Chapter 1540 Happiness and Misfortune (14)
The desire that is within reach is full of scenery, temptation and risk. It depends on how you grasp it. It is often better to see the happiness of the present than the happiness of the future.
Happiness and misfortune are intertwined in the hearts of everyone who is worried about gains and losses, so it is said that an impulse should be kept in the heart. You can see other things vaguely, but you must see happiness clearly. It is very likely that it is the only time that it is hidden within your reach.
Mandy put her hands on both sides of Lin Nian's face, knelt with her knees against his waist, and sat on his lower abdomen. After that, there was no radical and further action.
The record player in the house was spinning, and the pointer slid gently on the ravine, convex, concave, and hit the music engraved in the groove, "it's Been A Long, Long Time", a classic work by the famous American female jazz pianist and composer Dale.
The bass in the song seems to be inadvertent, but in fact, every step is just right. The black and white keys are full of the casualness of jazz. It is this casualness that strings the notes together like pearls and becomes the soul of the music.
Mandy just looked at Lin Nian, her eyes were not burning, nor crazy, she just looked at Lin Nian quietly.
Lin Nian has heard that bears in the wild sometimes sit in one place for a long time, doing nothing, just staring at the sunset, lakes and mountains. He thought that Mandy was also the bear, and he was the sunset, lake and mountains in the eyes of the other party.
"Junior brother, have you heard that Plato wrote a very classic formula."
Mandy suddenly said.
"Plato insisted and believed that love = desire, desire = lack."
The sound of gears sliding was heard in the house, and then the flint burst into sparks, and a cluster of flames illuminated the insignificant space between Lin Nian and Mandy. Then the sweet smell of tobacco full of carbon monoxide, which seemed to be neither mixed nor roasted, extinguished the flame of the silver lighter and fell on Lin Nian's face, forcing him to open his eyes and see the woman holding a cigarette and looking down at him through the smoke with a smile.
A few strands of golden hair hung on both sides like curtains, covering the two pairs of eyes looking at each other. The woman's white collarbone was shadowed by fog, so deep that it could be a bowl of fine wine. Her lips and teeth were sticking to the cigarette and taking small sips of nicotine, as if she was calming the burning desire, or paralyzing the fear of committing a felony.
Lin Nian looked at the woman's eyes through the drifting smoke. Her eyes were like the sea, and there was something shining in her swaying pupils, flashing and flashing, so rhythmically, using the light of the scented candle to send some kind of love signal.
For the first time, he was so willing to let Mandy talk to him more, talk about Plato, and talk about the essence of love.
He was willing to listen, so Mandy was naturally willing to talk.
Her right elbow leaned down on Lin Nian's face, her palm supported the back of her head, and she looked up slightly at the two overlapping shadows on the ceiling. Her left hand gently held a cigarette between her fingers and rested it on the chest of the person next to her. The distance between her eyes and her breath was closer again.
"If love is desire, and desire is lack, does that mean that we only love what we desire and lack, and only love and desire what we never have."
"Listen."
Mandy raised her left hand to her lips and took a puff of cigarette, blowing the smoke to the ceiling, watching them deform and dissipate in the candlelight, "Junior brother, we are both people who are pursuing happiness, do you agree with this? Even if we are pursuing different things, we are all people walking on the same road."
Lin Nian slightly opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful profile of the girl beside him, which was a little blurred in the smoke.
"If you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent." Mandy pressed Lin Nian's chest lightly with her fingers, "But then the question that arises comes, what is happiness? What does happiness taste like?"
Lin Nian can't answer this question, because everyone's answer may be different.
"Many people may give different answers. Some want the amount of money in the bank, and some want power in the political system, but these answers all have one thing in common, that is, happiness is when we have what we desire."
Mandy said thoughtfully, "But I don't think so. I think that happiness is indeed having what we desire, but not getting everything. What can we be happy about if we get everything? Happiness is just having part of, or most of, the desire."
"But desires can't be satisfied, right?" Mandy took a puff of cigarette and looked at Lin Nian, "Once desires are satisfied, there is no lack, no lack, and no desire. After all, desire = lack. I only desire what I don't have. By definition, I have never had what I desire, so I have never been happy."
Lin Nian felt that this island vacation was really strange. He had somehow played himself out and fell into the hands of a little crazy woman. He was forced to lie in the room listening to an old jazz song and listening to this half-naked woman who was so beautiful that it made people bleed from the nose and seductive that made all men crazy, talking about Plato and philosophy.
When a man goes to bed, lights a cigarette and talks about philosophy with you, it is not because he really has poetry and distant places in his heart, but most likely because the drug has not taken effect.
But when a woman does this to you, it is worth pondering.
But in any case, Mandy's sudden madness is a good thing. If she talks about philosophy for a while longer, the stick of reality will soon fall on her head.
"So what should I do?" Mandy looked into Lin Nian's eyes and said slowly, "Should I fish everything out, or should I do it sustainably, piece by piece, tear off the pieces from my desires to satisfy myself?"
Lin Nian really heard the confusion in her voice. She seemed to be waiting for him to answer questions. He opened his mouth slightly and found that he could actually make some sounds. His awareness and control seemed to be moving from the brain to the whole body. Here and there, he forced his voice from deep in his throat to say:
"stop."
The words were concise and concise, but Mandy didn't give him a chance. She brought her left hand to her lips and took a puff of the cigarette. She bit his lip and gave him a puff of cigarette and sex. What she caught was the word the other person was about to spit out, her tongue on her teeth. The gap between them lingered for a moment, and he cunningly pried open his teeth to wrap around the tongue until the other party bit it down with all his strength, drawing out a smear of body fluids.
She raised her head, wiped the sweet saliva from the corner of her mouth, raised her chest slightly, and couldn't help but laugh happily from her long neck, which made her laugh.
"You really bite me." Mandy lowered her head and slightly stuck out her tongue, looking at the thin slit on the tip of her red tongue, with light red blood flowing out of it.
There was a little blood on Lin Nian's lips, which belonged to Mandy. He looked at the woman indifferently and expressed his unwillingness with his actions.
Of course Mandy knew that he didn't want to. Some people say that sex is not important in love. Only when their souls get along with each other can they stay together for a long time.
This is undoubtedly a declaration of loyalty.
But is this true?
Mandy felt that all love can be noble, but it is all based on physical sex and desire, which is the basis for attracting two young people, two men and women, two strong and coquettish bodies to be close. If the bodies have not yet merged, So what does it mean to talk about the soul? If you want to enter a woman's life, you must first enter her body. This sentence is not the garbage vent of a pornographic person, but a wise saying that has been proven by a large number of practices.
She was not surprised that Lin Nian would reject her. Physical love does not require respect. Love is a kind of double egoism.
The biggest difference between her and Su Xiaoqiang is that Su Xiaoqiang often takes Lin Nian's thoughts into consideration. Whether it is love or physical pleasure, she will take the initiative to cater to Lin Nian and carry out those addictions in Lin Nian's favorite way. of joy. She was swayed by Lin Nian. She was attached to Lin Nian's personality charm and physical attraction, and obtained her desires by catering to and satisfying the desires of the sect master.
But this woman Mandy Gonzalez is different. Even on the surface, she has always catered to Lin Nian, and any actions are centered around Lin Nian, but the deeper core is exposed. A truth will appear - she catered to Lin Nian in order to make Lin Nian compromise her own desires.
All her actions were to gain Lin Nian's approval, to better obtain her desires from him, to do whatever she wanted, and to get everything she expected.
Lin Nian actually felt this in his heart, but he had never faced it seriously. Someone had reminded him that Mandy Gonzalez, a woman, would betray him one day. It's just that he never thought that he would betray in this way, a cunning betrayal.
Of course Lin Nian is unwilling to cheat. His moral standards do not allow him to do such a thing.
But Mandy has no moral standards, so this is not cheating. In the words of this woman:
Handsome guy, don't be burdened, this is just a one-sided rape of you.
Don't ask her to think about how she will be punished after all this is over.
She was Mandy Gonzalez, and she never did anything she wasn't sure about, even if it was rape.
"You will thank me for messing around later." Mandy said something intriguing, and gently pressed her lips on Lin Nian's forehead with her bloody lips, "But now, after suffering for so long, I can still Can’t you let me enjoy it?”
She bent her fingers slightly, broke the unfinished cigarette, threw it away neatly with a snap of her fingers, further hugged Lin Nian's waist, pulled him up from the bed with a little force, pushed him to the wall at the head of the bed and used her knees. First, she spread his legs, pressed her right forearm across his collarbone, and roughly pressed him against the wall for a kiss.
She sucked him like a leech, sucking his aorta. If she were burned with salt, she would crawl into the blood vessels in fear, melt herself in the torrent of love, reach the heart, and touch the ventricles. The tube penetrated, dug into the deepest part, and built a secret room of passion that was unique to her.
Lin Nian did not close his eyes, but quietly looked at this slightly crazy woman. Her life was like a ball of desire. If the desire could not be burned to satisfaction, she would fall into pain. She has been swinging like a pendulum between pain and satisfaction for a long time. It is difficult to guess whether she is really crazy or whether she is using the excuse of madness or an extraordinary prank to fall into the addiction of satisfaction again. Poison.
She further straddled her legs and knelt, and held his back with her left hand, pushing his chest up and closer to her body, squeezing out the turbid air. The skin tone illuminated by dim scented candles is so dark, with a kind of lazy warmth of sleepiness between morning and dusk, a color like gold, and a novelty that I have never known.
She loved this feeling, immersed in this terrible love.
ps: consider the words