After he sobers up, he won't remember my existence at all. But to me, his hoarse voice, poignant eyes, and the warmth in his arms are like a mark that is neither shallow nor deep, ironing something in my heart.
corner.
I, Gong Yueyue, probably go crazy because I miss men! What is it like to be such an inexplicable nymphomaniac?! It’s only been a year since Mingming and Jiang Haoran were forced to separate, so why does it seem like the world has passed?
I asked myself why I had such an inexplicable emotion towards a stranger? I am not a sentimental person, nor am I a person who cannot bear loneliness. Sometimes I even doubt everything that happened that night
, it was simply a dream caused by the cold in my brain, just like the person who hugged me in the dream when I was seriously ill...
But half a year later, I met the old man at night and his son Da Shuan, who was a government servant, on the road. A brief greeting and conversation dispelled my doubts. The snow and the drunkard were both real.
They have appeared in my life and disappeared in a hurry.
There was a trace of inexplicable joy in my heart. In such an era that does not belong to me at all, having someone who can affect my thoughts would not make me too lonely.
This chance encounter with Uncle Fu and his son also brought me an unexpected gain. That was a job opportunity that made me more satisfied - cleaning and washing dishes in the government office.
Although the salary is about the same as that in a restaurant, the good thing is that food and accommodation are provided, and after all, the work of the government is not as onerous and complicated as that in a restaurant.
With Da Shuanzi acting as a recommender for me and me being considered a smart person, it didn't take much effort for me to become an official official handyman.
Although I could often hear her sobbing quietly in her sleep at night. But during the day, people could only see her being lively and smiling like the sun.
"You must be childhood sweethearts, right?" On a leisurely night, I didn't know where I was wrong, so I asked such a rash question.
I thought it would make her unhappy, but she actually covered her mouth and laughed: "No way. I have never seen him before we got married."
"Uh..." I was embarrassed and confused.
But she simply sat up from the bed, hugged the pillow and said with interest: "But you know, from the moment he lifted my hijab, I knew that I was destined to fall into his hands for the rest of my life."
Looking at the stubborn smile on her face, I felt a little pain in my heart, and murmured: "It's so magical... It's love at first sight..."
"I don't understand love at first sight." She was still smiling, falling into the sweet and sad memories: "I only know that he is the first person I like. The first time I was flustered, the first time I was attracted
When a man holds hands while walking, I no longer feel scared when thunder hits for the first time, it’s all because of him. He gave me so many firsts that I’m afraid I’ll never forget them in my life.”
That night, I had two very clear dreams in succession. In the first dream, I was sitting in a sedan chair dressed in auspicious clothes, with a hijab covering everything in front of me. Suddenly a big hand appeared on my side.
In sight, he took my hand and led me out of the sedan chair. I remembered that the hand was dry and refreshing, with some calluses in the palm, but the back of the hand was smooth and white, and it was extremely beautiful. I suddenly opened the hijab, trying to see clearly
His face, but immediately woke up.
I fell asleep again, but fell into another strange dream. In a dark room, with lightning and thunder outside the window, I curled up in a ball while sleeping on the bed.
"Are you scared?" A man's voice suddenly sounded, and it sounded familiar. But for a while, I couldn't remember where I heard it.
"Yeah." In the dream, I seemed to be completely out of control of my consciousness, so I responded in a low voice.
As soon as I finished speaking, a figure wearing a white silk gown came towards me from the darkness with bare feet. Long and straight legs, tight and toned mermaid lines, beautifully shaped abdominal muscles, and... and...
I'm getting closer and closer, and I can't look straight at...what's inside.
No matter how good your figure is, you still have to put on your clothes first, brother! How horny am I to have such a simple, rough and unabashed erotic dream!
Except for his height, this man is not Jiang Haoran in any aspect. However! But! But! Not only did I not have the slightest resistance or disgust, on the contrary, it was undeniable that I had shameful expectations for what might happen next.
feel.
But the development of dreams often does not follow people's wishes. This guy who could never see his face clearly never crossed the thunder pond. He just lay down beside me silently and held me in his arms.
I, Gong Yueyue, am not a vegetarian either. Since God took pity on me being single and gave me such a disheveled world-class male model as the lover of my dreams, do I still need to waste everything? That’s right, it’s just a dream anyway!
I refueled myself and pumped myself up, and I was about to unleash my bestiality to poison the beautiful man. But I suddenly smelled a smell on the tip of my nose that made me instantly regain my senses. It was the smell emanating from his body, hair and skin, similar to sandalwood.
of fragrance.
What is the relationship between these two, or rather this one man, and me?
For a long period of time in the following days, these questions entangled all my consciousness like poisonous snakes. They made me unable to eat and sleep at night. After a few days, I felt as if I was out of love.
I don’t want to trouble myself and get entangled in these questions that never seem to have answers, but about that smell and that man’s dream, they enter my sleep from time to time, making me more and more unable to ignore it. The most difficult thing for me to understand is
, every time I couldn't see his face clearly. The closest to his true face was like a thick layer of fog covering his face, and I could only see an outline.
Occasionally, I still think of the down-and-out man who mourned his dead wife in the snow. I also hypothesized whether he might be the person in my dream. But I made some assumptions and finally decided to give up on this hypothesis. First of all, he
My wife is deceased, but I am still alive and kicking in this world. Secondly, although I cannot see the face of the man in the dream clearly, I can be sure that he is white all over, without any blemishes from his shoulders to his toes.
Unlike that mad man, his wrists alone were covered in scars. I still remember when I put my cotton coat on him that day, I accidentally saw a scar as thick as a thumb under his collarbone.
I am more inclined to another conclusion - this madman is most likely the young general Zhao Changyuan that people praise so much. Even though the young general Zhao in people's memory has a face as beautiful as a crown jewel and eyes as bright as stars, he is a human being.
The handsome man who received likes is very different from the crazy man with a sloppy image and bad smell in my memory...
But everything must be based on evidence, not just speculation. Besides, who he is has nothing to do with me. Just like the little general named Zhao, in other people's mouths, in my eyes, he is just a legend.
They are just colorful fighting heroes. I can look up to them and praise them, but in the end they have nothing to do with me.
The madman belongs to his dead wife. The general belongs to his wife. And who do I belong to? Who belongs to me? Or in this world, I have never been just one person...
When I finally thought about this, all the entanglements and speculations became calm and clear with despair. No matter what this body was like before, for now, I am just Gong Yueyue. In this world, I am indeed just one person.
.My parents and my lover are all a thousand years away. Since I am living in this world with my soul, I shouldn’t dwell on the past anymore.
As for those dreams, just regard them as gifts from God.
Even if time goes back a thousand years, the SIRs have transformed into government agents. Apart from investigating cases and handling errands, showing off and talking are also an indispensable pastime.
During the day, Widow Ji loved to listen to men gossiping. At night, she couldn't help but broadcast it in front of me.
Although I am not a gossip, I can understand the inner loneliness of Widow Ji. She likes to talk, so I just accept it as a qualified listener. What's more, the things she says are not all trivial.
Among them, there are some current affairs in Zhao Dynasty. I am afraid that only people in the government can find out about them. It is difficult for the common people of Zhao to find out.
For example, Concubine Ke Guifei, who had been favored by the emperor for several years, was demoted to the cold palace overnight. The reason was that a chamberlain named Tong Qian discovered a chronic poison in her palace.
On the surface, this matter is just a pink case similar to those in palace dramas where love, murder, favor and humiliation are entangled. But the series of chain reactions that followed made those who were interested in it unable to help but think more.
The day after Concubine Ke's tragedy, Xu Jing, the commander of the Imperial Guard Army, who was Concubine Ke's distant cousin, was dismissed from his official post and sent to Kaifeng Mansion Prison for trial. There were more than 100,000 imperial guardsmen in the palace and imperial guards outside the palace.
They were all handed over to a general named Han Chenglie to take command of them. It is said that this position originally belonged to General Han. Xu Jing relied on the power of the imperial concubine to squeeze Han Chenglie out. Unexpectedly, before two years passed, the property returned to its original owner.
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Not only that, at the same time that Xu Jing's house was ransacked, a large number of civil and military officials, such as Zheng Yu, the minister of Dali Temple, and Lu Wenzheng, the governor of Kaifeng, were all stripped of their official positions and became prisoners of the lower ranks. The widows of the season and the men in the yamen
When I told me about the past of these people, I vaguely discovered a coincidence. These people used to be other people's lieutenants. After Concubine Ke accepted the favor, they successively started to play counterattack and pulled down their original bosses.
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The current situation is really a bit like the mistress turning traitor and the main wife returning home.
After hearing about these current affairs news, I felt funny in my heart, and I couldn't help but say: "Our emperor is really interesting. He activated the removal, and then activated it again after the removal. Isn't he slapping himself in the mouth with a bow and a bow?
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The surrounding government officials and police officers were shocked, and Widow Ji pinched me hard: "Shh, you damn girl, can you pay more attention to what you say? Don't you know that trouble comes from your mouth?"
I knew I had made a mistake, so I just stuck out my tongue and made a face. (To be continued)