Pepper duck intestines

THE BLUE-HANDED PRIVATE DISH -- DOES IT HAVE A CALL FOR LOVE AND LOVE THAT MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE AN ARROW; DOES IT HAVE SOME PEOPLE WHO MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'VE BEEN TRAVELING FOR A LONG TIME? THREE CARS, SIX PEOPLE, FAR FROM THE NOISY CITIES, AWAY FROM THE SECULAR TROUBLES, LET US HAVE A GOOD TIME TODAY. IT WAS GINNY'S IDEA THAT THIS MAN, THE GLAMOROUS MASTER HORSE, WAS ACTUALLY ONE OF OUR MOST TIRED, ETERNAL B, EVER VULNERABLE. NO MATTER HOW COMPETITIVE YOU ARE, NO MATTER HOW COMPETITIVE YOU ARE, NO MATTER HOW PROFESSIONAL YOU ARE, THE A SIDE ALWAYS HAS ONE REASON OR THE OTHER TO CUT YOU, TO OPPRESS YOU, TO DELAY YOU. WHETHER IT'S A FINE LANGUAGE OR A CLICHÉ, THERE'S ONLY ONE, LATER, LATER, LESS, LESS -- GIVE YOU MONEY, HUH. GINNY SEEMED VERY EXCITED, AND THE FRESH AIR IN THE SUBURBS ALLOWED HIM TO FORGET HIS CAREER FOR A WHILE AND TO GET THIS SHORT PLEASURE UNDER PRESSURE. FOR HIM, IT WAS MORE TEMPTING THAN MAKING A LOT OF MONEY. I LIKE TO LISTEN TO GINNY, WHO IS THE BEST OF ALL THINGS IN FRONT OF ME THAT CAN SPEAK THE MOST NOBLE WITH THE MOST VULGAR WORDS. LISTENS TO THE LITERATURE, SMILES ALL DAY, AND GINI, WHO'S FAT, TALKS ABOUT THE VULGAR WORDS THAT MAKE ME FEEL HAPPY ABOUT THE WELLS. I THINK GINNY LIKES TO TALK TO ME, BECAUSE HE'S A LITTLE BROTHER BEFORE ME, NO CITY, NO PROFIT, NO WORK, WHATEVER HE WANTS. IT'S VERY EASY FOR HIM. THE DESTINATION IS THE HOME OF OLD L., A QUIET LITTLE MOUNTAIN VILLAGE, INTERSTATE TRAFFIC, THE SMELL OF CHICKEN DOGS, WATCHING THE PUFFY SMOKE PAINT DUST IN THE LIGHT WIND, AND WATCHING THE TWIG-FACED OLD MAN LOOK ON HIS COUCH AND THINK ABOUT HIS AGE. OUTSIDE THE COURTYARD, OLD L'S FATHER WAVED HIS HAND AT HIS LONG-LOST SON, FILLED WITH DEEP WRINKLES OF HAPPINESS, AND LUNCH WAS ALREADY GLAMOROUS ON THE SQUEAKY OLD WOOD TABLE. FARMERS NEVER ESCAPE FROM THEIR OWN CHICKEN AND DUCK, GREEN RICE, HUH. A POT OF LUMINOUS MACKEREL SOUP, A TAIL OF RED WEED WITH OIL AND RED SAUCE, A BOWL OF OILY RED ROASTED MEAT, A BOWL OF TOMATOES WITH FRIED EGGS, TWO BOWLS OF FRAGRANCE RICE WINE, WHICH MAKE US THE URBAN POPULATION THAT EATS THE CULTURE. NATURALLY SCULPTING, JUST A LITTLE SALT, SO YOU CAN BAKE OUT THE SWEETNESS OF THAT STRAIGHT SOUL. IT'S PERFECT. A BIG BOWL OF WINE, A BIG PIECE OF MEAT, AND A NICE, OPEN BOWL. THE BLUE-BLOODED MOUTH, WHICH IS VERY HAPPY TODAY, IS ESTIMATED TO WEIGH ANOTHER TWO POUNDS. THE WINE IS THICK AND THE ENTRANCE IS SWEET, BUT IT'S STRONG, AND ALCOHOL-CONTROLLED EMOTIONS AND THOUGHTS ARE A WONDERFUL FEELING, AND ALL THE TROUBLES BECOME DULL IN THE FOG, SMALL, RIDICULOUS, AND THERE'S ONLY ONE SIMPLE JOY LEFT IN THE HEAVENS AND THE EARTH — DRINKING! HUH. THE THREE-HOUR DRINK HAS BROUGHT A LONG SLEEP, THE SUN HAS BEEN SLANTED, THE AFTER-EFFECTS OF THE SUNSET ARE REFLECTED IN THE POND, THE LIGHT OF THE SUN, LIKE A POOL OF MOVING GOLD, AND THE LEISURELY. AFTER DINNER, WE STARTED FIGHTING THE LANDOWNERS. THERE ARE TWO TYPES OF INCENTIVES FOR MEN TO ENJOY, ONE IS WINE, THE OTHER IS LOTTERY, AND IT MAY HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE WINNING CHARACTER OF MEN, HUH. TIME GOES BY SO FAST THAT IT'S 9:00. OLD L LOOKS AT THE WATCH: "KINI, YOUR WIFE SHOULD CALL. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE PHONE IN HALF AN HOUR. "CHE, YOU THINK YOU'RE HALF-ASS." GINNY SNORTS. "DING BELLS..." THAT'S GINNY'S PHONE. "HA-HA-HA..." LAUGHTER. GINNY'S AWKWARD SARCASM WITH A CELL PHONE: "IT'S NOT NECESSARILY MY WIFE, IT'S POSSIBLE TO BE A CLIENT, IT'S BEEN A RUSH CASE LATELY." WE'VE DONE THE SAME THING WITH YOU. "HEY, HONEY, WHAT'S UP?" YOU SHOULD GET SOME REST. DON'T WAIT. LOVE YOU, HONEY." GINNY'S SWEET FACE HUNG UP ON THE PHONE. "THE OLD WIFE, SHE'S SO BIG, SHE'S STILL SO FAT." OLD L MOVED ON WITH GINNY. "OLDER, SHE'S MY FIRST LOVE. HEY." "LET'S GO HOME. YOUR MOUTH SEEMS TO BE RUSHING, TOO, FOR THE SAKE OF THOSE WHO LOVE YOU. THE WALKERS WENT OFF, DROVE IN A CAR, RAN TOWARDS THE HOLD AND HAPPINESS... IN THIS WORLD, IT'S HAPPINESS TO BE HELD HOSTAGE. THERE ARE THOSE WHO SHOW THEIR SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS BY SAYING "FREEDOM." HOWEVER, BEHIND THE SPILLING, THERE ARE A FEW PIECES OF NOTHING AND DESOLATION, SUCH AS BLUE HEARTS. IT'S AN EXTREMELY BEAUTIFUL, DEEPLY ENTANGLED LOVE IN LIFE, EVERYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE. TO HOLD, TO JOIN HANDS, TO FOLLOW THE PATH OF LIFE TOGETHER, AND TO HANG, TO PUT YOU AT THE TOP OF YOUR HEART, AND TO PUT YOU ABOVE ALL OTHERS. IT'S HAPPINESS TO BE ATTACHED AND TO BE HELD HOSTAGE. TO HOLD EACH OTHER TOGETHER, BECAUSE THERE'S ONE PERSON IN THE WORLD WHO DESERVES YOUR ATTENTION. BEING HELD HOSTAGE BECAUSE THERE'S ANOTHER PERSON IN THE WORLD WHO'S BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU. IT IS SO DELICATE, JOYFUL TO BE LOVED BY OTHERS, JOYFUL TO GIVE TRUE LOVE, COMFORT AND SATISFACTION BETWEEN GIVING AND RECEIVING, THAT IT IS THE PUREST SPIRITUAL PLEASURE AND THE BEST LIGHT IN THE HUMAN HEART. THERE IS A SAYING IN THE BUDDHA'S HOUSE: THAT THERE IS NO TRACE OF IT, THAT THERE IS NO PLACE, THAT I THINK IS THE BEST WAY TO PAINT THIS INVISIBLE BUT TRUE LOVE. TRUE IS THE SEED OF THE BUD, AND TIME IS THE BREEDING BED. IT IS THE WARMTH OF A STRAIGHT SOUL, IT IS THE SWEETNESS, NO MOTIVE, NO PLAN, NO GAIN OR LOSS OF THE HEART, ONLY PURE AND PURE GIVING AND NO REWARD, ONLY TO PROJECT THE GOOD OF EACH OTHER IN THEIR SOULS, AND ONLY TO SPREAD EACH OTHER'S MARKS INTO THEIR LIVES. A WORD OF INTIMACY, AN UNCONSCIOUS MOVE, CAN SENSE EACH OTHER'S FEELINGS, AND CAN NEVER BE TOLD. IT'S AN INVISIBLE BEAUTY, BEAUTIFUL AND INTOXICATING. TO EACH OTHER, FROM TODAY TO TOMORROW, FOREVER; TO EACH OTHER, FROM THIS SEASON TO THE END OF THE NEXT SEASON. IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOU IN LIFE BECAUSE OF YOUR LOVE AND ATTACHMENT. BECAUSE OF YOU, THE FOREIGNER IS NO LONGER A STRANGER, LONELINESS IS NO LONGER LONELY, PAIN IS NO LONGER BITTER. IN THIS LIFE, LET'S WRITE THE NEXT BEAUTIFUL STORY AND SPREAD THE WARM AND SWEET ENTANGLEMENT OF OUR JOURNEY TOGETHER. IT'S A GOOD TIME TO WRITE。