Chapter 13 Thirteen

13 "After graduating, I often went to see my teacher." This is where the whole book is coming to an end. "I drove a black jeep and sneaked onto campus after dark to find her, when she would be wandering the boulevards in my T-shirt — the hem of it was past her knees, so She doesn't need to wear anything else. But she refused to follow me right away, and asked me to accompany her around the campus. When she met an acquaintance, she simply introduced: My student came to pick me up. Others looked up at me , said: "What a big man! She patted my stomach and said: No way, I'm just big. Some poor-mouthed guys said: Students mess with teachers, you're so bold!" She also patted my stomach and said: But Isn't it, courage is big... Let's turn him over to the school guards. But what she said is not true, I am a coward, and when she scares me, I want to pee. Sometimes she also tells the truth: This child is not She loves to talk, but she is a genius. If someone thinks that the clothes she wears are weird, she will explain: His T-shirt is very cool to wear, and the sleeves can be used as cattail fans. Someone asked, how is the genius bed (actually, really Not so good), she frowned and shouted: "Damn! Don't ask this question!" Then she dragged me away and said: "Let's ignore them—the teacher is always defending me." My manuscript always It's written like this, and it's been written many times.Ordinarily it should be 100% true.In fact, this did not happen.None of the things I wrote about actually happened.

Maybe I should start with what really happened—it occurred to me that seeing me from the teacher's point of view was an interesting idea.The teacher has short black hair and a smooth body.The public bath in our school was rebuilt from the abandoned workshop of the school factory. The original windows were half-built with bricks to block the outside view, and there were lumps of mortar in the cracks between the red bricks.Along the base of the wall was a gutter full of wet hair.There is also a row of thick water pipes connected to the nozzles by the wall, but most of the nozzles are gone, only the curved faucets are left, like the water cranes used to water the locomotives on the old railways.Under the ceilingless roof hang a few mercury bulbs, always on.The circulating water of a factory next door flows through the water pipes, and it also flows continuously.

This bathroom is unguarded, and the sign in front of the door reads: Mondays, three, five women, two, four, six men, inspections on Sundays.There is a loophole in this regulation, that is, there will be a mixture of men and women around midnight at night.Generally speaking, no one will take a shower at 1 am, but I am an exception.I don't like to let others see my body, so I only take a shower when no one is around.Once when I stood under the thick water column, I found a snow-white body in the corner... This happened when I was a freshman, and the teacher hadn't taught us yet—from her point of view, I Covered in a transparent water film, motionless, with a dull expression, as if frozen in an icicle.She smiled at me and said: What a nuisance, you.Then he left.This is where all the stories come from.

Looking at me from the teacher's point of view, there is a column of water frozen on top of my head, and my hair is buckled on my head like a helmet.A layer of water crust formed on my body, and some water jets separated from the protruding parts of my body, which were my ears, the outer side of the brow bone, nose, and chin.From the chin down; until there is no more bulge at the waist.There's a jet of water running down the umbilical cord, like I'm peeing.That thing is somewhat similar to a silkworm that is about to become a chrysalis.Now I'm not afraid to admit that, despite my size and intelligence, I was a child.Until recently, I avoided people when I showered and swam.Although I can scare the girls in the parking lot away now, I can't erase the past.After the teacher said that I hated it, he walked away, with full breasts, firm calves, wearing a pair of light green underwear, and pulling on a pair of plastic sandals.She put the green silk shirt on her arms without wearing it, probably because she felt that she didn't need to cover herself in front of me.At this time, in the bathroom, countless water jets were rushing.I stood in the water column, very unhappy.Children are not angry, only unhappy.That's the reason for this story.This thing is true, but I didn't write it.

For many years, I lived in the shadow of my teacher.The teacher was as mentioned, she once frightened exhibitionists with a baguette, and she bumped into me in the bathroom—but nothing happened between us.But I've been writing about her: I'm a little lost on whether it's a real novel or not.Maybe, I can write something else.For example, write about myself.My story is this: after college they put me to work at the State Patent Office: as everyone knows, that's where Einstein came up with the theory of relativity, but I didn't come up with anything there.Then they sent me to national labs, various research institutes, and finally got me to teach at universities.I have stayed in all the places where genius physicists have been, and I can't think of anything anywhere-it turns out that although I can do all kinds of topics, I am not a genius physicist; After leaving the podium, I was in a daze.In the end, they left me alone and left me to fend for myself.I have done various things: pull the car door at the entrance of a restaurant, work as a waiter in a high-end hotel-the weirdest job is in a fun palace called Fengdu City: pretend to be a ghost to scare people.No matter what he did, he didn't leave his own house. He had to rent a farmer's house or live in a collective dormitory.I snore when I sleep, and when I live in a dormitory, as soon as I fall asleep, they squeeze toothpaste into my mouth, although it is too early to brush my teeth at two o'clock at night.In the end, I had to come to the company to work.As soon as the company heard that I was being bullied everywhere in the outside world—a sign of my purity of heart—the company hired me immediately.My colleagues all admired my experience and exclaimed: You can find something to do outside!But it's not because I understand the truth and practice human feelings - if I really have these skills, I won't join the company.I can only get these jobs because I'm big.

When I was in charge of the guillotine in Fengdu City, someone pushed the lady who came to play under the guillotine, and I went down with the guillotine—of course the guillotine blade is fake—it’s not only fake, it doesn’t exist at all, it’s just an imbecility laser.Some young ladies fainted from fright at this moment, and some even went so far as to need to change their underwear quickly.Others just screamed, got up, flexed their necks, and reached out to touch me.I quickly jumped away and said: Don't touch it—stain it with your hands—it's all gray and gray.Whether it's being stunned or screaming, I like the guillotine trick.In the next scene, it's me again, brandishing a steel fork, to herd them into a frying pan: a pot of bubbling syrup.It looks scary, but it’s actually only thirty degrees—the bubbles are all air.This syrup bath is comforting: that's how I mobilize them to jump, but no one listens.The ladies had already had experience at this time, so they were not so afraid. They hid in various places, jumped up and down, not only dodging the steel fork in my hand, but also dodging the big straight penis on my waist.But there are also some pungent ladies who just stretched out their hands to pull out this thing. At this time, I had to jump into the frying pan to avoid it—it was made of foam plastic, and after pulling out the fake one, the real one was exposed.Now that I jumped out of the frying pan, I am no longer an evil ghost in Fengdu City, but a suffering ghost.So the boss wants to deduct my wages, the reason is: I invite you to drive others out of the oil pan, not to let you into the oil pan... As an employee, I always do my best, but I often forget that people invite me what to do.As a man, I'm a virgin...that's all it is.The conclusion: I myself have nothing to write about.