Chapter 76 Section 3

At noon, the woman in white was in my room, reading my manuscript and chatting with me, which made me feel very happy.After 1:30, our leader wearing white-rimmed glasses appeared in the yard, lingering in spite of the scorching sun and the stench in the yard.As time went on, his pacing route approached my door.When it was exactly two o'clock, he simply stamped his feet in circles in front of my door.You can guess it with a little brain, he is telling us that the working time is up and we should start working.You don't need a brain to guess that he is the old godly woman in my story.Because of his urging, the woman in white had no choice but to walk out from me and return to her own room.

In my story, it was the old godly woman who left.I immediately threw myself in front of her, and quickly loosened the iron hoop, and she spat out the wooden stick, spit twice, and said, "It's so hard."What kind of stick do you think that is?Coptis root.The academics are really good at fixing people... Then, I hugged this hot girl with fluffy hair in my arms, kissed her neck, and loosened the iron chain around her neck so that she could stand up.Then, biting her ear lightly, he stroked her breast.The place is softer than usual.She said: hot weather, lack of water, withered away.I immediately took out the wooden kettle, gave her a few sips, and poured some on the wilted place.Now I can see that the girl is not very young anymore, the corners of her mouth are wrinkled, and the skin on her neck is loose.But only this kind of girl who is not very young can be really beautiful...

Like a thief who broke into a bank at night, I broke through the heavy locks on her body.It seems that the college really does not lack the money to buy locks.There are no locks in this world that cannot be opened, but if there are too many, it will be very annoying-you can only see it when you turn to the back of her. The string of locks is like a dragon-style kite.With all the locks out of the way, I can make love to her, in this stuffy, dirty tea room.I spread out the tool bag for this, and she turned around and squatted down to let me work on her back.Unfortunately, the lock was only half opened, and heavy footsteps were heard on the stairs.She yelled in a low voice: Don't open it! 'Definitely lock me up again!So the reverse process began again, and it was frantic.But locking is easier than unlocking. Before putting the wooden mouthpiece back into her mouth, I kissed her passionately—her mouth is very bitter, and the taste of coptis root is unmistakable.By the time the godly old woman walked into the tea stove, she had already sat down on the bench, and I turned around, facing the samovar, as if repairing it. Knowing where it would break, brought spares.But now I can't find it.how could be?Such a big thing, so little space!I crawled all over the ground looking for it, and suddenly I saw those feet that were heavily bound by iron chains making a gesture: the big toe of the right foot pointed to me.This is bad.The thing was locked on her!No chance to take it down now...

After the woman in white left, the leader continued to hang around my door. No one likes people walking around the door, so I got up and opened all the windows to let him see if there was anyone hiding in my room.But he refused to go, and was still spinning. At the same time, the stench swarmed in from outside.So I had to close the window and ask the leader to come in and sit down.He pretended to cough calmly, entered the room, and sat down on the square stool that the woman in white had sat on; I also went to write my own novel, until he coughed for the last time—every time he coughed, I started I snorted and repeated this many times. During this period, I have been immersed in writing my novel──clearing my throat: It seems that we need to talk.Without turning my head, I replied: I don't think it is necessary; my voice was sharp, like a rascal.He added: Please put your hands aside, I am talking to you.I finished the sentence, put the pen back in the inkwell, and turned around.He asked me what I was writing and I said it was an academic paper.He said: Can you take a look, I said no.Even the leader cannot read my manuscript, and I will give him a copy after it is published.As these outrageous lies came out, a wicked smile quickly spread on my face.It seems that I am not a kind person, and I underestimated myself again...

When the leader talked to me, he didn't notice that I was not alone, but a small universe; in it there were not only the red line, Xue Song, little prostitutes and old prostitutes, but also many others.For example, even himself, but instead of wearing a blue uniform and white-rimmed glasses, it's an old godly woman with little plasters on her temples.It would have been a shock to him to find himself speaking to such a large group of people, and besides that, I'm a pretty wide stretch of time and space.If he finds himself doing ideological work against time and space, he must think that he is playing the piano against a cow. In addition to time and space, there is also poetry——damn, how could he know what poetry is.Besides poetry, there is also malice.He must understand this.It was the only thing he knew.

In my universe, there are two places that are particularly eye-catching: one is the golden pagoda outside Chang'an City, and the other is Fenghuang Village, which is full of lush vegetation in western Hunan.The golden pagoda is a phallic symbol and the seat of the Academy.It looks majestic, but in fact it has been weak for a long time. It is a historical umbilical cord... The leader told me that I now have a mid-level professional title, and I must have a certain number of words every year (he specifically pointed out that these words must be historical papers, not Take the novel to make up the number), if you can't finish it, you have to ask me to transfer away from this place.It's not embarrassing me──this is the rule of the superior.After all this bullshit, he got up and walked out of my room.After he left, I was so angry that I decided to throw an ink bottle to vent my anger.Then I was amazed: the ink bottle is not broken at all...

I mixed the story with what actually happened, so it was hard to win people's credibility.If I say that our leader taught me a lesson, turned around and turned into an old buffalo, swishing its cow dung-stained tail, walked out of my room triumphantly, two testicles collided with each other, and the eaves came out. You won't be surprised by the metallic sound of wind chimes—but the ink bottle is not broken.I have a lot of empty ink bottles, with a red label, printed with Zhonghua brand carbon ink, 57ml, and the date of manufacture, etc.You drop it on the brick floor and it's gone, leaving just a white mark.At the same time, a black hole appeared on the paper ceiling above the head, and it was still the same when another one was dropped, but there were two white marks on the ground and two black holes on the head.These empty bottles disappeared quickly in this way, there was not a single piece of broken glass on the floor, and there were many holes in the ceiling-the person next door said loudly: "There are rats on the ceiling!"In the end there was an ink bottle, which I held in my hand and studied for a while: this flat bottle is a marvel of engineering, and whoever designed it must have been a genius.I took it outside, filled it with water, and dropped it on the stone steps, and this time it was in pieces.Satisfied as the water stains spread across the steps, I walked back to my room.