Chapter 13 (1/2)
The woman giggled, like the music played by the fingers of a piano master. Beautiful notes float around the green wood, floating away and winding in.
The guitar sound from the other side of the stage coincided with this string of notes, combined with the girl's moving song, resounded through Aoki's ears.
Music always has the power to hit the heart. It can make people excited, or calm, or give you comfort when you are sad, or give you hope when you are desperate.
Such music is intoxicating.
Aoki wants to drink very much. His eyes are full of drunkenness.
He put his arms around the woman whose body was full of fragrance and put the woman's face in front of him.
The light was dim, and he still couldn't see the woman's face, only a vague outline.
”Miss, what do you want to do?” Aoki asked again.
”What do you say?” the woman was still giggling and spitting on Qingmu's face.
”One hundred and five.” Aoki said.
The woman was stunned and said, ”what do you think of me? Am I so worthless?” her voice was sticky and wanted to refuse.
”One hundred and five.” Aoki said again.
The woman suddenly realized something and laughed, ”what did you say?”
Aoki said with a smile, ”I said, the store is closing. Please check out quickly. It's 150!”
In the dim light, a pair of beautiful and slightly frightened eyes and two pink lips opened slightly like a rose bud in May: ”you are the awakener.”
Her voice trembled with a little excitement and a few hidden grievances, like a resentful woman who had just met her husband who had been away from home for many years.
It was Aoki's turn to be surprised: ”what did you say?”
He let go of his hand around the woman's neck.
The woman's body fell softly and fell into his arms.
”Stop pretending! Your spiritual power is beyond my imagination.” the woman leaned in his arms. ”Who can not be confused by the stimulation of the senses, the enjoyment of the body, and the world outside the soul?”
”I don't know what you're talking about. If there is such a person, it's either immortal or wood.” Aoki inexplicably remembered Liu Xiahui and imagined the feeling of the famous gentleman at that time.
If you don't do anything, you don't necessarily want nothing. The surface of peace, the heart may not be suffering.
It's not easy for the ancients! He sighed with emotion.
”So are you an immortal or a wood? Oh, by the way, you are a wood, because your name is wood.” the woman stood up and giggled.
”Who the hell are you?” Aoki carefully distinguishes a woman's facial features, hoping to get some information from it.
The woman dipped her finger in some wine, wrote a Z on the table, and connected the two ends of the Z word, looking like a flat head and flat foot 8.
This symbol, in Aoki's eyes, gradually becomes alive, like an hourglass of time, constantly rolling and flowing.
What a familiar symbol!
Some memory cells in Aoki's brain that haven't been touched for a long time have faint signs of activation, but it's so painful! He is a lazy man, too lazy to do or think.
The woman leaned over again, lying on Qingmu's shoulder and looking at the direction of the stage: ”the dreamy beauty on the stage is also your masterpiece?”
”Oh, that's none of my business -”
Before Aoki finished his words, a loud, harsh sound of broken glass interrupted him.
”Hello! This is a bar, not a nightclub!”
Lifetime flower patted the table, because the force was too strong, the two goblets on the table were knocked down and rolled to the ground, leaving broken glass on the ground.
”I've been watching you for a long time. I'm going to open a room in the hotel next door. Shit!”
Aoki felt more wronged than Dou E and looked out of the window to see if it was snowing.
”Oh, what a big vinegar!” the woman looked at the forked, angry and difficult to distinguish between male and female boss (mother) in the distance, and then looked at Qingmu, ”unique taste! No wonder...”
She stood up and turned towards the door.