Chapter 2 Chapter two

The mine manager and the secretary of the party committee stood facing each other, with their left arms bent to their chests, their right arms stretched forward, and their palms straight, in a straight line, like two strictly trained traffic policemen.Due to the astonishing resemblance of their faces, each of them became the mirror of the other.Between them, a one-meter-wide, scarlet-carpeted path opened, leading to a gorgeously lit corridor.Liao Gou'er's arrogance dissipated completely in the face of sincere courtesy, and he timidly stood beside the two leaders, not knowing whether he should take a step forward.The earnest expressions on their faces were like fat and sticky grease, which accumulated thicker and never melted because of Ding Gouer's hesitation.Yes, the gods never speak, they don't speak, but their gestures are more vivid and powerful than sweet words, and you can't resist them.Ding Gou'er walked past them half helplessly and half gratefully, and the mine manager and party secretary immediately followed behind him, and the three of them formed a standard isosceles triangle.The corridor seemed to be endless, which made Gou'er suspicious.He clearly remembered: How could such a long corridor be accommodated by only a dozen houses surrounded by sunflowers?On the walls with milky white wallpaper on both sides, two red lights in the shape of torches appeared symmetrically at three steps apart.The metal arm holding the red torch is bright and lifelike, as if protruding from outside the wall.He was horrified to feel that there was a bronze-colored man standing outside each lamp, walking in the corridor covered with red carpet, as if walking in a forest of guns.I became a criminal, and the party secretary and the mine manager became soldiers escorting the prisoners.Ding Gou'er's heart was palpitating, his mind was cracked, and a few cool winds of reason poured in.He remembered the great mission, the sacred duty.Fooling around with girls does not interfere with the fulfillment of sacred duties, but drinking does; for fooling around with girls clears the mind, but drinking benumbs the nerves.He stopped, turned around and said, "I'm here to investigate the situation, not to drink."

His words revealed a taste of impoliteness.The mine manager and the party secretary exchanged exactly the same look, without any irritation, they still said kindly: "I know, I won't let you drink." Ding Gou'er really couldn't tell which of these two brothers was the party secretary and who was the mine manager, and he wanted to ask because he was afraid they would be unhappy, so he had to stay confused. Anyway, the two brothers looked similar, and the two official titles of party secretary and mine manager were similar. . "Please, please, if you don't drink, you have to eat."

Ding Gou'er had no choice but to continue walking forward, he really hated this triangular formation of one in front and two behind, as if this corridor led not to the banquet but to the court.He slowed down, hoping to walk alongside them.But this is an illusion: he slows down, and the two behind him also slow down, the triangle is stable, and he is always in the position of being escorted. The corridor suddenly turned a corner, the red carpet sloped down, the wall lights became brighter, and the arm holding the torch became more vigorous, as if it had a living life.Countless dangerous thoughts flew in his mind like golden flies, and he couldn't help but tighten the briefcase under his armpit. The hard iron pinched his ribs, giving him spiritual comfort.It only takes two seconds for me to point the black muzzle at the chests of these two people, even if I go to hell, even if I go to the grave, you bastards, I am not afraid of you.

Now he knew that the corridor had gone deep into the ground. Although the wall lamps and carpets were still bright and bright, he felt an intrusive cool air, of course it was not a cold feeling. A bright-eyed, white-toothed waitress in a scarlet uniform and boat cap greeted them at the end of the corridor.The well-trained smile on the girl's face and the strong fragrance of her hair relaxed Ding Gou'er's nerves.Restraining his desire to touch her hair, he engages in deep self-criticism and self-justification.The girl opened the door with polished stainless steel handles for them, and said the chief, please come in, and the triangle finally collapsed.Ding Gou'er breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a luxurious restaurant, no matter the color or the light, they are soft enough to remind people of love and happiness. The only thing that destroys love and happiness is a faint and very strange smell.Ding Gou'er's eyes gleamed, and he quickly surveyed everything in the restaurant: from the orange-red leather sofa to the pale yellow silk screens, from the white carved ceiling to the white tablecloth on the dining table.A large chandelier hangs in the middle of the ceiling, the glass is crystal, exquisite and translucent, full of brilliance, like a string of beads.The floor was as clean as a mirror. It must have just been waxed.A karaoke accompaniment tape was shown on the large-screen color TV in the corner, the music was sweet and lingering, and a girl in a swimsuit was posing in it.When he was looking at the room, the party secretary and the mine manager looked at him. Of course they couldn't guess that he was looking for the source of that strange smell.

"Welcome to the backcountry!" "The conditions are poor, sorry." Ding Gou'er continued to observe: the big round dining table was divided into three layers, on the first layer there were short and thick glass beer glasses, tall glass wine glasses, taller white wine glasses, celadon teacups with lids, and imitation glasses in sleeves. Ivory chopsticks, various plates, large and small bowls, stainless steel knives and forks, Zhonghua brand cigarettes, Jipin Yunyan, Marlboro made in the United States, 555 made in the United Kingdom, big cigars from the Philippines, big red-headed matches in a special color box, gold-plated gas lighter, peacock tail Shape fake crystal ashtray.There are eight cold dishes on the second floor: a vermicelli egg shredded with dried shrimps, a spicy beef slice, a curry cauliflower, a cucumber stick, a duck feet jelly, a white sugar mixed lotus root, a celery heart, and a deep-fried scorpion .Ding Gou'er was someone who had seen the world, so he thought these eight cold dishes were ordinary and nothing surprising.On the third layer of the disc, there is a pot of cactus full of hard thorns.The cactus tickled Hook so unpleasantly, he thought why not put a pot of flowers?

There were some concessions when taking a seat. Ding Gouer believed that the round table did not matter whether the upper or lower ranks mattered, but the party secretary and the mine manager insisted that the seat by the window was the upper rank.Ding Gou'er had no choice but to sit by the window, and the secretary of the party committee and the mine manager took the seats next to him. A few waiters as bright as red flags were floating around in the restaurant, fanning some chilly breeze, which stirred up the strange smell in the whole restaurant. The taste of the parts is naturally also mixed in the restaurant.The taste clouded and lost its sharp sharpness.Ding Gou'er's attention was diverted.

A small, apricot-yellow towel that was steaming was held in front of him by a wide stainless steel clip.He froze for a moment, took the towel, didn't wipe his hands, first looked up along the clip, and saw a small white hand, a round face, and two black eyes covered by eyelashes.This girl's eyelids are intricately layered, giving people a bad impression of scarred eyes, but she is not scarred eyes.After reading it, he wiped his face and hands with a hot towel. There was a smell of perfume like moldy apples on the towel. Through this inferior fragrance, he also smelled a fishy smell of overnight semen.As soon as he finished wiping his hands and face, the steel clip reached over and squeezed the towel away.

The secretary of the party committee and the mine manager offered cigarettes to him and lit a fire for him. Maotai was poured into the white wine glass, Dynasty Dry Red was poured into the wine glass, and Tsingtao Beer was poured into the beer glass.Maybe the party secretary or the mine manager said: "We are patriots and boycott foreign alcohol." Ding Jun'er said: "I said not to drink." "Comrade Lao Ding, you have come all the way. We don't mind if you don't drink. We keep everything simple and have a regular meal. How can we show the close relationship between superiors and subordinates without drinking? Alcohol is an important source of tax for the country. Drinking is actually a contribution to the country. .Drink some, drink some, don't let us lose our face."

While talking, the two of them picked up the white wine glass, held it up high, and brought it to Ding Gou'er.The pure and transparent wine trembled slightly, filled with aroma, which produced great temptation.His throat was itchy, and he was salivating profusely, pressing his tongue to moisten his mouth.He stammered, "It's so rich...you get rewarded for nothing..." "What's rich, Comrade Ding, you are slapping us in the face! We are a small mine with poor foundation and poor conditions, and the level of chefs is also low. You are from a big city. You have traveled far and wide, and you have seen a lot. What kind of Have you never tasted fine wine and famous wine? Have you never eaten any kind of bobcat or beast? Just laugh at it.” The party secretary or the mine manager said, “Take it easy, we are all cadres, and we must respond to the call of the municipal party committee: Tighten your belt to live, please You understand and forgive."

The two of them chattered endlessly, and the white wine glass they held up gradually approached Ding Gou'er's lips.He swallowed a mouthful of viscous saliva with difficulty, stretched out his hand to the wine glass, picked it up, and felt the small size of the wine glass and the heavy weight of the wine.The cups of the party secretary and mine manager touched Ding Gou'er's cup crisply.His hands trembled, and a few drops of wine spilled on the tiger's mouth, and the skin there felt a blissful coolness.In the blissful coolness, he heard the two sides say: drink first to respect!Drink first as a respect! The party secretary and the mine manager poured the wine into their mouths and showed him the empty glass.Ding Gou'er knew the rule of three cups for one drop left.He drank half a glass, and the elegant aroma rolled in his mouth.The two people around him didn't criticize him, they just showed the drained wine glass in front of him.The power of role models is endless.Ding Gou'er drank the wine in his glass. The three empty glasses were filled with wine.Ding Gou'er said, "I won't drink anymore, too much wine will cause trouble." "Good things come in pairs! Good things come in pairs!" He covered the empty glass with his hand and said, "All right, all right!" "Sit down with three cups, this is a local custom." After drinking three glasses of wine, his head started to dizzy, he picked up some chopsticks and picked up some vermicelli, the vermicelli was mischievous and very cunning.The secretary of the party committee and the mine manager kindly helped him lift two fans with chopsticks, brought them to his mouth, and urged loudly: "Suck!" Ding Gou'er sucked in forcefully, and with a squeak, the fans rushed into his mouth trembling.A waitress covered her mouth and laughed.The girl smiled, the man was in high spirits, and the atmosphere at the banquet suddenly became lively. The wine glass was filled again, the party secretary or the mine manager raised his glass and said that it was an honor for Ding Gouer, a senior scout, to come to the mine to investigate us. I look down on the working class and look down on the coal sunspots who dig coal. Ding Gou'er saw the flush of excitement on his white face, and guessed that his toast was really heavy, and he had to drink it, like thousands of people wearing aluminum helmets, belts around their waists, black all over, and white teeth. The coal digger was staring at him with piercing eyes, which made his heart flutter, so he drank three glasses very happily. The other followed closely and wished Scout Ding Gouer good health and happiness in the name of his eighty-four-year-old mother.Ding Gou'er refused to drink. The man said, Comrade Ding, we are all mothers, right?As the saying goes, "Seventy-three, eighty-four, the king of hell will not tell me to go", which means that our old mother is likely to die this year. Do you have the nerve to decline a dying old mother toasting you with a glass of water and wine?Ding Gou'er was a dutiful son. There was also a white-haired old mother in his hometown. Let this old man talk nonsense, and his heart was sour. How dare the mother refuse to drink the wine she offered her son?Filial piety turned into strength, he picked up the wine glass and drank it down. After drinking nine glasses of white wine in a row, Ding Gouer felt his body and consciousness begin to separate. At the Baihui acupoint, stretched his neck and crawled out, the body thrown away by consciousness, just like a cocoon shell discarded by a butterfly, lightly lost weight. Now he must drink whenever he is persuaded, cup after cup, as if pouring into a bottomless abyss, without even the slightest response.While they were drinking, steaming hot and brightly colored dishes were served on wheels, and the three red waitresses rolled back and forth like three burning flames, like three spherical lightning bolts.He vaguely remembered eating red crabs the size of a palm, big prawns as thick as a rolling pin hung with red oil, and giant turtles with green caps floating in green celery leaf soup, like a new type of tank in camouflage, all golden and squinted. The yellow-eyed chicken, the red carp with greasy sound all over its body and its mouth moving, the steamed fresh shellfish piled up in the shape of an exquisite pagoda, and a plate of lifelike red radishes just pulled out of the vegetable bed... His mouth is full of fragrance. Greasy, sticky, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty, with mixed feelings in my heart, the eyes of the flesh are drifting in the curling fragrance mist, and the eyes of consciousness hanging in the air see the odor molecules of various colors and shapes in a limited space. Infinite movement in the space, turbidity into a three-dimensional shape with the same shape as the restaurant space, of course, some are inevitably attached to the wallpaper, to the curtains, to the sofa covers, to the lamps, to the red girls’ On the eyelashes, attached to the shiny foreheads of the party secretary and the mine manager, attached to the crooked and swaying rays of light that had no shape but now had a shape... Then he felt a vague feeling. The hand with many fingers looked like an octopus handing him a glass of bright red wine.The remnants of consciousness that remained in the body worked hard with the last of its strength, so that he, who was separated, saw the hand whirling like a pink lotus with its petals.And that glass of wine is layered upon layer upon layer, like an exquisite pagoda, or a photo created with special effects. Around the relatively stable and deep lake of bright red, a cloud of light red mist roams.This is not a glass of wine, but a rising sun, a cold fire, a lover's heart... After a while, he will feel that the glass of beer is like the full brown moon that was hanging in the sky and now slipping into the dining room , an infinitely expanding grapefruit, a yellow ball with countless soft thorns, a fluffy vixen... The consciousness hanging from the ceiling is sneering, and the cool gas released from the air conditioner breaks through many obstacles and reaches the zenith , Gradually cooling and forming its wings, the patterns on them are indeed extremely beautiful.His consciousness broke away from his body and spread his wings to fly in the restaurant.It sometimes rubs against the silk curtains - of course its wings are thinner, softer and more translucent than silk curtains... Sometimes it rubs against the strings of glass necklaces on the school-shaped chandelier that analyze and refract light, sometimes it rubs against the red clothes Girls' cherry lips and tiny nipples like red cherries or something more secretive and sneaky.On the teacup, on the wine bottle, in the joints of the floor, in the gaps in the hair, in the holes of the Chinese cigarette filter...the traces of its rubbing are left everywhere.Like a greedy little beast occupying its territory, it has stamped its scent on everything.There is no hindrance to a winged consciousness, tangible and intangible, which moves happily and smoothly through the circles of the chandelier chain, from a to b and back again To the C ring, as long as it is willing, it can go round and round, go back and forth, and go on without any obstacles.But it's enough of the game.It got into the skirt of a plump red girl, and caressed her legs like a cool breeze—goose bumps on the legs, the feeling of lubricity faded away and the feeling of dryness appeared—it rose rapidly, Flying over the forest with eyes closed, the green forest tops scratched its wings.Because it can fly and deform, mountains and rivers cannot block it, so pinhole keyholes can also come in and out freely.Between the breasts of the prettiest waitress, it flirted with a red beetle with three fine yellow hairs, made trouble with a dozen beads of sweat, and finally got into her nostrils and poked her with its tentacles nose hair. The red girl sneezed loudly and fired it like a bullet, hitting the potted cactus on the third tier of the dining table.The counterforce made it feel like it had been slapped by a cactus, a thorny slap.Ding Gou'er felt a severe headache, and the hot current in his abdomen twisted, forming countless turbulent eddies, his whole body was itchy, and patches of wheal rash broke out.It rested on his scalp, panting and crying.Ding Gou'er's physical eyes recovered, but his conscious eyes temporarily went into a coma. He saw the secretary of the party committee and the mine manager holding their wine glasses high and looking at him condescendingly.Their voices were loud and powerful, reverberating on the walls of the room, and the sound waves were like waves, like waves hitting the rocks and returning, like a shepherd boy standing on the top of a mountain and calling to the flock to the distant mountains: baa-baa-baa- —Crash—Crash—Crash—"Comrade Lao Ding, we are actually a family. We are brothers from the same mother. Brothers must drink to their heart's content, and they must enjoy their lives when they are proud. Go to the grave happily... and then... three Ten cups...instead of Vice Minister Jin...thirty cups to you...drink, drink...whoever doesn't drink is not a good man...golden gold...diamond can drink...his old man has a lot...boundless... " Diamond!The name penetrated into Ding Gou'er's heart like a diamond, and in a burst of constricting pain, he opened his mouth wide, spewing out a cloudy liquid, and also spewed out a startling sentence: "This wolf ...Wow...Eating Braised Babies...Wow...Wolf...!" His consciousness flew back to the nest like a frightened bird, and Ding Gou'er's stomach and intestines writhed in unspeakable pain.He felt two fists lightly beating his back, wow... wine... mucus, tears and snot pouring down his nose, sweet and lingering, and the green water in front of his eyes. "Are you feeling better? Comrade Ding Gouer?" "Comrade Ding Gouer? How are you?" "Pit up, spit out, spit out as much as you want, spit out all the bitterness in your stomach!" "Humans need to vomit, and vomiting is good for health." The secretary of the party committee and the mine manager clamped him from left to right, beat his back with their fists, and fed his ears with words of comfort and persuasion, like two rural doctors rescuing a drowning child, like two young people A mentor educates a fallen youth. After Ding Gou'er spit out some green juice, a red waitress fed him a cup of green Longjing tea, and another red waitress gave him a cup of burnt yellow old Shanxi mature vinegar, and the secretary of the party committee or the mine manager stuffed it into his mouth. A piece of fresh lotus root with rock sugar, stuffed into the hole under his nose by the mine manager or party secretary, and a piece of snow pear soaked in honey. A red lady wiped his face carefully with a wet towel dripped with mint cool oil, and a red lady cleaned his face. For the filth on the floor, a red lady wiped the remnants of the filth with a white silk cotton mop sprayed with deodorant, a red lady removed the messy cups and plates, and a red lady re-arranged the table. Ding Gou'er was so moved by this series of lightning-fast service work that he felt a little regretful about the radical words he spouted with the wine just now. When he was about to make up for his mistakes, the party secretary or mine manager said: "Comrade old Ding, what do you think? How about us waiters?" Ding Gou'er shyly looked at those delicate faces like flowers, and praised repeatedly: "Good! Good! Good!" The red waitresses must have been well-trained, like a group of puppies vying for food, or like a group of young pioneers presenting flowers to the distinguished guests, swarming over. Anyway, there are empty wine glasses on the three-story dining table, and everyone grabs one. Big ones, big ones, small ones, pour red wine, yellow wine, and white wine, full and shallow, shouting in unison, with high voices and low voices, toasting Ding Gou'er. Ding Gou'er was sweating all over his body, his lips were frozen and his tongue was stiff, he couldn't utter a single word, so he could only grit his teeth and stare as he poured the ecstasy soup into his stomach.Sure enough, the general was saddened by the beauty pass, only for a while... Now, he feels very bad, the little goblin who made trouble is arching back and forth in the melon of his head, and poking his head out of the hole above his head again.He really experienced the feeling of being out of his mind.The pain of the soul hanging upside down on the ceiling really frightened him, and he even wanted to cover the escape channel of consciousness above his head with his hands.Covering his head was indecent, so he remembered the peaked cap he wore on his head when he approached the female driver on the truck.From the peaked cap to the briefcase with a black pistol inside, sweat flowed from the armpits.His look around caught the attention of a bright red lady who pulled out his briefcase out of nowhere.He picked it up, squeezed the iron guy, it was still hard, and the sweat stopped immediately.The peaked cap is gone.He was vividly reminded of Watchdog.The gatekeeper, the young people in the security department, the log piles, the sunflower forest, these scenes and people seem to be very far away from him. I don't know if he has really seen it or it is a dream.He carefully placed the briefcase between his knees, and the elves that were shaking, turbulent, and preparing to defect made his eyes appear flickering, flickering, and flickering. He saw that his knees were covered with oil stains and Smudges, they are sometimes bright maps of China, and sometimes dark maps of Java. Although they are sometimes misplaced, he tries to adjust them.He hopes that the map of China will always be bright and clear, and the map of Java will always be dark and blurred. One minute before the vice director of the Propaganda Department of the Jiuguo Municipal Party Committee, Diamond Diamond, opened the door and entered, Ding Gou'er felt extremely painful in his stomach.It seems that there is a bunch of tangled things burrowing and arching in the belly, astringent, sticky, sticky, entangled, entangled, hooked, hooked, dragged and dragged, buzzing, like a nest of poisonous snakes .He knew it was the guts playing tricks.Feeling up, a fire is burning, a half-worn bamboo broom brushes the stomach wall like a heavily stained painted toilet.Ouch, my own mother too!The scout groaned secretly, this feeling is really uncomfortable, today is a bloody bad luck!I fell into the trick of Luoshan Coal Mine!Hit the trick!Hit by a beauty trick! Ding Gou'er stood up with his waist hooked, but he couldn't feel where his legs were, so he actually didn't know who made him sit on the chair again.Is it the legs or the brain?Is it the burning eyes of the red women?Or did the party secretary and mine manager press his shoulders? When he slumped on the chair, he heard distant creaking sounds coming from under his buttocks. The red girls covered their mouths and laughed. He wanted to get angry, but he didn't have the strength. The body was divorced from consciousness, or... the old trick Repeat... Consciousness is defecting.At this embarrassing and painful moment, Deputy Minister Diamond exuded the light of diamonds and the smell of gold, like spring, sunshine, ideals, and hope. He is a well-mannered middle-aged man with slightly dark skin, a broad and long face, and a high nose bridge. His eyes are covered by a pair of silver-rimmed tea-color crystal stone glasses. Under the light, his eyes are like two unfathomable black holes. well.He is of medium build, wearing a neat dark blue suit, a snow-white shirt with a small collar, a white checkered tie with a blue background, and shiny black leather shoes on his feet. His hair is fluffy and fluffy. It's not messy, it's not light, and there is a copper tooth in this man's mouth, maybe it's a gold tooth.That's what diamonds look like. Ding Gouer was stunned, he felt fatefully: my real opponent appeared. The secretary of the party committee and the mine manager quickly stood up and knocked their knees against the edge of the dining table. A glass of beer was hastily swept down by one sleeve. The brown wine soaked the tablecloth and even flowed onto one person's knee.Regardless of all this, they lifted the chairs, turned around from both sides, and greeted that person.The joyful cries of Minister Kim coming finished before the beer mug tipped over. The man's laughter was loud, squeezing the air wave after wave, and squeezing the beautiful butterfly on Ding Gou'er's head.He didn't want to stand up, but stood up.He didn't want to smile, but a smile appeared on his face.Ding Gou'er smiled and stood up to greet him. The party secretary and the mine manager said almost in unison: "This is Director Jin of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee, and this is Ding Gouer, a special scout from the Provincial Procuratorate." Diamond Diamond clasped his fists in his chest and said with a playful smile, "I'm sorry, brother, you're late." He passed his hand in front of Ding Gou'er.Ding Gou'er didn't want to shake hands with him but took his hand.He thought in his heart that the claws of the baby-eating devil must be terribly cold, but he felt his hands were soft and warm, slightly moist with comfort.He heard Diamond said politely: "Welcome, welcome, I have long admired your name!" Huhulong sat down again, Ding Gouer gritted his teeth, and mobilized himself to keep a clear head and never drink another glass of wine.He ordered himself in his heart: start working! Now he sat side by side with Diamond, keeping a high level of vigilance.Diamond Diamond, diamond diamond, even if you have a solid wall, even if you are a relative of the emperor, even if you are intertwined, even if you have a net of heaven and earth, don't think about it if you fall into my hands.My life is hard, and no one else's life should be easy! Diamond Diamond said proactively, "I'm late, and I'll be punished with thirty glasses of alcohol!" Ding Gou'er was taken aback by his words, but on the other hand, he saw a knowing smile on the face of the secretary of the party committee or the manager of the mine.The red waitress brought a tray of brand new wine utensils, shining brightly, and placed it in front of Diamond.The red waitress was holding the jug, pouring wine into the glass like a phoenix nodding.The waitress has been trained for a long time, and she pours steadily, accurately, and ruthlessly, without spilling a drop, and the cups are full. After the last cup is poured, the small pearl-like bubbles in the first cup have not yet dissipated.In front of Diamond Diamond is like a wonderful flower blooming.Ding Gou'er was amazed.One praises the service lady for her superb skills and exquisiteness; the other praises the diamond hero's courage, and it really is "I don't dare to do porcelain work without diamonds." Diamond took off his shirt, which was picked up by a red lady.He turned to Gou'er and said, "Comrade Lao Ding, do you think this is thirty cups of mineral water or thirty cups of white wine?" Ding Gou'er twitched his nose, his sense of smell was a little numb. "If you want to know the taste of a pear, you have to taste the pear yourself; if you want to distinguish whether it is real wine or fake wine, you have to taste it yourself. Please choose three glasses from these wine glasses." Although Ding Gou'er knew from the report materials that Diamond Diamond was good at drinking, he still had some doubts.Coupled with the urging from both sides, he took out three wine glasses from that piece of wine glass, dipped a little in each glass with the tip of his tongue, it was fragrant and mellow, it was indeed genuine. Diamond Diamond said: "Comrade Lao Ding, drink up these three cups!" The person next to him said: "This is the rule, you are sticking to it." He also said: "It doesn't hurt to drink it, but it hurts to spill it. Waste is the biggest crime." Ding Gou'er had no choice but to drink up the three glasses of wine. Diamond said: "Thank you, thank you! It's time for me to drink!" He picked up a glass of wine and drank it lightly, without sipping, drinking, or spilling. The style of the wine was simple and elegant, showing a good demeanor in the wine market.Then he drank faster and faster, but the movements were precise, clean, rhythmic and rhythmic.He slowly picked up the last glass of wine, drawing a graceful arc on his chest, as if the bow of a violin was running on the violin, and the beautiful and deep sound of the violin echoed in the restaurant and flowed in Ding Gou'er's blood.His vigilance gradually disintegrated, and his fondness for diamonds grew slowly like grass sprouts by the stream in spring when the ice had just melted.When he saw Diamond delivered the last glass of wine to his lips, his bright black eyes shone with melancholy light, this man became kind and generous, exuding a touch of sentimentality, both lyrical and beautiful.The sound of the zither was melodious, the cool autumn wind was blowing the golden yellow leaves, and small white flowers were blooming in front of the tombstone. Ding Gou'er's eyes were moist, as if he saw that the glass of wine was like a trickling spring on a rock, flowing into the deep green pond.He begins to love this person. The secretary of the party committee and the mine manager clapped their hands and cheered; Ding Gouer was immersed in poetic feelings and remained silent.There was a small silence.The four red waitresses stood still, like four canna plants with different postures, as if they were listening and meditating.The air conditioner uttered a strange sound in the corner, breaking the silence.The party secretary and the mine manager clamored for Minister Jin to drink another 30 cups. Jin shook his head and said, "If you don't do it, it will be a waste. But when you meet Comrade Lao Ding for the first time, you should offer three times three cups." Ding Gou'er was fascinated by the man who drank thirty glasses of wine without changing his face, intoxicated by his demeanor, by the charm of his voice, by the soft light of his copper or gold teeth. For a while, I couldn't realize the truth that three times three equals nine. In front of Ding Gou'er were nine glasses of wine.There are also nine glasses of wine in front of Diamond Diamond.Ding Gou'er couldn't resist the charm of this man, his consciousness ran counter to his body, and his consciousness shouted: Don't drink!The hand poured the wine into his mouth. After drinking nine glasses of wine, Ding Gou'er's eyes were filled with tears.He didn't know why he was crying, especially at the banquet.No one hit you, no one scolded you, why are you crying?I didn't cry, so is crying just crying?His tears grew more and more, his face was like a lotus leaf after the rain.He heard Diamond say: "Let's have dinner, let Comrade Ding eat and rest." "There is another big dish!" "Smell," Diamond Diamond thought for a while, then said, "Then hurry up!" A red waitress removed the plate of cacti from the dining table.The two red ladies brought up a large gold-plated disc, on which sat a golden-yellow boy with oil all over his body and a strong fragrance. Dear Teacher Mo Yan: Your letter has been received.Thank you for replying to me personally, and for recommending my novel to "National Literature" so quickly.It’s not that I’m drunk and arrogant—this may be very bad—I feel that this novel is full of innovative spirit, brimming with Dionysian spirit, and radiating with revolutionary spirit. If "National Literature" is not published, they will be regarded as blind. I read Mr. Li Qi's shitty novel "Don't Treat Me Like a Dog" that you recommended to me.I'm honestly very angry.Li Qi spoiled the noble and sacred literature to such an unbearable level, it is tolerable, what is unbearable!One day when I meet him, I will definitely have a bloody debate with him. I will refute him until he is speechless and silent, and then I will beat him up so that the boy's seven orifices will bleed, his nose will be bleeding, his face will be bruised, his face will be swollen, and his soul will be scattered. . Just like what you said, teacher, if I concentrate on my major, I will have a bright future in the wine country. I will not be short of food or clothing. I will have a house, status, money, and beautiful women. There will be.But I am an aspiring young man, and I am not willing to soak in wine for a lifetime.I am determined to use literature to transform society, remove mountains, and transform the national character of China, just like Mr. Lu Xun abandoned medicine for literature.For this lofty goal, I don't hesitate to throw my head and blood, even my head, let alone those things outside of me? Teacher Mo Yan, I have made up my mind to engage in literature, even ten fat and strong horses will hardly pull me back.I am a bastard who is determined to eat the weight, so you don't have to persuade me anymore.If you dare to persuade me again, I shall hate you.Literature is the literature of the people, isn't it that you are only allowed to do it and I am not allowed to do it?An important criterion of communism that Marx envisioned back then was the laborization of art and the artization of labor. In communism, everyone is a novelist.Of course we are now in the "primary stage", but the law in the "primary stage" does not stipulate that Dr. Jiu is not allowed to write novels?Teacher, you must not be like those bastard bastards who try to monopolize the literary world when they become famous, and get angry when they see other people writing.As the saying goes: "The back waves of the Yangtze River push forward the front waves, the flowing water front waves give way to the back waves, and the new leaves of the fragrant forest urge the old leaves. The youth will eventually overcome the old." According to one's strength".Teacher, there is a female data officer in our laboratory. The female data officer, surnamed Li Mingyan, claimed to be your student. When you were a political teacher at Baoding Military Officers Junior School, she said she had attended your class.She told me a lot of anecdotes about you, so that I have a more comprehensive understanding of you.She said that you once scolded the famous Chinese writer Wang Meng in class, saying that Wang Meng published an article in the weekly periodical of "China Youth Daily", advising literary youths to retreat from the crowded literary path.She said that you said angrily in class: "Can Wang Meng dominate the literary world by himself? If there is food for everyone to eat and clothes for everyone to wear, you tell me to retreat, but I want to enter!" Teacher, after hearing your anecdote, I downed half a liter of wine in one gulp. I was so excited that even my ten fingertips trembled; my blood boiled all over my body, and my ears turned red like peony petals.Your words are like a loud horn, like a solemn roar, arousing my vigorous fighting spirit.I want to be like you back then, suffering from hardships, eyes staring at gold stars, head hanging from the beam, piercing to the bone, picking up a pen, using it as a knife and gun, I would rather die than retreat, and if I don’t succeed, I will be a benefactor. Teacher, after listening to Li Yan's anecdotes about you, and looking back at your letter, I feel sad and disappointed. What you advised me in the letter is very similar to what Wang Meng advised literary youths (including you) back then!It pains me so much.Teacher, teacher, you must not be like those shameless villains who just throw away the dog-beating stick and then go back and beat the beggar.I think back then you were as thin as a monkey, with three tendons hanging on your head. Teacher, you also came from a hard life on the path of literature. Don’t forget the pain when your scars heal, otherwise, you will lose me and thousands of people. Wan Literary Youth loves you. Teacher, last night, I wrote another novel entitled "Meat Boy".In this novel, I think I used Lu Xun's brushwork more proficiently, and turned a pen in my hand into a sharp knife with ears, peeling off the gorgeous spiritual civilization, revealing the cruel moral barbarism kernel.My novel belongs to the category of "harsh realism".I wrote this novel as a challenge to the "ruffian movement" of "playing with literature" that is currently popular in the literary world, and it is a practice of using literature to arouse the people.My intention is to lash out at the corrupt officials who are full of fat in our wine country. This novel is undoubtedly "a ray of light in the dark kingdom", and it is a new era.If any publication dares to publish it, it will definitely produce a shocking and deafening effect.I am sending it with the letter today, and I ask the teacher to make a big correction. "A thorough materialist is fearless." Teachers don't have to be sympathetic to each other, let alone look around. If you have any opinions, don't hesitate to talk about it. It is one of the glorious traditions of our party. After reading "Meat Boy", if the teacher thinks it has reached the level of publication, please find a husband and marry him.Of course, I know that going to the crematorium to burn people to death depends on relationships, let alone publishing novels?Therefore, teacher, you can boldly tackle key problems, treat guests when you should, give gifts when you should give gifts, and I will reimburse all expenses (don’t forget to issue an invoice). Teacher, "Meat Boy" is my painstaking work, it is better to send it to "National Literature".My rationale is: First, "National Literature" is a leading publication in the Chinese literary world, leading the new trend of literature, publishing one article in this journal is better than publishing two articles at the provincial and municipal levels.Second, I want to take the tactic of "attack a little bit, not as much as the rest" and quickly take down the stubborn fortress of "National Literature"! Praise Da'an! Your student: Li Yidou teacher: I have a friend who is going to Beijing on business, and I ask him to bring you a box (twelve bottles) of the wine "Green Ant Overlapping", which I participated in the development of, for you to taste. Li Yidou and Ji Dr. Wine: Hello! Thank you for your gift of "Green Ant Overlapping". This wine is excellent in color, aroma and taste, but it seems a little uncoordinated in general, like a wine with good facial features, which cannot be said to be beautiful, but lacks such an indescribable charm. woman.My hometown is also a place where the wine industry is well developed. Of course, it is far from your wine country.According to my father, before liberation, there were two sorghum wine-making workshops in our small village with a population of only a hundred. Ten workers, big mule, big horse, big Hulong.As for the people who use millet to make rice wine, they are almost all over the village.One of my father's cousins ​​once gave me a detailed introduction to the process and management of the shochu workshop at that time. He had worked in the "Zongji" distillery in our village for more than ten years.His introduction provided me with a lot of valuable materials for creating "Gaoliang Liquor". The smell of alcohol lingering in the history of my hometown inspired me. I am very interested in wine, and I have seriously thought about the relationship between wine and culture.My novella "Gaoliang Liquor" more or less expressed the results of my thinking.I have always wanted to write a novel about wine, and it is a great honor to meet you, a doctor of wine.In the future, I will ask you many questions, so I hope you don't call me "teacher" anymore. I have read both your letter and the masterpiece "Meat Boy", and I have a lot of feelings, so let's talk about it casually.Let me start with your letter: ①In my opinion, arrogance and humility are two contradictory and interdependent attitudes towards life, and it is difficult to say which is better and which is not.In fact, those who appear to be arrogant are actually very humble; those who appear to be humble are arrogant in their bones.Some people are extremely arrogant in certain aspects and moments, and extremely humble in certain aspects and moments.Absolute arrogance and eternal humility probably do not exist.For example, your "drunken arrogance" is largely a chemical reaction, which seems beyond reproach.Therefore, you feel good about yourself and I feel good after drinking, and you can’t violate the criminal law by scolding the mothers of "National Literature" after drinking, let alone you have not scolded their mothers, you just say "If you don’t publish it, you are considered them Blind." Mile. ②Mr. Li Qi has his reasons for writing novels in such a way. If you think it is not good, just throw it aside and not read it.If you meet him one day, give him two bottles of "Green Ant Overlapping" and hide away. Don't commit the mistake of revolutionary romanticism to have a "bloody debate" with him, let alone try to use force with him. He has practiced gossip boxing, has close ties with the underworld, is ruthless, and dares to do anything. It is rumored that a literary critic in Beijing wrote an article criticizing Li Qi's literature after it was published in a newspaper, but it was not published. Within three days, the critic's wife was abducted and sold by Li Qi and the others to Thailand as a prostitute.Therefore, I advise you to stop worrying about things as soon as possible. In this world, there are many people that God would not dare to mess with, and Li Qi is one of them. ③Since you have become as determined as "38 eating weights to engage in literature", I absolutely dare not persuade your prodigal son to turn back, lest you hate me.There is no way to arouse others' envy unintentionally, but to intentionally arouse others' hatred is to "look in the mirror with your eyes open - looking ugly".I was already ugly enough, so why bother picking my eyes. I feel very comfortable when you scold those "bastard bastards" who want to "dominate the literary world".If there are really a few bastards who want to dominate the literary world, I will scold with you. I taught in Baoding Military Academy more than ten years ago. There are hundreds of students who have attended my class. There seem to be two girls surnamed Li Mingyan. Which one works with you. I really can't remember what happened when I scolded Wang Meng in class.I seem to have read Wang Meng’s article on persuading literary youths to calmly design themselves. I read that article and felt emotionally hit. It’s possible that I felt uncomfortable, but I was promoting communism It is absolutely impossible to drive Wangmeng in the classroom. In fact, I haven't thrown away the beggar stick so far. I think, even if I throw away the beggar stick one day, I won't "beat the beggar" right?I can't make a guarantee, because people's changes are often not determined by themselves. Let's talk about your masterpiece: ①You define your novel as "harsh realism". I really don't know what the connotation of this doctrine is, but it probably means that I can see it.The scenes described in the novel made me shudder.Thanks to this is a novel, if you do a reportage with such content, then things will be very troublesome. ② Regarding the "publication level" of a work, it is generally believed that there are two standards: one is the political standard, and the other is the artistic standard.I'm not sure about either of these.If you are not sure, you are not sure, and it is not that I am "hesitating" on purpose.Fortunately, "National Literature" is full of heroes, so you can listen to their judgment. I have already sent my masterpiece to the editorial department of "National Literature". As for the matter of treating guests and giving gifts, I am very knowledgeable and I can't do it.Whether a large central-level journal like "National Literature" can be invited out and sent in may require you to try it yourself. Good luck! "Meat Boy" In the second half of the autumn night, the moon has come out, hanging in the western half of the sky, with blurred edges, like a half-melted round ice.The cool light shone on the sleeping Jiuxiang Village, and someone's chickens were crowing in their nests. The crowing was muffled, as if it came from the cellar. Although the cry was dull, it still alarmed Jin Yuanbao's wife.She was sat up around, dazed in a daze.The bluish-white moonlight poured in from the window lattice, printing the black quilt with pale checks.The man's feet stood upright on her right side, cold.She pulls the horns to cover him.Xiao Bao curled up on her left side, snoring evenly.A farther and more dull chirping sound came, she shivered, hurriedly put on her clothes and got off the ground, went to the yard, looked up at the sky, saw the three stars slanting to the west, and the Pleiades rising to the east, it was not far from dawn. The woman pushed the man's leg and said, "Get up, get up quickly, the great Pleiades are out." The man stopped snoring, tapped his lips a few times, sat up, and asked in a daze, "Is it going to be dawn?" The woman said: "Hurry up, go early, don't run for nothing like last time." The man put on the jacket slowly, reached out his hand to touch the cigarette basket from the top of the kang, squeezed the pipe, filled a pot of cigarettes, stuffed it into his mouth and drank it.I also touched the fire sickle, flint, and tinder, and crackled and started a fire.Several large horned sparks splashed out, and one fell on the tinder. He sucked his mouth and blew, and the tinder ignited.A dark red flame flickered in the dimness.He lit the pipe, took two sips, and when he was about to snuff out the tinder, the woman said, "Light the lamp!" The man said, "Would you like more?" The woman said: "Light it up. The rich and the poor do not depend on the lamp oil." He took a deep breath, and slowly blew on the tinder, and the more he blew it, the brighter it became, and finally the open flame ignited with a "pulu".The woman brought a lamp to light and hung it on the wall.The faint green light immediately filled the room.The couple's eyes met, and they immediately dodged.Several children who fell asleep next to the man were talking in their sleep, their voices were high, like shouting slogans.One stretched out an arm, feeling its way across the greasy wall.One is crying.The man stuffed his little arm into the quilt, pushed the weeping man's head, and said impatiently, "Why are you crying? You are a debt collector." The woman sighed and asked, "Just boil the water?" The man said: "Burn it, just burn two scoops." The woman thought for a while, and said, "Burn an extra ladle, it's nice to wash it clean." The man didn't speak, he held up the smoking pot, and cautiously poked his head into the corner of the kang to look.The little guy slept soundly. The woman moved the oil lamp to the door frame and hung it, letting the light illuminate the two rooms inside and outside.She rinsed the pot, added three ladles of water, covered the pot, took a handful of hay, lit it on the lamp, carefully stuffed it into the stove, and then added grass to the stove.The fire was hot, and the golden tongue of fire licked the face of the stove, and the light of the fire made the woman's face glow.The man sat on the low stool in front of the kang in the back room, staring intently at the woman who seemed to have become younger. The water in the pot creaked, and the woman hurriedly filled the stove with grass.The man knocked the cigarette pot on the wall of the kang, cleared his throat, and said slowly: "Dongtou Sun Daya is pregnant again at home, and there is also a baby in his arms." The woman followed her eyes and said, "How can people be the same? Who doesn't want to have one child a year? Who doesn't want to have three children in one child?" The man said: "Big Ya got angry, this bastard, relying on his brother-in-law as a grade inspector, if others can't pass the inspection, he will pass the inspection, obviously he should pass the second grade inspection, so he will pass the special grade inspection." The woman said: "There are people in the court who are easy to be officials. It has been like this since ancient times." "However, our little Baoer's first-level test is stable. No one's child is willing to spend such a big capital on us." The man said, "You ate a hundred catties of bean cakes, ten crucian carp, and four hundred catties of radishes... " "What did I eat?" the woman said, "It looked like it went into my stomach, but in the end it turned into milk soup, and he sucked it all up!" While talking, the water in the pot boiled, and the steam flowed out along the edge of the pot lid.The steam rose up, and the little light lost its radiation ability, shaking like a red bean in the mist. The woman stopped adding grass to the stove and told the man: "Bring the laundry tub!" The man said nothing, opened the door and went to the yard, and brought in a large black earthen basin with a broken edge.On the bottom of the earthen pot, there is a thin layer of frost. The woman lifts the lid off the pot, and the steam rises violently, nearly drowning out the lights.Then it gradually became clearer.The woman picked up the ladle and scooped water from the pot into the basin. The man asked: "Do you want to mix some cold water?" The woman put one hand into the basin to try it out, and said, "Don't mix it up, it's just right. You can take him down." The man went into the back room, bent over, and dragged out the snoring little boy.The little boy began to cry obliquely. Jin Yuanbao patted his buttocks and said, "Bao'er, little Bao'er, don't cry, Daddy will take a bath for you." The woman took the child.Xiaobao bent his neck and arched into the woman's arms, gnashing his teeth while arching: "Eating mother...eating mother..." Helpless, the woman sat on the threshold and opened her skirt.Xiaobao snatched the nipple into his mouth accurately, and there was a whirring sound in his throat.The woman's waist is bent, as if bent by the weight of the child. The man dipped his hands in the basin and stirred it, urging: "Don't give it to him, the water is going to be cold." The woman patted Bao'er's butt and said, "Bao'er, Bao'er, don't suck it up, you've already done it. Take a bath, wash it up and send you to the city to enjoy yourself." She pushes the baby out with all her strength, but Bao'er's mouth is still holding on to the nipple, so the shriveled breast looks very long, like a piece of fatigued rubber that lacks elasticity. The man pulled the child over, the woman moaned, and Bao'er burst into tears.Jin Yuanbao slapped Bao'er's buttocks, and said angrily, "Howling! Howling for what?!" The woman said unhappily: "Be gentle with your hands, and you will have to lower your level if you hit bruises." The man tore off Bao'er's clothes, threw them aside, stretched out his hand to test the water, and said to himself: It's hot, the heat is good, and the gray is fading.As he spoke, he put the naked boy into the crock pot.The boy let out a sharp howl, which was much higher than the previous howl, as if rising from a gentle hill to a steep mountain.The boy shrank his legs, but he tried his best to jump up, while Jin Yuanbao pressed down hard.The hot water in the basin splashed onto the woman's face, she covered her face with her hands and let out a low cry.She said: "Father, the water is too hot, if it becomes red, I'm afraid it will be downgraded again." The man muttered: "This little debt collector is still hot and cold, so you can mix it with half a scoop of cold water." The woman got up in a hurry, unable to cover her arms, her breasts drooped, and the long skirt hung between her legs, like a wet and torn flag.She scooped up half a ladle of water, poured it into the basin, stirred it up a few times with her hands, and said, "It's not hot anymore. It's really not hot now. Don't cry, Baoer, don't cry, Baoer." Xiaobao's cries were much more stable, but he still kicked and refused to go into the water obediently.Jin Yuanbao forced him into the basin.The woman was holding the water ladle and stood aside stupidly, Yuan Bao said, "Dead man! Hurry up and help me." The woman woke up like a dream, threw down the ladle, squatted down by the basin, picked up the water, and scrubbed the boy's buttocks and back.Their eldest daughter—a little girl about seven or eight years old—wearing a pair of knee-length fat red trousers, with a bare back, bulging shoulders, fluffy hair, and bare feet, came out of the back room and rubbed her hands. He closed his eyes and asked, "Father, mother, why are you washing him? Are you going to cook him for us to eat?" Jin Yuanbao said fiercely: "Go back to sleep!" When Xiaobao saw the girl, he cried out for his sister.The girl didn't dare to make a sound, and quietly retreated to the back room, holding the door frame to watch her parents busy. Tired of crying, Xiaobao's voice sank hoarsely, and his continuous crying turned into a dry howl. The hot water on the boy's body was ashy and turned into a layer of slippery sludge, and the water in the basin became much cloudier.The man said, "Bring the loofah pulp and saponin paste." The woman brought these two things from behind the pot.Yuan Bao said, "You carry him, and I'll scrub him." The woman and Yuan Bao changed hands. After Yuan Bao soaked the loofah pulp in a basin, he put some soap locust paste in the bowl, then rubbed the boy's neck and buttocks, even between his fingers.Bao'er was covered in foam, crying at the top of her voice, and there was a strange smell in the room.The woman said: "Father, you should be gentle, don't scratch his skin." Yuan Bao said: "It's not made of paper, so it can be scratched so easily?! You don't know how tricky those grade inspectors are. They even have to open the child's butthole for inspection, and if there is a little plaster, you will be graded. The level is more than ten dollars." Finally finished washing.Yuan Bao carried Xiao Bao, and the woman covered the water on Xiao Bao's body with a clean towel.In the light, the child was glowing red, exuding a delicious meaty smell.The woman took out a new set of clothes for Xiao Bao to put on, and took Xiao Bao from the man's hand.Xiaobao pouted again looking for the breast, and the woman gave him the breast. Yuan Bao wiped his hands, filled a pot of cigarettes, and lit the lamp on the door frame.Puffing out a cigarette, he said, "This little guy made me sweat all over." Xiao Bao fell asleep with his nipple in his mouth.The woman held the child, a little reluctantly.Yuan Bao said, "Give it to me, there is still a long way to go!" Woman pulls nipple out of child's mouth.His mouth was moving, as if the nipple was still in his mouth. Holding a paper lantern in one hand and his sleeping son in the other, Jin Yuanbao walked out of the house, entered the alley, and then turned onto the road in the middle of the village.When walking in the alley, he seemed to be able to feel the sour feeling in his heart as he stood at the door looking at his eyes, and after turning on the main road, the feeling disappeared completely. The moon has not yet fully set, and the street is gray and bare. The poplar trees beside the street, which have lost all their leaves, stand silently like a slender man, with blue-white light on their branches.The night air was killing him, and he couldn't help shivering.The lanterns cast a warm yellow light, and cast a large swaying shadow on the street.He sniffed slightly when he saw that the yellow suet candle was streaming cloudy tears in the white lampshade.A dog whimpered disinterestedly in the corner of someone's house.He looked at the dark shadow of the dog with the same disinterest, and then heard it rustle as it burrowed into the pile of firewood.When he was about to leave the village, he heard the cries of a child, looked up and saw the dim light from the windows of several houses, and knew that they were also doing what he and the woman had just done.He knew he was ahead of them, and a sense of relief came over him. When he walked to the Earth Temple at the head of the village, he took out a roll of yellow mounting paper from his arms, lit it from the lantern, and burned it in the incinerator in front of the temple.When the flames crawled like little snakes on the paper, he saw the cold smiles on the faces of Grandpa Land and the two Granny Land who were always sitting in the shrine.Both Grandpa Land and Grandma Land were carved out of stone by Mason Wang.The land grandfather was carved out of black stone, and the two land grandmas were carved out of white stone.The body of Grandpa Land is much larger than the combined bodies of the two Granny Land, just like an adult with two children.Wang Shijiang's workmanship is very poor, and the grandfather and grandmother of the land look ugly.In summer, the earth temple leaked rain, and moss grew on the stone statues, so the three gods are still green.When the paper was not exhausted, the ashes of the paper were like rapidly shrinking white butterflies, and the dark red fire trembled on the ashes of the paper, and soon disappeared.He heard the sound of paper dust cracking. He put down the lantern and the child, knelt down, and kowtowed to Grandpa and Grandma Land. After completing the work of canceling the child's household registration, Jin Yuanbao stood up, hugged the child in one hand, picked up the lantern in the other, and hurried on his way. When the sun came out, he walked to the salt water river.The salt trees by the river are like glass, and the river is red.He blew out his lantern and hid in the salt grove, then walked to the ferry and waited for the boat from the other side to come. The child woke up and cried for a while.Yuan Bao was afraid that he would lose weight from crying, so he thought of many ways to tease him.The child was able to toddle, so Yuan Bao put him on the flat sand by the river, broke a salt tree branch for him to play with, and smoked a pot of cigarettes by himself.He felt sore and sore in his arms when he held the smok