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Chapter 1: The Naked Goddess

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Many people know about the fragrance of Yu Lan, but few people know about Du Yu Lan’s suffering, not to mention Gao Shang Sen. After all, they are nearly five hundred kilometers apart.

Cheng Yuan carefully from a tube of small plastic tube poured out some crystals, placed on aluminum foil, and then burned with a lighter under the paper; every other day, rose a green smoke, he immediately face to face over the two tube nostrils hit the paper a sweep, are sucked clean; tilted his head back, his eyes slightly closed expression without asking, anyone can see that is a cool stunned. Only then put down the props in his hands, and spit out two turbid air from his nostrils, and then said to the woman sitting on the corner of the bed smoking: “Good guy, later on, he went to play a 36 laps again, not to hit the hangers of those ruffians.”

The woman heard Cheng Yuan’s words, but the face of a dead fish, will be the cigarette butt to have a pile of cigarette corpses in the cylinder, randomly poke a few times, and shrink back to the corner, a pair of big eyes staring at the yellowed white wall, empty pan, long hair cape in the head of what to think about it, is not known; perhaps, that difficult to manage the brain waves, is surfacing in the five hundred kilometers away from the scene.

It was a place she knew all too well, a blade of grass and a bit of dew that she could count on her fingers, but sometimes, suddenly, she couldn’t remember anything at all, as if she were a woman with no roots and no past.

A woman who has lost her memory is no more beautiful than a flower in a vase.

She wasn’t exactly the most beautiful of faces, her dark complexion and deep features were indicative of the Aboriginal people, but leaning over the side of the bed, slipping off one side of her nightgown straps, one of her bare breasts was beautifully curved; at the nipple area, the curve all the way down curved softly up again before curving down again in a fuller way.

In the stock market, such a curve would make stockholders sigh, but in this bedroom, the curve made Cheng Yuan’s lower body, who had only just taken amphetamines, stir.

“Let’s have a big fight!” Cheng Yuan’s tone was pleading, but he had already moved to her side, reaching out with one clawed hand to play with her bare breasts.

“You’re not afraid of losing money?” She asked, still expressionless.

“I’m willing to lose as a dress.” His hands rubbed up over her nipples.

“I don’t want it.” She pushed his claws away and pulled the nightgown straps up to conceal that breast.

“You…”

“Gambling and sex are not a family, that’s what you said.” She gave him a sidelong glance and said, “Lest you lose your money and blame me.”

“Alan, want to get your ass kicked, don’t you?”

Called Alain this woman stifled not say anything, but the lower hanging mouth corner obviously show disdain to, tutorial far from the fire gradually by the liver bottom to rise, play her breasts of the hand claw also slowly stop the action, Huo Ran, hit her chest out split face then dumped her a slap.

“Fuck you, bitch, don’t be a dick, you’re lucky I’m playing with you, it’s called ‘luck’, you know? If it wasn’t for me, you’d be dead in some trash heap in Taipei, and you’d still be back in Pingtung? Dream on!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung left and right again, hitting her on the side of the head and messing up the long hair.

The woman called Alain fell on the bed, her hair covered her face, she still didn’t say anything, she didn’t see her expression, so Cheng Yuan felt that he was facing a wooden person, no, it was simply a piece of wood; if you were facing such a piece of wood, would you still make fun of yourself?

He switched to a different approach, ripping off her nightgown in a couple of tries, then pinching and squeezing both of her breasts, causing those two bags of globes, carefully molded by God to nurse babies, to be squeezed into all sorts of incredible shapes.

He also released a hand, along her belly slipped into her dry private parts, very unsympathetic, like the Japanese warlords in China’s land that free “in and out”, and therefore, we can call his ten fingers “little Japan”, without further breakdown of what refers to what refers to what refers to, of course, the first middle finger or another can be called “bane” if you want to make a difference. Of course, the first middle finger can be called “the head of the disaster”, if you want to make a difference.

Called Alan this woman paralyzed on the bed, at his mercy, even if the pain in the lower body we do not know, because she is still expressionless. After some stirring like this, Cheng Yuan’s prick has already swelled up, the fire of desire makes the amphetamine in his body accelerate the flow, his spirit is greatly invigorated, a hand grabbed her hair, stuffed her face towards his lower body, followed by the tone of life this time said: “Suck it, suck it”.

His face gradually twisted and clouded over.

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The next Alan, insomnia all night, alone: her man Cheng Yuan is lost in the card table, fully concentrated, of course, it is more unlikely to take into account other things, including the insomnia of Alan all night thoughts drifting to where, whether there is “smuggling”?

In the morning, this woman called Alain could no longer support sleepy to go, and had a series of extremely confusing dreams: wild lilies, stone garlic flowers, fog head mountain, stone carvings, the sea of clouds, millet wine, and all the romantic …… However, everything is in the thick fog, can not really see, not to mention that she wants to see, miss the person.

While Alain was in a daze, a sports meeting was being held in the remote mountainous area of Southern Taiwan, more than 400 kilometers away, in a place called “Wutai”.

On this day, March 9, Youth Day, which falls on a Saturday, Wutai Township follows the usual practice of previous years and organizes a series of activities, including sports events. In addition to highlighting this special holiday, its main purpose is to attract indigenous youth to return to their hometowns to revitalize the villages in the township.

Since Taiwan’s rapid economic advancement, from an agricultural society to an industrial and commercial society, all agricultural towns and villages have suffered from serious population loss, and the result of the mass exodus of young people has left these villages with only the elderly, the weak, women and children. This situation is especially serious in the mountain tribes, forcing the local chiefs to rack their brains every holiday season to bring back the young people who have been displaced, for fear that they will forget their roots.

Gao Sen wasn’t the least bit interested in organizing these programs of the same type year after year, but there were two reasons why he didn’t miss them year after year: one, he was the local edition reporter of the newspaper, and he was usually responsible for the big and small events that happened in the territory of Pingtung County, and it was even more important for him not to cut himself off from his hometown’s affairs. Secondly, more importantly, he waited for someone year after year, year after year; and year after year, he couldn’t wait.

This year was no exception. It was clear, however, that it was nearly midday, the games were over, and the tribes were dispersing to return to their villages to continue the festivities, and he was going to be disappointed once again.

“Urugu…” someone called out his Rukai name from the crowd, and he turned his head to hit the bushes in search.

It’s Luo Heping, his high school classmate, of the Paiwan tribe.

“What for?” Gosseyn’s tone was poor, affected by the mood, and turned his head to head outward again with the crowd toward Misty Terrace National Elementary School.

Luo Heping caught up with him and put an arm around his shoulders and said, “My friend, do you still have your soul?”

“Classmate.” Gosseyn glanced at him, “My soul is in Ripu ㄧ Nurang, forever.”

Gao Sen’s so-called “Ripu Nurang” is his hometown, the upper end of Pingtung’s Wutai Township – Go Lu Village, a tribe in Wutai Township; you may not know it, but Luo Heping, a young man who grew up in Pingtung and is a member of the Gaoshan ethnic group, is naturally extremely familiar with it, even though he is a member of the foreign tribe Paiwan. alien Paiwan.

“ㄍㄧ Nurang has a beautiful girl ……” Luo Heping actually sang a self-made song: “Ulu Valley, brother misses his sister and thinks of an empty wine bottle. Let’s go! Invite me to Ripip Nurang for a drink.”

Goshen was also amused by him, and put an arm around Peace’s waist and asked, “Do you have wine in Ripu ㄧ Nurang? How did you know about the Paiwan ones?”

“Big brother…” said Peace, coming close to his face, “I have an informant in Ripu ㄧ Nurang, did you know that?”

“Who is it.”

“Your sister – Batagao.” Ro and Peace smiled with their big eyes narrowed into a line.

“Batako?” Gosseyn asked in extreme surprise, referring to his little sister, Gowan.

“If I want to chase Gao Yun, do I need to report to you, my great-uncle, first?” Luo Heping asked even more flatteringly.

“Lo Peace.” Gosseyn stopped his pace and removed his arm around his shoulder saying, “We are brothers, then, Gowun – Batagao is your sister. What do you say, can you marry her?”

Crowds of people passed by; some greeted them both, others beat their shoulders in silence; how Ghosn felt at this moment, you do not know, but I deeply understand the feelings of Luo Pingping. His heart was close to blood, because he never thought that his best friend would forbid him to pursue his sister Gao Yun.

“Urugu…” peace’s voice softened, “We’re not of the same race, but…”

“That’s not the problem…” paused Gosseyn, “Class, Batako is not for you.”

“Gosseyn…” said Peace, angry, calling him by his Chinese name, “Is Duyulan right for you? For so many years, you insisted on pursuing her and searching for her just because you love her, so let me ask you, how can you deny that I love your sister, Batagao?”

“Those are two different things, you don’t want to juxtapose them.”

“Gao Sen, love makes no difference, I love your sister Gao Yun, unless she doesn’t love me, otherwise, no one can possibly break up the two of us. Today, you insist on separating us, I think… “Luo Heping took two steps forward before turning back to his classmate Gao Sen, “Your mind is not normal.”

Goshen conquered a bit, looked at the bushes of people wandering on both sides, didn’t explain anything further, put his arm around his best friend Luo Heping and said, “Ripu Nurang, there are a lot of pretty women, tonight, go to Ripu Sodo!”

“Ripu Ripu Sodo”, in the native language of the Paiwan tribe, means an activity in which men and women get to know each other, or become in love or marry each other, but it has evolved to refer to all kinds of singing and dancing gatherings, or even rendezvous for men and women.

From Misty Terrace to Gao Sen’s tribe of about eight kilometers, not long, but the winding mountain roads, Gao Sen riding a motorcycle curved around, fast can not be, so all the way to the back seat and the classmates of Luo Heping jokes; two young adults still do not lose the heart of children, one after the other still want to fight and jostle, and make this quiet Dawu mountain area to add a little atmosphere of hustle and bustle.

“Classmate, stop for a second…” said Luo Heping, suddenly holding Gao Sen’s waist and yanking it backward, as if she was going to brake the car on his behalf.

“Peace.” Gosseyn yelled at him stopping the motorcycle violently, the camera on his shoulder slipping to his wrist, “You want to cause me to fall into the valley don’t you?”

Our happy-go-lucky little Luo in the face of his classmate’s angry face but not a trace of guilt, only to see him pointing toward a mountain wall not far away, but also smiled foolishly: “You see, it’s the wild lily miles!”

Goshen followed his gesture and looked, and in the midst of all the green bushes did emerge so two balls of white lilies, as if they were washed out.

“So what?” Ghosn was still angry: “Do I have to bet my life on two wildflowers?”

“It’s worth it! It’s a rare plant now!”

Peace didn’t wait for him to say anything back, stepping off the locomotive and heading toward Wild Lily to meet him.

He was right. Wild lilies had once been a specialty of the mountains in this area, but since the reputation of the Big and Little Ghost Lakes scenic spots had spread and the gradual deregulation of the mountains, there had been a sudden upsurge in holiday tourists, and the wild lilies had suddenly disappeared from the area. With their aboriginal reverence for the flower – in the past, the chief would only give a lily to a member of the tribe to wear on his crown if he had done something special – it would seem that you’d have to be a little more than just an aboriginal to honor the flower, but you’d have to be a little more than that. In order to show honor and favor it seems, you can appreciate our little reporter inside the sudden surge of sadness.

While superior peoples bring prosperity and progress, they also bring garbage; while they think they have given you something, they have seized more. Is this life or death? I ask you sincerely.

This trail is not like this, it does not have hot asphalt, the road surface is narrow and difficult to walk, in the event of wind and rain is more likely to collapse, however, barefoot on the land is really a good feeling, as if the earth’s energy can be along the soles of the acupoints through the entire body of the general tendons and veins, the whole body is comfortable. When Gao Sen was young, he had to take his younger siblings across the mountain path every day to go down to the Misty Terrace Elementary School to study, and sometimes he would walk with Du Yulan, but she was on his uncle’s back, so his younger sister, Gao Yun, who was a classmate of Du Yulan’s, would clamor for his big brother to carry her as well.

Not only was the land different, but the hills were filled with wildflowers, squirrels, rabbits, birds and insects at that time of year. He often picked a clump of secretly stuffed in the uncle’s back half-asleep half-awake yilan, Gao Yun also noisy, he ignored; he preferred to carry her, but the matter of the flowers, belonging only to him and yilan, irreplaceable.

That’s how he grew up liking that girl, even the first time he made love was in the flower room, if Ghosn is coy and refuses to inform you, then ergo I will say a drenching on his behalf!

Luo Heping finally got those two wild lilies, no words, good brother, one for each!

“You can give it to Yan Ruyu later.” Peace stepped onto the locomotive and pinched him in the back of the waist continuing, “She’ll return the favor miles later in the evening!”

He smiled a very ambiguous smile, anyone can hear the meaning, did not cause your reverie?

“And who is your one going to?” Goshen asked from the back of the engine car. Previously he would not have guessed, but now I’m afraid that even you use your knees and head to think, this person is not who, it is from childhood noisy brother back to school Gao Yunluo!

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Go to the village of Lu, just in the village of Wutai and the village of A Li in the middle of the mountainside, looking up at the clouds around the Wutou Mountain, down to see the Ailiao stream Dawu village, “the spirit of the land and people”, if you look at it with your eyes of the Han Chinese people, people Jie Jie or not I do not know, or you want to think of another “hijacking! Or maybe you’re thinking of another word “robbery”!

By the time Gao Sen and the others arrived, a group of young people interspersed with old people had already taken up positions in the small square in front of the headman’s house, so lively that they immediately engulfed the two of them.

The village is built on the mountainside, so that the houses are terraced, and most of the 30-odd households are still in traditional stone houses, except for a few that have been converted into concrete houses, which are cool and refreshing in the summer months, while the headman’s house is distinctive.

Most striking is the row of carved stone figures erected along the edge of the plaza, representing the commoners, elders, etc. of the clan, and in the center of it all is a carved motif – a figure in the middle of an urn and the sun, flanked by two Hundred Pacer Serpents. This is the standard head symbol of the Rukai; according to legend, the Rukai are the descendants of the Hundred-Pacer Serpent, oviparous. The Hundred-Pacer Snake lays its eggs in the urn, and after hatching from the heat of the sun, it takes seven days and seven nights to finally take human form, so all the relevant physical evidence is painted into the totem.

Are you scoffing again? Don’t try to argue.

The houses at the head of the festival are also extremely “impressive”, with rows of wood carvings hanging from the beams and trusses of the slate houses, and inside the houses are decorated with a wide array of swords, tiaras, cloth ornaments, millet bundles, and traditional costumes.

Only when Gao Sen stepped through the door of the room, the nest of young men who had originally clustered around him were chastised away by an old crone, followed by the crone, trembling slightly, stepping forward to embrace him, hugging and kissing him fiercely on one face.

You really think this is some kind of weird custom of the Fae, you’re wrong! This is Gosseyn’s home, and embracing him is his old mother.

“Babyna, I’m home.” Gosseyn called down, tears rolling in his eyes.

“Infanta”, which is the Rukai word for “mother”.

“Go see Amma!” Mom spoke.

His “koma”, his father, was sitting in full dress under the statue of Jesus Christ in the main hall, waiting for him with a solemn look on his face. He was serious because he was the head, the honored one, the supreme one, or the “sunrise”, as his people called him.

Gosseyn hung his head and walked over, leaning down to crouch in front of his father’s knees and kissing his rough old hands. A smile rippled around his father’s eyes.

A mountain road often blocked their affection, or can be more accurately described as urban civilization, busy life blocked. The mountain road is repaired how good, seems to be no help, far away from the child heh! Foggy Mountain can not call back.

After saluting, his young friend would not let him go, and dragged him and Luo Heping to the square, where he caught a glimpse of Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu was dressed in traditional costume, with flowers on her head and body, her lipstick smeared lips tightly closed, she was dancing in a circle with her companions hand in hand, and a pair of pupils of her eyes that were not painted with eyeshadow but also very big were firmly staring at him, as if she would blink again, and then Gao Sen would disappear again without a trace as usual.

At Ruyu’s side was his little sister Gao Yun, who quickly broke away from the group and rushed over to him, leading him and Luo Heping to the circle with both hands, and immediately jumping up and down to the beat. Luo Heping took out a branch of lilies from his pocket and gave it to Gao Sen, signaling him to offer the flower, Gao Sen was a bit shy, so he quietly handed it over to Ru Yu, who was holding each other’s hand, from behind his back; Ru Yu grasped the stems of the flowers, and her lips were filled with thick smiles, and the tip of her forefinger gouged twice in his palm, conveying a secret signal.

Followed by some tribesmen jumped into the circle, singing and pouring wine to each dancer, and when it was Goshen’s turn, the thick millet wine just entered his throat, and he felt that his heart was wide open to sing uncontrollably.

Singing while glancing at the next door neighbor Ruyu, really like a flower like jade na! The flowing eyes, like the clouds on Misty Mountain, want to catch it but how can not catch it. Clouds, is gray, but Ruyu this cloud is colorful, teach people dazzling, dazzling.

Yes, she was in the clouds now, light and joyful, yet was it not the legendary goddess who floated down from Misty Head Mountain by the light of the moon?

She came in front of Gao Sen, standing straight up, not as how the sashes on both shoulders naturally fell off, and the whole loose white robe slowly slid down; it was like the opening of a wonderful play, which immediately gripped you tightly due to the deliberately arranged dramatic tension at the beginning.

Gao Sen was one such viewer, and when the goddess’s bosoms were revealed, it was almost hard to breathe as if there was something stuck in his throat. Her breasts were like two red tomatoes, so red and shiny that the bra lost its color, while the nipples were like active volcanoes ready to erupt, towering high.

Ah! The little swirling fossa of her navel was like a mysterious puddle on her flat, smooth belly; it was not dry, for it was full of moonlight; it was like a lockhole that opened into a mysterious, holy place. Sure enough, Gosseyn slid down its gaze and saw the jungled knoll.

It was a place where any man, including Gosseyn or you or I, would be addicted, even if it meant ruin. However, tonight’s lucky man was Gosseyn, who couldn’t resist the temptation to get his face up and aim it right at that little mound.

He kissed her pubic hairs, a scent that tickled his nose, and was actually tickled by the soft, fine curls. At this moment, he noticed a thin stream sliding down her thighs, even more exciting, a move closer to her body, hands pressed her buttocks, tilted his head and stretched out the tip of his tongue, along the thighs of the thin stream upward licking, and soon reached the peach blossom source of the mouth, the flavor is even stronger, more juices, is simply flooded.

“Uruku…” the goddess was calling him now, while at the same time, a foot was raised high on his shoulder.

His throat uttering ah ah ah strange sound, really because his tongue is not free relationship, that tongue tip is like a hundred paces snake straight into the water hole, not to reach the source of the vow as if; not only this, the hundred paces snake also in the hole stirring, a thousand times can not stop like, stirring her body trembling, a few almost unsteady.

The goddess pulled his hair with both hands, and the degree of her strength had already told her comfort, which gave Ghosn a great encouragement, he switched to sucking her pussy lips with his lips, and sometimes rubbed his nose against them, and the thick liquid secreted from her vagina became even more prevalent, and stained his mouth and face. The goddess grunted for a while, and then suddenly did a big flip, her ass clamped down on his head, and then leaned down to flatten her body, and hard pressed him underneath, so that GaoSen’s long standing thing was just right in her mouth.

“Fool, don’t stop, don’t stop ah!” The goddess said vaguely.

Gosseyn then arched her body, one end probing the tip of her tongue further into the depths; the other end, that was the real Hundred Pace Snake then! The other end, which was the real Hundred Pace Snake, rose up high and burrowed into her throat.

The goddess wrapped her lips tightly around his manhood, tossing her long hair back and forth, and not only that, but her tongue wrapped along that rod, making GaoSen’s glans look like it was about to burst.

After such intense oral sex, both of them were a bit tired, but the “sex” was still high. The goddess moved towards his heels in her original position, and after aligning one yin and one yang, she violently sat on his root and devoured it in one go. Gosseyn cried out, his entire body bouncing up and sitting up, grabbing her from behind in a hug, crossing his palms to hold each of her two sacks of tits, and began squeezing and kneading them vigorously. The goddess’s bowed legs bobbed up and down mechanically, her body leaning back, giving her breasts to him completely and moaning constantly, and Gao Sen’s mouth, not wanting to be idle as well, hooked her in the crook of her arm, favoring her face and kissing her.

The female stretch’s mouth was like a suction cup, and in a moment it was close together, and the tip of her tongue was soon at war with his, entangled inextricably; at the same time, her hips didn’t stop, still rubbing against his manhood, moistening his entire crotch.

With a sob, Gosseyn managed to disengage the suction cups, and the two of them collapsed on their sides with great understanding, their yin and yang still close together, as he pumped from her rear, slowly at first, then picking up the pace, causing her to cry out in lust with every shake of her body.

Knowing that he was about to be overjoyed, Gosseyn seized the time for a final sprint, lifting her thighs whole, tilting her upper body up and over it, and with a spin he was on top of her. The wonderful thing is that the yin and yang are still not disconnected.

After a few rounds and a return to the traditional position, not wanting to let go of the final orgasm, Gosseyn lifted her feet high so that her pussy was on its back waiting for the King’s Master, and then thrust violently from the top, right to the end of it.

“Ouch…” the goddess howled, “It’s too deep… I can’t take it!”

“Are you happy? Are you happy…” asked Gosseyn three times in a row, and the goddess nodded her head straight without answering.

Gosseyn rocked his hips, his prick almost straight up from the top, and with each stroke against the bottom of her hole, he also rubbed her pussy lips with his shame hairs, causing her to raise her lower body higher and higher in excitement, opening her portal wide.

Gosseyn summoned up the rest of his courage and increased his speed, and just as his glans swelled to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore, he burst into ejaculation; and with the release of his sperm, his entire body flopped down on top of the goddess.

“Alain, I love you. Alain, don’t go…” he murmured in her ear.

We all have curiosity, and curiosity tends to develop a penchant for voyeurism; this penchant is medically known as a pathology, and so none of us would admit to seeing the “divine intercourse” above Ghosn’s, because you and I are healthy people, and there is no such thing as a disease.

Who wants to admit it unless they are caught red-handed?

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There are few myths in real life. In fact, Ghosn is not a “God’s friend”, the real sex with him this night is his girlfriend Yan Ruyu; no, said girlfriend he is unwilling to admit, although not as you and I dare not admit that is as serious as the peeping tom, but at least in the inner private he does not want to admit, otherwise he would not shout “Alan! Otherwise he wouldn’t have called “Alan”. Alain! You invariably stabbed your classmate Yan Ruyu without realizing it, Yan Ruyu heart of her hatred, we do not know how deep, but from the next morning woke up on the wooden expression of Ruyu, we can know a little about it, just this “son of the sun” Gao Sen, as the parties involved, the initiator of the cause of this, the quick but do not know the miles!

He realized he was sleeping in the woodshed, his head empty from his hangover, and when he looked up, a small amount of sunlight filtered through a gap in the corner of the room, sobering him up a bit. Wasn’t that gap where the moonlight came in last night? Wasn’t it a goddess who stepped into the moonlight? And then what happened? The goddess disappeared into thin air, or went away with the moonlight?

He walked out of the woodshed and saw Infant Na and Yan Ruyu squatting at the edge of the square washing dishes, talking and laughing. When he approached, Ruyu skimmed her head to find him, and that face was not Ruyu but Rutie, her large eyes suddenly disappeared for a few seconds before she turned her head to scrub in silence.

“Ulugu, Ma no lose Ku (drunk).” His old mother said with a smile, meaning he was drunk last night.

Ghosn didn’t answer, he looked at the distant mountains and twisted his upper body, he couldn’t figure out the reason for his body ache, was it because he slept on the firewood, or something else? If it’s just the firewood, then why does his penis hurt?

Yan Ruyu shook the dishwater off her hands and got up to leave.

“Baby that!” He crouched down where Ruyu was originally and said, “Last night…”

“Did you sleep well?” Mother asked without looking up, “Why did you get drunk and sleep over there?”

“There are no mosquitoes na!” He raised his voice and laughed, “All the mosquitoes that were there were also killed by my drunkenness.”

Mother shook her gray head and laughed softly.

“What about Ruyu? She…” he trailed off.

“In the morning she comes out of the woodshed, washes her face and helps me with the dishes.” The mother still had her head hanging down, and this speech was like an elementary school student’s diary, plain and uninteresting, but it was a shock to hear Gao Sen. So the goddess from last night was Yan Ruyu!

It’s not the first time that Yan Ruyu is good with him. Of course, I will inform you of what I have spied…no, accidentally seen, not now, don’t monkey around, let’s not disturb Goshen’s tide of thoughts.

Goshen always knew that Ruyu was waiting, waiting for him to come to her house in full dress and carry her towards the road back to his house, which was the ending she dreamed of in her life, but it wasn’t his Goshen’s, or else he wouldn’t have let her wait for several years in vain and still hadn’t turned his back towards her, and even last night it wasn’t her he had his back towards, or else how could he do it?

He didn’t know that she had turned her back to him last night, not to mention why she was ironic again when she faced him in the morning… had she been offended or had Chai Shang not performed as well as she had wanted? Gosseyn was really confused.

“A man’s heart can’t hold two women.” His mother said quietly.

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Ghosn’s mother’s words were quite philosophical, but unfortunately Ghosn’s heart, which even he couldn’t manage, kept flying towards the north, seeking and seeking again.

It was at this time that Du Yulan, who was still in a deep sleep, awoke suddenly and opened her eyes to see a cockroach stationed on the ceiling, glaring at it for a moment before remembering the dream she had just had. In the dream, she had returned to her hometown and was dancing a traditional dance in a circle with a group of friends.

The man beside her is the man she least wants to think of, but can’t get rid of, Sam; they’re all dressed in costumes adorned with hundred-paced serpent totems, and they’re sharing a bottle of Chancellor’s stone wine. What’s going on here? Is this their wedding wine? But just as the group was in high spirits, a rough man descended from the sky, with a hunting knife on his belt, and drew it out to cut between her and Sam; they were horrified and separated, and when they looked at the man’s face, there were no features on it, like a piece of white cloth.

She was so scared that she covered her mouth, but the small hand was grabbed by the man, and then tugged her up into the air and flew away. At this time in the clouds, the sky startled lightning． Then there was a series of rumbling sounds.

From great joy to great sorrow, Du Yulan woke up with a jolt, spreading a tired gaze in her large pupils, so that she failed to shoot down the cockroach. After her thoughts stabilized, she first sensed the sound of thunderous snoring and realized that at some point the man had returned to her side.

It was better to look at cockroaches without even bothering to look at him. She sat up, feeling the lingering warmth of her right palm; it really wasn’t a dream, she really had held hands and danced with Sam, it was like the latest version of the Taipei myth.

Du Yulan looked down at the morning sunlight coming through the window, and the sunlight was hitting her right palm. She sighed softly, after all, no matter in Taipei, Taichung, Kaohsiung or Pingtung, there is no myth; the religious beliefs from her childhood have been thrown into the garbage heap.

After washing up, she choked a cigarette and went out, wandering around the market like a wandering spirit, smoking a pipe and lighting another one. She wanted to forget that dream, but in her mind is like walking a maze, winding around and around before suddenly realized that it is back to the original point.

Have you ever been so homesick for someone that your heart withered? If you have, you’ll be like the orchid that sits in the park in Itabashi City all morning, with passersby staring at her with as much amazement as the cigarette butts on the ground in front of her eyes.

Sitting in the park has become a habit for her over the years, is it a way of soothing her nostalgia with the few trees and grasses in the city? She doesn’t know, I don’t know, you don’t know; at least, she thinks the park is a cleaner place in the city.

If you don’t agree with her and say, “My house is cleaner than the park.” And so on and so forth, then I can’t help it, because, although your home is in the city, it is not the city, and the city does not mean or imply that it is your home. Besides, you haven’t experienced the vicissitudes of the orchid.

When Yulan was working as a drinking girl in San Chong Po, she lived in a rented house with a group of sisters and lived a life of night and day. When the sisters woke up in the daytime, they used to put together a table to play mahjong or poker, but she was never one of the players; she didn’t know how to play and had no intention of learning, so whenever she was short of a player, she was often scolded by her sisters, who said, “You’re a dead woman, you don’t know how to gamble, you’re just going to die in the park waiting for Chapu to come and take care of things.

Later, she was really ㄚed by Cheng Yuan’s baby boy business, but the sisters didn’t scold her but advised her, saying that Cheng is a bad boy, and it would be better to follow him than to follow a dog.

What kind of words are these? Comparing a human being to a dog, or even worse than a dog, is an insult to the lofty primates. But in all seriousness, there are primates who are worse than dogs and pigs, perhaps around you and me. On this point, I’m sure you’ll agree!

Those sisters have been in the jungle for a long time, how sharp their eyes are.

Cheng Yuan good at disguise the first time on the restaurant, it is the yulan sat on his stage, during the table, his friends rough toast Ap woman singing Lakasi, only he was a gentleman of the dishes and drink .

“Alan, you’re an aborigine, aren’t you?” He took the opportunity to start a conversation with her.

She hung her head down and didn’t answer.

“I in no way meant to offend you.” Cheng Yuan hurriedly said, “As a matter of fact, you are the true masters of Taiwan, I salute you.” After he finished speaking, he actually raised his cup to really drink first.

“I’m a Rukai, and my home is in the mountains of Pingtung.” Yulan said quietly.

“That must be a beautiful place, I really want to see it, and I don’t know how nice it would be to settle there when I’m old!” He had a misty expression on his face.

“Unfortunately, my family is dead.”

“Bite yah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, one more penalty.”

“No, no.” She pressed his hand, “It’s none of your business.”

“What’s your business may be my business later.”

What does this mean, Du Yulan pondered deeply for a while, but Cheng Yuan didn’t let her think too much, and immediately said, “You aborigines have always had good singing voices, and I believe you do as well, can you sing a song for me?”

Yulan nodded, and Cheng Yuan immediately asked his friends to step aside and hand over the microphone to her. Youlan sang “Alpine Green”, about the foggy mountains that often called to her; with all her true feelings, the whole audience burst into applause. Surrounded by his friends, Cheng Yuan brought a plate to the front; a glass of wine was placed on the plate, and a thousand-dollar bill was pressed under the glass.

Yulan drank the wine, but returned the thousand dollar bill to him. Afterwards, Cheng Yuan told her that if she had accepted the thousand dollars, he would not have loved her. She really hated that she didn’t take it at that time and swallowed it willingly.

Why is that? Maybe you are a new good man, the most caring family and never go to the restaurant, so you do not understand, but I am a veteran, tell you, the girls in the restaurant table fee is quite small, so they have to rely on the turntable and get tips to earn more, which, on the chorus of Lakasi is one of the main sources of tips; after the song, such as the Cheng Yuan that kind of action is called “awards”, rich masters but a hand out of a thousand dollars a bill is two or three times more than the wine girl, how stupid girls do not want it? After the song, actions like Cheng Yuan’s are called “awards”, and the rich lord is a thousand-dollar bill, which is two or three times more than a woman’s table fee, so how can a silly girl not want it? Yulan such a silly girl by Cheng Yuan see through, obviously still a tender chicken, worth ㄚ, also let me this novel about the two parts can continue to develop until the end.

This is their first meeting, you see Cheng Yuan’s opening paragraph how disgusting, this is not my creations, it is indeed the gangster disguise.

When Cheng Yuan drove in again for the second time, after presenting the awards, he drank that glass of wine with Yulan under the cajoling of his friends.

Cheng Yuan took her out after her third visit to the big house, went shrimp fishing, caught shrimp grilled with beer; after enough alcohol, she was treated as shrimp fishing to go to the hotel.

As soon as he closed the door, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her forcefully, that elfin, tricky tongue flipping and curling inside her mouth, stirring her desire and spirit into complete chaos; she reached around him and sucked on his tongue furiously, as if she were trying to uproot it, causing his brow to furrow, and the buds in his lower body to begin to swell in response.

Withdrawing his aching tongue, he turned to kissing her neck, sucking so hard he didn’t need to look to see that there were a few more bruises on it; then he scrambled up her smock and ripped the bra right off, holding the left one in one hand and sucking on the right one with one mouth.

Her breasts were quite elastic, as if they were eight-percent full leather balls, one side of them olive shaped as he sucked on them, the other changing various shapes as they were squeezed.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his head and closed her eyes like a mother milking her child, oozing satisfaction. It didn’t take long, though, for him to shift his aim, lifting her skirt as he did, pulling off her panties in three tugs, and then pushing his lower body against her pussy through the layers of pants.

Being racked against the wall, she couldn’t stand the friction anymore, and while screaming, “Brother Cheng, love me once, love me…”, she moved to unbuckle the waistband of his pants.

Cheng Yuan suddenly picked up her body and walked towards the dressing table, his pants immediately slipped under his thighs, his walking posture looked extremely funny, and at the same time, his panties were also pushed up by his penis, looking very stupid. He rested her on the dressing table, couldn’t wait to pull out his baby, holding it in his hand, he found the slippery, pussy juice filled little hole, and after shaking it several times at the entrance to make the glans moist, he didn’t hesitate to move forward and stab.

She held her ankles with both hands, spread wide to take the other man’s thrusts, and her pussy walls spat and retracted in time with his motions, causing the lust to overflow down her groin.

Knowing from the expression on her face that she was aroused, he assisted in spreading her pussy lips again with his hand so that his dick could go deeper. This move quickly taught her to cry out.

“Go back in, deeper, more…”

He was not an obedient man, and drew away suddenly to look at her in disbelief.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“You come down.” He replied.

She jumped off the countertop and he flipped her over as he stopped her around the waist. This she understood and immediately met him with her ass high in the air.

Cheng Yuan raised his gun and pushed forward, one by one with more force than the other, causing the dresser to rattle, his hands also tightly pinched her two buttocks. She also pushed back hard, causing her breasts to fluctuate.

Toward the end, he desperately lunged forward, leaned over and gripped her breasts, pressed himself against her back, and leaked.

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Du Yulan sat in the park until midday before carrying a bento back to feed her dog, no, she bought it for her Cheng; hearing the door open, the dog woke up, no, Cheng Yuan woke up.

“Been to the park again to watch the dogs snog?” He hadn’t rinsed his mouth yet, so it was full of expletives, “Don’t go wandering off at night, dinner is on a friend.”

She did not say anything, and had no right of veto; and as he had not given her that right, she went off to freshen up.

When he came out of the restroom, he turned on the TV, moved over the bento, and asked before he saw the contents, “No beef, right?”

Of course, Yulan remembers that he is still in the period of abstinence from beef, and it would be bad luck not to remember. When I was a child, my brain wasn’t very good and I couldn’t memorize books, but every time my father put a cane on the table, my brain suddenly worked, and I memorized them by heart. It was under these circumstances that Yulan was a good student.

Cheng Yuan had to abstain from eating beef for a month, and that was an order from Master Pinewood. Last week, he brought Du Youlan as far as Peach Orchard to pay a visit to Master Pinewood, wanting to relieve his bad luck.

“To count what rice?” Pinemaster’s eyes were deep-set and bleary, as was the fate of most people. He always faced his clients with his ears, not caring if there was earwax in them; he was blind.

“I’ve been so backed up lately that I’ve been losing even when I go out and step on dog shit playing poker. I want to relieve my luck.” Cheng Yuan said into his ear, but in his heart, he thought, “Damn, if you can’t solve your bad luck, beware of me biting off your ear to add food.”

“You lean over.” Blind Pinewood said. With the assistance of his assistant, he pinched his arm in one hand and squeezed and kneaded it up and down like a horse. When he let go, he leaned back in his seat, his eyelids blinking meaninglessly in contemplation for a long moment.

“Thou wilt be ill-behaved and have a prison sentence.” He frightened the man opposite him with a single word, as if to avenge his fitful ramblings.

“Master… “Cheng Yuan stood up, no longer daring to think of biting his ear or something ridiculous like that, and asked nervously, “I beg you to unlock your luck.”

“Fast from beef for a month.” The master prescribed.

After Cheng Yuan finished eating the bento, which never contained a trace of beef, he quietly moved to Du Youlan’s side and stroked her long hair.

“What for?” She sidestepped her body slightly.

“I’ve had my fill of lust!” He grinned as he reached for her tits, “Damn, that blind old man really works, you know? The day before yesterday, we just had a fight, according to the past experience, we must lose a lot, but guess what, I even killed them all. Now I’m not afraid anymore!”

The sylph didn’t duck, letting him press against the couch.

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The dinner was invited by a middle-aged man named Donald Duck, accompanied by two of his disciples, in an open-air seafood restaurant in an old neighborhood in the East End.

“False Fairy, it’s been a long time since I greeted you! I’ll drink up first.” Donald Duck tilted his neck and drank his fill. The “False Immortal” he called him turned out to be Cheng Yuan’s nickname.

“You’re the one who doesn’t pretend to be immortal!” Cheng Yuan patted Yulan and said, “This is my wife, it’s okay to speak openly, she knows everything.”

Donald Duck’s so-called “greetings” turned out to be a code word meaning that he had something to ask for.

“Sister-in-law is…” asked Cheng Yuan, who was at his side, as Donald Duck lowered his voice.

“Fanny!” He immediately said, “That’s strong enough! He immediately interface, and then also attached to his ear said: “strong enough! Three rounds a day, according to the three meals, old Tang, you might as well find one, maybe the power greatly increased ah!”

“Fuck you.” Old Tang gave him a crutch, then picked up his glass and toasted Yulan, and his apprentice followed suit in a burst of light (light left plus you) chips.

“Old Don, let’s get back to business!” He lowered his voice again, “I still want to go home early to do my business!” In fact, he wanted to go back to the field and get a few more handfuls while the wind was blowing.

“I’ve got a batch of goods lately and I want to get rid of them quickly, so hurry up and get me a few ‘legs’, will you?” Old Tang said softly.

“How many?” Cheng Yuan’s tongue got a little wide.

He stretched out a large palm, five roses!

“No problem.” Cheng Yuan slapped his chest, “Based on our friendship, it’s on me, delivery in three days.”

“Older brother, three days won’t do!” Donald Duck was a bit anxious: “I’m afraid there’s something wrong with this batch of ‘wheels’, I have to hand them over quickly. Hot potato na! Will two days do?”

“Fuck, Lao Tang, do you really think I’m a supervisory organization? Even if it’s the supervisory office that runs the license, it still has to be a contractor’s time!”

“I’m doing it through the back door!”

“You! You want the back door, I’ll open the back door and let you go. No two prices, double.”

“All yours.” Donald Duck slapped him on the shoulder, “It’s a deal, come on, False Fairy, use more vegetables.”

After they settled down, I rushed to look up the latest edition of the “Dictionary of Black Words” to find out what was going on.

Legs: the meaning of identity card, documents. Jianghu people due to often walk at night, this is a must-have, indispensable, when necessary forger can be used as a talisman.

Wheel: four-wheeled sedan meaning. Once the jianghu people unfortunately run away, this is an important means of transportation, if necessary, will be on its overnight.

After figuring out the meaning of the black words and then backtracking the conversation between them, I finally cracked their code.

Donald Duck is the head of a car theft syndicate. Recently, his disciple has stolen five stolen cars, some of which are very tricky and he desperately wants to get rid of them, so he approaches Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan’s nickname of “Fake Immortal” is by no means a mere name, he is a well known master of forgery, whether it is ID cards, travel licenses, driver’s licenses, securities, deeds of sale and even diplomas of the National Taiwan University, he is able to pass off as fake, only that he hasn’t yet tried to get the chairman of the local Central Bank to print new Taiwan dollars.

With this analysis, you’ve figured out what they’re playing at! As long as we wait for Cheng Yuan to forge a good license, those stolen cars will be ready to return to life.

Cheng Yuan’s hands turned smooth and he was about to have an income, so he was really happy; once he was happy, he felt that he had just drunk a bellyful of wine without any food, and now his stomach was gurgling and protesting! He picked up the spoonful of beef tenderloin on the iron plate that Donald Duck had offered in his bowl, and chewed it with his mouth wide open.

It smells so good. It’s hot!

It was hard to swallow his throat, and he was just about to praise the owner’s handiwork when the sylph leaned over and said stiffly, “It’s beef.”

Cheng Yuan suddenly changed his face, looked at the bowl, then looked at the plate, Huo Ran spat out a mouthful of spit, stood up and pointed at the old Tang and cursed, “I fuck you old Tang, how dare you give me beef.”

Old Tang was confused, also look at the plate of iron plate beef tenderloin, Nana asked, “You are not always not to avoid food, everything to eat?”

“Fuck you, I…”

Cheng Yuan did not finish his sentence, suddenly a glass cup flew in the air, precisely hitting the back of his head, at once, a dark red blood flowed down his neck, the faster the flow, the more the flow, and even stained a large part of his white T-shirt red.

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That cup must not have been smashed by Gao Sen, otherwise you’re not reading a novel but a cartoon; because, Gao Sen is on the southern tip of Taiwan, more than 400 kilometers away from Cheng Yuan yet!

The cup that Gao Sen had smashed landed right in front of his feet and shattered open. His eldest sister, Gao Jing, froze, unable to believe that this was his action.

“Big brother, you scared us.” Second sister Gao Yun palpitated.

“I’m sorry.” Gosseyn continued after a pause, “I got carried away, I apologize.”

“Sisters are wrong, they shouldn’t say things like that.” The younger brother, Gao Bao, said evenly.

“How am I wrong?” Gao Jing immediately retorted as soon as she came back to her senses, “I said that Malay Humor is a whore, it’s entirely because she doesn’t love herself, what’s it got to do with me?”

It turned out that it was still for Du Youlan, who was far away in the north and didn’t know where she was.

In Taipei, Alain was almost cut off from her fellow townspeople, and there are many versions of the story that spread back to her hometown: those who say she married and had a child; those who say she was adopted; and the more prevalent story is that she was upgraded from a working girl to a prostitute again.

Gao Jing has her own reasons for believing in the latter.

“Rumors may not be believable, sister should apologize.” Gao Bao still stood on her big brother’s side.

“Okay, I apologize, but he should always give people Yan Ruyu an explanation. Mom said that dad doesn’t object this time, so he should marry Ruyu explicitly, or else he’s still doing that with other people, what’s that?” Gao Jing bluntly criticized her brother.

“Which one am I with her?” The older brother was still trying to act like he was a fool.

“Don’t try to cheat, Mom told me all about it, the night of Youth Day, in the woodshed…”

“Big brother…” interjected Gao Yun, “She told me everything about you and Ru Yu.”

“What the family means is that they are afraid that you will fail them.” The younger brother explained, “That’s why we asked the four of us siblings to gather and persuade you.”

Gosseyn was a little upset when he returned, “In the past, I failed Malay humor, not that I wanted to, so why didn’t anyone step in and say something?”

This time, they were all silent. Gao Jing was the first to leave the scene, went to the back and brought a broom, swept the glass shards carefully, she was worried that the kindergarten children would come back and stab their feet.

This family meeting, which was not attended by her parents, ended up being held only at her home, and not only did she lose a glass, but what’s even more annoying is that she had to clean up the debris on the ground, just because she poked her brother’s sore spot; what’s wrong with her saying that Du Yulan is a whore? This is the whole village knows the matter, but her brother is still not dead to her, want to marry a prostitute into the door, let the whole village laugh.

She would never let that slut get away with it, not in the past, not still.

Several years ago, when she learned that Alain was in love with her brother and would most likely become her sister-in-law, she strongly opposed it. That yellow-haired girl she watched her grow up since she was a child, her parents were dead, she was a wild girl, she was only a little better developed, and then she attracted a bunch of coveted by a bunch of small wanderers, who spent all day around her house. If she is a serious woman would be fine, but in favor of falling into a slut, every night with men fooling around, worthy of being her sister-in-law?

Gao Jing began to fan the flames in front of her parents, for their marriage buried a time bomb, and subsequently, when his brother proposed to the family to marry Du Youlan, immediately met with his father’s opposition, the biggest reason is actually – the door is not right, the household is not right.

You needn’t be surprised to learn that there are still many old people within the Rukai at the end of the twentieth century who have this feudal conception, and that although the clan system has declined, it has not yet become extinct, so that can still be one of the reasons for opposition.

After Du Yulan learns of his resistance from his family, she packs her bags and leaves without saying goodbye without saying a word. When she left, did she even take Sam’s heart with her? Gao Yun gradually grows up and becomes clearer about his big brother and classmate Alain.

“Ah Lan is my classmate, so is Ru Yu, big brother, you’re biased.” Gao Yun finally broke the silence.

“The heart, by nature, is partial.” Gosseyn hung his head.

“Brother, let’s see, shall we get engaged first?” Gao Bao compromised, his brother did not nod or shake his head.

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If the elder brother does not nod, the younger brother and sister will also suffer. How could they put forward their own marriage requests while their parents were still worried about their elder brother’s marriage?

In fact, Gao Yun is the most emperor is not anxious, anxious to die eunuch, her sweetheart Luo Pingping but the big brother’s classmates, the family is also the same worry about his marriage nah!

The wild lily that Luo Heping had given her on Youth Day had already withered, and she didn’t want her body to wither away like that flower.

Inside Peace Luo’s ice and fruit store in Longquan, she once again lets Brother Peace test her body to see if it is still as brilliant as a blooming flower.

This ice and fruit store had a pool table for the entertainment and consumption of young students, but after the store was closed this night, it was for the entertainment of the two of them only.

“Little sister, my little sister…” sang Peace, who was born with a great singing voice, while stroking her cheek.

Sitting on the dugout, Gao Yun, eyes slightly closed, gently harmonized, and just shortly after his song stopped, she felt his hot, wet lips touch her mouth. At first it was just a light touch, and after her lips were moist, the tip of his tongue slowly drilled into her mouth. As if aroused, she wrapped her arms tightly around his back and opened her lips, sucking back strongly on the tip of his tongue, filling her mouth to overflowing.

Peace’s entire body shuddered as he lifted up her shirt and opened her bra buttons, the tip of his tongue drew out naturally and slid down her neck, foraging right into the faint light to the tip of her inflamed nipple, and began to lick around it in a circle; engulfing it in a single gulp as soon as it had risen high in the air.

“Big brother, I love your tongue, come this way, come on, come…” cried Gao Yun in a wave of excitement. She lifted up her skirt and wrenched off her panties in three tries.

“I don’t…don’t…” he muffled his murmur, slamming only his lower part against her already exposed bottom, while his head remained buried in her breasts, sucking.

After sucking the left side and then switch to the right side, hard not to touch her pussy. She was anxious, felt her lower body unceasing secretion of juice, and like a crater is about to erupt, can not help but reach out to touch their own labia, and soon moistened fingers.

“Big brother, come on, come on…I can’t take it anymore…”

Hearing her urgent call, Peace could no longer bear it, and all at once he squatted his body low and came to the front of her peach blossom hole, first biting the tip of her finger and sucking the fragrant liquid on it clean before replacing it and probing his tongue into it.

“Ah…” she cried out shrilly, “Yes, yes, big brother, I, I can’t, okay…”

He empathized, and the tip of his tongue worked its way inward until he couldn’t reach any further before he began to pump it back and forth. She was soothed to the core, her body swaying on the dugout so that he could go deeper, until he felt his tongue sore and she was a little tired, and terminated this stage of the game.

It was only then that Luo Ping took off his pants slowly and methodically, and the rod popped out like an arrow on a string, hard and aimed at her cunt. He grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her towards the edge of the dugout so that it touched his glans. Sweaty as he was, he slipped in effortlessly.

“Ouch…” she cried out.

“People can hear you, keep your voice down.”

“I’m, I’m cool!”

“I’ll make it even better for you.”

With such a promise, he worked even harder, colliding with the ball on the table and shaking it around. Gao Yun was also not willing to show weakness, her legs were raised high up to his shoulders, erected on the top, and her whole body was raised upwards one by one. Peace was tingling under such intense cooperation, and returned his head to bite the palm of her foot, sucking powerfully.

“You come down, brother, come down…”

Gao Yun shouted with his mouth, and the person followed a roll to the side, and when He Ping lay down, she rolled over and climbed up again, catching his dick and shoving it directly into the hole, then shaking it like grinding ink.

This was a great move, not only did she teach Peace to rub his prick thoroughly, but she also laid her bosoms out in front of him for him to play with or suck on.

Peace only felt the glans was fiercely hot and swollen, hate and her vagina closely bonded, it drummed up the rest of the courage to rock the hips hard, hands and tightly squeezed her breasts, secretly counted to the twentieth, ejaculation.

Chapter 2: The Revelation of the Big Four

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Cheng Yuan was awakened by a ray of sunlight; this night, he had no dreams. He didn’t have the leisure to dream, the whole thing had happened too suddenly, like a walk in the park, scaring away the dreams he should have had.

He wanted to get up to urinate, the upper half of his body just sat up, first a dizzy spell, probe hand, but his head was wrapped in a layer of gauze. Where is the woman? Where is that woman, Alan? Wouldn’t she have taken advantage of his danger to run away? Why is it that when you need a woman the most, she is not around? He thought.

He wanted to call the nurse, but dismissed the thought. Why would he need another strange woman to see him at such an embarrassing moment? He trudged to the restroom, pulled out his baby, peed all over the place, whatever! In this time of military chaos. Upon returning to bed, his first thought was of the blind bone-touching fortune teller who had been so despised by him.

“Thou wilt be ill-disposed and have a prison sentence.” The Pinewood Master had said this.

Master Pinewood asked him to abstain from beef for a month, and he wanted to comply. But that bastard Donald Duck made him break the fast, but how could it be so accurate? How could he be so accurate? He just opened his mouth to eat beef, and a glass flew in from the other end?

Cheng Yuan tries to unravel the cause and effect relationship between them, but he has to admit that his head is so beat up that it’s fruitless, so let’s try to explain Pinewood Master’s assertion!

Thou wilt not walk well. In theory, the injured one should be the foot ah, how did the heavenly mistake happen? Ah… he remembered the pain he felt when he got out of bed just now. Yes, the consequences of a bad head injury would still be “bad behavior”.

What about “jail time”? He closed his eyes and felt the heat of the sun outside the window. What was this if not a prison? This ward was not like a prison, confining his body.

Ah! The Pinewood Master is a god! That old blind man, no, no blasphemy, that master is truly a man of unerring judgment and unparalleled predictions of the future, which is to be admired by all!

Do you think our Cheng Yuan, nicknamed the “Fake Immortal”, has a bad head? If his isn’t, then mine is, because I’m superstitious about the strange forces and gods that Confucius disdained the most.

While I was still in a strange and confused state of mind, his woman, Alan, came in and sat down on the edge of the bed, still with a blank expression.

“If you act like a log again, I will really beat you into a log.” Cheng Yuan’s head swelled with pain as soon as he lighted his fire, and he had to first dissipate his anger before continuing, “The ins and outs of this, tell me properly once again.”

“Where do I start?” She asked.

What’s wrong with this woman? Can I, Cheng Yuan, only get women of this caliber? He held his tongue and asked calmly, “Who broke my head?”

“I don’t know.” Three very simple words.

“I fuck your mom…” he simply wanted to fuck her rent eighteen generations: “I shed blood, who is the murderer actually do not know, how to find back in the future?”

“I really don’t know.” Alan stood up and walked over to the window, “It was chaos, the two tables next door got into a fight and cups and plates flew about. The one that hit you on the head was the first cup.”

“What did Donald Duck say?”

“He said afterward that he didn’t recognize any of the guests at those two tables. You were hit and fainted, and I had to hide under the tabletop to take care of you.”

It’s still like a word, like my Cheng Yuan’s woman.

“What about Donald Duck, the culprit?” Since we couldn’t find the original culprit, we had to plant him.

“A few of them saw the chaotic scene and immediately skipped out, didn’t even pay the bill, and the boss even asked me for it!”

“He dares!” Cheng Yuan said hatefully, “He still has to pay for the medical bills.”

“Never mind, there’s health insurance…”

“Count your mom’s head, the boss and Lao Tang, I have to find both. Especially Lao Tang, afraid that the police will come to investigate, he left first, what should I do? The cops know my identity, I’m in trouble too.”

“If you really want to look for it, I’m afraid you’ll have to look for that plate of beef.” She said seriously, causing Cheng Yuan to not spray out a mouthful of blood.

“Light me a cigarette.” He felt his head swell again.

She had only just burned and sucked it up and handed it to him when the nurse walked in.

“Hey, no smoking.” When the nurse yelled, he wanted to fuck her.

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Gosseyn is back in his hometown of Misty Terrace, and at his home in De-Lou, he cries.

Going to the wall beams of the dew family, he Gao Sen is able to show off, all the glory from elementary school to the present are credited on that, as long as he gets any one of the awards, his father will be it framed and listed on the beams of the house. It seemed that this also continued his father’s life.

His father had lived through the era of Japanese rule, and he would have been gratified if any of his sons or daughters had surpassed him in that era. How could he not be touched by the fact that his own son, who was also a “sunrise person,” was being honored in all sorts of ways?

However, Ghosn had his own ideas that were different from Pops’, so he cried.

Gao Sen, who is the “Sunrise”, the prince of his family, returned to his hometown to show, but actually threw up a mess, teaching the village elders, fathers and brothers to look surprised.

It was not for nothing that he, Gosseyn, shed tears.

According to the custom of the Rukai tribe, men are not allowed to shed tears because they have a heavy responsibility, especially Gosseyn, who is the prince of the Rukai tribe, should not shed tears at will, but why did our prince shed tears?

Gao Sen thought of his woman in his hometown; the woman named Du Youlan. When he thought of that woman, his best friend Luo Pingping couldn’t do anything about it.

Peace asked him, “Classmate, you don’t even know if Alan is still on this earth, why are you suffering?”

Unexpectedly, GaoSen actually said back to him, “Don’t meddle in things you don’t understand.”

“Gosseyn…”

“Peace, no more talk.” Gosseyn swung over and said, “You don’t understand Malay humor, she’s still waiting for me.”

“Words are not enough.” The one who opened his mouth turned out to be Gao Sen’s father, “Don’t try to persuade my son anymore! He…he’s been possessed.”

“Ama…”

Gosseyn his father signaled him a silent gesture, then slowly paced out into the outdoors and never came back in.

“Father and son, they had a grudge in a past life, maybe.” Gosseyn’s mother said to Peace, taking a sip of bitter wine on her own.

“Ama…” shouted Gosseyn to his father, “Whether it’s my fault or yours, let’s leave it at that, shall we?”

In the fog head mountain witness, no one responded, called Gao Sen this man only continue to cry. But his classmate Luo Heping absolutely do not agree with this point, jokingly, he came tonight precisely want to talk to Gao Sen about his marriage with Gao Yun, unexpectedly, Gao Sen is in a bad mood, a drink to drink into this, and cry into that kind of virtue.

Peace heard Gao Yun said that day brothers and sisters bitterly persuade him to marry Yan Ruyu thing, perhaps it is for this matter, Gao Sen returned to go to the dew old home, the intention is to ask parents to dispel this idea, to alleviate some of the pressure, unforeseen is that he actually barred up with his father.

“We, the Rukai, are the most filial.” Goshen calmed down a bit, “For Alan’s sake, but I am an unfilial son.”

“I understand what’s on your mind, and so does Gowan.” Peace deliberately steered the conversation up to the two of them in order to continue talking.

“No, you don’t understand…” he spoke upside down, “I mean, Alain is stranded in a foreign land, and I, or my father, should be responsible…”

“Hey…” said Luo Heping, again deliberately digressing from the topic, as he pointed to a photo on the wall of Gao Sen in traditional dress, taking a picture with the central administrator, “You even took a picture with a big official!”

“Bullshit, bullshit.”

Ghosn’s original intention was to come for peace, but I think it was for the senior officials, or rather, I myself came for the senior officials. I don’t know when, our senior officials have developed the habit of taking photos with the ordinary people in order to prove that they are “pro-people, love the people, and reach out to the people”, but in my opinion, it’s all bullshit. This kind of use of the little people to show off the culture, sometimes make a mistake, but the little people used for the promotion of the feudal lords it! I have seen with my own eyes a so-called “young talent” who is out to make a fool of himself, and his house is full of such photos, including that of the current saint. This is his capital, not a single one can not be lost.

Off topic, Ghosn would be offended to take a fan blade out of the grass at me.

“You need to stop interrupting, you’re penalized.” He ordered his classmate.

Peace frowned and drank the same bitter wine as Gosseyn’s mother in general, but it could be inferred that he, Gosseyn, was not?

The sun had set, and the fog that flew down from Mt. Wutou suddenly covered the village, making the people even more confused. Gao Sen’s mother suddenly softly sang a mountain song, the voice also fluttering, teach people to feel a little cool.

Alain is nowhere to be found, but Gao Yun can not enter the door. Luo peace very feel Chu pathos, simply dry a cup, drunk to go!

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Ghosn is assigned by the director to cover a story about a drunken KTV murder.

A group of young people were invited to this KTV on a weekend night to drink and have fun, during which some people realized that the next room was a friend of acquaintance, so they went back and forth to honor each other, and after a few rounds of drinking, the words could not help but be loud, and one of them claimed to be a disciple of the X Sect, and that how big and powerful his gang was, and booed fiercely; and the brothers who had known him for the first time did not like it, and stormed out, saying, “What kind of lousy sect is that of yours? I can take you down in Pingtung with just one finger. Just for that dirty word “rotten sect”, the two sides began to fight, cups and bowls of ashtrays flying, bottles and fists, straight from the indoor to the outdoor.

During the melee, someone used a knife and stabbed someone three times. When blood spurted out, they realized that they had made a big mistake and dispersed. When the police arrived, the injured person lying in a pool of blood was rushed to the hospital, and immediately began to track down the work, and finally early in the morning, the three youths who were still riding their bicycles on the streets after the trouble were arrested, and then followed the line to catch the main suspect, who was actually a young man in Rukai.

The director thought that the murder case was related to Gao Sen’s people and that it would be more appropriate for him to conduct the interview, so he came to the Pingtung County Police Department. Some people in the county police department were familiar with Gao Sen. In addition to him being a reporter, there were many grassroots police officers who were also aborigines, so Gao Sen was greeted by many people from the gatekeeper all the way to the second floor.

Having only stepped into the criminal division, he saw handcuffed to the wall a young man with his head hanging low, his long hair dyed blonde throughout, a flowery shirt, torn at the right shoulder, and his lower pants stained with some mud and dust; and slippers on his feet, but only one of them, in a sorry state.

“Uru Valley…”

Gao Sen is preparing to go over to interview a police officer, transcribe the transcript and so on, but someone first shouted his Rukai name Yu, followed the voice foraging, but it is his fellow townsmen, living eight kilometers away from him to go to Rukai village of the village of Misty Terrace, an elder.

“What are you doing here?” Gosseyn approached to take his hand, remembering that his name was Batarang.

“Is your ama in good health?” Batarang asked instead of answering.

“And hunt mountain hogs for miles!” He joked and then asked, “Are you waiting for someone?”

The old gentleman still did not answer, his eyes actually flooded with tears, and after a long time, Fang said to Gao Sen, “Please give me a cigarette.”

He hurriedly pulled out a cigarette to light it for the old man and was about to ask another question when one of the officers answered on the old man’s behalf, “That’s his kid! The one who killed the man.”

Startled, Ghosn grabbed the old man’s hand and asked again, “Your lalagori (child)?”

This time, the old man nodded, while the tears finally slid down his face. Gao Sen really couldn’t bear it, patting the back of his hand as a sign of comfort, then hauling him to his son, pulling two chairs and sitting down.

“What is your name?” Gosseyn softened his voice, “Keep your head up and answer me.”

“This is big brother Gao, don’t be afraid, raise your head.” His father advised him from the side, which raised his face.

The skin was dark, but it was a handsome face, though the large pupils of the eyes were filled with confusion, horror, hesitation, and trepidation.

“My name is Ba An Guo.” He responded in a small voice, “Brother Gao, are you, are you familiar with them? Can you tell them not to hit me?”

“Did they hit you?” He looked back at the cops.

“No. But he said I’d get a beating if I tried to lie to them.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell them you’re my little brother and they won’t beat you up.”

“Thank you big brother Gao.” He revealed an innocent smile.

“You’re still laughing.” Ghosn squared his face, “Look at your Ama, how old is he?”

“Sixty-nine.” He looked back at his father, who frowned even deeper.

“He’s so old and still has to work in the fields every day just to raise you, and yet you don’t learn in the flatlands, and now you’ve caused such a big trouble. Look at him, he was in tears in front of me just now. If you were really my brother, I would have taken a hunting knife and killed you beast as well.” Gao Bingsen cursed him in one breath and he hung his head again.

“I… I don’t know… I didn’t kill anyone.”

“Say that again, what the hell is going on?” He wondered.

“Brother Gao, can you give me a cigarette?”

He almost slapped him, what’s the matter, still want to smoke? But it’s just someone else’s child, how can you teach him a lesson in front of him?

Gao Sen handed him a cigarette and even lit it for him, after which, he inhaled two mouthfuls violently before saying quietly, “The scene was very chaotic last night, with people on both sides toasting back and forth, it seemed like I was drunk and it seemed like I wasn’t drunk yet… Later on, I heard someone shouting that there was a fight next door. I didn’t know what was going on, so I went over with my friend to see what was going on. Only when I entered the door, the people inside fought and pushed me to the ground. I just got up and was immediately punched a few times; it hurt so much that I couldn’t care less and threw punches in return, so I fought with the other guy all the way to the outside of the KTV…Outside the house, there were a lot of things that could have been used to help the fight, like bricks, sticks and iron bars…I can’t remember what I was holding, but there were two people who testified at the police station that they saw me kill someone with a knife Had. Really, as I carefully recall, I don’t seem to have killed anyone with a knife.”

“The people who testified were on that side?” Ghosn pressed.

“It’s a friend of a friend of mine who came down from the north to play in the south, and is probably locked up downstairs right now.”

“And who gave you the knife?”

“They said it was another friend, also from the north, but he didn’t get caught and ran away.”

“This case will be difficult.”

“Ulugu, I beg you to help, you must help me Lalagori (children).” With that anxious look, which would move your heart even if you saw it, Batarang hurriedly and urgently knocked on your sons and daughters to find out if they were safe outside and why they had not returned home at the end of the night.

When I was a child, I read, “It’s so dark and windy, why doesn’t Daddy come home when he’s gone fishing?” Well, times have changed and now it is our children who are out there “fishing”. For their safety, I suggest that you not only leave a light on for him, but actively care for him and look for him.

This is the advice of my conscience; after all, an anxiety like that of Bataille’s cannot be seen or heard by the high officials in the upper echelons; they are busy at the moment! They are so busy trying to work out a century-old constitution that this little dog-eared affair is no business of his.

Gosseyn had a sense of helplessness.

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Cheng Yuan finished watching the Nightline news in his hospital room, turned off the TV, saw his gauze-wrapped head on the fluorescent screen, and was so frustrated that he asked Alan to swing his hospital bed down to lie flat, which led him to look over at the soon-to-be-exhausted IV bottles, and reach out to ring the call bell.

“Yes?” The megaphone asked.

“The IV is gone!” He returned without a huff.

After a long time, the nurse lady came, and after all, she was the same one who had stopped him from smoking the last time, and he was a little tempted to have a fit.

The nurse tiptoed in front of him to change the IV, the curves of her body flashing before him all at once: the tantalizing glass stockings, the high ass, the bra that accidentally leaked out of the button area, in and out causing the part of him that wanted to have a seizure to change and move down.

This slut is only a little fierce, but fierce and slut are not conflicting! He evoked some reverie, but unfortunately, this piece of meat in front of him soon flew away. Cheng Yuan sighed, but found Du Youlan lying on the sofa in a semi-conscious state. No fish or shrimp or not, but we can’t let her fall asleep.

“Alain, Alain,” he called to her twice.

“What for?” She asked, opening her eyes.

Fuck you ah! He thought this in his heart after all, but did not say it out loud, he just waved her over, “Come here.”

“You don’t want to get sick and fuck.” She saw through the man at once.

“I’m sick, dammit, the cock isn’t sick.” He got annoyed, “Don’t think I can’t flatten you just because I’m in a hospital bed.”

“What if the wound bursts into blood?”

“That’s my business.” He wrenched his face up and said, “Are you coming through?”

Du Yulan slowly moved over and sat down next to his bed. He couldn’t wait to probe his hand to touch her breasts, not realizing that he was using the same hand that was used to hang the IV, and the needle tugged at him with an instant pain in his heart.

“I told you…” he stopped Alain’s words.

“You don’t have to say anything, pain is my family business, watch me.”

Cheng Yuan this will become careful, really color big anyone can not stop. He replaced the other hand into her clothes, over the bra directly grabbed the milk ball, and then closed his eyes, fantasizing about the nurse just now.

Ah, my white angel, the firm breasts are also pure white, the upper nipple like a pink bud, want to bloom. He lifted up her T-shirt, tore off the bra, planted his head on it, and licked the bud with the tip of his tongue, breathing on the other side, urging it to blossom; after this kind of coiling, the bud was straightened up, obviously catalyzed by the effect.

Stimulated, she put her hands around the pouch and pushed it forward in an attempt to get him to take it in; he understood, opened his mouth wide and sucked it, while stripping her of her blouse, and the other pouch fell into his hands, squeezing it and pressing it, as if he wanted to squeeze some milk out of it.

“The dick really isn’t broken!” She looked at his bulging crotch mockingly and took hold of it, shaking it up and down as soon as it was outside his pants, and in three short strokes the dick ran out of the crotch of his zipperless robe, head held high and spitting as if it were a letter.

“Use your mouth, use your mouth.” He cried out muddily, imagining the white angel’s tantalizing red lips touching his glans.

She leaned down and bit into it, sucking up and down as a trickle of cum flowed into her mouth. It was like a drip, and his cum was like that full drip bottle, to be accelerated out into the white angel later.

He stroked her buttocks and stocking-clad legs, masturbating to the white angel so much that he couldn’t resist stripping her of her shorts and removing her panties as well.

On the circle of curly body hair on her lower abdomen, he gently tweaked it, extremely gentle. Noble white angel ah, aggrieved you, I Xiao Cheng Ke will treat you well, do not panic.

His hand slid down through the pubic hair and touched those two lips of wetness, and a shiver ran through him, and his moist fingers couldn’t help but slide inside, deeper and deeper, so deep as to be unfathomable, before they stirred inside; the more they stirred, the more water there was, almost drowning his fingers, and it felt like they were floating inside.

Her lust was so aroused by him that she simply moved her lower body towards the bed as well, but it could be tense in his eyes.

“Careful with my IV…” he sighed softly, reaching out to pick the thin tube up so she could straddle it.

Once in position, facing her rounded ass, he stuck out his tongue and licked her kinky juices, one at a time; she moved away from his dick and buried her head deep to suck on his balls; he got even more excited and stretched out his tongue, straight to her flower center, which actually caused her to spit out her balls and ouch, and voluntarily rock her hips to match his tongue.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming…” she swiftly got rid of his mouth, her body slid down, directly over his manhood, and then grabbed the rail at the end of the bed with both hands and shook it with all her might, and that hospital bed shook and crunched heaven and earth with it.

His eyes were still closed, his expression twisted and his body tingling. In this position he could only see her backside, but his hands could reach her ass, so he reached out and squeezed the tips of her buttocks with his claws, pinching out two bruises before he stopped.

In the upper position she shook out a sweat and reversed her body, with excellent technique, and still not disengaged from the merging place. In the right position, she straightened her feet and his stacked on top of each other, and her upper body also bent down, using only her hands to support the bed, so that the buttocks in a circle to rub, extremely enjoyable. His hands held the hanging in front of his nipple, and his fingers clamped on the nipple, hard, so that she could not help but grunt.

“Come on, kiss me, I can’t.” He called out.

The two mouths also close together, tongue intertwined, only a moment of work, he could no longer support, leaked a pain.

Ah, my white angel, now it’s time for me to give you an IV.

From beginning to end, Cheng Yuan fantasized about having sex with that pretty nurse and masturbated to her. Have you ever had this experience? Is it immoral? Is it dirty? Is it dirty? Don’t ask me, I don’t know.

“Ouch…” shouted Cheng Yuan after the white angel, no, it was Alan, climbed out of bed, “My wound hurts!”

“Let’s see.” Alan wrenched his head around for a closer look, and a moment later frowned, “Damn, I told you it might burst into blood.”

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The metaphor of “a knife at the head of the character “is quite suitable for Cheng Yuan at present. For the sake of this night’s desire, the wound on his head burst a little more, causing him to delay his discharge from the hospital for three days; will it affect the things inside his head from now on, making the “fake immortal” a mere name? The doctor didn’t dare to say. The doctor didn’t dare to say, but Cheng Yuan didn’t care much, as long as it didn’t affect the thing in his lower body that was sometimes soft and sometimes hard, it was good.

As for the white angel who couldn’t figure out why his wounds burst open, she didn’t realize that she was the culprit!

A Cheng Yuan out of the yard, the first thing is to the field to re-verify that the blind old man pine wood division of the assertion is still valid, although the broken eat beef of the ring, can also be retribution ah! It is said to offset the bad luck.

The rest of the three feet on the table he recognized two, the poker skills, no words is the upper section of the other muffled, but four rounds of cards played down to see is not an oil lamp; of course, like this professional casino, playing three thousand dollars a bottom of the mahjong, it is possible to run into the Lu meat feet? Unless you are an idiot who can’t live with money, it’s a good thing you didn’t run into the Langzhong.

After eight rounds of cards, counting the chips, he Cheng Yuan has won more than 80,000, as expected, bad luck has been away from him.

“Old Cheng, you’ve made a spell today, haven’t you?” The owner, Mr. Zhou, teased him, “What kind of law is this? You have to crack your own head first to teach it!”

“You can’t spill the beans.” He pointed to the back of his head and said, “It’s not a good idea to knock on this one, you might hang up or become an idiot or something, you think it’s good money? You think it’s good money?

“It’s just shit luck, I’m going to make you look good later.” A poker player interjected.

Good? Wow, that’s pretty good! It’s really nice! Cheng Yuan grabbed a deck of cards, and actually had a big four happy frame, the West and South Wind characters each had three cards, and had become two hitches, the North Wind had a pair, to be touched, only the East Wind only had one.

I don’t know if you know how to play our national pastime, but I am as good as a monkey. When I was a student, I earned my pocket money by playing mahjong; however, I quit gambling now because I listened to an elder’s advice. He said, “You’ve been playing mahjong all your life, what other cards haven’t come up?”

Indeed, I have even seen the rare and highest-counted Big Four, so is mahjong still worth playing? It would be a penance to write a novel to persuade you not to be addicted to gambling!

Without further ado, hurry up and watch this exciting inning.

Cheng Yuan’s opponent played a North Wind right here and he touched it. Now with one up and one listening, he only had two wasted cards in his hand; a red center and an east wind.

It was getting tense, it was Cheng Yuan’s turn to draw a card, and when it was too late, he saw his creamy cinnamon hand poking out. A Dongfeng really drew in for him.

His heart almost stopped beating, he carefully played the red center, and now he heard Dongfeng and Jiwan fall against each other. Now it doesn’t matter whether Hu Dongfeng or Jiwan has a big or a small quadruple happiness, if there is no difference between a big and a small quadruple happiness, it will be considered a full table.

The field master Zhou, who had watched the battle from the side of his opposite house, was suddenly obsessed with talking to him at this critical juncture.

“Hey, Cheng, have you seen Lao Tang lately?” He asked.

“Who?” He was simply distracted, his mind kept screaming, “East Wind, East Wind.”

“Donald Duck! He’s made a big mistake and the Word knows it.”

Cheng Yuan raised his head and glanced at him, “I haven’t seen him, what is it?”

“He’s embarrassed!” Mr. Zhou smiled evilly, “He recently did a Bentley, trying to get it to the mainland, I didn’t realize that the owner of the car was a corner head of the vertical line, the other party found out that it was him who did it, he was so angry that he let out the word that he would give him death…”

“What happened afterward?” Cheng Yuan was distracted.

“You do not fork it! Later, old Tang Tao brother returned the car to the corner head, the other side of the car according to accept, but the words are still put. He said, even the police see his car do not dare to check, courtesy of three points, his old Tang is something, dare to move the earth on the head of the year, causing him to lose face. To reconcile, OK, leave the bladder that opens the lock of his car.”

“That hard? So what did old Don say?”

“How dare he fart? He has already disappeared with his disciples and grandchildren in the jianghu!” The venue master gloated a bit and asked, “Isn’t he always involved with you? That’s why I’m asking you!”

“Bah, bah, bah.” Cheng Yuan immediately replied back, “We drew the line a long time ago, don’t set me up!”

He felt the gauze on the back of his head and pondered the whole incident. If not for the glass that flew out of the sky, he would probably have forged a fake license for Lao Tang the next day when he woke up, so as to make a fortune for him, and wouldn’t that have been a trap for him? Would he still be able to play poker here at this moment? Can this right hand, which is good at forgery, still touch the east wind? Will the other side let him go?

All we need is an east wind. Where’s mine?

If not for that cup, Lao Tang would have urged him to get the documents out quickly, so that the stolen car sold out. He was injured, the old Tang has had, it is inconvenient to find him again, that brain injury is not exactly a blessing in disguise?

It’s a blessing in disguise, but it’s not a disaster, but it’s still a sweaty mess, and even the creamy cinnamon hand is sweaty. The sweaty butterscotch hand dips forward, picks up a card, and rubs his middle finger into the face of the card…

Jesus, it was Dongfeng with two mustaches down there. Jesus…his whole heart tingled, his blood rushed straight upwards, and the wound under the gauze felt like a crater, about to erupt again.

At this very moment, he skillfully used two fingers to turn the card over, so that the card face up so as to show the crowd, but the card did not listen to him, and slipped out of his sweaty fingers, jumped twice on the table, and then rolled down to the floor, and then turned over a few times before stopping. The crowd all inclined their heads down to look at the card, but he didn’t need to, just a steep heart sinking all the way down, like that east wind, to take you to hell.

“It’s East Wind!” Mr. Zhou picked up the card from the floor and handed it back to Cheng Yuan, “It’s a waste card! You don’t want it, right?”

“Right.” He gritted his teeth, “Who wants this lousy east wind.”

In fact, at the same time, he really rolled over in his heart a thousand times, he fucked a thousand times, that is, holding on to that card and not letting go. The cooked duck flew away, the card that fell on the ground is just like the water that splashed out; self-touch does not count, this is the iron law in gambling.

“Throat, man, it’s your turn to play your cards.”

“Drag a dead dog! Play faster, okay?”

“What’s Dongfeng afraid of? No one wants it!”

His heart gradually calmed to accept this fact. He inserted the east wind into the deck, drew a ninety thousand to hit the sea, and turned a single ninety thousand. He inserted the east wind into the deck, drew a ninety thousand to hit the sea, and turned a single ninety thousand. Thinking about it, but the gods of fate tend to give you only one chance, and that’s when the same guy who said he got lucky pushed his cards down.

“Ninety thousand listen to how long! You don’t want to play Dongfeng when I tell you to.” He glanced at Cheng Yuan, “See! It’s firing.”

Fuck you mom! He clenched his fists on the mahjong, really wanting to throw a hand on his face, out of the big four happy and the east wind of anger. But then something happened.

The electric bell rang, one after the other, and several people looked at each other.

Yardmaster Zhou quietly approached the door and asked in a deep voice, “Who?”

“Police…” shouted the man at the door, “Come to the Prosecution.”

The room was in chaos all of a sudden, those who collected mahjong collected mahjong, those who moved tables and chairs moved tables and chairs. He Cheng Yuan opened the drawer, first collected all his chips, stuffed into his pocket, and then turned in a circle in the room, not knowing what to do.

“Is it done?” The weekly field master by the door whispered, “I’m going to open the door.”

“No, I have a record, can’t see the police ah!” Cheng Yuan also whispered back, but like a fire burning ass can be restless, but also dominate a pair of feet to walk around, really anxious that he is about to pee out.

“Then you’d better dodge off the balcony!” Someone came up with the idea: “Before you get us involved.”

It was the only way out. He opened the floor-to-ceiling window and walked onto the balcony and looked down… where was the third floor? How can we play?

“Open the door…we’re going to break in if you don’t.” The one outside the door was shouting again.

Cheng Yuan was in a cold sweat again. He glimpsed a drainpipe by the balcony, no matter what, he climbed over and grabbed it, and started to slide down; it was not long before he slid down, at first he felt that the pipe in his hand shook a few times, followed by the sound of kala, and then his whole body tilted backward and fell down.

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When a bad man walks on the road, even a mangy dog will bite you, Gao Sen deeply felt this way. Of course he didn’t know about the series of evil things that had happened to that bad man Cheng Yuan in Taipei recently. The bad man he thought was Ba Anguo, a young man from his hometown who was suspected of murder, because that victim was unfortunately called by the Lord’s favor.

This made the case even bigger.

If Ghosn thinks he’s a bad guy, then obviously he doesn’t think he’s a murderer either! You can smell it in his press releases, so the director can’t take it personally.

The director thought that his starting point was problematic, having first set up the role of the young man as a fellow villager, so that his analysis of the case was biased and failed to meet the minimum spirit of impartiality of journalists.

“Revise it before you post it!” The director threw his manuscript back.

Ghosn did not insist that the director’s argument was not wrong. So he centered the press release’s account of the suspicions of the case on the murder knife.

The murder knife does have Ba Anguo’s clear fingerprints on it, and the knife was found in his arms when he was caught, so the most direct analysis is that he is undoubtedly the prime suspect; however, according to the investigation, the knife was not owned by Ba Anguo, so was it slipped to him during the melee? Or in the wielder of the knife after the wounding of the person who put it to him in order to frame the blame? This is the key.

Goshen once again came to the county police station and went directly to a criminal police officer he knew well; this person’s surname was Qian and he was a flatlander.

“Are there any other fingerprints on the murder knife?” He asked, getting right to the point.

“There is.” Detective Qian was also very dry: “But it’s not clear, I can’t find out who it belongs to.”

“Anyway, it can be proven that he’s not the only one who touched this knife is.”

“So what? Will it prove that he didn’t kill the man?”

“Lord Interpol…” said Gosseyn with a mock guffaw. “I mean, at least it’s not certain that Baan Guk killed him.”

“Nonsense, of course we know this, and to get the whole case out of the way, we need to find the young man who gave him the knife, the owner of the knife.” Detective Qian patted Gao Sen and continued, “You yo, don’t get in too deep.”

Of course he understood this meaning, but still pressed on, “Has the owner of the knife been found out?”

“Only the nickname is known.” Detective Qian frowned, “They call him Tom Boy, down in the north, eighteen or nineteen years old, not yet in the army, with a naked woman tattooed on his left arm, and that’s all that was asked.”

“Kids these days…” sighed Gosseyn, unable to help himself.

“Anyone who dares to carry a knife or weapon with him is by no means a good person. At his age, I’m afraid it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack if it’s his first offense.”

“That’s bad for Baan Kingdom.”

“It’s your fault.” He confused Gosseyn with this statement.

“Why?”

“You’re the ‘sun coming out’! Why didn’t the Great Chief teach your people well? You should be heavily reprimanded with twenty lashes.”

“Go! The head of this era has long been useless!” He put his arm around Detective Qian’s shoulder, “My friend, honestly, did you fix him?”

“Who?” He played dumb on purpose.

“Baan State.”

“Go!” He bellowed back, “With those bones of his, it’s a wonder he won’t be killed if you move him, and he dares to fight.”

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Ghosn came to the village of Mistai at the invitation of Ba Anguo’s father, whose Ba home was on the hillside land above the playground of the Mistai National Elementary School, overlooking the entire school.

More than twenty years ago, he took his siblings to walk eight kilometers up the mountain every day to study here; at that time, the classroom was not the present-day reinforced concrete house, and there were many slate houses. Inside the classroom, the clear sound of reading on the slate as if it would make a ding-dong sound, very pleasant, and as if through the time tunnel, teaching more than twenty years later, he listened to a lot of attention.

“Uluku…” someone called out to him.

Three or five people had already gathered in the small square in front of Batarang’s house and were discussing the matter while drinking. He was greeted with a seat and a toast of rice wine.

“Have you been to see him?”

“I heard that the person who was killed died, will there be a death sentence?”

“Taro’s bad luck, getting a son in his old age and…”

The people talk nonsense about the case, but not marginal, Gao Sen did not answer, only drink alone.

“Uru Valley.” The man who spoke was younger, but still a few years older than he, Gosseyn, recognized by the name of Lee; he paused a moment and said, “The Rukai have not been out of grass for a long, long time.”

Not understanding what he meant, he put down his glass and looked at him waiting for the next step.

“Why don’t children understand this? Why?”

GaoSen found a strong sense of wine in the pupils of his eyes, no, more than that, there must be something hidden behind that sense of wine, which he failed to discern for a while.

“Ripa Ripa (brother), don’t talk about it, let’s drink.” He had to cross the subject and raise his glass to toast him.

“What’s the situation now? Please tell us!” Batarang asked.

Gao Sen told a detailed account of his meeting with the money criminal police, and also analyzed the whole case, in order not to upset the old people and give them some hope, he boldly guessed that the murderer was not Ba An Guo, but the bad boy Tong Zi, who was still on the run.

Surprisingly, some people applauded and raised their glasses in celebration.

At that moment Mrs. Bar came out of the room, and brought a dish of whole pieces of pancetta, which she placed in the midst of the people to accompany the wine. She cut it neatly into slices with a cordon bleu, and distributed it to each person, while his husband placed a pinch of salt before each.

Mrs. Ba’al’s hand was trembling as she distributed the meat to Gosseyn, and Holland’s eyes reddened as she fell at his heels.

“Baby that, get up, get up…” said Gosseyn, so nervous that he even spilled his drink and helped her up stiffly.

In fact, Mrs. Ba can not be longer than a few years old, and Ba Taro is considered young and old, but Taro counted his elders, but also only to auntie honorific.

“You have to save my child. Ulugu…” she wailed, “You’re the ringleader, you have to save him.”

Batarang helped her aside and comforted the mother who was about to lose her child in her native tongue, and for a long time the two of them were in silent embrace and silent tears.

The environment, which was already characterized by low air pressure, was even more solemn at this moment. Gosseyn hit the campus looking all the way to the top of Misty Head Mountain, and the tumbling fog and mist gripped his thoughts far, far away at once…the child who went to school barefooted, the sister who clamored for a backpack, the red-faced Alan who slept on his uncle’s shoulder, the childhood of touching fish and shrimp in the stream valley.

Ah! Where have those days of wild flowers and grasses gone? Suddenly, he understood the meaning of this Li brother’s words just now, and he also saw clearly what was in the pupils of his eyes after the wine. That was the unfathomable, gradually revealed from their fingertips, expression, wrinkles – loss. They had always been lost in this pack, and it never stopped.

He drank a glass of the spicy wine, while at the same time the tear juice hit his eyes and overflowed, and that too without stopping.

Out of the grass? Where to? Who are the enemies? The enemy is gone, and all that comes are friends, but these friends are more insidious than the enemies of the past; and the beasts are gone, but these friends are more cruel than the beasts of the past. So, seal the sword!

Them good folks of the aboriginals, I’m sure you guessed who it was, and unfortunately, you guessed right, it was none other than you and me, the big han chauvinists.

The so-called chauvinists of the Han Dynasty are those who call them aborigines with their mouths, but in their hearts they call them fannies; those who restore their original names, but do not understand their culture; those who encroach on their land, but boast of their good governance; those who set up aboriginal committees, but only offer small favours; and those who think that they have been given civilization, but are only the dregs of it. They are allowed to flow into the cities, but they are only marginalized.

I’m ashamed to say that I’m a big han chauvinist pig too!

Takamori must have heard my apologies inside． Having calmed down a bit, he wiped away his tears and then called Batarang over. He used the piece of meat he had shared with him, dipped it in the salt in front of him and handed it to him, “Eat it and don’t worry, I will save your child and bring him back to you, Misty Head Mountain bears witness to that.”

The group applauded again when they heard him say this. Their simplicity had convinced them of his vow. In these mountains, an oath is worth a thousand contracts.

“Ulugu.” The elder brother surnamed Li called him again, seemingly drunk or not: “There is an abai bai (woman) in your village of Lu, called Du Youlan, right? She’s in Taipei!”

Gosseyn put down his glass with a huff, stared up at him and asked, “How do you know? She’s been missing for a long time.”

“Last week, I went to Taipei to see my brother, and he said he ran into her at the hospital!”

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Mr. Lee’s brother did meet his fellow countryman Duyulan at the hospital, and he called out to her, “Malay humor…”

Du Youlan turned her head and glanced at him, then helped a man with his head wrapped in gauze to walk away. The man she was holding up, no, the decaying man, was none other than Cheng Yuan who had only just fallen from the second floor.

Cheng Yuan’s luck in this period of time is really chaotic, can’t say good, can’t say bad, always seem to be good, and then suddenly turn bad, bad seems to be vaguely free from bad luck. It’s hard to explain!

According to say, a wine glass will be able to hit him to the hospital to live these days, that fall from the second floor upside down, do not “out of the mountain”! But he fell on a piece of illegal asbestos tile, smashed a hole like a humanoid, and then fell on a chicken coop, crushed two chickens; to be his wake up from the shock, the family people, the dog also woke up, a time to call, barking, he Cheng Yuan can not take care of the pain in the body, opened the iron door on the flash la!

On this night, he became a cock-a-doodle-doo, typical.

On the following day, when he asked Alan to send him to the hospital for a check-up to see if he had added any more injuries, the family that had suffered an unmitigated disaster was counting their losses, and inadvertently found several chips inside the chicken coop, which puzzled them and became a permanent mystery to their family.

A thief lost his hand and had to throw a few chips, what kind of rules of the road is that? Their wondering was detected by Cheng Yuan. How many chips did he lose? How should he count it with the venue owner? He thought hard.

But the doctor didn’t care what was going on in his head, he only cared about the wound outside his head. Luckily, it had only burst a little, but the gauze that had only just been removed had been wrapped back around it.

“This is it, the rest is fine.” The doctor asked curiously after the treatment, “Brother, what did you do! Why does your body have a strange odor, like chicken manure.”

Cheng Yuan could not tell the doctor the reason for the re-injury, how to open this mouth? He even lied to Alan that he fell downstairs after playing mahjong. Returning to his residence, he couldn’t wait to make a call to the owner, Zhou, who, fortunately, was actually at home and hadn’t been arrested and taken to the police station.

“Where are the cops?” He asked.

“They fled long ago!” Owner Zhou said easily, “They’re here to look for wanted criminals. Shit, it’s probably because my neighbors are not happy with me, so they falsely reported that there is a wanted man here, so that the cops can come to cut down my gambling game and make a fool of me.”

“That cop didn’t bother with your field?”

“They said they knew we were playing mahjong, otherwise why did they take so long to open the door? Family mahjong! It’s nothing unusual. Who doesn’t have fun? Then they checked our IDs and that was the end of it! But before we left, one of the cops asked, “How did the three of us play mahjong?”

He heard the other man laugh evilly, harshly.

“You’re still laughing, fuck you, I climbed to the second floor to protect the three of you and fell down, falling all over the place.” Cheng Yuan lied about the military, he had a purpose.

“Really!” The other was surprised, “We closed the landing, so we didn’t hear anything. But it’s a good thing, otherwise the cops wouldn’t have heard it too, and there’s still a reason not to come downstairs to hunt you down? Who doesn’t understand the weakness of a thief!”

“Thief your ass.” He didn’t bother to argue and steered to the point, “Let me ask you, what about my winnings?”

“You won?” The other party was shocked again, “Hey, Fake Fairy, the poker game only went halfway before it broke up, whose did you win? Holy shit, I can’t even get my head money, you still want it!”

“But all the chips are still in my hands, they can’t deny the account, you are the venue owner, it’s your responsibility to help me get them back.” In order to increase the negotiation chips, he added, “Damn, do you know, just when you were talking to me about Donald Duck, I touched myself the big four happiness, that is, the one that fell on the ground Dongfeng, remember it! The result doesn’t count, but I even let someone else have a shot.”

“Holy shit…” field master Zhou spat again, “Who can blame you for the cards falling on the floor? It’s your Big Four Happiness that’s gotten us into trouble. What kind of card is the Big Four Happiness? It’s a once-in-a-lifetime card, and it’s a bad card for those who have a thin life, so it’s clearly your thin life!”

“Well, well, that chip of mine…”

“Keep it as a souvenir! If it’s too little, I’ll send you another whole box.”

The other party cut off the call.

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Surname Zhou dared to open the field of gambling is by no means an idle generation, black and white both sides of the road to cover the line, with his Cheng Yuan want to eat a portion of the door are not, or maybe he can also be a “two cards”, to the police tipped off that he surnamed Cheng is a master of forging documents, have committed a number of cases, it is not to steal the chicken can not etch a bowl of rice?

It was a good abacus to fiddle with, and a little bit of brainwork was all it took to calculate it. He, Cheng Yuan, threw the handful of chips into the garbage can ten minutes after he hung up the phone, vowing never to think of it again; then he took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and immediately said to Du Yulan, “Let’s go, to Taoyuan.”

He was eager to go to the Peach Orchard to find the blind bone-touching master, Pinewood, of course, because he wanted to get a clear picture of his fate, which made no sense during this period of time. Now, only Pinewood can save him from his bad luck.

This day they went late and didn’t have an appointment, so the registration card they took made him wait for two hours before he saw the master as if he were in springtime.

If you are a practicing physician, every day you can let the people waiting in line to register two hours, and also very patient, then you absolutely deserve the name “apricot grove saint”; this saint’s hand and the pine hand generally have deep power, can touch three women at the same time is not touching the bone, is to touch the flesh.

If you can’t, then I advise you not to study medicine for seven years, why don’t you follow Matsuki’s example and raise three wives and a bunch of kids, without any “eye” miles!

Cheng Yuan could not help but let out a loud fart, which sounded like a cry, “Help!” Of course, you and I are both mortals, we can’t hear the sound of the fart; Pinewood Master, who is so superb, immediately frowned when he heard the sound of the fart, and then said offhandedly, “You’ve broken your precepts.”

Just kidding, I was hospitalized and discharged after eating beef, then hospitalized and discharged after playing cards. That’s a lot of days! Did that piece of beef tenderloin stay in the stomach and turn into a pile of undischarged shit today, bringing out the flavor when I farted?

Unreasonable to unreasonable, but the master is a master, one word, heard Cheng Yuan almost kneel down, not caring about the trauma on the head to kowtow.

“My problem is difficult to clean up, Master Pinewood, please (you go to the human gassho) be merciful and quickly relieve the danger and eliminate the disaster!”

In this passage, the word “you (you go to the people to add show)” is not that I want to deify the pine wood, but when at this time Cheng Yuan, has regarded the pine wood as a deity. He has experienced the head broken and bleeding, self-touching big four does not count, jumping from a building, has long been like a person floating in the sea, then pine wood is not that piece of driftwood is what?

“Speak slowly.” Pinewood turned his ear to him again, ready to listen.

Cheng Yuan told this experience like a wonderful storyteller. If someone on the fourth channel overheard it, I am afraid that he would be invited to be on a program! This was an extraordinary situation, extraordinary, extraordinary. Master Pinewood withdrew his ears and beckoned to him, signaling him to come before him.

Cheng Yuan walked to him, was pressed by his assistant on a small bench; but saw the pine wood master both claws out, in his forehead, the back of the head, double scapulae, chest, back, ring waist, pelvis, etc. touched thoroughly, as if the whole body examination. After the completion of the pine wood turned to face the altar, by the disciple handed three columns of incense, devout worship, and contemplation for a long time, before touching back to the throne o

“You have a friend waiting outside, don’t you?” As soon as Pinewood opened his mouth, he was right on target.

“Right, right.” Cheng Yuan replied quickly.

“Is it a fannie boy?”

He was even more surprised, turning his head to see the expressionless faces of each of Pinewood’s disciples, and only gave a false response.

“Heaven’s justice, heaven’s justice…” the Matsuki Master sighed up to the sky, a pair of white eyes to the ceiling, all white, the whole case seems to be about to come out in the open.

“Master…”

“Three lives ago, Yohji, alas…” he sighed and followed up, “In your first three lives, you were a Japanese boy, a Japanese soldier boy, and Yi was a Fanshi princess. You met in the central mountains, and both of you were very young. You had a crush on Yi, but Yi was already married to one of the ringleaders, and the Fanboys didn’t like the Japboys. You were unwilling to do so, and one day you took advantage of the drunkenness of the chief when he was drinking and singing, and you and your colleagues forced Yee to go away and raped Yee in a dormitory. The next day, Yi knew about this, and then jumped off a cliff and committed suicide.”

“What about me?” Cheng Yuan’s mouth went dry as he listened.

“The Fans suspected Iyi’s death, but suffered from a lack of evidence and had no law against you. Your chief was afraid that you would cause trouble with Oyashiro, so he hurriedly transferred you back to Japan. Yi’s spirit had no way to cross the sea to settle the score with you, and that’s how you ended your life.”

“Now what?”

“I have been looking for you for three lifetimes, and now at last I have found you.”

My goodness. Cheng Yuan told such a great story, how come Pinewood didn’t return the favor? That’s exactly what happened!

“Hardly.” He took a swift trip down memory lane of their time together, “I’m getting the feeling that something’s not right, anything evil happens when I’m with her.”

“But you can’t be separated from Yi for a while.”

“Why? What if she chokes me at night while I’m asleep?”

“No.” Matsuki-sensei said firmly, “Iyi doesn’t know the yoshi of his past life, you can instead use Iyi to resolve the grievances of his past life.”

“How? If it doesn’t work, I’ll die a horrible death.”

“Don’t be alarmed, there’s me on the shelf.” Pinewood’s ears moved: “You hide is not a solution, in the underworld Yi will find you, it is better to die with Yi. Remember, wait a moment I open half a month talisman to you, every close before sleeping, give Yi a cup of talismanic water, so that Yi in the dream will not see things in the past life, a long time to forget the revenge; and you have to put a picture of Yi in the side, three times a day to worship, and Yi row disrespect, begging for forgiveness, so, Yi will not cause you to lose your luck.”

“It’s not hard, I can do it.”

“Shelve there.” Pinewood Division said with a mouthful of words, “When performing intercourse, you can’t touch Yi’s left breast, the heart area will make Yi emit hatred and teach you to decline.”

１０

Pinewood master really “blind”, the same way I also have this ability, but the starting point is different, so he as a fortune teller to earn a lot of money, while I have to be a poor writer to advise the world not to superstitious.

Cheng Yuan had not read my novel, so superstitious that before he left, he had to ask: “Can the beef be opened?”

Only the Master smiled and said something inscrutable, “Does it hurt to rest your head case?”

Cheng Yuan’s head still ached vaguely, but could he eat beef or not?

Far away in Pingtung Wutai Township Gao Sen just woke up, head is also a vague pain, the power of the old rice wine, the Public Market Bureau is really credit in the party state.

It was almost dusk, and he got drunk in the square in front of Batarang’s house. When he sat up, he found that more and more people were drinking, and the whole stone table was full of people of both sexes. As soon as he got up, a glass of wine was handed to him from the side to restore his soul in his delicate hand, but it was actually Yan Ruyu’s.

“Why are you here?” He asked, surprised.

“It’s my home!” She returned.

Right, really drunken stupor, she was originally from Terrace Village, of course she was considered the owner, except that working in the flatlands she also came back only on holiday celebrations, and on this day someone had obviously tipped her off.

“You’re famous now.” Yan Ruyu continued, “The whole village knows that only you can save Ba An Guo.”

“Talking like this is harming me, you know?” He smiled bitterly, “I’m just a reporter, if he really killed someone, even if I’m a judge, there’s nothing I can do.”

“They say at least you taught the police not to beat him.” She said as she shook her fan beside him.

He knew that she was chasing mosquitoes away from him, and had been doing it since twilight, so it was no wonder that his drunken body hadn’t been bitten by mosquitoes. He wanted to say something grateful but didn’t.

“Urutani.” Batarang called to him from the crowd, “Wake up and have another drink.”

He was about to raise his glass when Yan Ruyu spoke up instead, haranguing Batarang in his native Rukai, teaching him to stop looking for Gosseyn to drink.

“Are you his wife? Or his girlfriend?” Batarang was so drunk that he joked even about his juniors, “If you got married, why didn’t you invite me to the wedding?”

The crowd burst into laughter and followed up with jokes about the two of them.

“They get on the bus first and make up their tickets later!”

“Don’t get married, to a not only (sleep), it’s useless to get married.”

“Tonight I want Idigagu (to make love).”

Goshen was helpless by this mess of theirs, picked up his glass and stood up, saying, “Seniors of Misty Terrace, on behalf of Rui ㄧ Nurang (Go Dew), I’d like to toast you all and wish you a long life.”

“Long life, can’t understand.”

“Ripip Nurang is looking for our lady from Mistai Village, no way!”

“Uruguay, three cups to pass.”

Or that brother surnamed Li said at the beginning of this stall of wine, “The Rukai tribe has not been out of the grass for a long time,” and stepped in to relieve him, “The mountain road is very long, and he has to go down the mountain tonight!”

“That’s okay.” Gosseyn patted him on the shoulder and continued to the masses, “I’ll drink three glasses and ask for your forgiveness.”

He drank one glass after another, and by the third glass, he was almost catching rabbits.

“Forgive what? Ulugu to be clear.” Someone yelled again.

“Alright! Don’t go too far.” Knowing his condition, Batarang took the initiative to relieve him.

Gao Sen, but he was drunk again and again, Fang sat down and felt two big heads, he said to Yan Ruyu beside him, “You, why did you come?”

“For you.” Kisame replied simply.

“Don’t, don’t you…” he said painfully, “We won’t get anywhere.”

“Urutani, my body already belongs to you…”

“Why? Why don’t you leave me alone?”

“Uruguay, you’re drunk, Malay humor (Duyulan) won’t come back.”

“Why don’t you leave me alone?” Gosseyn repeated again in a voice that bordered on a sob.

“Ulugu.” Ruyu said to him with utmost certainty, “Du araiga yi, gora ㄍㄧ u ah bacha yi, that ga lu lang um (I will not marry you in this life).”

１１

Gosseyn had been driven down the mountain by Yan Ruyu on her motorcycle, and woke up after going over several mountains, over Ila, and across the bridge that spanned the Ailiao Creek. He moved his hands up from directly behind her back and folded his grip on her breasts while his head rested on her back, yelling out, “Stop the car! Stop the car!”

She stopped. He stepped out of the car quickly and ran to the side of the grass to vomit. She ran over to him, too, patting his back and rubbing his chest.

“Okay, it’s okay.” He leaned up to the sky.

“You’re drinking too fast.”

“You leave me alone and go!”

“No.” She looked stronger and stronger in the middle of nowhere, “I’m going to take care of you.”

“For life?” He asked.

“For life.” She replied.

“Very good.” He staggered over to the workhouse of a ruined house and unzipped his pants and peed.

“Urutani, remember what I just said?” She asked as she followed up.

“Remember.” A stagger brought him prone to the ground.

She tried to go over to him to help him before she took his hand, only to be torn to the ground and tangled with his body as he pulled her to the ground.

“Ruyu, I want you.” Goshen said under a bright moon, but his hands were not honestly exploring her body.

“Not you in this life.” She murmured again.

“I hear you.” He said as he peeled off her blouse buttons.

Yan Ruyu still murmured, allowing his hands to probe inside her corset and roam around the peaks of her breasts.

Ghosn was originally lying on his side beside her caressing her breasts, and a moment later, he violently rolled up on top of her and kissed her on the lips; and she responded enthusiastically, her tongue probing all the way into his mouth, almost reaching the inside of his throat.

He sucked on her saliva, and it felt like a jellied liquid, soothing him to the core, and his throat, dry from alcohol, seemed to be completely moisturized and therefore awakened. He became even more excited, and retracting his tongue, he moved one head down to capture her firm nipple, licking it in a circular motion.

“Uh… ah…” she called softly, feeling a light come on, and opening her eyes, a locomotive was approaching from a distance.

She wrapped her arms around his head and didn’t start to scream out again until the locomotive passed her by.

“Urutani…I’ll marry you in this life…don’t stop, don’t…” she arched her lower body high against his, and rubbing it from side to side as she encountered the hardness, which became more and more exciting.

He woke up suddenly from the scent of her breasts, his lower body was about to break out of his pants, so he had to abandon the nipples and move further down, kissing the hole through her skirt; the harder he pushed, the higher she screamed, her pelvis lifted to the extreme, and the line of her lower cunt area was clearly visible through the outer skirt.

He lifted her skirt up with his mouth and then his teeth on the elastic band of her panties; she cooperated, and the panties came down one leg unhindered. Impatiently, he kissed her directly on her pussy.

“Hmm…your beard, mustache…it’s stinging me…”

Gosen’s unshaven beard for a few days played a role, teaching her lower body to swing uneasily, but the more she swung, the smoother her pussy water flowed, obviously she was in a state of both pain and pleasure. This makes him even more carefree, a tongue straight to the end, but also in the inside of the river, making her screaming for mercy, bitterness and happiness.

After a moment of false weakness in her legs, she clamped down hard on his head and did a big flip into the top position; then sat up, reversed her upper body, hastily removed the waistband of his pants, probed for his stiff rod, and shook it.

He was not willing to show weakness, hands up, holding her peaks also vigorously squeezed and kneaded. After a while, she couldn’t stand it any longer, and turned around, straddling his waist; without using her hands to pull her in, she slid right in; just as soon as she twitched, the sound of chirping resounded in the wilderness without a care in the world.

“Touch my grandmother…brother, pinch it, pinch it…” she screamed deliriously. Besides him, only Yue Niang could hear her.

He obeyed the instruction, no, it was even more excessive, he was leaning up his upper body to take a bite of one of them, and his lower body was still full of cooperating to slam upwards; no, it was even more excessive, his hands also encircled over her waist and tightly pinched her buttocks. This move benefited her breasts, pussy and buttocks, and her whole person was so wasted that she fell headfirst onto his chest.

He was below the top for a while, can not eat what force, they hold her in the grass a roll, set the right position, both hands catch her feet palms, hard to both sides of the push, so that her peach blossom source hole to meet him greatly open, and then gently rocking hips, so that she a little bit to bear; about a hundred foot thrust until he turned into a fierce attack, yin and yang will be almost like gold and iron intersection, will erupt sparks; and because of too much force, so that her body has been sliding forward side. When the yin and yang met, it was almost like gold and iron meeting, like sparks would burst out; and because of the excessive force, her body kept sliding forward.

Just as she was about to slide to the edge of the gutter, she knew she was about to finish, and taking advantage of the aftermath of the end, she clamped her cunt down hard and felt the lips of her pussy open wide for it as she felt a torrent of hot streams squirt into it.

Chapter 3: Revisiting Misty Head Mountain

１

In this life, it’s not you who will marry. Just for these words, Gao Sen finally agreed to get engaged. He could no longer hold Yan Ruyu’s body and dream of celestial intercourse, or dream of the unattainable Du Youlan, who was better than life and death, so after discussing with his family, his parents went to Misty Terrace Village in person to propose marriage.

On the dry morning of the day of the marriage proposal, Du Yulan woke up in a trance in Taipei’s Banqiao, looking at a sunlight slanting into the room, and suddenly her heart ached, as if she had been shot by that sunlight. She had an inexplicable feeling of life and death, as if she knew that she had an incurable disease and would soon die; so she suddenly missed her hometown.

O Misty Mountain, will you retreat from the mist to meet this lost child?

She glanced over her shoulder and realized that Cheng Yuan was not sleeping beside her. Curious, she stepped out of the bedroom and saw him sitting in the living room in high spirits; although he was in high spirits, the bags under his eyes were black, and when she looked at the coffee table, which was full of amphetamine tools, she didn’t think it was unusual.

“Been up all night?” She went into the bathroom to ally wash without waiting for his answer.

As a matter of fact, Cheng Yuan did stay awake all night. Ever since that old blind man, Songmu Shi, made up that bizarre, mysterious, and wonderful story out of thin air, he had a hard time falling asleep; especially when he was sleeping next to Alan.

No matter how ridiculous the old blind man is, there is one thing that coincides with me. At the beginning of this novel, I described Cheng Yuan as wanting to violate Lan, but Lan didn’t agree, so he took advantage of her, and his finger in her private parts was like a Japanese warlord freely moving in and out of China, so you could call his finger “Little Japan”. When Matsuki said that he was a Japanese soldier in his first three lives, it was a mistake, and you can’t help but believe that he’s old and good at this.

Cheng Yuan was scared to death, did not expect from the former he slaughtered, chopping, in and out of the Fanny, but actually his enemy three lifetimes ago, and to take revenge on him. Prior to this, he also had doubts, whether this woman and the old blind man conspired to design him, so that he would not dare to do anything to her, but on second thought, the woman would never have this kind of brain.

How powerful is Master Pinewood? How can you doubt it? Having spent two nights in this way without sleep, he could not stay up any longer or his little life would be at stake! He had to worship her according to the prescription prescribed by Master Pinewood.

Du Yulan came out of the restroom and sat down across from him before slowly opening her mouth, mumbling at first but a little timidly, “I’d like to go back to Pingtung to have a look around, is that possible?”

He raised his head, gazed at her with those two dark eyes, and said, very slowly, “Go ahead!”

She was shocked. Originally thought that he would definitely rough her up when he heard this request, and the fending position was all ready, unexpectedly he agreed to it, was he playing some tricks again?

She then probed, “If you don’t feel at ease, you can go back with me.” This means that if you are afraid that I will never return, you can always keep a close eye on me!

Cheng Yuan waved his hand and said with some impatience, “Coming and going back and forth is all a matter of life.”

What was the meaning of this? She was even more confused.

Du Yulan found that after he came back from Taoyuan, the whole person seems to have changed, and can casually count a few items: First, he did not share a bed with her, and even did not close his eyes, the whole night all rely on the fourth table to pass the time, and if you want to doze off, you can use amphetamines to serve. Second, his sexual ability is very different from the past, the past two days do not even touch her, even her body does not even look at a glance. Third, he suddenly in every night will brew a cup of milk for her, said for her body, but again all sneaky in the kitchen to get. Fourth, in the past, he was to be in full control of her whereabouts, never to be far away, now seems to have mercy.

Du Yulan can not imagine how, he did not dare to sleep is afraid of her three lifetimes ago the soul of the injustice of the middle of the night possessed, holding a knife to cut his head; do not have sex with her is to hold back again and again, for fear of an excitement stroked her left breast, hooking up her three lifetimes ago the memories of the; soak the milk is convenient to put down the talisman to teach her to forget that tragedy.

As for letting her go back to Pingtung, it’s even funnier. Now he hopes that she will never go back, from now on, bye bye, each go their own way; but the pine tree master said, everything can not be forced, can not be avoided, only with God’s will.

“Well, then, I’ll pack my bags and go.”

He also took a wave.

Of course, Alain would not think deeply about the reason, she thought that his man had changed, changed back to the first meeting of the same gentleman, gentle, understanding. Finally, God still has eyes, not to let her continue to suffer; a excited, packing some want to cry. Carrying her luggage out of the bedroom, she saw 10,000 yuan on the table, and was so moved that the corners of her eyes became wet; she collected the bills and was about to go out when Cheng Yuan called out to her from behind.

“Do you have a photo?”

“What for?”

“Save one for me, I’m, I’m afraid I’ll miss you.”

It would be, and her eyes were literally drooping with tears.

２

As soon as Du Yulan left, Cheng Yuan immediately placed the photos she left behind on the TV, went out and bought all the incense sticks, gold and silver foil paper, then respectfully took three incense, then went to the balcony and carefully burned the paper money one by one, reciting straight from his mouth!

“Miss Aborigine, no, Princess, I’m sorry…how the fuck did I know that I was Japanese before my third life? In fact, I hate the Japs the most, they massacred the Chinese before the war, and after the war, they slashed the NT dollar, like the Japanese comics made a fortune…I became Chinese in this life, it’s kind of retribution, we should be even, right? Don’t you ever look for me again, okay? I beg you.”

Paper money burned, suddenly stage a wind, ashes will be in the small balcony flying up, although it is daytime is still a little scary. Cheng Yuan felt the wound at the back of the head and swelling pain, a dizziness after feeling some cold, it seems that the whole room is permeated with cold, so do not dare to stay in the house, hurriedly go downstairs also!

He wandered around the neighborhood for a while, but unconsciously came to the small park where Alain usually sat alone, sat on the chair she was accustomed to sitting on, and smoked cigarettes just like her, looking at the passers-by unrelated to the intention of throwing him a ground cigarette butts. Passersby are not all irrelevant, there is always some small chance of running into someone you know. I believe that there is some small chance that a person in a trance will, for example, see a vision.

Cheng Yuan didn’t see the vision, but saw an acquaintance. It was Donald Duck, a habitual automobile thief wanted by the gangsters, getting out of a taxi.

“Old Tang…” bellowed Cheng Yuan, “Finally, I’ve blocked it for me.” He rushed across the street and grabbed him, but the other party had no intention of escaping.

“When people are bad, they run into ghosts everywhere.” Old Tang shook his head and said, “Don’t you yell, don’t you know I’m on the run?”

“Fuck, I’m also looking for you old bastard miles!” He was all energized again: “Recently by you screwed up, look at my head, now also wrapped into this kind of moral, can not go there, all day nesting in the home incubating eggs. Also, a handful of big four happy self-touch Dongfeng Hu can not, also fucking related to you.”

“Hey, hey. I didn’t bash your head in, so what’s it got to do with me? I fled first that day because I was afraid of trouble from the cops.”

“Am I not afraid? What if I get clipped?”

“That’s why I specifically told your woman to get you to the hospital before I left! That’s the best a friend can do.” He crossed the street toward the park, “Don’t stay on the street, I’ll be in trouble if I run into someone I know.”

“Hey!” He said as he caught up, “You’ve got all the grudges out of the way with this explanation?”

“That’s what it is! We don’t have a grudge. Speaking of which, you still owe me, did not get that wheel out early, causing me to end up in such a situation.” He suddenly remembered something: “Right, you just said a handful of big four happiness did not make it, what happened?”

“Don’t mention it.” Cheng Yuan waved his hand, “Luckily I didn’t help you get into the legs, I saved you and myself! You think, that wheel really get out of the country, you die for sure, I am also dead.”

“So what if I didn’t get it out? So what if I give it back to him? He’s still trying to get me, and he’s going around saying that he wants one of my hands, is there any fucking morality in the world? I might as well sell it out of the country and make a profit so I can run away, I’ll die anyway.”

“I heard. Then how did you end up here?”

“Alas!” Old Tang sighed, his face wrinkled like a shaggy dog: “I’ve been running for my whole life, and I’ve only ever been wanted by the police. It’s easy to hide from the cops, but it’s hard to hide from my brothers! Fuck, that guy is a die-hard, powerful and wide, must be my dog life, I heard that there is also a reward! Even the informer can get a reward, so I have to try to hide in places where my brothers are less likely to be seen.”

“Where in Taiwan are there no brothers?” Cheng Yuan has been speaking more and more learnedly lately.

“That’s why I’ve been changing places everywhere!”

Cheng Yuan’s injury to the back of his head didn’t hinder his aura from coming up with new ideas.

“We are at least brothers.” He patted Old Tang’s shoulder and said, “We can’t just see death and help, I think, you should come to my kiln first to avoid it for a while!”

“You don’t want to collect a bounty, do you?”

“Fuck you, what do you think I am?”

３

This pair of black partners dodge and return to the residence at the time, more than four hundred kilometers away from the Gao Sen line of marriage proposal team, has been voluminous drive into the fog stage village, in front of the fog stage state primary school got off the car.

Yan Ruyu’s family had already made preparations, using millet bunches, sugar cane bunches, peanut balls, red cloths, and flower baskets decorated in a traditional style, but when they heard the firecrackers going off, the crowd immediately came out of their houses to look around. Almost all of the villagers involved in the engagement ceremony were dressed in brightly colored traditional costumes, and for a while, even the wildflowers in full bloom paled in comparison.

Gao Sen and his party were carrying several jars of ancient urns, flowers, wine, traditional food, and a whole pig as a bride price; the leader of the group wore a crown of three wild lilies, a beaded chain around his neck, a robe embroidered with a hundred paces of snakes, a hunting knife at his waist, and a floral lace-up leg, and he looked so radiantly like a chieftain that the villagers couldn’t keep their eyes off of him, and said that Ruyu had a good fate, marrying into the family of a chieftain, and was also a handsome man.

Upon entering Yan’s house, the small living room was instantly packed to the brim, making it difficult to even turn around, and the hosts had no choice but to invite some unnecessary friends and relatives out to make room for the engagement ceremony. The traditional engagement ceremony of the Rukai tribe had also changed with the times, almost sinicized, and the scene was somewhat comical.

Yan Ruyu, the bride-to-be, caused a burst of cheers when she appeared on the stage, wearing a flower crown on her head, her slender and delicate body was covered by an aqua-green gown, and a beaded flower gown was draped over it; her head was hanging low, which attracted a lot of people’s love and affection; and her big watery eyes were full of smiles as she peeked at her man. The slight shyness made her beautiful in every way.

A pair of people were crowded outdoors at a long table already set up, and the parents stood across the table, and then the mayor, the state representative and other political figures took the stage to take turns in the spirit of the speech, long and dull to the extreme.

This is most likely to follow the tradition of the Han Chinese, some big officials to support the scene, the upper part of the speech en leaking, the lower part of the clamor as usual. Even though the speaker is extremely dissatisfied, but still intoxicated in a masturbation-like pleasure; this masturbation is different from the general is that there are many people openly watching, laughing.

In addition to the red tape, the most important thing is of course the wedding banquet. A team of cooks made up of women from the neighboring houses were busy and sweating profusely, and all kinds of traditional mountain delicacies were brought out, such as flying squirrel soup, monkey sausage, and abai (meat wrapped in millet), etc. The whole village was mobilized to eat and drink freely, and some of the tables remained open even in the evening.

Du Yulan, who had returned home from Banqiao, took a bus from the train to Sandimen and then called a pheasant car to go up the mountain, and the sky was already dark. The winding mountain paths were going up and down, turning left and right, just like her bumpy nostalgia; every blade of grass and every tree here was familiar to her, but after all these years it seemed to have long been insulated from her, and there was no intention at all of welcoming her, and they even hid their faces and did not want to see her.

She was open to tears again, for her hometown.

After a large turn, she knew she had reached the village of Misty Terrace, but saw an unusual crowd lining the street. She felt something in her heart and her eyelids jumped twice.

“Wait, Carrier.” She shouted.

After the driver parked the car, she rolled down the window and asked a passerby in Rukai, “Are we celebrating something today?”

“Engaged! Someone’s engaged to go to Rue and Misty Terrace.” He replied.

To Dew Village, who? She was even more curious.

“Who?”

“Go to the Goshen of Dew, answer to the Arai (chief), and marry our Yan Ruyu of Misty Terrace.”

Du Youlan froze in the car for a long time before she said to the driver, “Drive.” But the car traveled about five hundred meters, she called out again, “Stop the car.”

“Miss, are you going to go to de-dew or not?” The driver was impatient.

“I’ll get off this way.” Lost in thought, she said, “Even if it’s to the money that goes to Dew.”

The driver took the money and turned around, leaving her alone within the bleak darkness of the mountains, looking down at the village of Misty Terrace below. Suddenly she didn’t want to cry, back in her hometown.

The days of wandering in the countryside, every time in the most difficult moments, she first thought of the head of the fog head of the mountain, followed undeniably is her first love Gao Sen. After the most difficult period, the Jin Yi night trip home, although not see the fog head mountain, but she knew she was safe and sound standing there looking down on her people; Jin Yi night trip home, only to learn the whereabouts of his first love, but in his engagement day, really how can I be embarrassed ah?

Du Yulan slowly walked down the mountain and returned to Misty Terrace Village, where she was recognized by the townspeople in front of the Misty Terrace State Primary School.

“Malay humor?” An elder who had gone to the village of Luu recognized her under the streetlight: “It’s really Malay Humor, my child, you haven’t been back for a long time.”

“Infina…” she had to call out to her.

“Ulugu is engaged today, come, follow me to Yan’s house.”

“No, I want to go down…”

“No, come with me!”

The woman took her hand and kissed and kissed it to show how much she missed her, then tugged her forward. She was about to approach Yan Ruyu’s house when she bumped heads with her.

“Alan?” Ruyue’s surprise was obvious to anyone.

“It’s me, it’s really me, Ruyu.” She called softly.

“Good classmate.” She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her, “Gao Yun is at my house, let’s get together!”

Ru Yu deliberately did not talk about her engagement to Gao Sen today, but brought the topic to Gao Sen’s sister, Gao Yun, which You Lan knew very well in her heart.

“I have things to do.” Alain patted the back of her hand and said, “Tell Yun I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Back to Ripu Ripu Nurang?” She asked.

“No, I’m going back to Taipei.” Yulan lied.

“I’ll walk you.” Kisame took her arm and headed for the highway.

“Congratulations.” She said.

“What?”

“I congratulate you on marrying a good husband.”

“You know?” Ruyue’s arm trembled, and Yuilan had felt it.

“Uh-huh.” Her eyes filled with tears, “Someone else told me.”

“Malay humor, I wish you the same.” Kisame brought it up with extreme agility.

To the side of the highway, Du Yulan off her arm, from within the purse to touch out three thousand dollars, stuffed into the hands of Ruyu said, “My good classmates, white head and old age.”

Both of her hands held those bills, silent for a while, Ruyu Fang asked as if remembering something, “How do you get down the mountain?”

This question stumped Alain. At night, it was almost impossible to go down the mountain, unless one had an acquaintance to drive them down.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find someone.” After Ruyu said that, she ran to a nearby pile of people to inquire, and a moment later, brought a young man.

“Sorry for the Malay humor, he’s going down the mountain soon, but on a motorcycle, will you take his locomotive down the mountain?” Ruyu said.

５

The day after Takashimori gets drunk in Buntin, he is shaken awake by Bataro from the village of Kiritai.

“Ulugu, get up, my son sent for you on urgent business.”

He rolled over twice before awakening from his sleep, and once he saw it was Batarang, he tried to fall back down again, but he yanked him to his feet.

“Urutani, Takamori, wake up…” called Batarang.

“Baan Guo is looking for me right? I know.” He was still raving.

“Urugu, Tari Arai (chief), I beg you, save my son.” Batarang said in a loud voice.

Now, Ulugu, no, Gao Sen arrived at the Pingtung County Police Station located in the Pingtung City District, just as he was about to enter, he saw a woman walking out of the station, wearing sunglasses, seemingly familiar, his head turned backward along with her hips, the more he saw, the more familiar he looked, and he couldn’t help but call out, “Malay humor?”

The woman stopped, but didn’t turn around, her hair was tossed and she walked out of the police station with her head held high. Ghosn paused for a long moment, then chased after her, only to see that she had gotten into a taxi and was on her way, as if she had turned around and opened the back window to look at him from afar. It was a strange thing to do, and he scratched his head, his hangover clearing a bit.

Inside the detention room, he met Baan Guk.

“Brother Gao.” As if he had seen a savior, he was so anxious that one arm poked out of the fence, “What do they mean, I’m going to be prosecuted?”

He held out a palm and shook his tightly.

“It’s unlikely! If the prosecutor is charging you, it means he already holds enough evidence that you are the murder suspect,” he explained. With the way the case has gone, it seems unlikely.”

“But they said…”

“Who are they?”

“Criminal police!”

Gosseyn had no choice but to approach the sex-money detective again, who was chatting with a colleague within the third unit.

“Old Money, you guys are scaring the kids again aren’t you?” He still got right to the point and asked, “Has he been charged?”

This cop smiled wryly and said, “It’s just a maneuver in handling a case, and you’re going to interfere too?”

“My lord, I wouldn’t dare.” He was quite good at reading people’s words, and seeing that the atmosphere was still good, he also joked, “But you scared him and me at the same time.”

“We’re under pressure too! Prince.” Detective Qian immediately retorted, “The murderer can’t be found, and the deceased’s family threatened to ask the public representatives to come out.”

“Out rubbing rounds of soup, huh?” He said dismissively.

In all seriousness, what Detective Qian said can never be refuted, and the pressure on the police is God knows how great?

The criminal police officer surnamed Qian’s tone eased a bit, and some introspection said: “solved the case, everyone enjoys the blessing; did not solve the case, everyone loser.”

Knowing how hard they worked, Gao Sen was a little heartbroken, so he pressed his shoulder and said, “In the evening, how about going up to the mountain with me and having a drink? I got engaged last night.”

“Damn, insincere, speaking now.” Detective Qian wrapped his arms around him as well.

At that moment one of the aboriginal criminal police officers came up to Gosseyn and said, “Urugu, my cousin came to see me just this morning, you didn’t run into her?”

“Who is your cousin?” He asked.

“Malay humor!” He replied, “I’m from the same village as you, Ripley.”

６

Cheng Yuan led Donald Duck to his residence, the old Tang as soon as he entered the door, he saw the TV set with Du Youlan’s photo, and immediately flirted with him, “I can’t imagine that our fake immortal is actually still a saint of love ah, the woman returned to visit her relatives to go, with a photo to comfort the pain of lovesickness, ah-ha!”

“Damn you old Don, don’t amuse me.” He put the photo away. “Remember well for me, I’m your benefactor, if even I won’t take you in, then you’re just waiting to be chopped up!”

“Yes, yes, Great Benefactor…” old Tang squeezed out an ugly smile, “So where do I sleep?”

Cheng Yuan took him to an extra guest room with piles of clutter.

“Go outside and buy a mattress to make do! In a time of crisis, everything is grim and simple.”

In fact, the reason why Cheng Yuan took him in, not out of good intentions, if even this can not see, then I will be white writing novels these years, white observation of human nature these years; he took in the old Tang, in order to prevent the ghost of the third life of Alan to find him revenge. Two people living in this house, there is no guarantee that there will not be any strange things, with Lao Tang, at least one more layer of protection, but also aggravated the popularity of the house, forgive the ghost will not dare to do. This is his wishful thinking, very good dialing.

Old Don had seen the room when the knocker went off.

“Who is it?” Cheng Yuan asked even more nervously than him.

“My apprentice.”

“How do you know?”

“Of course there’s a code word.” Old Tang gave him a wry glance, “At this juncture, it’s long past time to turn light into dark.”

He called back, umming and ahhing, and after hanging up the phone, he said to Cheng Yuan with a hard look on his face, “It’s my disciple oh! It’s really him.”

“Have a fart and let it go.” Cheng Yuan was quite good at reading people.

“My disciple, my disciple, he’s also full of pity…” old Tang mumbled, “After the incident, I couldn’t take care of them either, and each of them split up. I don’t know what happened to the others, but this little disciple doesn’t even have a place to live…”

“Old man, don’t you dare…” he heard him.

“Send the Buddha to the West, just one more.” Old Tang pleaded.

“No, you’re going too far.”

“Suppose, really, it’s just one more.” He pleaded, “You’re a big man, just think of him as a little brother who’s come to help out and can run errands for you!”

He mused, his firm intention taking another turn.

Old Tang, seeing a needle in the eye and hitting the snake with a stick, immediately continued, “Your injuries aren’t healed yet, so he can serve you!”

“That’s the only one! Don’t blame me for being heartless, I won’t take one more.” He finally relented.

７

Donald Duck’s disciple came and treated Cheng Yuan with respect, saying “Brother Cheng Yuan” on the left and “Tong Chai is here” on the right, treating him as a benefactor, obviously the old Tang had taught him beforehand.

“Fake Xian, did not cover you it!” Old Tang ambiguously squeezed his eyes with him: “Call him Tong Chai on the line, no matter how big or small things command a good, when he is his own little brother, tired of this little cunt raised also does not matter.”

“Let’s clean the guest room first.” Cheng Yuan gave the first order.

But see this young man immediately take off his shirt, began to accept the command to move this and move that, not long will be the guest room a clean. Then, covered in sweat, he stood in front of Cheng Yuan and asked, “Brother Cheng, what else do you want? Do you want me to clean your room as well?”

“Take a break!” He looked at the young man’s still lanky body and asked, “This nude woman you stabbed on your left arm isn’t bad, fine kung fu, where did you stab her?”

“In an alley in Ximending.” Tong Zai fawned, “Is Brother Cheng interested? I’ll take you to stab it some day.”

“His women aren’t around to see that tattoo of yours ha up.” Old Don snickered, “Watch out for that arm of yours, he fucks it at night.”

“Fuck your old ass, babbling nonsense, beware I’ll tear your rotten mouth.” Cheng Yuan spat.

“It’s all right to tear my mouth off, but don’t cut my hand like that horned head is going to do, I’ve got to eat off of it!” He raised one palm and shook it.

“Master.” Tong Zai interjected, “It’s good that you didn’t mention it, we’re sitting on our asses now!”

“Nonsense, this still need you to remind.” Old Tang slapped him on the back of the head: “At present, the wind is tight, can not move, and so after a while will have to go out to activities, otherwise the old capital will eat up.”

“It’s more convenient to live in Cheng’s place, and you can get your hands on the goods right away, so won’t it sell faster?” Mr. Tong was full of wisdom.

The so-called three ignorant cobblers are better than one Zhu Geliang, then these three thieves can be better than ten Zhu Geliang, and their residence is a veritable den of thieves.

８

Ghosn has been engaged to be married, his sister Gao Yun began to be anxious, and came to Luo Pingping to open the bullet room inside the secret business.

“All right!” Peace shouted to a few teens who were concentrating on pool, “It’s time for lunch break, break up and come back this afternoon.”

“Pool and a lunch break? Lying to Shaw.” A youth said.

“Brother Luo wants that and that!” The other one made a face and said back.

“I’m the boss, and when I say lunch break, I mean lunch break.” He deliberately put on a fierce look, “This shot doesn’t count as money, get out of here!”

The brats pole vaulted and all but slipped away.

“My sister, I’m dying of thirst.” Peace monkeys with her before the store door is pulled down, hugging her and groping her with both palms, “Just waiting for you to quench your thirst!”

“Before the business is done, first…” she deliberately dodged.

“That’s the thing!” He quickly ripped off her blouse, only to realize that the door hadn’t been pulled down yet, “Go inside, I’ll close the door.”

After the iron door was pulled down, Luo Heping hurriedly rushed into the bedroom and found that she had already stripped naked on her own, she was really happy, and quickly unloaded her own clothes and pants and pounced on her.

“You know what? Alain is back… mmm…” said Gao Yun, closing her eyes slightly, enjoying the feeling of his hands roaming over her breasts.

“Alan? Who saw her?” He finished with a bite on her nipple.

She called out softly as the hot sensation extended from her nipple area.

“My big brother…almost ran into her…at the police station. He called me and asked if Alan had come to see me…I said no. He thought, thought Yan Ruyu must have run into her…hey, brother, I’m hurting, hurting…I called and asked Ruyu, she said she hadn’t seen Alan…”

“Never mind Alan now, I’ll just worry about your little hole.”

Luo Heping moved his target. He reached under her buttocks with both palms, gripped both pieces of ass, lifted them upwards, and the tip of his tongue drilled into them like a snake; what greeted Wang Shi was a pot of jellied liquid, which rolled and leaked out like a flood, muddying his mouth.

“Good brother, I’m so comfortable… reach in again, go in again…” she cried out softly with her lips slightly curled up, one hand still going to her pussy hole, her fingers coming together to go deeper into the hole and play with her own pussy lips.

His mouth was already close to her pussy, and he inserted two of her fingers, and his tongue was even more excitedly rolling and stirring, sometimes sucking on her fingers; and her whole pussy hole was stimulated, and her pussy water was even more flooded, and flowed into his mouth unceasingly, which was really to quench his thirst.

“I can’t, come on, get in here…” she mumbled and made a move.

She took him by the shoulders and dragged him upward, bringing his body into an upright position, then took hold of his prick and shoved it straight into her hole, sliding it in at once; at the moment of penetration, her whole body bounced with excitement and clutched his head, then automatically rocked her hips up and down, causing his brother to move around inside her cunt.

Unwilling to be passive in the upper position, he took a bite of her nipple, and his lower body also matched her movements with a violent stroke; body on body, sweat mixed with sweat, the two had been completely intertwined.

She had put out a lot of effort in this position, and feeling tired, she rolled over on her back and showed her posterior to him; he was not in a hurry to be manic, but first he leaned down and sucked on her plump buttocks, and a bruise was then visible, and then he lifted her buttocks up to her asshole and probed his tongue into it.

At this touch, another unusual feeling of pleasure rose up in her, and she involuntarily shook in waves, grunting with mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm inside her mouth.

Knowing that she was getting a taste of fresh sweetness, he poked his fingers in instead, killing her with her hands squeezing the pillow so tightly that it hurt a little, but was more soothing. He inserted his thumb into her vagina again, pinning both fingers back and forth at once, making her wail.

“I’m coming, good sister.”

He picked up his prick again, and when he pushed his hips forward, he rubbed against her buttocks, and the feeling made him numb, while she raised her buttocks backward, and he had to reach the center of her flower. After nearly a hundred rounds of this kind of fighting, he was a bit unable to bear it, and his expression was extremely painful to endure.

“Finally, leave it to me, will you?” She asked for his permission.

He dismounted and lay on his back across from her． She rolled over and straddled him again． Hands braced against his legs, legs bowed, body slightly backward rocking. He looked forward, his rod in the pussy swimming in full view, it is more excited, hands pinched her breasts, in the lower part of the matching flick, the glans feels like it is straight into the depths of the uterus, want to die.

“Sister, I’m going, I’m going…”

“Okay, throw it in there…throw it in my hole.” She yelled back, “I’ll count to one, two, three, okay? Let’s go together…”

“Come on, come on, I can’t…”

“One, two, three…”

She cried out and sat down on her ass, squeezing his prick tightly, letting his cum shoot completely inside her ass.

９

Gao Sen is going crazy, as long as the people who know Du Yulan, he dialed the phone one by one, asking for her whereabouts, almost a clear answer is that there have been several years have not seen her.

Could it be that the only time Alan went back to his hometown was to see her cousin, who was a policeman? He would never believe it, but the only person he hadn’t asked was none other than his fiancée, Yan Ruyu. On the contrary, his eldest sister, Gao Jing, was a good person and immediately informed Ruyu when she received her brother’s inquiring call.

“Alan came back to Pingtung, did you know?” Gao Jing asked on the phone in a mysterious manner.

“I-I don’t know.” Ruyu stuttered a little in return.

“My brother is asking around about her and has asked many people.” She finished the message and said, seemingly intentionally and unintentionally, “And if you’ve met up with her, you can’t admit it, so as not to cause trouble.”

Put down the phone, Ruyu some confusion, bitter contemplation for a long time, suddenly a clue straight to her head, riding on a motorcycle will run back to her hometown Mistai.

She guessed that Ghosn would definitely recover the mountain; yes, she guessed right. Rather say that I gave her inspiration, because I am a little bit cheap and not too cheap, although I do not hate all lovers in the world, but I do not want to be promiscuous, and ultimately to test the men and women, right? Lest after marriage more hate.

Gosseyn this back to Misty Terrace Village could not report in detail to Batarang and other townspeople about the situation in Baan country, he felt that time was running out, so he asked everyone if they had not seen any Malay humor that had gone to the village of Lu? That day, he went through the entire village, and in the end, he asked a few old women who were knitting under the banyan tree.

“Malay humor?” One of them stopped what he was doing and raised the face that had been ordered to look away from Ghosn’s hometown and continued, “ㄍㄧ Nurang someone has seen miles! On the night of your engagement.”

“She’s talking nonsense! Probably drunk.” Another person refuted.

After asking which old woman’s house it was, Gao Sen hoofed it to his hometown. When he arrived at the crone’s house, the door was locked, and a neighbor said, “She’s probably gone down to the fields to work.” So he went further down the hill, looking for her fields.

Halfway up the hill, Gosseyn called her name; halfway up, there was an echo, thin and weak. Following the sound, he came to a humble farm hut. The elder was squatting in front of a taro kiln, stacking firewood, and was rather unrecognizable as his clothes were similar in color to the surrounding corn bushes, which were also engulfed.

“Infanta, it’s me, Ulugu.” He took her hands, which were as dry as firewood.

“Shabauw (hard work), boy, drink water, will you?” She asked.

“I’m going to ask you something, get off the mountain right now.”

“Go ahead.”

“Have you ever seen Malay humor, Du Poulain?” His sweat began to seep down, drop by drop into the earth, resounding, “On the day of my engagement.”

“She came and flew away like a bird.” She replied.

“You’ve really seen her?” He asked again.

“I’m going to buy her a drink and she doesn’t want it.”

“Who else has seen her?”

“Your wife.” She smiled, revealing a lone incisor, “They went over the road together.”

After going around in a big circle, the one who had met with Alan was actually his own unmarried daughter-in-law, Goshen he fell into deep thoughts all of a sudden.

Lost soul generally embarked on the road back, not yet arrived at the fog stage, on the mountain road bumped into hastily rushed Yan Ruyu, the two people just like this car to car, face to face stopped, staring at each other, a long time did not utter a sound.

“Did you find it?” It was Ruyu who started to ask first.

Ghosn looked back the way he came, then asked rhetorically, “Did I drop anything? And what am I looking for?”

“Ulugu, don’t be like this.” She sobbed a little, “All of Misty Terrace Township knows you’re looking for Dewylland.”

“Du Yulan? Isn’t she in Taipei, alive or dead? Has she returned? Is it her spirit?” He asked a series of questions as if he were asking himself, and as if he were asking the mountain, but in no way did he seem to be asking his fiancée.

“It doesn’t matter if she’s back or not, what matters is that she doesn’t belong here anymore.”

“Where should she belong? Who should decide? The village chief? Or the village chief? Or the Misty Head Mountain?” Another series of questions, but still not asking her.

Yan Ruyu’s heart steeply sank, she realized that the fiancé she was facing was so unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that he did not even speak the same language, which was unimaginable; however, this instantaneous change meant that what she had feared had already happened, he had already found the old woman who had met Lan with her that night and knew everything, so this indifference was directed at her for intentionally concealing the truth.

Oh, my God. Dew Dropsy, what are you doing back here? What do you want?

“Let’s go downhill!” She turned the car around and Lai Lai burst into tears.

１０

It has been the third day since Du Yulan returned to Pingtung, and she has been staying with a friend of hers who owns a barbershop, rarely showing her face outside. She is still hesitant to return to Taipei immediately.

Yesterday morning when she went to the county police station to see her cousin, it was a coincidence that on her way out the door she bumped into the man she had been thinking about for so long; in that moment, God knows a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, and so many of them seemed to be equal to zero…not a single one, that she was completely at a loss as to what to do next. Luckily, he didn’t recognize her in her sunglasses, and in the moment she missed him, she came to her senses and decided not to look back, not even to look at him.

With that in mind, she got into the taxi. After all, she is a sentimental woman, especially the long repressed emotions, finally could not help but look back, did not expect him still standing there, also looked at her. This emotion is how contradictory things ah!

So he must have guessed it was her by now, but would he seek her out? Now that he was engaged to Ruyu, it should be a sign that he had severed all ties of love, so what was the point of seeing her again? Besides, Yan Ruyu had urged her to leave on the night of the engagement, hadn’t she made it clear that she wasn’t welcome?

The man in Taipei may be holding her photo right now and thinking of her! No, if the man in Pingtung is already dead to her, then what is Ruyu afraid of? Why would he rush her away? He must still miss her, and deeply! What a paradox! The feelings.

Du Yulan had been reclining in the barber’s chair this morning, swirling back and forth in a tide of emotional thoughts that never spun out.

“Girl.” Her friend swept up the cigarette butts she had thrown on the floor, “Time to go back to Taipei.”

“Why?” She asked the same as Goshen, like she was asking herself, like she was asking the ceiling, just not like she was asking her friend.

“Those who want to see it have seen it, and those who shouldn’t see it, still shouldn’t see it.” Her body is obese, sweeping up the floor like a dance that shakes, shakes, shakes.

“You know who shouldn’t look?” She asked herself in the mirror, tilting her head.

“People who look around for you are the last ones to look.”

Du Youlan sat up in a flash, this time really asking at her, “Who’s looking for me everywhere? Who is it?”

“Then why ask? Haven’t you heard the phone ringing several times all morning?” Her friend came up behind her and brushed her long hair, “They were all from the fog desk, asking if I’d seen you, and they said that someone was looking for you like crazy!”

“Is he?”

“Your Prince Charming.”

“So should I go?” She stared at her from the mirror.

“I don’t know.” She continued to braid her hair, “Do you know the girl from Ruyi Ruyi, the girl from Ruyi Ruyi of Misty Terrace?”

She hesitated for a long time and said, “I know, she’s my classmate.”

“They got engaged the night before last, the day you got back.” Her friend was as expressionless as if she were describing a commonplace event.

She said, “I know,” after another long pause.

“Know it all?” Her friend’s mouth nibbled on her hair tie, concentrating on her braid as if she didn’t want to talk anymore.

Alan closed his eyes as his thoughts began to spin again.

They were childhood sweethearts, first love, and lovers, yes, but everything is far away, farther than the foggy mountain, to be able to recover should be in the case of no burden; but now he is to be married, and the other party is also their own familiar friends, and I have a boyfriend, so the situation continues, is not it too much to ask for? Can a forced relationship last?

From the time he left his hometown, he was destined to end up today, with nothing to say, so what’s the point of staying!

“I’m going back to Taipei.” She opened her eyes to stare at her again.

“Leave early.” She tied her braid back with a hair tie, “He’ll find this way soon.”

Alan collected her backpack and walked over to her, hugging her tightly for a long time before saying, “I’m afraid, I won’t be coming back.”

“You are a beautiful girl and the men of Taipei will love you.” Her friend said in her ear, “You can marry in, with my blessing.”

They gave each other a pat on the shoulder, and then Alain sailed away without looking back, his braid flopping prettily.

She sighed and was complaining about the extremely poor business today, with few customers patronizing her, when someone ventured in.

“Urutani, it’s you?” She exclaimed.

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Du Yulan’s thoughts were in extreme disarray on the train ride back, mostly reminiscing about her and Gao Sen’s little bits and pieces, while there was that small part that allowed Cheng Yuan to worm his way in.

This is a lightweight, pathetic guy and he doesn’t think so! At this moment, Cheng Yuan is leading Lao Tang and Tong Zai in the opposite direction from Alan, and is marching towards Taoyuan. Nowadays, that place has been regarded as a holy place by him, although a few years later, the parents of that place were shot and killed in a shocking international manner, and the garbage was piled up in the streets, but it still won’t affect his view on that holy place; because the holy place has a saint; a fortune-telling master who is famous internationally, no, famous to him Cheng Yuan personally as well as a handful of good men and women who are very sick at heart — Pinewood. -Pinewood.

Here I would like to use a new term from the Neocons: the saints, the remaining ones!

Here, I also do not mean to insult the handicapped, I disdain is this pine wood division to take advantage of the curiosity of the blind, and then catch people’s mentality of respecting the ghosts and gods, make up nonsense, swindle money, sometimes harming people a lot it!

Cheng Yuan, these chicken and dog thieves superstitious old blind man, is also considered a kind of retribution. This time, he came to ask for advice, not about his personal affairs, but about the future of their “gang”.

Of course, before he came, he had already informed the two car-stealing masters and disciples of the Pinewood Master’s magical powers, causing them to eagerly seek to see the master’s true colors.

“Have you solved your problem?” Pinewood’s blank stare met Cheng Yuan again, causing him to sit upright in a panic, clearing his throat and replying, “Back to Master, I have applied all four moves! The effect is still unknown, however, it should be proper!”

The master and disciple duo on the side wondered which four tricks it was, and you wondered too! Thinking back, they were the four moves he instructed Ching Yuen to deal with Alan’s third pre-life yin spirit: feeding her talismanic water every night, worshipping her photo, forbidding touching the left breast during sex, and forbidding eating beef.

“Shelves have what meter generation Zhi?” Pine wood division as if knowing Cheng Yuan and the other master and disciple two people on the side as if asked: “What is the rice people? There is a strange smell.”

“It’s my business partner!” Cheng Yuan hurriedly explained, “We came together because we wanted to ask Master if the business partnership would be successful?”

Pinewood master turned to sit sideways, signaling the car thief master and disciple two close to the front, and then face them with the moving ears on the top, the bottom with both hands to touch them, almost all the bones in the head, before signaling them to return to their seats.

“Master, is there a conclusion?” Cheng Yuan asked.

“Master.” Donald Duck sharply complained, “Let me remind you first, I’m not losing your age, yo, osteoporosis is inevitable, you don’t want to touch the wrong.”

“I’m a good drinker, but I’m no better.” Tom Boy also turned himself in.

“Cut the crap.” Pinewood Master’s assistant stopped the three of them, “Master has his own decision.”

Concluding what shit? I still don’t know that this scumbag Matsumoto is pondering what to swindle? Or what coded signals to instruct his protégé to pull some stunt? Many of his preemptions were his apprentice’s prior investigations.

“Quiet!” Pinewood Master said with a single word, and the crowd fell silent.

He closed that useless eyelids, sat cross-legged, hand holding a lotus flower, a fusion of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism, closed the door, obviously this is an extremely significant case, so that the three of them could not help but be apprehensive.

Pinewood division is really powerful, and when he opened his eyes again, the pair of white eyeballs actually flooded with some red blood, which shows the strength of his power.

“The third prince changed to ride a wooden horse, and the wind and fire wheel returned to the west.” Pine Wood Master spoke and slapped the shocking wood, shocking the three people in panic.

“Master, explain it, will you?” Cheng Yuan begged.

“Tenchi only, go!” Pinewood Master closed his eyes and face again, indicating a firm send-off.

The three talents sat in Cheng Yuan’s minivan, they were parsing their words, and after a while of clamor, Cheng Yuan called out, “Silence, silence.”

The carriage was quiet for a moment, only the cold air hissing.

“Based on my knowledge of the Master over the years, it’s more accurate for me to explain.” With one hand on the steering wheel and the other gesturing, he said, “The Third Prince is Nezha, whose original means of transportation was the wind and fire wheel, but now he is riding a wooden horse; this wooden horse can be interpreted as a modern motorcycle, and from this, the Master wants us to ride motorcycles in the future instead of cars, so as not to be too big a target and be discovered by our enemies, who will be in danger.”

“There you go.” Old Don slapped him hard on the shoulder and asked again, “What about the next line?”

“Wind and fire naturally means wheels, your line of work!”

“Really powerful.” The little guy, Tong Zai, applauded, “He even knows what we do for a living, if he was a cop, wouldn’t we be in deep shit?”

“Cut the crap and listen to my explanation.” Cheng Yuan put on his connoisseur’s face, “What the master means is that you guys can show your hands, and those wheels that come to hand can be lost to the west without any problems.”

“West? Where is that?” The silly boy spoke again.

“Idiot, it’s the mainland.” His master spat, “Young and not studying, you have to run off to herd cows, and that’s fine, but you have to peep at the dog snogging.”

The little one defied him and gave him a blank look.

“Right.” Cheng Yuan exulted, “Good luck with our opening.”

１２

This fortune telling a good future, impeccable, the three returned home before buying food and wine, intend to celebrate a good time. Into the house, Tom Chai will be full of food and wine table, please master and big brother seated, then dry each other up.

“From today onwards, this car of mine is out.” Cheng Yuan announced, “At night, Tong Zai will first go out to get two motorcycles for transportation, and leave the license plate to me.”

“A small matter, yes.” Tom Boy called out.

“How the goods get off is a problem.” Old Tang pondered for a while and said, “I can’t step in, in case someone tipped off the enemy, that would be disastrous.”

“I’ll handle it.” Cheng Yuan took it on one shoulder, “I’ve been in the fake immortal business for so long, I have more or less some pipes.”

“That’s for the best, extraordinary times, only partial labor.”

After a round of toasts, Cheng Yuan whispered to Donald Duck, “Old Tang, besides car locks, are you good at other locks?”

“Alas, False Immortal, you’re looking through the door, I, Donald Duck, am known in the Tao, by not stealing cars yeah! Before, I was the master of breaking into empty doors.”

“You can unlock doors?”

“More than a door lock?” Old Don picked one eye and said, “A safe wouldn’t be hard for me to beat.”

“Dare to be good.” Cheng Yuan smiled, “I have a way to ensure that I can get it.”

“What way?”

“I’ll tell you later, I’m packing my bags…”

When they were talking about the door lock, they heard the sound of a door opening, and all three of them stopped moving and speaking and pricked up their ears to listen. In the middle of the day, the door opened, and it was the ghost, no, Du Yulan came back.

“Alan?” He called out offhandedly, “Back so soon, why don’t you hang out for a few more days?”

“Nothing interesting, so I’m back.” She tiredly tossed her backpack onto the couch.

“Quickly, come and eat, drink a few glasses of wine to relieve your boredom.” Cheng Yuan said with concern, “I’ve been worried about you for the past few days, fearing that you’ve been bullied in your hometown, and being so far away, I can’t help.”

“You see, sister-in-law, the False Immortal really can’t say enough about you.” Old Tang praised.

She was puzzled, the change in Cheng Yuan, which she had thought to be momentary, now seemed to be a real change; so she no longer excused herself from sitting at the table, and she did want to have a few drinks.

“This is my friend Lao Tang, you’ve met him before, the other one is his disciple called Tong Zai.” Cheng Yuan enthusiastically introduced her, “They are staying at our house for the time being, do you mind?”

As usual, she doesn’t mind. What’s the point of asking? She’s flattered.

“Why don’t you have a drink with them while I use the restroom.” He got up and excused himself. Alan raised his glass.

“Sister-in-law is so lucky!” Old Tang complimented and toasted first, then slapped Tong Zai on the head and scolded, “Unruly boy, still not honoring your sister-in-law, do you want to wait for your sister-in-law to honor you?”

“Yes, yes.” Only then did Tong Zai come back to his senses, “I wish sister-in-law and big brother a hundred… a hundred years of happiness.”

“What words? It’s not like we’re newlyweds.” With this scolding, Old Tang, even Alain was amused, so he dried off.

Cheng Yuan, who was in the toilet, panicked and took out Alan’s photo and put it on the water tank. Thinking that it was not right, he put it on the window edge instead and worshiped three times, saying silently in his heart, “Princess, Princess, Cheng Yuan, the sinner, no, the Jap, I beg for your forgiveness, don’t come to find me at night…”

Alain was originally for the past that love want to get drunk, but ran into the funny old Tang and will brag about the Tong Zai, to make her happy, although not drunk but also not far away! Returning to her bedroom and closing the door, Alain stripped herself naked and lay on the bed, spreading her legs high so that her slightly open pussy lips faced Cheng Yuan, and then called out, “Hubby, come and kiss me, kiss my hole.”

Cheng Yuan saw her waves of strength, alcohol under the sexual impulse was detonated. He ran forward in an arrow step, kneeling in her crotch, stretched out his tongue, licked her pussy lips, the more licked the pussy lips more open, like a bud instantly blossomed, he licked while sucking her juice, ears heard her screams, simply excited death; excited, hands will be up to touch her breasts.

Luckily, he wasn’t drunk, and remembered Pinewood Master’s trick at this critical juncture, and hastily retracted his hand; even his dick gradually softened at this shock. Almost touched her left breast, wouldn’t he be looking for death?

He tiptoed to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out the milk, poured a glass then carefully added the charm powder, shook it, and carried it back to his room.

“Be a good girl and drink a glass of milk to replenish your body.”

“I don’t want, I, I want to drink, drink your cum cum.” She yelled.

“Good girl, stop it and drink.” He half-fed, half-poured it down her throat, “There! Now I’m not afraid, come on!”

He put his soft dick in front of her for her to play with, and in a short while, it became a big man again, then, without hesitation, he shoved it into her mouth, and as soon as the glans was licked by her tongue, he couldn’t help but close his eyes, frowning slightly; with the change of her sucking and stretching, his expression also changed, and he couldn’t help but want to reach out to grab her breasts again, and temporarily changed his position, moving to her pussy door, and killing it in viciously with his middle finger.

She had the baby in her mouth and her hands were holding his balls, squeezing and rubbing them, and he was so stimulated that his hips rocked, making his prick pump rapidly inside her mouth and almost deep into her throat.

“It’s my turn!” Abandoning his baby, she wrenched her thighs with both hands and lifted the entire lower half of her body up to almost overlap her upper body, so that her wet pussy hole was facing upwards and her pussy lips were spread out in an O-shape, making his eyes bulge out.

He hastily took off his underwear, half-kneeling on the bed, tried two or three times but stuffed in and then slipped out, only to realize that the angle is not right, and then changed to squatting horse stance, climbed on the bed, from the top to the bottom of the heart of the flower.

She wailed, her body trembled uncontrollably, not only her pussy hole was running, almost every cell of her body was sweating, which showed the hard work of this move; tired, she had to be lazy, slightly adjusting her posture, resting her feet on his shoulders, half bearing and half resting.

He seemed to be getting tired too, his movements slowing down and a series of beads of sweat falling on her. She had gotten the message, and it was time to try to serve.

“Honey…take a break and let me do this to you, hello.” As she changed positions, she said, “I’m going to make make make you feel good to the end.”

“Princess, come on, it’s all yours!” He just said that, and immediately threw his own mouth. Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, what the hell, what princess, she’s Alain!

“What are you hitting yourself for? I I I would be heartbroken.” She said rubbing his cheek.

Thus emboldened by his own stirring, though she was rocking fiercely in the top position, her hands rubbing her breasts, her mouth murmuring, and her chest swelling as she watched, nevertheless his dick shrank more and more and finally slipped out of her pussy.

“What the hell?” She tucked it back in heavily, but within a few moments it fell out again.

“Little brother disobedient, deserves a beating.” She used her mouth again, and it took some effort to make it a big husband again, so she rushed up to it, but only a few more wiggles than the previous time before failing again.

“Leak? Why don’t I feel anything?” She asked.

“It didn’t leak, but it wanted to cry a lot.” He replied helplessly.

“Here, here, touch my breasts before you let it stand.” She grabbed his hand and moved it to her upper body.

“Don’t…” he yelled, resisting, “You’re going to get me killed, do you realize that?”

Chapter 4 – Out of the Grass to Taipei

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On this day, it was very lively in Luo Heping’s pachinko parlor, but the iron door was half closed. Inside the store were not the customers playing marbles, but rather all of his girlfriend Gao Yun’s siblings, and one of the most reticent of all, Gao Sen’s fiancée Yan Ruyu.

This family meeting was convened by the elder brother Gao Sen, seems to have something important to announce, but why would choose in Luo peace this outsider’s home, surnamed Luo is not too clear. The group is sitting in a circle around the dugout, only Gao Sen sitting alone in the tee line that position, is considered the chairman of the seat, and therefore he is obliged to speak first.

“I took a month off…” he said, looking around the crowd.

It was strange, everyone looked at each other, but all they found on every face was a question mark and nothing else; only Ruyu had her head hanging down, not knowing what her expression was.

“The murder case that Batarang’s son is suspected of has been impossible to break through, which is extremely unfavorable to him; if it drags on any longer, the prosecutor is bound to prosecute him, and once the lawsuit is filed, how am I supposed to face the townspeople and the elders? Therefore, I decided to take a month’s vacation and go north to look for clues on my own.” He gave this explanation.

“Do you have a clue?” His brother Gao Bao asked.

“The owner of the knife that killed the man is called Tom Chai, and he has a tattoo of a naked woman on his left arm…” he lit a cigarette and continued, “Also, his friend said that he was part of a car theft syndicate. That’s all.”

“That’s a needle in a haystack.” His brother said.

“Police business!” Sister Gao Yun said, “Big brother, you’re meddling too much, how can you leave your sister-in-law alone in Pingtung?”

“That’s just a superficial reason, isn’t it!” His eldest sister, Gao Jing, said coldly, “He’s looking for someone else.”

The crowd all shifted their gazes to Ruyu’s side, but she still hung her head low and didn’t say a word.

Gao Sen exhaled a mouthful of smoke, and through the smoke he saw himself; a sweaty self, riding a motorcycle like a headless fly around Pingtung, finally having no choice but to circle back to the police station to find Alan’s cousin, begging him to guide him to a clear path. His cousin pondered for a long time before finally thinking of a barber shop.

Yeah, how could he have missed that? He speeds to the barber shop, and when he enters, he hears the boss’s wife exclaim his name, and his heart stops halfway. Where’s my Alan? Could it be that she’s gone? Sure enough, the boss’s wife said that she had indeed stayed with her for the past few days, but had just returned to Taipei with her backpack.

He rushed to the train station without stopping, but saw a train just leaving the platform, unwillingly searched the entire train station again, even the bus station next to it, but the long-haired silhouette how to disappear.

If Ruyu had told him as early as the night Alain arrived in Pingtung; if Ruyu hadn’t blocked his way when she met him in the mountains; and if she had blocked his way without saying so much nonsense, he would have been reunited with Alain long ago.

Gao Sen in the heart of one blame Yan Ruyu, that is the reason why he is deep in it can not jump, like you outsiders know that the target will be aimed at me. Call me cheap, call me not to let the lovers get married, call me to write this bad novel scam royalties, its behavior and better than the pine wood that liar to where?

I won’t explain any of it, because by this point, you’ve at least read the last chapter!

Gosseyn was just as reluctant to explain as I was, but he had his own agenda, saying, “I invited you here today to tell you that I’m going to…break off the engagement.”

“You’re crazy, big brother.”

“Ruyu people haven’t made any mistakes, what gives you the unilateral right to terminate the contract?”

“This has to be resolved by both parents and elders, you’re messing around.”

“Can’t call off the engagement for a sylph.”

The siblings spoke against it, blasting Gao Sen like a gun. This was really a bolt from the blue, especially for Yan Ruyu, but she did not raise her head from the beginning to the end, and no one was able to probe her inner heart from her expression.

“Can I, an outsider, say something?” Luo Heping, who was the host, only spoke now, “Ruyu’s body already belongs to you, this is a matter known to all, and I’m not going to lie, Gao Yun and I also had a relationship; she belongs to me, and we love each other, so I have a responsibility to her, and I must not marry her. In that case, it seems that you, Gao Sen, also have a responsibility to Ruyu, and to break off the marriage would be irresponsible.”

“Classmate.” Gao Sen sighed and returned, “In the past, I was against you and my sister dating, after the incident, I realized the real love; I know you guys truly love each other, I leave her in your care, bless you.”

“Don’t change the subject, so what are you going to say to Ruyu?” Gao Jing said.

“Now I can’t deny that I love Alain more than her.” Gao Sen calmly analyzed, “If I don’t have a result with Alain, marrying Ruyu rashly will not be fair to Ruyu either, do you think she will be happy after marriage?”

“It’s all because of that bitchy woman, Alan.” Gao Jing said unevenly, “Once upon a time I didn’t favor your relationship because I understand what kind of woman she is, today she loves this, tomorrow she dates that, she’s simply a watery woman, I didn’t expect you to believe in her until now, I don’t believe that she doesn’t have a man in Taipei.”

This last point, she did guess right. Gao Jing had hated that Alain from the time she was never married, it was just that she couldn’t easily spread her teeth.

At that time, her current husband just graduated from the cadet school, every time wearing a military uniform glowing home, but always soaked in the ice fruit store where Alain worked, to help her serve dishes and wash the dishes, see in the eyes of the Gao Jing is extremely bad taste, and from then on this woman as a thorn in the side of this woman, as long as it is a man beside her, regardless of whether there is no blood relatives, she does not want to touch one. This is her secret oath, see has been successful, but her own brother is not good, the last minute still want to jump in, how can not spit blood?

“I know best what kind of woman she is.” Goshen smiled and said, “I have to meet with her to get things straightened out and make a settlement, whether it comes to fruition or not, there is always a settlement to be made.”

“Then there’s no need to break off the engagement!” Gao Yun said.

“Yeah!” Peace chimed in, “We’ll talk about it when you get back!”

“Let him be!” The person who spoke was actually Ruyu, startling the group.

But she raised her head, and, with a twinkle in the corner of her eye, she kept looking at Gosseyn; and said, hoarsely, “I was in the wrong, in that I should not have fallen in love with you; but I am a foolish man, and if I am to be wrong, I will be wrong to the end, and I will not turn back. Go ahead, all I ask is that you remember the words I once said to you, the words I said on the banks of the Bridge of Eira.”

She walked away, her gait faltering.

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Ghosn set off as well.

Before he left, he went back to the village of Wutai to say goodbye to Batarang, informing him of the reason why he was looking for the murderer, for which Batarang was extremely grateful, and wanted to give him a present for his travel expenses, but was refused; moreover, he did not go to the house of his future in-laws to say goodbye to them, chiefly because he had nothing to say to them. Although he wanted to withdraw from the marriage, but after all, has not formally proposed, because the implications are too extensive, and may even make it difficult for parents in the region, is not too filial? Therefore, he accepted the advice of Luo Heping: things are slow, everything will wait until after the return to the south.

Of course, he also approached the elder brother, Li, who had revealed the information about Alan’s presence in Taipei last time, and asked him for his brother’s address, so he planned to use his house as the center point to search for his two targets.

Is it really a needle in a haystack, as his brother Gao Bao says, to find the man who owns the knife? In fact, he has the background of a newspaper, before going north, the director of the newspaper had made a phone call to the head office for him, asking for support; the head office agreed to assign a reporter surnamed Ho, who runs the social news, to assist him and provide the necessary information.

Those who run social news are mostly familiar with the black and white, so Gao Sen no longer worries, and as soon as he arrived in Taipei, he joyfully accepted the hospitality of his fellow countryman, Brother Li.

The aborigines attach great importance to fellowship because of the sentiment that they are the same as those who have fallen from the world; besides, they are all foreigners who have fallen from the world, and they have been discriminated against and treated unfairly too many times to count. They do not follow the example of the Han Chinese: “When a fellow villager touches a fellow villager, they cry with tears in their eyes”. They are cheerful by nature, but they turn their tears into water and wine, and integrate their sorrows into their songs, and sing loudly while drinking, so that they have not wasted their lives.

“I met Malay humor in the hospital.” During the meeting, Brother Lee told him about the encounter, “My child had a fever that day, and I rushed to the hospital early in the morning to register for the emergency room, and I was about to leave after seeing the doctor when I saw Malay humor.”

“What was he doing at the hospital?” Gosseyn asked.

“She took a man to the doctor with a lot of gauze wrapped around his head, as if he was badly injured.”

He had no words, lost in contemplation.

“Ulugu…” said Brother Lee after a moment’s pause, “I heard from my elder brother that you are engaged to Ruwang. Ruyu is a great woman, I’ve watched her grow up, so why are you still looking for Alain?”

He didn’t answer that question and asked him instead, “Is that man her husband? Or her boyfriend?”

“I don’t know! He must be very close, otherwise why would he be in the emergency room with him so early in the morning?”

This analysis makes perfect sense, why were they together in the morning if they weren’t close friends? However, he was still undeterred, “But she went back to Misty Terrace alone.”

“Maybe he’s still sick with a head injury.”

This brother Li seems to be deliberately singing the opposite of him, really boring, he used the excuse to go to the toilet to loosen up.

“One thing is for sure though.” Brother Lee added as he returned to his seat, “She’s also at the boardwalk, so it won’t be too hard to find her.”

That’s what I call a human being. If you’re a guest from afar, you can’t make things difficult for yourself.

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Du Youlan was also extremely attentive to these two guests of her house, and at first prepared breakfast for them, though they never moved. She later realized that they were nocturnal animals.

What are you doing out in the middle of the night? Why were there suddenly two more motorcycles in the house? Why did Cheng Yuan never drive again and why is his car covered in dust?

Recently a series of strange things to her confused. Cheng Yuan’s good to her would have been considered strange, but recently it is used to it, but she did not quite understand, once inhaled amphetamines energetic frequent combat, he would actually do half of the phenomenon of atrophy, and do not love the war, could it be related to the injury on his head?

Now he took his energy out on carving things, often late into the night, then slept until noon and then went out again. The man had obviously changed, and she felt she could rely on him.

As a matter of fact, the three of them had gotten away with a few more cars, following the instructions of Mr. Pinewood to commit the crime and sell the stolen goods, and everything went smoothly. However, the process far personally witnessed an incident that made him a little worried about Tong Chai, thinking that this small gangster is inconsistent, I’m afraid it is a scourge.

One night, he did the “inside job” on a whim, want to go out with them to see how they master and apprentice duo. Master and apprentice two ride a car, he rode another, across the district to the new store around, in the alleys. Finally, in a newly opened roadside to see a 90% new car.

Donald Duck signaled Tom to go over and unlock the door, which he did in a couple of tries, then noticed a gear lock and went to it with his flashlight. He casually walked to the front of the car and leaned upwards to take a look around; strangely, he felt his buttocks were hot. When he touched the hood, it was actually hot.

“Old Don.” He walked over to Donald Duck and said, “Something’s not right, the engine just died, could the owner still be around?”

“Not good.” Old Tang secretly called out, “The little guy is too careless.”

He immediately alerted Tom to abandon the car. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a man emerged from the bushes and yelled, “What are you doing, trying to steal my car?”

“Quickly dodge.” Cheng Yuan called out to them and dashed out with gas. However, after riding a few meters away, he realized that they were not following him, and when he turned his head to look, Tong Zai was already fighting with the man.

“Old Don…” he called out again.

“Tom Boy…” shouted Old Don across a car as well.

Thong Chai turned a deaf ear to the fight, screaming and yelling. He scrambled out of the car and rushed forward to pull away, and before he could reach it, the owner was already down. Still holding his arms aloft, Tom Boy was yanked to his feet, and it was only then that he could see that Tom Boy was holding a flat drill tightly in his aloft hand, while the man on the ground was clutching his stomach around him.

“Move.” He scolded angrily, pulling twice before he could yank Tom Boy.

After flying back to his residence, in the light, he realized that there was a large bloodstain on the right side of Tom Boy’s torso, and he himself was stained with some.

“Why did you move the knife?” He growled, “We’ll just walk away, what’s the point of hurting people? It’ll make things worse?”

Tong Chai a pair of eyes red, still clutching the flat drill do not let go, or the old Tang clever, first pacified: “Good disciple, all right, put down the knife.” Then slowly disarmed him.

“Brother Cheng.” Only then did Tong Zai sober up a bit and said numbly, “I, I was afraid that he would drive after us…”

“Three against one yeah! Does he dare?” He was still angry.

“Tong Zai is afraid that guy will drive up and hit us.” Old Tang said, “He has four wheels, we have two, who’s afraid? It’s the first time for you to go out, if anything happens, it’s not easy to explain to your sister-in-law.”

“What should we do now? Stabbing someone, whether they are dead or alive is still unknown, the police must have made a big fuss to arrest someone, how to make good?” Cheng Yuan in addition to that time to avoid the police climbed the stairs and fell down, has never touched such a thrilling thing, naturally worry a lot.

“Don’t yell, it’s not good to wake up your sister-in-law.” Old Tang soothed him and said, “Fake Xian, you first take off your clothes, Tong Zai get the bathroom to rub clean properly, remember, a little blood can not stay; after each go back to bed, get up in the morning, as if everything has not happened, and not allowed to talk about it again, got it?”

The evening paper, the day after the incident, printed the case.

Newspaper reports, a man in the night on the way home, because of stomach discomfort, hastily get out of the car in the wasteland to relieve themselves, after the completion of the realization that there are three people are stealing his car; stop, the other side of a young man is not only fearless, and fight with him with the intention of changing the theft for robbery, and finally, the thieves even pulled out the flat drill pre-hidden in the body, stabbed the owner in the abdomen, and then the three escaped without a trace.

The owner of the car to bear the pain of driving themselves to the hospital, but fortunately, the blood flow is not much, there are no serious injuries. According to the owner’s recollection, he heard three people shouting nicknames at each other during the fight, but unfortunately the situation was critical and he did not listen carefully, so he failed to leave clues. Police suspect that this is a car theft group, and with the recent spate of lost cars related, has stepped up the hunt.

After reading this report, Cheng Yuan knew how deep he had dipped into this muddy water.

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Ghosn received a call from a reporter named He.

“What’s going on when you can’t find anyone after several calls?”

“I… I went out looking for a friend.” He said honestly.

In the past few days, he borrowed Brother Li’s motorcycle to wander around, hoping that a blind cat would stumble upon a dead rat and meet Alan like Brother Li did, but unfortunately, he didn’t have such luck.

“See that article?” He said, “It’s about a car theft ring that hurt people while they were stealing.”

“Ah!” He was excited and a little ashamed, “No, please come on.”

“There were three men who stole a car in the new store and unfortunately were caught red-handed by the owner and fought. One of the young men moved in with a knife and killed the owner of the car, but the man was never caught. Do you think this case looks like the one you’re looking for?”

“It’s very much like that, like that.” He became more anxious: “Please pick up where you left off.”

“When I interviewed the victim, I asked him privately whether the nickname he shouted at that time was Tom Boy. Do you know? He said it was very much like it.” He laughed out a little smugly.

“You were saying, where is the car theft location?” He asked as he remembered.

“New store. But judging by experience, that’s unlikely to be where they landed, or else it’s a nest of dumb thieves.”

“I understand.”

“There is another piece of intelligence.” He reporter spoke eloquently: “Not long ago there was a case, a nicknamed Donald Duck car thief, stole a Bentley, is trying to transfer to foreign countries to borrow the body to return to the soul, I did not expect that the owner of the car is a vertical line of a corner boss; this boss is quite angry, think that the loss of the car is small, the face of the face is difficult to look at, they mobilized the brothers in plain sight and in secret, and finally found out the perpetrator, forced Donald Duck to step forward to solve the problem, and let slip that: do not return the car is a life, return the car is an arm. He finally found out the culprit and forced Donald Duck to come out and solve the problem. Did you know that? Frightened him to hurry to return the car, but also do not dare to come forward to hide, this incident in the road is very famous, almost no one knows.”

“It’ll have something to do with the case?”

“Most likely. Donald Duck hid for a while, probably ran out of coins, and came out to commit crimes again, and that Thong Chai might be his protégé.”

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How to deal with the so-called “villain” in history who is a little wicked and evil? I read an article that really hit the nail on the head.

The author lists a lot of well-known villains in history, most of them started from small traitors and evils, but because they are not unforgivable, so those who suffered a lot of losses think that they can tolerate a breath of sea and sky, and so they encourage the villain’s flames, and ultimately lead to the disruption of the dynasty and persecution of the loyal and good people, and become the end of a dynasty.

His message was: when dealing with a villain, you can’t show mercy, or you can beat him to death. You can’t expect him to change his ways one day.

What kind of ending should be given to a typical gangster like Cheng Yuan? Did this question pique your interest near the end? Is he a great criminal? No! Although he does illegal activities, counts his friends, bullies weak women and is unproductive, at least he knows how to stop Tong Chai when he kills people, so he seems to be better than Tong Chai’s lad. So, you can make your own changes if you are not satisfied with the ending. Please send the finished manuscript to Cheng Yuan at the Tucheng City Detention Center, Taipei County.

Why did you send it to this asshole? I’m sorry, because he’s the only judge, and why is he the only one? I’m sorry again, because he pays the prize money alone; if you don’t mind his money, just send it in and don’t bother to include a return envelope. And why send it to the guardhouse and not to his home in Banqiao? Good question, because by that time he will have already been cut down (arrested), squatting in the bitter kiln (prison) to go also!

Before that, he still has a mission to accomplish! Taking advantage of the fact that the three of them are afraid to continue to commit crimes on the streets due to the outbreak of the car theft and murder case, he decides that after completing this mission, he intends to go far away from this devilish master and disciple duo; and far away from the demonic possession of Alan. You see, everyone else is a ghost, only he himself is considered a – human.

“Remember the path I told you about last time?” Cheng Yuan said to Old Tang.

“We are now a dragon trapped in shallow water, and since we can’t look for the wheel to strike, we might as well go in a different direction.”

“Of course, I even leave the door less often now. You know what? Every time I go out I get the feeling I’m being followed, either by the cops or that boss’s men.”

“You think too much.” Cheng Yuan laughed, “It’s simply a cup and a snake!”

“Master, what are you afraid of, I have an itchy technique!” Apprentice Tong Zai said.

“It’s your mom’s cunt that itches!” Old Tang scolded, “If it wasn’t for your little cunt raising me, I wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.”

“Alright, alright.” Cheng Yuan stopped his master and disciple, “The so-called eat well and pour each other back. Old Tang, you know I’m a good gambler right!”

“That I know.”

“Listen. I used to play mahjong at a place where the owner was named Zhou, and you’d never guess how big the fucking game was, with millions of dollars to be won and lost! The owner’s bedroom had a safe, and all the cash was in there, more than a million dollars at least. After this vote, we will be able to survive, first find a place to hide, wait for the wind to pass and then think of a way.”

“Yeah!” Tom-Tom called out.

Old Tang, however, pondered, and asked after a while, “Is it really that much?”

Not to be outdone, he identified the gravity of the problem at once.

“Do you take me to pose your way?” Cheng Yuan became irritated: “Do not do forget it, we scattered stalls to eat their own.” This is clear, do not do, this break up, like strangers.

“With all that cash in the house, doesn’t he have a minion to watch over it? What about himself? Not sleeping with the safe in his arms?” Old Don, a cautious man, still wouldn’t stop asking questions.

“Good question.” Cheng Yuan really watered down: “It’s true that he doesn’t have any minions, he’s doing it alone. On the day we do it, I’ll get rid of him. He is a real estate developer, and he has to support others once in a while, right? As soon as he leaves, you guys will do it.”

You know what I mean! Cheng Yuan how bad this rascal, he in order to retaliate to the master of the game of Zhou on him that back to touch the big four happy does not count, and out of the words to embarrass him, to ask him to keep the chips for their own use, not enough if you send him a few more boxes of the words, actually came up with this idea to fix him, how can not teach people to admire it!

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Cheng Yuan struck. He played mahjong at another friend’s place, and when it was more than ten o’clock in the evening, there was a temporary kick not to play, the checkout out, the field is going to go down to the mat, but Cheng Yuan asked him to find another person.

“Who are you looking for at this late hour?” The field master said.

“Surname Zhou!” He deliberately blurted out, “If there’s no one in his yard, ask him to make up for it!”

That’s true! The field master dialed the phone, and sure enough, there was no innings at the weekly field master’s place, and he readily agreed.

Cheng Yuan immediately dialed a call home, which was answered by Alan.

“Call old Don.” He said softly.

Old Tang answered the phone, and Cheng Yuan said according to their prior agreement, “Twelve thirty, go pick up the goods.”

“Is it stable?” Old Don asked.

“Don’t worry, the shipper is with me and will never go back before dawn.”

Not long after he put the phone on hold, Field Master Zhou arrived, and as soon as he saw Cheng Yuan present, he immediately smiled sarcastically and said, “Fake Immortal, how’s business these days? You won’t be so poor as to use those chips to go out and spend, right?”

“What kind of chips can be used as money?” The field master was confused.

“Old Zhou is teasing, don’t take it seriously.” Cheng Yuan changed the topic and said, “Hurry up and serve the table, I’m in a hurry to rip you guys off?”

“OK, then Hu a big four happy ah!” Surnamed Zhou’s mouth was unforgiving.

“Old Cheng Hu over Big Four? At your place?” The field master was curious.

“Who’s ever fooled around with the Big Four? How bad would that be!” Cheng Yuan had to snort.

“Yeah! I have a friend’s mom who was playing family mahjong on New Year’s Eve, and she heard a Big Four, and before she could get to it, she had a heart attack while touching the cards and died.” A card player said.

“You see, he hung up before he could hu, what’s wrong with hu?” Field Master Zhou chimed in, “The successive bad luck, even the God of Heaven can’t stop it.”

Fuck you, Chow. Have you had enough? You want to use this to make me angry so you can kill me later? Don’t even think about it. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m in a good mood tonight, even if you cut a small one on this end, you can get back a big one on the other end, so that after you go back, you will be so angry that you will jump to your death, and only when you see the king of hell will you realize that it’s designed by me, and it’s too late to regret! Ha, ha.

He shuffled the cards and meditated: even if you want to find old me as a ghost to take revenge, I’m not afraid, followed by a ghost of three lives ago, I have the ability to cure her obediently, the night as usual pressure her to ride her, still afraid of you gambling ghost? His mood is smooth, hand wind is quite smooth, four rounds down the drawer chips piled up a lot.

“Old Chow, I’m sorry, but I’ve been called by name tonight to be the ‘Winning Chief’.” He said spiritedly.

“It’s only four rounds of cards, take it easy.” He was more old-fashioned.

Of course there was no hurry, he looked at the wall clock, twelve thirty, time to go!

Yes, Donald Duck’s master and disciples did set out, and upon arrival at the target, the master himself, the lock of the door answered extremely quickly. They tiptoed into the door, a dark, and then split up to look at the two rooms, it is indeed an empty house. In a corner inside the bedroom closet, looked for the safe of the owner of the field of Zhou.

“Tong Zai, get out of the way, don’t get in my way.” Old Tang waved his hand to signal his disciple to leave. Tong Zai was enjoying having to scavenge elsewhere, so he started with the bed.

“One touch five, five tables.” Cheng Yuan pushed down the cards and said proudly, “Menqing one touch three, three dark kan two tai, total five tai.”

“This kid stepped in shit today, good thing I didn’t come down.” The field master gloated from the sidelines.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” The weekly field master said, audibly gritting his teeth.

“Going to do magic?” Cheng Yuan teased him, “Remember it’s the right side of the toilet, don’t touch the wrong side.”

I know you are a good citizen and you must not gamble. All gamblers are afraid to wash their hands, it will be bad, the good luck washed away; this is the opposite, the dirtier the hands, the better, and go to the toilet to do exactly this, because the toilet is dirty, touched the toilet hand that’s no good, become cream cinnamon hand it! This Zhou’s method can be even more poisonous, he is directly urinated on the right hand, the so-called “strong medicine” is also!

At this moment, the old Tang’s hand is not cream cinnamon hand, I do not know whether it is old or hand skills for a long time not used rusty, in short, he sweated a lot and still did not open the safe to. Losing his hand is a small matter, but losing his honor is a big matter, if the word gets out, his Donald Duck’s name will be null and void from now on. He crouched down again and listened carefully to the sound of the lock teeth turning.

“Master, don’t rush, there’s plenty of time.” Tong Zai brought a glass of wine and handed it over, “Good wine yeah! Aged brandy, take a sip first.”

“Is there a bruschetta?” His Master asked, looking up.

“No. Do you want me to go downstairs and get it?”

“Buy your mom’s head.” Master raised his body and swung a slap over, hitting him on the brain, “Little cunt, what a sacred thing we are doing, how dare you drink alcohol, you think it’s a party ah! What if we get in trouble? Like you this kind of indolent absurd disciple, in the outside world must not report my name, say is my disciple, shame! Get the hell out of here.”

Tom Boy cursed darkly and left with a dry cup of it.

Zhou is probably poor kung fu, with this trick, the hand wind back more and more back, even listening to three, six, nine screw foot cards, but also will put Cheng Yuan alone listen to the cannon, angry a seven orifices of smoke.

“I need to go to the toilet again!” Cheng Yuan pursued, “It doesn’t matter, I’m not even shy about Zhuang, you go to do the spell as soon as possible, lest you suffocate into uremia, I can’t afford it.”

“Save your breath, will you?” The owner couldn’t stand it, “You suggested I get him, why?”

Fuck you. That’s a big fat lie. When Chow comes home and looks around, he’ll be thinking about me all the time, and then what?

Can not open this small a safe that is still good? The old Tang condensed and then turned a few times, feel some loose turntable, gently a trigger lock handle, he smiled. Know the way old horse, really deserved ah! But when the door opened, he smiled out, in addition to a few checks, a small stack of thousand-dollar bills alone, hold in the hands of the according to a weighing, without counting also know that will not be more than 100,000 yuan.

He returned to the living room in a rage, only to find that the ungrateful apprentice had consumed most of the bottle of brandy and was drunk on the sofa.

“Get up!” He kicked over, “Useless to the core.”

The young disciple rubbed his bleary eyes and asked, “Did you get it? Master.”

“Go home.” He spoke back hatefully.

Originally played extremely leisurely Cheng Yuan, since the owner of the field pointing out that he wanted Lao Zhou to come, heavy hearted, hand style turned sharply down, to the dawn of the four laps and spit back a lot, he knew that the card played bad, had to close.

“I’m not playing, change!” He told the field master.

“Where do you expect me to find feet at this hour?” The field master said unhappily.

“Either you come down and pad your feet, or break it up, I’ve got things to do…” he said sheepishly, “Zero doesn’t count, cash in your chips.”

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Gosseyn felt a little tired after a long detour through the streets and alleys of the boardwalk, and seeing a park in the distance, he rode forward.

In the park under the shade of the trees, there are a few seats, he chose the one with a lot of cigarette butts on the ground and abandoned the others, a closer look, one of the cigarette butts is not yet extinguished, apparently sitting in his seat just left.

Alan is also a smoker, he knows, so he imagines that the person sitting here is Alan; he imagines that the two of them are sitting here shoulder to shoulder, smoking cigarettes, occasionally chatting a few words about their childhood, from the morning until dusk, from the darkness until the gray, and then passed a lifetime o

Ah! What’s the harm in passing a lifetime on this? People have their own way of living, and Ghosn’s choice to do so at this point in time is unjustifiable and unquestionable.

I’m sure you know that Alan just sat here, and I’m sure you’re thinking that this is another one of my arrangements. In fact, you are wrong, that is really the arrangement of the Creator and not me. There have been countless coincidences in the course of history, unbelievable ones. Could it be me?

In short, this coincidence Gao Sen is absolutely being kept in the dark, so he sat there in reverie without action, in fact, the window of Alan’s bedroom he can still see it! Through that window, the two people who really love each other have no chance to meet, isn’t it cruel enough.

Tired and confused, he returned to his youth in a haze, when he and Alan first had sex. He had returned to Pingtung for his summer vacation from college, and Alain was working as a maid in her friend’s barbershop. When he was on vacation, he went to her store to grind mushrooms, and spent the whole night just washing his hair. Since there were outsiders present, he sat aside like a silly boy and read the newspaper, and even when the rest of the customers teased or flirted with Alain, he didn’t dare to say anything, which made her friend look at him in an unfavorable way.

“I have to go, I’ll leave the door to you to close.” Alain her friend instructed her before she left for work.

Once she left, they were the only couple left in the entire barber shop, and the meaning couldn’t be more obvious. Alain seemed to know what was going on in her heart, and closed the door, also shutting them both in, creating a small world.

“Are you afraid?” He asked suddenly.

“Afraid of what?” She asked.

“What if I do something to you?” He asked again.

“What how? What do you want?” She asked again, rhetorically.

He sulked away, wondering if the young girl really didn’t know or didn’t know.

“You sit up here.” She gestured to the barber chair.

“I washed my hair!”

“You’ll find out when you sit up here.” Alan said in a mysterious manner.

Gosseyn sat up, and she lowered the chair so that he was lying in front of her, then pressed and squeezed with her delicate fingers on either side of his temples.

“Well?” She asked after a while.

“It’s cozy.” He replied.

“I’d like to try out the massage techniques I learned.” She burst into a smile like a flower.

“So you think of me as a test subject?” He pretended to be mortified.

“It’s ready-made! And no money, still not satisfied?” She smiled back.

“Of course I’m not satisfied unless you-“

“How?”

“Kiss me.” He’d only finished speaking when he hooked his hands around her neck and pulled her down, mouth to mouth.

During the long kiss, the two of them were oblivious to each other, but they were in a reverse kissing position, which they were not accustomed to, so they gradually shifted their bodies during the process, and finally the two of them folded up on the barber’s chair.

He lay in the lower position kissing her on one side and lifting her skirt with both hands, exploring her buttocks with great curiosity; she didn’t resist, only the tip of her tongue worked harder toward his throat.

It was a message. He then stretched his arm and pushed it down even further, right into the center of her flower. As soon as his finger penetrated, she responded by biting the tip of his tongue, causing him to open his lips wide in pain and jerk his tongue out.

“It’s going to hurt yeah!” He said.

“I get sore too yeah!” She echoed.

Not wanting to have another conversation, he hastily peeled off her blouse and took a bite out of her nipple, sucking on that girlish nipple scent while his fingers were still digging around inside her pussy hole.

“Urutani, don’t, don’t…” she raised her upper body with a pained expression, even covering her breasts to keep him from nibbling on them.

“Malay humor, don’t be afraid.” He was on a roll and couldn’t control it more and more, “It’s the first time for both of us, give it to me!”

“I will marry you, give it to me.” He ordered.

“Urutani, I love you.” She yelled.

Without asking her permission, he tore off her panties and ran his hand around the outside of her pussy door; she raised her lower body as if she wanted him to go deeper. His fingers were digging and digging inside her pussy, and a lot of liquid that he didn’t understand was coming out of her, flowing down his fingers and onto him.

Intuitively he knew that she was more into the situation, so he tightly embraced her, so that the two of their bodies even more closely; so that naked in the upper position of her, her pussy against his lower body, the two lovers could not help but sway their hips from side to side, so that their lower bodies rubbing against each other; but his lower pants are still not removed, pants high up, swelling him extremely difficult, had to shout: “I can not stand, sister. I have to…have to take off my pants.”

She heard what he said, so she freed one hand to unbuckle his pants for him, not very familiar with it; he had to cooperate with her to pull the pants with her hand, and with the cooperation, even the panties were pulled off, and the lower cunts were face to face with each other.

Gosseyn shook his baby, but couldn’t get the top in, and was so anxious that he had to gently call out beside her, “Good sister, please, help me.”

She grabbed his prick with her hand, guided it in the right direction, and plunged it in; don’t panic, it was only halfway in, but it did teach her to wail.

She pushed up the lower half of her body so that the yin and yang were detached, then frowned and told him, “I’m going to hurt! Your one is so thick!”

“Just go inside and take it easy.” He said.

This time, he only had to do it himself. He also stretched his arm to hold his brother, and slid down her pussy water into the hole in one go, and gathered enough courage to thrust hard inside, and she immediately screamed loudly.

He couldn’t care less and jerked up harder, her hands deadlocked on his shoulders, her brows completely knit together as she did her best to endure it while he crossed his arms and pounded away, harder and harder each time.

Gradually, her fingers relaxed, her voice changed from a wail to a whimper, and her lower body automatically bobbed up and down in time with him. After a while, she leaned down and kissed him again, bringing their vital three points together. After kissing for a while, he suddenly broke away from her mouth and called out beside her, “Sister, my dick is so swollen, I want to pee.”

“What’s wrong?” She asked nervously, “Does it hurt?”

“It won’t. But it really wants to pee, no, not really, it’s like something is trying to rush inside your hole.” He was feeling like he had never felt before.

“Could it be…leaking semen?”

He thought under her and said, “Probably!”

“Then let it out, no, piss it out!” She defiantly kissed him again.

He couldn’t hold it back any longer at this moment, it felt like there was a lot of stuff just coming out of his urethra, straight out; it was a moment of overwhelming comfort.

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Cheng Yuan and the field master surnamed Zhou arrived at the residence at almost the same time, with slight differences in the degree of surprise between the two.

Zhou field master first saw the living room coffee table that only one-third of the remaining bottle of aged brandy, froze, left and right thought this old guy has always stayed in the liquor cabinet ah! How could it come out? Could it be that it has grown legs? Moreover, its stomach has always been full, why did two-thirds of it disappear? Could it be that he drank it and forgot about it?

After about three full minutes of thought, he suddenly rushed into the room, opened the closet, and followed it by dropping into a sitting position, for, the safe being also open, it was empty!

Cheng Yuan’s surprise lies in the expression of Donald Duck’s master and disciples, that face is more smelly and hard than the stones in the cesspit. He took a look at the coffee table, there was a small stack of banknotes and a small stack of papers, it is hard to believe that this is all the property in the safe deposit box surnamed Zhou?

“You used us.” Donald Duck said coldly, “Honestly, what exactly does Surname Zhou have against you?”

“You can still play mahjong at the same table with me if you have a grudge?” He avoided the topic, “That’s all, it can’t be, can it?”

“It’s only a small field, I see, and you know it in your own mind. Fifty thousand in cash, the rest is all checks and IOUs, which are like waste paper.” The cash that Donald Duck had placed on the coffee table was only half of what was in the safe of the owner of Zhou’s field; the other half had been put into his pocket, and even his apprentice did not know about it.

Cheng Yuan sat down to review the checks and debit notes, they really do not have much use for them, although it adds up to the number is not small; the checks will certainly be lost, the risk of rashly going to collect too much, debit notes are cheaper for those who play mahjong to lose to the borrower; however, the most tragic is the last name of the ruffian Zhou, full of being repaired.

Chow’s brain reacted quickly enough, he first called the police for the record, and then took out his account book to find out who wrote the checks, and one by one, he called to notify the check to be lost, and then began to guess whether an acquaintance of the hand?

Holy shit…he slammed the coffee table with force. The hand of Field Master Zhou that slapped the coffee table was vaguely painful, but he finally figured out that it was Fake Immortal’s thieving gangster who had maliciously screwed him over.

In order to avenge his last winnings from him, the fake immortal teamed up with someone to fix him up; he first played poker at the owner’s house, and when he was short of money, he immediately suggested that the owner find him to help him out, and then he tipped off his partner and went to ransack his house. What’s more, he even won a sum of money from him at the mahjong table. As for who the fake immortal’s partner was? I know it with my asshole, Donald Duck will not be able to get away with it.

“Holy shit…” cursed Cheng Yuan almost at the same time as Field Master Zhou, “That safe deposit box might be a front, his money must be hidden elsewhere.”

“Okay! Stop acting Fake Immortal, how shall we settle this score?” Old Tang turned his head to look at his apprentice, who seemed to have tensed his muscles and was ready to act.

At this time, Du Yulan returned from the park and realized that the atmosphere in the living room was a bit off, so she pretended to be washing dishes in the kitchen to observe the movement. In front of Donald Duck, the current Cheng Yuan was the cooked duck that couldn’t even fly away!

“Tell you what! All fifty thousand dollars goes to you guys, count me as providing information for nothing, okay?” Cheng Yuan generously said, “Actually, I lost more than this amount just by accompanying Surname Zhou in that mahjong game last night.”

“That’s for sure.” Old Tang smiled but didn’t laugh, “Fifty thousand dollars is the minimum going rate. Let me put it this way, False Immortal, let’s say we’re helping you take revenge, do we still have to pay more?”

“Hey! Don, are you fucking right! Are you serious? Forget you’re on the run? Who gave you a helping hand?” He got angry.

“One size fits all, if you tell me explicitly that you want to straighten out that surnamed Zhou, my old Tang will not say a word to help in the end, and do not receive a penny, counting to return you a love, but you bluffed the old man is not the same, in my life, I hate it when other people play me.” Old Tang thought of his own in order to open that small safe, almost ruined a life of fame on hate.

“So what do you want?” He glanced at the kitchen, secretly measuring the distance between a kitchen knife and him, and at the same time, he saw the pupils of Alain’s startled eyes.

“Two hundred thousand more and leave immediately.” Old Tang said steadily.

“Two hundred thousand dollars?” He said as he walked towards the kitchen, “You’re a fucking lion!”

“Stop.” Apprentice Tong Zai yelled, “What do you want?”

“I-I…get the kitchen knife!” He made a dash for the runners.

Right at this moment, after the blow stimulated, opened up Zhou field master’s thoughts completely. This revenge will not go unrewarded, he grabbed the microphone and dialed up.

“Hey man, long time no see.” He said.

“Something wrong?” The other replied.

“Remember the theft of Boss Hornhead’s Mercedes last time?”

“It’s the Wanted Donald Duck thing, right?”

“Yes, yes.” He was overjoyed, “I know where old Don is.”

“That’s good! I won’t inform the Boss and will directly send my brothers to claim credit from the Boss after capturing him.”

“Isn’t there a bonus?” He didn’t quite start.

“Brother, don’t figure this out.” The other party apparently sighed, “After helping the boss out, are you still afraid that there will be no benefits in the future?”

“Yes, yes.” He was happier: “Donald Duck is on the boardwalk, and it was one of his sidekicks named Fake Fairy who took him in.”

How can a person nicknamed Fake Immortal take in people and then want to cut them with a knife? This poor host was really pushed by the guests and had to strike first. At once, Lao Tang copied a coat hanger in his hand, while Tong Chai held a chair to defend himself, and the swords were drawn in the living room.

“What are you doing?” Alan rushed out of the kitchen and crossed between the two sides, “Don’t scare people to death, okay?”

“It’s all your husband’s fault for setting us up.” Old Tang shouted.

“Don’t listen to his nonsense, I helped them, and I’m actually benefiting them and trying to screw me over.” Cheng Yuan roared back.

“Don’t! I’m begging you guys.” Alan pleaded; “It could be a misunderstanding, put something down and talk about it, okay?”

“Misunderstanding? Your husband asked us to steal his friend’s safe, and it turned out that there was only this much money inside.” Old Tang pointed to the desktop and continued, “Is it worth it to risk so much for this, you tell me.”

“You’re thieves?” Alan asked in surprise.

“Your husband is no good either.” Old Tang returned, “He specializes in forging documents, do you still think he’s a steel plate engraver? Don’t be silly.”

“You…” she turned her head to look at Cheng Yuan, and her face began to change, from sunny to cloudy, from shocked to dumbfounded.

“At least it’s better than your three-handed one!” Cheng Yuan shook his chopper to intimidate, “Today I’m going to chop off that third hand of yours to cook a midnight snack.”

“How dare you…” the old Tang looked at Alan, who had her back to him, and rushed forward with a huff, curving that coat hanger around her neck and dragging her backward with one hand, “Don’t blame me for being cruel, this is your woman.”

“What are you doing…” cried Alan, struggling.

Cheng Yuan didn’t put down the chopper, instead he laughed: “Lao Tang, thanks, I’ll have a better life after killing her. Do you know, the pine tree master said she is my enemy three lifetimes ago, any time and place will kill me, I can’t even avoid it! I’m at your disposal.”

“Fuck him, you saw the cast there, this is the face of your husband.” Lao Tang said to her, “People say he is very small man, today finally saw.”

“And how strong are you? Grabbing a weak woman to threaten.” Cheng Yuan didn’t care either.

People go to higher places and water flows to lower places. You see, people are stronger and bigger than each other, but have you ever seen anyone who is worse and cheaper than the others? It’s a dog’s mouth that bites the dog.

While they were arguing, Tong threw the chair at Cheng Yuan from the side, hitting him; then Tong jumped forward and grabbed his knife wrist, pulling it backward, and he gave up his weapon in pain.

“Old Dog Cheng, you’re the only one?” Tong Zai actually learned the tone of a TV drama warrior fixing a traitor or an evil eunuch, gritting his teeth and skimming his arm harder, causing Old Dog Cheng to yelp out in pain.

“Well, all done, now we can have a good talk.” Old Don said easily.

“Master.” Tong Zai said evilly, “Since Old Dog Cheng doesn’t want this woman, it’s better to leave it to us to send her off.”

This little rascal has really watched too many serials, and he can even catch such words as “send down”, does he think he is Baodong Qingtian?

“Tong Zai…” said Cheng Lao Dog, who was bending his head in front of Tong Zai, hurriedly, “You want her, I’ll let you have her, you know how good Fan Woman is in bed, right? I’ll teach you to die of pleasure, as long as, as long as you let me go…”

“Good disciple, don’t mess around.” Old Tang stopped him and said, “If this kind of thing spreads out in the jianghu, it will be hard to mix with people if they will be laughed at. We just need him to hand over the money, are we still afraid of not having a woman?”

“I really don’t have any money, if you don’t believe me, search.” Cheng Yuan yelled.

“Of course there’s no money at home, not so much at the bank.” Old Tang sneered, “Tom Boy, search his wallet.”

Tong Chai was ordered to search his pockets for a while, and took out a stack of banknotes and two ATM cards, and Lao Tang saw the banknotes and guessed where it came from.

“This is last night’s winnings right? I can’t believe you lied about losing a lot of it, damn it, Fake Fairy you keep playing me like a three year old.”

“Is there any money on the two ATM cards?” Tom Boy asked.

“No.” His hand was twisted in a spine-tingling pain just before he finished speaking, and he immediately changed his words to, “Yes.”

“How much?”

“I’m not sure, enough for you guys.”

“Master, what to do?”

Before Old Tang could reply, Du Youlan spoke up, “I’ll go and mention it.”

９

Gosseyn had only returned to Brother Lee’s house after a white dream when the reporter surnamed Ho called.

“Good news.” He got right to the point, “Donald Duck showed up.”

“Where? The new store?” Gosseyn asked hastily.

“No.” He soldiered on, seeming to light his cigarette on the other end of the line before slowly saying, “Would you say it’s a coincidence that the old guy is hiding out where you live, on the boardwalk.”

“Give me the address, I’m calling the police.”

“How old are you, brother?” The other asked inexplicably.

He was confused, but in a good temper, he still answered honestly, “Thirty.”

“Look, you’re still so calm at your age, just hear me out, okay?”

“Yes.” He laughed bitterly on the other end of the phone and shook his head. This old and matured reporter He really wanted to invite him to take a trip south when things were done, to recover some of his lost innocence to.

“Here’s the thing, one of the leads I put out there answered today, saying that Old Tang was hidden by one of his partners nicknamed “Fake Immortal”. This Fake Immortal is a master forger, one makes fake documents and the other steals cars, they just happen to be paired together, so the authenticity of this clue is quite high.”

“Where’s Tom Boy?” He asked, interrupting him.

“There you go again, brother.” The other party sighed: “Didn’t I tell you last time that Tong Chai was most likely his disciple, and that I was afraid of compatriots when I found Donald Duck? I, where was I, oh yes, the other party reported this clue especially mentioned that they this hang intends to take action first to catch the old Tang, to the corner boss to take credit, so with me to put forward three conditions: First, not allowed to report to the police. Secondly, they are not allowed to appear in the newspaper within three days. Third, no mention of the gang’s name in the paper. So, you’re saying that going to the police isn’t going to get me killed?”

“Dude, I’m sorry.” He apologized sincerely, “So where do I go from here? Please advise.”

The reporter surnamed He pondered for a while before replying, “Let’s do it this way! There will be an action in the evening, so wait for my call at home and we’ll leave together.”

１０

Alan brought up the matter of her going to withdraw the money, which caused another argument. Now, all four of them were sitting on the sofa, Cheng Yuan and Alain inside, Donald Duck and Tom Chai outside, and Tom Chai was still holding the chopper, so the whole scene was still under the control of the master and disciple duo.

“How can we trust you?” Old Tang asked as he puffed on his cigarette, “In case you abscond with the money or simply call the police, won’t we be in deep shit?”

“I can’t trust you guys either!” Cheng Yuan kept rotating his right arm to ease the lingering pain, “If you guys mention it more, won’t I be the one to suffer?”

“Mention two hundred thousand is to keep the promise, more mention is you deserve.” The old Tang prevailed in the voice: “think of this passbook money, but not me and all the disciples of many years of risk income, was you eat people do not spit the bones swallowed only, forged a document has what technology, really fucking knock.”

“Yeah! Yes!” Tom Boy shook his chopper in response.

“You have to speak with conscience ah old Tang, I can not use the knife on your neck to do business.” Cheng Yuan looked at the knife in Tong Zai’s hand and said, “I can’t stay up, I need to get some an to suck.”

“I’m also hungry.” Tong Zai looked at his watch and said, “Master, it’s almost two o’clock, I didn’t have breakfast or lunch!”

“Less gimmicky.” Lao Tang gave the order, “Settle the withdrawal matter first. Don’t use the ATM card, hand over your passbook in time for 3:30.”

“I’ll get it, I know where the passbook and stamps are.” Alan said.

“Bitch…” cursed Cheng Yuan loudly, “Shouldn’t have listened to Pinewood and given you any talismanic water to drink, it’s more or less the same as drinking poison to poison your third life’s soul.”

“So you’ve been nice to me lately, all for a purpose.” Du Youlan snorted coldly and turned to Old Tang, “You think I would cling to this kind of man, I hate him to death. Let me go and lift the money, and lift it to the hilt.”

“No, no.” Old Tang pondered for a moment, “I still don’t trust you, I’ll tell you what, I’ll go with you.”

“What about me? Master.” Tomoy asked.

“Nonsense, of course I’ll watch over the fake fairies and I’ll bring up food for you.”

“I want an…” the fake fairy began to clamor.

“Go.” Old Tang instructed Tom Boy, “Take him to the bedroom and let him suck it up. It’s best if he’s dead, won’t be working with him in the future anyway.”

１１

Du Yulan took Cheng Yuan’s ID card, stamp and passbook with her, and was held hostage by Lao Tang. The two passbooks each had 180,000 and 60,000 dollars in deposits, and there wasn’t much left of the 200,000 dollars.

Lao Tang was very cautious, asked her to ride the motorcycle, he was in the back seat around her waist, to prevent her from messing around. When they arrived at the bank entrance, they saw that there were police guards, he lowered his voice and said beside her, “Listen, I have no intention of harming you, and I hope you won’t harm me either. Go ahead and bring up the money, and I’ll set you free, never having to follow that scumbag again.”

He let Alain go into the bank and waited outside himself. Time passed by, his heart more and more apprehensive, see that the police appeared at the door from time to time, he had an impulse to gas to escape. It seems that after a year so long time, finally saw Alain carry a paper bag from the bank out, he hung in the throat of the heart just put down.

“Good girl.” Old Tang praised, “Go, go to the second house, withdraw all the money, and I’ll give you the remaining forty thousand dollars.”

“I don’t want to.” She said flatly, “I want to go, you didn’t just say you were willing to let me go.”

Lao Tang did not answer, or let her ride, and hugged her in the back. After withdrawing the money from the second bank without any problems, Lao Tang’s hand around her waist was not honestly moved upward, pressing her breasts. She didn’t resist, just focused on riding the bike.

“Girl, will you follow me?” Old Tang said beside her, “I am a man of love and justice, never like Cheng Yuan that son of a bitch will only bully you. In fact, I have long been in love with you, as long as you nod your head, we don’t even want to go back to our home, we will directly go far away, and from now on, we will be incognito and return to your old home to live our lives, how about it?”

You see! What’s this shameless old man up to? At first, when his disciple wanted to hit on Alain, he scolded him with the righteousness of the jianghu, and after that, when Alain wanted to help them withdraw money, he used the reason that he was afraid of her escaping as the reason to set her up, so it turned out to be a bunch of selfish words that he wanted to confide in her!

Not that I want to scold harshly, in the jianghu called such people “old cunt”. Full of Jianghu moral and ethical old Tang, the original form is revealed in this last juncture.

When she returned to that park near her home, she braked the car abruptly, and the old Don immediately retracted those claws that had been resting in the wrong place, and asked joyfully, “Have you decided, good girl, just don’t go back.”

“No, let me think about it.” She said as she got off the motorcycle.

“Good.” He patted her shoulder, “As you wish.”

Du Yulan went to the chair she was accustomed to sit in and lit a cigarette; there were still butts on the floor from where she had sat in the morning. However, there were a few different cigarette butts. Gao Sen was also a smoker, could he have left them behind? Alain was dumbfounded, how could it be? A person from over four hundred kilometers away.

“You promise? I saw you smile.” Old Don chimed in.

She did not answer. Why did she miss Gao Sen again? After returning to Taipei from Pingtung, facing the enthusiastic Cheng Yuan, she rekindled her hope and gradually pushed Gao Sen from the shallow end to the deep end of her memory; if the memory bank in her head was divided into layers of cabinets, then it was her hand that had moved him from the cabinet that was readily available to the bottom cabinet. It was a matter of reality, and she couldn’t be blamed, but she still blamed herself deeply.

While she thought she would have a perfect home at last, she could only look at the front of her mind for so long; the bottom cupboard was not buried forever, but very, very seldom was there any intention of rummaging through it again.

Now the whole image of her man had been shattered, not only back to his former bad self, but even more terrible, leaving her bewildered. The greatest sorrow is the death of the heart, at this moment she fully realize; heart dead, other need to say? So she didn’t care about anything anymore, what difference does it make if she goes back or not, if she follows Lao Tang or not, if she lives or dies?

The only thing worth remembering was perhaps the cabinet tucked away on the bottom shelf! Naturally, she took the initiative to move it back into its accessible position and wiped the dust from it so that it would remain eternal. Otherwise, she had no desire; if anything, she wanted to get drunk.

“I want a drink.” She snapped, “No, I want to drink lots and lots and lots of it, until I’m drunk.”

“And then what?” Donald Duck asked excitedly.

“Whatever.”

“Good.” He smiled so much his eyes disappeared, “Where to drink?”

“Go home, drink and pack for the road.”

１２

They bought a bunch of food and wine, just pushed the door into the house and were dumbfounded. The whole situation had changed. If you look at it from the perspective of a historian judging the change of dynasties, it is too fast! It can only be described as a microcosm of history. Tong Chai was tied to a chair like a pig, with a towel stuffed in his mouth. Instead, the old Cheng dog he spoke of was holding a kitchen knife and raising it against Lao Tang’s head.

“What, what’s going on?” Old Tang was stunned, and the evil thoughts of running away with Alan just now were all scared away.

“Master Tang, don’t be afraid, let me explain to you properly.” Cheng Yuan would show his villainous face, “You’re not the only one who knows about your disciple’s problems. I told him that there is a bottle of good whiskey in the liquor cabinet, I brought it back when I traveled abroad, and as soon as he saw Master Dukang, he was submissive, and I also advised him to drink less on an empty stomach! I advised him to drink a little less on an empty stomach, but he didn’t listen, and once he was drunk, he couldn’t tell friend from foe! I was really worried that you came back too early, the gang, but fortunately you were very cooperative, until he was almost drunk, I tied him up, but he was chicken hair roar, forcing me to plug his big mouth.”

“What a greedy big mouth, I wonder how many things I’ve missed?” Old Tang turned to Yulan again and said, “You see! If you had listened to me and not come back, nothing would have happened at all.”

“What do you mean?” Cheng Yuan asked.

“Hmph, you still have the nerve to ask?” Alain said expressionlessly, “Your woman was bullied by someone else, you look good with a green hat don’t you?”

“No wonder he didn’t come back for so long, what did he do to you?” Cheng Yuan asked with one hand tugging on Lao Tang’s arm and a knife on his neck.

“After withdrawing the money, he sat behind me, grabbed my breasts with both hands and wanted me to go far away with him. I knew you’d find a way, and kept stalling, sitting right there in the park for quite a while, and buying drinks and food, intending to come back up and get them drunk in case you didn’t get rid of Tom Boy.” Alan said, still expressionless.

“There you go, what about the money?” Cheng Yuan asked.

“On old Don.” She replied.

He quickly scrounged the money from Lao Tang. Calculating the amount to be exactly 200,000 dollars, he said to Alan: “Good for Fanny, just honest.”

“He wanted me to mention it more and said he’d give it to me to run away and I didn’t even take it.”

“You bitch, lying.” It would be Old Tang’s turn to scold her.

“Ugh! She is my good woman.” Cheng Yuan rejoiced, “I will slowly come back to torment you after I have served Duke An a refreshing meal.”

“Where’s old Tang? Aren’t you going to tie him up? What if he runs off later?” She asked.

“Of course.” Cheng Yuan turned to Donald Duck and said, “Be a good boy and sit on the chair for me, so that you can taste the taste of being tied up.”

Under the lustful power of his chopper, Lao Tang sat down, and helped him pull the rope with a submissive gesture of a bear.

“False Immortal, please, let my disciple loose and remove the towel from his mouth, will you?” Old Tang pleaded as he bound.

“No way.” Du Youlan snapped, “Eat your bitterness slowly.”

She sat down on a sofa chair and opened the dishes one by one, then opened a bottle of wine and just poured it without even using a glass.

“Hey, don’t get drunk.” Cheng Yuan also sat down next to her, “These two guys can’t be lax, if they escape, they will have a big misfortune, they are all villains! They have a knack for organizing people.”

“We’re all villains, who’s afraid?” Alain said and took another gulp of wine.

Cheng Yuan can not care much also eat and drink up, see his look of gluttony, stomach is really hungry.

“Hey Alan.” He added a sip of his drink, “All those things I said just now when they gained power were all lies, just to try and coax them into thinking we were imploding, when in fact I was the one looking for an opportunity, do you understand?”

“Of course I do.” She drank frequently, not caring about anything and said, “I’m not going to let them screw you, husband.”

“It’s good to know.” Cheng Yuan smiled happily, “After this is over, I’ll accompany you on a trip back to your hometown.”

After he said this, still did not forget to spit at the pine wood division that old blind man a sound. Two people drink pleasantly, do not realize the twilight cover to.

１３

Not only the two of them, but even Gosseyn didn’t know that Twilight was coming.

It had been a strange day, he had only daydreamed so much in the morning, seeing his initial contact with Alan – that is, his first contact within the barber’s hall – but just this afternoon he had dreamed of his first contact with Yan Ruyu.

On that day he was invited to the village of Misty Terrace for a drink, and the host’s house was just below Ruyu’s, a slope away. When he was halfway through his drink, a girl came in; on that occasion it was too rare to be noticed, but the host’s daughter greeted him and took her by the hand, leading her to the table.

Gosseyn looked at her sitting across the table and suddenly sobered up a third of his wine; he didn’t know whose girl this was, only that it was bright and dazzling. Introduced by a bystander, he got an idea and grabbed his glass to toast her; she shyly raised her glass slightly to show her reserve, which made him want to pursue it even more.

“Ulugu, Yan Ruyu is your little sister’s classmate for miles!” Someone reminded him, “It’s also considered your sister, you can’t go after her.”

“I’ve heard about your name for a long time, Big Brother Gao.” Yan Ruyu said.

“Why can’t we go after them? It’s a kiss and a kiss!” He retorted.

“You’re kidding.” Ruyue smiled like a flower blooming.

He became excited, and through his drunkenness got up and drew her to a dance; a dance that went from indoors to outdoors.

“Big brother, the people inside are watching na!” Ruyu snuggled into his arms and reminded him.

“What are you afraid of?” He said, half-drunk, “You’re not married, I’m not married, can’t Ruyi ㄧ Sodo?”

Just for that one sentence, Kisame stopped talking and followed him as he jumped and tugged his way to the side of the school.

“Is this my alma mater and yours?” He asked, taking her hand.

“Nonsense, didn’t they say I went to school with your little sister?” She laughed.

“Ah! Yes!” He tugged her further to the flag-raising platform, “I’ve raised the flag here before!”

“Then I must have seen it.” She was recalling the look of a schoolboy with a bald head standing here raising the flag.

A bright moon came straight down from that flagpole, covering them both just right. Under such moonlight, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

After a long moment, she poked her tongue out and said, “What does that action mean?”

He considered for a moment before saying, “I want you.”

Following that, his movements turned more intense, starting from her cheeks and going all the way down to kiss her wildly, and when he reached her breasts, she covered them; but he moved her hands away without paying any attention to them and continued to kiss her nipples.

“Big brother, don’t…no…we…” she called.

He ignored it, and instead of sucking hard on her nipples, he moved one hand toward her pussy, thrusting into her panties, and she shuddered, as if she wanted to reach out and block it, but instead she tore at his hair.

“Ah… brother you’re so bad, what… what are you… doing?” She was wailing on one side and raising her hips high on the other side, obviously unable to say anything, her body involuntarily cooperating with his movements.

Already from Alan’s first taste of forbidden fruit he fully understand the woman’s inner desire, two fingers will work in her flower center stirring and shearing, the wave immediately filled with water, along the vagina quietly sliding down.

After he had sucked both nipples once, he turned to kiss her neck, and only a moment later, she couldn’t stand it anymore and lifted his head, her mouth sucking directly on his like a suction cup, not letting go, while her tongue was entangled with his like a dragon; not only that, but her hand also probed into his chest and pinched his nipple, pinching it to death and twisting it, causing him to knit his brows in pain.

He suddenly reversed her body, embraced her in his arms, and then sniffed her hair while undressing her; after she was naked, he played with her pussy lips, listening to the sound of the flag blowing in the wind above her head, and in the darkness it felt like he was making love to Du Yulan. She squirmed uncomfortably, while her hands reversed to undo the belt of his pants, loosening it and then reaching into his underwear, she grabbed his engorged rod and held it tightly, sifting it up and down.

He was so extremely stimulated that, regardless, he lifted her body and lowered it towards his prick, and with perfect precision, the little hole landed on his dick with perfect precision, swallowing it at once, practically rooting it.

They both grunted and grunted at the same time, and began rubbing, reciprocating, and writhing against each other, the chirping sound of their sex organs crisp in the moonlight.

His hands went around her body to hold each breast in a folded grip, rubbing it gently, rubbing it vigorously, and pinching the nipple, and the intimacy of the contact made her so happy that she tilted her head back, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and continued to kiss him on the lips.

It was a hard position for her to be in, so she slipped out of him and lay on her back, waiting for him to come. He rolled over on top of her, and the large “king” quickly returned to the “palace”, pumping back and forth in long strokes, both parties forgetting the pain in their excitement.

Her back and his knees were rubbing against the cold, hard concrete platform, which would have been too much for her to bear on a normal day, but at this time, she felt nothing, and only when she was exhausted did she gradually feel the pain.

He stopped and did a big flip, putting her in the top position, quietly admiring her voluptuous upper torso in the moonlight, caressing her very lovingly. The two of them just looked at each other, panting slightly, waiting for the next round of offense.

She began to move, and with a slight twist of her hips, her cunt lips clamped down on his prick, then slid down to take it in; then she closed her eyes and shook her body violently, faster and faster, her mouth hissing as she addressed her breath.

“Ah…” he almost called out “Alan”, so he quickly changed his tone, “Ah, I can’t take it… harder, faster. I can’t stand it…harder, faster.”

He lifted his head and took a bite out of her breast, pinched both pieces of her ass flesh tightly with both hands, and at the last moment, pushed upward as hard as he could, then stopped and didn’t move.

The flag snapped, the moonlight was soft, and everything was eternal.

Eternity is an illusion, including the phone ringing.

“Hey, bro.” It was Reporter He’s voice: “I’m already downstairs at your house, it’s time to go.”

１４

I promised to take you to spy on Gao Sen and Yan Ruyu having sex for the first time, and just now I have fulfilled my promise; they had sex on the flag-raising platform of the National Elementary School, while we acted as schoolchildren who went to the school for a night out and overheard a good show.

Have you ever felt your face blushing and your heart racing? Even asked me after watching it, “What are they doing? It’s disgusting!”

I’m sure voyeurism is a pathology, however, I voyeurize to write novels and you voyeurize to read novels, so we’re both healthy.

But was Alan’s behavior that night considered pathological?

After she finished the last glass of wine, she suddenly smashed the glass, then pinched up a piece of the shard and walked over to Tong Zai, pulling out the cloth from his mouth and said, “You, didn’t you…want to find me? Now just…have some…fun with you.”

“Don’t you fuck around, yo, Fannie.” Tom-Tom yelled nervously.

“Good, good, play hard.” Cheng Yuan, who had also drunk almost as much, clapped his hands happily.

At a distance of several kilometers, Gao Sen and the reporter surnamed He instead shook hands. The other party was a big man with a thick beard, rather like a big brother on the road.

“Get in the car, if you’re late, you’ll miss a good show.” Reporter He urged him.

“Where are the brothers?” He asked as he stepped into the car.

“It’s already gone!” Reporter He sped off as soon as he stepped on the gas.

Du Yulan was really furious this time, she pulled off Tong Zai’s shirt, but suddenly tenderly caressed his chest and said, “Good… sturdy yo… make love… a must be good ah… “

“Sister-in-law.” Tong Zai, who was originally drunk before being tied up, would be completely awakened by fear: “Forgive me, I won’t dare next time.”

“Don’t be afraid, good boy.” No sooner had she finished her sentence than the shards of broken glass slashed violently toward his chest, crossing above both nipples.

Tong Zai screamed miserably, and blood immediately seeped out. He was in so much pain that he desperately wanted to break free, but unfortunately the marble chair was too heavy and could only move a little.

“False Fairy, stop this crazy bitch, it’ll be game over if someone gets killed later.” Only now did Old Tang realize the seriousness of the matter.

“It’ll be your turn soon, don’t be anxious.” Cheng Yuan smiled cheekily at him.

“Take a rope noose and put it around his head…if he dares to move, strangle him to death.” Alan instructed Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan immediately made two rope covers for his master and disciples to add this “spell”, and he sat in the center, holding one end of the rope cover in each hand.

When Alan made another cut on Tom’s back, he tried to struggle again. He wanted to struggle again. Cheng Yuan nonchalantly tightened the rope, immediately he was strangled and did not dare to move, just bulging eyes staring at the ceiling, mouth mmmm ah ah ah.

“Please, Brother Cheng…” on the other side, Old Tang’s eyes were dripping with tears.

Like a madman, Alain slashed at his waist and chest area again, yelling as he did so, “Kill you…dog man…kill you, kill you.”

Tom Boy seemed numb and didn’t move a muscle, but urine oozed out of both crotches.

Reporter He immediately hid in the corner of the park to pee as soon as he got off the bus, but Goshen, who was waiting on the sidelines, found the park very familiar.

“Suffocate me.” Reporter He came out and said, “Go and join them.”

The two of them came to the bottom of the building and looked around for a while before Reporter He led him to a sedan with the windows rolled down and the inside filled with people.

“How do I get in? On what floor?” Lao He asked repeatedly to the person driving the car.

“Eighth floor.” He returned, “We’ll pretend to be letter carriers delivering registered mail, and as soon as we trick the door open, we’ll break in and arrest them. Remember, you’re following, no pictures allowed, and you have to stick to those three rules.”

“Bro, no problem.” Old He patted him on the shoulder, “Go upstairs!”

The good show on the eighth floor was still not over, Alan shifted his target, she walked up to Lao Tang. Old Tang was so scared that his hands and feet were moving around; he begged under his breath, “Brother Cheng, save me, save me…”

“Alan, give him death, haha…” shouted Cheng Yuan against her.

Du Yulan, however, suddenly bent down at this moment and lifted the kitchen knife on the coffee table, hacking at Cheng Yuan’s head.

“Ah…” screamed Cheng Yuan miserably.

He turned his head to look at the knife Alain, a face of shock, Alain also froze. Look at the knife, but not stained with blood, blurred suddenly realized that the knife was held upside down, cut in his head is the back of the knife.

Cheng Yuan also realized it and went back to touch the back of his head, but there was blood oozing out, he knew that the back of that knife had hit the very same old wound he had fallen from last time. This time he immediately leapt up and rushed towards the bedroom, but Alan wasn’t slow either and was holding a knife to block his way.

“Alan, I beg you…” tears flowed from Cheng Yuan’s anxiousness, “I’m a mongrel, it was all my fault in the past, I beat you and scolded you, I didn’t treat you like a human being, and I even listened to that old blind man’s bullshit and set you up… it was all my fault. The Buddhists say, ‘Put down the butcher’s knife and become a Buddha immediately.’ Will you put the knife down?”

“Kill you, dog man, kill you, kill you…” shouted Alan as he kept waving the knife over and over.

“Alan, the so-called one-night husband and wife…”

At this critical moment, the doorbell rang, and Cheng Yuan realized that it would be safer to run out the door behind him, instead of hiding in the bedroom. He stopped babbling, turned around and rushed to the door, hurriedly opened the lock, and immediately shouted for help, but he stretched out to see that there were a group of strangers standing outside the door.

Gao Sen followed the crowd as they barged into Cheng’s house, and then saw two young and old people who were bound; the old one was fine, but only frequently called out, “Save me…”

The young one was in a terrible state, literally drenched in blood, staring at the ceiling with a dead face, oblivious to the noise of the crowd.

“Donald Duck? Is that you?” The lead brother asked the old man.

“I am, I am.” Old Tang called out happily, “Are you cops? I want to turn myself in, take me out of this hellhole.”

“Yes, of course we are.” The brother made a face at the group, then smiled and said to Old Tang, “We’ll take you to a safe place.”

“I’ll admit it even if I serve my time.” Old Tang said back.

“What happened to this guy, did you cut him?” Bro asked Cheng Yuan, pointing at Tong Zai.

“It wasn’t me, no, I didn’t commit a crime.” Cheng Yuan was busy defending, “It was my woman who cut it.”

“She ran into the bedroom.” Old Don added, “The kitchen knife was still in her hand.”

“It’s dangerous.” The brother said to his men, “Break down the door, it’s not a good idea for things to get out of hand.”

Gosseyn walked up to the blood-bathed youth and spotted the naked woman tattoo on his undyed arm, so he asked him, “You’re Tom-Tom, aren’t you?”

The youth did not answer, still staring blankly at the ceiling.

“He’s just Tom Boy has been scared silly, police officer, take him to the doctor!” Old Tang interjected.

At the sound of banging on the door, Reporter Ho asked Ghosn, “Is it him?”

Gosseyn nodded.

“As soon as they pull out, call the police to deal with it, and you’ll be done with the case.”

“Alan…” called Cheng Yuan loudly, “Open the door.”

Alain? Gao Sen was suspicious and was about to ask Cheng Yuan some questions when the door had been slammed open and the crowd rushed in, but no one was in sight.

The floor-to-ceiling windows leading to the small balcony were open, and Gosseyn stepped out and peered down; there were people gathered underneath, a pile of what looked like a human form spread out in the center, like a woman with long hair, like his childhood friend Du Yulan.

Alan…his heart throbbed.

“Get out of the way, someone’s dead, the cops will be here soon.” The brother instructed the crowd, “Rack Donald Duck and go.”

Alan…Alan…Alan…

Was it Gosseyn calling her, or was it the foggy-headed mountain in her hometown that guarded His people day and night?