Chapter 42: Vinegar Nature Goes Wild
The magpie flew back to the villa in the suburbs, which was covered with green ivy, and first lurked in the dense white birch forest next to the villa.
At this time, a crescent moon hangs in the night sky, casting a faint glow over the vast land of Shanxi Province. The white birch forest where Huo Lian is hiding appears patchy and fragmented under the moonlight.
At a glance, the Russian-style villa under the night sky lay like a polar bear, with the green tiles on the roof swaying in the wind, making the entire building look particularly gloomy and terrifying.
The vermilion gate was still guarded by a sentinel as before, looking like a wooden stake from afar, motionless.
Unlike before, tonight there were over 10 security guards patrolling around the villa in circles, as if performing a ritual for the dead. The atmosphere was tense, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The crow could see that this was a deployment made specifically for this action. But such a defense was simply nominal for him. He had originally wanted to enter directly from the front door, but he wanted to create an atmosphere of hostility. Therefore, he carefully observed the patrol rules of the security guards, and when they appeared to be empty, he flew out of the birch forest like an arrow, rushed to the villa like a dog, climbed up to the second floor like a monkey, opened the window like a thief, and rushed straight to the room where Fenghuang lived in his memory.
The room was indeed lit up, and the pink light was alluring. Huo Luan could totally imagine that in this lighting, a woman dressed in thin clothes, half-reclining and half-supporting herself, would be very enticing. However, since he was on official business now, there wasn't such a romantic atmosphere.
The fire crow stepped lightly to the door, knocked gently on it, and called out softly "Phoenix", but there was no response. He pressed his head against the door frame, nor did he hear that enchanting coquettish voice. From this, he thought of the balcony.
The villa's balcony is very large, like the deck of a cruise ship, and is an ideal place for leisure. The spacious balcony is filled with flowers and grasses, as well as various potted landscapes, a fake mountain and a grape arbor. In the center is a cherry blossom tree that Huo Yuhao and Feng Xiu Tian planted together. If nothing unexpected happens, this tree should thrive.
The two of them spent their days together, often leaning against each other on the balcony, gazing up at the sky, staring at the constantly moving moon and twinkling stars, thinking about their distant hometown, and feeling anxious and melancholic.
Hei Ya was just about to go to the balcony when the door creaked open, and before he could react, he was already being hugged, a woman's fragrance suddenly filling his heart and lungs.
With the phoenix and fire crow, they entered this familiar room. At a glance, the entire layout had not changed, only that pillow with their own faint scent of sweat had been put away.
Through the transparent curtains, the bed is clean and tidy, with the cherry blossom quilt representing hometown stacked neatly like tofu blocks. This shows that the owner of the bed is still a woman who has not given up on a good life, and also has a simple and practical characteristic.
In the past, they would take out high-footed crystal glasses from the corner cabinet, pour half a cup of red wine, and then gently tap each other, sit on two sofas separated by only one table, slowly savoring, hoarsely singing their own homesickness folk songs. When the wine was finished, it was time to prepare for bed.
Every time before, their preparations were thorough. Of course, taking a bath was a must, and after washing up, the two of them dressed up neatly and then started drinking and singing.
Huojia thought the most tempting thing about Fenghuang was the soft moans she made while taking a bath, so much so that he couldn't control himself and burst in. From then on, the bathroom had a story to tell, and the thrill of doing something forbidden left him with an unforgettable memory.
Lovers' secret meetings were originally nerve-wracking, but they were extremely exceptional. When they first started their affair, Huo Luan even climbed over the wall and jumped through the window, and that time when Magistrate Ma caught them red-handed, they somehow managed to get away scot-free.
"It's all right, it's all right. If the Japanese paddy is cultivated by the Japanese, maybe there will be a good harvest." The mustachioed police chief said something in their local dialect that none of them could understand and left, also expressing his incomprehension, and for a long time did not appear at the villa again.
From then on, Huo Ya didn't need to sneak around anymore. He could enter directly through the main gate, and the security guard standing at attention would even give him a stiff military salute.
Every night in the villa, there are embarrassing and heart-wrenching "ahs" shouting. Especially that Japanese folk song that the security guard can't understand, occasionally coming from the second floor, like cherry blossom petals drifting down with the wind, mournful and miserable.
In the past, after getting into bed, the two would first caress each other, then kiss passionately. When both were exhausted, they would finally engage in battle. After finishing, the two would start caressing and kissing again, waiting for him to recover before starting all over again with renewed passion.
However, tonight's job is different from the past. Perhaps many pairs of eyes are staring at them, and those dark gun muzzles have already moved towards them. If they don't hurry up and "get on horseback", perhaps the "horses" have just been arranged, and the cannons haven't even been set up yet, they'll have to pack up and leave. Therefore, neither of the two dared to make careful arrangements, and they hastily prepared for battle.
The Huo Ya seemed a bit more impatient than the Feng Huang, whose clothes unfolded like a flower bud slowly blooming, revealing its enticing stamens only after it had fully opened. His clothes were almost instinctively thrown to the ground, and the scattered garments caught the Feng Huang's eye unintentionally.
"What's that?" Phoenix was startled and pushed away the man who was about to press down on her.
"What?" Huo Ya's gaze reflexively shifted to the door, which was tightly closed, and nothing out of the ordinary was found.
"You're quite good at pretending." Fenghuang's radiant body stood up straight, pointing at the clothes on the ground.
"What am I supposed to be wearing?" Huo Ya had no idea what Feng Huang was talking about and opened his mouth to defend himself.
The phoenix got out of bed, bent down to pick up the pants on the ground and handed them over to Huo Que. The two stared at each other without saying a word.
"Underpants. You're so interested in a pair of underpants?" Huo Ya couldn't help but burst out laughing, getting off the bed to coax Feng Huang.
With a "pop" sound, the phoenix turned off the pink light and switched to another light, letting the fire crow see its own underwear again.
"Pink triangular underpants?" Huā yā was baffled, wondering what was wrong with her. What's the point of holding up one's own underwear to show?
"Where did this thing come from?" Fenghuang said angrily, her voice trembling.
"Where did it come from?" Huā yǐng was stunned and said in a bad tone: "Isn't this a woman's thing? You ask me, who am I supposed to ask?"
The phoenix suddenly became furious and threw the pink triangular underpants in her hand towards Huo Luan, which happened to cover Huo Luan's face.
The fire crow hastily dodged the flying clothes and racked its brains, wondering how the phoenix had suddenly become such a person.
The phoenix has sobbed, and the large pomelo on its body keeps swaying back and forth. It looks very pitiful.
He finally took a closer look at the pink triangular underpants that had fallen onto the bed and suddenly understood, he couldn't help but laugh and cry.
