Chapter 10 you can't pee that high forever

you can't pee that high forever Feng Tang Feng Tang @ 2007-12-18 21:37:19 My personal history of Valentine's Day can be clearly divided into three phases. Before I went to university, I read "The Monk of the Lantern Grass", "San Yan" and "Er Pai" in photocopied versions. My mind is no longer pure, but my body is still pure. Apart from self-touching, the virginity is still hard. According to the theory of Chinese medicine , My morning urine can barely count as traditional Chinese medicine, there is no contact between men and women, and Valentine's Day has never been celebrated.

It's not that I'm not interested in men and women, but I'm very interested.First of all, there were very few things that could be called hobbies at the time.In the 1980s, China was basically a mutant utopia. Everyone was poor, and if they had money, they had no place to spend it.There are no video games, no Internet cafes, no hypermarkets, no gyms, no bookstores, no discos, no boiled fish, no quasi-erotic places in the name of washing the body, almost no one practices calligraphy, and tai chi is basically No one knows it anymore. Assembling a mineral radio or an alarm clock is basically tired of playing in elementary and junior high schools. The hobbies of the boys tend to be instinctive, fighting, smoking, men and women.Second, these instinctive hobbies are usually very simple.For example, in a fight, it is best to have a guy, one inch long and one inch stronger.The second is to run away if you can't beat it, first to save your life and then your face.The second thing is to protect your head when you are stuffed in a corner. A broken leg is easy to connect, and a broken head is hard to repair.These are not all fools understand.For example, smoking, the more expensive the cigarette, the better. Don't smoke in the caves around the school, don't smoke in the toilet, don't hide the cigarette case in your trouser pocket, otherwise it will be easy for the teacher to find out. All fools understand.Only men and women stood tall in their hearts. After studying "Physical Hygiene" carefully, they still didn't understand.Why is she the only one who is fragrant, while other women are almost like men?Why did she smile casually, and the wind blew from under the soles of my feet, while the other women remained motionless like grass, trees, fish and insects?Before getting into bed, occasionally, I look at my body, thin and long, cold, empty, and strange in a trance, as if looking at a horse five meters away. I ride it every day, but I don’t know its shape. Temperament, I don't know what it is going to do.Occasionally, I think, one of the great motivations for growing up is that after growing up, smoking is legal, men and women are legal, and on New Year’s Eve, there will be no runny nose and flashing thunder, and within a few days after the Spring Festival, you can pick a girl for Valentine’s Day .

Before asking for a wife, I went to college for ten years.Puberty was artificially prolonged, and the people coming and going on Dongdan and Wangfujing streets became more and more foreign. The vegetables in the cafeteria were always mainly cabbage, and there was never enough meat. I almost became a poet.At that time, I thought that writing poems was like pressing acupuncture points and riding a bicycle. It would not be difficult at all after mastering it, and I would never forget it for the rest of my life.For example, one of my senior sisters, her younger brother likes to do everything except earning money, especially art, and uses various methods to spend his sister's little living expenses.On Valentine's Day, he gave his sister a card with a poem on it: "Sister, I don't care about human beings tonight, I only think about you." (From Haizi's poem) My senior sister said that for this poem, everything is worth it.I said, although I have lied to people all my life, tonight, I will only tell you the truth.Although everyone praises your beauty, your beauty in my eyes is something no one else has ever seen.I said, you eat this kind of routine, silly?

In the past ten years, I have roughly looked through the quintessence of our country according to the "Concise Catalog of Siku Quanshu". ", add up to no more than a hundred kinds.In the past ten years, when I was learning gross anatomy, I was given half a female corpse, who died of starvation on the streets of a big city in three years of natural disasters, without illness or disaster, and was very clean.From the skeleton to the nervous system, we have taken a look at it.I also learned everything from general anatomy to histology to physiology and biochemistry, and passed the exams.In the past ten years, I have seen all kinds of human problems, from viral infections to autoimmune diseases that I can't get through with myself.When he was studying the urological system, the male professor who looked like an aunt hung the egg bag models he collected in a row in front of the classroom. Later, he got brain cancer and died four months later.Mom, after ten years, I still don't understand the relationship between men and women.

Due to the excessive regularity of university life in the past ten years, time does not seem to be linear.In retrospect, it is often jumbled back and forth, upside down, like a four-dimensional maze.Every time I recall, Valentine’s Day is a good clue. If I remember who I spent Valentine’s Day with in a certain year, the chores before and after Valentine’s Day will slowly appear, like the bubbles spit out by fish in a pond, with A faint fishy smell. At that time, I generally didn’t buy chocolates. The domestic ones were too unpalatable and the imported ones were too expensive. A box was basically my living expenses for a week.I usually don’t buy flowers. On Valentine’s Day, a rose is more expensive than a pig’s trotter, and a dozen roses are enough to buy a Jinhua ham.Only bought flowers twice.For the first time, I wanted to use dye to dye the roses blue, and walked on the street on Valentine's Day holding them up. Compared with the surrounding red roses, they looked like evil cunts among fools.It didn't work out, my hands were stained blue, and it took half a month for the color to fade.The second time was for my first love. Counting from the first time I saw her, I have endured it for many years.At that time, I had a premonition, seeing her faint fighting spirit, that Valentine's Day that year should be the last Valentine's Day I spent with her.I made an appointment with her, bought a rose and went to her house to pick her up for dinner.The rose is said to be imported, and the thorns are big and hard. I picked a place without thorns and held it up, waiting for her in a building opposite her house.It was very cold and I wore two pairs of socks, but I still felt like I was slowly losing the feel of my toes.The air blown out was all white, condensed into fine pieces of ice in mid-air, and fell to the feet.On the left front of the entrance of the building, there is an old lady selling newspapers while looking at a public phone. She has thick cotton gloves in her left hand and thin woolen gloves in her right hand. She holds newspapers with her left hand and counts money with her right hand.When my first love ran out of her cave, it looked dark and small from a distance, and in an instant, within a breath of white air, it came to my feet.My first love was wrapped very tightly, like a bear, like a zongzi, like a dumpling.Her hair had just been washed, smelled of artificial lemons, was half wet, and looked particularly black. On the ends of her hair far away from her face, icicles froze and flickered under the street lamp. "Why did the hair come out without drying?" I asked. "I'm afraid you'll freeze to death," she said.When she saw the roses, she couldn't help being happy, the kind of happiness that she saw when she saw a fool. "Why don't you write poems to fill your numbers?" she asked. "The poet's end was too miserable. Gu Cheng went crazy, Hai Zi fell on the train, and Luo Yihe died of massive cerebral hemorrhage." I said.When I hugged her, I felt the smell of artificial lemon was really good, and the ice on the ends of her hair was sandwiched between the two faces, and it quickly melted.I can't touch her bones, I can't see her eyes, I feel her body leaning towards me, and I see her right hand behind her back, without gloves, holding that branch of imported roses, the big head of the flower face down.

Later, she told me that she was married for the first time many years after that Valentine's Day, and remained a virgin until the marriage. "Why keep it, isn't it red wine?" I said. "Do you think I'm sick?" she asked. "I major in internal medicine, but I don't know much about surgery," I said. After having a wife, Valentine's Day becomes very ambiguous.By definition, this festival cannot be spent with my wife.According to human nature, you can't spend this festival with your wife.The basic purpose of setting up festivals is to distinguish them from everyday life.When I was studying zoology, I saw a video of a foreign country, not the dubbing by Mr. Zhao, a kind of turn-horn antelope, who only had sex on one day a year, twelve times a day, and tried to be as different as possible with different females each time.During that day, if a female saiga that had already fucked him came up again, he would try to kick her away with all his might.According to social morality, this festival cannot be spent with non-wives, otherwise it is easy to quarrel and not harmonious.It's not that there are no touches from non-wives.The Tang Monk in his crotch is still fat, and it is extremely rare to meet the bone demon, wearing a chicken yellow sweater, and the skin and flesh on his nose wrinkle when he laughs.Greed, hatred and ignorance, precepts, concentration and wisdom, pick up, put down, put down, pick up.The last thing Tang Seng said was "You don't know that I am a bad person, right? Even though the bad person decides to live in this life, he will let you go." (From Ye Sanshi's "Fourteen Lines of Bad People")

A friend of mine lives in Beijing.At the turn of the last spring and summer in the 1980s, I went to places I shouldn't have gone and said things I shouldn't have said.Since then, in the few days at the turn of spring and summer every year, someone escorted him to fly back to his hometown in Leshan, Sichuan for free, and after those days, escorted him to fly back to Beijing for free, ensuring that he would not go to those places that he should not go. The place.After getting used to it, every February 14th, he would also turn off his mobile phone, give it to his wife, and be escorted by his wife to her natal home.Therefore, after having a wife, it's best to be like this, and Valentine's Day is basically nothing.

In short, like all things, like all times, like all human beings, when you pee high, you don't have a container, and when you have a container, you can't pee high anymore.Touch today and live in the future.