Chapter 39 soaring by day

soaring by day Feng Tang I haven't done any research, but I think that in mainland China, massage, a great activity unique to human beings, is a relatively new thing.It should be in the late 1980s and early 1990s, from the capitalist system of Hong Kong to the reform and opening up of Shenzhen, and then from Shenzhen to the coastal areas from the late 1990s to the early 21st century, until now the whole country has touched it. At least I didn't have a massage when I was a child, and there was basically no need for it at that time.Personally, I think there are two prerequisites for the prosperity of formal massage: first, the emergence and popularization of personal computers, which are the biggest monsters in human society.The second is the sharp increase in personal pressure after urbanization and marketization.In the entire animal kingdom and plant kingdom, only after humans have computers, can they sit in front of a tablet with their shoulders up, their waists arched, and their necks twisted for a long time, and their two front paws slammed wildly.People's psychological pressure usually also slowly damages the muscles in the dark through the form of their own muscles competing with their own muscles.One proof of the relatively short history of massage is that the publisher Zhang Lixian believes very sincerely that heterosexual massage is to touch the opposite sex after you pay the money.On the one hand, it shows that he eats men and women in his heart. On the other hand, his non-penis body was not hungry and thirsty at that time.Another piece of evidence is my dad.He doesn't know how to use a computer and has operated CNC machine tools all his life.I dragged him to a massage, and when the masseuse's hands were heavy, my dad asked, "Why did you hit me?" When the technique slowed down, my dad shouted, "Don't scratch me."Before the popularization of computers, before urbanization and marketization, the only ancient people who needed massage were probably Zen masters.They had been meditating in front of a wall for a long time, and their muscles were severely calcified, so they were cremated after death, with many relics.

My first massage was ten years later than early.For three years in high school, I lit candles to read English novels after the lights were turned off at ten o'clock, which ruined my ancestral good eyesight.Eighty hours of work per week ruined my ancestral good spine, cervical pain, thoracic pain, lumbar pain, sacral pain, coccyx pain, and lumpy muscle strain and muscle calcification on both sides of the spine. It is two strings of iron broad beans.After working for two years, whenever I press it, it is hard, painful and sore.When I eat with people I don’t know well, I have to declare in advance that my shoulders and back are not good. When I eat, I touch the above-mentioned parts of myself occasionally, which is not a sign of mental illness. Don’t be afraid.Finally someone couldn't bear it and took me to a massage.It was a beautiful night, much better than the first night.At the beginning of the night, it was as if a person was standing alone in a strange garden with a stick for beating a dog. He didn’t know if there was a dog, or when the dog would come, or whether to beat the dog after it came, left and right. Looking up and down, looking back and forth, thinking about the stars in the sky, the aunts of the neighborhood committee on the street, and reading for the rise of China, people will soon become confused.The masseuse who gave me the first massage was a beautiful young man with strength, accurate acupoint recognition, a pair of big meaty hands, and a thumb bigger than my buttocks.My height of 1.8 meters, under his huge fleshy hands, quickly melted, like cement, like crystal jellybean, flowing like molten steel, and quickly returned to the embryonic state with a length of 1.8 centimeters, curled up, quiet, with petite and exquisite ears .When I went out, each joint capsule was stretched, and a lotus-shaped cloud of five colors appeared under my feet, and my body was 20 catties lighter.I dragged the miscellaneous trees in the green belt, for fear that I would soar in the daytime.

But since then, the massage effect has become worse and worse, and the body needs more and more massage intensity and frequency. I don’t know if it’s because my shoulders are getting worse or because people’s ability to adapt to beautiful things is the same as their ability to endure suffering. huge.I am now thinking whether to buy a massage chair or come out as a whole child, chubby, able to sit at seven months, crawl at eight months, with dozens of pounds of tender meat moving around on my back.