What will you find when you climb the stone tower, and what will happen?
No way of knowing.
Luoyang was a little nervous. He took a deep breath to relax his tense nerves before stepping onto the stone steps leading to the top.
A hand suddenly grabbed his hand.
That was Fatima's hand, which was a little cold. She looked nervous and scared.
Luoyang smiled at her: "Don't worry, don't be afraid, let's go up."
"Luo, remember your promise to me, you will kill me if necessary." Fatima said.
This is not the first time she has been reminded.
Every time he faced this kind of reminder from her, Luoyang felt very uncomfortable, but he still nodded: "If...I can't save you in the end, I will kill you."
A forced smile appeared on Fatima's lips.
"Let's go up." Luoyang couldn't face her tragic smile.
But Fatima said: "Please stay with me and talk some more. After we go up... that may be my final stop. I want you to stay with me again."
This place is dangerous, and it will become more dangerous if you stay a little longer. But faced with such a request, Luoyang could not refuse.
"Well, let's chat before going up." Luoyang simply sat on the first stone step.
Before he could send out the invitation, Fatima came over, sat down next to him, and then looked at him.
Luoyang's lips moved, trying to find a topic, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, and his brain was a little short-circuited.
"Luo, do you have a wife?" Fatima asked for a topic.
"I have two girlfriends, one is named Bai Jing and the other is Baili Jianjia. I call them Dabai and Xiaobai." Luoyang didn't hide it either.
Facing such a pure and sad Persian girl, he really couldn't bear to lie and deceive others.
"As far as I know, China does not allow marrying two women. How can you marry them?" Fatima looked into Luoyang's eyes, expecting the answer.
Luoyang thought for a moment: "I don't know, just let them arrange it. They can get married however they want, even without a certificate. I think the most important thing for a man and a woman to be together is to love each other. To me, it's a big deal
Xiaobai is not only my lover, but also my relative."
"It would be great if you were a Persian man. You can marry four here, and your worries will no longer be worries." There was a smile on Fatima's lips.
"I can't be a Persian man. When we go out, you can go to China with me and I will introduce them to you."
"Luo, are you hinting at something?"
Luoyang was stunned for a moment, was I hinting at something to her? Why didn't I know?
Fatima looked straight into Luo Yang's eyes: "Luo, I asked you a question before, but you never answered me. This may be our last conversation. Can you tell me the answer?"
"What's the problem?" Luoyang really didn't know what the problem was.
The corner of Fatima's mouth raised a slight arc: "I asked you before, assuming I survive, what are you going to do?"
"I will take you out of Persia, and you can go wherever you want."
"Is it okay to go to your house?"
Luoyang didn't know how to answer.
Fatima said: "Luo, I am a Persian woman. I cover my face when I walk on the street, but you looked at my body and took pictures. According to our customs, only my body is covered."
Your husband can do such a thing, and I am already your substantial woman, what do you think you should do?" Luoyang was two years old.
He had not thought about this, but he knew that what Fatima said was the truth. In Persia, his previous actions were considered de facto conjugal actions, equivalent to the Chinese "Rites of Zhou Gong", "bridal chamber flowers and candles" and so on.
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Although this was a bit unfair for a Chinese man, and from the beginning to the end he was out of kindness and wanted to get her out of the pit of fire.
"Luo, I don't have much time, can't you answer my questions seriously?" Fatima's eyes were filled with tears, looking very sad.
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Luoyang felt uncomfortable when he saw her like this, and he didn't care about all that. He said to himself: "I will be responsible for my actions. If you want to live in my home, then you can live in my home. You
You can be in any capacity you want."
hostess?
friend?
Cooperation partners?
Either way.
Let’s settle the matter at hand first.
A smile appeared on Fatima's face: "I'm so glad that you are not that kind of irresponsible scumbag. You have tried your best to protect me all the way here. As a Persian woman, I am very satisfied."
The more she talked, the heavier Luoyang's heart became.
"Luo, I have never been in love, what is it like?"
Luoyang thought for a moment: "It's that sweet, sour, warm feeling of wanting to be together all the time."
"Luo, can you hug me?" Fatima's eyes were full of expectation.
Luoyang nodded.
He is not an affectionate person, nor does he have love for her, but more sympathy, but he does not want to refuse her request.
Fatima stood up.
Luoyang thought she was going to stand and hug her, so he was about to stand up, but before he could stand up, Fatima sat on his lap.
The pear is so big.
This pear is extremely mature and will leave a pit when pressed lightly, but it also has considerable elasticity.
Luoyang's nerves suddenly became tense, all over his body.
Fatima's upper body tilted over and nestled in Luoyang's arms. A face with extremely beautiful lines was also pressed against Luoyang's face.
"Luo, I feel the feeling you mentioned, sweet, sour and warm."
It's really pitiful that such a big girl has never experienced the feeling of love until now. It's also a waste of natural resources. If a beauty like her were released to China, the people who pursue her would probably fill a whole train of high-speed trains. The conditions for her mate selection are also inevitable.
It will be very high, and men with no money and no looks can’t even think about it.
Luoyang's hand raised and wrapped around her waist.
This is definitely not because he wants to take advantage, but because he wants to give her a better experience in dating.
He has a kind heart and is both moral and artistic. There is nothing wrong with these kind words about him.
only……
A strange expression suddenly appeared on Fatima's face. She seemed to feel something. Then she gently lifted the big pear up a little, and then put it down again.
Luoyang also had a complex and strange expression on his face, but he held it back and did nothing.
"Luo, what is that?" Fatima looked at Luoyang, her eyes full of curiosity.
"Um, what is that?" Luoyang looked very pure. When the teacher asked this question when he was a child, he didn't know what he was like now.
Fatima moved.
Luoyang gritted his teeth and endured it. What was even more valuable was that his face still looked very pure.
"Is it it?" Fatima suddenly asked.
Luoyang: "?"
This was not pretending to be pure, this was real purity. He really didn't know what she was talking about.
Fatima blushed and hesitated before speaking: "Luo, did you bring a pen?"
Luoyang suddenly realized, and suddenly remembered that he really brought a ballpoint pen with him when he came out this time. He thought that he might need to copy after coming to Shizhongcheng, so he prepared one.
"Yes, I brought a ballpoint pen."
"Can I see it?"
Luoyang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
This Persian girl is so pitiful, let's grant her wish.
Luoyang reached out to take out the ballpoint pen, but it was not convenient for Fatima to sit on his lap. But without him opening his mouth, Fatima got off him and sat next to him again, biting her lower lip with her silver teeth.
His eyes were full of expectation.
Luoyang reached into his trouser pocket and took out the ballpoint pen.
Fatima stared at it, seeming to be studying the structure of the ballpoint pen made in China.
Luoyang felt awkward holding the ballpoint pen. He wanted to ask her several times if she could see clearly, but he swallowed the words again.
"Lo, can I take it?" Fatima asked.
"Yeah, okay." Luoyang agreed.
Fatima reached over and grabbed the ballpoint pen, pressed the switch, and the pen tip popped out.
The pen tip is a little oily.
However, this is a normal situation. If the pen tip of the ballpoint pen does not leak oil, it will not be able to write. A good ballpoint pen should not only have good spring elasticity and good pen tip, but more importantly, the oil should leak smoothly.
Fatima held a ballpoint pen and wrote a word in her palm.
Luoyang frowned, he wanted to know what she wrote, but what she wrote should be a Persian word, with complicated twists and turns, and he couldn't guess it.
"Okay, put it away." Fatima put down the ballpoint pen.
Luoyang breathed a long sigh of relief, and was secretly glad that she didn't ask to put this pen in her pencil case. If that was the case, he wouldn't know whether to refuse or to give it to her generously.
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Luoyang put the ballpoint pen back in his trouser pocket and was about to stand up to go up to the tower when he saw Fatima's head leaning a little closer to him, her small chin raised slightly, her blue eyes closed slightly, and her plump lips pursed slightly.
Beeped.
What is this for?
But before Luoyang could figure it out, Fatima couldn't wait for Luoyang's response. She opened her eyes, bravely moved closer, and pressed her lips against Luoyang's lips.
Luoyang did not dodge because it was not necessary.
Moreover, he also wanted to give her a complete love experience.
A Persian girl in her twenties has a blank love history. If she falls in love and doesn't even receive a kiss, what kind of love is that?
Fatima's pretty face turned red to her ears, and she made a vague sound in her throat.
Luoyang cooperated with her.
There is no evil thought in his heart, he is truly a man of both virtue and art.
Almost two minutes later, Fatima took the initiative to withdraw, stood up, and ran up the stone tower as if she was running away.
"Wait for me." Luoyang stood up and chased after him.
"I'll go ahead." Fatima climbed faster, "Luo, thank you for letting me experience the feeling of love. In this case, I have no regrets, but don't hesitate when you do it later."