Chapter 2 Prologue Subway and Cranky

In Guiyuan Study Room Burning Books on September 21, 2012 Doomsday Xiangxi Flights Journey to the West Moral implication and all that, arrest, exile, shoot." I've always thought of this as an extremely powerful attitude in writing, one that scares away all sitting critics and leaves only readers looking for some fun. Writing this kind of thing is purely accidental for me.The original purpose was just for fun; and the current purpose is also for fun. As for the effects and feelings derived from the article itself, to be honest, it is just a by-product. I am a person who likes to think wildly. Although fantasies are unproductive, they can neither keep up with the current situation and promote the construction of spiritual civilization, nor can they be beneficial to the world, and have no practical significance. I still like it.

It is a kind of mental relaxation, radio gymnastics in the mind.It is quite pleasant to close your eyes and let hundreds of millions of neurons run in the back groove of the cerebral cortex.Sometimes even if there is no groove in the cortex, they can find one for you-modern science shows that the more grooves in the brain, the smarter a person is; the smarter a person is, the easier it is to do stupid things. Someone once asked: You can always come up with weird ideas, how do you come up with them?My answer is: these things are not figured out, they are some arrogant wild cats, when you try to get close, these guys will hide in the bushes and do not show up; when you are doing other things, they are slow Sneak out and rub your pants.So the time to think about it is not at the desk or in front of the computer, but when waiting for the subway, traffic jam or sitting on the toilet with constipation.When a person falls into emptiness and boredom, it is the best time to fantasize.

Of these places most suitable for fantasy, the subway is the most interesting.In a traffic jam, there is only one driver with you; even more so, you are alone on the toilet—I don’t think anyone likes that there are people watching at this time—but the subway is different.You are in close contact with all kinds of people, like a small society, which contains a lot of information, and surprises may be discovered at any time. When I took the subway, the trains were often overcrowded. Not only were there no seats, there was no room to stretch out your arms for your phone or PSP.In this situation, the only thing that can move is the brain.I will carefully observe the people around me, imagining the hidden stories in them and their lives after leaving the subway.

For example, the plainly dressed and thin uncle on the right.Maybe after he left the subway, he found a place where no one was around, changed into a tights, put his underwear on his head, and then flew across the city to clean up the streets and alleys.Or the fair-skinned teenager on the left in a baseball cap and Adidas track suit.He is an alien, in order to gain an in-depth understanding of the lives of people on earth, he specially disguised himself as he is now.He may have completed his mission and is embarking on a journey back to his home planet, but because of the earnest eyes of the beautiful female manager of the baseball team, he still resolutely stayed on Earth.

As for the subway we take, who can guarantee that it will arrive at an ordinary subway station instead of a huge military fortress under the city?In the fortress there is a cannon that uses the soul as a cannonball, and its muzzle is aimed at the moon.Every unfortunate subway passenger is sent into the muzzle to donate his soul to bombard the rabbit demons on the moon.Even the subway itself may not be a subway, but a train.It occasionally fell to the ground, and was transformed into a subway section by the scientists who picked it up. It walked through the dark tunnel every day, transporting passengers from one end of the city to the other, without a single day of rest.Only after the subway stopped running at 11 o'clock in the evening, could the dragon stop its exhausted body, climb out from the opening of the tunnel, and raise its head to look at the long-lost sky.

I just sat in the subway, walking through the heart of the city, watching the passengers, thinking about their unreliable stories, until I reached the end of my journey-what a wonderful thing. These short stories in this book were almost all conceived in the subway.I even remember the process of their birth—those familiar scenes and details of passengers turned into countless sperms pouring into my brain, which suddenly fertilized the cortex, the area of ​​the brain responsible for cranky thinking, and burst out a series of strong bioelectricity, bringing incomparable pleasure .This bioelectricity drove me to speed up my pace, go home, and use the computer screen and keyboard to deliver this naughty guy word by word.When the pleasure disappeared and the whole person lay down on the bed tiredly, a complete article was already lying on the screen.

This feeling is like many people making a real child, the process is often the most enjoyable, and the child born is just an accident.