Chapter 8 Two black eyeballs with white fears

After I went to middle school, pimples appeared on my face, beard stubble grew on my mouth, and flesh bumps grew on my throat. It can be regarded as participating in adult society, and fighting has an adult color. There have been countless poets and writers who are angry and angry, and Yiqing has become a world of people, grown up fools, let's not join in the fun, but when people grow up, it's really not fun, especially when it comes to fighting. matter. When you were in elementary school, you fought as soon as you said you would fight, and after middle school, you stopped fighting as soon as you talked about it.

For a small reason, the two of them reached out to compete and it was enough.But, unfortunately, I said "you wait", and then I started to solicit sponsors everywhere. Whether it is human heads or weapons and equipment, it is enough for a large-scale war, but the more people are pulled, the more people who don't want to fight. There are more and more people who are acquainted with each other. Looking back, it turns out that the reason for the fight is so insignificant, and it can't be fought if anyone loses face, so in the end it doesn't matter. At this time, the real charm of fighting lies in the steadfastness after the appointment, the tension before the fight, the tongue, sword and lip gun when persuading the fight, the interlacing of wine and chips after the breakup, the righteousness when we meet again in the future, and the fighting side by side when we fight again.This cycle goes on and on, and the ranks of pacifists grow stronger and stronger.

Apple prices are not as high as before Maybe it tastes bad now like that color tv just got more fancy Fewer and fewer people can distinguish between black and white Damn, the cost of fighting is getting higher and higher, no matter in terms of time or money, the success rate of fighting is getting lower and lower, so I can only live a dry addiction, such as stabbing someone else in the imagination Take the risk, beat others all over the floor in bragging. It's like our dreams, which provide infinite possibilities of life, but the poor ones are really realized. Why do you think people have dreams?

Because the reality is just too tedious.If you work hard, you can only live out six tricks at most, but in your imagination, you can experience at least sixty-six. The woman you love deeply but cannot love each other, the road you step on but can't get off, the passion you brew but can't release, all meet you in your dreams. God is so merciful, let you at least have dreams, so that you will not be suffocated in reality. The success rate of fighting is getting lower and lower, because the consequences of fighting are getting heavier, and no one can afford it.When I was a child, I wished that my broken arm could grow back like a gecko, but when I grew up, the slight focus on my hand might be a lifelong mark. Everyone felt that I couldn’t play anymore, so I found it under the steps. unanimous wish.

One of the more dangerous fights I experienced occurred when trying to persuade a fight.Man is a kind of cheap animal. Many friends belong to that kind of person who goes crazy. The more you persuade him, the more energetic he is.The pig I was persuading held a knife in his hand. The more others persuaded him, the more he gestured, and his strength increased as the number of people pulling him increased. When he saw that the people who were persuading him stretched out their hands to pull him, they all opened their mouths. Begging him, there is no more backup force, so he gave up and put away the knife.

Everyone was introducing each other and saying something like "Jiu Yang", when suddenly someone shouted at me: "Your neck!" I touched it with my hand, and it was bloody, and I didn't know when it was hung. This wound later became my capital to show off, because the distance from the right carotid artery was less than five centimeters, and anyone who saw it would gasp. But at that time, I was left with a fear, and since then I have been particularly annoyed by the kind of people who yell not to fight for a long time, and bluff when they see many people. The real pleasure of fighting is when you lose your mind and shoot wildly, your eyes are red, your teeth are gritted, you don't know the pain, you don't know the severity, your whole body is trembling with excitement.Once, my brothers and I chased and beat someone up, and the more we fought, the more enjoyable it became.At this time, people are even more beasts than beasts, because that animal nature is a long-suppressed old wine, and what is displayed can hardly be called animal nature, but human nature.

In his novel, Wang Shuo bragged about how a group of little brats restrained the black boss with their own bravery, because the boss knew that this kind of kid who didn't know how to deal with them was the worst thing to mess with.But who knows the fear of a child's shit when he faces the boss of the rivers and lakes? When I was in high school, Wang Xiaoyan, who lived in the dormitory opposite to me, went to take a shower in a nearby chemical factory, offended a group of people, and was chased by them, pestering me for several days.At that time, I was in the disgust of this kind of people who know that they are sticky when they don't want to fight. In addition, the people in their dormitory were silent, and when they saw those people coming, they hid out and left Wang Xiaoyan there alone, and they were very moved. Sex, pretending to have something to enter their dormitory—but if I write a novel, it will be that I just push the door in—listen to them for a while, and then say: "What the hell are you going to do? Do you want to beat him up, or Want him to lose money?"

These few sentences are actually quite decent, but I really mustered all the courage to say them——if I want to write a novel, I will conceive a few more decent sentences. I can't remember what they said, anyway, after they left, I immediately got a piece of information that they knew "San'er" very well, and this San'er was a famous character in Eighth Street. For several days since then, I have not had a good night's sleep. I always think about how I was tortured and destroyed by them. My heart trembles in all kinds of horrible fantasies. The sweat in my palms has never been broken. thought.

When I saw San'er, I got to know him through the introduction of Guozi from our class, and the incident at the chemical plant had long been settled. Although Guo Zi is a student, his father is the commander of an airborne division of a certain group army, and he can command thousands of troops. He is the son of a division commander for short, "Master", and no one dares to disrespect him.Guo Zite admired my academic performance, especially mathematics, and almost all exams are full marks.The rise of a nation depends on strength, and so do I.Knowledge changes destiny, I am. I don't know if it's an honor or a disgrace to say such a thing, anyway, after Guo Zi's grand launch, San'er regards me as a brother.

There are four brothers in San'er's family, all of whom belong to the people who hang around on the street.He opened a restaurant by himself, but the Chinese restaurants 20 years ago just sold fried pancakes, steamed dumplings, egg soup, etc., so it wasn't very promising.The second brother of his family works as a cook in the canteen of our school. After his introduction, I have been queuing at the window of the second brother to buy food since then. Obviously, their family's reputation is not based on their rough cooking skills, but on the hard work and the face bought by generous donations.

Not long after I met San’er, he gave me a handwritten copy of “The Heart of a Girl”, which was copied from the “Work Diary” with a 64-carat iron-gray cover, and the title page used Paul Korchagin’s very famous passage. The famous "A person's life is only once..." to deceive people's eyes and ears is quite appropriate. The content of "Girl's Heart" can be found all over the world today, but this small book is of great significance. It is it that made a few junior high school students in the Fifth Middle School have their first collective sexual experience (the official term is collective adultery), which caused a sensation.Somehow, this little book ended up in San'er's hands, and finally into my hands.I have kept it until now, and it can be regarded as a specimen of folk language. When I graduated from high school, San'er held a grand wedding.This wedding is very exciting to me. First, his bride is extremely beautiful. He has just introduced an ice cream production line and is making a lot of money every day. After I went to college, I saw Zhou Xiaowen's "The Last Crazy" and found out that Liu Xiaoning played a police officer. She looks like San'er, and the criminal mistress played by Jin Lili is very similar to San'er's wife. Why do flowers have to be inserted into the most filthy dung?I can't even figure it out.The second is that there are many dignified people at the wedding banquet, but these people feel dignified because they can attend San'er's wedding. Many policemen also said, "If you have anything to do in the future, just call me." One family, I know why it is so difficult to eradicate those rogue and evil forces.