Chapter 55 nightmare

A gust of wind blew, and the three scarlet tulips in the bottle on the bookshelf trembled tremblingly. The wind brought a faint fragrance, misty and annoying spring love.The sound of cars in the downtown area is even more energetic in this vigorous afternoon. A medieval romantic novel was displayed in front of my eyes, and I read it vaguely.The air of a spring afternoon is hypnotic, and this hazy drowsiness contributes to the intoxicating mood of my book. In the hazy drowsiness, I only longed for the heroic knights, affectionate princesses, stubborn kings, and sinister leaders in the book.I forgot that there are people who are happier than me, and there are people who are less fortunate than me.I forgot all about it, and I just thought that people all over the world were in the same situation as I am at this moment.

Sudden-- A middle-aged man with the appearance of a worker came in, with a swarthy face, a tuft of grass-like beard, two small sneering eyes, an old peaked cap, and a half-length coat.This is clearly not my species, but I feel like I've seen this formidable strange thing somewhere before. "Such bright tulips!" "Tulips are really bright." "Can't have a tulip in everyone's hand, damn it!" He stretched out both his hands, showing that his hands were empty. "who are you?" "Me? Nigonylenin—come, come with me!" This word seems to have the charming magic power of a woman. I lost all concentration and followed him forward in a daze.

"Sir, your eyes are closed. I want to take you to a place where you can open your eyes. You have never seen what is the world. The real world is where we are." I followed him into a building in a trance.It's a theater, a movie theater, and a conference hall. They can't be distinguished. It's just that it's dark inside, but at the same time you can see something clearly.There seemed to be a lot of people inside. "Look ahead!" It looks like a movie is projected in front of it, and it also looks like a stage play. On a neat avenue, there are towering buildings of 40 or 50 stories on both sides. The road is crowded with motorbikes passing by, and pedestrians on the side roads are also densely packed, wriggling and rustling like ants. The end is a magnificent drawing room.Thick carpets, soft cushions, charming lights, intoxicating music, and lingering cigarettes reveal vaguely a couple of men and women wrapped in splendid clothes, all of whom are rich with millions of dollars.After this, what appears is a great building, a great factory; the building is also very solid and exquisite, but its greatness is not for your enjoyment, it is a device for self-defense, it is for you to defend yourself attractive appearance.The rich who drank last night watched here, and the poor who groaned last night worked here.One is head held high, the other is arched back.Huge machines, intricate wheels, engines, belts, paper, iron, feet, hands, eyes, mouths, gas, water vapor, and charcoal are all mixed together in a daze, and it is hard to tell who is in charge of the machine and who is Machines for making goods.Everything seems to be in one place, mixed into a whole machine.

In this way, there are two roads from one road: the cost of making the goods goes to the rich who stands comfortably beside him; The son drove the car back to his gorgeous house, and the poor man returned to his hell with his back full of fatigue on his rags.Again work, tiredness, hunger, death, carpets, wine, music, dancing... "Look, how can such a world not get sick? Look at her sickness!" I look forward again: It's like a boxing arena, and it's like a bullring; it's gloomy, with a rich man wearing a top hat and a mustache on one side, and a poor man with a naked body on the other.The weapon of the rich is money, and the defense of the poor is life.On the bony steps, countless naked bodies, countless flesh and blood rushed upward.Money opened its bloody mouth, its iron minions, and rushed down without flinching. Many people who were originally naked, some of them wore the coat that Fu Er gave him; perhaps they threatened him. The naked companions slaughtered.The traitor!

The current deaths are of course all naked poor men, but the battle is not over yet, and no one can be sure that the rich will win the final victory. The car stopped, the smoke from the factory stopped, the music from the dance floor went silent, and what was left was only a big fight due to hand-to-hand combat. "Look, the wind and poison accumulated for thousands of years have really exploded at this moment. You are also a human being. Which side are you going to invest in?" I hesitated and didn't answer, but the strange thing that looked like a worker continued: "You don't need to answer, just read on, you can find the answer you should answer below."

I looked down: On a high altar stood a tall naked man, leading his naked companions, stripping off the robes of the captured rich. "When everyone cannot have clothes, there should not be only a few people wearing a dress. The dress should be a big dress, and the people of the whole world should wear it under him." It is a circular plane.Three-quarters of the area is occupied by naked people, only a small corner of which is Fu Er, who still has a crown, trembling.But this is clear, and this small field will be lost immediately. The smoke in the factory was surging again, but there were no rich people standing aside to supervise, and all the people were working evenly.

This next scene is obviously another world. Perhaps the morning sun has just risen, and the whole world is bathed in red light, and everyone is moving healthily and smiling happily.The buildings on both sides are only bigger than before, and the motorcycles on the road are only more than before; but the driver is not the driver who has to make this career, and the one sitting behind is no longer the same kind of driver who drives him Fu Er, who worked for him as a cow and horse, was the master himself in this car, and he was the master of this world. They were not driving to the dissolute dance hall, but to the factory where they worked.It is no longer to be a machine for others, but to do work for the needs of our own daily life.The goods produced are no longer for the squandering of others, but for the needs that one should give to others.

The road is flat, there are no more high and low classes, it is a flat and happy world. The sun's rays are getting redder and redder! "Look, this is our world, this is the world we should have! Come, drive away those strange people, drive away those who are not our companions!" The same burst, my eyes suddenly brightened up. In the blood-red light, I saw that the place I was in was not only a theater, but a vast and boundless land. The ground was full of people, all with the same clothes and attire. In the eyes of thousands of people, I found that I was isolated on a high platform, standing alone, only my clothes were strange, and the other person was alien.

In the red light, I trembled and dared not open my eyes. "Get rid of this strange person! Destroy this strange person!" That strange worker-like thing kicked me up, I... I opened my eyes with a beating heart, and I was still in a small, quiet room. There were only a large pile of books on the stage, which were falling down due to the pushing of my body as I fell asleep. With a bang, the books couldn't stop falling.I knew clearly that this was Chun Hua's nightmare, but my heart couldn't stop beating, and I felt that I was still sinking down without a bottom... April 28, 1928