Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Dongping stood at the window of the small building.

The moon is the same, and the moonlight is always the same, but the night seen from the tube building is only the size of a fingernail.

On a cold moonlit night, Jiang Dongping gathered the thin clothes on his body, looking back, the room was in chaos.

Not only messy, but cramped.

The hut is only one bedroom and one living room, and it is difficult to turn around in such a small room.No wonder Jiang Qingyan would rather be crowded in the school dormitory.

But of course, this is not the fundamental reason why Jiang Qingyan wants to be independent.

Jiang Dongping restrained all her emotions, she lit a cigarette, the smoke seemed to have a soul, faintly followed the fresh free air, and drifted out through the cracks in the window.

In the messy quilt of the wooden bed, someone gave a "huh" warning.

It turned out that in the small room, there were actually two souls who had nowhere to rest.Jiang Dongping extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

No matter how difficult the environment is, one should never smoke and drink in bed.That kind of life is too rough, there is not enough respect for visitors and companions, and more importantly, it is difficult to get over the hurdle in my heart.

On the bed, is a very beautiful woman.

With a good figure, she seemed to have been disturbed in a dream, with a deep sleepiness on her face, and she pressed her forehead like a headache.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was unnaturally hoarse.

Jiang Dongping climbed onto the bed with the cold air, and got into the bed.

The woman shivered unconsciously as if feeling the cold.Between the mattresses, she was smooth all over, and she was happily having fun.

"It's nothing." Jiang Dongping said. From her angle, she could just see the moon outside through the small window of the Tongzilou.

The moon ascends and gradually reaches the mid-heaven.

Tonight is the next September.

Jiang Dongping thought, 18 years ago, on such a moonlit night, she gave birth to her daughter alone.

The passage of time has never been diverted by human will. In a blink of an eye, eighteen years have passed by like a shuttle, and only the moon above the head shines on people.

It is exactly the same as the ancient poem: the generations of life are endless, and the river and the moon are only similar year after year.

The person on the bed hugged Jiang Dongping who got into the bed with his backhand, and his voice was filled with a trace of resentment: "Why don't you put on a piece of clothing? It's so cold."

"It's not cold, my sister's body is hot." Jiang Dongping was unscrupulous, drawing warmth from the woman.

The woman smiled, and hugged Jiang Dongping into her arms lovingly.Her skin was indeed hot.

How strange, she thought.Once upon a time, she thought she was cold-blooded.No, she didn't do it herself, everyone said she was a cold-blooded, ruthless selfish ghost.Not only the hands and feet are cold, but even the heart is cold.

So, she believed the man's words, he said that she just had a vain face, in...she was a dead fish, a dry well, a puppet without a soul.

Fang Yiting was deeply troubled.

I also refuted stubbornly in front of people: my mother has plenty of money.

But in the dead of night, ask yourself: Really?Am I really that bad?

But now, Fang Yiting felt that what the man said was all nonsense.

How can a dead fish move?How can a dry well be so moist?How can a puppet have hot skin?

The Fang Yiting that man was talking about was not the hot Fang Yiting in front of him at all!

Fang Yiting used her body to warm up Jiang Dongping who was chilled by the night wind. She groped for the ends of Jiang Dongping's hair and kissed the man's hair from time to time.

She doesn't like to use those fruity shampoos, wash her face, wash her hair and take a bath with a piece of soap.

Jiang Dongping said: Food has its own taste, why eat soy sauce and monosodium glutamate?

You chew carefully, white rice is also sweet.So, soap is fine, so why use those perfumed toiletries?

I don't know if it was influenced by her.Fang Yiting now thinks that Jiang Dongping's scent of soap smells good.

It is refreshing in summer, bleak in autumn, and in winter...

She suddenly became hotter.

In winter, they are shamelessly squeezed into this five-square-meter room. There is no air-conditioning in this room, and the two of them always use their bodies to warm each other, and often roll into a corner while talking.

Jiang Dongping is good at everything, but he doesn't care about other people's eyes.

Daytime prostitution does not make her blush, but she is serious: desire should serve people, how can a living person be suffocated by desire?

This desire is both material desire and flesh.want……

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Dongping raised his head, and kissed Shang Yiting's chin carefully, "Why are you thinking about being so hot all over?" She laughed, with a sticky lingering sound in her voice.

Fang Yiting felt that just listening to Jiang Dongping's voice was enough to make her legs go weak.

Hours ago, the traces of damp still remained in the body.

Fang Yiting dodged backwards helplessly: "No more." She heard herself say, taking Joe with some duplicity.

"Don't want anything?" Jiang Dongping looked at Fang Yiting amusedly, her eyes were like bright pearls, like a mermaid on a moonlit night, always elusive.

Not only did Fang Yiting's skin burn, but her face also began to feel hot.She thought, and told her to catch a shortcoming.

"I didn't want it, did you want it?" Jiang Dongping propped himself up, she was already warm.Someone warms the bed, it feels different.

Therefore, human beings are social animals, and lonely people are prone to mental illness.

Fang Yiting was even more at a loss, she felt the coldness of the wall behind her.The weather is slightly cold.

She was longing and frightened at the same time.People are so greedy and dissatisfied.

Jiang Dongping said: "What you want, I will always satisfy."

On the clock on the wall, three hands overlap, midnight is coming.

Fang Yiting's eyelashes fluttered. She didn't sleep for a long time, and it was only two hours if she worked hard.

Before, too much physical strength had been consumed.Her body was protesting to her that her pampered body was no longer fit for exercise.

"Don't..." Fang Yiting's voice became lower and lower, gradually becoming inaudible.

What gave her the illusion that Fang Yiting would let her go easily?

Isn't Jiang Dongping just that kind of unreasonable, impulsive and reckless person?

What are her words of wisdom?

--is Merleau-Ponty's bodilyism.

She said: I am my body.

Therefore, there is only Jiang Dongping who acts recklessly, and there is no Jiang Dongping who submits.

Jiang Dongping embraces Fang Yiting.

Fang Yiting was too thin, her slender waist seemed to break with a little effort.

Jiang Dongping lowered his head and kissed the woman's lips.She said, "Don't—"

"I just want to." Before the words finished, the slightly thin bed board began to creak and sway.

Fang Yiting had no time to exhale the screams, all of them were swallowed into the mouth, and then turned around in the opponent's mouth, and were fed back again.

Fang Yiting just felt that she couldn't breathe.In other words, the heart and consciousness up and down floated away from the body.

I only felt that the midnight air was slightly cold, but the two bodies were hot.It was so hot that she couldn't even remember her own name.

-

Fang Yi looked at Jiang Qingyan standing at the door in surprise.

The water dripping from her hair splashed on the floor.I heard that no matter how small a snowflake is, it has six petals. Does that mean that every drop of water can reflect the world?

Jiang Qingyan said: "Midnight has passed."

Fang Yi could not understand what she meant.

Jiang Qingyan smiled and said, "I'm done." She added.

, is the legal age.

"A good young man with five principles and four beauties, free love, reasonable and legal." Jiang Qingyan said, throwing herself into Fang Yi's arms.

There was nowhere to put Fang Yi's hand.

She heard Jiang Qingyan's beating heart.So alive, so rhythmic, so reckless.

This is Jiang Qingyan in real life.

Fang Yi imagined all the possibilities for them to be together, without exception, all of them were initiated by herself.

She did not expect that when this day really came, Jiang Qingyan would turn the tide of the battle with such a wanton gesture and such an arrogant attitude.

Jiang Qingyan even took a little pride in winning the first battle, and questioned her forcefully: "I am the first kiss, I am the first love, I am the first night - what about you?"

Her fingers tapped Fang Yi's lips.

Then she leaned into her ear: "Everyone says you are a thousand people beheaded? Is it true?"

That posture is pure and lustful.

Fang Yi swallowed, and she said, "Me too."

Jiang Qingyan was now happy, and the moon in the sky was not as bright as her eyes.

She seemed to be very happy, and now it was not a victory in the first battle, but a complete victory.Jiang Qingyan said proudly: "You are the one who pursued me, but it is the relationship I have confirmed. Do you understand? Young Master Fang."

All of Fang Yi's ingenuity came back.Fortunately, she thought, Jiang Qingyan was not ambitious.Otherwise, she was afraid that she would have been defeated and generalized.

Fang Yi held down Jiang Qingyan and reconfirmed in disbelief: "Are you ready?"

"You talk a lot of nonsense." Jiang Qingyan raised her face with difficulty, and she kissed Shangyang's lips, "Hurry up." Jiang Qingyan twisted a bit, struggling to suppress her vigorous emotions.

"I can... not go in." Fang Yi gave Jiang Qingyan the final choice with difficulty, "You know, having sex with the same sex also has other benefits, I can...not destroy..."

She chooses her words carefully.

As she said, same-sex marriage is an inferior marriage after all, and they are only 20 or [-] years old.If you want it now, you may not always want it later.

Many people have a strict distinction between love and marriage.

Fall in love with anyone;

When you get married, you must be in the same family, and you must be on the same page.

Fang Yi thought, she did it out of protection for her.

She can force herself to just rub, and she can also please her, just outside...

Jiang Qingyan seemed to have heard something unbelievable, she stared at Fang Yi: "What did you say?"

Fang Yi repeated it.I don't know why, the moonlit night is cold, but the sweat drips from her forehead, and she feels an unknown fire all over her body.

She thought, Jiang Qingyan, if you drag on, I will almost lose control of myself?

Jiang Qingyan looked at Fang Yi steadfastly, as if digesting what she had just said.She repeated: "What do you mean? Let's be friends with sex who don't destroy each other's bodies?" Her wording was extremely ugly.

Fang Yi wanted to refute.But it seems that it is not wrong?

Jiang Qingyan stretched out her hand, "Slap!" and slapped Fang Yi on the face.

"Fall in love and do it. Love, how can you love if you don't do it? Do it. If you don't love it? Fang Yi, I don't care about same-sex marriage anymore, and you still want me to be a widow?"

joke?Her body is fully prepared, but she wants to get cold feet again and again?Jiang Qingyan couldn't take it anymore.

If she does this again, she wants to fight back!

"As you wish." Fang Yi finally made up her mind, she tore off the camouflage of kindness.

She has never been a kind person.It's just that she kept telling herself to be patient, she couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, she encouraged herself to keep pretending, only kindness is the most touching.

But at this moment, patience is impotent.Indifference is a great disrespect to the other party.

It's past midnight.

The moon gradually descends from its highest point.

Now, nothing is a problem.No barriers, just two souls who are honest with each other.

Jiang Qingyan couldn't help curling up in pain.Dark red blood stains bloomed on the clean sheets.

Fang Yi lowered her head and kissed Jiang Qingyan's lips which were dodging because of the pain.

"You are mine," she said.

My prey, my people.