Liu Ling's Short Story Anthology Series (21)

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People always complain, such as house prices, sick treatment, cremation fees and cemeteries, childcare fees and children's tuition, garlic, ginger, including strong pork, last year's sky portrait, from the New Year's new year tossing and turning the new crown virus at the end of the tunnel and the recent endless rainstorm, look at the Internet said that Xinjiang is still snowing. A while ago, the bus was full of panic, and now the shops are crowded, all of which not only affect the efficacy of my medication, but also directly suspect that it has also caused immeasurable interference with the doctor's correct judgment. The neighbors were arguing again, and although I lived in the villa area, I still had no peace. I heard that many companies are not working normally, and the Internet calls for rent reduction, I happen to live by renting out those few facades, and there are also words of suffering. My neighbor has a brain problem.

"I can't understand what you're thinking right now."

"It looks like you're scared."

"I'm embarrassed." He said, "I'm a little worried. ”

I sighed bitterly and went to the balcony to ask my neighbor to lower his voice. I can also understand that in this situation, everyone needs to vent. I'm going to eat the rest of the garlic noodles and then discourage them. I made a cup of tea and laid it on the kitchen table. Their next conversation made me almost bite my tongue while taking my last bite. The woman said:

"Are you really afraid of this neighbor?"

"Certainly not to be afraid."

"I know, all cats are stealing. But it must not be taken seriously. ”

"Ghosts are taken seriously. I don't know which one got her pregnant. ”

"That is to say that the father of the child is not you. Who will it be? ”

"How do I know. It must be the crazy guy on the right hand side. ”

It was at this point that I almost bit my tongue.

"I think both of them are crazy enough."

"It's really lonely."

On the right hand side, madman. Who would that be?

Further ahead is the pine forest, where there are still people. Still crazy!

My body felt like a spring, my feet jumped up, I threw myself toward the balcony, forgot to pull the door, and hit my forehead against the glass door. Luckily, the glass was still strong enough to bounce me back and sit on the ground. I was dizzy and barely able to prop up to find trouble with my neighbors. The little Gasconi curly hound she had at home was pulling at it, barking wildly, and the dog was so dirty that I couldn't compete with a dog.

I continued to sit on the ground with my hands crossed on my chest, resting my chin on my arms, and staring at a landscape painting of the Mobabisson school on the opposite wall. I forgot who the original author was. The Common Garden is not a Barbizonist.

I suddenly wanted to laugh again and make them chew on the root of their tongues. In the past, they spread rumors that I couldn't do that, on the grounds that every time they asked me to go to some high-end entertainment venues, I pushed back and forth. Now, I've got a married woman pregnant. What a slap in the face.

"I thought you did a good thing."

The woman's voice has a lot of warmth.

The tone of voice next door has eased up a lot, and it is close to being in gossip. I wish they had been arguing, and everyone knew that it was better.

"How to throw me into that vortex. Are you really going to see the joke? Her husband was going crazy and threatened to hang himself. ”

I don't believe that the would dare to do that.

Maybe he couldn't bear to let her bear the insult. Afraid of hurting her. ”

"You dressed him up as a saint."

I immediately remembered that counting from my house, the hostess of the fifth door was a woman in a solid color sleeveless dress, but I was not crazy to see her! She does have a set of hook-ups with men in the community. I've seen it at Café Kusso.

She seemed to have seduced me into writing a poem for her, sir, and now I only remember a few fragments. How did she pour my Ecstasy Soup?

"No, but he's my husband after all."

"You've been separated for a while."

"Already gone, he won't go. Dead Face wants to remarry. ”

"Or you can continue to be a lover."

"Don't make me happy, I don't know the reason for the divorce."

He's bad on that side. Seeing a woman naked under the light will not be able to control crying, even this kind of fool. I can't say for sure the truth of the story. Maybe she didn't say that.

I am reminded of a few poems:

Curl up on the couch and listen to the universe collapse

Relatives, give me a hug

Let's leave some time to go rafting

Go to Robinson Island

I am conservative and my thinking cannot keep up with the rhythm of society. I asked her how she was going to get rid of this entanglement with her ex-husband. In fact, she had no intention of getting married elsewhere. She was interested in almost every slightly accomplished man she knew.

She used the casino as a fishing pond for her free swing. She didn't have to hang herself from my tree. Maybe there's room for choice.