Chapter 56 Section 56

He finally took off the mask on his face. This fake mask is a mass-produced plastic molded cover according to the set format. It is quite elastic and can be stretched and shrunk. It is also presented as a correct and serious positive figure, which can be used to play the role of the masses, such as workers, peasants, clerks, college students and employees, or knowledgeable elements such as teachers, editors and reporters, who are doctors with a receiver. One can become a professor or a writer by putting off the receiver and putting on glasses. It is true that glasses are optional, but this mask is indispensable. Only thieves, hooligans and other bad elements and enemies of the people can tear off this mask.This is one of the most commonly used masks and is universally applicable to the people.The leaders and leaders of the people and the heroes of the people have more exaggerated and tougher masks, probably made of high-density polyethylene, which cannot be broken even with a mallet.

He played with the mask in his hand, winking his eyebrows and eyes, not sure if he could still restore a person's normal expression, but he refused to put on a new mask, such as dissidents, cultural gardeners, oaths, or outbursts. household.After taking off his mask, he was unavoidably embarrassed and at a loss for what to do, but at least he got rid of false anxiety and unnecessary reserve. Since he has no leadership, is not under the jurisdiction of the party or any organization, and has no motherland, it doesn't matter where his hometown is. Both dead, no family, no worries, all alone, but relaxed, can go wherever he wants, drifting with the wind, as long as no one comes to troublesome places, his own troubles can be solved by himself, and he wants his own If you can let go of your troubles, it doesn't matter at all, and you don't care.

He no longer carried any burden on his shoulders, canceled his emotional debt, and liquidated his past. If he loves and hugs a woman again, he will be liked by others, and he will be accepted. Otherwise, he will at most have a cup of coffee together in a coffee shop. Or beer, talk, flirt, and go away. The reason why he still writes is that he himself has this need, so that he can write with full freedom, and he does not regard writing as a profession to earn a living.He does not use the pen as a weapon, he fights for something, he does not bear the so-called sense of mission, so he still writes, it is better to say that he is playing with himself, talking to himself, listening and observing himself, so as to appreciate what is left. The feeling of life.

The only connection he has with the past is this language. Of course, he can also write in other languages, so he still does not give up this language, just because it is more convenient to use without having to look up a dictionary, but this convenient language is for him. Speaking is not very applicable, he wants to find his own tone, listen to his words like listening to music, but always feel that this edict is still too rough, maybe one day he has to give up, and resort to something that can convey more feelings Material. What he envies is that some actors have such dexterous bodies, especially dancers. He really wants to be able to use his body to express freely, make a stumbling block at will, get up and jump again when he falls, but his age is not forgiving. His tendons and bones are broken, he can't dance anymore, he can only toss and fro in Gui Cheng's percussion, and he is fascinated by the ease of speaking. He is a juggler of speaking and bowing. Even when he is alone, he always talks to himself. This inner voice becomes a confirmation of his own existence. He has become accustomed to turning his feelings into stargazing, otherwise he feels that he is not enough. The pleasure this brings him Like moaning, or shouting, during sex.

He is sitting right in front of you, looking at you, laughing in the mirror opposite.