I couldn't think of anything to say to him. Mark picked me up and put me on the desk next to the phone. I held the phone in one hand and grabbed his shoulder in the other. His head was arched over my stomach, and his tongue licked my pussy through his underwear, making me itchy and weak. I tried to keep my voice natural and asked Tiantian how high the temperature was there, what kind of skirt the girl wore, and whether she had ever been to the coconut forest. No one had a bad idea about him. People looked as if nothing had happened, which did not mean that they had no bad intentions-to take good care of money and goods. Tiantian laughed and said that I was a worse skeptic than him. I didn't believe in anything, thought the worst of everything, and held a negative attitude towards life in my bones. Tiantian's words floated into my ears like feathers and melted. I heard nothing. His laughter made me feel that his ability to adapt to strange environments was better than I had imagined. His voice turned into the moonlight music under Beethoven's keys and stopped my inner disorder. I only felt a kind of happiness coming up from the soles of my feet. This kind of happiness was white. The purity of 100% of the mellow milk, said good night to me every day, on the phone he kissed me loudly a few times. I put the phone down, and Mark shot that thing up my dress, so white, so much like 100% milk. There is a saying, "Love always needs taboos." Taboos are like the best aphrodisiac in the world. When one day I recalled many things in the past at Tiantian's funeral, I remembered this telephone experience,industrial racking systems, as if with some symbolic meaning, as if it was not others in my body but Tiantian, who came to me through a telephone line of thousands of miles, and his whispers were in my ears. His breathing and laughter were in the most sensitive part of my mind. When I closed my eyes, I experienced for the first time the clear and eerie feeling of flesh that every day gave me, the light,industrial racking systems, rotten and hissing air flow, a psychic baptism that could not be told to ordinary people. I have always been interested in "psychic". I also experienced for the first time the strange synaesthesia of the union of mind and body, and I was determined to have faith in the religions of the world, but above all I was vaguely seized with the maddening idea that sooner or later I would have a child. In the misty darkness, the breeze held up the golden flowers, and a baby with wings suddenly flew up from the darkness, this man or that man, this time or that time. When Mark left, I found the leather bag on the floor, which he had been misreading as "foreskin" when he first came to China. I was tired, warehouse storage racks ,teardrop pallet racking, but I was still interested in looking through it. There were several visa, master cards, VIP cards of the Foursquare Club, and a family photo. I realized that he not only had a wife with good temperament and charming smile, but also had a family photo. And a son three or four years old, with curly blond hair and blue eyes, like him. I opened my eyes wide and shook my head. They all looked very happy, which made others jealous. I kissed Mark's handsome face. Then, without thinking, I took out a few pieces from the thick stack of RMB in my purse and put them into a book. Anyway, he wouldn't notice that he had lost a few pieces of money. He had been dealing with foreigners for a long time. You will know that most of the time they are as simple and lively as children. If they like it, they will tell you immediately if they are not interested. At the same time, they lack minds, unlike some Chinese men who are always careful. I later pondered the psychological state behind my thieving behavior. I think it may be out of jealousy of the happy atmosphere in the family photo. There is also a subtle punishment for my German lover. Let him lose some RMB in an unconscious state, and then yearn for me. I have no hope or responsibility for our relationship. Lust is lust. Only with money and betrayal can we attack the danger of changing from carnal desire to love at any time. I have always been afraid that I will be really infatuated with Mark, and I can no longer leave this hot, exciting and refreshing secret love. Half an hour later, Mark knocked on my door, panting. I handed him the St. Laurent wallet. He kissed me, stuffed it in his pocket, and then turned to run down the stairs with a smile. I saw him get back into the Buick from the balcony. The car quickly disappeared into the deserted street in the middle of the night. 15. Cold Christmas I'm not doing anything. I've been waiting for Edmundson's call. -Jean-Philippe Toussaint Wu Dawei sat on a leather swivel chair and kept blowing his nose. The evening paper said that a type A3 viral influenza had affected the city. Citizens should pay attention to hygiene to prevent diseases, ensure sleep and food nutrition, and air circulation. I opened the window and sat in the fresh air window, trying to make myself comfortable. I always dream that there is a pot of sunflowers in a room. The flowers wither, and then the seeds drift away and grow more sunflowers, which makes people afraid. There is also a cat. It wants to eat flowers. When it jumps up, it jumps out of the window and disappears. I stand outside the door of the room and witness all this. My heart beats faster. There is also a dream about a box. When I opened the box, there was a smaller box inside, and then there were smaller boxes, until finally the boxes disappeared. I had a book in my hand, which was very heavy. Then I wanted to send the book, but I forgot the address and who to send it to. Wu Dawei looked at me kindly. "You have always been afraid that your body will change and that your writing will be in trouble, such as pregnancy, the prospect of publishing a book, and the anxiety of self-expression. You are eager to get what you want,heavy duty rack manufacturers, but there is always something stuck with you. Do you understand what I mean?"? These things come from your own imaginary prison. 'The only real pleasure in the world is to escape from your own prison,' said Von Mas Merton. 'Tell me about your love life.' "It's not too bad, but it's not complete." "What are you worried about?" 。 kingmoreracking.com