Chapter 64 Section 2

The woman in white once said that the words I use, liberal and academic, are very inaccurate.Now I kind of get it.The so-called liberals are those who cannot bear the status quo, while the academics are the opposite.I am the former type myself. I am impatient when I see that the status quo is a little unreasonable, which results in nosebleeds.The woman in white is an academic. She doesn't allow me to be impatient, and she still wants to bite me when my nose is bleeding.There is also this difference between the young whore and the old whore, which is most fully accentuated when they are tied together and beaten.

The story I have written can be found in ancient books.There is a book called "Gan Ze Ballad", in which there is a character named Xue Song, and another person named Hong Xian.There is another person named Tian Chengsi, I think he is the assassin leader who is covered in blue.After this explanation, I lost Xue Song, the red line, and this story.But I don't think it matters.The important thing is to change yourself through writing.It is Foucault's claim to change oneself through writing.After explaining this, I also lost the idea.But it doesn't matter, the important thing is to do it accordingly.Through writing, I may be able to improve my self-cultivation and become an academic.This will reduce the bleeding from the nose.

The blue assassin leader tied the little prostitute to a tree, and while drawing out beautiful patterns on her back with rattan, he confessed his identity.As mentioned earlier, he is Tian Chengsi, and like Xue Song, he is also a Jiedu envoy.That is to say, he pretended to be the leader of the assassins, took money from the old whore, and killed the red thread for her, but he was not.He has his own purpose, he wants to kill Xue Song and seize Fenghuang Village.I think he said this to break the will of the prostitutes, make them feel that everything is over, and bow their heads and ears from then on—this idiom reminds me of a donkey.Of course, his purpose was not achieved.The little whore heard it and screamed: "Old bitch!"Look what you do!You are inviting ghosts to your door!The old prostitute didn't say a word, and continued to knock on the sunflower seeds, thinking of ideas.Later, she stood up, walked to Tian Chengsi's side, and said: "Old Tian, ​​let her go."Tian Chengsi wondered, "Why let her go?"The woman said: "Tie me up."Tian Chengsi wondered again: Why tie you up?The woman said: I will take a few hits for her.Tian Chengsi said: It hurts to be beaten.The old prostitute said: It doesn't matter.I should also take a few more hits.In this way, the old whore displayed a noble spirit; using his own flesh to preserve the flesh of others.In this story, for the first time, this spirit appears.This shows that I have become noble.It seems that changing oneself through writing is not empty talk...

In this story, Tian Chengsi is the embodiment of despicability—now I have decided that Tian Chengsi is not an academic at all, and he is not worthy.At first it seemed to me that the old whore's self-sacrifice would drive him into a dilemma.If he accepts the old whore's offer and lets the little whore beat the old whore, the noble spirit is fulfilled and the evil he represents is struck down.If he doesn't beat the old prostitute and continues to beat the young prostitute, then the old prostitute will be beaten less.According to his evil values, it is good to be beaten less.It was a failure for him that the old whore's nobility had gone unpunished.In my opinion, there is nothing he can do.Unfortunately, Tian Chengsi also has his own evil intelligence.He asked his men to tie the old prostitute to another tree (unfortunately, there are many trees in Fenghuang Village) and tortured her at the same time.The little prostitute also laughed at her and said: "Old sister-in-law, look at what you have done!"You are so stupid.She could only shake her head and say, "Really, I'm so stupid."But, little bitch, I really want to save you.The little whore replied bluntly, "Save me!" It wasn't really a meaningful sentence, it was just an exclamation; then, she lowered her head, closed her eyes, and endured the pain in her back.In this story, I wanted to celebrate the noble spirit and I ended up allowing evil to triumph, but I decided to forgive myself because I have lost my memory and I am a motherfucker and can't ask too much of me.Besides, evil won't always prevail...