The demon is my wife picked on the way.
The day I was on my way home, she was definitely following me. I go, she goes, I stop, she stops too. He was thin and wrapped in black. Although there was dust on his face, it was faintly visible that the eyes were black and white, very clear, and looked at me flickering, but just didn’t speak.
I suspected that I was begging. I turned over the money bag and saw that she was a woman. She was ruthless and gave Zhang Shiyuan to her. She shook her head and refused to accept it, and then she gave it back, but it seemed like I was robbing her of something, and she looked innocent. I was more suspicious, and threatened her not to follow me anymore, but the tears of her who had caused her to come down. This fall touched the softest corner of my heart. I originally swore that this territory could not be violated by anyone, and was only left to my future wife. But the tears were like magic, which made me trance.
The ghost messenger took her home and became my wife. Her surname is Yao, and I made fun of her calling her a demon. Since then, she has not changed it, but instead has become her name. She was happy that I called her that.
I go to work every day and she waits for me at home. I can imagine her lazy and delicate look with my eyes closed. When I was off work, she jumped up from the sofa and threw me in my arms, holding my kiss without a head, and said quickly in my mouth what sounded like Sanskrit intimacy. Every time at this time, I feel that the whole body is full of astringent fragrance, like an old wine, and like the thick grass that has been growing in the deep valley for thousands of years.
The little demon likes to read books and usually doesn’t get tired of seeing late at night. Everytime I was sleeping soundly, she shook me vigorously and kept waking me up, telling me that she would not read anymore and she was going to sleep. I couldn’t help crying and telling her almost a hundred times. She didn’t need to wake me up, she just went to sleep. Every time she wrote down so seriously, the next night, I was still woken by her from her sleep. Seeing my half annoyed expression, she was ignorant.
When she was in a good mood at night, she told me the weird stories she had watched. Many of them said that she had heard it when she was a child. She thought she was a banshee, or a tree spirit. Whenever she said this, her nails pinched my arm and her eyes shone brightly. After I heard it, I just smiled warmly when she was an innocent child.
Since I married the demon, all the people saw me and said I was radiant. One day, my colleague invited a guest at home and met the little demon. They all praised me. Not only the appearance was beautiful and pleasant, but also the beautiful and fragrant dishes on the table, so that this person did not want to return. But only Tang, when I went to work the next day, quietly pulled me to the side and said: Your wife is good, but yesterday, I always felt that the table full of food seemed to have the same faint smell of the same herb , Wouldn’t it be your little devil who wanted to harm you? After listening to this, I laughed at him absurdly. The word “acid” is probably just such a wording.