Chapter 33 third quarter 4

At dawn, Xue Song and Hong Xian walked into the grass near the heart of the village.Through the weeds, you can see everything that happened in the village.The air was damp in the morning, and the sound carried far away, so I could hear all the conversations again.Therefore, they knew everything that happened in the stockade.The red line said: "Master Qi, it's time to do it."Xue Song asked confusedly: Who is the master?What are you doing?Hongxian didn't want to talk to him, so he took the bow and arrow in his hand, pulled it twice, and said: You son of a bitch!With such a heavy bow, it is intentional that no one can pull it... At this moment, Xue Song understood a little bit, so he took the bow and arrow over.Obviously, this kind of thing is used to shoot people.He nocked an arrow, and aimed at the nearest assassin.At this time, the red thread said in his ear: You can understand, if this arrow is shot out, they will come to chase us—only one arrow can catch the thief and the king, understand?Xue Song felt that the matter was very clear, so he pointed the arrow at the assassin leader.The red thread said again: Idiot!Get rid of the traitor first!Thanks to you, you are still acting as a military officer, even worse than me!He pointed the arrow at his soldiers.Hong Xian said coldly: With so many people, can you shoot them over?Now that everything is clear, Xue Song has no choice but to point the arrow at the old prostitute... At the same time, his heart is pricking... The original manuscript ends here.

I feel like I've got my head around the manuscripts of the past.The little whore is a female Kafka: Kafka said, beauty overcomes me every obstacle.The little prostitute also said: No matter who makes a mistake in this village, I will be beaten.I believe you can see the similarity from these two sentences.Xue Song is Robinson Crusoe, and the red line is Friday.As for the old prostitute, she is by no means comparable to a foreign figure, she is a big monster native to China.But she and Xue Song are somewhat similar, no wonder Xue Song's heart hurts when he wants to shoot her to death.The script at hand doesn't say if she was shot or not, but I hope she is.The whole story is both "Robinson Crusoe" and Kafka's, and some passages have a faint meaning of Fowles' "Hidden Beauty in the Stone House".There is only one thing I don't understand: why should I write this story?I can neither be Defoe, nor Kafka, nor Fowles.I'm not like anyone.The least like me is the guy who wrote these words—who am I?