Chapter 17 seventeen

Spring is here and the roses are in bud.The snow melted.The charming bird began to sing.The bird in me and Aurelia sang too. It's been a beautiful week.We don't seem to live in the world.It's like a living fairy.Perhaps, the real gods are not as happy as us. We meet: in the face of the days of wrestling that lie ahead, we're going to have a week of enjoying ourselves, not saying a word, and doing a thing.We want to let our whole life be immersed in joy. Beyond everything, there are new and charming midnights, which stand in front of us, just like the trees by the Tom River under the window, appearing huge, solid, shaky, and colorful.It is a real body and a mysterious body.It overwhelms our vision with its true darkness, and arouses our mysterious imagination with its almost colorless color.

Really, this kind of midnight, in the history of mankind, if not the extreme of hell, is the extreme of paradise.Many, many painful forms have appeared at midnight, and many, many most beautiful forms have appeared at this moment. Between hell and paradise, sometimes, like the cold night of the Great Gobi in Taklimakan and the daytime of summer in India, separated by a layer of insurmountable Himalayas, sometimes, like the palm and the back of the hand, the distance is less than an inch. Fortunately, we are enjoying Lewei. A very magnificent figure rose from the depths of midnight and floated around me.It surrounds me with a unique carcass fragrance, and makes me sink into a magical realm.

But I prefer to turn on the light, like a painter, admiring the shape of Aurelia wrapped in a long, thin pink pajamas under the light, those semicircles and ellipses, arcs and straight lines, crescent moons and sunsets, Triangles and bays, cones and violins.The graceful lines of a Western woman's body are so vivid, full of twists and turns, and full of natural elasticity, it is simply a great temptation to an Easterner. I turn off the lights. It's a real midnight. A mysterious rhythm, rhythm, like a wonderful Athenian harp playing, raining down on me from her hair, forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks, neck, shoulders, chest, arms, legs, shin toes , making me feel an extremely luxurious intoxication.When this kind of intoxication reached its climax, I was listening to the fantastic symphony of the nineteenth-century romantic master Felicius, an extremely magical and colorful melody, just like the huge bell in its last movement, extremely deep, Straight to the bottom of my soul.

To be honest, this is not the first time I have been close to the opposite sex.But in the past, I was only occasionally thirsty for water, hungry for food, looking for stimulation.Only this time, I can enjoy a poetic midnight with a great poetic feeling, deep and wonderful. In the dark, staring at me deeply, (this is based on my mysterious feeling.) She panted slightly, and said in a low voice: Will we have happiness like tonight again in the future? I gently stroked her face and said in a low voice: Good things will always come again. After a pause, I looked at her tenderly in the dark:

In your whole life, this kind of wonderful madein is the first time, right? She covered my mouth with the back of her hand, as if I shouldn't ask.She said enthusiastically: It is precisely because this is the first creative lotus that I am grateful to you: because you have made me a real woman.She seemed to close her eyes.In the past, I could only be considered half a person, but now, I am truly complete. I feel weird when you touch me.I am like a beehive, thousands of wasps, suddenly buzzing out.I don't know, there is no other experience in the world that can feel like a woman's wedding night.It was so magical and gorgeous, I didn't know myself at all.In my own body, it was as if I had suddenly discovered another new person, a woman who was a total stranger!She is everything, but not me!She hugged me tightly.Oh my favourite!At this moment, even if I die in your arms, I am willing.

Oh God, I can't give up such poetry even if I'm committing a crime! How strange that no matter what you say or do, no matter how crazy you are, your whole image and voice still seem to be a part of nature, an embodiment of absolute aesthetics!The embodiment of thousands of roses! In the history of mankind, people have had tens of thousands of real nights, but very few people dare to talk about them openly and frankly.It seems that for this kind of midnight, the more closed the better, and the deeper the poetic feeling is buried, the better.And, the farther away from any written language, the better.In fact, in those real nights, who didn't have a crazy talk among crazy men and women?It is the most human of all languages, the least lying.In future memories, these moments will be like spices, adding infinite charm to all remembered images.Without these spices, any love will be just a sketch, without oil paint, let alone that huge and complete magic and brilliance.

She listened, listened, stopped ringing, and gradually fell asleep with her head in my arms. There is a guest house in the town, which only receives foreign tourists.It is one of the countless gorgeous buildings left by the old Russian nobles. It was originally a count's villa, but now it has been changed into a hotel in disguise.We rented a first-class room with complete interior equipment, including a fireplace, carpet, sofa, and some exquisite furniture.There are white windows on both sides.One side overlooks the Tom River through the window, and the other side overlooks a small garden with some evergreen trees.

Every morning, as soon as we heard the birdsong, we would wake up, and instead of getting up, we would talk nonsense by the pillow, or laugh at each other silently, until the sun shone on our red faces, and we would be languid and sweet. Sweeten up. After breakfast, we went to the Tom River to listen to and watch the water, and watch some rafts flow down gently.Aurelia leaned in my arms, humming some small songs in a low voice, only heard the sound, but couldn't hear the lyrics, almost all guttural and nasal.This vague hum was intoxicating.When the humming was at its softest, I was the only one who could hear it, and it seemed to be the faint sound of a bee.I love this kind of mood, sometimes, an hour or two, just pass by like this, I never interrupt her.At the end, the hum and the sound of running water rang together, taking me to another world.

At lunch time, we ate in our room.Aurelia is so naughty, she often puts food into my mouth with a fork, as if I was a child who couldn't eat.As we ate, we looked at each other and smiled at each other. This delicate feeling is indescribable.At this time, sometimes we don’t have to express or say anything, as long as we realize that she is by my side and I am by her side, this awareness alone (as a verb) is enough to make people ecstasy. But many times, she simply becomes a very mischievous child.From time to time, she exchanged food plates with me. At most, she exchanged food plates more than a dozen times.If we eat long gummies after a meal, we will be very naughty, and each of us will bite one end, chewing happily until the end of the chewing, and the end is a kiss.

After lunch, we rested for a while, and we went for a walk in the fields, wherever we liked.Walking together, chatting together.I don't know where there will be so much talking, never ending talking, never getting tired of talking.When I was tired from walking, I rested on the hay field of the farmhouse.If we are happy, we will recite a few famous western poems, or write one or two by ourselves;When we went back, we were full of bouquets of wild flowers. After eating, we lay around the fire talking and drinking strong coffee.We talked a lot, a lover's words are longer than running water!When you are tired of talking, she will play the guitar.Play for a while, let's talk again.From talking about playing, from playing to talking, until I was very tired and took a nap by the fireside for a while, and then I went to bed officially.

In the small town, due to some kind of strange fate, we actually bought some strange shells from an antique stall.Sitting by the river, we began to admire these seafood. I stared at her and said with a smile: Under such a beautiful sky, by the river in spring, your eyes are like sapphire shells, your ears are phoenix snails, your face is pearl oysters, and your lips are red torreya snails. She smiled and said: Your eyes are Xu Bei, your face is Sun Moon Bei, and your mouth is a red clam. Your chest is a luminous conch, your charm is a spider shell. Your chest is Shuhong snail, your feet are horseshoe snails, and your charm is Tengu Faluo.She smirked. My mouth is Tengu Faluo.I smile. You brag to me every night.she smiles. Blowing all the way into the last chamber of your soul.I smile.You are the legendary spider spirit who spins webs to catch men every night. So, let's combine spider shells and tengu snails together.They are just a couple. She laughed and fell into my arms. Our current life is really like a life inside a snail shell. We live in sun and moon shells and red-mouthed torreya snails. We can’t see anything except those circles and snail-like circles rolled up like rain rainbows. . No, we are shells, forever hearing the sound of the arctic sea far away.The happiness of the sea. The beautiful waves of the Tom River in front of us are the embodiment of our countless happiness.It is our happiness that flows, moves, rings and sings. Yes, waves!Our life is full of waves of happiness.There is the color of waves in our eyes, and the sound of waves in our voices.There are shadows of waves on the face, hair, and shoulders. Even our dreams have the rhythm of waves.We are not flesh, but boats on the river, forever drifting away with the wind of fantasy, and great arcs emerge from the surrounding waves, and they cast a circle of arc-shaped shadows on us every minute and every second.Even if the wind blows on the body, it will form a huge arc like a wave.These thousands of arcs represent the most complete, most fluid, and most perfect in the universe.We both lay on the beach by the river, lying in the wind and sunshine, enjoying the spring to the fullest. Aurelia especially likes the color of the yellow race. I don't know if it's because I'm a yellow race or she likes the yellow race. She often touches my face like a mother caressing a child. Ah, Lin, how I envy your colored face!Color is the expression of life, the symbol of life!Caucasian white skin is the color of zombies, lifeless, colorless!I really hate my skin!If only I could have a yellow or brown face! Her hobbies are unique and eccentric.Her love for me is even more unique and weird. I once joked to her that I was married: forgive me for not telling her. She listened and laughed: Whether you get married or not, what does it have to do with our love?If I love you, even if you have been married a thousand times, it cannot reduce my affection for you. If I do not love you, even if you never marry in your life, it cannot increase my affection for you.When a woman loves a man, can't she express her affection except by getting married?So what if you're married, aren't you old?sick?die?Apart from enjoying the emotions that we can enjoy as much as possible in front of our eyes, and spraying out our own life like a fountain, what better way to capture emotions?Even if I go with you in the future, it's not for getting married, but mainly for keeping happiness for a long time. Later, she also knew that I was joking with her, so she held my hand charmingly and said: It's the same with me whether you're kidding me or telling the truth, can we not love pigeons because they're married?Can we not love flowers because they are married?As long as you are by my side one day, even if you become a devil, a tiger, a leopard, a poisonous snake, or a crocodile, my feelings for you will not change. I didn't open my mouth, but my eyes became moist. Instead she comforted me: My favorite, we once met: Don't talk serious!Now as soon as the contract is broken, unpleasant emotions follow.Let me play a guitar to cheer you up, okay? Sweet music makes us happy again. The more you love, the more you want more love.The more we are united, the more we want to achieve a deeper union.In daylight, this union of love cannot be expressed closer and deeper.So, we searched for the night.The night in our own room is not dark and dense enough, so we look for something wider and richer. We love to walk on the banks of the Tuoshui River at night, arm in arm, head to head, walking and whispering.The murmur of the river echoed our voices.Purple stars illuminate our steps.In the city, with so many eyes on us, we can't let our hair down.At this moment, we are breathing absolute freedom, but we have no special indulgence, just subconsciously, enjoying freedom, as if two primitive beings, completely freed from the shackles of modern civilization. Where have we been?I asked. Never mind!As long as I am by your side, I would like to follow you to the ends of the earth. Aren't you afraid people will laugh at us as lunatics? At this time, only the madman can be truly happy. I stopped, turned my face, and looked into her eyes. I want to see you, how crazy are you? She chuckled. My emotions are crazy, but my thoughts are as clear as the stars in the sky, so as to illuminate my mood.There is not a second that I do not appreciate deeply my illuminated emotion, because it has your image, spirit in it, and you are like a garden, throwing countless beautiful reflections into my bright emotional river. Oh, dear, I can always sense your body temperature and listen to your heartbeat! Don't you feel a jet of flame?The beating of flames? It is the beating of the jet-blossoms of the real spring.Thousands of lives converge into a giant current, flowing from my veins into yours. Oh, your reminder makes me melt a little bit. , I feel a little dizzy. Honey, you are tired.Let's take a break. I supported her and sat on a big rock by the river, her face buried in my arms. Love, don't you want to see the starlight in the Tom River? No, there are more rivers in your breast, more stars. Then, you are a boat, read me to rock it slowly.Shake!Shake!Downstream.into all the seas of the world. I really put my arms around her limbs and shook her gently. Oh, dear Lin, tell me, at this time, will the angels in heaven be as happy as us? Probably not, because we've used up all their golden hours. she laughed. Sitting like this, whispering, we didn't return to the residence until the night was getting late.This night, our dreams are filled with running water and starlight. Aurelia's hair is so long, so shiny, and so thick.I often stare at them for a long time, like looking at a dark grove. Fool!Why do you keep staring at my hair like this?look at your air!It's like there's honey in my hair! She hit me lightly and couldn't help laughing. I grabbed her hand and said softly: No, there is no sugar in your hair, but there is the smell of seaweed, which reminds me of sea water, and foreign bays, and foreign sailing ships.I see in them exotic, seductive, palatable, seductive, You probably still saw the face of a foreign girl, didn't you? Yes, I saw the face of a foreign girl, a very bright face, and its owner is a little villain, her name is Aurelia. She broke free from my hand suddenly, ran away, sat at the window watching the Tom River, and ignored me. I ran over quickly, approached her, and begged her to forgive me: Honey, are you mad at me?I made a momentary joke and said the wrong thing.forgive me!I accept your punishment, you can punish me whatever you want. She pouted and said angrily: I am a villain, what qualifications do I have to forgive others?go!go!go!Be careful not to infect you with my badness. I remained calm and composed.But he smiled and said: I was wrong just now, you are actually the best and best egg in the world!Behold, your face is egg-shaped, your hair smells like an egg, and your body is like an egg!Among all life forms, the oval shape of the egg is the most beautiful one, and all the sculptures in Greece are egg-shaped.If even you are really a bad guy, there will be no good guy in the world! She couldn't help snorting, laughed, and said coquettishly: Even if you will say, if you scold someone, you still need to be applauded, even if I am afraid of you, let me be quiet, okay? I put my mouth next to her ear and said softly: The good guy Aurelia won't forgive the bad guy Mr. Lin for a second, and the bad guy can't let the good guy be quiet for a second.Look, look, Aurelia smiled, and she didn't look like an egg at all! She really couldn't help laughing, looked at me with annoyance and hatred, sighed and said: Alas, you are truly my devil!devil! I gently took her into my arms, smiled and said: You have to add a few words to your words: even if I am a devil, I am a devil who makes you happy, am I not?God can only make people miserable, only the devil can make you live comfortably!Yes or no? She looked at me affectionately, and said charmingly: Indeed, you are a lovely devil!How can I thank you! Whatever you want, as long as you come up with it, it's fine! She pondered for a moment, smiled and said: I remembered.Didn't you just say that my hair is like sea water?Now, I issue an imperial decree to give you a sea bath, okay?Keep your head down! I didn't speak, but responded with motion, and buried my face deep in her black hair.I breathe the scent of lilacs. I was intoxicated in this sea water for a long time before I raised my head, grabbed a few strands of her hair playfully with my hands, wrapped them around my hands like vines, and asked softly: Does it hurt? . No! Why? Because I love the hand that hurts them! I smiled, let go of the hair in my hands, stroked them gratefully, and combed her messy hair with my fingers.While combing, I said innocently: Oh, do you think love is the most mysterious thing?It makes us often do what unreasonable and stupid things!I have a friend who often goes to the movies with a girlfriend.Later, when she left, every time he went to the theater, he still bought two tickets to leave an empty seat beside him. Don't you think it's funny? It's not fun!This is great! yes it is great!great! I murmured, being intoxicated by the spring outside the window and by the fragrance of Aurelia's body, I felt all the blood rushing to my face. night came.We go to bed late.Love makes us forget our tiredness.I sat on the rug by the hearth and she lay at my feet like a cat.She said: She loves to be a cat warmed by the sun, and I am her sun.Right now, around us, is the black night.In the darkness, only the flames of firewood in the fireplace dance like red butterflies, filling the room with a mysterious red light.The firelight illuminated Aurelia's face, and her eyes were exceptionally bright. She took my hand and said softly: Tell me a story.Don't use the air of a lover, but use the attitude of a brother to a sister, am I not your best sister?Ah, Lin, my dear brother, tell me.Tell a little fairy tale or myth, preferably a little dream and garden story, even if I fall asleep, don't stop, so that I can hear your voice in my dream. I stroked her hair and said softly: Yes, O, my dear sister, I should tell you some fairy tale or myth, something written in honey instead of ink, something written on linden leaves with reeds on the banks of the Nile dipped in elk tears verse.For now, however, I just want to tell the story of a girl of twenty-six.I will tell: how this young girl became the lover of an exiled soldier.OK? Damn it, why do you always make fun of me? She curled her lips and fell silent.After a while, she laughed and said: Well, you disgusting rascal, tell me, tell me, tell me about this girl of twenty-six!However, if you speak badly, I must punish you. How to punish?I asked with a smile. I will slap your palms three times, twist your hair three times, and not kiss you for three days! I exclaimed: What a punishment!The same is true of God with Satan!I do not believe that my goddess Diana would do such a cruel thing than Emperor Nero. I will, I will.she said firmly. So what if I don't speak badly? Then of course I will give you a reward: a reward that will never let you down! So I started talking: Long ago, ten or twenty thousand years ago, a twenty-six-year-old girl named Aurelia came to Tomsk.She comes from the Polish wilderness.She went to the wilderness of Tomsk to find the truth, like Jesus.However, Wilderness told her: Among all the truths in the world, there is only one truth that is the truest and truest, and that is the bed.For a young girl, the bed is her highest truth. Before she finished listening, she said seriously: Tricky rascal, I must hit your palm hard!Hands out! I stretched out my hand, but she didn't hit it, but put it on her cheek, and asked affectionately: Is my face hot? Ah, it's hot, it's hot!This proves that my story has great magic power! No, no, you speak badly.Three times I will slap your palms hard and twist your hair three times.She took my hand from my cheek, slapped it three times, twisted my hair three more times, and then said: Well, I won't kiss you for another three days!Do you still dare to scold me?She looked at the watch on her wrist!Remember, it is ten fifteen, today, tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.My lips will not be able to open the ban on you until after 10:15 the day after tomorrow. I snorted softly and said with a smile: I don't believe you can be as cruel as a witch! sure. Well, then, you have sworn to me that I am the sole custodian of the estate of your lips.Now, in the name of the custodian, I order you: bring it to your lips. Before ten fifteen at night the day after tomorrow, you have no right to claim. Come close to your lips. No, after ten fifteen in the evening the day after tomorrow. Inhuman little savages, do we have to hold a clock in our hands to fall in love?Would you like us all to be watchmakers and mechanics? No, after ten fifteen in the evening the day after tomorrow. What an unreasonable person!look!The whole house smells like machine oil for you! No, nothing can be said!She shook her head resolutely, as tough as a little tiger. Well, you must tell me to imitate the style of the Russian Tsar? Aren't you ashamed to be unreasonable and barbaric? Yes yes, not shy.I originally came from a barbaric country in the East. no, no, no, She smirked and dodged away. Finally, she sat up and said in a complimenting tone: Come on, I won't make fun of you anymore.Lovely rascal!I should be fair to you.The story you just told is very good.Although it is made up to scold women, I still want to praise you: scolding is very good.That's right, out of a hundred girls, quite a few were born for the bed, although I'm definitely not.I must keep my promise: give you a reward that will never let you down. The voice of speech died away.All kinds of strange lights appeared in front of my eyes.Blue light, white light, cyan, purple, yellow light.There is wind outside.The cat meowed on the roof.A nocturnal bird flies by.It's a beautiful April night.The fire quivered in the hearth, and the wood was noisy, Thirty minutes later, we were both lying on the carpet smiling, happiness flying above our heads like a swallow. Tell me another story, any story will do.She rested her head on my arm and stared into my face. I stroked her cheek and asked softly: May I tell you about Linda and Xilu (Note)?This is a very sad story. "Notes: Linda and Xilu are characters in Greek mythology. They live across the sea. Linda swims from the other side of the sea every night to have a tryst with Xilu.One night, there was a big storm in the sea, and Linda was drowned. Seeing his dead body floating in the sea, Xi Lu jumped into the sea and hugged him. The two bodies embraced and sank to the bottom of the sea, then floated up again. " Well, Linda and Xilu, it's nothing to be sad. I went on: In Xilu's life, there is always hope and anticipation.Every evening, she puts on the most beautiful and freshest long skirt, leans against the railing painted red by the setting sun, looks out to the sea, and looks forward to Linda's arrival.Then came the night of carnival.For her, every night symbolizes the liberation of youth and the great creation of youth.Then it was dawn again, and with her fragrance and heat, Linda went back to the sea again. During those ecstasy nights, he softly whispered in her ear: How can I describe the heat of my heart?I feel that I am an eternal pillar of fire that can change the prehistoric ice age of the earth into summer! She opened her eyes, lying on his warm chest, muttering, dreaming, Aurelia fell asleep to my words, to the sound of the wind and the fire.I keep silent.I sat up, and I looked at her sadly and thoughtfully.I pressed a wet kiss lightly on her cheek.I gently lifted her up and walked forward. No matter how long the honeymoon is, it is always short.The minute hand on the lover's watch is faster than the steel needle on the horse racing watch, as if there is no sunrise and sunset, the sun and the stars.It's always eye out, and every moment is full of sunset.The sun is starlight.Day is night.No matter we chat indoors, take a walk on the river bank, lie on the beach and look at the clouds, go deep into the woods, and breathe the charming green leaves, the time always flies by like lightning.I remember one time, we were picking wild flowers in the wild grass, and we were talking while picking. Before picking more than a dozen flowers, most of the morning passed.Even better, once, at eight o'clock in the morning, she insisted on shaving my mustache with a razor blade, chatting and laughing, joking with each other and making fun of each other while shaving.When the last mustache was mowed off, I looked at my watch, and I was surprised that it was already ten o'clock. I really didn't know that there were so many wisecracks, some of which were not related.Two hours of talking and talking, plus those who laughed so hard, and those who tried their hands and feet, slipped away quietly for two hours.I really admire our mushroom kung fu. It was all inspiration. I enjoyed it very much at the time, but there is no trace afterwards. No matter how I remember it, I can’t remember it clearly.Only then did I understand why many people who really live in poetry cannot write a single line of poetry.They have already chewed and digested them thoroughly and turned them into their own blood, so they are not willing to leave a little bit of remnant to the world.Really, being with Ao, no matter what we do, we enjoy it all. The two hearts are like Qibao glazed lamps. They see each other in detail, but they melt into each other, and there is no disharmony in the slightest.If she is the cloud, I am the color; if I am the wind, she is the air.If she is a flower, I am a fragrance.If I am running water, she is the rhythm, and our synonym is in tune. Ah, God!You are the one who created this universe!People who don't believe in you anymore, more or less during the honeymoon period, also temporarily believe.If it weren't for you, how could everything be arranged in such a wonderful way?Occasionally O and I would not believe that we had such extraordinary talents to create such happiness.Probably there is always such a great cosmic force to help us design and manufacture, right? !Because our life is too moonlit, we believe that the moon is a god, and because our words are too star-like, we think that the stars are the incarnation of God.Because our emotions are too heliospherical, we guess that the heliosphere is the highest Lord.ah!These seven days of light and wind, these seven days of pearls!These seven days are more ivory than ivory! On the seventh night, we were a little bit lost at the thought of leaving the town the next day.In order to blend the real scene with the historical scene.This evening, we talked about Goethe, especially the story of Goethe and Mignon Betina.I lay on her lap and recited "Mignon's Song" to her over and over again.This poem is so charming! Do you know where the lemon blossoms are? The orange-orange-golden color is reflected in the dark green dense leaves, The turbulent wind rises from the blue sky, And the tranquility of Changchun and the grandeur of laurel Did you know? That side!That's it. Do you know: the columned mansion, The splendor of the temple, and the splendor of the house, And the standing white stone statue staring at me: Poor man, how much have you been wronged? I read it over and over again, especially the poor man, how many wrongs have you suffered?I have repeated those two sentences countless times. I couldn't help but sigh. She asked me why I sighed. I think of an intoxicating story between Goethe and Mignon. She gently took my hand: tell me the story. I promise. In mid-August 1810, Mignon and Goethe were together.He was already an old man in his sixties, but Mignon was a beautiful young girl of twenty-five. dusk.Goethe sat on the window sill, and Mignon stood before him, with her arms around his neck.Her eyes shot into the depths of his eye sockets like arrows. Goethe could bear her gaze no longer.Ask her if she's hot and if she wants to cool off a bit. She nodded yes. Goethe said: Open your chest and let the evening air moisten it! She didn't object, but her face was a little red. Goethe untied her clothes, looked at her and said: The blush of the evening has spread to your cheeks. Goethe kissed her breast and rested his forehead on it. She said: What's so strange, my sun is setting on my chest! Goethe stared at her blankly for a long time and asked: Has no one touched your chest yet? She shook her head: No!I feel weird when you touch me! So Goethe kissed her neck all over, again and again, very violently. She was a little scared, but felt that it was very beautiful.She finally couldn't help laughing, as if she had encountered a thunderstorm, she was completely shaken. Goethe said to her in a low voice: You are like a storm, your lips are lightning.Your eyes are thundering! You are the great god Zeus. When you frown, the whole Olympus trembles. Goethe said: In the future, when you take off your clothes at night, when the starlight shines on your chest like now, would you like to think of my kiss? She replied: yes. Would you like to think: I really want to imprint my kisses on your chest as countless as the stars? Aurelia covered my mouth with the back of her hand: Say no more, this story frightens me! Fear?I looked at her in surprise. Yes, be afraid.It's so beautiful, it scares me! After a pause, she sighed: How many stories like this can be produced in a century? I fell silent. This night, we have maintained a holy silence. In such a sacred atmosphere, we enjoyed our last honeymoon night most poetically.As if any passionate action can no longer express our noble state, only with the help of religious piety and tranquility can we further express our immortal love.