Chapter 93 live like a dog

live like a dog Feng Tang Thirty this year, from childhood to adulthood, I have had three dreams in total. My first dream was to be a little hooligan.At that time, there was too little to worship.The Third Ring Road is not yet in shape, the Four Heavenly Kings are not yet named, and most of the founding generals have passed away.At that time, the wealthiest people on the street were the ones who came out of the labor camp and had no work and two kitchen knives to practice melon stalls. The most beautiful was Liu Xiaoqing, who had shaved Liu Hulan's head and looked upright, and the most nourishing was the little hooligans.As a hooligan, he doesn't need to study, often skips classes, wears plastic-soled cloth shoes, and holds the "big front door" in his mouth.The hooligans often get together. It seems that besides the Young Pioneers, they have their own organization. Apart from reading the "Youth Pioneer" and discussing "socialism is good", they also watch gangster movies and criticize "capitalism is bad".Being a hooligan naturally requires fighting, and practicing the basic qualities of being a man in the future, such as staying calm in times of crisis, coming forward, sacrificing one's life for righteousness, etc.When the hooligans are not fighting, they are inevitably depressed, so they pick up the guitar and imitate Teresa Teng's singing "Wine and Coffee", or pick up the female hooligans and say that you don't behave like Liu Hulan at all.

The first dream did not come true in the end.The hooligans said I was unqualified and had no potential.First, the academic performance is so good that no one fails.Second, I can't bear it, and I don't want to smoke San'er in the compound next door for no reason.Third, the mind is still shallow, and the female hooligan Xiaocui touched her hand, and her face turned red. My second dream is to eat a piece of soft rice.One of the reasons is the desire to get it done once and for all.I have loved women since I was a child, and seeing girls' skirts flying is as happy as seeing elm leaves and plum blossoms blooming on the street.I have loved Swiss Army knives since I was a child, and when I take one out, there are soda bottle openers for girls, ballpoint pens for remembering girls’ phone calls, and small knives for girls to deter perverts.Therefore, when a male university is about to get married, he hopes to find a girl who is like a Swiss army knife: she owns three or five listed companies, can write modern poetry, and is familiar with "The Classic of Plain Women".Such a girl can meet all your psychological, physical and financial needs.The second reason is the desire for equality between men and women.Male sex is also color, and it is also a kind of colorful, and it should have the same status as female sex.Some men have a lustful heart, and it does not exclude that other men have a lustful face.

The second dream ultimately did not come true.The closest time, after the girl put on makeup, her appearance was neat and beautiful, like elm leaves and plum blossoms, and her actual age could not be seen at all.There are three to five hundred people under my command, and the modern poems written by them are also far away. I still remember one of the lines, "I read a sentence to see how good you are, and it will get dark." I made a mistake and said, "Isn't it just an old man pushing a cart? What more classical Chinese are you trying to get some nice names for birds and beasts."My Swiss Army Knife was lost one day. The screwdriver I used to open the soda bottle for the girl, the ballpoint pen I used to remember the girl’s phone number, and the knife I used to help the girl scare off the pervert were all gone.I think, the risk is too great, if you get used to soft food, you won’t be able to eat anything else in the future.Maybe one day suddenly, the mental, physical, and meal tickets are all gone, so forget it.As for equality between men and women, let those who look like F4 have masculinity to fight for it.I looked in the mirror myself, and if this is also called color, then chicken shit yellow and bird shit green are also called color.

My third dream is to live like a dog.The first time I saw Gouzi, I thought he looked like a small plate of boiled peanuts given away for free by small restaurants at the entrance of the Hutong. The shape and color of his head was very similar to boiled peanuts.Gouzi’s way of life was recorded by him in a collection of essays called "Go Live": "I am omniscient and omnipotent but useless", "Fame and fortune make me dizzy... As for both fame and fortune, of course it is fine, but I usually don’t dare to think about it”, “We don’t do anything all day long, but we can eat delicious food and drink spicy food all day long. This is the communism that our people yearned for in the 1950s”, “You guys just toss me”. "Since ancient times, heroes have been lonely, but only those who drink have left their names." Just like that, when I look back on the past thirty years later, I am afraid that I will regret that I have not lived like a dog.

A book describing a way of life should not be commented on, but Gouzi’s writing is indeed longer than the previous "Monologue of a Beerist", among which "Go Live" It is definitely a contemporary masterpiece, which will be printed as a pocket book a hundred years later and carried by the little girls at that time.Maybe when the wine is drunk, the writing will naturally grow out.Compared with ancient times, modern society is too cheap to be a girl.As a girl, she can sing karaoke, and pretends to be Li Shishi without even reading "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty".In the past, "Li Baidou's Hundred Poems on Wine Poems" now has seven unique twenty-eight characters, and a hundred poems is the amount of an essay. What's so awesome.Gouzi drank Baizha beer, and when he got home, he was blowing his head and thinking about how to lay out a 100,000-word novel, so Gouzi and the beer struggled with the same spirit of the sun and the moon.I don't know if my third dream will finally come true, my current life is full and empty.I dare not re-read, I don't look at Gauguin's paintings.I read Lu You's "Preface to Fang Weng's Ci": "When I was young, I was in the world, and I did a lot, but I regretted it later. However, the fisherman's song and water chestnut singing can't be stopped." Now it is like five thunderbolts.

("Go Live", by Gou Zi, China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Publishing House, first edition in July 2002)