"ah??"

Wang Zixu picked up the towel on the radiator nearby and covered An Younan's exposed shoulders and arms without any explanation. On the one hand, he avoided direct contact with her skin, and on the other hand, he blocked her hand from reaching out to lift the eye mask.

"Do you read poetry?"

"ah?"

"Poetry, wet clothes - poetry, do you like to read it?"

"ah??"

"I particularly like to read poetry, such as the poem of the Syrian poet Adonis - 'You may rise to chase the stars on your body in the sky. To chase my stars on the body of a woman, I will fall now, and the woman will

The form of the abyss came to me and reached my peak... 'Now, please relax your body and sink like the abyss, letting me sink in, so that you can get the best experience."

"Ah? Ah? Are you sure you are reading serious poetry??...Hmm!..."

An Younan's tone was urgent. Not to mention "sinking like an abyss", her whole body was tense and could be called a first-level combat readiness posture. Unfortunately, her arms were tied up with towels and she couldn't move. Then she felt a pair of strong hands pinch her.

The shoulder just touched the tendon, and there was a "buzz" sound from the neck up. I couldn't help but let out a soft hum, and my body softened.

The hand was slowly rubbing through the towel. The cotton fabric of the towel was prickly, itchy, and quite comfortable.

An Younan has never seen a male technician here, but after rubbing it, she began to doubt again. It couldn't really be a technician with job number 1008, right? That's too ridiculous. When did you agree to let men in?

Already?

"'I love, I live, I give orders to the stars, I wait and see, I let myself ascend to the throne and be the king of the wind.' Madam, you are not relaxed enough. You must be as happy as carving your name into the chest of the wind.

And gentleness, melt into the experience, do not get lost in the wasted time, solidify the moment, and use the best attitude to welcome the new life of every day."

An Younan couldn't help but ask: "Which poem are you reading? It sounds okay."

"Adonis, madam, Adonis. However, I didn't read all the poems just now. Some of them were my own reflections."

Wang Zixu changed his technique and increased his strength. An Younan couldn't help but make another sound.

"Your technique is so strange, it feels different from anything I've done before."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, it's okay. What did you do before? Why haven't I seen you?"

"I joined the company last month. I used to do massage-related work elsewhere."

"What job?"

"Knead the dough."

"ah?"

Wang Zixu continued to talk: "Kneading dough is very similar to massaging."

"Yes, really..." An Younan had the urge to lift the blindfold again. If her arm hadn't been numbed by the massage, she would have lifted it now.

"Have you ever eaten handmade noodles? Have you ever eaten machine-kneaded noodles?"

"Eat... passed."

"The taste of the two kinds of noodles is very different, right? The handmade noodles just taste better. The dough is actually magical, and they also long for the touch of warmth and the weight of the body."

"Well……"

"The same goes for massage," said Wang Zixu. "Massage actually means finding the right position and applying the weight of your body to another body. In this process, a kind of energy, a kind of life force energy, is transferred.

In the past, it was a very mysterious process."

"Ha..." An Younan has never thought of this statement. But she feels that this statement is a bit wrong.

An Younan said: "Actually, I have never had a male technician press it. You just shocked me."

"Excuse me."

"It's okay, I made a mistake," An Younan said, and couldn't help but added, "But you should tell me in advance next time, so as not to make it so embarrassing again."

"Okay. Can I ask my colleagues to serve you now?"

"Forget it, I've pressed it all," An Younan circled his fingers on his shoulders, "It just hurts a little when I rub it with a towel. Let's apply some essential oil."

Wang Zixu took two steps back and said, "Okay, please wait a moment. In fact, I am used to using my usual essential oil, but I couldn't find it just now."

While keeping moving, he silently took out the "Plan" from An Younan's bag, silently flipping through it, while continuing to chat with An Younan:

"Do you read philosophy? Hegel, Schopenhauer, Kant, etc."

"You're a dough kneader and you still read Hegel?" An Younan asked.

"I only read philosophy, physics, and mathematics because I have low academic qualifications, so I can only read philosophy." Wang Zixu's hand quickly flipped through the booklet, "We are always making choices. We choose 4K TVs, smart phones with integrated washing and drying.

Choose an electric coupe that can turn around on the spot, or a shaver that can rotate 360 ​​degrees.

“Choose an electric dental rinser, choose a DJI drone, choose an APP co-branded body fat scale, and choose sugar-free and low-calorie weight loss meals.

"Choose a room in a school district, choose a friend with a similar family background, choose the most cost-effective boutique travel route, choose a flight, choose a current savings package with the highest interest rate..."

Finally, Wang Zixu found the small name "Zuo Ziliang" signed with a water-based pen at the bottom of the "Plan".

He closed the Plan and put it back where it belonged.

"We think that choosing these means choosing life. But I have no money. I can't choose what kind of life I enjoy. I can only choose to read philosophy. The pain caused by philosophy is better than the torture caused by kneading and massaging.

To be more suitable for my life."

After saying that, he fiddled with the bottles on the dressing table: "No, my essential oil is not here, it is probably in the lobby. I have to go back and get it."

An Younan said: "Well, then you go. Go and come back quickly."

Her voice became extremely gentle.

Wang Zixu strode out of the door, with Sartre and the little prince following behind him. When he reached the door, he suddenly had an inspiration. He lifted the door handle and walked out easily. The cold air outside the door hit his face. He and he

Sartre and the little prince went out together and locked An Younan inside.

He walked away quickly, getting faster and faster, and finally started running. Not long after, he met Ning Chunyan.

When Ning Chunyan saw him, he walked over quickly and complained: "Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Go to the toilet." The prince said concisely and concisely, "Should we go?"

"It's time to go."

"Then let's go."

In the sightseeing elevator, Wang Zixu suddenly turned around and asked, "You said, their gathering of talented ladies is mainly about reading poetry?"

"Yes. This salon is actually a poetry club."

"It's good to read poetry, it's good to read poetry," Wang Zixu said with a serious expression, his back dripping with sweat, "Choose to read poetry is an excellent life."

"Ah? What on earth are you talking about?"

"What I want to say is that life is so wonderful," Wang Zixu said.
Chapter completed!