Chapter 12 twelve

12 Before I woke up this morning, I was once again in the Egyptian desert, crucified like a bat nailed to a wall.Actually, bats are more comfortable than me.It often hangs from its own wings, and my arms are not wings, and I'm used to walking on my legs.Pulling horizontally in the air like this, it’s okay for a while, but it’s unbearable after a long time.I was placed in the air like an upside-down violin. The body of the violin was a chest supported by ribs-the chest wall was stretched so thin that light could pass through.As for the neck, it's the straight thing.All other parts are gone.I just hung high above the ground, unable to breathe, and slowly suffocated to death.At this moment someone called me from below: she was Cleopatra, wrapped in a white robe, asking me how I felt.I swallowed violently, moistened my throat, and told her to put me down, or climb up and slit my throat.I think there will always be one of these two things that she is willing to do.Who knows she flatly replied: I do not.You often tease me.This time I see clearly: she is not Cleopatra, but "K".I said: How could I... You are my boss, I can't respect you enough.She said: Don't quibble, you often write some messy stories to me-what do you mean?The matter has come to this point, and it is useless to argue.I admitted: Well, I teased you - put me down.She said: It's not that cheap.You're not just flirting, you don't love me - what else can you say?I have nothing to say.After being silent for a while, I suddenly roared... and just woke up.I lost the opportunity to argue clearly with "Ke" in my dream: Don't think that you are being molested, I am in charge of seven people, and they molested me every day... Tell me, do they all love me? !This scenario is written on paper, not like a real novel.It's a game article.It's not a crime for me to be bored in the office all day, playing games.It's much better than talking to each other very openly.

"Brown" told me last night that she was going to write the real novel, which is to say that no one asked her to write it but herself—as Aristotle said, there is always a lie. A thousand reasons, truth for no reason—and she brought up Aristotle, as if I couldn't understand human speech.I also know that lies are more subtle than truths.And this sentence is the most straightforward sentence I have ever heard.As you know, there are sometimes very explicit things that are said between men and women, and that's said in the bedroom, in bed.I really don't know who would say: "I want to write a real novel"!My novels are just like what I'm writing.Although it has been written many times, I don't know where it is not "true".

But the words "Brown" said were like iodine poured into my head, causing Brown's excruciating pain.After I got to work, I started writing in a serious way, which definitely helped the novel become "real".I think this passage must be the real novel: "That night, I held the teacher until dawn, smelling her feminine scent-I think she is a mature force. As for me, I feel that I am a little Children. There is no reason for this idea. As you know, I have just started puberty now, and I have acne bumps on the corners of my mouth. I was a younger child. There is a fog on the campus at night, and this white fog has a pungent smell. Breath. We hugged like this, at a loss...Suddenly, the teacher said to me: Why don't you just marry me--I was terrified when I heard that. Marriage means that there is often a gap between two adult forces. The copulation held is far beyond my ability; but the teacher asked me to marry her, can I not marry her...but I can't do it. Fortunately, she immediately said: Don't be afraid, I will scare you. Since it is to scare me, I will Don’t be afraid anymore.” Regarding the copulation between adult powers, I came up with this idea: I am the head of the room now, and I have to attend the meeting above, sitting in the back row of the meeting place, holding a small book in my hand, and pretending to be serious keep in mind.When the leaders of the company talk excitedly, it is inevitable that they will talk nonsense: We are doing cultural work, we must know how to work and how to live!When I go home tonight, those who are married will have to live as a married couple... Enliven the atmosphere, which is also good for writing.As you know, I don't have a family.Go back to the room and happily convey down.Those who have become family members look embarrassed.At 9:30 in the evening, those grown-up powers took a shower, took off their pajamas, exposed their bloated bodies, and began to have sex with each other.I called at this moment: Old Zhang?Don't forget what the company told you today.An exasperated voice came from the microphone: I know!Doing - fuck your mother... and then hung up.I sit at home happily ticking off my time sheet to report back the next day, that's what copulation of adult power is all about.Coitus between me and my teacher was not the kind of copulation between grown-up forces.How it's supposed to be, I haven't figured it out yet - I'm so sleepy.

It suddenly occurred to me: In the previous ten drafts, there was no mention of the teacher asking me to marry her—probably because I missed it before.It may not be possible to add it now: "gram" or other bosses will pick it out, circle it with a red pen, and write a sentence "out of life".What is life and what is not, I don't count: that is to say, I don't know what life is.I shook my head and erased the words that the teacher asked me to marry her. Regarding the married life, there are still some details that need to be added: After hearing the spirit of the meeting I conveyed, people in our room went home worried.Showing an ambiguous smile on the dinner table at night, he said furtively: My dear, today the company told me to live... After hearing this sentence, the most gentle and considerate wife on weekdays will immediately change her face, pick up the iron and go to bed. You hit the head.The next morning, seeing the blood-stained bandages, I knew this life was over.Of course, there are also bandages. I have to ask this kind of people.For example, ask about the most beautiful flower.She frowned, sat there with a bitter face, and ignored my question (whether she lived a life), and had to ask it several times before she was willing to answer: No!I continued with a smile on my face: Can I ask why I didn't pass?She replied viciously: He can't!I happily noted on the attendance sheet that she did not have a married life because her husband was not good enough.Whenever there is such a spirit above, I am very happy.

The Roman poet Virgil has a poem: It is very pleasant to stay at home on a rainy day and watch others running on the street.Therefore, the teacher asked me to marry her, of course I refused.If the school arranges to live a married life, I will not be comfortable, and I will definitely say "no". I went on to write: "I am obedient to my teacher, because she always makes me happy. Of course, sometimes she also scares me. When I was thinking hard on the bench, she shouted into my ear: Will think Damn you! I looked up at her face and whispered: I won't. She said: Why wouldn't you? I said: Because you won't let me die. She froze for a moment and straightened up on my lap Let me tell you: Brat, you are right. Then, she put the breasts behind the silk shirt on my face, and I rubbed them with my nose. The mercury lamps in the campus are pale, making people who pass by on the road look like Like some lonely ghost, but behind the silk shirt, the teacher's breasts are very tender-you know, at school I was regarded as the Loch Ness monster, and I was very isolated. If she would not let me close, I would really want to died."

Because this novel has been written so many times, this time I want to talk about my sex experience with my teacher in a few words: "At that time, the teacher lay on the bed and looked at my thing carefully. After seeing it upside down, she She said: Year after year, why don’t we grow at all? Later, she sniffed me again, from crotch to armpit, and came to the conclusion: we are still not manly. I didn’t say anything, but I hated it to death. After reading and sniffing, the teacher stepped on me. At this time, I turned my head to look at my left armpit—this armpit is huge, with bumps everywhere, and No hair, like a long-used aluminum water spoon. Then I looked at the right armpit. It was not until the teacher came to pat my face and asked me: What's wrong with you? I replied: Nothing; and then continued to look at the armpit. Aluminum stuff gets dull when soaked in water for a long time, and there are tiny black spots on the surface. My armpits are the same. Lying between these two armpits, it looks like two aluminum buckles on the temples Spoon - I just lay there."

"If you look at me from the teacher's point of view, you will see a big face with a high nose bridge, high cheekbones, and high eyebrow ridges. I don't have any expression all day long-I know what I look like. The teacher sent me I went to the hospital to see a doctor, because I always don’t smile, I seem to have facial muscle paralysis. After examination, the doctor found that I don’t have this kind of problem, and just said: This child is really ugly. This made the teacher very happy , I often yelled at me out of the blue: How ugly! When I lay still while making love, it was like watching a flooded river from the sky, and the white light of the river was everywhere; her body was straddling the river. My dick was small at the time, but hard enough and straight enough to ejaculate like an adult. At that point, she licked her tongue and leaned over and told me, hot and hot. Because I can still warm up this, she is still satisfied..." These paragraphs are completely different from what was written before, and they will probably be typed back and rewritten, and then they will be changed back to the original.I know how to write well and how to fail.

But I don't know much about life.Regarding sexual experience, it is necessary to add a few words here: as you know, this kind of thing was not allowed to be written before.If I wrote it, the relevant paragraphs would be shot down, and a sentence would be added: Break away from life.Now not only is it allowed to write, but every novel about love must have some, just not too much.That is to say, non-excessive descriptions of sex have become life itself.Since this change has taken place, these passages in my novel have become more and more concise.Those who have married say: Marital life also tends to become more and more simple.At first they called it intravenous injection, then it was changed to intramuscular injection, and now it is called subcutaneous injection.That is to say, the deeper the piercing, the shallower it becomes.In the end, it must not even be an injection, just touch it twice and forget it.By the end of my novel, it must be not even hot.