The Rustle of the Cucumber Patch
by Zhu Rui
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The sheep lazily walked onto the hot spring path and stopped. The sun had already set, but Deyang still felt the woman's long black and thick hair reflected in the sunlight. She had slender legs and a slender waist, standing in front of the hot spring guest house with her back to the sheep. She never looked back, as if she was talking to someone inside. The sheep got impatient and took another step towards a hut surrounded by mountains and rivers. This is the home of nun Renjeram. The master had been away for more than ten days, and the house was deserted. Deyang felt the pottery cup and felt it was completely cold. After dinner, Deyang came to the hot spring guest house and met the waiter. Deyang said, it's too cold at home, can you make me some cow dung fire? The waiter couldn't understand the Lhasa language and stared blankly. Later, he raised his hand and Ladeyan entered.
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