My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Yuwen Charge Extra 2

He went to Yosevina. On the fourth day there, it was a full moon night. The innkeeper's daughter took him to the Moon River. The full moon fell on the river, as beautiful as a painting.

On both sides of the river, there are young people playing guitars, young girls giving the flowers in their hands to their loved ones, and there are also street performers playing and singing to themselves, with gentle tunes, like folk songs.

He went over and asked, "Can you play a soft rock song?"

The other person was in his thirties and had long hair: "I don't play well."

"It doesn't matter."

The street performer played a rock and roll song. It was probably because the song was so lively that it made the young men and women dance.

He took out a stack of banknotes from his wallet and put it in the piano case: "Thank you."

The other person spoke too much in English.

He smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and left.

The girl who was traveling with him chased after him and asked, "Do you like light rock?"

The girl's name is Sol. She is very young, less than twenty years old. She is the youngest daughter of the hotel owner. She stopped studying very early and works as a tour guide for tourists in the hotel.

Yuwen Chongchong was the most handsome guest she had ever seen.

He said: "No."

He walked in front, his slender legs walking at a lazy pace, and his voice was always careless like him. The female guests in the hotel always said that he was like a wandering ghost, without a soul, but with an extremely charming look. Beautiful skin.

Thor felt the same way.

"There is such a person that she likes." He smiled and looked back at Moon River. "She originally studied cello and later became a rock singer."

He will laugh too.

Thor suddenly felt that he had a soul, but it was lonely and hidden.

She couldn't help but ask: "Is she a girl?"

He didn't answer and walked faster and faster. Sol quickened his pace to follow: "Yosevina has many other scenic spots. I will take you there tomorrow."

"No need."

She asked why.

He has a deep voice and can pronounce English very well: "I came here just to listen to the sound of guitar on the Moon River. After listening to it, I will leave."

Thor paused.

She seemed to know why this handsome guest came to Moon River.

The next day, he flew from Yosevina to Putianmai. It was a place that only had autumn. It was bleak and cold all year round. There was a lot of rainfall in Putianmai. There was no clear sky even after a week there.

There he met a woman, a very beautiful oriental woman. Like him, she was trapped in the B\u0026B due to the rain. The woman's surname was Qiu, but she didn't say her name. She said she was a lawyer, specializing in divorce cases.

After dinner, the rain stopped for a while, and a courtyard of flowers was planted behind the B\u0026B. The rain washed away the petals, and the entire courtyard was filled with the fragrance of soil mixed with green grass.

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

Yuwen charged and broke a flower: "I don't mind."

She didn't mind the rain on the wicker chair, so she sat directly on it, with her ankle-length skirt falling to the ground. She took out a cigarette, lit it, and skillfully puffed out smoke rings.

"Want one?"

She took one out of the cigarette case and handed it to him.

He took it, bit it in his mouth, twirled a red flower in his hand, and played with it without interest.

The woman walked over, slid a match, and lit it for him. The lady's cigarette was long and thin. He held it between his index and middle fingers and took a puff.

"How about it?"

Yuwen Chongchong took a puff of cigarette and said in a hoarse voice: "Too light."

She smiled, pressed the match on the ground and stubbed it out: "What's next, where are you going?"

"have no idea."

She walked up to him, wearing a low-cut suspender on her long skirt. The exposed skin was very white, and there was a mole on the left side of her chest. She leaned towards him, so close that they were almost touching: "Do you want to come with me? "

He turned to look at her with a yuppie smile: "You want to pick me up?"

She smiled, her eyes full of charm: "Yes."

Yu Wenchong took a step back, took out the ring from his neck, hooked his fingers, shook it, and smiled wildly and thinly: "Miss Qiu, I'm married."

What a ignorant man.

The woman smiled and took out a business card from the cigarette case: "If you want to file a divorce lawsuit, you can contact me." She put the business card on the wicker chair, brushed the rain off her skirt, and entered the house.

He stood under the rain shelter in the flower garden, finished his cigarette, picked a flower he recognized, and chewed it in his mouth. The astringent taste of the flower and the astringent taste of the cigarette mixed together, numbing his taste buds.

The rain started to fall again, and the business card on the wicker chair was blown away by the wind.

He stayed in Buputianmai for half a month and then left. He went to the airport without booking a ticket in advance and went wherever there was a ticket. In September, he didn't go to Xie Dang's tour. Xie Dang called him and lost his princess temper for a long time.

He couldn't remember how many places he had been to. He kept walking and stopping. Every time he went to a place, he would send a postcard to Jiang Jiusheng. He had seen a lot of scenery and met all kinds of people. Some of them were forgotten immediately after turning around, while others were deeply remembered. .

It was at the foot of Alf Snow Mountain that he met a shoe shiner. For three days in a row, he shined people's shoes in the same place. He was still wearing the old cotton coat and carrying a bamboo tube on his back. laugh.

"Sir, are you still polishing your shoes today?"

He sat down.

The man was as talkative as the previous two times. He lowered his head and polished his shoes, chattering incessantly: "This is my last day here to polish my shoes. I will go back to my hometown tomorrow."

He just listened and didn't answer.

The man spoke very poor English. He said he was only thirty-five years old. However, his face looked as old as fifty-five. He seemed to be in a good mood and kept talking about himself: "My hometown is separated from here. Halfway around the world, it was my wife’s lifetime wish to come here to see the snow-capped mountains.”

He smiled, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life: "I shined shoes here for six months before I could scrape together enough money to travel back."

This time, after polishing the shoes, Yuwen Chongchong gave him ten times the money, but the man did not accept it, only his share. It was already four hours after we came down from the Alf Mountains, and it was already dark by then.

The man hadn't closed his stall yet, and seemed to be waiting for him.

"Sir, have you seen the bamboo tube I am hanging on my body?"

Yuwen shook his head.

The man's eyes were red: "I can't go back to my hometown tomorrow." He squatted on the ground to clean up the stall, "I have to find my wife's ashes."

It turned out that the bamboo tube he had been hanging on his body contained his wife's ashes.

Unfortunately, the shoe shiner never found his wife's ashes. When Yuwen left the city, he was still shining people's shoes at the foot of the Alf Mountain, but he never smiled or told his story again.

The following year, in mid-July, Yu Wen rushed back to China without telling anyone. He just went to listen to Zen. An enlightened monk gave a lecture. He listened to Ms. Tang and she let him go when he was free. Listen.

Probably, Ms. Tang also knew that he could not see through the world of mortals.

After it was over, the enlightened monk stopped him and said, "You have a destiny with the Buddha."

Yuwen Chongchong couldn't help laughing: "Master, are you trying to persuade me to become a monk?"

"After breaking away from the mortal world and understanding the Tao, the Buddha only saves people."

Buddha can save people, but he cannot save them.

He returned the scriptures to the master: "I have not finished my secular thoughts, and I am afraid that the holy place of Buddhism will be polluted."

It doesn't matter whether he can cross or not, he just doesn't want to cross.

If we really want to call it a catastrophe, let him be destroyed forever.

"All appearances are false. If you see all appearances that are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata. All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in dreams, like dew or lightning, and you should observe them like this..."

Behind him, the voice of Master Liaoyuan chanting sutras could no longer be heard. After leaving the Buddhist hall, a woman blocked his way: "Sir, buy a peace charm."

He said: "No need."

As he turned to leave, the woman grabbed him and said sincerely: "Buy one. It will keep your family and loved ones happy and healthy."

He glanced at the yellow talisman the woman put in the basket: "I don't believe this."

The woman then let go and went to ask other pilgrims if they wanted to buy peace charms. The people who came today were all Buddhists, and there were many people buying them.

There are so many believers, but he is not one.

However, he still turned back: "I want five."

The woman smiled, took five and handed them to her: "Fifty yuan, sir."

Yuwen Chongchong put all the cash in his wallet into the basket.

Forget it, come on, just be superstitious for once. If there is a Buddha, don’t come to save him. Just let these five peace charms appear.

The next day, he went to the North Pole again, stayed there for half a month, and watched an aurora. Everyone on the trip was exclaimed, but for some reason, he felt that it was not enough.

Time went around for three spring and autumn years, and his hair grew to his shoulders. On the grassland of Gurbin, he found a master and had his hair cut again.

There was also a black man living in his tent named Alger, a backpacker who had been traveling with him for several months.

Alger came back from outside: "Why are you writing letters again?" He writes one every month.

Yuwen Chongchong didn't explain. He used local charcoal. He was not used to it, and the handwriting was really ugly.

"I'll go to Brooke at the next stop." Alger asked, "Are you still coming together?"

"No." The words were too ugly. Yu Wen put down the charcoal, crumpled the letter into a ball, and threw it into the trash can. "I will go back to China tomorrow."

Alger was very sorry: “There are still many places I haven’t gone to.”

Yu Wen rushed to shave his hair, which was as hard as a barb. He took off his shoes and lay on the moisture-proof mat. The ring around his neck slipped out of his clothes. He said, "I'm tired."

On the day I returned home, it snowed for the first time in Jiangbei, and it accumulated a thick layer, which is rare in the south.

Jiang Jiusheng was afraid of the cold, so he wore thick clothes, tightly wrapped in a hat and scarf. The hand holding the mobile phone was already red from the cold: "Have you gotten off the plane?"

"Well, we're at the exit."

His tone was lazier than before.

Xie Dang walked in front of Jiang Jiusheng and saw the person first: "Yuwen!"

Yu Wenchong raised his head, smiled, and walked over with the box in hand. He was wearing a long cotton coat, with the hood of the coat on his head and the zipper open. He was wearing thin clothes underneath. He was a little thinner than he was three years ago. It's a little darker, and the eyes seem to be thinner and colder.

He glanced at Xie Dang: "Why did you straighten your hair?"

Xie Dang is as arrogant and beautiful as ever: "My appearance can control both curly and straight hair."

Yuwen rushed and threw the box to him: "Don't take it too seriously when talking about Mo Bao."

Xie Dang: "..."

Three years later, my mouth has become even more vicious.

"Shengsheng," Yuwen rushed to her, "I'm back."

Her eyes were slightly red and she said that she had already mixed the wine.

He said he would not return until he was drunk.

After walking so much, I thought I had smoothed out the uneven traces of the years, but when I saw her, I came back again.

But, what does it matter?

Just like before, they could get drunk without restraint and talk about everything but romance.

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