Three Dialects of Xi Shi in Liaozhai
This man is a businessman. He likes seafood. He always likes to visit the same seafood restaurant, whether he wants to socialize at work or relax in his spare time. Because that family's Xishi Tongue is a special dish, which is very delicious. That clam is fresh, fragrant, smooth and tender, and its lips and teeth are fragrant. There are small flowers there.
Xiaohua is the little sister of a seafood shop. Her beautiful peach face seems to be more tender than fresh seafood. What beautiful seafood. He is married, but he hasn't changed his mind. Xiaohua has no culture, but she is young and beautiful. In the long run, the two of them are somewhat unclear.
The one at home is not a dead man, but a woman. A woman's heart is thinner than a needle, and no matter how thick the seafood on her husband is, it can't hide the coquettish charm of a fox. She is a full-time wife. Although she was a college graduate at first, she quit her job after getting married and concentrated on tutoring her children. For many years, I only walked around the pots and pans at home. Killing chickens and fish every day is not without the idea of killing husbands.
She just held back. She kept quiet, was more gentle and considerate to him, and even worked harder at washing dishes. Didn't you say that if you want to catch a man's heart, you must first catch a man's stomach? As he ate out secretly, she tried her best to cook and wait for him to go home for dinner.
But it's no use. She is old, no matter how she is maintained and dressed up, no matter how charming she is, how can she compare with her 20-year-old figure and skin? 20 years old, the same age as flowers! That taste, men rarely have brittle bones.
It's no exaggeration. She saw it with her own eyes That day, she secretly followed the dead man. I saw him flirting with little * * *, and I saw little * * * flirting with him. Finally, the two actually kissed goodbye in the street. Shame on you, you are so old, you are still brushing your teeth and kissing so French.
How long has it been since this man kissed her? Even if he did, he just touched her lips in a hurry before going out, perfunctory. She gnashed her teeth with hate as she watched. I was so angry that I took off my wedding ring and threw it into the roadside drain. The sound tinkled clearly, but the dog men and women who hugged and kissed didn't realize it.
He came home late that night and she came back later than him. After so many years of marriage, she has always been a virtuous housekeeper. She always gets everything ready before he gets off work. When he came home, she gave him towels, slippers and a cup of carefully brewed hot tea. I have never been home later than my husband.
But it doesn't matter if she's not at home. The man didn't even notice that her wedding ring was missing. He ignored her so much. What's the point of being married for so many years? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and now he can only see the little guy.
Even when I saw her coming back tired, I just asked faintly, "What did you do?"
"There is a very unique dish, which took a long time and took a lot of effort. I'll make it right away so that you can eat it while it's hot. "
"No, I have already eaten." The man refused.
Doesn't she know that he has already eaten? She clearly saw it with her own eyes But she didn't say anything, just smiled sadly, and then made a fire to cook. Cooking was originally her lifelong career, and she ran it day after day. Now that it finally came in handy, she naturally took out the skills she had worked hard to accumulate all her life.
That dish is really delicious, star anise, fennel, pepper, garlic, ginger, chives, and good Shaoxing rice wine. They met and intertwined, they were still in dire straits, and they lived and died together, just to make a positive result. You have me and I have you. You are strong and I am strong, just to fulfill blind admirers. Therefore, food seems to have a spirit that the seduced cannot stop. Finally, the man's glutton was recruited and he couldn't help tasting it.
How long has it been since I had a good meal at home? I actually had a sweaty meal. The air conditioner is obviously on at home, and the temperature is quite low. The food is really fresh and spicy.
I just swallowed my tongue, and it was cut very thin, so I accidentally bit it. Blood suddenly poured out, and his mouth was red and sweet, and the taste was indescribable and almost strange.
She is already covered with oil smoke and sweat, and her young face seems to be yellow with fireworks. The man looked at her like this, and his heart flashed a trace of guilt. She used to be beautiful, too, and her watery face was fragile. But now everything is different. He remembered Xiaohua's face. It's true: he will fall into the water as soon as he pinches it.
The guilt in his heart just flashed, but the chopsticks in his hand couldn't stop. I really don't know what it is, such a delicate and attractive pink, like a peach blossom in full bloom in April, like a fresh strawberry just picked, and like a delicate rouge on the small mouth of a cherry. There is only a small dish, which is a thin thread, shiny and more beautiful. It is surrounded by blue and white fine porcelain and coriander leaves. It's green and beautiful.
Fragrant, fresh, sweet, beautiful, tender, smooth and fat, it melts in the mouth. A little spicy, but more delicious.
He is really fascinated by eating. Delicious food seems to be more attractive and attractive than a girl's beautiful body. Soon they were all killed, leaving none behind.
"What is it? It's delicious! " After eating, I remembered to ask this sentence with satisfaction.
"Is it delicious?" She asked him with a smile.
Suddenly, he gave a cold shudder. Is the indoor air conditioner too cold? But he still smiled and replied, "delicious." He recalled the wonderful taste and really enjoyed it, as if the satisfaction after sex had made him completely comfortable, but he was already weak and seemed to have been completely hollowed out. Also, food and beautiful women really have something in common, which makes people unable to extricate themselves.
"That's the * * * tongue!" She still smiled, first sneering, then laughing. She finally got over it.
You are so greedy for that little * * * tongue that you put it in your mouth and kiss it affectionately, which is why you swallow it.
She hates it, and the small tongue that she cut very thin is almost vicious. Every knife carries hatred, which is too thick to melt. How can I not hate it? This is revenge on my husband. The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
It turned out that she saw her husband's betrayal with her own eyes, and the more she thought about it, the more she hated it. Just buy the murder weapon, wait for her husband to leave, and then get even with the little one.
This little * * * has a guilty conscience. When she saw this man's wife, she naturally resented it, and she hated this little * * * for so long. Obviously, she came prepared and killed her with one knife. It turns out that killing people is not much more difficult than wiping the necks of chickens and ducks. This is just the kitchen knife she often holds on weekdays, as an ordinary kitchen utensil. It is unusual to be honest on weekdays, but it is so terrible to launch a malicious attack.
Then she cut off the fox's tongue, cut it into filaments, cooked it carefully and sent it into its mouth. Then the clove tongue he once tasted really made him enjoy it infinitely.
Now she just smiled and watched him suddenly turn pale and vomit on the ground, just like that old and humble wild dog, very sad.
Such a small shredded pork, he is so eager to devour it, it is too late to save it now. I don't even spit, I dig my throat with my fingers, but I can't dig anything out, only disgusting retching. ...
He is a legend in the university campus. He has long hair, plays the guitar well and has a handsome and cold face. I seldom laugh, but when I laugh, I feel innocent and evil, as sweet as a child who has just done something bad and is extremely proud of his success.
She is another legend in the school. The headmaster's daughter, the result is naturally impeccable. Has a beautiful and gentle appearance, elegant temperament. What is even more rare is a natural and docile good temper. Beautiful corners of the mouth always have a soft smile and are gentle to everyone. She is a very popular girl.
Although they are such different people, everyone likes them very much. Many people hope that these two legends can one day merge into a common legend that belongs only to them. It must be an earth-shattering and vigorous love of the whole city.
She really loves him. She fell in love with him from the first time she met him. In her teenage life, she had never seen such a person. He is like a fresh and unrestrained cool breeze in the wilderness, and he doesn't feel that he has blown through the calm and ancient lake, causing countless ripples. The girl's lonely and mysterious heart fell in despair.
Every day, when he came into the classroom, she began to learn from him. Every day, she will arrange time to "meet unexpectedly" with him at the door of the classroom, just to smile and say to him gently, "Hi, what a coincidence." But he always looks indifferent and doesn't lie.
Skipping classes is a common occurrence for him. On weekdays, he takes guitar more times than books. However, he is really smart, and he won't fly very low in every exam. The result always surprises the teacher who is sure that he will fail and makes the diligent students jealous. She would often skip classes, go out from the window of the auditorium and listen to him play the guitar quietly. But I never had the courage to go in and watch him practice.
She even practices his expression in front of the mirror every day, which is his signature expression and her love. His mouth slightly rises, a little cynical. She likes him more and more. If she loves him, will she become him? But it is always intentional, and the water is ruthless.
Later, during the celebration, he was dragged onto the stage by his classmates and sang a song. He was immediately discovered by scouts and became a popular Junior Idol. I don't know how many girls have been fascinated by those unruly but clear and cold eyes. They all say that it is moving, and it is even more moving to be ruthless.
When others made their debut, they were very clever and obedient. What the media says is what it is. You must apologize if you don't like it. As newcomers, we should compromise. But he's different. He always looks at people with cold Zhang Jun's face and long and narrow eyes. He usually doesn't like to talk. If the reporter makes him unhappy, he will break his guitar and even call names. The more rebellious and arrogant he is, the more people like him. They say it's cool, it's personality.
Since he became famous, it seems that there are endless announcements and endless publicity every day. The distance between her and him is naturally getting farther and farther. No, maybe it never got close, but now it's pulled further. However, she refused to change her mind. She waits for him downstairs in his dormitory every night and hands him a letter.
Sometimes when he doesn't come home all night, she will wait until dawn the next day. Just like this star is not the wind and dew of last night, who is standing in the middle of the night?
Even if he came back occasionally, he took her letter without saying a word and tore it up in front of her without looking.
On the light purple envelope, his name was neatly written in handsome and firm handwriting. It is written in pure blue pen ink, and every word is like a shiny sapphire.
When he mercilessly tore it open, pink cherry blossoms, pure white jasmine, gorgeous red leaves and golden wintersweet would float out of the envelope, which changed with the seasons. The only constant is plain white stationery, which always has a faint and pleasant fragrance. The small print on the red note, originally described as a bad business, is a sensitive and slender girl's heart, but like him, she never knows how to cherish it.
For four years, she wrote him a letter for four years. Writing is always so gentle, calm, implicit and smooth, which is her style. However, her handwriting has changed from regular regular script to wild grass, perhaps because her heart has been suffering from pain and depression, and her forbearance has nowhere to vent. The word forbearance is always a knife in the heart.
In the third year of high school, the students began to get busy, either taking the postgraduate entrance examination and going to the next level, or practicing and contacting the future work unit. Only she is still full of passion and persistence, and I believe he will be moved one day. That feeling of having a special liking for her heart has made her almost the biggest laughing stock in the school. No one looks at her with envy like in the past, but someone is pointing at her behind her back.
She can't take it anymore. She is such an excellent woman that she is still proud in her heart. She stood in the high teaching building of the school. She said that if he ignored her again, she would jump from there.
The school was a sensation. A large crowd gathered downstairs, including men and women, teachers and students. Everyone advised her not to do stupid things. Her father is a gentle headmaster with white hair. Seeing that his beloved daughter was bent on dying, his heart ached and his eyes ached. He pleaded with his daughter in a trembling voice, "Honey, don't. Little darling, be obedient. Dad will pick you up. " But she's different. From the day she met him, she abandoned her former gentleness and learned to be as ruthless as him.
She just smiled calmly, forbidding them from coming up and coming near her. As long as she sees him, she only has him in her heart, and she can only see him.
At this time, he is sitting in an expensive sports car to attend an important fan meeting. Seeing the crowd in front, he just told the driver to honk his horn to let everyone pass. Everyone patted the window and begged him to get off and persuade her. Even his agent was so worried that he had to have a look. He just asked coldly, "What's it to me? If she loves me, do I have to love her? " Even if I convince her now, do I have to give her a future? She won't jump, she's just threatening me. "He is a girl killer, and it is his career to reverse all living things. I don't know how many girls have their hearts tied to him. Can he repay him? Besides, he saw a lot of crying, making two kinds of sounds and hanging himself in his idol drama. How could he be moved?
It is also a painful thing to be ruthless but annoyed by feelings.
He didn't even look in her direction, then his car flew away. She stood on the roof, wearing only an ordinary white skirt, and her petite body was wrapped in the cold wind. A black hair was blown like duckweed, which made it sadder. That handsome face, which always looks calm, hides pain and despair, as well as unspeakable loneliness. Her little white hand was blue with cold in the cold wind raging in the tall building, and tightly twisted the corner of the skirt. She has been waiting for a word from him, even if it is only a word, she will have a reason to stay in this world. But he didn't say, he broke her last hope and weak chance of life.
"You are too arrogant." She finally died, accompanied by a scream, a voice of despair, and sad feelings. Jump from the upstairs. Her skirt was blown like a white flower in full bloom by the wind. Just after it was in full bloom, it had withered. Sad but ominous.
He looked back when he heard the sound, just in time to see her fall from the upstairs. Supposedly, she fell downstairs so fast, and his car was driving so fast. He couldn't see her face clearly in any case. But he just saw it. He saw her hair flying everywhere, like a poisonous snake on the head of Nemesis. What's more, I saw her big watery eyes that used to stare at him, full of resentment, and glared at him ruthlessly. Her cherry mouth opened and said to him, "You are too arrogant." In particular, the corners of her mouth rose slightly in Gherardini, such a cynical expression. At that moment, he seemed to see himself, which really made him creepy.
He was surprised and felt a strange chill coming towards him. But he still insisted on performing.
Not far behind the flying car, there is a large area of blood, as gorgeous as a large area of red roses in full bloom at the same time, as well as the body and mind of the girl withered everywhere. This is her last piece of writing paper. She wrote this with her own freshness. Deep down, red stationery is colorless. She forced him to look at it, but he still shrugged it off.
Bright lights, dynamic music and enthusiastic fans who are crazy about him are the absolute focus of the stage. As soon as he came to power, he forgot the trivial anxiety just now. I put my heart and soul into the performance. When the performance reached * * *, those fans simply forgot themselves, screamed loudly and clapped hard. They all seem to see only him. But he just closed his eyes and sang so beautifully. Even he is intoxicated. He has always been a very narcissistic person. He never sings for others. He was immersed in the affectionate world he created.
Suddenly, in that sweet little world, an ominous shadow flashed. A man is falling rapidly. Right at him. That's her.
She threw herself into the arms of death and stared at him with wide eyes, like a pair of eyes, rippling with pain and sadness. But her mouth was covered with a faint sneer, just like his sneer. She said to him, "You are too arrogant."
The fragrance wafted in the air and gradually spread. ...
He is familiar with this fragrance, which is the fragrance she usually uses in stationery. Although he has never read this letter at ordinary times, he has remembered the smell after tearing it for four years.
He suddenly felt cold from head to toe. ), here she comes, here she comes.
He quickly opened his eyes, trying to get rid of this sad and horrible scene. But when he opened his eyes, he found something even more terrible happened. He can't see, no, not all of it. This is more terrible than complete darkness.
He just can't see anyone. He saw several sets of clothes on chairs with rows of seats under the stage, without heads, hands and feet. But there are all kinds of shoes under the seat. At the same time, he heard warm applause from the empty seat. The music on the stage continues, but he can't sing any more. I can only shout in fear: "Ghost, ghost. I can't see anyone. " With his clear and moving voice, but the voice is no longer cold. Only infinite fear.
He widened his eyes that fascinated many people and tried to see someone clearly. But it's in vain. The bright and gorgeous lights on the stage became particularly cold and harsh. He heard the fans ask in fear, "What's the matter? What's wrong with you? " They even rushed to the stage to pull his feet and pants. He could feel it, but he just saw the suit reaching out and pulling him.
I also heard the footsteps of the staff coming towards him. That's the sound of leather shoes stepping on the stage. Knock, knock, knock. It's getting closer. But he just couldn't see anyone, only a suit and a pair of shoes came to him. He reached out anxiously to grab something, but since then he has become arrogant ... when she was born, her father brewed an altar of wine for her. This is the rule of Shaoxing people. If a girl is born at home, a jar of wine will be buried underground. That kind of wine has a nice name called Daughter Red. When it comes to light, it will be a big day for girls to get married.
But she is made up of different things. She was born in spring, when peach blossoms were in full bloom. The peach blossoms in her house are more enchanting, falling like red rain, and a few pieces fall into the jar. Dad looked at the bright pink floating in amber wine, which was really beautiful, so he named her pink.
When he was born, his father also brewed an altar of wine for him. The wine is called Zhuangyuanhong, which is used to celebrate the gold medal title of boys.
She was engaged to him since she was a child. When he was in high school, Daughter Hong and Zhuang Yuanhong would bloom together, and the fragrance would float out of the sky. He went to Beijing to catch the exam, and she used a small awning boat to see him off. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which are bathed in red relative to the water heating and mandarin ducks by the river. She is wearing a floral tsing yi. In order to paddle, a sleeve rolled up slightly, revealing an arm as delicate and white as lotus root, wearing a jasper bracelet on it. Although it is not a good jade, it was given to her by him, and her name was engraved by him.
He looked at her and parted Bibo, handy, really? G is a kind of landscape green. I only feel that my heart is rippling, and the ripples hovering on the water seem to bloom in his heart.
"Duan Lang. I will send you here. " It will take a long time to see you off. She smiled at him, a pair of scissors-like autumn pupils, so dark and so bright.
He was so absorbed in reading that he forgot to answer the question. Tears began to appear in her eyes as she waited for his answer. He suddenly panicked and reached out to help her wipe away her tears. But sadness is the most afraid of pity. The more he rubs, the more she tears.
He had no choice but to bow his head and kiss her tears dry. She closed her eyes gently, but she clearly saw a lingering pink in front of her eyes. His kiss grew stronger and stronger, then slipped over her petal-like cheek and covered her cherry mouth wet with tears. He tasted her fragrance and sweetness, as well as the salty and sour taste of tears. At that moment, he felt that everything between heaven and earth had only one name, and that was happiness.
They can't stop, ecstatic, when, sweet bursa dark solution, streamer bright points. Spring boat is like sitting in the sky, and people in it become immortals. ...
"Duan Lang, I have a promise to you, so don't betray me." When she left, she whispered in his arms, her hair hanging over her shoulders. What is not pitiful? The willow is tender, the mountain is tender, and the water is tender, two of a kind.
He promised her a future. He said he would meet her and she would marry her. The peach blossom has blossomed and withered for three times. But the man in Peach's heart never came back except in a dream. The grass grows and the warblers fly in March, and thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red. In her eyes, it was just heartbreak. Poor peach blossom face, getting thinner every day.
She took the red girl to Hangzhou to find him, hoping that he would remember his oath.
But he's not who he used to be. The moon has been to the banquet in Qionglin. He is a protege of the son of heaven. He has already paid an audience with the assistant minister of Zhongshu, who is called Ziweilang. He is about to marry the prime minister's daughter. The young lady's name is Wei Zi. Wei Zihua is a perfect match for Ziweilang, but what about the previous pink?
He told her gracefully: "Li Taibai has a poem, rain can't fall into the sky, and it's hard to get it back."
She doesn't know who Li Taibai is, but she knows that her Duan Lang has changed. She tugged at his sleeve and begged, "Duan Lang, Duan Lang, I promise you ..."
"Why don't you understand? The past has passed. " He waved her hand impatiently. She never thought that he would work so hard. She just hugged the bottle of wine tightly. She was thrown to the ground by him, and the jade bracelet in her hand could not stand such a heavy knock and broke.
At that moment, all the happiness that two people had shared was destroyed by him. Never leave any room. People have changed their minds, which is not just breaking their promises. This is simply rude.
He ordered the servant to bring a basin of water to pour on her, and then left by himself. She watched him leave the ground and never looked back. Her heart is colder and wetter than her body. The outer building of Qingshan Building outside the mountain is the most famous restaurant in Hangzhou. She went to the restaurant with her daughter who had been buried in the altar for eighteen years. Everyone is discussing today's happy event enthusiastically. They all say it's a romantic story with perfect looks.
She bit her silver teeth and tore off the mud on the flower bed. Although the hands are hard, the face is deliberately silent. Just as he tore her heart mercilessly, he was so careless.
She drank the wine bitterly.
The wine in my hometown still tastes pure and simple, but the people in my hometown have changed. After a few drinks, two peach blossoms suddenly appeared on her face, which was even more charming. However, when the wine enters the heart, it seems that every drop is the torture of gouging out the heart and becomes the tears of acacia.
It's even more worrying to drown your sorrows in wine. This is the real bitter wine. She is alone now. Tears rolled down her sad pale face. Just wait for him quietly.
Come on, come on, finally. That's Duan Lang. She loved her since she was a child and entrusted herself to her, but now she has become someone else's groom. Satin boots, golden belt and red embroidered robe make him look particularly dazzling. Even at that time, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, so much. Unfortunately, he is too ungrateful.
"Duan Lang, I have given myself to you." Sad voice, desperate affection.
She jumped up with the jar in her arms. Her red dress blooms in the air like a flower, which is sad and ominous. The daughter in the bottle spilled red. It did not fall, but floated upward, like a sad red cloud, and finally formed a bloody rainbow, like a sad wound in the blue sky. Who says it can't rain in the sky, ask how the world is, ask people about life and death.
She hit the groom's official impartially. She finally threw herself into his arms, with a moth-like attitude of no regrets. She was passionate and happy, and finally threw herself into death, still steadfast. This is the real promise, and he finally belongs to her forever. No one can take him away from her again.
He fell off his horse, hit his head hard and died immediately. The liver and brain are everywhere. It's a mess.
As soon as the jar fell to the ground, the fragments turned into peach blossoms and drifted away with the wind, as if there was no trace. What broke on the ground was not a jar, but a withered heart.
The air was filled with the rich smell of wine, which took away the bloody viscosity.
She lies in his arms, her long hair hanging freely, and her appearance is still as beautiful as before, just like a sleeping peach blossom. ...
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