Chapter 43 erotic

erotic Feng Tang Among the cranial nerves, the olfactory nerve ranks first and is the oldest. In the evolutionary history of God's manipulation of creatures, it was created by him very early.The olfactory nerve leads directly to the area of ​​the brain responsible for sexual desire, and contains many unreasonable information processing modes.Two people, if they have different outlooks on life and the world, can still discuss, seek common ground while reserving differences, and reread junior high school physics and the "Diamond Sutra" together, but if they can't bear each other's taste, they are destined to have no fate in this life.

Among the things invented by human beings, language is the weirdest, more important than fire, wheels, and compass.The combination of two or three characters can easily take you to heaven and earth at a specific time and place, such as carcass, such as erotic palace.The erotic palace always gives me unlimited imagination.Spring, stinging sting, first rain, elm leaves and plum blossoms, poplar flowers and catkins all over the sky, cotton-padded jackets can no longer be worn, and the little bugs in my heart are crawling away in Ren Du's veins.Palaces, flying eaves, hidden feelings, immortals riding chickens, turrets in the Forbidden City, Baiyujing in the sky, five floors and twelve cities, one thousand and one nights, Sima Qian's crotch is gone.

But my imagination cannot constitute a picture, I grew up in an age without pictures. Before junior high school, it was not the socialism of the market economy. My only image memory related to eroticism came from the toilet.In our elementary school, a thin girl with clumsy hands and feet fell into the toilet. She was startled and smelly, developed a high fever, developed pneumonia, and almost died.The toilet is remodeled, with the toilet, the hands have gained more freedom, and each toilet has a door to cut off the view, and the creation has more privacy.I've seen at least three versions of the future of my penis and at least five versions of the crotch-down view of the tough headmistress behind the toilet door.I used to firmly believe that every adult man rode a medium-sized dinosaur under his crotch, and every sturdy woman hid a Kuomintang scum hole under his crotch.

After entering junior high school, I began to drink Coca-Cola, and ancient book publishing houses began to photocopy bad books from the feudal society, such as Feng Menglong's "San Yan", Ling Mengchu's "Er Pai", Ming and Qing Dynasties including "Guang Zhier", " Collection of Ming and Qing Folk Songs".The photocopied full version is very expensive, more than 20 yuan for a set.At that time, I was free to eat lunch in the cafeteria for 8 yuan a month. After my mother raised her salary, it cost more than 80 yuan a month.Moreover, the books were kept under strict supervision by the clerks of Xinhua Bookstore, and they were placed on the top shelf of the bookshelf where they gathered and chatted, wrapped in plastic paper, and they were not allowed to open and read if they were not bought.My mother and I said that when Lu Xun was in Japan, it was because he read the entire "Three Words" that he became impulsive and edited "Ancient Fiction Gou Shen", taking his first solid step towards becoming a literary giant. Chairman Mao admired his achievements, and I also want to take my first solid step.My mother said that not eating meat is the first step to moral improvement.We ate vegetarian dumplings stuffed with cabbage for three months, and my mother bought "San Yan" for me in three months.Every time I read a set, I feel that I have been fooled, and it is better to eat meat.In each set of books, dozens of chapters of illustrations are concentrated at the beginning of the book, in black and white, people are drawn very small, body posture, expressions and organs are completely invisible, but houses, courtyards and furnishings are drawn very large. Good material for studying Ming furniture and architecture.

After the reform and opening up, after the broadband access to households, pornography everywhere.However, it is completely inconsistent with the kind of imagination given to me by the word "erotic palace": the jaw of a white jade-like beauty is slightly raised, her eyes are tightly closed into two curved lines, and tiny beads of sweat ooze from her long black temples. Some scattered strands of hair were stuck to the flushed cheeks by beads of sweat. I had to accept my fate.Just like I never heard the sound of a piano before I was fifteen, I can’t be crazy about classical music for the rest of my life, I can’t fail an exam before I’m twenty, I can’t start my own Google for the rest of my life, my childish skills are not enough, and my eroticism is far away , out of reach.