Chapter 9 Chapter Five (1)

one Ding Gou'er lightly stretched out his ape arms, and tightly wrapped his arms around the female driver's waist.At the same time, he deftly put his mouth on hers.The female driver shook her head to get out of his mouth, and his head moved with hers, making her struggle futile.In the process of swinging, he sucked the thick lips of the female driver into his own mouth.She whimpered and cursed: Fuck!Damn it, these fucking things shot into Ding Gou'er's mouth without leaking anything, and were absorbed by tissues like his tongue, gums and throat.Based on experience, Ding Gou'er guessed that this struggle would end soon, and she would soon be flushed, short of breath, hot in her stomach, and lay in her arms like a docile kitten.Women are like this.But it soon proved that he made the mistake of confusing the general with the particular.The female driver was not overwhelmed by the anesthesia released from his mouth, and her struggle and resistance were not weakened by the clamping of her mouth, but became more intense and crazier.She grabbed Ding Gou'er's back with her hands, supported Ding Gou'er's legs with her feet, and pushed Ding Gou'er's stomach with her knees.Her belly was as scorching as burning coals, and the taste in her mouth was as intoxicating as strong wine. Ding Gou'er was so excited that he would rather suffer flesh and blood than withdraw his mouth.He even stuck out his tongue, trying to pry open her clenched teeth.It was at this moment that Ding Gou'er suffered a disadvantage.

He didn't think that the sly opening of her teeth was a conspiracy, so he couldn't wait to stick his tongue into her mouth.The female driver clicked her upper and lower teeth, and the scout let out a whine.A sharp pain spread quickly from the tip of his tongue to his whole body, and Ding Gou'er's arms quickly jumped away from the female driver's waist.He stepped aside, feeling a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth, and a hot liquid filled his mouth.He covered his mouth, crying secretly in his heart.Broken, he thought sadly, tongue bitten off.In the scout's romantic history, it was a disastrous failure.Fuck that son of a bitch!Cursing secretly in his heart, he lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.The sky was bright with stars, but the ground was blurry. He knew for certain that he had spit out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't see the color of the blood.What he is most concerned about now is the tongue. He gently probed it with his teeth and upper lip, and found that the tongue is basically intact, but there seems to be a soybean-sized hole on the tip of the tongue, from which blood gushes out.

The tongue was not bitten off, Ding Gou'er relieved a lot of mental burden.The price paid for this kiss was quite heavy, and Ding Gou'er felt very annoyed.He wanted to teach her a lesson, but he was upset and didn't know how to do it. She stood face to face with him, close at hand.He clearly heard her heavy breathing, and his thinly clothed upper body felt the heat radiating from her body.She raised her head and stared, and at some point there was a tiger-head wrench in her hand.With the brighter and brighter starlight, he could clearly see the face that was extraordinarily vivid because of anger.She has the look of many naughty children on her face.He couldn't help but wryly smiled and said vaguely:

"Fast teeth." Panting, she said, "I haven't dared to bite hard yet! My teeth can break a ten-gauge wire." The scout's mood suddenly improved because of talking to her, and the pain on his tongue became numb and dull.He reached out, wanting to pat her on the shoulder.She jumped away vigilantly, held up the wrench, and shouted: "If you dare, if you dare to move, I will kill you." He withdrew his hand and said: "Grandma, I dare not touch you, absolutely not. Shall we make peace?" She put down the wrench and ordered angrily: "Fill the water tank!"

As the night air gradually became heavier, Ding Gou'er felt cold on his shoulders and back.He obediently lifted the bucket to fill the water tank, and the heat from the engine surrounded him, warming him.There was a gurgling sound as the water flowed into the tank, like a thirsty cow drinking.Meteors streaked across the Milky Way, insects sang everywhere, and the sound of sea water washing the tidal flats could be heard in the distance. After sitting in the driver's building, he looked at the brilliant lights of the urban area of ​​Jiuguo in front of him, and suddenly felt that he was alone, like a lamb lost from the flock.

Sitting on the comfortable sofa in the female driver's house, Ding Gou'er was ecstatic.At this time, the clothes on his body that smelled of sweat and wine had been abandoned on the balcony, and continued to emit their smell to the vast night sky. A large, soft, and warm nightgown wrapped his body.His small and exquisite pistol was lying on the coffee table together with dozens of bullets embedded in the magazine. The body of the gun was shining with a faint blue light, and the bullets were shining with golden light.He leaned back on the sofa, squinted his eyes, listened to the sound of rushing water in the bathhouse, and imagined the scene where the hot water sprayed from the shower head was slowly flowing down the shoulders and breasts of the female driver.Everything that happened after the tongue was bitten was like a dream.He didn't speak after he climbed up the cab, and the female driver didn't speak either.He listened intently, mechanically, to the regular rumble of the engine, to the rustle of the wheels against the ground.The car is speeding like lightning, and the country of wine is coming.Red light, green light.Turn left, turn right.The car drove into the Wine Country Brewing University through the side door and stopped at the coal yard.She got out of the car and he got out of the car.She walks and he walks, and she stops and he stops.Although the matter was absurd, it seemed very natural. Like her husband or a close friend, he walked into her house dignifiedly.Now his stomach is happily digesting the delicious meals she cooked, sitting on her sofa, sipping her wine, admiring her comfortably and gorgeously furnished room, waiting for her to come out of the bathhouse.

The paroxysmal tingling of the wound on his tongue occasionally aroused his vigilance. Perhaps this was a bigger conspiracy. A ferocious man might suddenly appear in this house where men had obviously lived—even if two men appeared. , I will never leave.He drank the glass of crisp wine and let himself indulge in tenderness. She was wearing a beige bathrobe, pulling a pair of red plastic wedge slippers, and came out of the bathroom.This guy walks flirtatiously (亻达), his ass jumps up and down, as if he is dancing.The floor rattled.Golden lights shone on her.Her hair is attached to her scalp.The head is round, like a gourd head.The gourd head shone, floating in the yellow warmth of the bathrobe and the lamp. "Prosperity with one hand, anti-pornography with the other"!He somehow remembered the popular catchphrase.She stood in front of him with her legs crossed, her bathrobe tied loosely at the straps.There was a black birthmark on her snow-white thigh, like a vigilant eye.Half the breast is also very white.The two mounds of flesh on the chest are huge.Ding Gou'er narrowed his eyes, didn't move, only admired.As long as he raises his hand and pulls away the strap of the bathrobe between the navel, the female driver will be open-minded.She doesn't look like a chauffeur.She is like a lady.The scouts had studied the house and its furnishings and knew that her husband was not an efficient lamp.He lit another cigarette, like a cunning fox studying food in a snare.

The female driver said sullenly: "If you can't see it, what kind of Communist Party member!" Ding Gouer said: "The underground party uses this method to deal with female spies." "real?" "In the movie." "Are you an actor?" "Learn to act." She gently untied the belt, and with a flick of her arms, the bathrobe slid down under her feet.Slim!The scout immediately thought of an adjective. She cupped her breasts with her hands and said, "How is it?" Scout said: "good." "What's the next step?"

"Continue to observe." She grabbed the scout's pistol, skillfully loaded the bullet, and took a step back to distance herself from the scout.The light is getting softer.Her body seemed to be plated with gold, but of course not all of it.Her areolas are dark red, and her nipples are bright red, like two red dates.She raised the gun slowly and aimed at the scout's head. The scout was slightly startled, staring intently at the gleaming blue luster and the black muzzle of the gun.He always aimed a gun at other people's heads, and always observed the behavior of a mouse under his claws with a cat's attitude.Facing death, most of those rats trembled in fear and pissed off; only a few could pretend to be calm, but their trembling fingertips or twitching corners of their mouths fully exposed their inner terror.Now the cat has become a mouse, and the judge has become the judged.He looked at his own pistol as if he had never seen a pistol before.Its slate-blue sheen was as captivating as the rich smell of old wine, and its smooth lines had a sinister beauty.At this moment, it is God, it is fate, it is the black impermanence that hooks life.Her large, white hand gripped the ridged pistol grip tightly, and her slender forefinger pressed the hard spring trigger, keeping it in a poke-trigger position.From his own experience, he knew that a gun in this state was no longer a piece of cold iron, but a life.It has thoughts, feelings, culture and morals, and there is a restless soul lurking in it.Its soul is also the soul of the gunman.Daydreaming unknowingly relaxes the scout's tense mood, and he no longer just pays attention to the muzzle of the gun that may shoot bullets at any time.The muzzle is submerged in the whole of the gun.He even took a leisurely drag on his cigarette.

There was an autumn wind blowing in the yard, and the silk curtains swayed slightly.The cold water from the steam on the ceiling of the bathroom fell loudly into the tub.He looked at the female driver holding a gun, like looking at an oil painting in an art gallery.He was amazed that a naked young woman holding a pistol ready to fire could be so sexually provocative.The pistol at this time is no longer a simple pistol, but an organ that initiates a sexual attack, a vigorous sex pistol.Ding Gou'er had never been a scout who would close his eyes when he saw a woman. As mentioned earlier, he had a lover with a passion for sex.Now to add, he still has a few superficial love affairs.If it was normal, he would have hugged this little ewe in his arms like a tiger descending the mountain.The reasons why he hesitated this time were firstly because after arriving in the country of wine, he was like being trapped in a maze, with a trance and a lot of doubts; secondly, because the hole in his tongue was still painful.Facing this monster butterfly with a strange personality, he didn't dare to make a move easily, especially since his head was facing the black muzzle of the gun.Who can guarantee that this goblin will not pull the trigger?Pulling the trigger is much easier than opening your mouth to bite. It is civilized, modern and romantic.This guy, living in such a spacious and beautiful house, doing such a hard job, and such a big contrast are puzzling.I almost lost my tongue when I kissed her, if..., who can guarantee that the treasure between my legs is safe?The scout restrained his "bourgeois lecherous thoughts", encouraged the "awe-inspiring righteousness of the proletariat", and sat as firmly as a mountain.Facing the bare-bottomed woman and the black muzzle of the gun, he sat so dignifiedly, with such a serene expression on his face, he is indeed a heroic hero, rare in this world.He waits for changes.

The female driver's face became more and more red, and her nipples trembled with excitement, like the sharp kisses of two little lus.The scout wanted to pounce on them and bite them off, the tip of his tongue hurt sharply, and he continued to sit. She sighed softly and said: "I surrender." She threw the gun on the table, raised her hands dramatically, and said: "I surrender...I surrender..." She raised her arms, spread her legs, and opened all the doors that could be opened. "You really don't want to?" she asked the scout angrily. "Do you think I'm ugly?" "No, you're pretty," said the scout lazily. "Then why?" She sneered, "Have you been eunuched?" "I'm afraid you'll bite me off." "The male mantis dies on the female mantis, but the male mantis never backs down." "Don't do that. I'm not a male mantis." "You motherfucker!" the female driver cursed, turned around, and said, "Get out of here, I want to masturbate!" The scout jumped up, hugged her from behind, and grabbed her breast with one hand.She leaned into his arms, turned her head, and grinned at her.He couldn't help bringing his mouth up, and just as his lips touched her hot lips, a sharp pain erupted from the tip of his tongue.Oh la la!He yelled in surprise and immediately avoided his mouth. "I won't bite you..." She said, turning around and reaching out to unbutton his clothes. She stripped off the scout's clothes one by one.He raised his hand to cooperate with her, like a single traveler meeting a female robber.She took off his nightgown, raised her hand, and threw it to the corner of the wall, then took off his trousers and vest, and threw it on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.He looked up at them and felt a sudden desire to pluck them off.This desire was so strong that he performed an "upright plucking onion", jumping up to a height of 30 centimeters, the fingertips of his right hand just touched them, but his feet had already landed on the carpet.When he jumped up again, the female driver came and kicked him, hitting him with all fours upside down on the carpet. Before the scout could wake up, the female driver jumped onto his stomach.She grabbed his ears with both hands, and her buttocks jumped up and down, making a crisp sound.Ding Gou'er felt his internal organs were shaken.He couldn't help howling.The female driver touched a smelly sock and stuffed it into his mouth.Her movements are ferocious and savage, without any feminine tenderness.Ding Gou'er's mouth had a terrible stench that was hard to get rid of, and he secretly groaned inwardly.Where is making love?It is clearly killing pigs.His consciousness just wanted to order his hands to push the female butcher down, but like a prescient hunter, she stretched out her hands and pressed his wrist.Ding Gou'er's mood was very contradictory at this time, he wanted to struggle but didn't want to struggle.The reason for wanting to struggle is as described above; the reason for not wanting to struggle is that he clearly feels that the lower half of his body is undergoing a test of blood and fire.He simply closed his eyes: listen to God's judgment. Then this happened: just as he felt the female driver was drenched in sweat, rolling on his belly like a loach, several sneers came from above.When Ding Gou'er opened his eyes, he encountered a brilliant ray of light from the spotlight blasting off. Then he heard the camera shutter snap slightly, and then he heard the rustling sound of the camera rewinding automatically.He sat up abruptly and punched the female driver's passionate face.This punch hit right on the ground, and there was only a slap, and the spotlight flickered again and again. She fell backwards slowly, her shoulders just landed on his feet, her belly turned upside down, showing a lot of secrets.The spotlight flashed, and the unprecedented gestures he created with the female driver were captured by the conspirators. "Okay, Comrade Ding Gouer, scout, now, we should have a good talk."Diamond put the film in his pocket, crossed his legs, leaned comfortably on the sofa, and said sarcastically.He purposely twitched the muscles of his right cheek when he spoke, which aroused Goo'er's extreme dislike for him. Ding Gou'er pushed the ignorant female driver away and tried to stand up, but her legs and feet were numb and she couldn't move, as if she was paralyzed. "Excellent!" Diamond Diamond said, twitching the muscles on his cheeks, "The scout who shoulders the heavy responsibility is paralyzed in the lower limbs due to excessive sexual indulgence." Ding Gou'er stared at that beautiful, well-maintained face, a burst of anger was burning in his chest, scorching blood flowed all over his body, and there seemed to be thousands of worms crawling in his cold legs.He propped up his hands, and with an effort, he stood up crookedly.Blocked blood vessels are freed.As he moved, he explained his actions: "The scout stood up. He moved his hands and feet, pulled a towel, wiped the cold sweat on his body, and wiped the viscous liquid secreted from his belly by the wife or lover of Diamond Diamond, the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Liquor State Municipal Committee. He While wiping, I regretted the panic just now. I did not commit a crime, but fell into the trap set by the criminals." He threw away the towel, and the towel fell lightly in front of Diamond Diamond's eyes.The muscles on Diamond Diamond's cheeks twitched violently, and his face turned blue.Ding Gouer said: "Your woman is very tasteful, but it's a pity to follow you bastard." He waited and expected Diamond Diamond to get angry, but Diamond Diamond laughed loudly.He laughed so abruptly and weirdly that it made Ding Gou'er feel uneasy. "What are you laughing at?" he said, "Do you think smiling can cover up your inner weakness?" Diamond Diamond stopped laughing, took out a handkerchief to wipe away his tears, and said: "Comrade Ding Gou'er! Who is weak in heart? You broke into a private house and raped my wife. The evidence is solid." He patted the film in his pocket and continued, "As a law enforcement officer, if you know the law and break the law, the crime is aggravated." "He twitched the corner of his mouth and mocked, "Who is weak in heart?" Ding Gou'er gritted his teeth and said: "Your wife raped me!" "What an anecdote through the ages!" Diamond Diamond said, twitching his cheeks, "A strong man with great martial arts skills and armed with a gun was raped by an unarmed woman!" The scout moved his attention to the female driver.She was lying on the floor, her eyes blurred and intoxicated, and two streams of bright red blood flowed from her nostrils.Ding Gou'er's heart trembled, and the beautiful feeling left by the female driver's scorching belly surged into his heart irresistibly, making his eyes hot and sore, and tears almost came out of his sockets.He squatted down, pulled up the sleeves of the pajamas that were lying on the ground, and wiped the blood from the woman's nose and mouth.He regretted that he had struck too hard.There were two beige drops of water on the back of her hand, and large tears burst out of her eyes. Ding Gou'er picked up the female driver, put her on the bed, and pulled a quilt to cover her.Then, he jumped up, pulled off the vest and shorts hanging from the chandelier, and put them on.He opened the door again, retrieved his clothes from the balcony, and put them on.Reached for the pistol on the table--Diamond looked at him with a twitching cheek--turned off the fire, hung the gun on his belt, and sat down.He said: "Let's have a showdown!" diamond said: "What's the deal?" Ding Gouer said: "What are you pretending to be stupid about?" Kim said: "I'm not confused, I'm sad." Ding said: "What are you sad about?" gold: "I feel sad that a scum like you has appeared in the ranks of our party cadres!" Ding: "I'm a scum, I seduced your wife, I'm a scum, but some people actually cook and eat children! They're not even human! They're beasts!" "Hahaha..." Diamond Diamond clapped his palms and laughed, and said after the laugh stopped, "This is really a fantasy, there is indeed a famous dish full of imagination and creativity in the city of Liquor Country, and the superiors have eaten it, and you have also eaten it. If we are man-eating beasts, then you are also man-eating beasts!" Ding Gou'er sneered and said: "If you have no ghosts in your heart, why set up such a beauty trick to earn me?" Diamond said angrily: "Only those bastards in your procuratorate have such evil imaginations! Now, I would like to convey to you the opinions of our municipal party committee and government leaders: Senior scout Ding Gou'er is welcome to investigate in our city, and our city is willing to provide all conveniences." ." Ding Gouer said: "You could actually stop my investigation." Diamond Diamond patted his pocket and said: "Actually, to be precise, the two of you are colluding. Although your behavior is indecent, you have not violated the law. Although I can make you crawl back like a dog immediately, personal interests are subject to the interests of the whole. I will not stop you from continuing to implement your task." Diamond opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of Moutai, unscrewed the lid, and poured two glasses, which happened to be dry.He pushed a cup in front of Ding Gouer, picked it up himself, and said, "Cheers to your victory in the investigation!" After finishing speaking, he touched Ding Gouer's cup with his own cup, raised his neck, and poured out the half catty of Moutai. The wine was drained in one gulp.He held up an empty cup, sucked his cheeks, stared at Ding Gou'er with piercing eyes. Seeing his cheeks twitching, Ding Gou'er couldn't help but get angry, picked up the wine glass, and gulped it down regardless of life or death. "Okay!" Diamond cheered, "This is a man!" He took out a bunch of wine from the wine cabinet, all of which were famous brands.Pointing to the wine, he said, "I'll compete with you!" He opened the bottle and poured the wine very deftly. "Whoever doesn't drink is a son of a bitch!" He twitched his cheeks, throwing away his refined demeanor, with a drunken air on his face, "Do you dare to drink?" He asked challengingly, his cheeks twitched and his neck was exhausted. "Some people would rather be a son of a bitch than drink!" "Who says I won't drink?" Ding Gou'er picked up his cup and gulped it down.A skylight was opened on his skull, and his consciousness turned into a demon butterfly, as big as a round fan, dancing under the light, "Drink..., fuck your mother, drink up your Liquor Country..." He saw his The hand was as big as a futon, with densely packed fingers, reaching for the wine bottle. The wine bottle was as small as an iron nail, like an embroidery needle, and suddenly enlarged several times, like an iron barrel, like a mallet.The lights change and the butterflies flutter.Only the twitching cheeks can be seen clearly.drink!The wine is as smooth as honey.The sensation on the tongue and esophagus is too good to express in words.drink!He couldn't wait to inhale the wine.It felt good to see the clear fluid bubbling down the tortuous brown esophagus.His senses flew along the walls. The diamond swims slowly in the light, and suddenly accelerates like a shooting star.His expression is like a sharp knife, splitting the golden yellow in the room out of the gaps, and he swims freely in these gaps.Then he disappeared. The colorful butterfly seemed to be tired, and its wings were getting heavier and heavier, as if they were wet with dew.Finally, it landed on the metal support of the chandelier, shaking its tentacles sadly, watching its carcass fall heavily to the floor. two Teacher Mo Yan: I haven't received your reply for a long time, and I feel uneasy.Is it because I got carried away in my last letter and uttered wild words, which displeased you?If this is the case, the students are fearful, trembling, and dare not sweat, and they deserve to die.Teacher, "Adults don't see the villain's fault, and the prime minister runs a ship in his belly", don't be as knowledgeable as my child, no matter what, I don't want to lose the teacher's love for me.From now on, I will obey the teacher in everything, and never dare to make excuses, and never dare to mess around again. If you think that "Dragon and Phoenix Showing Prosperity" has a liberal tendency, I will immediately remove it from "Donkey Street".I can also go to Yichi Restaurant to find Boss Jin and ask him to remove this dish from the menu.A few days ago, I told him about you, and his eyes lit up.He asked me: Is it the one who wrote "Red Sorghum"?I said yes, it was him, my teacher.He said: Your teacher is a "true hooligan who matches his words and deeds", and I value him very much.I said you guy, how dare you say my teacher is a hooligan?He said: This is my high evaluation of him.In an age of "sanctified hypocrites" all over the world, "true hooligans who walk the talk" are as precious as gold.Teacher, for unusual people, you can't use ordinary theories. This Mr. Yichi is weird and unpredictable. His words are abrupt and rude. I hope you don't take offense. I told him about asking you to help him write a biography, and he was very happy, saying: Only Mo Yan deserves me to write a biography.I asked why, and he replied: Mo Yan and I are of the same breed.I retorted: Teacher Mo Yan was a famous young writer for a while, how dare you, a little dwarf, be compared with him?He sneered and said: To say that he is the same as me is a big flattery to him.How many people want to be like me and still can't get it! Teacher, I hope you don't have the same knowledge as him. These days, everything is upside down. Even the host of the TV station in our Liquorland City, who is known as "the most beautiful woman in Liquorland", went to sleep with him. It can be seen that he Very capable.He is rich but not famous, and you are famous but not rich, just to complement each other.The teacher doesn't have to pretend to be lofty, just make a deal with him.He said that as long as you write his biography, he will never treat you badly.Teacher, the students suggest that you take over the job, first earn tens of thousands of RMB, and change the appearance of poverty and backwardness.What's more, Yu Yichi is extraordinary, and you are very interested in him.An ugly monster with a height of more than a foot, actually vowed to "fuck all the beauties in the wine country" and he has almost fucked it. It will surely become an immortal work.Yu Yichi said, as long as you are willing to write a biography for him, please come to the country of wine. He is willing to provide you with all conveniences. You can live in a high-end hotel, drink fine nectar, eat delicacies, smoke famous cigarettes, He sipped tea all the time, and he even said to me furtively: If he has other hobbies, we will try our best to satisfy them.Teacher, if you think the interview is hard, I am willing to do it for you.Such a good thing is hard to find even with a lantern, please don't hesitate anymore, teacher. Teacher, in order to further mobilize your enthusiasm and make you feel that Yu Yichi is a typical good guy, I specially wrote a documentary novel titled "One Foot Hero" for the teacher to criticize.If the teacher decides to come to the country of wine to write a biography for him, there is no need to recommend this novel to others. Students have received your great kindness and cannot repay it. Consider this article as a small gift from me! Congratulations Pen health! Student: Li Yidou three Brother Yidou: Received letters and "documentary novels" "One Foot Hero". I appreciate your candor in your last letter, so don't worry too much.I am late in replying because I have been out of town for a while.There is no news about several of your novels, please wait patiently. "Longfengchengxiang" is just a dish, and it has no class attributes, let alone the problem of "liberalization".So there is no need to remove it from "Donkey Street", let alone remove it from the menu of Yichi Restaurant. One day when I go to the wine country, I still want to taste this world-class delicacy. What if I remove it!In addition, since these things have such high edible value, it would be a pity and stupid not to eat them, and since they are to be eaten, there is probably no more civilized way to eat them than "dragon and phoenix present auspiciousness".Even if you want to take it off the menu, Boss Yu will not agree. The character Yu Yichi is getting more and more interesting to me.To write his biography, I agree in principle.As for the remuneration, he can do whatever he wants.If he gives more, I want more; if he gives less, I want less; if he doesn't give, I don't want it.What attracts me to write his biography is not money, but his legendary experience.I vaguely feel that this Yu Yichi is the soul of your Jiuguo City, and he embodies a spirit of the times.He is half an angel and half a devil, revealing the spiritual world of this character may be my great contribution to literature.You can tell Mr. Yichi to let him know my preconceived evaluation of him. The masterpiece "One Foot Hero" is really not flattering.You said this is a documentary novel, but I think it is a bunch of offal, like the donkey offal in Yichi Hotel.Here are the letters you wrote to me, "The Record of Miraculous Events in the Country of Wine", and Yu Yichi's nonsense.Too wild, too unrestrained.Years ago people criticized me for my intemperance, but compared to your intemperance, I am too temperate.Now is an era of strict rules, and the same is true for writing novels, so I don't think I will send this manuscript to "National Literature"--it is also a free gift--stay with me for a while, and return it to you when I go to Liquor Country.I will refer to the materials in the article, thank you for your kindness. In addition, do you have "Wonderful Events in the Wine Country"?If so, please send it to me quickly. If you are afraid of losing it, you can make a copy for me, and I will send you the copy fee. That is to say Shi Sui! Mo Yan