Ding Gouer, a special scout from the Provincial People's Procuratorate, took a Jiefang truck to pull coal to the Luoshan Coal Mine on the outskirts of the city to conduct a special investigation.Along the way, due to intense thinking, his head swelled, and the dangling No. 58 brown peaked cap tightly hugged his head.He was very uncomfortable, so he took off his hat and saw the transparent beads of sweat on the hat ring, and smelled the hot and greasy smell from the hat mixed with another raw and cold smell.The smell was unfamiliar and made him slightly sick.He raised his hand and squeezed his throat.

When approaching the coal mine, the black road was full of potholes, and the speeding truck had to slow down.The spring plates under the car creaked and squealed strangely; the head kept hitting the roof of the cab.I heard the driver cursing the road and swearing at people; the vulgar language came from a relatively beautiful young woman, which produced black humor.Can't help but look at her.She was wearing a set of blue canvas work clothes, and the collar of her pink shirt stuck out high, protecting a section of her white neck; her eyes were dark green, and her hair was very short, very thick, very black, and very shiny.Hands in white gloves gripped the steering wheel, turning the direction exaggeratedly, avoiding the pit.The corners of her mouth slanted to the left when directional left, and to the right when directional right.Her mouth wriggled from side to side, and her nose was sweaty and wrinkled.He judged her to be a sexual woman by the short forehead, the firm chin, the full lips.Their bodies touched inadvertently as they swayed fiercely, and his hungry skin still felt her warm and soft body affectionately through the clothes.He felt that he wanted to be close to this woman, his hands were itchy, and he wanted to touch her.For a forty-eight-year-old veteran scout, this felt a little absurd, but it seemed normal.He shook his huge head and looked away from the woman's face.

The road got worse and worse, the truck fell from one pit into another, bumped and creaked, crawling like a giant beast that was about to fall apart, and finally caught up with the tail of a large group of vehicles.She loosened her feet, turned off the engine, took off her gloves, slapped the steering wheel, looked at him very unfriendly, and said, "Damn it, it's a good thing there is no child in my belly!" He was startled, and flatteringly said: "If there is a child, it will come out!" "I can't bear to throw him out," she said seriously, "it's two thousand yuan for a child."

After saying this, she stared at his face, her eyes seemed to be provocative, but her whole posture seemed to be expecting his answer.Ding Gou'er was pleasantly surprised and curious. After a few vulgar conversations, he felt his spirit rolling into her basket like a potato full of blue sprouts.The mystery and austerity of sex were quickly lifted in the haze, and the distance between the two suddenly became very close.The female driver's words revealed some content related to his action, and some doubts and fears arose in his heart.He watched her warily.She grinned her mouth to the side again.This grin made him extremely uncomfortable. At first he felt that this woman was bold and bold, out of the ordinary, but her casual grin aroused his displeasure, and he immediately felt that this woman was boring and shallow, not worth his troubles .So he asked, "Are you pregnant?"

All the transitional language was dropped, as if it was a bit raw, but she swallowed it and said in an almost shameless tone: "I have a problem, Saline." "Despite the heavy responsibility, a scout with enough wrists will not put a woman against the heavy responsibility." He suddenly remembered a famous saying that his colleagues made fun of him: "Ding Gouer solves the case with a dick." The idea of ​​wanting to indulge Biting his heart like a bug.He took out the small flagon from his pocket, pulled out the cork, and took a swig. Then he handed the flagon to the female driver and said provocatively, "I'm an agronomist, and I'm good at improving the soil."

The female driver tapped the button of the electric horn with the palm of her hand, and the car issued a low and soft whistle.In front, the driver of the Yellow River truck jumped out of the cab, stood on the side of the road, looked at her angrily, and muttered: "Hit your mother!" She grabbed Ding Gou'er's jug, first sniffed it with her nose, as if to judge the quality of the wine, then raised her neck, gulped, and drank it upside down.Ding Gou'er originally wanted to praise her for her drinking capacity, but on second thought, boasting about her drinking capacity in Jiuguo City was almost boring, so she swallowed her words.He wiped his lips, stared at her thick, wine-soaked, purple lips, and said bluntly, "I want to kiss you."

The female driver blushed suddenly, and shouted in a high-pitched voice like a quarrel: "I'll fucking kiss you!" Ding Gou'er was taken aback, his eyes searched the outside of the car, the driver of the Yellow River car had already climbed into the cab, no one paid attention to their conversation.He saw that in front of the liberation truck was a long queue; behind the liberation truck, another donkey cart and a trailer truck were connected.On the flat forehead of the donkey, there is a new red tassel, like a bunch of flames in the dark night.On both sides of the road were a few dwarf trees covered in deformities and road ditches full of weeds and flowers. The leaves and stems of the grass were stained with black powder.On both sides of the road ditch, there are dry fields in late autumn. Yellow and gray crop stalks stand upright in the seemingly absent autumn wind, without joy or sadness.It was half morning.Tall gangue hills tower over the mining area, and scorched yellow smoke rises from the hills.The winch at the mouth of the mine was turning silently, a bit mysterious and a bit weird.He could only see half of the hoist wheel, and the remaining half was blocked by the Yellow River cart.

She kept yelling "I fucking kiss you", but her body was frozen.Ding Gou'er was terrified by her at first, but soon couldn't help laughing.He lightly poked her chest with his index finger, like poking the start button of a machine, her body pressed over, her cold little hands held his head, and her lips moved to his mouth.Her lips were cold, limp, without any elasticity, very weird, like a piece of lint.Bored and uninterested, he pushed her away.But like a ferocious little leopard, she kept pounced on her, muttering: "I'll fuck your second brother, I'll fuck you..."

Ding Gou'er was flustered and overwhelmed, so in the end she had no choice but to resort to the means of dealing with criminals to calm her down. Both sat panting.Ding Gou'er tightly grasped her wrist, constantly suppressing her resistance.When she resisted with all her strength, her body twisted, sometimes like a spring, sometimes like a steel plate, and mooed from her mouth, like a heifer on a shelf.Ding Gou'er couldn't help laughing. She suddenly asked, "What are you laughing at?" Ding Gou'er let go of her hand, took out a business card from his pocket, and said, "Girl, I'm leaving. If you miss me, go find me at the address on the business card!"

The female driver looked at him, looked down at the business card, and then looked at his face again, like a sharp-eyed border inspector checking the passport of a transit passenger. Ding Gou'er stretched out a finger and flicked the female driver's nose, then picked up the leather bag and turned the door handle with one hand.He said: "Little girl, goodbye, I have the best fertilizer field powder, which is specially used to improve saline-alkali land." When he half body squeezed out of the car door, the female driver reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes. He noticed a pitiful look in her eyes, and suddenly felt that she seemed very young, never married and never touched by a man, so cute and pitiful.He touched the back of her hand and said very seriously, "Girl, I'm your uncle."

She said angrily, "You lied. When you took a ride, you said you were from the Vehicle Supervision Station." He smiled and said, "Isn't it about the same?" She said, "You are a spy!" He said: "It can be regarded as a spy." She said, "If I had known you were a spy, I wouldn't have dragged you!" Ding Gou'er took out a pack of cigarettes, threw it into her arms, and said, "Okay, don't be angry." She threw his small wine bottle into the ditch and said, "What kind of man is he to drink from such a small bottle?" Ding Gou'er jumped out of the car, slammed the door hard, and walked along the side of the road.He heard the female driver shout: "Hey, agent, do you know why the roads in the coal mine are so bad?" Ding Gou'er looked back at her head sticking out of the car window, smiled slightly, but did not answer. The hop-like face of the female driver stayed in Ding Gou'er's mind for a minute, then slowly disappeared like beer foam in a transparent glass with a splash.The road to the mines is dirty and narrow, like a winding bowels.Trucks, tractors, horse-drawn carts, ox carts... All kinds of vehicles are like a long string of monsters biting their tails.Some cars were turned off, others were not.The iron chimney erected on the tractor's nose and the iron chimney hidden under the buttocks of the car spewed circles of light blue smoke.The smell of unburned gasoline and diesel oil, mixed with the smell from the mouths of the animals pulling the carts, merged into a current of fart and wolf smoke, flowing diffusely.In order to advance to the mining area, he sometimes had to cling to the wagon, and sometimes rubbed his shoulders against the knots on the trunks of short trees.The driver in the cab and the driver leaning on the shaft pole are almost all drinking, which shows that the rule against drinking and driving has no effect here.I don't know how long he squeezed forward, but when he raised his head suddenly, he saw two-thirds of the tall iron frame of the winch standing in the center of the mining area. The winch twisted the silver-gray steel wire rope, and it was spinning. Because it was rusted, maybe it was the paint, the iron frame showed a dark red color in the sun, and it was very dirty.The huge fixed pulley is black and very serious.The endless stream of wire ropes radiates a frightening silver light that is not dazzling, reminding him of tangled poisonous snakes.While the eyes feel the color and light, they hear the rumbling sound of the fixed pulley, the rattling and twitching of the wire rope, and the dull explosion from the ground. Near the mining area, there is an oval square.On the edge of the square, some pagoda-shaped pine trees are planted, and the pine trees are covered with soot.The square was also crowded with vehicles. A dirty donkey put its mouth on a pine needle, wondering whether it wanted to eat the pine needle or scratch it. Suddenly, the donkey sneezed loudly.Several people with towels on their heads, hemp ropes on their waists, ragged clothes, and black faces crowded into a carriage.The horses are eating hay in the basket, and they are drinking.It's a big sauce-purple bottle, suck it in turns, you take a sip, he takes a sip, it's very fun to drink.A big white radish is placed on the shaft pole, you take it and take a bite, click, he takes it away and takes a bite, click, and then chews, chewing very vigorously.Ding Gou'er doesn't drink much, but he likes to drink and can basically tell the good from the bad.He smelled a very poisonous smell, and knew that what was contained in the big sauce purple bottle was not a good product.He also smelled a smell worse than fart, which was the unique smell of carrots mixed with wine.From the way the drinkers dressed and ate and drank, he knew that these people were farmers on the outskirts of Liquor Country.When his body was over the horse's head, he heard the farmer brother shout hoarsely: "Comrade, what time is the watch on your neck?" He raised his wrist and answered the question.The young farmer who asked the question had red eyes, a yellow beard, a hoarse voice and a hideous expression.His heart tightened, and he hurried forward. The young farmer cursed behind his back: "Tell them to open the door quickly, these pigs who eat white rice." Although there was something in the vicious scolding of the young farmer that made Ding Gou'er feel uncomfortable, he had to admit that the scolding was very reasonable.It was a quarter past ten, and the iron gate of the coal mine was still locked.The big black iron lock hanging on the nose of the door looks like a big black-covered turtle. "Safe Production Celebrates May Day", eight large characters with faded red lacquer are imprisoned in a round iron sheet, and electric welding rods welded them to the iron fence very early.The bright autumn sun made many things shine again, and the blue sky was still bluer because of the blackness of the coal mines.The gray brick wall is as tall as a person, undulating along the undulating terrain, winding like a long dragon, enclosing the area of ​​the coal mine.The small door on one side of the gate was ajar, and a big wolf-yellow dog was lying there wearily, with a half-dead butterfly fluttering on its head like a dead leaf. When Ding Gou'er pushed open the small door, the dog pounced on him.The dog's wet, sweat-beaded nose almost touched the back of his hand.Literally touching the back of his hand, he felt the warmth of its nose.The dog's cool nose reminded him of purple squid and lychee skin.But the arrogant dog changed his attitude immediately, jumped away in terror, and hid in the shadow of the porter, clinging to a shriveled buffalo, shaking its rectangular head and howling. He unplugged the small door, pushed the small door open, stood for a while, and walked in, with his back against the cool iron plate, looking at the frightened dog inexplicably.Looking down at the back of my hand, there are thin bones, black blood vessels, blood circulation, some alcohol molecules are already running, there is no electricity, no special function, why do you run when you touch it?He would like to ask the dog. A basin of hot, ancient face wash water spread out in the air.Colorful waterfall.It's like a rainbow with insufficient arc.Bubbles and sun.hope.After the water flowed into his neck for a minute, the wind blew and he felt the coolness.A little over two minutes later, my eyes were raw, my mouth smelled of alkali and inferior spices, as well as the smell of dirt on my face, the spirit of wrinkles.At this time, the special scout completely forgot about the girl in the pilot building.Lips seem to have forgotten.The breasts, which are as sensitive as a button, also forget.Later a woman holding Ding Gouer's business card appeared and he was really nervous, as if looking at the scenery of a distant mountain in the mist.son of a bitch! "Son of a bitch, have you lived enough?" The janitor holding the washbasin angrily cursed with one foot holding the earth. Ding Gou'er immediately understood that he was scolding him.He shook the drops of water from his hair, wiped his neck with a dirty handkerchief, spat, blinked his eyes, and drove the embarrassment away, and returned to his normal posture, his eyes were burning, and he was looking directly at the gatekeeper's face.He saw two coal-black, ambiguous, dull eyes of different sizes, a round nose as red as a hawthorn fruit, and stubborn teeth in blue lips.A stream of heat flows through the body, snaking, the tunnel of earthworms.Anger suddenly flared up, like the head of a match, suddenly ignited, and the brain was white hot, like coals in a furnace, like thunder and lightning, and courageous emotions surged in his chest. The watchman's bristly black hair stood on end, and he was no doubt terrified by the image of Hook.When Ding Gou'er saw the hair in the janitor's nostrils, he scissored them like a swallow's tail.A wicked black swallow lurks in his head cavity, builds a nest, lays eggs, hatches.He aimed at the swallow and pulled the trigger.Pull the trigger.Hook trigger. Pong-pong-pong! Three crisp gunshots broke the silence at the gate of Luoshan Coal Mine, suppressed the barking of the big yellow-haired dog, and attracted the attention of the peasant brothers.Drunk drivers jumped out of the cab.The hard pine needles pierced the soft donkey lips.The cattle pulling the cart raised their heavy heads and temporarily forgot to chew.People froze, and then flocked here.At 10:35, the janitor of the Luoshan Coal Mine fell to the ground, clasped his head in his hands, foamed at the mouth, and convulsed. Ding Gou'er was holding a snow-white pistol, smiling, and standing upright like a tasong tree.The blue smoke from the muzzle curled around his body. A group of people held onto the iron fence and stared blankly.After what seemed to be an eternity, a man with a high-pitched voice yelled, "I've been beaten to death... the old Lutou, the gatekeeper, has been beaten to death!" Ding Gouer, Tasong, blue and black, with a barbed smile. "This old dog has done evil to the end." "Sell it to the special food department of the culinary academy!" "An old dog can't be boiled." "The special food department wants white and tender baby boys, so I don't want this old guy!" "Send it to the zoo to feed the wolves!" "Wolves don't like to eat." "Then send it to the special plant testing ground to boil fertilizer!" Ding Gou'er tossed up the gun in his hand, and the surface of the gun shone in the air like a silver mirror.He took the gun and spread it in the palm of his hand, showing it to the people outside the iron gate.The body of the gun is small and exquisite, with graceful lines and looks like a revolver.He smiled and said, "Guys! Don't make a fuss, it's a children's toy!" He pushed the button, opened the gun body, and picked out a small dark red hard plastic sprocket for everyone to watch.There is a soybean-sized paper cannon between each tooth, he said, hook the trigger gear and turn it to make a sound, this is a toy, of course it can also be used on the stage, in the hands of an actor it is a small prop, of course it can also be used It is used as a starting gun in sports competitions and is sold in major department stores.While talking, he put the powder tray in the wheel slot, restored the gun body, and hooked the trigger. Pong -! That's it, he explained like a salesman.If you don't believe me, just look - he put the muzzle of the gun on his sleeve and pulled the trigger. Pong -! "Wang Lianju!" shouted a driver who had watched the model play "Red Lantern". It's not a real gun, Ding Gou'er held up his arm and said, "Look, if it was a real gun, my arm would have collapsed long ago, wouldn't it?There was a burnt yellow on his sleeves, and a tangy smell of gunpowder permeated the sunlight. Ding Gou'er threw the gun into his pocket, walked up and kicked the fallen janitor, and said, "Old man, get up, don't pretend to be dead." The janitor got up, still covering his head with his hands, his face was brown, like a high-quality rice cake. Ding Gou'er said, "I don't want to beat you to death. I want to scare you. Don't be arrogant. It's past ten o'clock, the gate should have been opened long ago!" The porter took his hand off and held it before him to look.He touched his head with his hands in disbelief, and looked again, there was no blood on his hands. He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had killed his life, and asked in shock, "You, what do you do?" Ding Gou'er smiled cunningly and said, "I am the new mine manager sent by the city!" The gatekeeper hurried back to the gatehouse, took out a big yellow key, unscrewed the exaggerated big lock, and opened the iron gate with a bang.The people outside the door cheered and rushed back to the car. A few minutes later, the roar of the engine shook the road. The turbulent traffic squeezed into the gate slowly but vigorously, and the vehicles collided with each other, making a hollow sound.Ding Gou'er stepped aside and looked at this ugly monster with many limbs, and suddenly felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.With the anger, there was a spasm in the anorectum, and several blood vessels throbbed violently there, causing pain, and he knew that hemorrhoids must attack.This reconnaissance will be accompanied by pain and blood in the stool, as before.Thinking of this, the anger in his heart eased a lot.Everything is inevitable.Chaos is inevitable, hemorrhoids are inevitable, and only the divine mystery remains forever.What is the answer to this mystery? The janitor nodded and bowed with an unnatural smile on his face.Please go and sit in the reception room.In accordance with his reconnaissance habits, he followed the gatekeeper into the house. A large and spacious house.A bed.A black quilt.Two tin thermos bottles.A huge iron stove.A pile of shiny black coals as big as a dog's head.A pink nude boy holding a birthday peach is grinning with a small mouth. On the wall and in the New Year pictures, his beautiful chick is like a pink silkworm chrysalis, ready to move and lifelike.Ding Gou'er's heart tightened, and his anorectum convulsed again. It was unbearably hot in the house.There was a roaring fire in the iron stove.Half of the chimney and the whole furnace were burned red with vicious flames.The hot stream swirls around, and the gray hanging on the corner of the wall flutters softly.He suddenly felt itchy all over his body and pain in his nasal cavity. The janitor looked flatteringly at his face and said, "Is it cold? Mine manager?" "It's too cold!" he said angrily. "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I'll add some good coal..." The janitor kept saying, bending over and pulling out a sharp small ax with a maroon handle from under the bed.The scout reflexively pressed his hand to his waist, where a real pistol was hidden.He saw the gatekeeper hunchbacked to the stove, squatted down, picked up a piece of coal as big as a pillow, pressed the coal with one hand, swung an ax with the other, and snapped. , bang bang bang bang..., the lumps of coal became smaller and piled up, he lifted the furnace cover, and the incandescent flames shot out a foot high, with the sound of waves.The scout was covered in sweat, and the janitor filled the furnace with coal, and said apologetically, "It will flourish after a while. The coal here is soft and not resistant to burning, so it needs to be filled frequently." Ding Gou'er unbuttoned his neck, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his peaked cap, and asked, "Why is the stove lit in September?" "Cold, mine manager, cold..." the janitor said tremblingly, "It's cold... there's a lot of coal, it's near the coal mountain..." The gatekeeper's face was as dry as a burnt steamed bun.Ding Gou'er didn't want to continue to scare him, saying that I'm not a mine manager, let's be bold and bake!I'm here for business.The baby boy on the wall laughed and was lifelike.He squinted at the lovely child.The janitor immediately turned his face, and said with an axe, you pretended to be the mine manager and shot someone, come on, follow me to the security department.Ding Gou'er smiled and said, what if I'm really the new mine manager?The janitor was stunned for a moment, laughed a few times, put the ax back under the bed, dragged out a wine bottle from under the bed, bit the cork with his incomplete teeth, took a big gulp, and handed the bottle to the Ding Gouer.A light yellow ginseng tree and seven black scorpions with their teeth and claws were soaked in the wine.Ask the leader to drink, the gatekeeper said flatteringly, this wine is very nourishing!Ding Gou'er took the wine bottle, shook it, the scorpion was swimming between the ginseng whiskers, and a strange smell rushed out from the mouth of the bottle.He touched the mouth of the bottle with his lips and returned the bottle to the porter. The gatekeeper looked at Ding Gou'er suspiciously, and asked, "Aren't you going to drink?" Ding Gou'er said, "No." The gatekeeper asked: "Are you a foreigner?" Ding Gou'er pointed to the New Year pictures on the wall and said, "Old man, this doll is so white and tender!" He carefully observed the look of the gatekeeper.The janitor looked depressed, gulped his wine, and muttered in a low voice: "What's the point of burning some coal? How much is a thousand catties?..." Ding Gou'er was so hot that he couldn't bear it. He cast a reluctant look at the child, opened the door, and strode into the sunlight.Sunny and cool, very comfortable. Ding Gouer was born in 1941.Married in 1965, life after marriage was plain, the relationship between husband and wife was good or bad, and they had a son who was quite cute.He has a mistress.She is sometimes very cute and sometimes very scary.Sometimes like the sun, sometimes like the moon.Sometimes like a charming cat, sometimes like a crazy dog.Sometimes like wine, sometimes like poison.He wants to divorce his wife and doesn't want to divorce.He wanted to get along with his mistress but didn't want to get along.Every time he gets sick, he fantasizes about cancer and is afraid of cancer.He loves and hates life.He wavers.He often presses the muzzle of the pistol to his temple and takes it off again. His chest and heart often play this kind of game.The only thing he never tires of is detecting and solving crimes.He is a procuratorate's most skilled scout.Several senior cadres are familiar with him.He is 1.75 centimeters tall, thin, dark-skinned, and a bit stern in his eyes.addicted to smoking.Good drink, not a lot of alcohol.Crooked teeth.Know a little grappling.Unstable marksmanship: When the mood is good, the bullets never miss, and when the mood is bad, the shots miss a hundred times.He is a bit superstitious and believes in luck.Good luck often patronizes him. At noon not long ago, the Chief Prosecutor threw him a Zhonghua brand cigarette and smoked one himself.Ding Gou'er lit the prosecutor's cigarette first and then his own.The smoke enters the mouth, like halva melting, fragrant and sweet.He saw the Attorney General's smoking movements a little clumsily, and he thought to himself that the old man didn't actually know how to smoke, but there were always good cigarettes in his drawer.The chief prosecutor opened the drawer, took out a letter, glanced at it twice before handing it to Ding Gouer. Ding Gou'er hurriedly read the report letter composed of that person's strange handwriting, which was obviously written with his left hand.Signature: Minsheng, obviously a pseudonym.The contents of the letter first terrified him and then made him suspicious.He read the letter again from the beginning.YouQi repeatedly read the flamboyant instructions from the chief who was familiar with him in the blank space of the letter. He looked the Attorney General in the eye.The chief prosecutor looked at the jasmine on the windowsill.Little white flowers exude an elegant aroma.He said to himself: "Is this possible? They have such guts? Dare to boil the baby and eat it?" The chief prosecutor smiled ambiguously and said, "Secretary Wang asked you to investigate by name." He was very excited, but said in his mouth: "This matter should not be done by our procuratorate! Did the public security department go to bed?" The chief prosecutor said, "Who let me have a famous Ding Gouer here?" Ding Gou'er was a little embarrassed, and asked, "When can I leave?" The prosecutor said: "You can leave at any time. Are you divorced? It also takes courage not to divorce. Of course we hope that this is a false accusation letter. It must be kept secret. You can use any method, within the scope of the law. .” "Can I go?" Ding Gou'er stood up. The chief prosecutor also stood up, took out an unopened Zhonghua cigarette, and pushed it on the table. Ding Gou'er walked out of the Attorney General's office with a cigarette in his mouth.He ran into the elevator.He walks out of the building.He wanted to visit his son at elementary school.The famous Victory Street lay in front of him, and groups of cars were running in both directions, leaving no room for him.He waits.A group of kindergarten children were crossing the road in front of him on the left, and the sun shone on their faces like sunflowers.Involuntarily, he moved closer to the group of children along the edge of the road, and the bicycle slid against his body like eels.Under the strong light, the faces of the cyclists turned into blurred white shadows.The children are all dressed up, with white and chubby faces and smiling eyes.They seemed to be tied to a thick red rope, like a string of fish, like a fat fruit on a branch.Smoke from cars fell on them.The flames were white and bright like charcoal, and the children were like a bunch of roasted birds, sprinkled with a layer of red, green and green seasonings, and the aroma was tangy.Children are the future of the motherland, flowers, and the most precious. Who would dare to crush them to death?The cars stopped helplessly, gasping and panting, to let the children cross the road.At the two ends of the children's line are two women in white coats. Their faces are like a full moon, their lips are like cinnabar, and their teeth are sharp and white, like a pair of twin sisters.They each held one end of the rope, and shouted unceremoniously: "Hold on to the rope! Don't let go!" When Ding Gou'er was standing under a roadside tree with yellow leaves, the children's team had already passed safely.Cars drifted past.The procession of children curled up before him, chirping like a mass of sparrows.Around their wrists were strips of red cloth tied to red strings.While the line got messy, they were all on the ropes.As long as the two aunts tighten the rope tightly, they will immediately form a neat team.He thought of his aunt's order "Hold on to the rope! Don't let go!", and he was extremely annoyed.nonsense!He thought, how can it be loosened? He supported the tree, and asked the aunt in front of the rope coldly, "Why do you tie them up?" The aunt gave him a cold look and asked, "What do you do?" "You don't care what I do," he said, "Please answer my question, why are the children tied up with red strings?" The aunt said contemptuously: "Crazy!" The children looked at him and said in unison: "Shen-jing-sick-!" They procrastinate each word very long, whether it is an inevitable phenomenon or the result of training.The child's voice is crisp and tender, very nice, the most beautiful voice in the world, spread on the road, like a group of lively birds flying together.The team of children passed in front of him, and he laughed stupidly, smiling at the aunt behind the rope.She turned her face away from him.He has been watching the children's procession disappear into an alley with two high red-painted walls on both sides. He walked to the other side of the road with great difficulty, and the Xinjiang people who kebabs kebabs greeted him with strange accents.He doesn't eat.He saw a girl with a long neck come over and buy ten skewers.The lipstick on her mouth is like hot pepper.She rolled the sizzling meat skewers in a chili box.The strange shape of her mouth when eating falcons is to protect the color on her lips.He felt a burning sensation in his throat and turned away. Later, he stood smoking a cigarette at the gate of Yuhong Primary School and waited for his son.The son didn't see him when he ran out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back.There are some ink stains on the son's face.A distinctive mark for elementary school students.He called his son's name.The son followed him unkindly.He told his son that he was going to Jiuguo City on business, but his son said it didn't matter.What does Ding Gouer say is indifferent? Does his son mean indifferent if he says indifferent? Does it matter? It doesn't matter, yes, it doesn't matter, he repeated his son's words. Ding Gou'er walked into the security department of the coal mine party committee and was greeted by a young man with a cropped head.The boy with the crew cut opened a large cabinet that was as high as the wall, poured a glass of wine and handed it to him.There was also a large stove burning in this office. Although the fire was not as strong as in the concierge, the temperature in the room was still very high.Ding Gou'er wanted to eat ice, the young man advised him to drink: "Drink, drink to warm your body." Ding Gou'er looked at the young man's sincere face, and couldn't bear to brush off his kindness, so he took the wine glass and drank slowly. The doors and windows are tightly fitted and sealed well.Ding Gou'er's body was itchy, and sweat crawled on his face.He heard Pingtou say kindly: "Don't worry, your mind will cool down naturally." There was a buzzing sound in Ding Gou'er's ears, and he thought of bees.Honey.Candied babies.The task of this trip is heavy, dare not be careless.The window panes seemed to tremble slightly.Several huge machines moved slowly and silently between the sky and the earth outside the window.He felt himself in a tank, like a fish.Those mining machines are yellow.Yellow is intoxicating.He tried hard to listen to the sound of mining machinery, but any effort was in vain. Ding Gou'er heard himself saying, "I want to see your mine manager and party secretary." Pingtou said: "Drink and drink." Ding Gouer was moved by the flat-headed enthusiasm, so he picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. His glass had just been put down when it was filled again. "I won't drink anymore, take me to see the mine manager and party secretary." "Don't worry, chief. Drinking and leaving after a drink is tantamount to making me dereliction of duty. Good things come in pairs. Come and have another drink." Ding Gou'er looked at the cup the size of a fist, and felt a little apprehensive, but for work, he had no choice but to drink from the cup. He had just put down his flat glass and refilled it. Pingtou said: "Chief, I'm not forcing you to drink, it's a rule in our mine: toasts are not perfect, and you can't sit or stand restlessly!" Ding Gou'er said, "I have limited alcohol intake, I can't drink a single drop." Pingtou raised the cup with both hands, brought it to Gou'er's mouth, and said with tears in his eyes, "I beg you, chief, drink it, don't make me restless." When Ding Gou'er saw the sincerity of the flat head, his heart softened immediately, he took the cup and poured it down. Pingtou moved and said: "Thank you, thank you, would you like three more cups?" Ding Gou'er covered the mouth of the cup with his hands, and said, "No, no, no, take me to see your leader!" He raised his wrist to look at his watch, and said, "It's still a little early to see them now." Ding Gou'er showed his ID card and said solemnly, "I have some important business to do, so don't get in the way." Pingtou hesitated for a while and said, "Let's go!" Following the crew cut, he walked out of the security department's office and entered a deep corridor.There are many rooms on both sides of the corridor, and there are wooden signs with names on one side of the door.He asked if the party secretary and mine manager didn't work in this building?Pingtou said to come with me, you drank my three glasses of wine, I can't bear to let you go wrong, if you don't drink my three glasses of wine, I will transfer you to the secretary of the party committee office. When he came out of the building, he saw his own face on the dim glass, and he couldn't help being surprised, because the gray tired expression on this face was strange to him.As he walked out of the gate, the springs creaked, and the door panel bounced back, slapping his ass, making him stagger forward, but fortunately the boy with the crew cut reached out and stopped him.The beautiful, dazzling sun made him dizzy, his legs were weak, and his ears were ringing.He asked the crew: "Am I a little drunk?" Pingtou said: "Chief, you are not drunk. How can such an outstanding person like you get drunk? The people who get drunk here are all ignorant and uneducated lower Liba people. Yangchun Baixue is never drunk. You are Yangchun Baixue, so you are not drunk." .” The young man's logical and logical words convinced Ding Gou'er.He followed him across a clearing where a large pile of logs lay.The logs vary in thickness, the thick ones are two meters in diameter, and the thin ones are two inches in diameter.There are pine, birch, oak, oak, elm.There were others whose names he could not name.Botanical knowledge is not rich, and it is not bad to recognize these.The bark of the log was cracked and the bones were rotten, exuding a strong smell of alcohol.Yellow grass, beginning to wither, poked through the cracks in the logs.A white moth flies lazily.A few black swallows floated among the wooden boards, in a hazy state of drunkenness.He stood in front of a big oak tree, with his hands outstretched, unable to reach the top edge.He clenched his fist, and lightly tapped the dark red growth rings of the oak, the juice from the oak stuck to his fist.He sighed and said, "What a big tree!" Pingtou took over the conversation and said, "Last year a self-employed wine maker bought it with 3,000 yuan, but we didn't sell it." "What did he buy it for?" "Make wine barrels!" said the flat-headed man. "Wine will never be good unless it goes into oak barrels." "You should sell it to him. It's not worth three thousand yuan at all!" "We hate the self-employment!" said the flathead. "We'd rather let it rot than support the self-employment." Ding Gou'er secretly admired Luoshan Coal Mine's awareness of public ownership, and the two dogs chased after the log with funny gaits, fascinated.That big male dog seems to be the guard dog of the concierge, but it doesn't look like it if you look closely.He followed the flat-headed boy around piles of logs, as if he had entered a lumberyard in the primeval forest and gradually penetrated into the primeval forest.Under the huge shade of the oak tree, there are many bright mushrooms, and layers of rotten oak leaves and acorns emit a charming smell of wine.There is a big colorful tree with hundreds of baby-shaped fruits.They are all pink in color, with clear nose and eyes, and fine-textured skin.They were all boys.The cute little penis is like a grain of red peanuts.Ding Gou'er shook his head and calmed down. The mysterious and astonishing big case unfolded heavily in his mind.He criticized himself for wasting a lot of time where there was no need to waste time, but after thinking about it, it has only been more than 20 hours since I accepted the task, and I have already found a way in the maze of the case, which is already absolutely efficient.So he patiently followed the flat-headed youth from the security department.See where he's taking me. After passing around a pile of all-colored birch logs, I saw a sunflower forest in front of me.The sunflowers are blooming towards the sun, a piece of golden yellow floating in the furry dark green.He sniffed the unique, sweet and intoxicating scent of birch, and felt the autumn colors on the hills in his heart.The snow-white birch bark has not completely lost its life, and the skin is smooth and moist.The newer and more tender skin is exposed at the flaw, which seems to indicate that the log is still growing.There is a purple-red cricket lying on the birch bark, fat and strong, tempting to catch.The young man with a flat head couldn't hold back his excitement, and said: "In the row of red-tiled houses in the sunflower forest, there are our party secretary and mine manager." There are about a dozen red-tiled houses in that row, hidden in the sunflower forest with abundant fertilizer and water, so the stems are thick and the leaves are large.Yellow looks extraordinarily brilliant in plenty of light.Ding Gou'er gazed at the beautiful scenery, and a somewhat intoxicated consciousness flowed all over his body, gently, stagnantly, and thickly.When he struggled out of intoxication, the young man with a flat head leading the way had disappeared.He jumped on the birch pile to look for it, and felt the surging river, and the birch pile was like a big ship drifting with the current.In the distance, smoke is still rising from the tall gangue hills, but the smoke is much drier than in the early morning.On the coal pile in the open air, several black people were wriggling.Vehicles crowded under the pile of coal.The voices of people and animals are very weak.He suspected that his ears had malfunctioned, and a transparent barrier appeared between the real world and him.The apricot-colored mining machines stretched their long arms around the wellhead, moving slowly but with uncanny precision.Dizzy and bent, he lay on his stomach on a log.The logs whirled on the turbulent waves.The young man with the crew cut had indeed disappeared without a trace.He slid down the birch pile and walked toward the sunflower grove. He couldn't help thinking about his behavior just now.A scout highly valued by senior leaders was lying on Yemudui to look at the scenery like a timid puppy, and this behavior became an organic part in the investigation process of this huge case that would shock the world if it was true. component.If it is made into a film, it will be ridiculed.He guessed he was a little drunk.No matter how you think about it, the young man with the crew cut is a little sneaky, very abnormal.The scout's imagination took flight in a split second, and the wind whipped his feathers and wings.The crew-cut youth is likely to be an accomplice of the baby-eaters.He thought of his chance of escape as he made his way among the logs.The path he showed me was full of pitfalls.He underestimated my intelligence, Ding Gou'er. Ding Gou'er gripped the briefcase.In the bag is a "six-nine" type repeating pistol, which is heavy and hard.With a gun in his hand, he is bold and bold.He glanced at the birches, oaks, and all kinds of log comrades with some nostalgia.The cross-sectional patterns of those thick logs are like serial targets.He fantasized about hitting the core of the log with his gun, but his legs led him to the edge of the sunflower forest. The emergence of such a quiet place in the boiling coal mine shows that it is man-made.He stepped forward to meet the sunflowers, and the sunflower plates approached like smiling faces, but their emerald green or pale yellow smiling faces seemed hypocritical and sinister.He heard a cold low laugh.Those huge leaves danced with the wind, crackling.He touched the iron guy in the briefcase, and walked towards the red house with his head held high.His eyes were fixed on the red house, and his body felt the threat sent to him by the sunflowers surrounding him.Sunflowers are dark and gloomy, with white burrs. Ding Gou'er pushed the door and entered the room. The process was complicated and he had a lot of feelings. Finally, he met the party secretary and the mine manager.These two cadres are both around fifty years old, with round faces, like buns; flushed, like brown eggs; and a little general belly.They were wearing gray Chinese tunic suits with neat seams.They have kind and generous smiles on their faces, and they have the demeanor of the elderly.The two of them are most likely twin brothers.They each grabbed a hand from Gou'er and held it affectionately.They are good at shaking hands, neither loose nor tight, neither soft nor hard.Ding Gou'er felt two waves of heat flow through his body, and it was as if he was holding two freshly baked red sweet potatoes in his hands.Ding Gou'er's leather bag fell to the ground.A gunshot came out of the purse. Ping -! Smoke was coming out of the purse, and a tile on the wall was broken.Ding Gou'er was so startled that his muscles convulsed.He saw the bullet hit a glass mosaic mural on the wall, which depicted Nezha making trouble in the sea.The artist turned Nezha into a fat little boy, and the scout's pistol went off and smashed Nezha's penis. "Sure enough, he is a sharpshooter!" "Shoot the bird that stands out!" Ding Gou'er was so ashamed that he hurriedly picked up the briefcase, took out the gun, and buckled the safety.He said to the two cadres: "I definitely took the insurance!" "A good horse stumbles sometimes." "Fires are a regular occurrence." The tolerance and persuasion of the mine manager and the party secretary made Ding Gou'er even more embarrassed. When he rushed in the door, his arrogance dissipated. He even nodded humbly. stopped him. "Welcome Comrade Ding Gouer!" "We welcome you to come to the mine to guide the work!" Ding Gou'er was embarrassed to ask them where they got the news that he was coming to the coal mine. Rubbing his nose, he said, "Comrade Mine Manager, Comrade Party Secretary, I came to your mine to investigate the braised baby incident on the order of Comrade xx. This case is of great importance and top secret." The mine manager and party secretary looked at each other for about ten seconds, then suddenly slapped their hands and burst out laughing. Ding Gou'er said with a straight face, "Please be serious! The current Deputy Director of the Propaganda Department of the Jiuguo Municipal Party Committee, Diamond Diamond, is an important suspect in this case. He came out of the expensive mine." Maybe it was the mine manager or the party secretary who said: "Yes, Minister Jin used to be the elementary school teacher for my mine children. He is a capable, principled, and one-in-a-million good comrade." "Please tell me about him!" "We ate and drank and talked." Before Ding Gou'er could argue, he was pushed into the banquet. Dear Teacher Mo Yan: Hello! Please allow me to introduce myself: I am a doctoral student majoring in blending at the Brewing College of Jiuguo City. My surname is Li, and my name is Yidou—this is my pseudonym. The well-known writer (not flattering) can naturally know my intention of using this pseudonym.I am in the country of wine, my heart is in literature, and my whole body is thrashing about in the sea of ​​literature.For this, my mentor is also my wife's father, my mother-in-law's husband, and my father-in-law.The father-in-law is also Taishan.Professor Yuan Shuangyu, commonly known as the old man, often criticized me for not doing my job properly, and even instigated his daughter to divorce me.I am not afraid, for the sake of literary integrity, I dare to go up the mountain of swords, and dare to break into the sea of ​​fire.I refuted him and said: What do you mean by not doing your job properly?Tolstoy was a soldier, Gorky was a baker and a dish washer, Guo Moruo was a medical student, and Wang Meng was the deputy secretary of the Beijing Branch of the New Democratic Youth League. Didn’t they all change their careers to literature?My father-in-law still wanted to argue with me. I imitated Ruan Ji and gave him a blank stare. It’s just that I’m not skilled enough to cover up all the blue eyes. Neither can Lu Xun, right? What are you talking about?This is simply Confucius reading in front of the door, Guan Yunchang playing big swords in front of Guan Yunchang, and talking about drinking in front of Diamond Diamond. Closer to home. Dear teacher Mo Yan, I have read all your masterpieces, and I admire you so much. One soul was born, and two souls nirvana. "Phoenix Nirvana" Guo Moruo, Gorky.I especially admire your "Dionysus" spirit of never getting drunk. I read an article of yours saying that "wine is literature" and "people who don't understand wine can't talk about literature". Your words are like enlightenment. Make me suddenly open my mouth.Exactly: open the two top doors, and pour a bucket of Moutai.In this world, there are no more than a hundred people who know more about wine than me, of course, you are an exception.I know everything about wine history, wine brewing, wine classification, wine chemical structure, and wine physical state. Therefore, I am fascinated by literature, and I think I can do literature.Your judgment is equivalent to giving me a glass of peace of mind, just like Li Yuhe drank Grandma Li's glass of wine before he was arrested by Hatoyama.So, Teacher Mo Yan, you should now understand why I wrote you this letter, right?Please be respected by your disciples! Recently, I watched the movie "Red Sorghum", which was adapted from the original work of the teacher and you participated in the screenwriting. After watching it, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep all night, drinking one cup after another, teacher, I am so happy for you, I am for you be proud.Teacher Mo Yan, you are the pride of our Liquor Country!I am going to appeal to all walks of life to speak to the leaders of the Municipal Party Committee, and to recruit you from Northeast Gaomi Township to settle down in our wine country. Teacher, please wait for my news. Dear teacher Mo Yan, I am writing to you for the first time, and I dare not be too wordy.Send a novel with the letter, and ask the teacher to criticize and correct.This is what I wrote on the night after watching the movie "Red Sorghum", tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep; while drinking, I wrote it like the wind.After the teacher reads it, if he thinks it is acceptable, I sincerely hope that I can help you recommend it for publication.The disciple is so polite! I wish my teacher Wen Si Quan Chung! Your student: Li Yidou Another: Teacher, if you need good wine, please ask for instructions, and the students will do it immediately. Dr. Wine: Both the letter and the masterpiece "Alcohol" have been received, so don't read them. I am a person who has never been to school, so I admire and respect everyone who studies in university, let alone you, a doctoral student. It seems that it is not a wise move to engage in literature in the current era. People in our industry lament that they have no other choice but to engage in literature.A man named Li Qi wrote a novel "Don't Treat Me Like a Dog", in which a few hooligans were written, and when they couldn't do anything by cheating, kidnapping and stealing, they said: We Be a fucking writer!I don't want to say more about the implication, you might as well find this novel to read. You are a doctor of wine, which really makes me terribly envious. If I were a doctor of wine, I don't think I would change my career and write some bullshit novels.In the wine-smelling China, is there any other more promising, more promising, and more affordable major than studying wine?In the past, it was said that "the book has its own house of gold, the book has its own thousand kinds of millet, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu".You see, the Vice Minister of Diamond Diamond, didn't he become a big star admired by everyone in the city of Liquorland just by relying on his capacity for drinking like an ocean?You say, what kind of writer can compare to your Deputy Minister Kim?So, brother, I advise you to listen to your father-in-law's words, and do your wine knowledge down-to-earth, so as not to go astray and delay your youth. You said in your letter that you decided to change your career to literature after reading my articles. This is a great sin. What "wine is literature" and "you can't talk about literature if you don't understand wine" are all nonsense when I was drunk. Don't believe it, or it will really kill me. I have read the masterpiece carefully. I have no theoretical foundation and low appreciation, so I dare not criticize it.I have sent the masterpiece to the editorial department of "National Literature", where the most outstanding contemporary Chinese literary editors gather. If you are Maxima, I believe that Bole will find it. I have no shortage of wine here, thank you for your kindness. That is, I wish you well-being! Mo Yan "Alcohol" Dear friends, dear students, when I learned that I was hired as a visiting professor of the Brewing University, the incomparable honor was like a warm spring breeze in the cold winter, blowing through my loyalty, green intestines and lungs, and my heart. There's my purple, hardworking liver.I am able to speak to you from this hallowed rostrum adorned with cypresses and plastic flowers, mostly because of its special talents.You know, most of the alcohol ingested in the body is decomposed by the liver... Diamond Diamond stood on the high podium in the public lecture hall of the Brewing University of Jiuguo City, performing his duties with a solemn expression.The first class he taught had a broad and broad topic—alcohol and society—just as an outstanding senior leader never gave a speech on specific events—he was as condescending as God—he talked about the past, the present, Talking about the world, collecting and citing extensively-similarly, an excellent visiting professor will never limit his lecture content to his topic.Although he can fly in the sky, he must return to the earth from time to time.He seems to be rambling, but every word has a direct or indirect connection with his subject. The 900 male and female college students with swollen heads and yearning hearts in Jiuguo University gathered together with their professors, lecturers, teaching assistants, and school leaders, like a group of small stars, looking up at a big star.It was a sunny spring morning, and diamonds radiated diamond-like light from the pulpit.Among the audience, Professor Yuan Shuangyu, who was over sixty years old, held his stubborn head high. His white hair was fluttering and he was graceful. The roots of his hair were as clear as silver threads. The spirit of immortality, the idle clouds, and the wild cranes.His showy silver head formed an air of majesty, like a camel in a herd of sheep.This old man was my mentor. I not only knew him but also his wife. Later, I fell in love with their daughter and got married. He and his wife naturally became my father-in-law and mother-in-law.I was also attending a lecture in the big classroom that day. I was a doctoral student majoring in blending at the Brewing University, and my supervisor was my father-in-law.Alcohol is my spirit, my soul, and the title of my novel.Writing novels is my hobby, so I don't have much burden, I can let the horse go, I can write while drinking.Good wine!Yes really good wine!Good wine, good wine, good wine comes out of my hands.After drinking my wine, you can breathe up and down without coughing; after drinking our wine, you can eat an old sow without raising your head!I put the glass of wine on the lacquer plate crisply, and the scene in the big classroom emerged in front of me in time.In the laboratory, in the wine blending laboratory, the clear wine is overflowing with different levels of red in the transparent glass bottle, the light is chirping in the lamp, the wine is running in the blood, the thought is retrograde in the river of time, the diamond is small, His elastic and rich face radiates seductive charm. He is the glory and pride of Liquorland City, and the object of worship of college students.A child is like a diamond.Marry your husband when you marry a diamond.There is no banquet without wine, and there is no Liquorland without diamonds.He drank a large glass of wine and dabbed his silk-smooth lips with an elegant silk handkerchief.Wan Guoxiang, the flower of the blending department, wore the most beautiful floral dress in the world and filled the wine glass for our guest professor with the most standard movements.He glanced at her affectionately, and she blushed with shame, or even a red cloud of happiness climbed up her cheeks.I know that among the girls in the audience, some are jealous, some are jealous, and some are gnashing their teeth.His voice was resonant, and his throat was unobstructed, requiring no cleaning at all.His cough was a mere affliction of great men, an innocuous habit.He said: Dear comrades, dear students, don't be superstitious about geniuses.Genius is hard work.Of course, materialists do not generally deny the superiority of individual organs in individual persons.But this is not the decisive factor after all.I admit that my ability to decompose alcohol is inherently strong, but without hard training, my skills and art may not be able to reach this brilliant level. He is very humble. People who are really capable are humble, and those who brag are often incompetent or have no great ability.You drank your glass gracefully.Miss Blending fills you with wine gracefully.I fill my own glass with weary hands.Everyone greeted each other with knowing smiles.Li Baidou's Hundred Poems on Wine.Li Bai is not as good as me. Li Bai has to dig out his wallet for drinking. I don’t need it. I can drink experimental wine. Li Bai is a great writer and I am an amateur literature lover. The wine from the laboratory was stolen and delivered to his home.He won't lie to me.Where did his lecture go?Let us prick up our ears and concentrate. The 900 college students are like 900 energetic little donkeys. The little donkey, visiting professor Diamond Diamond's expression and posture are the same as the little donkey's.He shook his head and tail on the podium, looking very cute.He said, my history of drinking can be traced back forty years ago. I took root in my mother's womb during the month of celebration for all peoples. According to the investigation before that, my parents were as excited as everyone else. Crazy, ensuing ecstasy in a hypnotic ecstasy, so I'm a product, a by-product of the ecstasy.Classmates, we all know the relationship between carnival and wine. It doesn’t matter whether carnival is Dionysian or not. It doesn’t matter whether Nietzsche was born on Dionysus. What matters is that I am the sperm of my father’s carnival and my mother’s carnival. The product of the combination of eggs, this determines my fate with wine.He unfolded the two slips of paper handed over, read them, and said generously, I am a political and ideological worker of the party, how can I promote idealism?I am an out-and-out materialist, "material first, spirit second", is the handwriting embroidered with gold thread on the battle flag I will always hold high.Even though the sperm is carnival, it is also a substance. In the same way, isn’t the carnival egg not a substance?Another example: Can carnival people abandon their bones and flesh, and become a pure spirit and fly around? !Well, dear students, time is precious, time is money, and time is life. Let’s not go around in circles on these simple issues. Chinese, Hong Kong and Macao compatriots dare not neglect in the slightest. When Diamond mentioned "ape wine," I watched my mother-in-law's husband's deltoid muscles tense up in the back of the room, and they turned red.The old man was disturbed for half his life by this legendary thing that is incomparable to the fine nectar and jade liquid.Brewing "ape wine" and turning the magical legend into a liquid in a container is a good thing that the two million people of Jiuguo City dream of. It is a key research project. The city has invested a huge amount of money. His deltoids are not tense whose deltoids are tense?I can't see his face.I basically saw his face. Classmates, let such a sacred image appear in front of our eyes, a group of ecstatic sperm insects, wagging their soft tails, rushing towards the bunker like a group of brave soldiers, no, although they are ecstatic, their actions are lively and gentle.At that time, Hitler, the leader of fascism, hoped that young people in Germany should be "as flexible as hounds, as flexible as leather, as hard as Krupp steel".Although Hitler's ideal youth is a bit like the swarms of sperms swimming in front of our eyes-one of which is my inner core-but even the best metaphor can't be used twice, let alone the creator of this metaphor is hated