Chapter 2 two

2 It's 2020.The fog was thick as I pulled into the company parking lot in the morning.In the early morning, the mist was thin, and as the morning approached, it gradually reached the level where no one was seen on the opposite side—now is the time when no one is seen on the other side.The asphalt in the parking lot was wet, black and shiny as if it had just been washed.The parking lot is full of towering giant trees, the leaves are as black as rotten leaves in late autumn, and the bark is dripping water.In the dense fog, the tree seemed to be sick.I parked in my parking space, put my hand under my chin, and just stayed there.Since my college days, I have often looked like this. Some people call me alligator, some people call me gecko-in short, they are reptiles.I may add myself that I am like a reptile in winter, not like a reptile in summer.The doctor said I have depression.He also said that if my illness is not cured, I will not live to graduate.He mobilized me to be hospitalized so that he could beat me on the head with electricity, but I firmly refused.He prescribed a lot of medicine for me, and I took it back to feed the green turtle I raised.After taking the medicine, the tortoise became agitated, crawled around anxiously in the fish tank, stood up and danced disco when he heard the music, his fur changed color overnight, and turned into a red-haired tortoise—— These medicines are really powerful.I lived to graduate college without those pills.But the diagnosis was correct: I was depressed.Depression doesn't kill me for a while, it makes me a nuisance, even in the parking lot.

On the front of the black parking lot, there is a continuous glass building.It's not raining now, but the parking lot is a rainy scene.Standing outside the window was a man in a rubber raincoat, black and shiny like whale skin—a security guard.I rolled down the window and asked: What's your problem?He froze for a moment, with a smile on his face, and said: I should be the one asking you this.What this means is that the parking lot is not a place to be dazed.I shrugged resignedly, got out of the car, and went to the office—if I didn't leave, he would stand down in front of me, which also meant to say: the parking lot is not a place to be dazed.The security guards are decent like English gentlemen with meaningful smiles on their faces.We look like bandits by comparison.I slammed the car door hard, and with my back turned to him, sneaked a nasty fart - I guess he smelled it, and he'd say in his routine report, I was in the parking lot Behaving badly - let him be.When I entered the office, I sat down behind the desk. After sitting for a while, another person stood opposite me. This person was still my immediate superior.What she means by standing here is: the office is not a place to be in a daze.Everywhere is no place to be dazed.I took my hands from under my cheeks, put them on the table, straightened my neck, and looked straight at my boss—as I do when I come to work in the morning.

I have been writing a novel called "Teacher-Student Love" in a writing company.I have written this novel more than a dozen times, and now I have to write a new version, because the company pays me, and not everyone has the opportunity to fall in love with the teacher, so this novel always has readers, and I also Always write down. Beneath the black fur coat, the teacher is an outstanding sexy animal.After sitting on the chair for a long time, when she got up, there would be red leather marks on the back of her thighs—as if she had been beaten, which was shocking.That dress is not warm, I don't know why she is wearing this fur coat.In the summer, the teacher is always tugging at the silk shirt—she seems to be too lazy to iron the clothes, and the clothes are wrinkled and look small.Fortunately, she is not too lazy to pull.Pull it around and the clothes will be big enough.

The seasons in which this story takes place are sometimes harsh winters and sometimes hot summers.In the severe winter, the glass windows are covered with frost stains, and the cement floor of the classroom is full of snow brought in by the heels.Some are on display in one piece, and some have melted into muddy water—actually, I don't like the cold.In the heat of summer, hot and dry wind flows from the open door to the window.In addition to the sound of the teacher teaching, you can also hear a few crisp sounds.It was the wood that made up the frame of the door or window or table or chair that was splitting.And this time it was in the wet early autumn season.By nature, I hate humidity.But I have no choice - because it's the only thing I can choose.In the wet autumn, the teacher said: The world of the future is silver... This is a riddle.The novel I am writing and everything that is happening in front of me are connected by this riddle.In class, I was always staring at the monochrome computer on the table in a daze.There is neither a blackboard nor a podium in the office, and the boss is always patrolling around, so there is only one thing that can be dazed: Sometimes, I hold my face in my hands and stare at it, and when the boss is in the room, I will come to ask about it. One sentence: hello!what happened to you?I take one hand off and use one finger to type on the keyboard: words slowly begin to appear on the screen.After a while she came again and asked: What are you doing?I put the other hand down and type on the keyboard with two fingers. The screen is still writing, but it doesn't feel faster at all.If she dared to ask again, I would put both hands back under my chin, and words would still be printed on the screen, as if I had seen a ghost.This computer has been modified by me.Originally it was an old-fashioned product, not much faster than me, but after the modification, it was much slower than me.Five minutes after I stopped, it continued to produce words, flashing on the screen one after another, each the size of a walnut, which seemed to be a lot—not a lot in fact.When the head saw me again, he shook his head, sighed, and left me alone.After all the words were finished, the screen became pitch black, and a white reflection appeared on the surface.It became a mirror, reflecting my sparsely browed, slightly puffy face... and the head's face appeared on top of it.Her face also became swollen.This screen is not flat, it is a curved surface, like baking powder in dough, puffiness.She said: What the hell are you doing... She chased after her, and finally chased into this puffy world.A man should not be in a daze unless he wants to attract attention.But it's impossible for me not to be in a daze.

My story has another beginning.The teacher said that the future world is silver.The teacher has his hair braided in a high bun and wears a white robe.There is no blackboard behind her, just a pink sky.Although it was still early, the wind blowing from between the stone pillars already carried dry heat.I sat cross-legged on the marble floor and began to doze off, the waxed board and stylus fell from my lap... In a flash I was awake again, and I was grabbing the board and stylus in my hands - but it was too late, and I missed the sneaky Time to doze off without calling attention.Under the black halo, the teacher's eyes widened, and a cold arrogance appeared around the bridge of the snow-white nose.She hit a torreya, and two tall niggers jumped at me and dragged me out of the classroom.As you know, it's not easy to drag a big man like me, they tried to lift me up, but still can't get my stomach off the ground - in fact, I curled up in a ball, hanging on their arms, Stretch your legs forward horizontally like a child on a slide.That's it, the feet will still fall to the ground.At this time, I shrank my legs and ran forward, just like a Beijing opera clown performing Wu Dalang-this is quite funny.The other students laughed when they saw it.These students, like me, shaved bald on the top of my head, with only a tuft of hair and a small braid on the back of my head, and only a fig leaf around my waist-they dragged me behind a high wall, spread my limbs, and tied me around. on a hoop.After that I stood in an X shape, facing a desert and a few camels.There was a shadow over me, and as the noon approached, the shadow would get smaller and smaller until it was gone, and the hot sun would shine on me.The wind in the desert will pour sand into my mouth and nose.My teacher will pass by, and maybe she'll bring me a ladleful of water to quench my thirst, but she's unlikely to be so kind.She would bring a jar of honey and brush it on me.After that ants would crawl out of the cracks in the walls and swarm over me - but that's for a later time.Now a camel came up to me and stretched its muzzle towards my fig leaf.I think the camel is also short of salt, it will be interested in this sweaty fig leaf - and another possibility is that it is a female camel... She ate the fig leaf and continued to stare at me with interest, So I was naked facing a female camel.According to the dictionary, the camel is on the peak.So I should write: "I am naked facing a female camel", I lowered my voice and said to it: Go, go!Find a male camel to play with... This story happened during the Ptolemaic Dynasty in Egypt.My teacher was a Greek nobleman—she could even have been Cleopatra herself.As you know, Cleopatra was bitten to death by a poisonous snake.Writing such a story cannot be said to be disrespectful to the teacher.