"Insert what?" Hesta asked.
Anna didn't answer, just threw the wooden ball, and Hesta caught it with one hand.
The moment the wooden ball hit her palm, Hesta understood. She looked at the ball in her hand and then at Anna.
"Oh, you mean..."
"Just like a spear and a shield, a key and a lock, penetration is not just a biological behavior, it is a part of conquest." Anna shook the glass. "By piercing an imaginary barrier, men completed a ritual. From then on From that moment on, he used his innate weapons to conquer a woman and gained the qualification to reproduce, which would be the real starting point of his life journey."
Hesta frowned, "...I have the impression that the boycotting monks are very opposed to men forming families."
"It's not a contradiction." Anna said softly, "Actually, you only need to grasp one thing. The core of the boycott of monks is that they do not provide protection and support to women, so they do not marry or raise children. This is to avoid entering a serious relationship—— But sex and conquest have always been a very important part of their internal culture. Before the theory of 'youth love' was put forward, various methods were explored within the boycott monks..."
"I'm afraid there is no one in the world who is more obsessed with 'penetration' than them," Anna suddenly laughed out loud at this point, "...it's so stupid that it's touching."
"Young love," Hesta said again, "what is that?"
"You go back and read the book." Anna took the gin and tonic from Putina, "If you ask me to tell you everything again, how can my throat bear it?"
Hesta raised her glass to drink water.
Standing between the two of them, Putina began to mix herself a drink, "Have you ever read "Mountains Under the Storm"?"
Hesta raised her eyes slightly, "...read a little bit."
"Read it," Anna replied.
"Is it worth reading? What's the ending like?"
"I didn't finish reading it," Hesta replied.
Putina looked at Anna.
Anna's face turned slightly sullen. She put down her cup, half-closed her eyes and smiled, "...You also go back and read the book by yourself."
"Tell me in advance, I just started reading this book last night," Putina smiled and clinked glasses with Anna. "I feel like this book has a bit of that flavor - how should I put it, taking a woman's love and body How does it feel to be a witness to a man’s growth?”
Anna thought for a while, "The genre you are talking about should be "Jon Cleveland."
"...Oh, yes, "Jon" is more appropriate," Putina nodded in agreement, "Even if everything is lost, a woman's love can still make a man believe in his own power - because her existence itself is A proof.”
Anna's expression was indifferent, "If you can even read "Jon", then "The Tempest" should be even better."
"At least the story of "Jon" can make me feel that it is written by a man, and some stories can only make me feel that it is written by a man." Putina looked at the disappearing foam in the wine glass, "I Have I told you that I’ve also been trying to write some stories recently?”
"Huh?" Anna looked up, "What kind of story?"
“It’s a story like ‘Jon’, but I changed the protagonist to a female,” Putina sighed. “Every time I finished writing the beginning, I got stuck.”
Anna laughed again.
"But after listening to your chat just now, I seem to understand the reason a little bit, but I still can't figure it out," Putina supported her chin, "If in a male story, a completely dedicated woman - his mother, wife Or his lover is the starting point for him to conquer everything, so what is the starting point for a woman to conquer everything?"
Putina paused for a moment, "A completely dedicated man?"
Anna didn't answer. She leaned back in her chair comfortably, as if she wasn't listening at all.
Putina turned to Hesta, "What do you think, Ms. Hesta?"
Hesta thought for a moment.
"Maybe it's parting." She half-raised the cup under the lamp, and the rotating glass cast a flowing light shadow on her face. "Continuous... parting."
Anna looked over.
…
The time was approaching one o'clock in the morning. Putina always paid attention to the time. At one o'clock sharp, she briefly left the bar. When she came back, she walked up to Hesta and said, "If you want to go back to the room before Si Lei and the others, it will be in a while." time to go."
"Okay." Hesta pushed the glass to the inside of the bar, "Thanks for the hospitality."
"Are you really not going to drink a glass of wine?"
Just as Hesta was about to answer, Anna smiled and said: "Alcohol is indeed a carcinogen, did you know?"
"Oh, that's alcoholism, right?" Putinna lowered her chin, "If it was just a drink -"
"Small drinking is just as harmful," Anna said softly. "No matter how much you consume, as long as you consume it, it will increase the risk of various cancers and liver damage."
"...There must be some benefits to the body," Putina said with a somewhat uncertain tone, "Softening blood vessels?"
Anna laughed out loud, "No, it doesn't do any good to the body, and it's not even like tobacco - tobacco can at least temporarily refresh you, while every drop of alcohol will only make you more sluggish while damaging your liver. And, compared to those who don’t drink alcohol at all, the brains of people who drink two glasses of wine a day can age ten years earlier – a fifty-year-old, a sixty-year-old brain, that’s the cost of alcohol.”
"It doesn't make sense," Putina shrugged. "If it's such a bad thing, why are there so many drunkards in the world who love it?"
"Because it reduces prefrontal lobe control."
Putina frowned slightly, "What?"
"Alcohol is like a cheating device," Anna said, swaying the few drinks left in the cup. "It can help people bypass rational supervision, transcend the likes and dislikes of experience, and allow two strangers who have never met to suddenly develop a sense of friendship. Illusion - and all of this is impossible for a person to do when he is awake."
"Okay..." Putina sighed again, "Can't it just be because it tastes good-"
Before he finished speaking, Hesta suddenly stood up holding on to the table.
Putina's eyes followed Hesta's movements - she picked up the tequila not far away and poured it into her own glass.
"Uh, you got the wrong cup," Putina looked at Hesta, "you should drink tequila with-"
Hesta had already picked up a full glass of wine and walked slowly to Anna.
"Cheers, Anna."
Anna raised her hand happily and clinked the two wine glasses together. Hesta closed her eyes, frowned, and drank the entire glass of strong wine in several large gulps.
Putina stared at this scene in stunned silence, "You...don't you know how to drink? Do you know how strong this wine is -"
Hesta ignored Putina beside her. She put the wine glass back on the bar, but her strength was not well controlled, and the sound of the smash was louder.
"I have a question to ask you," Hesta leaned down, "Can you answer me truthfully?"
"you say."
"How old are you," Hesta asked in a voice only Anna could hear. "When were you born, Anna?"
