Chapter 97 Section III 2

As you know, after graduation, I went to work in Wanshou Temple.At first, I followed these two commandments: don't fix anything, and don't expose yourself as a mother kangaroo.So I have nothing to do but sit in the side hall and write novels.Because I have not been able to submit a decent paper for several years in a row, the leader's hatred of me is increasing day by day.At night, in the small flower bed in front of the Wanshou Temple, when she talked about these abominations, she couldn't stop admiring: Mother Kangaroo, how tough.Then I talked about something that made me softer: someone introduced me to someone.Girls are beautiful, they say, and I'm a perfect match.Just work in our institute, and I'm another classmate.If I am willing, they will talk to the woman.She immediately yelled, got out from under the coat, and ran naked into the flower bed to get dressed, yelling: "I hate it, I hate it!"Shouting like this attracted some people, standing on the brightly lit road with their bicycles in their hands, looking at her white back, but she was indifferent to the gaze from behind.I was sitting on the cement edge of the flower bed, she ran back, kicked me on the back and said, what are you still doing sitting here?Why don't you hurry up?And I said in a low voice: But you have to let me go... Later, I walked into the dark alley together with her, still wearing that black coat, pushing a bicycle with me on the seat clothes.I was slightly sad, but not devastated like she was.But then she regained her composure and said, "In that case, let's get married."That said, I would still be a kangaroo mother if someone hadn't found out I was a good match for her.

... That day she kept digging melon seeds, from morning to midnight, leaving melon seed skins everywhere she went.That day she wore a red satin cheongsam and a pair of high-heeled shoes, which is a rare outfit for her.Besides, she was reading Angatha Christie's detective novels, and she didn't talk to anyone.My mother-in-law was outraged by this, and went to grab her books, and she took out one and then another, as if doing a magic trick.But jugglers are always bloated, and this bride is so slender, so terribly slender; her clothes are so thin that even the prints of her nipples protrude from her bosom—I My mother-in-law always wanted to heal the marks, and blocked my sight with her body. She said: Mom, don't tease me, please——the old lady was so angry that she rolled her eyes.To this day, I don’t know how this trick came to be. The only feasible explanation is: my mother-in-law and her conspired to cheat by stealing a copy openly and sending it back secretly. Thought his future wife had some kind of magical powers.But I don't feel like it: my mother-in-law is a very serious person, with fat cheeks, nagging non-stop.I hate people nagging, if I don't want to marry her daughter, I will never have any dealings with her...

I remember it was our wedding day, and it was a very vulgar day.All weddings are probably like this.So she aimed herself at a detective novel, with a pair of white-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose-she has 400 degrees of myopia.When the glasses were snatched away, she squinted like a gecko (a chameleon) studying a mosquito.At the end of the banquet, everyone asked the bride to light cigarettes for the male guests.She put the book away and stood up.Only then did everyone see that the bride had two huge white eyes, each with a black pupil the size of a pinpoint—both of them were reading without glasses.She took a big pistol from under the table and shot all the male guests one by one.Of course you know what I mean, she lights everyone's cigarettes with a pistol lighter.Every time I ordered one, I turned my head and smelled my armpits and said, "It's hot, it's smelly."This of course means that all the guests have long since died, and it is already interesting.

After the wedding banquet, in the new house, the bride leaned on the bed to look at Christie.I have nothing to do but smoke.After smoking all the four packs of cigarettes I had with me, I really wanted to buy another pack.At midnight, if you want to buy cigarettes, you have to go to Beijing Railway Station, which is a bit far away, so I didn't go.These things show that she can hold her breath very well.This seems to be my strength too.But I really don't want to think about it.If the two of us can connect, we will become one person.In this way, the number of people will be less.After I finished smoking that night, I started cracking melon seeds.If it's sunflower seeds, I'll have no problem knocking them up.Unfortunately, these are some watermelon seeds, the skin of which is slippery and hard. I can’t knock it. I knock it back and forth, but I can’t knock it out. I just spit out some black and white residue that looks like chicken shit...