meaning of aurora

Chapter 150 Three Inch Golden Lotus
"Mr. Nie still has such a habit!" Meng Xinzhi felt a little unbelievable.

"Which man doesn't have a foot fetish?" Nie Guangyi responded a little evasively, "If a man doesn't have a foot fetish, how can there be a three-inch golden lotus?"

"Mr. Nie thinks the three-inch golden lotus is beautiful?" Meng Xinzhi became more and more surprised.

No matter how disrespectful women are, there should be a limit.

In ancient times, one meter was three feet, and one foot was ten inches.

Converted from three inches to modern times, it is almost ten centimeters.

How could the feet of a normal adult be only ten centimeters.

Three-inch golden lotus, four-inch silver lotus, and iron lotus that is larger than four inches.

According to such an algorithm, the feet of contemporary adult women are all low-end iron lotus.

Due to ancient men's obsession with small feet, women either voluntarily or were forced to start binding their feet.

Binding feet is the destruction of women's bodies in the old society, and it needs to be broken and rotten to complete.

Avoiding the little girl's big toe, he snapped off the remaining four toes desperately towards the sole of the foot.

Amidst the little girl's heart-piercing screams, the man who bound the feet showed a fierce look, and directly broke the bones of the toes.

The fracture was just the beginning. After the fracture, the girl was forced to walk non-stop every day.

Only in this way can the recovery of the bones be avoided, the bones and flesh of the feet will be completely broken, and then entangled into an "ideal" shape.

This footbinding process is repeated every night.

It's scary just listening to it.

The foot binding of women in ancient my country, like the girdle that was once popular in Europe, is a kind of destruction to the female body.

Compared with girdle, foot binding is a more severe form of torture.

The abnormal aesthetics like the three-inch golden lotus may be explained in the long river of history.

Putting it in contemporary society is a blasphemy against women.

Nie Guangyi did not give a clear response, but only said ambiguously: "Many people think that the three-inch golden lotus is beautiful."

"I beg to differ."

"The girl seems to be targeting me a bit."

"No, I'm just targeting the foot binding itself."

"I just said that many people think it is beautiful, and I didn't say that I think it is beautiful. I think nature is beautiful. Under the premise of nature, I like smaller feet. It is best not to do nail art. If I do, it is also Crystal or monochrome and simple, if the toenails are as complicated as the fingernails, they will lose their natural beauty.”

Meng Xin sighed, [As expected of sisters, even the manicures are studied so meticulously. 】

Nie Guangyi further expressed his true thoughts in the sigh of Meng Xinzhi: "Under the premise of natural beauty, I like smaller feet, size 34, size 35, and no more than size 36."

Seeing that Mengxin didn't respond, Nie Guangyi started an interactive question: "Is this considered deformed or abnormal?"

"Such preferences must be Mr. Nie's freedom. Everyone has the freedom to choose radishes or vegetables."

"Huan Fei Yan Thin, this idiom comes from Dongpo Layman's "Old Sun Shen Begging for Mo Miaoting Poems." Nie Guangyi's emphasis is a bit strange.

Under Meng Xin's puzzled gaze, Nie Guangyi continued: "When it comes to Layman Dongpo, I have to say that he is the originator of foot fetishism and the promotion ambassador of the three-inch golden lotus. I don't know the girl's impression of Layman Dongpo Geometry? Do you think that Su Dongpo, who is obsessed with footbinding, does not respect women?"

"Layman Dongpo likes girls with bound feet?" Meng Xinzhi couldn't help being surprised.

She seriously recalled her dream, but she just couldn't remember whether Runzhi's sister had her feet bound.

Meng Xinzhi has always felt that Su Dongpo is a defender of women's rights, and that all women in Su Dongpo have names and surnames. This alone is enough to make men of the same generation far behind.

Nie Guangyi suddenly said that Su Shi was the ambassador for the promotion of the bad habit of binding feet, which made Meng Xinzhi very unacceptable.

"It seems that the girl has never read Su Dongpo's "Bodhisattva Man."

"I've read it before. "Bodhisattva Barbarian Huiwen Xia Boudoir Resentment", [The wind in the willow courtyard makes people sleep in the daytime, and the people who sleep in the daytime are calm in the garden with the willows;

Hand red ice bowl of lotus root, lotus root bowl of ice red hands; 】Where is it said that feet are bound? "

Nie Guangyi shook his head: "Not this one."

Meng Xinzhi thought for a while: ""Bodhisattva Man · Qixi Festival", [The wind returns to the fairy and drives the cloud to open the fan. The moon falls into the star river and turns; the dream on the pillow is frightening, the eaves are sparse and the rain is zero. Although the reunion is careless, it will be difficult for a long time Old; never envious of the world, the world seems like years.]”

Nie Guangyi still shook his head: "It's not this one either."

Meng Xin Zhi surrendered: "I only know these two songs."

Because of the management of Runzhi's sister, there are too many poems handed down by Su Dongpo.

Meng Xinzhi studied it carefully, and Su Dongpo wrote it to Wang Fu, Wang Runzhi and Wang Chaoyun.

There are indeed gaps in knowledge.

"Dongpo Layman also has a song "Bodhisattva: Damp Clouds Don't Move the Stream and Bridges Are Cold", [Damp clouds don't move and the streams and bridges are cold, and the tender cold just penetrates the shadow of the east wind; the sound of water under the bridge is long, and a branch is as fragrant as the moon. People feel pity for flowers. Old, flowers should be thinner than people; don't rely on small railings, flowers are cold in the middle of the night.]”

Meng Xinzhi listened carefully before asking: "This is not talking about foot binding, is it?"

"Yes, so we have to say that Layman Dongpo still owns the song "Bodhisattva Man·Zongzu"."

Dream Heart's knowledge blind spot +1.

Nie Guangyi solemnly began to read "Song of the Foot": "[Tu Xiang Mo Xilian stepped forward, long-sorrowed socks lingering away; only to see the dance return to the wind, and there is nowhere to go. Stealing the palace is stable, and standing both fall Difficult to say delicately, you have to look at it from the palm of your hand.]”

"Isn't this writing too bold?" Meng Xinzhi commented, "It doesn't feel like it was from that era."

Nie Guangyi agreed: "It is indeed a colorful word."

The topic has inexplicably progressed to a colorful stage, which is a bit embarrassing.

Meng Xinzhi was a little better, she still thought that Nie Guangyi was a sister.

Nie Guangyi unnaturally began to make amends: "However, at that time, it was not actually called the Three-inch Golden Lotus, it was called "Get on the Horse", but the feet were tied straight, and it was not as deformed and tragic as the Three-inch Golden Lotus. Song History "Five Elements" There is a record about "Get on the Horse" in "Records" - "In the Lizong Dynasty, the palace people bound their feet and slender straight, and they were called "Get on the Horse"."

"That's right." Meng Xinzhi is really not like a foot fetishist, he has a specialization in art, and continues to ask questions in his blind spot: "Both Wing Foot and Five Elements do not explicitly mention foot binding. [Get on the Horse] and Binding feet are two completely different concepts, right?"

"That's right, the first time that foot binding was recorded in writing was Zhang Bangji's "Mozhuang Manlu" at the turn of the Song Dynasty. Since,...wrapping silk around the feet, making the slender bend up to form a crescent moon, the plain stockings dance in the clouds, whirling around like clouds.]”

"It's a bad habit that only started at the turn of the Song Dynasty."

"Yes, "Mozhuang Manlu" was written in 1148, that is, the 18th year of Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty. If the great writer Su Shi hadn't contributed to the flames and blatantly fetishized feet, later generations might not have three-inch golden lotuses with increasingly deformed aesthetics."

"Mr. Nie knows a lot."

"Everyone should study their hobbies, just like girls should study library science, right?"

It's obviously a fallacy, but it's taken for granted by Nie Guangyi.

Meng Xinzhi does not think there is any comparison between library science and foot fetishism.

For a while, no suitable arguments could be found to refute.

Meng Xinzhi couldn't help smiling: "Mr. Nie is quite good at studying."

"That must be." Nie Guangyi was intoxicated by Meng Xinzhi's smile, and once drunk, he began to tell the truth: "I don't know what size the girl's feet are?"

"Ah?" Meng Xinzhi thought she had heard wrong.

Realizing that he was careless and telling the truth, Nie Guangyi had no choice but to forcefully explain: "For a person like me who loves to study, when he meets a girl with such good looks, he must ask what size shoes he wears. To verify whether there is any factual basis for the personal preference that the feet of the object of admiration are only a size 36."

Ever since he recognized his own heart, Nie Guangyi began to sneak in private goods in various ways.

"Mr. Nie..." Meng Xin hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter? Miss Meng." Nie Guangyi responded very graciously.

"Considering Mr. Nie's orientation, an adult man of size 36 still needs to have his feet bound since he was a child. I am against women's foot binding, and of course I can't agree with men's foot binding. Whether it's men's rights or women's rights, it's important. The same must be maintained. Cherish life and put an end to torture."

Nie Guangyi regretted that he hadn't denied it more thoroughly at first.

Now that you have already regretted it, you might as well admit it more thoroughly.

It is impossible to have the benefits of both sides.

"Considering my orientation, the girl shouldn't mind discussing shoe sizes with me, or go shopping for shoes together in the future, right?"

"Uh..." Meng Xin couldn't find the right words to respond for a while.

"If a girl doesn't tell me what size shoes to wear, she doesn't agree with my orientation. If a girl doesn't agree with my orientation, she has to regard me as a suitor. If a girl regards me as a suitor, after visiting Liaobo, she will Inevitably, you still have to go shopping with me."

Nie Guangyi once again published his original fallacies and heresies.

That expression, that demeanor, that tone, is almost like a little girl complaining that her boyfriend doesn't go shopping with her.

Meng Xinzhi was directly amused: "Mr. Nie, what kind of logic is this?"

"[Nie's] logic, [Xian's] logic, [Sheng's] logic, referred to as [Mr. Nie's logic]."

"Yes." Meng Xin was so speechless that only meaningless answers remained.

"It must be." Nie Guangyi pursued the victory regardless and nonsensically: "If you call me brother Guangyi, there will be no such logic."

"Then I'll tell you my shoe size. I wear size 37 shoes." Meng Xinzhi said deliberately bigger, but she actually only wears size 35 and a half.

"37 is good, 21 21, girl, when you buy shoes in the future, no matter [-] [-], call me to accompany you."

(End of this chapter)