Chapter 5 chapter Five

Ding Gou'er lightly stretched out his ape arms, and tightly wrapped his arms around the female driver's waist.At the same time, he deftly put his mouth on hers.The female driver shook her head to get out of his mouth, and his head moved with hers, making her struggle futile.In the process of swinging, he sucked the thick lips of the female driver into his own mouth.She whimpered and cursed: Fuck!Damn it, these fucking things shot into Ding Gou'er's mouth without leaking anything, and were absorbed by tissues like his tongue, gums and throat.Based on experience, Ding Gou'er guessed that this struggle would end soon, and she would soon be flushed, short of breath, hot in her stomach, and lay in her arms like a docile kitten.Women are like this.But it soon proved that he made the mistake of confusing the general with the particular.The female driver was not overwhelmed by the anesthesia released from his mouth, and her struggle and resistance were not weakened by the clamping of her mouth, but became more intense and crazier.She grabbed Ding Gou'er's back with her hands, supported Ding Gou'er's legs with her feet, and pushed Ding Gou'er's stomach with her knees.Her belly was as scorching as burning coals, and the taste in her mouth was as intoxicating as strong wine. Ding Gou'er was so excited that he would rather suffer flesh and blood than withdraw his mouth.He even stuck out his tongue, trying to pry open her clenched teeth.It was at this moment that Ding Gou'er suffered a disadvantage.

He didn't think that the sly opening of her teeth was a conspiracy, so he couldn't wait to stick his tongue into her mouth.The female driver clicked her upper and lower teeth, and the scout let out a whine.A sharp pain spread quickly from the tip of his tongue to his whole body, and Ding Gou'er's arms quickly jumped away from the female driver's waist.He stepped aside, feeling a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth, and a hot liquid filled his mouth.He covered his mouth, crying secretly in his heart.Broken, he thought sadly, tongue bitten off.In the scout's romantic history, it was a disastrous failure.Fuck that son of a bitch!Cursing secretly in his heart, he lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.The sky was bright with stars, but the ground was blurry. He knew for certain that he had spit out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't see the color of the blood.What he is most concerned about now is the tongue. He gently probed it with his teeth and upper lip, and found that the tongue is basically intact, but there seems to be a soybean-sized hole on the tip of the tongue, from which blood gushes out.

The tongue was not bitten off, Ding Gou'er relieved a lot of mental burden.The price paid for this kiss was quite heavy, and Ding Gou'er felt very annoyed.He wanted to teach her a lesson, but he was upset and didn't know how to do it. She stood face to face with him, close at hand.He clearly heard her heavy breathing, and his thinly clothed upper body felt the heat radiating from her body.She raised her head and stared, and at some point there was a tiger-head wrench in her hand.With the brighter and brighter starlight, he could clearly see the face that was extraordinarily vivid because of anger.She has the look of many naughty children on her face.He couldn't help but wryly smiled, and said vaguely: "What fast teeth."

Panting, she said, "I haven't dared to bite hard yet! My teeth can break a ten-gauge steel wire." The scout's mood suddenly improved because of talking to her, and the pain on his tongue became numb and dull.He reached out, wanting to pat her on the shoulder.She jumped away vigilantly, held up the wrench, and shouted: "If you dare, if you dare to move, I will kill you." He withdrew his hand and said, "Grandma, I dare not touch you, absolutely not. Can we make peace?" She put down the wrench and ordered angrily, "Fill the water tank!" As the night air gradually became heavier, Ding Gou'er felt cold on his shoulders and back.He obediently lifted the bucket to fill the water tank, and the heat from the engine surrounded him, warming him.There was a gurgling sound as the water flowed into the tank, like a thirsty cow drinking.Meteors streaked across the Milky Way, insects sang everywhere, and the sound of sea water washing the tidal flats could be heard in the distance.

After sitting in the driver's building, he looked at the brilliant lights of the urban area of ​​Jiuguo in front of him, and suddenly felt that he was alone, like a lamb lost from the flock. Sitting on the comfortable sofa in the female driver's house, Ding Gou'er was ecstatic.At this time, the clothes on his body that smelled of sweat and wine had been abandoned on the balcony, and continued to emit their smell to the vast night sky. A large, soft, and warm nightgown wrapped his body.His small and exquisite pistol was lying on the coffee table together with dozens of bullets embedded in the magazine. The body of the gun was shining with a faint blue light, and the bullets were shining with golden light.He leaned back on the sofa, squinted his eyes, listened to the sound of rushing water in the bathhouse, and imagined the scene where the hot water sprayed from the shower head was slowly flowing down the shoulders and breasts of the female driver.Everything that happened after the tongue was bitten was like a dream.He didn't speak after he climbed up the cab, and the female driver didn't speak either.He listened intently, mechanically, to the regular rumble of the engine, to the rustle of the wheels against the ground.The car is speeding like lightning, and the country of wine is coming.Red light, green light.Turn left, turn right.The car drove into the Wine Country Brewing University through the side door and stopped at the coal yard.She got out of the car and he got out of the car.She walks and he walks, and she stops and he stops.Although the matter was absurd, it seemed very natural. Like her husband or a close friend, he walked into her house dignifiedly.Now his stomach is happily digesting the delicious meals she cooked, sitting on her sofa, sipping her wine, admiring her comfortably and gorgeously furnished room, waiting for her to come out of the bathhouse.

The paroxysmal tingling of the wound on his tongue occasionally aroused his vigilance. Perhaps this was a bigger conspiracy. A ferocious man might suddenly appear in this house where men had obviously lived—even if two men appeared , I will never leave.He drank the glass of crisp wine and let himself indulge in tenderness. She was wearing a beige bathrobe, pulling a pair of red plastic wedge slippers, and came out of the bathroom.This guy walks flirtatiously (亻达), his ass jumps up and down, as if he is dancing.The floor rattled.Golden lights shone on her.Her hair is attached to her scalp.The head is round, like a gourd head.The gourd head shone, floating in the yellow warmth of the bathrobe and the lamp. "Prosperity with one hand, anti-pornography with the other"!He somehow remembered the popular catchphrase.She stood in front of him with her legs crossed, her bathrobe tied loosely at the straps.There was a black birthmark on her snow-white thigh, like a vigilant eye.Half the breast is also very white.The two mounds of flesh on the chest are huge.Ding Gou'er narrowed his eyes, didn't move, only admired.As long as he raises his hand and pulls away the strap of the bathrobe between the navel, the female driver will be open-minded.She doesn't look like a chauffeur.She is like a lady.The scouts had studied the house and its furnishings and knew that her husband was not an efficient lamp.He lit another cigarette, like a cunning fox studying food in a snare.

The female driver said angrily, "If you can't see it, you're not a member of the Communist Party!" Ding Gou'er said: "The underground party uses this method to deal with female spies." "real?" "In the movie." "Are you an actor?" "Learn to act." She gently untied the belt, and with a flick of her arms, the bathrobe slid down under her feet.Slim!The scout immediately thought of an adjective. She cupped her breasts with her hand and said, "How is it?" "Not bad," said the scout. "What should I do next?"

"Continue to observe." She grabbed the scout's pistol, skillfully loaded the bullet, and took a step back to distance herself from the scout.The light is getting softer.Her body seemed to be plated with gold, but of course not all of it.Her areolas are dark red, and her nipples are bright red, like two red dates.She raised the gun slowly and aimed at the scout's head. The scout was slightly startled, staring intently at the gleaming blue luster and the black muzzle of the gun.He always aimed a gun at other people's heads, and always observed the behavior of a mouse under his claws with a cat's attitude.Facing death, most of those rats trembled in fear and pissed off; only a few could pretend to be calm, but their trembling fingertips or twitching corners of their mouths fully exposed their inner terror.Now the cat has become a mouse, and the judge has become the judged.He looked at his own pistol as if he had never seen a pistol before.Its slate-blue sheen was as captivating as the rich smell of old wine, and its smooth lines had a sinister beauty.At this moment, it is God, it is fate, it is the black impermanence that hooks life.Her large, white hand gripped the ridged pistol grip tightly, and her slender forefinger pressed the hard spring trigger, keeping it in a poke-trigger position.From his own experience, he knew that a gun in this state was no longer a piece of cold iron, but a life.It has thoughts, feelings, culture and morals, and there is a restless soul lurking in it.Its soul is also the soul of the gunman.Daydreaming unknowingly relaxes the scout's tense mood, and he no longer just pays attention to the muzzle of the gun that may shoot bullets at any time.The muzzle is submerged in the whole of the gun.He even took a leisurely drag on his cigarette.

There was an autumn wind blowing in the yard, and the silk curtains swayed slightly.The cold water from the steam on the ceiling of the bathroom fell loudly into the tub.He looked at the female driver holding a gun, like looking at an oil painting in an art gallery.He was amazed that a naked young woman holding a pistol ready to fire could be so sexually provocative.The pistol at this time is no longer a simple pistol, but an organ that initiates a sexual attack, a vigorous sex pistol.Ding Gou'er had never been a scout who would close his eyes when he saw a woman. As mentioned earlier, he had a lover with a passion for sex.Now to add, he still has a few superficial love affairs.If it was normal, he would have hugged this little ewe in his arms like a tiger descending the mountain.The reasons why he hesitated this time were firstly because after arriving in the country of wine, he was like being trapped in a maze, with a trance and a lot of doubts; secondly, because the hole in his tongue was still painful.Facing this monster butterfly with a strange personality, he didn't dare to make a move easily, especially since his head was facing the black muzzle of the gun.Who can guarantee that this goblin will not pull the trigger?Pulling the trigger is much easier than opening your mouth to bite. It is civilized, modern and romantic.This guy, living in such a spacious and beautiful house, doing such a hard job, and such a big contrast are puzzling.I almost lost my tongue when I kissed her, if..., who can guarantee that the treasure between my legs is safe?The scout restrained his "bourgeois lecherous thoughts", encouraged the "awe-inspiring righteousness of the proletariat", and sat as firmly as a mountain.Facing the bare-bottomed woman and the black muzzle of the gun, he sat so dignifiedly, with such a serene expression on his face, he is indeed a heroic hero, rare in this world.He waits for changes.

The female driver's face became more and more red, and her nipples trembled with excitement, like the sharp kisses of two little lus.The scout wanted to pounce on them and bite them off, the tip of his tongue hurt sharply, and he continued to sit. She sighed softly and said, "I surrender." She threw the gun on the table, raised her hands dramatically, and said, "I surrender...I surrender..." She raised her arms, spread her legs, and opened all the doors that could be opened. "You really don't want to?" she asked the scout angrily. "Do you think I'm ugly?"

"No, you're pretty," said the scout lazily. "Then why?" She mocked, "Have you been eunuched?" "I'm afraid you'll bite me off." "The male mantises all die on the female mantises, but the male mantises never back down." "Don't come here. I'm not a male mantis." "You motherfucker!" the female driver scolded, turned around and said, "Get out of here, I want to masturbate!" The scout jumped up, hugged her from behind, and grabbed her breast with one hand.She leaned into his arms, turned her head, and grinned at her.He couldn't help bringing his mouth up, and just as his lips touched her hot lips, a sharp pain erupted from the tip of his tongue.Oh la la!He yelled in surprise and immediately avoided his mouth. "I won't bite you..." She said, turning around and reaching out to unbutton his clothes. She stripped off the scout's clothes one by one.He raised his hand to cooperate with her, like a single traveler meeting a female robber.She took off his nightgown, raised her hand, and threw it to the corner of the wall, then took off his trousers and vest, and threw it on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.He looked up at them and felt a sudden desire to pluck them off.This desire was very strong, prompting him to do a "Pull the Onions on the Ground", jumping up to a height of 30 centimeters, the fingertips of his right hand just touched them, but his feet had already landed on the carpet.When he jumped up again, the female driver came and kicked him, hitting him with all fours upside down on the carpet. Before the scout could wake up, the female driver jumped onto his stomach.She grabbed his ears with both hands, and her buttocks jumped up and down, making a crisp sound.Ding Gou'er felt his internal organs were shaken.He couldn't help howling.The female driver touched a smelly sock and stuffed it into his mouth.Her movements are ferocious and savage, without any feminine tenderness.Ding Gou'er's mouth had a terrible stench that was hard to get rid of, and he secretly groaned inwardly.Where is making love?It is clearly killing pigs.His consciousness just wanted to order his hands to push the female butcher down, but like a prescient hunter, she stretched out her hands and pressed his wrist.Ding Gou'er's mood was very contradictory at this time, he wanted to struggle but didn't want to struggle.The reason for wanting to struggle is as described above; the reason for not wanting to struggle is that he clearly feels that the lower half of his body is undergoing a test of blood and fire.He simply closed his eyes: listen to God's judgment. Then this happened: just as he felt the female driver was drenched in sweat, rolling on his belly like a loach, several sneers came from above.When Ding Gou'er opened his eyes, he encountered a brilliant ray of light from the spotlight blasting off. Then he heard the camera shutter snap slightly, and then he heard the rustling sound of the camera rewinding automatically.He sat up abruptly and punched the female driver's passionate face.This punch hit right on the ground, and there was only a slap, and the spotlight flickered again and again. She fell backwards slowly, her shoulders just landed on his feet, her belly turned upside down, showing a lot of secrets.The spotlight flashed, and the unprecedented gestures he created with the female driver were captured by the conspirators. "Okay, Comrade Ding Gou'er, scout, now, we should have a proper talk."Diamond put the film in his pocket, crossed his legs, leaned comfortably on the sofa, and said sarcastically.He purposely twitched the muscles of his right cheek when he spoke, which aroused Goo'er's extreme dislike for him. Ding Gou'er pushed the ignorant female driver away and tried to stand up, but her legs and feet were numb and she couldn't move, as if she was paralyzed. "Excellent!" Diamond Diamond said, twitching the muscles on his cheeks, "The scout who shoulders the heavy responsibility is paralyzed in his lower limbs due to excessive sexual indulgence." Ding Gou'er stared at that beautiful, well-maintained face, a burst of anger was burning in his chest, scorching blood flowed all over his body, and there seemed to be thousands of worms crawling in his cold legs.He propped up his hands, and with an effort, he stood up crookedly.Blocked blood vessels are freed.As he moved, he explained his actions: "The scout stood up. He moved his hands and feet, pulled a towel, wiped the cold sweat on his body, and wiped the wife or lover of Diamond Diamond The viscous liquid secreted on his belly. As he wiped it, he regretted the panic just now. I did not commit a crime, but fell into the trap set by the criminals." He threw away the towel, and the towel fell lightly in front of Diamond Diamond's eyes.The muscles on Diamond Diamond's cheeks twitched violently, and his face turned blue.Ding Gou'er said, "Your woman is very attractive, but it's a pity that she followed you, a bastard." He waited and expected Diamond Diamond to get angry, but Diamond Diamond laughed loudly.He laughed so abruptly and weirdly that it made Ding Gou'er feel uneasy. "What are you laughing at?" he said, "Do you think smiling can cover up your inner weakness?" Diamond Diamond stopped laughing, took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, and said, "Comrade Ding Gou'er! Who is weak in heart? You broke into a private house and raped my wife. The evidence is solid." He patted the film in his pocket, Continue to say, "As a law enforcement officer, if you know the law and break the law, the crime will be aggravated." He twitched the corner of his mouth and mocked, "Who is weak in heart?" Ding Gou'er gritted his teeth and said, "Your wife raped me!" "What an anecdote through the ages!" Diamond Diamond twitched his cheeks and said, "A young man with great martial arts skills and a gun was raped by an unarmed woman!" The scout moved his attention to the female driver.She was lying on the floor, her eyes blurred and intoxicated, and two streams of bright red blood flowed from her nostrils.Ding Gou'er's heart trembled, and the beautiful feeling left by the female driver's scorching belly surged into his heart irresistibly, making his eyes hot and sore, and tears almost came out of his sockets.He squatted down, pulled up the sleeves of the pajamas that were lying on the ground, and wiped the blood from the woman's nose and mouth.He regretted that he had struck too hard.There were two beige drops of water on the back of her hand, and large tears burst out of her eyes. Ding Gou'er picked up the female driver, put her on the bed, and pulled a quilt to cover her.Then, he jumped up, pulled off the vest and shorts hanging from the chandelier, and put them on.He opened the door again, retrieved his clothes from the balcony, and put them on.He reached for the pistol on the table—Diamond looked at him with his chin twitching—turned off the fire, hung the gun on his belt, and sat down.He said, "Let's have a showdown!" Diamond said, "What cards are on the table?" Ding Gou'er said, "Why are you pretending to be foolish?" "I'm not confused, I'm heartbroken," Kim said. Ding said, "What are you sad about?" Jin: "I feel sad that a scum like you has appeared in the ranks of our party cadres!" Ding: "I'm a scum, I seduced your wife, I'm a scum, but some people even cook and eat children! They're not even human! They're beasts!" "Hahaha..." Diamond Diamond clapped his palms and laughed, and said after the laugh stopped, "This is really a fantasy, there is indeed a famous dish full of imagination and creativity in Jiuguo City, the superiors have eaten it, and you have also eaten it. If we are man-eating beasts, then you are also man-eating beasts!" Ding Gou'er sneered, "If you don't have ghosts in your heart, why set up such a beauty trick to lure me?" Diamond said angrily: "Only those bastards in your procuratorate have such evil imaginations! Now, I would like to convey the opinions of our municipal party committee and government leaders to your Excellency: Senior scout Ding Gou'er is welcome to come to our city to investigate. Willing to provide any convenience." Ding Gou'er said, "You can actually stop my investigation." Diamond Diamond patted his pocket and said: "Actually, to be precise, the two of you are colluding. Although your behavior is indecent, you have not violated the law. Although I can make you crawl back like a dog immediately, personal interests are subject to overall interests. I will not prevent you from continuing your mission." Diamond opened the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of Moutai, unscrewed the lid, and poured two glasses, which happened to be dry.He pushed a cup in front of Ding Gouer, picked it up himself, and said, "Cheers to your victory in the investigation!" After finishing speaking, he touched Ding Gouer's cup with his own cup, raised his neck, and poured the half catty of Moutai The wine was drained in one gulp.He held up an empty cup, sucked his cheeks, stared at Ding Gou'er with piercing eyes. Seeing his cheeks twitching, Ding Gou'er couldn't help but get angry, picked up the wine glass, and gulped it down regardless of life or death. "Okay!" Diamond cheered, "This is a man!" He took out a bunch of wine from the wine cabinet, all of which were famous brands.Pointing to the wine, he said, "I'll compete with you!" He opened the bottle and poured the wine very deftly, the hops were churning in the glass, and the aroma of the wine overflowed. "Whoever doesn't drink is a son of a bitch!" He twitched his cheeks, throwing away his refined demeanor, with a drunken air on his face, "Do you dare to drink?" He asked challengingly, his cheeks twitched and his neck was exhausted. "Some people would rather be a son of a bitch than drink!" "Who says I won't drink?" Ding Gou'er picked up his cup and gulped it down.A skylight was opened on his skull, and his consciousness turned into a demon butterfly, as big as a round fan, dancing under the light, "Drink..., fuck your mother, drink up your Liquor Country..." He saw his The hand was as big as a futon, with densely packed fingers, reaching for the wine bottle. The wine bottle was as small as an iron nail, like an embroidery needle, and suddenly enlarged several times, like an iron barrel, like a mallet.The lights change and the butterflies flutter.Only the twitching cheeks can be seen clearly.drink!The wine is as smooth as honey.The sensation on the tongue and esophagus is too good to express in words.drink!He couldn't wait to inhale the wine.It felt good to see the clear fluid bubbling down the tortuous brown esophagus.His senses flew along the walls. The diamond swims slowly in the light, and suddenly accelerates like a shooting star.His expression is like a sharp knife, splitting the golden yellow in the room out of the gaps, and he swims freely in these gaps.Then he disappeared. The colorful butterfly seemed to be tired, and its wings were getting heavier and heavier, as if they were wet with dew.Finally, it landed on the metal support of the chandelier, shaking its tentacles sadly, watching its carcass fall heavily to the floor. Teacher Mo Yan: I haven't received your reply for a long time, and I feel uneasy.Is it because I got carried away in my last letter and uttered wild words, which displeased you?If this is the case, the students are fearful, trembling, and dare not sweat, and they deserve to die.Teacher, "Adults don't see the blame of villains, and prime ministers run ships in their stomachs", don't be as knowledgeable as my child, no matter what, I don't want to lose the teacher's great love for me.From now on, I will obey the teacher in everything, and never dare to make excuses, and never dare to mess around again. If you think that "Dragon and Phoenix Bring Prosperity" has a liberal tendency, I will immediately remove it from "Donkey Street".I can also go to Yichi Restaurant to find Boss Jin and ask him to remove this dish from the menu.A few days ago, I told him about you, and his eyes lit up.He asked me: Is it the one who wrote "Red Sorghum"?I said yes, it was him, my teacher.He said: Your teacher is a "true hooligan who matches his words and deeds", and I value him very much.I said you guy, how dare you say my teacher is a hooligan?He said: This is my high evaluation of him.In an era when "virtuous hypocrites" are all over the world, "true hooligans who walk the talk" are as precious as gold.Teacher, for unusual people, you can't use ordinary theories. This Mr. Yichi is weird and unpredictable. His words are abrupt and rude. I hope you don't take offense. I told him about asking you to help him write a biography, and he was very happy, saying: Only Mo Yan deserves me to write a biography.I asked why, and he replied: Mo Yan and I are of the same breed.I retorted: Teacher Mo Yan was a famous young writer for a while, how dare you, a little dwarf, be compared with him?He sneered and said: To say that he is the same as me is a big flattery to him.How many people want to be like me and still can't get it! Teacher, I hope you don't have the same knowledge as him. These days, everything is upside down. Even the host of the TV station in our Liquorland City, who is known as "the most beautiful woman in Liquorland", went to sleep with him. It can be seen that he Very capable.He is rich but not famous, and you are famous but not rich, just to complement each other.The teacher doesn't have to pretend to be lofty, just make a deal with him.He said that as long as you write his biography, he will never treat you badly.Teacher, the students suggest that you take over the job, first earn tens of thousands of RMB, and change the appearance of poverty and backwardness.What's more, Yu Yichi is extraordinary, and you are very interested in him.An ugly monster with a height of more than a foot, actually vowed to "fuck all the beauties in the wine country" and he has almost fucked it. It will surely become an immortal work.Yu Yichi said, as long as you are willing to write a biography for him, please come to the country of wine. He is willing to provide you with all conveniences. You can live in a high-end hotel, drink fine nectar, eat delicacies, smoke famous cigarettes, He sipped tea all the time, and he even said to me furtively: If he has other hobbies, we will try our best to satisfy them.Teacher, if you think the interview is hard, I am willing to do it for you.Such a good thing is hard to find even with a lantern, please don't hesitate anymore, teacher. Teacher, in order to further mobilize your enthusiasm and make you feel that Yu Yichi is a typical good guy, I specially wrote a documentary novel titled "One Foot Hero" for the teacher to criticize.If the teacher decides to come to the country of wine to write a biography for him, there is no need to recommend this novel to others. Students have received your great kindness and cannot repay it. Consider this article as a small gift from me! I wish you a healthy pen! Student: Li Yidou Brother Yidou: The letter and the "documentary novel" "One Foot Hero" were received. I appreciate your candor in your last letter, so don't worry too much.I am late in replying because I have been out of town for a while.There is no news about several of your novels, please wait patiently. "Dragon and Phoenix Bringing Prosperity" is just a dish, and has no class attributes, let alone the problem of "liberalization".So there is no need to remove it from "Donkey Street", let alone remove it from the menu of Yichi Restaurant. One day when I go to the wine country, I still want to taste this world-class delicacy. What if I remove it!In addition, since these things have such a high edible value, it would be a pity and stupid not to eat them, and since they are to be eaten, there is probably no more civilized way to eat them than "dragon and phoenix present auspiciousness".Even if you want to take it off the menu, Boss Yu will not agree. The character Yu Yichi is getting more and more interesting to me.To write his biography, I agree in principle.As for the remuneration, he can do whatever he wants.If he gives more, I want more; if he gives less, I want less; if he doesn't give, I don't want it.What attracts me to write his biography is not money, but his legendary experience.I vaguely feel that this Yu Yichi is the soul of your Jiuguo City, and he embodies a spirit of the times.He is half an angel and half a devil, revealing the spiritual world of this character may be my great contribution to literature.You can tell Mr. Yichi to let him know my preconceived evaluation of him. The masterpiece "One Foot Hero" is really not flattering.You said this is a documentary novel, but I think it is a bunch of offal, like the donkey offal in Yichi Hotel.Here are the letters you wrote to me, "The Record of Miraculous Events in the Country of Wine", and Yu Yichi's nonsense.Too wild, too unrestrained.Years ago people criticized me for my intemperance, but compared to your intemperance, I am too temperate.Now is an era of strict rules, and the same is true for writing novels, so I don’t think I will send this manuscript to "National Literature"—it’s a free gift—and keep it with me for a while, and return it to you when I go to Liquor Country.I will refer to the materials in the article, thank you for your kindness. In addition, do you have "Wonderful Events in the Wine Country"?If so, please send it to me quickly. If you are afraid of losing it, you can make a copy for me, and I will send you the copy fee. Praise Shi Sui! Mo Yan "One Foot Hero" Dr. Liquor, sit down, let's have a heart-to-heart talk.He squatted on the leather chair that could carry him around, and said to me kindly and slickly.The expression on his face and the tone of his speech are like the clouds in the sky, bright and strange, changing in many ways.He is like a goblin, like a high-level evil hero described in martial arts novels, which makes me daunting.I sat nervously on the luxurious sofa opposite him.He mockingly said, you kid, when did you become brothers with that brat Mo Yan?I murmured like a swiftlet mother feeding her chicks, and said: He is my teacher, and I am a literary acquaintance with him. It is a pity that we have not met so far.He grinned wickedly for a while, and said, "The kid surnamed Mo is actually not Mo, his real surname is Guan, and he boasted that he was the seventy-eighth generation grandson of Guan Zhong, but in fact he was nothing.What kind of writer he has become now, he is arrogant and thinks he is great, but in fact, I know all about his old background.I asked in surprise: How can you know my teacher's background?He said that if you want to be unknown to others, you must do nothing yourself.That kid was not a good thing since he was a child.When he was six years old, he lit a fire and burned down the warehouse in the production team.When I was nine years old, I fell in love with a female teacher surnamed Meng, and I stalked her ass all day long, which was very annoying.When I was eleven years old, I went to steal tomatoes and was caught and beaten.At the age of thirteen, he was caught stealing radishes and pleading guilty to Chairman Mao's statue in front of more than two hundred migrant workers. It's all swollen - you are not allowed to insult my respected teacher - I protest loudly - insult?This is what he himself wrote in the article!He smiled treacherously and said, it would be perfectly appropriate for this villain to be my biography. Only an evil genius like him can understand an evil hero like me.If you write a letter to urge him to come to the country of wine quickly, I will not treat him badly.He patted his chest and said.After he finished speaking, he patted his chest, exerting strength in his body, causing the extremely high-end leather chair to spin like a windmill.I quickly saw his face and quickly the back of his head.The face, the back of the head, the face, the back of the head, the face is full of treachery, the back of the head is round and round like a gourd, full of wisdom.In the whirl he rose. I said, Mr. Yichi, I have written a letter to Mr. Mo, but he has not replied yet. I am afraid that he may not be willing to write a biography for you. He smiled coldly and said: Don't worry, he will be willing.This kid first loves women, second is addicted to tobacco and alcohol, third is short of money, and fourth likes to collect ghosts and ghosts and anecdotes to decorate his novels, he will come.I am afraid that there is no second person in the world who can understand him like I do. He lowered himself while spinning around again, and said meanly: Doctor Liquor, what kind of doctor are you?Do you know what wine is?Wine is a liquid.fart!Wine is the blood of Jesus.fart!Wine is high spirits.fart!Wine is the mother of dreams, and dreams are the daughters of wine.This is still a little off, he gritted his teeth and said, wine is the lubricant of the state machine, without it, the machine cannot function properly!understand?I can tell from your bumpy face that you don't understand.Are you planning to write my biography with that little bastard Mo Yan?Okay, I will fulfill you, I will cooperate with you.In fact, master biographers never interview anything. Ninety percent of the things they interview are fake. Let me tell you, boy, please also tell that boy Mo Yan that Yu Yichi is eighty-five years old this year, isn't he old?At the time when I wandered the rivers and lakes to beg for a living, you two little beasts didn't know where I was!You may be in corn stalks, cabbage stalks, turnip pickles, cucumber stalks, and so on.You said that kid Mo Yan is writing?It is simply arrogant, ignorant of the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.How much did he drink before he dared to write?I drank more wine than he drank water!Do you know who is the fish-scale boy who gallops his donkey on this donkey street every moonlit night?That's me, that's me!Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is in that sunny place.What, you don't look like me?Do you doubt that I have the wonderful skill of flying over walls?Alright, let me show my hand and let you open your eyes. Dear Mr. Mo, what happened next was jaw-dropping: the eyes of this amazing little dwarf suddenly shone brightly, like two sword lights.I watched him shrink back on the leather swivel chair, and a erratic black shadow flew up lightly.The leather swivel chair spun round and round, and with a snap, it reached the end of the screw rod.Our friend, the hero of this article, is already stuck to the ceiling.His limbs and even his whole body seemed to have suction cups.Like a gigantic, disgusting gecko, he crawled with ease and joy on the ceiling.His buzzing voice came from above: Boy, do you see it?It's nothing special.My master can stick it on the ceiling for a day and a night, and it doesn't move.After all, he fell from the ceiling lightly, like a black fallen leaf. Now, he squatted on the chair and asked me proudly: How is it?Trust me, right? His wall-mounting stunt made me sweat all over, and I was in a trance like in a dream. I didn't expect that the heroic boy riding a donkey was actually this little dwarf.My heart was full of bumps, my idol was broken, and my belly was full of disappointment.Teacher, if you still remember my description of the fish-scale boy in "Donkey Street": the bright moonlight, the black magical little donkey, the sound of tiles, the heroic figure of the boy with a willow-leaf knife in his mouth...you are the same will be disappointed. He said: You don't believe, and you don't want that boy with fish scales to be me - I can see it - but this is an objective existence.If you want to ask me where I learned this kung fu, I can't tell you.In fact, as long as a person regards his own life as lighter than a feather, there is nothing he cannot learn. He lights a cigarette, but doesn't actually smoke it.He blew out the smoke in circles, and then blew out a stick of smoke to pass through the circles of smoke.The column of smoke is surrounded by smoke rings and lingers in the air for a long time.His hands and feet would not rest for a minute, like a little male monkey squatting on a monkey mountain.He twirled and said: Boy, let me tell you and Mo Yan a story about wine. This is not a random fabrication—it is your business to make up random things. He said: Once upon a time, there was a hotel on our Donkey Street, and they hired a dry, skinny young man about twelve years old.The boy had a big head on his slender neck, and his two big eyes were so dark that he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.The young man was very diligent, fetching water, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, everything was done well, and the shopkeeper was very satisfied.But then a strange thing happened: since the young man entered the store, the wine in the wine tank could not be sold.Several big guys and shopkeepers were puzzled.One day, more than a dozen baskets of wine were brought from the store, filling several large tanks to the brim.At night, the shopkeeper waited in ambush by the wine tank to watch.The first half of the night passed and everything was normal.In the middle of the night, the shopkeeper was tired and tired, and when he was about to go to sleep, he heard a slight sound, like a cat walking.The shopkeeper pricked up his ears and cheered up, ready to see what happened.A dark shadow came over.The shopkeeper stayed in the dark for a long time, and his eyes got used to it, so the black shadow he saw was the boy in the shop.His two eyes are faint green, like a cat's eyes.The little boy lifted the lid of the wine jar, gasped excitedly, then stuck his mouth into the jar and sucked it up.The glistening wine in the vat could be seen falling down.The shopkeeper was secretly surprised, so he kept his breath and didn't disturb him.The boy drank all the wine in several large vats, and tiptoed away.The shopkeeper understood in his heart, went back to rest without saying a word.In the early morning of the next day, the shopkeeper saw that a foot of wine had gone down in those big vats.Such a large number is rare in the world.The shopkeeper is a well-educated person, and he knows that this young man has a treasure in his belly, which is called "Jiu'e".If you can get one to put in the wine vat, the wine in this vat will never be dry, and the quality of the wine will be greatly improved.The shopkeeper ordered the boy to be tied up and placed by the wine tank. He was not given food or water, but he was kept stirring the wine in the wine tank, which made the wine fragrant and greedy. The boy was crying and howling, rolling all over the place.It went on like this for seven days.The shopkeeper let someone loosen his tie.He threw himself to the wine vat, lowered his head and opened his mouth to drink heavily, only to hear a "plop", and a thing in the shape of a small toad with a red back, a yellow belly, fell into the wine vat. Do you know who that little guy is?Yu Yichi asked me gloomyly.I looked at the painful expression on his face and asked hesitantly: That boy, is it you? Who the fuck isn't I?it is me!If it wasn't for the shopkeeper who stole the treasure in my belly, I might become a Jiuxian in my life. You are doing well now too.I comforted him, you are rich and powerful, eat what you need to eat, drink what you need to drink, and play what you need to play, and gods are not as happy as you. fart!After he stole my treasure, my drinking capacity would be over, otherwise, it wouldn't be the turn of the kid Diamond Diamond to be domineering. Vice Minister Jin probably also has Jiu'e in his stomach. I said, he is also the master who never gets drunk. Shit, how can he have Jiu'e?He had a bunch of wine worms in his stomach.A wine moth in the stomach can become a wine fairy; a wine roundworm in the stomach can at most be a drunkard. Wouldn't it be fine for you to swallow that Jiu'e again? You don't know, hey, the wine moth was thirsty in my stomach, and when it entered the wine tank, it choked to death.As he spoke, his eye circles were red. Brother Yichi, tell me who that person is, I'll go and smash his hotel! Yu Yichi burst out laughing, and he stopped laughing and said: Mumu boy, do you really believe it?This is all made up by me to lie to you.Where in the world are there any "wine moths"?This is a story I heard from the shopkeeper when I was a waiter in the hotel.People who run hotels hope that the wine in the wine tank will never run out. This is a dream.I worked as a boy in a hotel for a few years, but because I was too short to do heavy work, the shopkeeper thought I had a big appetite and my eyeballs were too dark, so he kicked me out.Later, I wandered around, sometimes begging for stuttering, and sometimes helping people with small jobs to earn stuttering. You have endured hardships and hardships, and you have become a master today. Butt, fart... After he spat out a string of "farts", he said viciously: Your words are all clichés, you can fool the common people, but you can't fool me.There are tens of thousands of people who suffer hardships in the world, but those who can eventually become masters are as rare as a feather.It depends on luck, look at the bones, if you have the bones of a beggar, you can only be a beggar for a lifetime.Forget it, I won’t tell you this, it’s like playing the piano to you, you are too young to understand.You know nothing but the superficial knowledge of winemaking.Just like Mo Yan, he doesn't understand anything except the superficial aspects of novels.You two, master and apprentice, are a pair of bastards who don't understand anything.I ask you two to be my biographers, and it's important that you both have a lot of bad ideas.Boy, listen carefully, and the ancestors will tell you another story. He said: Once upon a time, there was a little boy who had read a lot of poetry and books. He watched the performance of two acrobats on the street.Among the acrobats, there was a handsome eldest daughter who was about twenty years old.The other was an old man who was deaf and dumb, apparently the girl's father.All the shows were performed by the girl alone, and the deaf-mute old man squatted aside blankly, looking at the props and other things.In fact, it doesn't matter whether you look at it or not, the old man is purely superfluous.But without the old man, the whole juggling team would be incomplete immediately, so the old man is indispensable, he is the foil of the beautiful girl. She first played some tricks such as changing eggs, turning pigeons, big and small moves, and so on.The number of spectators gradually increased, forming an airtight circle.She shook her spirits and said, "Everyone, the judges, the parents of the slave family, let's perform peach planting."Before planting peaches, let us learn the quotations together: Our literature and art serve the workers, peasants and soldiers.She picked up a peach pit from the ground, buried it in the Faust, sprayed it with water, and said: Come out!Sure enough, bright red peach tree buds came out of the Faust. Seeing them grow, they became trees in a short while.Then it blooms and bears fruit.The peaches are ripe, each one is blue and white, with red mouths.The girl picked peaches and distributed them to everyone, but no one dared to eat them.Only the little boy took the peach and ate it in small bites.Asked how it tasted, he said it was great.The girl invited everyone to eat peaches again, but everyone stared at each other, but still did not dare to eat.The girl sighed and waved her hand, the peach trees and peaches were gone, only a piece of floating soil. Playing games, the girl and the old man cleared up the stalls and left, and the little boy looked at her reluctantly.She smiled knowingly, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her face was like a peach blossom, and she looked so soul-stirring.She said: Little brother, only you dare to eat my peaches, which shows that our fate is not shallow.How about this, I will leave an address for you, whenever you miss me, just follow this address to find me. The girl took out a ballpoint pen, found a square of white paper, brushed it, wrote a few lines, and handed it to the little boy.The little boy kept the piece of paper as if he had found a treasure.The girl and the old man set off, and the little boy followed obsessively.I don't know how many miles I sent, the girl stopped and said: Brother, go back, we will meet later.The boy held back two tears, which flowed out in a rush.The girl took out a red silk handkerchief and wiped away the boy's tears.Suddenly she said: Little brother, your parents are looking for you! When the little boy turned his head, he saw his father and mother stumbling after him, waving their hands and opening their mouths, as if calling, but the little boy couldn't hear anything.Turning around, the girl and the deaf old man had disappeared without a trace.Looking back, parents have disappeared without a trace.He threw himself on the ground and began to cry for a long time. After crying for a long time, he was tired and sat on the ground in a daze.After being dazed enough, he lay on his back on the ground again, looking at the sea-blue sky above his head, and the lazy white clouds. After returning home, the boy fell into lovesickness, did not eat, did not speak, only drank a glass of water every day, and gradually lost his shape, leaving only a yellow skin wrapped around a pair of bones.He couldn't see anything with his eyes open, but when he closed his eyes, he felt the beautiful girl standing beside him, exhaling musk and expressing affection, and he yelled: "My dear sister, I miss you so much!"He moved his body and rushed forward, but when he opened his eyes, it was empty.The boy saw that it was useless.Parents were very anxious and invited uncle to find a way.Uncle is a well-learned man with sharp eyes, a strong chest, great foresight and decisiveness in dealing with things.One look at the boy's appearance, and he knew the root cause of his illness.The uncle sighed, and said: Sister, brother-in-law, nephew's disease, medicine and stones can't be effective, if this continues, a life is lost in vain, it is better to "treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor", let him go out, find it, maybe success A good relationship, but he couldn't find it, also made him die of this heart.Parents shed some tears and had no choice but to follow my uncle's suggestion. The three came to the boy's bed together.The uncle said: "Son, I have agreed with your parents to let you find that woman." The boy jumped up from the bed and kowtowed to his uncle.Perhaps because of excitement, a rosy glow appeared on that yellow sallow face. Parents said: "Son, you are too careful, we underestimated you. Now, we accept your uncle's suggestion, let you go to that charming female fairy, let the old servant Wang Bao accompany you, and find a more beautiful woman." Well, if you can't find it, turn around early, so as to save your parents from worrying about it. Father and mother will find you a handsome girl from a rich family at home. In this world, it is hard to find two-legged toads, and women with two legs are everywhere. , you don't have to hang yourself from a tree." The boy resolutely opposed the suggestion of his parents, saying that the Nine Heavens Fairy was not needed, only the girl who could perform magic tricks. The boy's father enlightened his son based on his own experience: son, you are fascinated by that female fairy.In fact, the meat of a bun does not lie on the folds, and the good or bad of a woman does not lie on the face. It makes the same difference when you close your eyes, whether you are handsome or ugly. The boy is naturally obsessed with obsession, this love word is so easy to come by!How do parents get around?He had no choice but to feed the donkey and prepare enough rations for half a month. He told the old servant Wang Bao thousands of times, and then, weeping, dragging and dragging, he sent the boy out of the village and on the road. The boy was riding on the donkey, swaying like a cloud and riding a mist, thinking that he would meet the girl soon, he got so smug, and danced on the donkey's back. Others saw that the boy was crazy. After walking for an unknown number of days, the dry food he brought had already been eaten up, and all the money he had on his body was spent, no one knew where the Xinghua Cave on Xifeng Mountain was.How can he listen to the old servant's persuasion?Insist on going west.Wang Bao sneaked away and returned home begging for food.The donkey also died.The boy was walking alone, sitting on a big rock and crying, but his heart for the girl did not weaken in the slightest.Suddenly there was a loud noise, the stone fell, and the boy fell down. When he opened his eyes, he was already in the gentle embrace of the girl.He passed out blissfully... the boy was me!Yu Yichi smiled cunningly and said, I have been in a juggling troupe, and I have practiced swallowing swords, walking ropes, and breathing fire... The lives of jugglers are very particular, magical and romantic, and as a biography for me, this section applies a strong Pen heavy color smudge. Mr. Mo, this Yu Yichi is a geek with a rich imagination. The story he told just now is always familiar to me, as if I have seen it in books such as "Liao Zhai" and "Sou Shen".Not long ago, I read "Records of Strange Events in the Wine Country" and found the following text, transcribed for your reference: In the early years of the Republic of China, an acrobat, female, came to Jiuxiang Village, with a beautiful appearance, like a fairy in the moon palace.The villagers watched.Among them is a young man from the Yu family, whose name is Yichi and small characters Bagou'er.This son was obtained by Yu's couple, a big family in the village, when they were forty years old, and they regarded it as the jewel in their palm.At that time, this son was thirteen years old, talented and intelligent, and as beautiful as a crown of jade.Seeing the woman smiling at me, I feel my heart fluttering.The girl began to play calling the wind and calling the rain, and then played the role of blowing clouds and fog, and the audience applauded.Then he took out a small bottle with full fingers, held it up and showed it to the public, saying: "This bottle is the fairy cave, who dares to accompany me into the bottle for a tour?"Everyone looked around, their eyes intertwined, they all thought that the wolf's body was full of fingers, how could the two of them advance hand in hand?It is to confuse the public with gossip.Yichi was fascinated by the beauty of the woman, so she jumped out and said: "A certain person is willing to enter the bottle with Qing."The viewers all laughed at him.The woman said: "Your bones are clear and strange, and your body has a strange fragrance. It stands out from the crowd of ordinary people. If you enter the vase with you, it can be said that there is a predestined relationship for three lives."The woman held up her finger in the shape of an orchid, wisps of light smoke surged vigorously from her fingertips, and the viewers were like shadows of the moon, broken and swaying, difficult to shape.Yichi felt her wrist was grasped by a woman, her fingers were like cotton, her skin was like silk, soft as if she had no bones.The female Fuer said: "Follow me, I will speak swallows, and the mouth will be fragrant and musk."The female general threw the bottle in the sky, but saw the rays of light, the auspicious energy, the mouth of the bottle rotated and expanded, and it was more than ten feet high in an instant, just like the door of a moon.One foot follows the female Shanshan.The path is lined with flowers, shaded by green poplars, and rare birds and animals play in it.Yu was drunk and infatuated, with a blazing spring heart, he grabbed the female hand instead and pulled it into his arms, wanting to walk in the joy of flying.The woman sneered and said, "Aren't you afraid of the village elder's ridicule?"Raise your hand and point, and you can see everyone raising their necks outside the bottle to visit.Yu was horrified in his heart, and at the middle point, he suddenly became sluggish.In the end, I was reluctant to give up, anxious and embarrassed, and it was difficult to speak.The woman said: "Your love is deep, and my concubine's heart is moved. If you don't think that my concubine's background is humble and ugly, please meet me at Xinghua Cave in Xifeng Mountain on this day next year. At that time, my concubine will sweep the couch and wait for your husband."Yu Xinchao rolled over, tongue wall and lip wall.As soon as the woman raised her hand, seeing the beautiful sun and clear sky again, she pointed to the small bottle and placed it in her palm.Yu still smelled that the skirt of the clothes was stained with a strange flower fragrance. At the beginning, when the woman grabs the rest of the wrist, the viewer can see that her body shrinks gradually, and the woman's body also shrinks, like two gnats flying into the bottle.The bottle floats in mid-air, spinning round and round, like a treasure.The viewers are all amazed. The woman took a gourd seed and buried it in the floating soil, spit on the incense, and said: Come out!That is to say, buds sprout into tendrils, and the leaves and leaves overlap each other, which can reach several feet in an instant.The branches and tendrils are still rising, twisting and bending, like green smoke.The woman carried the bag on her shoulders and walked up on the leaves. When she reached the height of Zhang Zhang, she said to Yu Wan'er: "Your Majesty, don't let go of your promise."After speaking, he flew up, the green leaves turned, and disappeared in an instant.A gourd vine, withered in the dust.After a long time, everyone dispersed without saying a word. Yu Gui, a woman with a beautiful face and beautiful appearance, has no food or drink, stays stiff in bed day and night, utters delirium, sees ghosts and ghosts.The parents were terrified and sought medical treatment in many ways, but the disease was like a mountain, and the medicine was like a light cloud.Parents were in tears, helpless.Suddenly I heard the ding-dong of the horse bell outside the door, and said, "Uncle is here!"At the end of the speech, a majestic man pushed the door open and entered.Clasping fists and bowing, he said: Brother-in-law and sister, stay safe!The mother saw him with a tall nose and wide mouth, yellow beard and blue eyes, which was very different from the people of her country, so she was terrified and unable to speak.The man strode up to Yu's couch and said: "My nephew is suffering from deep lovesickness, how can medicine and stones be effective?"The two foolish old men wanted to ruin my nephew's life!I have been sick for a long time, closed my eyes and held my breath, and looked like a dead person, unable to respond to people's calls for a long time.The guest leaned over and stretched his neck, observed his words and expressions, and sighed: "It's fresh and tender, but my nephew doesn't like it if it's so emaciated."Then he took out three red pills and put them in Yu's mouth.In a short time, the rest of the face was flushed red, and the breath was heavy.The guest clapped his hands three times, and shouted: "Fool, last year's appointment is coming soon. My nephew has been looking forward to it for a long time. Don't you think about going to the appointment?"Yu opened his eyes, shining brightly, jumped up from the couch, raised his forehead with his hand, and said: If it wasn't for Uncle's helping hand, I would have missed my sister's important business.The guest said: Go fast, go fast.After finishing speaking, he went out with his head held high.Regardless of the dirty clothes and disheveled hair, Yu chased away the guests.The parents cried and cried, but they ignored it after all. The Kelema stood by the side of the road, waiting for Yu to arrive, with his ape arms lightly stretched, he carried Yu onto the horse like a chick.Then the whip was raised, and the horse neighed and went like a gust of wind.Yu sat on the horse, grasping the horse's mane tightly with both hands, but heard the wind in his ears.Suddenly I heard the guest say: "My nephew opened his eyes."Yu opened his eyes and saw that he was in the desolate Gobi, looking around with luxuriant grass, dense rocks, and no one inhabited.The guest didn't say a word, he slapped his horse and hurried away, like yellow smoke, disappearing in an instant. Yu sat alone and wept. Suddenly, he felt a stone sinking under his body, there was thunder in his ears, and there were golden lights in front of his eyes. He was terrified and fainted.Suddenly, I felt a slender hand caressing my cheek, and the fragrance wafted into my nostrils. When I opened my eyes, I saw the girl, overjoyed, and weeping.The woman said: "I have been waiting for you for a long time." (500 words are deleted here) Walk hand in hand and see many strange trees and flowers in the garden.There is a big tree with leaves like palm-leaf fans, and countless seeds between the branches and leaves, all of which are in the shape of a boy.At lunch, there was a golden baby boy on the plate, so lifelike, he was so horrified that he didn't dare to eat chopsticks.The woman said: "Mr. Lang, a five-foot man, why is he so weak?"The woman held up her chopsticks and struck the boy's chicken head violently, and it shattered.The girl ate it with a child's arm, biting like a tiger or wolf.Yu was startled.The woman sneered and said: "This child is not a child, the fruit of the child's shape, the husband is acting coyly, and the concubine does not like it."Yu Mian followed it, took one ear with food, it melted in the mouth, it was extremely sweet.So she ate boldly, gobbling it voraciously, the woman covered her mouth and smiled, saying: "I don't know the taste as timid as a sheep, but I know the taste as fierce as a wolf!"Yu Jishi disregarded his reply, his cheeks were covered with grease, his appearance was very funny.The woman entered another jar of blue wine, which was extremely fragrant and mellow.The woman said that this wine is made from all kinds of fruits collected by apes in the mountains, and it is hard to find in the world... Teacher Mo, I think you have seen enough, and I have copied enough.It should be drawn to your attention: In this nondescript article, the eating of baby boys and the drinking of ape wine are mentioned. These two events are now important events in the city of Liquorland, or they are the two keys to unraveling the mystery of Liquorland. key. The author of "The Record of Miracles in the Wine Country" is unknown, and I have never heard of this book before.This book has been circulated among the people in the form of manuscripts in recent years. It is said that the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee has issued a document and confiscated it.Therefore, I guess that the author of this book is a modern person, alive and well, in Liquor Country.The protagonist in the article is also called Yu Yichi!Therefore, I suspect that he is the author of "Wonderful Events in the Wine Country". Mr. Yu, you have completely confused me.You have been a hotel boy for a while, an elusive fish scale boy for a while, a clown in a vaudeville troupe for a while, and now you are a majestic hotel manager-true and false, with many changes, how do you write your biography? He laughed loudly.No one could imagine such a loud, crisp laugh coming from his dwarf chicken breast.He tapped the buttons on the telephone, making the tiny computer inside it dizzy; he threw a fine porcelain teacup made in Jingdezhen high to the ceiling, letting the cup and the tea get the acceleration of gravity and fall onto the rich woolen carpet.He took out a stack of color photos from the drawer and raised them up. The photos fluttered like a group of colorful butterflies.Do you know these women?he asked me proudly.I picked up the photos and read them greedily, with a fake shyness on my face.All the beauties, naked, and faces all seemed familiar.He said: There is a name on the reverse side.On the back of the photo, there are written their work units, ages, names, and the time wh