My name is Xie Xiaoling.
My mother said, rouge is a good thing. When you are unhappy, use your fingernails to pick a little bit of good rouge paste, spread it with water in the palm of your hand, then put this delicate red dot on your lips, spread it evenly on your cheeks, and your whole person will become energetic.
Two years ago, my mother took me out of the mountains for the first time to a strange border town. She worked as a nun at a brothel, Yishuiyuan, and I learned to sing and dance with her. Until a thunderstorm night half a month ago, she fell bloody and died beside my bed. Following her last words, I stepped onto the stage of Yi Shui Yuan and danced with hibiscus in a glass bowl.
A long time later, I would still dream about the people and things I met after that song and dance. The young wealthy businessman named Qin Xing gently waved his folding fan and sharply pointed out the strange fragrance of my body in front of everyone. He called my name frivolously. He flew across the lake like a big bird and followed me into the cold lake water under the hibiscus bushes. That always quiet young man with the wind, when I opened the door wearing a red robe, he was standing in the rain as heavy as lake water in the middle of the night, with a red lantern blown by the wind into the mud. And him, for me, what arrived before him was his cold and firm hand, what was more profound than him was the familiar breath on his body, what left after him was his "no".
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I am Qin Xing.
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My name is Xie Jingying.
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I am Xiaokui, I listened to them in my dream.
Conception:
Shengge