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He's like a dog, always wanting to follow me around, so annoying. "Biyue, I miss you so much." He can say these words without changing his expression or heartbeat all day long, even though he's always by my side. I'm really fed up with it. "You can't set rules for me. I love you, I promise you, okay? Biyue, can you love me a little more..." Drunk, he leans towards me with a red face. I don't want to touch his hateful body, so I can only hold his face, like a woman's, like a flower, and pretend to be a good dog that loves its owner.
It's too boring, to the point that I'm happy to play along with him. I want to go out, and he lets me. I don't want him to follow me, so he tugs at my sleeve, hoping I'll change my mind, or else I can only wait at home. He's hoping for a returning bird, but I'm a wild horse on the Ansai grassland, unable to be restrained.
I dressed up as a man, just like before I got married. I was carefree in the Liqing Building, drinking one cup after another as if I couldn't be happier. "In the prime of life, one should enjoy it to the fullest, and not let the golden goblet be empty under the Yue'er!" I laughed heartily, without tears, only open indulgence in eating and drinking. I watched the people on stage change colors, it was amusing. I insisted on snatching a pair to give to Li Lang. I didn't have money, but the people with me all had money. I was so focused on snatching that I accidentally bumped into the arms of a beautiful woman.
This woman was extremely beautiful, with curved eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes with a hint of color, and lips like cherry blossoms with a powdered face, stunning in appearance. This turned out to be the nobleman Zhen Jia whom I had been looking for but couldn't find every time I came back. "Is it Mr. Zhen?" Alright, he recognized me. I was even happier. At that moment, I didn't remember anything about changing colors or Li Lang, I just wanted to snatch the beautiful woman back.
Something happened, it has nothing to do with me. "Exactly, my The beauty, let's go back to the mansion today!" eagerly grabbing his waist, I disregarded everything and pushed him into the sedan, riding my horse to the mansion. The next day, the whole city was in turmoil. It was said that I and a man who called himself the "First Madman" had a big fight. The man's only achievement was leaving lipstick marks on the faces of the girls, making them twist their waists and laugh wildly. As for me, I just took advantage of others, forcibly took the lead, and made a fool of myself by acting as a sedan chair carrier back to the mansion.
Li Lang Of course, he wasn't angry. He was just worried about quickly finding a way to settle all the things I had brought back. After all, he was also brought back by me, and at that time, I thought he was a loyal dog. He only cared about whether I was happy or not when I went out, and if there was anything I wanted, it was nothing more than that. He loved me, at least that's how he felt.
Since I met Zhen Jia, I have relied on him to sing small tunes for me every day on the small boat in Yingri Lake, and I have leisurely passed the time with the spring, Yue'er, and autumn breeze. Even the snacks in my mouth have to be the delicate dishes made by Zhen Jia, such as a kind of Yue'er cake made with over twenty ingredients mixed with egg yolk filling, called "Peach Yue'er." The crust is crispy and soft, and the inside has a long-lasting taste, becoming my favorite pastime. I have neglected Li Lang for how long, I don't even know. How did someone like this enter my world? I can't remember at all.
Only the Yunlin Goose cooked in Fuzhen wine is satisfying and leaves a lingering fragrance in the mouth, which reminds me—oh, there is also a master who came from Ansai. When I got tired of Peach Yue'er, I went to find him, to find my dog. At that time, he was thinking of coming to see me, but he didn't dare to come and find me, fearing that he would annoy me, afraid that he would bother me.
" Biyue, do you... do you love me?" He held me and cried. After not seeing anyone for a couple of months, there was my portrait on the desk again, various images of me and Zhen Jia enjoying ourselves. I was smiling brightly in the painting, and he was crying so touchingly in front of it.
Ah, dogs need to be trained.
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