Entering the main building of the Su Family Courtyard, there is a living room that can accommodate a gathering of 500 people. There is a set of "Da Vinci" foreign sofas in the living room. Next to the foreign sofa is a gold-plated Venus de Milo.
Next to the statue of Venus is a magnificent dance floor. Next to the dance floor is a gold-plated mermaid statue. At the end of the mermaid statue is a wall with dahlia wallpaper and a huge photo hanging above the wallpaper.
She pretended that Mr. Su was walking with her on the beach, with blush on her face, and her skirt was blown up by the wind, revealing the glory of her legs. After a while, Li Xiang got a cup of coffee handed over by the host, British style, with a few strands of women floating over.
The smell of expensive perfume. Li Xiang looked at the woman who walked out of the photo and stood next to him, posing and wondering. Is she Mr. Su's daughter, lover or wife? Or is she the sweetheart kept by Mr. Su?
"My name is Connie. I am Mr. Su's little wife. I am 33 years old this year, 23 years younger than Mr. Su." Connie sat on the sofa, flicked her orchid fingers, picked up the coffee on the coffee table, and slowly opened the hourglass of memory.
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"I was born into an intellectual family. My father's name is Kang Youwen and my mother's name is Li Ruochan. When I was young, I was occupied by a county magistrate named Teng from Longyang County. Therefore, I was a stain left on my mother by him...
...I have known Mr. Su since I was a child. The relationship between me and Mr. Su is a relationship between capital and resources, a relationship between possessing and being possessed, a relationship between money and sex... I remember the spring of 2000,
It was my father's 66th birthday. Very few people came to celebrate his birthday. Only two of his educated youth who went to the mountains and countryside came, one was Su Huairen and the other was your father Li Moran. In the evening, everyone gathered around a table
When we went to dinner, my father was unhappy when he saw the sparse scene. He said that of the forty educated youths I had brought, only four came today: one is you Su Huairen, one is you Li Moran, and the other is Lu Caihong. Listen.
He said that you two were present, I was sorry to come, and made a phone call to say that he was here. The other one was Liu Xiuqin, who sent her son Lu Bing. I don’t know where he is now. He may be having an affair with my daughter.
My father laughed and cried, his face full of tears. He held the hands of two students and said that his home was like hell on earth - his wife had committed adultery all year round and now fled to California with Teng Sanyou. His son Kang Ping worked in the crematorium.
, burned the corpse at night, left home in the morning, drove a corpse truck, and chased the crows all day long, scaring the girls so much that they didn't dare propose marriage, and the people didn't even dare to come to the house.
When Li Moran heard this, his heart went up and down, and he comforted my father not to be angry, saying that there are two places in a person's life that he cannot avoid and must go to. One is the toilet and the other is the crematorium. People are born to be afraid of smells, and they cannot avoid going there just because they are afraid of smells.
Let’s go to the toilet. We are born to be afraid of death, so we can’t stop going to the crematorium just because we are afraid of death.
When Su Huairen heard this, he became emotional and lamented the loss of etiquette among worldly people. He expressed that he would reassign my brother to a new job. He also said that in the future, anyone who attends Teacher Kang's birthday party and educated youth gatherings will be rewarded with a gift of 10,000 yuan.
My father burst into tears with gratitude and re-planned my life with my brother. A few days later, Mr. Su and I took a plane to the Aegean Sea shown in the photo. Amidst the murmur of the waves, my youth could be broken by a bomb.
——Before that, I had feelings for Lu Bing, and I had a close relationship with me, and I had a kind of constant concern and a heart-wrenching love..."
"Oh, that's it! People, people..." Li Xiang hurt someone else's wound, felt guilty, thought for a long time, and planned to leave here first; "Aunt Kang, I'm sorry to disturb you, since Mr. Su doesn't
If you are at home, then I will come and visit you another day!"
"Don't worry, don't worry. Although Mr. Su is not at home, don't underestimate my role as a stepmother. When you see me, it's the same as seeing Mr. Su." Connie reached out and brushed her fluffy curly hair.
, casually picked up a lady's Moore cigarette scattered on the coffee table and clamped it between his lips. Seeing this, Li Xiang thought that Su Yue would be like this sometimes, so he quickly picked up a lighter placed on the coffee table and handed it over.
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Flaming red lips, curls of cigarettes, a charming scent of mature women, and the mint smell of cigarettes, like a rope, holding Li Xiang's breath, circulating in Li Xiang's body, making Li Xiang unable to stop. "Sit down.
Come on, let's talk to my sister. Look at this huge house. Except for the two stone lions outside the house, which are half-dead and doing no work, I don't even have anyone to talk to. Loneliness makes people feel trance-like.
, unable to wake up, unable to sleep, giving people a feeling like a thousand arrows piercing the heart..."
"What people fear most is not loneliness, but helplessness. Loneliness gives people the feeling of being wrapped in an empty shell and they can't get out; helplessness gives people the feeling of drowning, and they can't climb out even if they want to."
Li Xiang said, half teasingly and half humorously, "The real society is divided into two societies, the upper class and the lower class. People in the upper class are drunk and dreamy, so they are lonely. People in the lower class lack food and clothing, so they are helpless."
Nowadays, rich people are lonely and poor people are helpless. Old people are lonely and young people are helpless. Women are lonely and men are helpless. Lovers are lonely and wives are helpless."