Chapter 57 Section III 2

Later, Transparent captured Xue Song, put shackles on him, and made him go to work.Because Xue Song has been out of business for more than two years, there is a lot of backlog of work.But as long as the people holding him don't pay attention, Xue Song will take off the shackles and run away, and run to the grave to hang the red thread, because according to this theory, the red thread is already dead.Xue Song often ran away, which made the old prostitute very unhappy. Although he would not run far and could always be caught on the grave, the old prostitute was afraid that he would meet another little girl on this road, and he would become a little girl again. Five fans and three ideas.So she ordered Xue Song to make a more complicated lock to lock himself.Building locks is a challenge for skilled craftsmen.Xue Song devoted himself wholeheartedly to this work.He made a twelve-digit digital lock, a time lock, and a lock with a key. The key is two inches wide and has countless grooves on it, which cannot be copied at all.Anyone who saw the blueprints of these locks would feel dizzy, and they were so strong that they couldn't be cut with a giant axe.But using it against himself was useless.He can use iron wires, bamboo sticks, or even straw sticks to open these locks.If you keep him from getting any sticks, he can blow it away with air.The old whore thought he was playing tricks, and ordered bluntly: "Go and make a lock that you can't break yourself."Xue Song accepted this task. He thought about it for three days and three nights, neither drawing a picture nor doing it.Finally, he said to the old prostitute: "Auntie, I can't make this kind of lock."The old whore said: Nonsense!I can't believe you are so stupid!At this time, she meant that Xue Song would not lack the wisdom to make locks.Later she said: I don't believe you are so smart!This time refers to Xue Song's cleverness in unlocking the lock.Finally she said: I don't believe you are so good!That is to say, she did not believe that Xue Song's cleverness in picking locks was just better than his cleverness in making locks.In fact, there is only one kind of intelligence, which is the intelligence used to open locks, and the intelligence used to make locks.Xue Song sighed, shook his head, and walked away to do other work.

The Greek sage once said: Uphill and downhill are the same road, good and evil are the same; uphill is downhill in reverse, and good in reverse is evil.What Xue Song possesses is also such a kind of wisdom.When he designed a mechanism, he also designed a way to break the mechanism -- just think of the mechanism in reverse to get the method.For him, building a lock that cannot be opened by oneself has become a philosophical problem.After much deliberation, he had an answer, but never wanted to tell the old whore.That is: there is indeed a kind of lock that he can make, but he can't open it, that is a solid iron bump.Once the lock is locked, it cannot be opened again.As a craftsman, I hate this design.As a lover of wisdom, I hate this kind of wisdom.Because it is out of the scope of design and intelligence, and belongs to another world.

Later, Xue Song gave this plan to the old prostitute. Although the old prostitute had no wisdom, she immediately believed that the case was feasible.After that, Xue Song made an iron shell with his own hands, put the lock collar on it, boiled a pot of molten iron in a crucible, and poured it into the iron shell under the supervision of the old prostitute.In this way, he made a lock that could not be opened, and completed the task entrusted to him by the old prostitute.The lock was the backbone of the chain, holding his own hands and feet.In this way, he couldn't move his legs or shake his hands, he couldn't run away, he couldn't resist, he could only work.There is no need to explain this story: since the death of Hong Xian, Xue Song has been heartbroken, wishing to live like a walking dead.But as the storyteller, which is me, I have to explain: there is a peculiarly annoying thing about this story, which is that it has a moral.And a story is a story, there should be no moral.Frankly, I made a mistake, against my own intentions.That being the case, it is time to talk about what I mean.Obviously, I majored in history.My moral can only be history.

I now think that when I am finalizing the novel I am writing, I should delete this paragraph—now that I have this plan, I can write without any scruples.In my opinion, the whole history can be condensed into one scene: a sage sits in front of the king, and the king asks: Is there a way to control the common people in the world?In order to show off his intelligence, the wise man, master, or fool, replied: Yes.This is the will to control everyone.He is said to be a wise man because he does have this kind of ghost intelligence.He is said to be an idiot because he forgot that he is also a part of the common people in the world, and he harmed himself.From that day on, not only the common people in the world have been controlled, but wisdom has also been controlled.Wisdom with will is strong, useful and interesting, and can bring great pleasure to people; wisdom without will is limp, and has no use other than serving as the umbilical cord of history... A genre entangled by the umbilical cord of history... If it continues to be written like this, this novel will become an academic treatise, at best an academic novel.Fortunately, in my story, Hong Xian was not killed by an assassin, and Xue Song was not caught by an old prostitute.I have other possibilities.I am still in control of this novel. As a staunch liberal, I will not allow this possibility to happen in this section.Believe me, everything that has been written is enough to make me ashamed.I am far from a hard-working person like Xue Song.

In the afternoon, a hot mist rose from the Wanshou Temple, and the noisy cicadas rang out.I put the written story aside, picked up the white form again, and thought about the three red forks for a long time; I finally believed that there was nothing noble in these three topics, and it was simply a malicious joke.Had I tried to think of three more noble titles, they would have been more vicious jokes.All in all my noble endeavors lead to the most vicious jests.Maybe I should think in the opposite direction.So I tore another piece of yellow paper and wrote three of the most vicious jokes on it: "Test of the Tang Dynasty's Spiritual Civilization Construction", "Song Dynasty's Spiritual Civilization Construction", "Yuan Dynasty's Spiritual Civilization Construction".So they're the worst kind of jokes, because I don't know what they are, and no one in the world knows.

I stuck this piece of paper on the form and walked out the door with it.I went to the opposite side hall to find our leader, that is, the man wearing a blue cloth cap and blue uniform with the smell of horse urine, and handed him this form. At the same time, I felt uneasy.I was afraid that he would turn his back on me... But after reading it, he locked the form in the drawer and said to me: I should have written it like this a long time ago!Although I already had a little premonition of this result, I was still stunned...By the way, I thought the most vicious joke was "Contemporary Spiritual Civilization Construction Examination", because it is the most cliché that no one understands, maybe you Can you tell me whether this is the noblest subject?If so, then the most vicious endeavors are sublime.What's going on here, I really don't understand.