Chapter 8 Eight

8 In winter, once the teacher came to class with her batik bag.Something sticking out of the bag was a French-style baguette.Before class, she took the loaf out of her bag and put it on the podium.Our campus is very large, and it is a place where exhibitionism haunts. Teachers have encountered it, and female students have also encountered it.The frightened female students always cried bitterly, with a look of reluctance.If the scary guy is caught, it's easy: we beat him when she cries.After beating him to a bloody mess, she couldn't bear to cry anymore.The problem was that no one was caught--so they were always sticking around with the teacher.The teacher is our class teacher and has the responsibility to comfort the frightened.Before the lecture, she was going to comfort those who were frightened, and she bent over with a smile before she opened her mouth: it turned out that she encountered that exhibitionist again last night.The guy lifted the hem of his raincoat and shone a flashlight on his big cock.The teacher also took out a pocket flashlight and illuminated the stick bread... As a result, the exhibitionist was frightened and ran away with a scream.After talking about this, the teacher went on to her thermodynamics class.But the people who attended the lecture were out of their minds, always looking at the stick bread.Half of that thing was sticking out of the podium, with a golden luster.After class, she walked away and left the bread there.When the students left the classroom, they carefully avoided what it pointed at.I was the last one to leave the classroom. Before I left, I looked at it for a while, and found its appearance very exciting, especially the round head... Then, this loaf of bread was abandoned on the podium, where it was dried up bit by bit.I wrote this incident into my novel, but it was always shot by "gram" and criticized in red pen: get out of life.Under the red fork, she drew a line under the "stick bread" with a green pen, and commented: I see.What did she know?Why I write about this exhibitionism and this baguette, I don't even know myself.

At night, the office is brown. "Brown" wears a brown suit.The dim light from the beige glass lampshade overhead melted into the humid air, surrounded by black office furniture.The walls are wooden wainscoting.I don't know what time it is now.I reach into the drawer and pull out a pack of cigarettes - I haven't smoked in years, and the pack has been sitting in the drawer for years, so it's moldy and bitter and astringent, but that's what I needs.The light in the office is dim, like a tropical pond - the stems and leaves of aquatic plants rot and dissolve in the water, and the water becomes dark because of this - this kind of water is called colloidal solution in chemistry - I am soaking in it now in colloidal solution.I was about to take a nap when she suddenly spoke. "Brown" first offered to look at my foot and see how it was being stepped on.This is something that has never happened before: before they just stepped on it, no matter what.First, the heavy shoelaces are undone, and then the foot is exposed: the top is full of veins, and the big toe is the size of a large bar of soap.It wears size 58 shoes. This kind of shoes must be made to order in a shoe factory, and at least two dozen must be bought each time, otherwise the shoe factory will not make it.All in all, this foot is still worth seeing. It is exactly the two extremes of the feet of women with small feet in the old days.If I grow a pair of three-inch golden lotus, I will not be able to walk, and I will burrow into the soil by myself when standing on the soft ground.A woman with small feet can't walk with these big feet, it will stumble left and right-but the "brown" has no heart to look at it, and he has no heart to listen to my explanation.she began to cry.Well why is she crying?Even if you want a higher salary, there is no need to cry.I feel like I've put on a new shirt, the starched collar chafing my neck, and the cramped shoes.Don't think I can figure out all the mysteries.There are some riddles I can't figure out, and others I don't want to solve at all.But now it's in the company.I will answer all questions and solve all mysteries.

Walk through the night fog, onto the parking lot, and head home.After a long day at work, no one wants to go home, despite the possibility of being robbed on the way home - not long ago, after get off work, "Brown" and I were walking in the parking lot, walking where there were street lights, but Still encountered a large group of robbers.They were all dressed in black leather, with sharp knives in their hands, and surrounded me all at once.People often rob the parking lot, but rarely see them coming in groups.This method of robbery is quite ancient, but it has no economic benefits-it doesn't need so many people.How many times have I been robbed, this time is the most lively, which makes me very excited and wants to join in the fun.Before they could speak, I raised my hands and said in a thunderous low voice: Please don't hurt me, I surrender!I can only see it when I take off my clothes. My chest is like a wooden barrel filled with powerful lungs.The little robbers couldn't help covering their ears; then they all said in one go: "It's so noisy—there's buzzing in the ears—uncle, you are a bass singer, right?"It turned out that this was a group of girls who for some reason refused to learn how to do well and started to rob.One of them pointed at my little lifeblood with the tip of a knife, and said sharply, "Uncle, take off your pants!"We want your panties.The smell of perfume around me was so choking that I couldn't even breathe.It's so fresh, and there is such a thing as Jie... This time the story is very real.It's nothing short of real.Being cornered with a knife is undoubtedly a way of life.I looked around with a wry smile and said: Ladies, you are mistaken, my panties are of no use to you - none of you can wear them.Unless two people wear a pair of underwear - I don't think you are poor enough for that.You should rob that lady's panties.As a result, the tip of the knife pierced me, and the girl who poked me said: Stop talking nonsense, take off quickly; you will die if you are too late-as if I am very afraid of dying.The other girls tried to persuade me: We made a bet with others to rob a pair of men's underwear.If you rob a small pair of underpants, others will blame you, but others have nothing to say about your underpants—take them off quickly, we will not hurt you.I was very moved by this statement: My underwear is nothing to talk about - I still have this kind of use.I looked around and saw the little spiky faces on the shiny leather jackets and the fine-grained acne bumps.

They were all very excited, and I was very excited, and I was about to say: girls, turn around, I'll take it off for you in a moment... I also want to know what they bet.But at this moment, they recognized me and said: You are the guy who wrote "Teacher-Student Love"!The writing is getting worse and worse - and you are really poor looking.Shabby is shabby, what can I say is really shabby.I feel a little pain in my head.A headache is a precursor to anger.Don't mention my book unless you want to annoy me. In the parking lot, all the street lights shine through from behind the leaves, mixed in the thick fog, and the night is gentle.Whether it's in the parking lot or in the desert, it's the best part of the day.In the parking lot, I was surrounded by a group of bad girls, and in the desert, I was tied to a cross with my back against a tarred square log and facing a handful of erratic campfires.On the half-dried dung pile, the flame flickered for a while and then went out, leaving a puff of white smoke and flickering charcoal fire.Not a single star could be seen in the sky, and the wind in the desert became bitter.That smoke often floats to my face, like a handful of salt, making me cry.Because there is no way to dry the tears, it's like crying.In fact, I didn't cry, I only had tears in one eye, because only one was smoked.Most people cry with tears in their eyes, unless he is a one-eyed dragon.

At this moment, I turned my head and looked at the teacher—she was standing beside me, a gray shadow in the dark night.She put her hand on my bare leg, pinched my skin with her pointed fingers, and said: You must remember that the future world is silver... This is something in the desert.In the parking lot, the inside of my thigh was stabbed so badly that the point of the knife had dug deep into the flesh—at the same time, there was a stabbing pain in one place in my head.The little girl with the knife is really necrotic.Another little girl was better, she took a pen and stuffed it into my hand, and said: Teacher, please sign the underpants later.We are students in the Chinese Department of the university, and your novel is our model.I often sign some idiots, but they are always on the title page, and this is the first time I have signed on the pants.But this thing is giving me even more headaches.I sighed and said: Well, you asked me to take it off; I took off my pants.The girls looked down, screamed in fright, and turned back; the reason was that my sexual organs had become erect due to the fright, leaving long black shadows in the light of the street lamps—the appearance was very frightening.I couldn't help laughing when it happened--if I hadn't laughed, I probably wouldn't have scared them away: it sounded like a troop of growling old bears coming at them.Under the streetlights in the parking lot, it's a bit out of character to have your pants up, a big cock sticking out, surrounded by fleeing ladies.But it's not my fault, who let them rob me.

After the ladies fled, a wallpaper knife with a plastic case fell to the ground, with the point of the knife pointing down, bouncing gently on the ground.I stooped to pick it up, felt its blade—it was dying enough to kill me.I put it in my pocket and look back at "brown".The woman stood in the distance, squinting her eyes and looking at me.Blind as a bat, she had to be led across the parking lot every time she was late from get off work, or she would bump and smash her face.When people tell jokes in her ear at work, she always has no response.So she's deaf again, at least in the office.She probably didn't see or hear anything.So much the better.I calmed down my stubbornness, laced up my pants, and led her out of the parking lot—without saying a word.But I noticed that the night was soft in the parking lot... that night, in my sleep, I was hung on a cross, facing smoldering camel dung.The whole desert is like a one-eyed ghost hiding in the night.The teacher whispered in my ear, but I didn't remember a word of what he said.She put her hand into the veil under my crotch, and that hand was like a knife's edge, bringing cruel stimulation.It was this brutal thrill that brought me back to the Silver Age.