Chapter 17 Looking for a new man in the mirror

When I got up in the morning, I bravely yelled in the mirror: "Hey! Start today, be a new man!" In the mirror, a watermelon appeared. watermelon? What does a watermelon have to do with a new man? What do cats have to do with chewing gum? I thought about it for a long time, thinking about it when I was squeezing toothpaste, thinking about it when I was massaging my scalp, and I just thought of a porn movie I watched for a long time-a few big boys went to the countryside to play, and they felt bored at night , I stole a big watermelon from the field, dug a hole in the watermelon, a few people didn't know what happened to the watermelon, and messed it up.

"It's really innocent." Watermelon must think so. maybe.Maybe watermelons are a novelty? "Always being eaten", this makes the watermelon feel tired. As for the boys in the movie, I don't remember whether they ate that watermelon later. So - your neck is probably already bent, your jaw is inward and your eyes are looking up, like a student when they hear the teacher is about to give away a test question. My toothbrush is stuck in the cup curvedly, and it is the same expression. My toothpaste was squeezed into a cobra standing pose, and I also made this expression.

So—"Is it about the new man's mate-of-choice mentality?" "no." "So, is it about the mindset of new men watching pornography?" "no." "Uh... so... about the life of the 'new man'..." "It's just demonstrating how a new man thinks, fool!" Later, the interview was published—— (…More than 50% of the interviewees said: New men must respect the feelings of their sexual partners, not like treating a watermelon. In addition, 36% of the interviewees said: New men must respect the feelings of their sexual partners. So watching pornographic videos is to confirm that the male-centered porn industry is no longer completely exploiting women as a means, but also consider various animals and plants, melons and fruits, frozen foods...)

When I got up in the morning, I bravely yelled in the mirror: "Hey! Start today and be a new man!" In the mirror, Haruki Murakami appeared. Haruki Murakami? "Knock knock" I knocked on the mirror: "Hey, are you sure it's not Calvino?" "I'm afraid not," replied the mirror. "And not Philip Dick?" "I'm afraid not." The mirror still responded with the restraint and serenity of a British butler on the verge of collapse. "Not Marshall Emme?" "Not Peter Carey?" "Not Hirsch Herman? Not Manuel Puig? Not Jorge Evagen Gordia? Not Isvarna? William Boroff? Genichiro Takahashi? Neither???"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid not." The mirror replied: "Besides, most of the writers you mentioned are unwilling to appear in other people's bathroom mirrors so early." "So... are you sure? Is it really Haruki Murakami?" "Very sure." "Okay." I patted the mirror's shoulder reassuringly, and turned to look at Haruki Murakami who looked very bored in the mirror. "Mr. Murakami, what do you think of the 'new man'?" "I can't figure it out. There are many things that I still can't figure out when I'm old." The writer in the mirror replied grumblingly, as if he was not in front of me, but a ball of egg-shaped white gas, encouraging him Go back to sleep like that.

"Hmm." I knew which novel of his this answer came from. "So, what do new men think of girls?" "Actually, among young girls, nine out of ten are the embodiment of boredom." In the mirror, Haruki Murakami seemed very absent-minded, probably using a pot of fantasy, filled with water of fantasy, and boiling a whole handful of water. Fantastic pasta bar. "Well, that's great." I also know which novel this sentence comes from. "So, do new men have any principles when it comes to choosing a sexual partner?" "I don't think about the gopher who gave me sunglasses, or the elephant wearing high heels." In the mirror, Haruki Murakami looked more bored, like a golf expert and a novice That look when you're forming a group.

So, I decided it was best not to ask him about his relationship with kangaroos and sea donkeys, and let him go back to sleep. "That's it, thank you for your opinion on the new man." "Oh, that's it." Haruki Murakami in the mirror said goodbye to me, still quoting a sentence from his novel: "I believe that one day, I will meet myself in a wonderful place in a distant world..." Haruki Murakami disappeared from the mirror. Haruki Murakami? Haruki Murakami talks about "new man"? How about it?Is there anything wrong?I've double-checked with the mirror.Not Haruki Murakami, could it be Hemingway?

Could it be Dostoevsky?laugh! Show yourself in the mirror? When I got up in the morning, I bravely yelled in the mirror: "Hey! Start today, be a new man!" In the mirror, I appeared myself. Myself? ? Suddenly, the frame of the mirror turned into the tooth-like white edge of a postage stamp, and my face was flattened, like an underfed prisoner, with a "bump"—hit on the nose by the postmark of "New Man" , change flat. Innocent watermelon, watermelon without gender stereotypes, highly stylized yet natural watermelon, watermelon that borders on vulgarity and turns out to be pretty and sweet.

The loose Murakami, the free-spirited Murakami, the smart Murakami who thinks it is troublesome to be smart, the Murakami who says he is old will grow old, and the Murakami who says he is young will be young. It turns out that they are all stamps that will also be stamped heavily by the postmark. "Hey! Be brave, and be brave!" All three of us had this realization. Neither afraid of the tongue gently licking the back, nor afraid of the postmark poking from the front.