dance steps in modern Xinjiang Uyghur dance are evolved from the Hu Teng dance. The sound of music was inspiring and passionate, and there were dozens of men cheering and vacating in the mouth. The masculinity was full of manliness, which made me cry out loud.
"Ai Qing, do you like this dance?" He asked loudly in my ear. I didn't take care of him. He nodded, and his eyes were still staring straight at the handsome men.
He took off the mask and put it in my hand, and ran away. I didn't have time to ask him where to go, and I saw him move away from the crowd and ran among the dancing men. Then I opened my mouth and watched him jump into the group of men. In the middle of the venue, Vshatipah is undoubtedly the most conspicuous, not to mention the perfect body of one meter and eight five, and the facial features are also the most handsome. As soon as he came on the court, the women around him cheered even more.
He squatted and kneeled, his feet changed like flying birds, and moved, stepped, and stomped quickly. His vigorous movements were elegant and free, yet delicate, and he was vigorous and bold. Dancing him, for the first time, I saw another charm of a man, and screamed with the women below. I couldn’t be more addicted. I took off my mask and put my hands in a trumpet shape, shouting at him:
Vishati, great, I love you~

He heard me screaming, raised his eyebrows at me, raised the corners of his mouth, and hooked his eyes beautifully.
The sound of the music became more and more intense, his jumping movements became faster and faster, and the mood of the crowd became more and more. Everyone beat the music together to beat. In the sound of applause, the music stopped abruptly. After a difficult flip, he put his strength on the ground, knelt on his knees, and quickly slid towards me, then stopped in front of me, his arms wide open, and he smiled handsomely at me with his head raised, and he was too smart. Immediately, I felt a lot of knives around me. I pulled my mouth and quickly pulled him up.
His face was covered with sweat beads, maroon shoulder curls stuck to his forehead, and his clothes were soaked. I pulled out my pocket subconsciously, and then found sadly that there was no handkerchief. Alas, I'm used to napkins. I haven't brought a handkerchief in N years, although I know it's not environmentally friendly...
He saw my hands come out of my pockets empty-handed, said "no", and then pulled over my shirt and began to wipe sweat. I'm stupid, and he really wants to...
I looked at the wet and wrinkled clothes and ran to tears, but it was sweaty, it seemed to have a smell. The corners of the mouth were chattering incoherently: "Hey, how do you tell me to wear it like this? You... you are also uncomfortable..."
"What's the matter? Only one piece of clothing, Master Ben is happy."
Before I could continue to wailing, he was hurried away.
"Hey, why are you so anxious? Where are you going?" His palms were sweaty, and his hands were not clean.
"Buy clothes." He looked back at me with a look of impatience, "Look at the few broken clothes you turned over and over, and took you to the street, it was too embarrassing to me."
"Vishati!"
Ok? Stop your feet and look forward. A fair-skinned girl stopped in front of us with a grudge. Vrsatip looked at her with a raised eyebrow, her face lazy. Haha, the typical romance theater, but I am not the protagonist of this play, I quit.
I secretly withdrew his sweaty hands, intending to stealth in the corner.
He was dragged back before taking a step. This is good, he hung on my neck. The first reaction is: hey, all sweat...
"Possifati, you... how can you do this!" With tears in her eyes, she screamed at me fiercely.
"Isn't that what you saw?" He hung on me and stretched his head against my neck. Brother, don’t like me, don’t take me as a shield, let’s say you’re sweating...
"But you said..."
"What did you say? Did I promise you something? You sent it to yourself."
"Oh, this girl, you misunderstood..." I smiled pretendingly, pushing him secretly. Alas, this guy is really heavy. "I and he are not what you think..."
Sigh, a kiss was sticking loudly on my left face, wet. It's miserable, even now my face is not clean...
The girl stomped on her feet and ran to tears. Alas, I sigh. Still inattentive as the protagonist of romance drama.
"Vishati, are you the same for women who like you?"
"They have to stick it on themselves, and everyone has a good time. The most annoying of them is that they have to discuss the future one by one." No wonder his brother said implicitly that he "teasing the flowers every day". There was a trace of warmth in Rosh's heart. He will never be as arduous as his brother. Although eleven years later... I don’t want to! Ever since I decided to love him in my way, I refused to think about his future wife and concubine. I can’t think so far, and I can’t control that much. As long as the current self loves him, just fine...
"Vishati, haven't you ever loved someone?"
"No!" answered simply.
When I met Vrsati again, I found out that ten years later, he always took care of him and said something annoying to me, sometimes even blushing me. At first, I thought that Vishati had another attempt on me, and I was also a bit wary. However, after a few days of contact, I discovered that he was a playboy's temper. He didn’t do anything excessive except save some oil for me and take advantage of the verbal advantage.
On the street, the women I met greeted him, and the women I didn't know froze him. He all returned to others with eyebrows, and even if the color points were drawn, he opened his mouth and made him like a public lover. So, I am relieved, and have intimate contact with me from time to time, in addition to shouting protests and useless dodges in my mouth, I also began to accept slowly, anyway, he is such a person.
However, being with him is really very happy. He can play live treasures, be amused, and constantly change new patterns. He looks so sunny and handsome. No wonder so many women are obsessed with death and life, and it is no wonder that those women will be heartbroken without him. Alas, fortunately, my concentration is not generally strong, and I can resist Roche’s charm for so long. Fortunately, my heart is very small, Roche has filled it up. Otherwise, I am afraid that I am now a member of the group of complaining women, watching him crying constantly changing women around him.
After taking a shower in the evening, rubbing my hair back to the room, and seeing the tall radish again, I turned out my sketchbook and bored with a pencil, making doodles. Alas, how has this habit not changed in ten years? Those sketch books I didn't take away must have been consumed by him like this.
Seeing me coming back, the big radish threw away his pencil, and looked impatient again: "It will wear like that in a bath, well, put it on."
A new set of clothes was presented to me. It was the soft and fluttering silk, light green, embroidered with bright yellow pomegranate lace. The clothes were excellent and the workmanship was fine. It must have cost a lot of money. I couldn't help but say well: "Vishati, your means of chasing a woman is too high-handed. Such a suit cannot be rejected by a woman."
"This is the first time Master Ben gave something to a woman. They always gave me something. Whether he still has to look at Master Ben's mood." His nostrils turned upside down. "Hey, do you want me or not? Take me back." "
"Don't! Don't!" Hurry up and take it, "I am also a woman, how can I refuse?" In the 21st century, because I like to travel everywhere, I often have to go on field trips. I have always been T-Shirt jeans big shoes, Even my boss sometimes can't help saying that I don't have a girl look. When I came here, I never thought to attract the attention of the ancients, let alone wear them. However, after all, I am still a girl, and I am naturally attracted to beautiful clothes.
"Like it?"
I nodded, happily picking up my clothes and making gestures on my body. His voice rang above his head, and he was very charming: "How do you repay me?"
I froze: "What do you want?"
"I'm not going tonight, okay?"
There was an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth, and he raised me a good eyebrow, which was his signature action. My face suddenly became hot, why do you say such ambiguous words? What does it mean to leave? What does he want to do?
"Haha, kidding." He laughed loudly, "I'm not that hungry yet."
"However--" He suddenly leaned down and leaned closer to my face, the ambiguous look on his face was thicker, and the tone was deliberately lengthened: "Ai Qing, haven't you touched a man yet? You'll blush in this way."
My face was even hotter, and a must-have eye knife was cut, and he was cut fiercely on him: "What's the matter with you? There won't be you!"
He couldn't help laughing again: "You are really different from all the women I know." He chuckled and paused. "If I am willing to hug those women, they will all tremble with excitement. Like you, when you touch it, you will whisper like how much meat has been lost. Those women, who have known me for three days, will beg me to have with them. Which is like you, so many days have been to me Indifferent."
"They beg you?" God, I did not expect that the Western Region was so open 1,650 years ago, so casual between men and women. However, if you think about it, you can perform striptease on the street. There are half-naked and even naked portraits everywhere in the Kizil Thousand Buddha Caves. The people here are naturally bold, and women are chasing men, it's not surprising. Besides, Vishati, no matter from which aspect, is indeed qualified to let the women chase backwards.
"Yeah, I haven't asked any woman yet. But I can't be anyone. It's not an easy thing to get into my Vrsati's eyes." He fell on my bed with his hands on his head Later, he tilted Erlang's legs, a typical playboy-like. "But you Han Chinese women are more shy than Qizi women and have an indescribable temperament. I'm really interested."
It was the first time in the middle of the night to discuss with a young man. I'm still in the 21st century. I'm three years older than he is now. I actually ate in front of him every time.
"Ai Qing, I like to see you blush, very cute." He turned over on the bed and supported his head with one hand, it was really sexy. "Ai Qing, you are my first woman who hasn't started in that long time."
I, I, I can't stand this topic. The mouth is full of sex, so what about love? Where is love? "Vishati, you and those women... that, do you have love for them?" Well, I still can't say the word.
He stared at me interestingly: "No, I just think it's fun. But in a few days, they will want this and that. To promise, to be wholehearted, to get married, it's annoying."
"They will make a commitment because they are in love with you." I remembered the person who didn't dare to say love, and the strings in my heart were gently struck.
"Men and women meet, attract each other, and attract each other. Attracting is just sexual attraction, and without love is just a fleeting climax. When the freshness is lost, the attraction is suddenly lost. Love is love. Sex, thoughts are all controlled, happiness and pain come from him. There is mutual appreciation, acceptance, thinking, accommodation, and pride. Interdependence is the noblest state of love. No matter how hot love is, it will eventually Becoming dull, if a man and a woman can live together forever, it is an unbreakable relationship."
I stared staringly at the night sky outside the window, he was forty miles away from me. Will he look up at this starry night sky like me? "The attraction is passion, the love is love, and the dependence is the affection." Rosh and I couldn't depend on each other anyway. Such feelings are broken after all.
"Ai Qing, are you in love with anyone?"
I was shocked to find that he was standing behind me looking at me inquiringly. At that moment, his eyes looked like Roche.
"No, of course not." I quickly put it aside, not letting him know, or letting anyone in this world know my feelings for Roche. "I'm just sentimental, ha ha, if I had such a relationship, it would be fine..."
He pulled my body over, raised my chin with my fingers, and met my illusory eyes: "'The life and death are broad, and the son is said. Hold the hand, grow old with the child.' Ai Qing, you Is this what you want?"
I never thought about it. I never dared to dream of being able to grow old with Roche. Both of us have too many other things...
"Ai Qing, shall we try?"
As the radish's lips were about to fall, I promptly blocked the face with the new dress and kicked him out of the room.
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Tang Dynasty poet Li Duan's "Hu Teng'er" describes Hu Tengwu:
Hu Teng is a Liangzhou child with skin like jade nose and cone. Tong cloth light shirt rolls back and forth, with a long grape belt hanging on one side.
Kneel in front of the tent to make the original sound, and pick up the sleeves to stir up the sleeves for the king dance. Anxi Old Mu collected tears and watched.
Raising eyebrows and stepping on the flower felt, red sweat exchange beads hat partial. Drunk but leaning east and west, his boots were weak in front of the lamp.
The circulatory anxiety is all in season, but the backhand akimbo is like a moon. Sitong suddenly played a song, humming her hair.
Hu Teng'er, Hu Teng'er, his hometown is unknown.