Chapter 6 hello beekeeper.1

On a slightly snowy evening, I entered the city from the train station from east to west, and walked on the empty streets in the West District.I was wearing a khaki army coat with grease stains on the bottom corners, and I was carrying a bucket-shaped canvas bag on my shoulder, looking around the city.The street lights flickered suddenly at 5:30, and the houses and trees showed a yellow outline. I saw the snow on the ground as a thin layer of velvet, and my footprints were printed on it chaotically, floating towards the center of the city. like a fish. I saw a roundabout for the first time.People ride bicycles or sit on trams passing by in four directions to form an unfamiliar routine of life.I walked around the famous roundabout in the West End.I saw huge flower beds and beautiful sculptures standing in the center of the road, reserved and quiet.The fountain splashes light-colored mist in the snow, and the holly trees are lush and prosperous.You haven't been here so you are here.I heard a beeping voice talking to me, and then I looked down and found an old shoe, a Jiefang shoe that was popular in the early 1970s, it was big but lying alone on the roundabout, I stared After looking at it for a while, I decided to study this as the first strange phenomenon of the city.

It was about 7 o'clock and I walked through the West End to the neon-shrouded East End.I found the Peace Hotel on Baizi Street.It is basically the same as I imagined: the four-story building is full of creamy yellow windows, and each window represents a room with two soft beds, a desk, two sofas, a black and white TV set, and two enamel washbasins.The gates of the hotel are four inlaid with large glass in rows, and the word "pull" is pasted on the front and the word "push" is pasted on the back.If you walk in, you will pass a girl knitting a sweater or reading a novel at the service desk, walk through the terrazzo stairs and the dark corridor, and smell a trace of hydrochloric acid when you walk through a washroom and public toilet.This is the case, and the peace hotel is basically the same as all the hotels I have stayed in.Standing on the steps, I re-read the route map the beekeeper had given me, and then I brushed off the snow beads that had condensed on my army overcoat.Someone walked by Baizi Street and watched me push open the glass door of the Peace Hotel.It was the winter of 1986, a night of light snow.I'm waiting for the beekeeper to return.

I don't know when the beekeeper will return. Finding the beekeeper was becoming more and more embarrassing for me because I didn't know his name or his history.I can only describe the appearance of the beekeeper to the people in the Peace Hotel over and over again: tall, slender eyes, whiskers, black leather jacket, do you know that beekeeper?The strange thing is that no one in the Peace Hotel knows the beekeeper.They say that beekeepers live in the wild and in tents, so why would beekeepers come to the city to stay in a hotel?So could he be a resident of Baizi Street? Could his house be on Baizi Street?They said that was unlikely, Baizi Street was a commercial area, and there was not a single resident here.What are you looking for with a beekeeper?What are you doing here?The conversation went wrong here, and most of the interviewees later became protagonists. They patiently inquired about my details, which made me very embarrassed.I have lived in eight big cities in three years, but I never tell people the purpose of my stay here and there.In fact, I should not tell them that I am just a college dropout with nothing to do and a whimsical mind. I don't want to go back to the boring small town where I grew up, but I am deeply fascinated by the life of the Nine Metropolises.I actually want to be an urban scientist, and I want to write a long book called Survey of China's Metropolis, but I don't know if there is such a science as urban studies.I consider myself a special person.And the beekeeper was another special person I met along the way.That's all.Traveled to so many cities.I can no longer remember why I went to that nameless town of Nijiang.When the train passed the Nijiang River, I seemed to see a beautiful and mysterious purple from the window glass, and the window glass suddenly became brilliant, and the girl on the train cried out in surprise.I went to the window and saw that Nijiang Station was surrounded by boundless vetch fields. The flowers of vetch in the wind drew arc-shaped waves like sea tides, and the refraction of the sun when it slanted to the west dyed Nijiang into a piece of purple vetch. This is how the window panes on the train turn into purple glass.I recalled it, it seems that I jumped off the train halfway and came to Nijiang like this.I was only there for one day.The streets, houses and orientation patterns of Nijiang are so similar to those of my hometown, I used to have the idea of ​​escaping.The appearance of the people in Nijiang is just like my father and mother, old-fashioned and conservative. When I walk in those old and crooked streets and alleys, I feel heavy and depressed just like walking on the stone road in my hometown.I have to go.But the next morning when I was walking from the hotel to the station, I suddenly lost my mind.It was a strange experience. I clearly saw the train station like an isolated island floating in the vetch field, and as I walked, the isolated island disappeared.I went to the depths of the milk vetch flower waves, and saw an old tent crookedly erected in the field, and the path was blocked by countless rectangular beehives.Bees were flying all over the sky, and suddenly there was a sticky and damp sweet smell in the air.I was surprised to find myself breaking into the hive.I had never seen an apiary before, that was the day I met the beekeeper.The man who emerges from the tent is the beekeeper.

The tall, slender eyed bearded beekeeper in a black leather jacket.Imagine my lonely and helpless mood at that time, and you will understand the long field talk with the beekeeper beside the beehive.He put a jar of pale yellow fresh honey in front of me, then sat cross-legged on the ground, and said, "Where are you going, little brother?" "Don't know, haven't decided yet." "You're a college student." "No. Let them kick you out." "What did you do wrong? Did you sleep with a female classmate?" "I don't like to go to class." I don't like to mention this topic, I frowned, "I don't like to recall the past. I never wanted to be a college student." "Tell me what did you go to Nanjin for?"

"Nothing. Can you control me if I like to go to Nanjin?" "Hey-haha." He suddenly laughed wildly, shaking his head and said, "I like to go to Nanjin, I don't know there are people who like to go to Nanjin, this is really It's a ghost!" I looked at his maniacal laugh, and for a moment I thought of my elder brother who was suffering from mental depression in a small town in my hometown. He occasionally laughed like this without restraint, with a strong destructiveness like gravel. The difference What's more, there is an oddly superhuman air about the beekeeper that awes me rather than frightens me, a fact I'm ashamed to admit is that I've been fascinated by the beekeeper.I picked up the honey-filled tin of luncheon meat and tasted the fresh honey.The honey is very thick and sweet, and has a clear grassy root flavor.I dare say it is the most amazing food I have ever had.Looking back now, the idea of ​​following a beekeeper to raise bees may have been born at that moment.That morning the mist in the Nijiang River dissipated quickly, and the sun shone on the milk vetch field, steaming up the faint purple water vapor, and countless natural auras of spring flashed in front of my eyes. I saw groups gathering honey The bees fly freely and do not want to return to their nests, their wings glow in the sun.You can't imagine how complicated and empty my mood is.You can't understand my paradox that I hate the country and am always moved by its sights. "I went to Nanjing to do research. I have investigated eight major cities." I confided my secret to the beekeeper, "No one asked me to do this, I like it myself." "Investigate cities." His gray-yellow Staring at me with slender eyes, he suddenly patted his thigh, "Little brother, that's a good idea. Have you been to Nanjin?" "No. But I like Nanjin. I don't know why." "Nanjin is a big beehive." His unpredictable smile appeared on his face again, and he said, "I know all the secrets of Nanjin."

"Tell me something." "That won't work. You're going to live for half a year to do your research. I can't tell you anything." He suddenly remembered something, turned sideways and reached into the tent to fumble for something.What I saw him take out was a crumpled "Nanjin Evening News" and a cheap ballpoint pen.He tore off a piece of newspaper and spread it on his knees, writing something with a ballpoint pen.I heard him say, "Baizi Street. Peace Hotel. Walk from the train station, through West District to East District." "What are you drawing?" After the flowering period of this season, I will go south and pass through Nanjin. Wait for me at the Peace Hotel." "Will you help me investigate the city?"

"No. I'll take you as my apprentice." He stuffed the piece of torn newspaper into my hand and patted my head, "Don't you want to go beekeeping with me?" "How do you know I want to follow you?" Beekeeping?" "Why don't you know? The only thing you want to do is beekeeping. This is the rule." It seems to be like this.That's how I met the beekeeper in the zi vetch field outside Nijiang City.I sometimes doubt the existence of beekeepers. The reason is the trance and turbulence of my thinking. I often regard illusion as reality, and often regard some special experiences as dreams.During those days when I lived in the Peace Hotel on Baizi Street, I often found a corner of the "Nanjin Evening News" to see that the beekeeper's tadpole-like handwriting was actually left on the corner of the newspaper.The tall, slender-eyed, bearded beard, and the beekeeper in the black leather jacket were real too.While I waited for the beekeeper to arrive, I memorized almost every piece of news left in that corner of the newspaper.

…to obtain corresponding remuneration and compensation for losses caused by plagiarism shall not be supported. (Zhu Wenmin) Report from our newspaper: Yesterday afternoon, a major accident occurred in the construction area of ​​high-rise residential buildings in Longshan, West District.Because the construction unit did not set up a protective net, three red bricks fell from a height of 20 meters. A passing man was hit and suffered serious head injuries. He was sent to the hospital and died. A case of HIV infection was found in the city Report from our newspaper: Changjiang Hospital admitted a patient with difficult immune system diseases on the 27th of last month. According to the results of expert consultation and examination, the patient may be infected with AIDS, which is still rare in China.The patient's self-report

He once traveled to the United States to visit relatives, but had no bad sexual behavior.The relevant departments are looking for its specific... When I'm squeezed between fat women and skinny men on a bus, I always try to squeeze my way to the window.There were all kinds of bad smells in the car, including their body odor, bad breath, sweat, tobacco, and the strange smell of beauty cream on the face of a woman with makeup, and of course the smell of gasoline that made me dizzy.I swear if I had an atomic bomb I would tie all the buses in a string and blow them up and I would give every cityman a hoverboard as a means of transportation.But this obviously can't be done.I huddled by the window and stared at the streets, houses and crowds of the city, and heard the slight sound of the earth creaking and twisting.Everything squeaks and twitches, but they don't feel it, and people who do feel it are generally geniuses or lunatics.I saw a distant relative on the three-way round-the-city bus.When the car passed Zhongzhong Road, I saw him at a glance. His blue card tunic suit and artificial leather pillow-shaped travel bag hanging on his shoulders were particularly eye-catching in the crowd.I saw him fasten two travel bags one after the other and put them on his shoulders, standing at the entrance of the central shopping mall and looking around in the window.There were only a few bare-legged plastic mannequins standing in the window.I don't know what's so weird about that.I don't know why he doesn't burn his Tiger Stove in the teahouse, but has to go to the Central Mall to make a fool of himself.I paid attention to his shoes. He was wearing black leather shoes, but I immediately thought of a Jiefang shoe I saw at the roundabout in the West End that day.This is very strange.

My hometown town is also on this earth, and it is also spinning around boringly.In addition, it is like a palm print engraved on the palm of my hand. Sometimes I open my palm and see that stupid town.My father didn't know that he was spinning boringly following the earth on the earth.He worked in a printing factory called Laijia Dyeing Factory, and every day he drowsily stirred a tank of indigo water.There are only two things he does with his open palms, one is to knead my mother's shriveled breasts, and the other is to spank my ass.But since I escaped the town, he can't do the second job.The memory of life in the small town is as light as a puff of smoke, and the smoke clears away with a wave of your hand.When I was very hungry at night, I recalled the scene of standing on the threshold and eating plum cakes.How delicious plum cakes are, sour, sweet and crisp, that is my only concern for my hometown town.You can’t see plum cakes in big cities, and even if you describe them for a long time, they don’t understand what plum cakes are.

I got on the three-way round-the-city bus and got off at Hujia Street.There was an old guest gentleman I knew in college.He is rich.I don't know how he got his money. The old customer said that you can come to my place for a meal, so I often rush to Hujia Street before dinner.As a pauper, you have to get used to eating.The regular guest arrives home at six o'clock every afternoon.Before six o'clock he was not at home or in the unit called the Technology Information Center, you had no idea what he was doing all day long.When I asked about it, the old customer said, "What else can I do? Make money!" I said how to make money?The old customer said: "Can you still fish in the water? Do business!" I asked again what kind of business?The old customer became angry, "You eat your food, don't ask anything." I think the old customer is obviously rich and powerful now, think about the time when he stood on the referee's platform of the volleyball court and gave a speech to run for the chairman of the student union, I gave it back He slapped redly, how gentle, trustworthy and beloved the old guest was back then!One day, the old guest stared at me at the dinner table for a long time, and said solemnly, "How nice you are, I think of my youth when I look at you." The attitude dare not speak out.But the circles under the old customer's eyes gradually turned red, which baffled me.The old man fumbled in the upper of his shoe and pulled out a photograph.The photo shows a foreign woman with eyes as big as copper bells and a nose that stands tall like a triangle.The old customer said, "How is she?" I said, "Grinning her teeth, but she is very powerful." The old customer said, "She is from California." I said. "Are you dealing with the situation?" The old man's eyes suddenly became dull, and he groaned in the back of his throat, and said, "I want to go to America." "I'm going to America." The voice was heard everywhere in the nine cities I walked through.Those people, those who are smart, capable, tricky, narrow-minded, honest and dumb, all go to the United States.This surprised me, because I knew by heart the Beijing-Guangzhou line, the Longhai line, the Tianjin-Shanghai line, and those railways could not go to the United States.I think the world may have been running crazily away from the earth.And my so-called urban survey is ridiculously small in this kind of operation.They say that going to America will not be much more difficult than going to Lhasa.The problem is that it takes effort. If you go skating in Beihai Park in winter, you still have to queue up to buy tickets.In nine cities, I scouted nine overseas application agencies, and there was a line of people at the gates of the nine agencies, and they were all tightly wrapped in coats and headscarves.I'm trying to figure out when I'm going to be in the queue, and if I'm going to be in the queue.Seeing that long queue made me hungry, and I remembered that the queue for holiday snacks in college was also so long. God knows if there is any difference between the two queues. My meal relationship with the old customer could not be maintained for a long time, and I would blush when I thought of the last meeting.I don't know whose fault it is.Simply put, I encountered a strange thing when I went to Hujia Street for dinner one day.I knocked on the door, and the old customer took a long time to come out to open the door. His face was pale, and he was naked, covering the top of his swimming trunks with his hands.I said, "Are you sleeping? You didn't cook?" The old customer pulled me in without saying a word, and then leaned into my ear and said, "You came just in time, I can't stand it." I said, "You said What?" He gave a strange smile, grabbed me and dragged me into the room, "Help me, go to the bed." The door of the room was open, and the Simmons bed on the floor was in a mess, and I saw a draped bed outside the quilt. Big head with brown curly hair.My face suddenly burned up looking at the old customer.The old man held onto me with his wet hands, and he said, "Help me, let's take care of this slut bitch." I finally got it, my goddamn heart was beating like a rattle.How could this happen?I pulled out my hand and turned around, and I cursed "Old customer, you fucking--" I don't know how to call old customer a bastard.The old guy came after me and said, "What's the matter? This is what Americans do." As I opened the door, I said, "No, I can't do it." I felt like my heart was going to fly.The old guest stood at the door and looked at me contemptuously, and suddenly said loudly, "Get out of here, you old bastard, never come here again!" Then he slammed the door hard.I'm standing on the stairs.I don't care much about insults from old customers.I was wondering how could this happen?Is this a kind of urban neutral life?It may be difficult for me to think about this question.I'm 21 and I'm new to the sex world.I think it’s not my fault, I’ve traveled through nine cities, but the city girl I imagined hasn’t appeared yet, there are as many beautiful girls in the city as ants, how can I find her, love, marry, have sex with her What about living and having children and starting a family?I passed Hujia Street along the sidewalk.While passing through the underground shops in Hujia Street, I heard a rattling sound bouncing off the wall. I suspected it was the sound of the earth's axis breaking.Maybe the earth is about to stop turning?Since then, every time I pass by Hujia Street, I can hear that terrible sound.I really doubt that the earth is going to stop turning. Peace Hotel Traveler One Have you ever met a beekeeper? I asked this three times, and found that the old man sitting on the opposite bed was deaf.He washed his feet carefully with a purple mercury potion.After washing his feet, he sat on the bed and picked his feet.The old man's eyes were dull, and the corners of his mouth often moved nervously, as if he was about to mutter something.I walked over and yelled in his ear: Have you ever met a beekeeper? I am here to petition.The old man looked at me and said that he had a sarcoma the size of an egg on his neck.Listening to the accent, the old profile picture is from northern Jiangsu.He said again, I am not looking for Yang Fengren, I am here to appeal. Have you ever been wrongly convicted?I joined the New Fourth Army in 1941, and I have been a revolutionist for most of my life.Why didn't the township government build a house for me?They build it as soon as they say it every year. I have been waiting for five years. Where is the house?There is no fart shadow either.I know that the central government has a document to build a house for us. Why didn't the township government carry out the order?I didn't care about it when I sued the county. They all had the guts to disobey the military order.Let me go to the province to sue, the province is the province, I am still afraid of the province?My revolutionary comrades lived everywhere in the province, and they all ran around in small cars.Obediently sobbed. Did you get in their car? There is no sign of them.This city is too big, and there are many governments, I just don't know where to find their figures.I went to the government to look for Secretary Tang, but the little sentinel blocked me with a gun, obediently thumping, like a dog.He didn't even count on a sperm when I was in the war.I said to find Secretary Tang, but he said he wasn't there, and I said that Secretary Tang and I called Meng Lianggu together.What did he say that Meng Lianggu is not Meng Lianggu? I don't understand. This is not a vegetable market that lets you in casually.I said anxiously that I will kill you, you little bastard.He was fine and smiled.He said that there is no secretary surnamed Tang here, and asked me to look for it at the Wuyou Lane Neighborhood Committee.But old Tang obviously works as a secretary in the province. He told me himself, where is Wuyou Lane?Little comrade, do you know where Wuyou Lane is?Is there no alley?Go east, go west, go back, go south, go north.How to find it?Don't look for it.I laughed.Wuyou Lane means there is no such alley, so don't look for it.Little bastard, did he play tricks on me? !The old man screamed, and suddenly he undid his belt and pulled his trousers down.Do you see what this is?Here are two pieces of shrapnel from Chiang Kai-shek.I saw two maroon scars on the old man's withered, sallow abdomen, lying motionless like two earthworms.The old man said how dare the little bastard play tricks on me? !The old man yelled at me with his pants open.I saw the tumor at the base of his neck bursting with rage.I really don't know how to comfort such a irascible old revolutionary!I can't let him keep opening his pants because it's cold.I really couldn't find a way to help him, so I could only gently shout into his ear: "Put on your pants, and be careful of catching a cold." In the city, you can often see some strange things that fascinate you.I used to be obsessed with the bumper cars at the Workers' Club, I went there every few days and paid fifty cents for a ticket, and as soon as I walked into the roundabout I headed straight for the fiery red bumper car, jumped on it and squeezed the plastic steering wheel run around.I whistled and drove the bumper car, and when I saw other cars, I rushed up and rammed them.You must know that it is not against the traffic rules to hit people in the bumper car field, but it is a pity that you cannot knock them over.I know it's ridiculous to be obsessed with this kind of children's game, but it's also ridiculous that I can't help running to the workers' club, I can't help but bumping people.Until one time I ran into the bumper car driven by a man and a woman with perm. The man with perm suddenly jumped out of the car and stared at me, "If you hit us again, I'll stab you." I said why stab me?He said, "Are you still pretending to be stupid? We didn't know when you hit him?" I was speechless. I thought he didn't understand the rules of the game at all, and it was more ridiculous than me.Since then, I have lost my appetite for bumper cars.Later, I often haunted the Drum Tower in the West District.There is an astronomical telescope on the top of the Drum Tower, and you can see the city view for three minutes for two cents.I put my eyes tightly against the lens barrel and had a bird's-eye view of the whole city. When you look at the city through the telescope, you will find it more mysterious and beautiful.The disappointment is that the old man guarding the telescope keeps reminding you. "One minute. Two minutes." I was in a hurry every time, but I still saw a lot of things that I couldn't see on the street through the telescope.I have seen the morgue of Wuyi Hospital, where a blue light bulb illuminated a row of dead people wrapped in white cloth.I have seen a girl with braids kissing a man. In the lens, there is only a single braid falling down with the head back, and the faces of the two cannot be seen, but I know it is a kiss.I also saw a huge conference room on the eighth floor. Inside the windows, there were many people wandering around like penguins in a dull and cute way, not knowing what kind of meeting they were having.You can do a lot of fun things in the city as long as you spend money.This is my first definition of a city.Everyone understands this, so maybe there is no definition of a city.Cities are complex.I go back to Baizi Street from every corner of the city every day, and I can always see a high-end condom with micro thorns in the window of the medicine store at the intersection of Baizi Street and Qinghai Road.Sometimes it's really complicated to think about cities, you can't say that cities are a high-end condom.If you like the city, you can't just spoil the city.But I saw some people ruining the city, right in front of the drug store, four guys in jeans blowing up that condom, and they blew it up into a big balloon, laughing like crazy.They gave the balloon to a little boy with a schoolbag. The little boy didn't want it. They chased after him. I saw the condom balloon explode in a brown and hairy hand, and it exploded into pieces on the street.They are ruining the city.If I were their father, I would take off their pants and slap each of them 50 times!But I can't do anything, I'm powerless in the face of the depravity of mankind.I'm used to roaming the streets, which is the main way to investigate a city.Putting my hands in the cold coat pockets like this, I swayed along the street, and I saw myself transformed into a person from this city in the reflection of the shop glass, my stern face and my slow gait had lost all the characteristics of my hometown town , I call the result of this variation urbanization.Urbanization meant I escaped my family's success.Since then, that small town has been far away from me. At most, that unlucky town is left like a palm print on my palm. I just need to put my hand in my coat pocket, as long as I don’t remember, my father, mother, elder brother, and second sister will all go to hell. When I passed by Tangzi Lane, I saw a lot of people crowded in front of the district government.A banner was pulled over the cement gate: City Talent Exchange Center Market.When I squeezed into the crowd, a man wearing a big mask and a peaked cap grabbed my arm from behind, "Don't jump in line, line up and register." I said, "Register what? I don't want to register." The man threw me away The arm said, "It's really uneducated, and the little hooligans come here to register." I said, "Who is the little hooligan? I think you look like an old spy. You are not a spy, why are you wearing a mask and a peaked cap?" He rolled his eyes at me and ignored me.I followed behind him and moved towards a long table with the team.A row of state cadres sat in front of the long table. They smiled and handed out a form to the queuers, talking to them in soft voices.I think they are as pure and lovely as angels.Looking around, there are people of all ages, young and old, men and women, and they all have the same gloomy look on their faces. I know that they are people whose lives are not satisfactory, and each has its own misfortune.But I felt that the old spy must be a fake talent. I blindly lined up at the long table and heard the old spy say to the state officials, "This society has finally changed." What does it mean that it has finally changed?I heard him say again, "This is my academic work. It has been published for 21 years. But I am still working as a cashier in a poultry company." I turned sideways and glanced at the old spy's academic work.Really an academic work.The book has turned yellow, and "The Application Technology of Laser in Chemical Machinery Production" is printed on the cover.The old spy pressed his hand on it, his fingers were pale and bleeding, like a row of chopped carrots.I felt a kind of respect for the old spy in my heart.I believe he's a laser talent.When it was my turn, a female cadre handed me the form and said, "Please fill it out." I didn't know whether to accept the form, and I said, "What happens when I fill it out?" She said, "Communication , go to the place where you can give full play to your expertise and contribute to Sihuaduo." She looked at me lovingly and said, "Do you have a diploma?" I thought for a while and said, "A little bit." She laughed, "What is a diploma?" One thing? If you have it, you have it, don't be modest. Intellectuals are the pillars of the party." She asked again, "What major do you study?" I was afraid that people would ask me what major I studied.I hesitated for a while and told her, "Urban studies." "Urban studies?" The female cadre thought about it and said, "There is no need for urban studies talents." I said, "I know there is no need." The female cadre patted my Shoulder said, "Don't worry, can you artificially cultivate mushrooms?" "No." "Have you learned microwave transmission?" "No. No." "So do you know Spanish? You can design fashion Do you know how to operate a Conex computer?" "I don't even know it," I said.The female cadre began to look at me with pity and said, "Then you can only stay in the original unit. Where do you work?" I said I didn't know and slipped out of the talent team.I don't know how I got here.I don't even want to communicate anywhere, my specialty is walking around the fucking city.I'm not some Mushroom Microwave Conness guy, and I don't need people to ask me this and that like my mother did before she went to bed.When I left the district office, I saw the old laser agent still standing on the steps. His eyes were red from the big mask, and I heard him muttering vaguely inside the mask, "This society has finally changed." That's a weirdo, I don't know where the society has changed. It seems that that day, I met another weird person in the public toilet on Tangzi Street.It was a short man standing at the end of the urinal watching me go in.His eyes are very strange.When I urinated, I heard him sigh softly, and then he made an inexplicable movement.He shook the man's dick towards me from the side of the urinal, squinting at me.I was dumbfounded and stepped back down the steps.I said, "What are you doing?" He sighed again to see that I was silent.He pissed his head against the wall, but it wouldn't come out.I thought he might be sick.I didn't take a few steps out of the toilet when I saw a short man chasing me out again. He poked a finger in my waist and said, "Go to the movies," I said, "What movie?" He said, "Whatever movie?" Go to the movies." I said, "Why should I go to the movies? With you?" Then I heard him sigh a third time.I concluded he was a psychopath.I quickened my pace and left the stinking toilet, and turned my head to see the mentally ill man getting into the toilet again.I think it's hilarious that this kind of thing happens to me.It is not easy for you to encounter such a strange thing in your life. Peace Hotel Traveler II Have you ever met a beekeeper? I have traveled all over the world and met all kinds of people. So have you ever met a beekeeper? Where is he from?have no idea.He said he lived here often. what does he look likeA tall man with slender eyes and a beard in a black leather jacket.A beekeeper. What is that characteristic?Chinese people are like this.Besides, I usually live in the Jiangnan Restaurant, and it is rare for me to come to such a broken hotel, which doesn't even provide heating.The new lodger wore a silver gun woolen overcoat, and a pair of gold-rimmed square mirrors pinned to the bridge of his nose.I saw him keep dusting the sheets with his gloves, and then put down the black briefcase."Dirty," he said, opening the briefcase.The bag looked empty, and the most eye-catching thing was a row of six IDs of various colors, two ties and a crumpled white shirt. He took out a business card from the gap and handed it to me, "Meeting Why bother to meet each other and make friends." I looked at the business card up and down, and the densely packed titles printed on it made people dazzled.Chairman of Lincheng Branch of China Industrial Company Deputy Manager of Southern Motorcycle Trade Center Director of the Preparatory Committee of the Seedling Literature Fund Hu Cheng, Executive Director of China Philatelic Association China "Old Hu, what do you mainly do?" I looked at the new tenant with admiration. "Do anything." Lao Hu took out a Japanese electric razor and massaged his smooth face. He raised his face and said, "I don't have a beard, but I like to play with electric razors. Regular use is very good for the skin." benefit." "I mean what's your main job?" "This time I came out to do some publicity for the foundation." He suddenly smiled at me and said, "Can you raise funds for the Young Children's Foundation?" "Me? I need someone else to raise money." "It's fine if you don't have a huge amount of one hundred and two hundred. We can consider you as an advisor to the Youth Foundation." "Are you just looking for someone to ask for money?" "How do you ask for money? It's fundraising. I can't fatten my own pockets. It's mainly for the next generation. The purpose of our foundation is to train young people to become great writers in the future." "I think what people want to grow into It's what it looks like, and it's useless to cultivate." "You're young and your thinking is rigid." He said and slammed the aluminum lock of the briefcase, "Let's see what this is."