Chapter 73 third quarter 4

Not long ago, the septic tank of Wanshou Temple's toilet was blocked, gushing out a stream of yellow water the size of a bowl.This happened before my crash, and I don't remember most of the time, except this one.It brought me great pain, because as soon as I saw the piece of yellow water, I had an irresistible desire to use bamboo slices to open the sewer—I even found the bamboo slices.And the woman in self-clothes immediately knew what I was thinking when she saw my expression.She said very firmly: If you dare to poke the septic tank─── Divorce immediately.Because of this threat, the yellow water spread in the Wanshou Temple.The liquid was flowing with yellow foam.The leader made many phone calls and invited people from all walks of life to repair it, but they were too busy.Later, the yellow water flooded into his room.He had to put some bricks on the ground to get in and out, and he also sat on the table to work.Some yellow solids were also drifting around with that water.The yellow water also flooded into the reference room, and several old ladies inside followed suit and put on masks.At the same time, the entire Wanshou Temple was filled with a stench like a volcanic eruption.Flies from all over the city are rushing from all directions, and they are roaring over the monastery... This situation makes me very angry.There is no reason that all historians have to be academics and like to live in shit.If I don't want to be a historian, I must open up the clogged dung bucket.

Under such circumstances, the woman in white ordered categorically: "Come on, come with me to the Beijing Library to look up materials."I sat in the library, thinking of the stinky Wanshou Temple, I felt itchy.But the lady in white said: I don’t even give you a review for a research assistant (by the way, I haven’t thought of what a research assistant is), but you want to give people shit!My God, why did you marry such a stupid man!Later, I escaped her surveillance and drove to Wanshouduo, but was hit by a van on the way.For this reason, when she saw me in the hospital, the first thing she said was: You deserve it!And then wept.When I saw a lovely lady crying to me, I was solemn, but also a little strange: why is she crying when I deserve it?It never occurred to me that the cause of this grief was the spreading dung.Of course, manure was not the real cause of the accident.The real reason is: I am a modernist, not an academic.The modernists don’t need to comment on research assistants, but they can’t sit back and watch the dung spread everywhere... The woman in white still teased me when she mentioned this matter: I have known you for so many years, but I have never seen you like that.Seeing shit so crazy, maybe you're a shit bug?I replied calmly: If I am a dung beetle, you are a female dung beetle.Now that I even remembered the reason for being hit, I probably didn't miss anything.The story of Xue Song going to the top of the tower to repair the boiler spans the lost memory, extending from the past to the present...