First love

Once upon a time, a man with a snake sat on a wooden box and drifted along the great river in search of the enemy who had killed his father.

He was drifting on the wide river. He ate the dry food he brought or begged on shore. He also planted a corn on the wooden box.

All the fishermen along the way took off their hats or waved to him. He had been to many branches of the river, learned many dialects, learned about love and temples and life and forgetting, but had never found the enemy who had killed his father.

The snake was brought back to life by the father. Father kept it in the bamboo forest on the right side of the farm. The snake grows bigger and bigger. It practiced penance day and night, ready to repay kindness one day. On the day my father was killed, the snake first emerged from the bamboo forest, spewing poisonous seeds, writhing in pain by the temple outside the village, and swimming several times around the square. At the time, people just thought it was very strange and that it was a big deal. Then came the bad news.

So he thought the snake was the only one still in contact with his dead father. So he put it in a wooden box and set out to find his father's killer.

While the son kept dreaming of his father's mangled face, the snake huddled at the bottom of the wooden box, twitching in pain because it had secretly fallen in love with another snake thousands of miles away. But the snake was not a real flesh snake, but a bamboo snake. This secret love made it constantly and feverishly pour life little by little into the lifeless snake through thoughts, longings, dreams, pains, and secret delights. Every night, when the moon hangs high in the south, the bamboo woven snake will be reiqi around, the head seems to have numerous rings and Mars flying. Its body was gradually fleshed out with flesh and spines. It slowly took shape.

At last, one morning, the snake came out of the playhouse and, while the master was asleep, spat a spark of poison and bit him in the stomach. In a few moments, the poison took hold and the owner died. The owner was the man the son was seeking to kill his father. When the snake in the wooden box breathed life and love into the woven snake, it infused it with the same deep hatred.

The snake in the wooden box left without telling him. At night he swam out of the box, through floods, swamps, horses, flowers, and sleepless nights, to meet the bamboo snake. And its owner continued to sit on the wooden box, looking for his father's killer.

Two snakes in love doomed him to a lifetime of wandering and searching on the river. A flame burned in his heart.

While laughing, they grabbed the leftover fruit shells and threw them at her. Little Cold bent down to hide and cursed, "You are trying to kill yourself!" They all giggled and filed downstairs, where a servant was waiting with the door open. In the guest room, because it was summer, the main colors were cool lemon yellow and pearl gray. There was not much mahogany Western-style furniture, but the walls were dotted with celebrity paintings. In the light, we can see Xiao Han's classmates clearly, wearing glasses with gold feet, a purple begonia face, lips dyed orange is a Nanyang miss Kwong Caizhu. A tall and white man, dressed in a cheongsam of cherry and red duck skin, was Duan Lingqing. The other three are three sisters, daughters of Minister Yu, Poland, Finland, Milan. Poland has a large face of dough. Zhu Kou Dai eyebrow, but are crowded together, cramped place is too cramped, empty place and space. Milan had the same features as their sister, but with a smaller face and plate, she was much prettier.