Chapter 7 3 continued.About the opening of the ears

In fact, for her, the truly great era has yet to come.For the next two or three days, she let her ears show intermittently, and then she hid the glorious miracle shape behind her hair again, and she was an ordinary woman again.It was like taking off your coat temporarily in early March to test the temperature and putting it back on again. It's not time to show your ears.she says. You can't fully control yourself with your own strength. I'm fine.I said.She's also pretty good because her ears are hidden. ◇ Although she would occasionally show her ears for me to see, they were almost always sex-related.There was something strangely interesting in making love to her with her ears bared.You can actually smell the rain when it rains.Birds can also be heard correctly when they sing.There's no way to say it clearly, but that's how it is anyway.

Don't your ears stick out when you sleep with other men?Once I tried to ask her. certainly.she says.You probably don't even know that I have ears. What's up with having sex with your ears hidden? Very obligatory.It's like gnawing on a newspaper without any feeling.But it's also good.Because the so-called fulfillment of obligations is not a bad thing. But isn't it even better with the ears exposed? yes. Then why not reveal it.I said.Why do you have to make yourself sad and have trouble with yourself? She stared straight into my face, then sighed.You really don't understand anything.

◇ I feel like I really don't understand a lot of things at all. First of all, I don't understand why she treats me differently.Because compared with others, I don't feel that I have any special superiority or special difference in any way. I said so and she laughed. It's very simple.she says.Because you came here specifically to pursue me.That's the biggest reason. What if someone else pursues you too? But at least now you are chasing me.And, in fact, you are better than you think. So why do I feel that way?I try to ask her. That's because you're only living half of yourself.She answered emphatically.

You still keep the other half, you don't know where to put it, and you haven't touched it. oh?I said. In this sense, we cannot say that it is not the same.I shut my ears and you're half living.Do not you think so? But even so, the remaining half of me is not as brilliant as your ears. perhaps.she smiled.You really don't understand anything. Still smiling, she pushed her hair up and unbuttoned her shirt. ◇ One afternoon in September, near the end of summer, I took a break from work and twirled her hair in bed, thinking about the whale penis.The sea was the color of deep lead, and a violent wind beat against the glass windows.The ceiling was so high that there was no one else in the show room except me.The whale penis is permanently cut off from the whale, completely losing its meaning as a whale penis.

Then I tried again to recall my wife's petticoat.But I can't even remember if she ever owned a petticoat.Only a vague image, the unconcrete landscape of petticoats draped over kitchen chairs, stuck in the corners of my mind.What that means, I can't remember.It felt as if, for a long time, I was living the life of someone who didn't know who it was. Are you wearing a petticoat?I tried to ask my girlfriend with no particular intentions. She lifted her head from my shoulders and looked at me dimly. do not wear. oh.I said. However, if you feel that it will go more smoothly that way

No, not like that.I said hastily.That's not what I meant. You're really welcome, though.I'm used to this kind of thing because of my work, and I don't feel shy at all. Nothing is needed.I said.Really, you and your ears are enough.Nothing but this is needed. She shook her head boredly, and put her face on my shoulder.Then after about fifteen seconds, he raised his face again. Hey!In about ten minutes, there will be a very important call. Telephone?I look at the black telephone next to the bed. Yes, the phone will ring. you know? Know. With her head resting on my bare chest, she smoked a menthol cigarette.A short while later the ash landed next to my navel and she just pouted and blew it out of the bed.I clamped her ears between my fingers, it was a wonderful touch.The mind was in a trance, and various invisible impressions floated up and faded away.

It's about the sheep.she says.Many sheep and one sheep. sheep?Um.As she spoke, she handed me a cigarette that was about half smoked.After I took a drag, I stuffed it into the ashtray and extinguished it.Then the adventure begins. ◇ After a while, the phone beside the pillow rang.I glanced at her, but she was already fast asleep on my chest.I let the phone ring four times and picked up the receiver. Can you come over right now?my partner said.The tone of the voice was very tense.very important thing. How important is it? You will know when you come.He said. Anyway, it's about the sheep, right?I said tentatively.It really shouldn't be said.The handset cooled like a glacier.

How do you know?partner said. All in all, thus began the adventure about sheep.