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Chapter 43 Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio: Complete Modernization II: The Head of a Beauty

Short Stories by Ni Kuang 倪匡 1928Words 2023-02-05
The inn is a halfway station for travelers, it is a very wonderful place, many travelers gather together, only at that moment, once it is over, they go their separate ways, maybe they will never have the chance to meet again in this lifetime.Perhaps precisely because of this, the conversation between travelers is free from fear, without worrying about the consequences, and without putting on a mask to cover up one's true face, so the topics are also very direct, very naked, and very rough. All inns have a place for many travelers to gather, drink and chat. This inn is no exception, it can be regarded as a shop.The inn is small. On one side of the inn, there is a board wall connected to the neighbors. The board wall is quite old, and there are round holes left by fallen wooden knots. It looks like strange eyes watching the night in the inn. Different people come and go, one night and one night, the scene looks almost the same, but in fact, every night is very different.

It's time to get drunk, and the content of the conversation has gradually become rough.When a large group of men are together, the wine makes the melancholy more intense, and the nostalgia makes the mood more melancholy. The content of the conversation, besides women, can there be anything new? The owner of the store is used to this kind of scene, he always just sits quietly behind the counter, and when he sees someone shaking the empty flagon, he will go out, take the empty flagon, and fill it up. , or take out a few dishes of side dishes with wine, put them on the table, and make a generous gesture, which means that it is some meaning of the small shop, and it is not a gesture of respect.

A tall man with a greasy gleam of obscenity all over his face, small white foam gushing out from his lips when he moved his lips, he was describing in detail the The work of a local prostitute, the conclusion is: his grandma's eyes have to be tied up, a sow is just a sow, but it can really, really can The listeners keep their eyes straight, no matter whether they are drinking alcohol or not drinking alcohol or are drinking alcohol, the Adam's apple moves up and down, from the lungs (or other parts) through the larynx, making a vague sound between men and men. You can understand the meaning of that ambiguous voice.

Then, when the narrator comes to the point, there is a burst of laughter, which is naturally mixed with all kinds of foul language. But, all of a sudden, all voices fell silent, and at that moment, everyone held their breath and stared at the board wall. A hand was stretched out through a hole in the board wall where a knot had fallen off. . The eyelet is quite small, and the hand should not be able to reach it, but once you see the hand, who cares whether the eyelet is big or small! That hand is too attractive, with long pointed nails, slender and white fingers, not at all revealing, the nails are painted with attractive red flower juice, and the arms are plump just right. After stretching out the whole hand, I made a few very The imaginative gesture made everyone swallow their saliva, and then the hand continued to stretch out, making the heart beat faster.Among all kinds of voices that are not language, but represent a certain meaning, the whole pink and greasy, snowy, creamy, white and tender, round and juicy arm is presented in front of everyone.

Under the light, the temptation of that arm makes people blush, what everyone thinks of is to put such an arm on the mat, hold it in their arms, turn around and don't know who started it, and suddenly everyone howls There was a sound, and two people rushed over, trying to grab the arm, but the arm immediately retracted, and one of the two people yelled: Shame on you?Only the hands are good-looking, but the face can't see people? As soon as the shouting stopped, the shop suddenly fell silent again. A woman's head stretched out from the other side of the board wall. Naturally, no one would explore how it came out.When she stretched out her face, she only saw her shiny black long hair tied in a fluffy bun, half of her snow-white neck was outside, and half was still inside the board wall.

Then, she slowly raised her head and looked at everyone. It seemed that dozens of pairs of giant candles had suddenly been added to the shop. Everyone's eyes lit up, their hearts were shaken, and their eyes were fixed on her face, and it was difficult to move away. go. What kind of beautiful face is this, like a poem, a picture, a dream, and an illusion.When the eye waves flow, there is the power to seduce the soul; when the smile spreads suddenly, there is the ability to suffocate the blood.The tip of her eyebrows raised slightly, and everyone involuntarily made a sound of questioning, and the corner of her mouth sank slightly, and everyone yelled a question of concern.Her cheeks were so tender that she didn't even dare to breathe. The two people in front of the board wall were the closest to her, they couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Among the many people, there is one person, whether he is fascinated by beauty or not at all, and keeps awake.I don't know if it's because the teasing eyes of the beauty made him unbearable, or if that look aroused the sadness deep in his heart, or if the beauty's expression ignited the anger in his heart, or reminded him I don't want to remember the past. In short, he yelled, pulled out his saber, and jumped forward. The blade was sharp, and he stuck to the board wall. With all his strength, he slashed with the knife, and the blood gushed out. , so people never get tired of it, such a seductive smile!

Behind the walls is an empty room, and there is no body in the empty room. Within a hundred miles, no one knew who this beauty was. Within a hundred miles, no one was missing. The beauty's head that had been chopped off kept that smile all the time, it was heartbreaking to see. The man who wielded the knife hugged the beauty's head and wept every day.What he was thinking, no one knew, and how the beauty's head came about, no one knew. By the way, what about that arm?No, no more arms.
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