Hometown

Author: Gongzhen / Country:
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Publish Date: 2006-06-15
Features: Whether it was God, Nuwa, or the poor Prometheus who created humans, they endowed them with the ability to reproduce. But ironically, did the creator ever think that one day humans would not only use this ability for procreation but also for pleasure and evil. Humans are becoming increasingly out of control when it comes to sex, and saying "alcohol leads to lust" is merely a hypocritical and shameless excuse. Sang Xian and the woman lie on the bed, their naked bodies stretched out, like two fish skins hung on the roof. This was a successful sexual act, as both of them obtained what they wanted at the same time. It is said that this is a prominent feature of non-love sex. Actually, why must love and sex be linked? Is it that love can only be expressed through sexual intercourse to prove its depth?—Let this self-deceptive fallacy go to hell! The room is filled with the scent of sexual intercourse, clothes and shoes scattered around like corpses in the wilderness. Sang Xian's hair looks like a nest of chickens. The woman's hair color appears unnatural, caused by a cheap hair dye, dull and like a tangled bundle of dark hemp rope, tightly interwoven. Sang Xian lies on his thin, elongated body, his limbs spread out carelessly, smoking a cigarette while reminiscing about the scene just moments ago, his thoughts mixed with other things. He tries to recall the moments with his wife, but only a vague sense remains. He feels confused and thus, his mind completely abandons other thoughts, searching for a reason. He finally realizes that his wife has not had sexual relations with him for more than half a year since she became pregnant with her second child. A faint smirk plays on Sang Xian's lips at his earlier confusion. He extinguishes the cigarette butt in the ashtray in front of the bed, whistles happily, and then gets up to dress. Sang Xian is happy after satisfying his sexual desire, very happy. Yes, he indeed should be happy. When his wife is struggling in pain on the narrow delivery bed for their unborn child, he lives happily unaware of what he will do next—even if he knows what he will do? Apart from smoking in the delivery room to pass the time, nothing else will excite him and bring him joy. The child is merely an appendage in his life; he is merely following the natural laws of marriage in life. This is a natural law, as natural as birth, old age, sickness, and death, natural to the point of becoming a instinct.—Is it really so? P3-P4