What would it feel like to walk alone on the road? The wandering painter did not think that "when the moon goes, I will go too" because he was a man and no one called him brother, but the cold moon in the sky was really heading west.
The hairy moon is already more than half full, and it is already in its last quarter. The strange thing is that there is a huge golden circle surrounding her. She is in the middle of the golden circle. There are two stars on the west side of the circle, close to each other, but the two stars on the northeast side are one up and one down.
Although when he went out, the security guard at the door told him to pay attention to his safety and said that the road was a bit dark, but under the moonlight, he could see the muddy road very clearly.
Both sides of the road were blocked by tall barbed wire fences, turning the road into a long breakthrough lane. The vast and vast sandy land inside the barbed wire fence is covered with protective forest. The leaves have all fallen off, but there are still some withered vines wrapped around them.
There is a row of cypress trees near the barbed wire fence, which are evergreen despite the severe cold of several degrees below zero degrees Celsius.
The wandering painter was walking forward quickly with a backpack on his back. Several cars came from behind, and they all drove away quickly from him.
A red car, maybe the last one driving from behind tonight, right? In fact, it had already driven past him, but it happened to stop in front and fell back until it was right next to him.
The car window was lowered, and a woman with hair dyed blue stuck her head out.
Where are you going? She stared at the wandering painter and asked with a smile.
I'm going to town, replied the wandering painter.
come up, I'll take you into the city.
She opened the front door and patted the passenger seat with her hand, so that the wandering painter had to sit next to her.
Do you work in prison? asked the wandering painter.
You work in prison, right? I came to see someone, she said. Who does
look at? Who does
look at? It doesn’t have much to do with you, does it?
Well, it doesn't matter much, said the wandering painter. But he thought to himself, could he be here to visit the prison?
It would definitely be impolite to reveal personal information, so the wandering painter didn't ask any more questions.
She was very familiar with it, and she quickly used the long dirt road separated by barbed wire to get onto the national highway.
What's your name?
Does my name matter? She smiled, holding the steering wheel with both hands and not looking at him.
Maybe it's not that important to me, right? But I'm really grateful to you today, otherwise I wouldn't know when I would get out of the barbed wire alley.
Well, there are no buses on that stretch of road, and taxis rarely appear.
So thank you.
If you really want to thank me, would you like to have dinner with me later?
Okay, I invite you.
Logically speaking, men should take the initiative to invite women.
The wandering painter turned to look at her.
She doesn't look like a woman yet. She is indeed a girl. She is not a monster, but her rosy little face is quite charming.
Okay, I invite you, said the wandering painter.
The national highway ran north of the city. In the north of the city, she got off the road, crossed the Suidao, crossed the stone arch bridge over the Kongque River, drove a little further, and stopped in a parking lot outside a hotel.
She wore a black mid-length coat, flat heels, and walked out of the car with her bag. The wandering painter thought she was somewhat capable.
Do you want to eat at the hotel? You can also choose a place, the wandering painter thought, but he doesn’t know how expensive it is.
Okay, I'll let you kill it once. No matter how expensive it is, I'll take it, the wandering painter thought.
followed the beautiful woman into the hotel, and consultant took them to the second floor.
sat down by the window. She picked up the menu and ordered hand-caught mutton, twice-cooked venison, dry-cooked prawns, clear seabass. The vegetarian dishes were shredded shrimp and lettuce, cold chrysanthemum, and shredded rouge radish. She also ordered a bottle of white wine.
The wandering painter was a little surprised. Does a woman like to drink liquor?
However, she filled a glass for the wandering painter and a glass for herself.
Pick up the cups, clink them together, and drink them all in one gulp.
: Today is the end of the third year: the weekend, the end of the month, and the end of the year; tomorrow is the third day of the year, the day is new, the month is new, and the year is new. I wish 2023
’s dream will become a reality and life will be interesting, she said, and she indeed looks very capable.
It looked like she was really hungry. She ate a lot of food and drank a glass full of wine. She seemed a little bold for a while.
Although the road is long, it is almost there; although the task is difficult, it will be accomplished! She said, raising her glass and clinking it with the wandering painter's wine glass.
However, she was still drunk after all and fell into a deep sleep. The wandering painter could not wake her up.
The wandering painter took his mobile phone and went to the cashier to pay, but the cashier told him that the bill had been settled.
The wandering painter doesn’t know when and who tied the knot.
Is she drunk? This is your room card, room 19911. The front desk came over and handed the room card to the wandering painter.
So she opened a house? The wandering painter thought.
Is she alone? What if she has a boyfriend... But why does she want me to eat with her?
She wasn't pretending to sleep, right? They said that a person who pretends to sleep cannot be woken up...
The wandering painter didn't think much more. He grabbed her arms and tried to use her own strength to help her into the room, but she was as soft as a puddle of mud.
Who are you? You paid for it yourself and got a room? But if you can’t drink, then don’t drink! The wandering painter couldn’t help but talk about it.
Seeing her blushing face, the wandering painter shook his head slightly.
wake up! What can I do? The wandering painter pushed her, but she was really sleeping deeply.
The wandering painter took off her shoes and coat, placed her straight on the bed, and then pulled the covers up.
The wandering painter wanted to leave, but when he reached the door, he stopped again.
I'm leaving. How can I tell if something happens? He thought.
Hello! Don’t pretend to be asleep! Wake up! He went back and pushed her, and even grabbed her pink little face, but she was still sleeping soundly.
Did you really fall asleep? He put his hand close to her nostrils and heard a slight breath. He put his ear to her nostrils and listened, and there was a slight breathing sound.
It seems that you really fell asleep, but what should I do?
The wandering painter walked around the room, scratching his hair with his hands. He could neither leave nor stay if he wanted to. At this time, he heard a man's voice outside: Drink! Drink! It won't be a problem to drink another five pounds... It seemed that he was a drunkard again. He immediately ran up, closed the door, and locked it. Then, he walked to the sofa and sat down.
Okay, I'm asleep, he said.
Closed his eyes, and within a minute, he fell asleep.
After all, she woke me up in the middle of the night. She stretched out her hand and shouted: Water! Water! Give me a drink!
He stood up in a hurry, walked over and washed the cup, poured a cup of water, put it in cold water to let it cool down quickly, and when he felt that the wall of the cup was not hot, he helped her up and held the water for her to drink.
After drinking the water, she lay down again. He sat on the sofa anyway.
It's cold on the sofa. You should come to bed and sleep. She is mumbling and seems to be talking in her sleep.
The wandering painter looked at her and sat still on the sofa. She said nothing more and he closed his eyes and fell asleep again...
