Chapter 5 5

5 Now it can be said that my brother-in-law was sued for painting, and suffered a wrongful lawsuit.Because no one understood his paintings, he was classified as unpredictable.A poet in the former Qing Dynasty wrote: "Qingfeng is illiterate, why flip through books randomly", which made people feel unpredictable, so he was taken to the execution ground and killed to pieces.In the last century, a writer Milan Kundera said: When humans think, God laughs.This God is unpredictable.When I quoted Kundera's words, the leader heard him, and he said: God must be criticized.He later said that he thought I was talking about a man named Shang.All in all, my uncle's crime is unpredictable. If he is not unpredictable, he will be fine.

In the alkali field, my aunt held my uncle tightly because of my uncle's ulterior motives.She told me that she first met my uncle in her math class.My uncle started losing his hair after his IQ was tested, and he hasn't found any way to get out of here sooner, because of these two things, he is in a bad mood, the hair on the back of his head is straight, like a porcupine .When he was in class, he opened his eyes wide and gritted his teeth. He often bit off the pencil in one bite, and then ate half of the pencil like a candy stick. up.He was given seven pencils in one class, and he ate them all.Seeing his appearance, the little aunt felt a little intrusive, so she reminded him from time to time: "Prisoner Wang, I didn't revoke your license. Why are you staring at me like that?"My uncle woke up like a dream, stood up and replied: I'm sorry, discipline.You are beautiful.I love you.He added the last sentence casually. This person is used to poor talk, and he can't change it even after entering the training hall.I told my aunt: She is very beautiful.She said: Yes, yes.Then he laughed again: I'm pretty, so it's not his turn to talk about it!She later said that although she was young, she was already old.In the training center, if the students said that the teacher was beautiful, they must have no good intentions.As for him saying he loves her, it's time to hit her.I have never seen my little aunt beat my uncle with my own hands. Judging from the expressions of the two of them, they probably did.

The little aunt also said that in the training center, some boring students often chatted to her.She beat them up for those words.But my uncle is different from them, he has a fate with her.The proof of fate is my uncle's paintings. After seeing those paintings, she felt unpredictable, and then became sexually aroused.At this time, our family of three: uncle, nephew and aunt were all on the alkali beach.My little aunt was sunbathing on a piece of plastic sheeting, and my uncle was neatly dressed, sleeping on the ground like a dead body, with his eyes fixed on his nose.My aunt's naked body is beautiful, but I dare not look at it, for fear that my uncle will be jealous.My uncle looked terrible. I wanted to comfort him a few words, but I didn't dare, for fear that my aunt would say that we colluded.I put myself in such a situation, and it is strange to think about it.

The little aunt also said that she likes my uncle's paintings.Some of these painting workshops were transferred from the Lijiakou Police Station.Put it there to take up space, and the institute will throw it into the garbage dump.The little aunt took it all down and put it in the dormitory, and took it out to read when no one was around.It was no accident that my uncle entered the alkali field and my aunt came to escort him.As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about you.My uncle has long been missed by my aunt.This is my conclusion, and my aunt's conclusion is different.She said: We are the matchmaker of Apollo, the god of art.Speaking of which, she gave her uncle a twist and asked: Apollo is the god of art, right?The uncle responded, "I don't know who it is."With a deep voice, it sounded like my dead cousin came back to life.

I often go to the alkali field, and every time I have to tell my little aunt that my uncle loves her.After the little aunt heard this, her eyes would turn golden yellow, and she said in response: "He loves me, that's very good!"And laugh wildly.It made me wonder if she really felt good about it.I really feel like I shouldn't laugh like I'm out of breath.For another woman, it doesn't matter if it feels good or not.My uncle's lifeblood is held in my aunt's hands, so she must feel good.So I put it another way: If my uncle didn't really love you, how would you feel?The little aunt said: Doesn't he really love me?Which is also very good!Then he laughed again.It sounded like I was grinning.We are in a dilemma on this issue, so we should try other ways.

I went to see my uncle that time and brought various newspaper clippings with me—the Japanese transported his paintings to Paris for an exhibition, which caused a great sensation.This art exhibition is called "2010──W2", and the author's identity was not revealed, which is one of the reasons for the sensation.All the newspapers agreed that the visual effects of these paintings are astonishing, but few people say that they are great works.At the entrance of the exhibition, there is a painting that looks like a mad donkey. People with sound balance organs will feel dizzy if they look at it for five seconds. It happens that an audience has Meniere's syndrome. Spinning to the right, at the same time, he toppled to the left, unable to hold up with jacks.Later, I had to show him another painting that looked like a crazy horse. He felt that the world was rotating to the left again, but he stood upright.Then he turned back and went home, only dared to drink some ice water and ate nothing for three whole days.There was a painting in the middle of the hall, and everyone felt a "buzz" when they saw it, and the blood all over their bodies rushed to their heads.No matter men, women, young or old, everyone's hair will stand on end. It doesn't matter if the man is combed, and those blond beauties with long hair and shoulders will immediately become like clowns with pointed hats.At the same time, the eyes of the audience turned up, three sides were white, and a person with arteriosclerosis immediately suffered a stroke.There is another painting that makes people feel that their internal organs are falling down. The tall and straight young man is hunched over, and the patient with hernia has fallen like a warm water bag in his crotch.There are various speculations about the author called "W2", but some religious leaders have judged him to be a blasphemer, an accomplice of the devil, and ordered his death.They killed some Williams, Williams, Webb, Willis, and now they are killing people who can draw in the World Health Organization (WHO), and they killed West Point to change its name, but no one has thought of killing Wang Chinese.We have 100 million people surnamed Wang, which is equivalent to a big country, so forgive them and they can't afford to offend them.I showed these clippings to my aunt to prove that my uncle is a great artist and let her treat him well.The little aunt said: Great!great!Can not greatness be committed in my hands?Later, when I was about to leave, my brother-in-law kicked me.He used this method to inform me that it would not do him any good to proclaim his greatness to my little aunt.This is the last time he kicked me, after that he will be sick and unable to kick me anymore.

When I was obsessed with thinking about how to save my uncle, he was getting more and more emaciated in the alkali field, and he became sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked.My aunt was also very anxious, and asked me to bring some canned food from the city, and specially specified five kilograms of luncheon meat. I put it in a plastic net bag and hung it around my neck, one on each side, looking silly.Sitting in the traffic car going to the alkali plant, some people said that I was Zhu Bajie with a knife in his waist and a sloppy soldier.This kind of canned food is used in restaurants. It is cut into small pieces to serve with cold dishes. If you eat it in large pieces, it will be difficult to swallow because it is very greasy.While my aunt was opening a can of food in the tent, my uncle lay on the side and began to retch.Then she scooped up a piece, stuffed it into my uncle's mouth, immediately threw the spoon away, pressed his mouth with one hand, pinched his neck with the other hand, stared into his eyes and said: One, two, three!swallow!After stuffing my uncle, my aunt was sweating profusely. While wiping her hands, she said to me: "Boy, go and find out where there is a machine selling duck stuffing."At this time, my uncle's lips were pinched and swollen, and he was really like a duck. He didn't eat well in the alkali field, and his mood was depressed. My uncle suffered from impotence.But the little aunt has her own way.

These anecdotes of my uncle were told by himself shyly, but my little aunt also added a lot: when lying on the alkali beach, his words fell limply, like a steamed little taro.You must shout to it: stand at attention!It will stand up, like a marmot on the prairie, stretching its head to look around.Of course, you will not shout, unless you are a little aunt.This thing listens to commands very well. Not only can it stand at attention and take a rest, but it can also turn left and right, walk in unison, and so on.My uncle has a problem with responding to commands. He doesn't distinguish between left and right. If you tell him to turn left, he will turn right;And it has none of these problems.The little aunt laughed when she talked about it, saying that it had a higher IQ than my uncle.If my uncle's IQ is 50, it will have 150, which is three times that of my uncle.As a genital, this figure is really commendable.The little aunt taught it math, but it hasn't learned it yet. Up to now, it only knows to listen to one plus one point or two, but the little aunt is very confident in its math ability.She was determined to teach it calculus.She has been teaching my uncle this knowledge, but he has not learned it.She also described in detail how the thing staggered up after the order to stand at attention, changed from a question mark to an exclamation mark, and changed from gray to bright red, like an apple grown in the United States.As a woman, she said, seeing the sight was shocking.But I thought men would be horrified to see such a sight.

The little aunt also said: After all, he is an artist, even the guy is different-other men must not have this ability.My uncle blushed when he heard this, and said: Report to discipline!Please don't humiliate me!A soldier can be killed but not humiliated!But the little aunt shrugged and said lightly: Don't talk nonsense!Why should I kill you?Come on, give me a kiss.After that, the uncle had no choice but to put away his anger and kiss the aunt.When the kiss was over, he forgot about his humiliation.In my opinion, my uncle no longer has the vigor of the past, and has become a bit cheeky, at least in front of my aunt.It is said that if the little aunt yells at the uncle and stands at attention!My uncle always asks stupidly: Who stands at attention?The little aunt said: Take it easy!My uncle also wants to ask who is taking a break.In the tent, the little aunt would say in a low voice: Comrade, you are going the wrong way... My uncle would be taken aback for a moment and ask back: Are you talking about me?Did I make any mistake?The little aunt scolded, people talk, dogs talk!Sometimes when she talks to my uncle, he ignores her and needs a slap on the face to react: I'm sorry, discipline!Didn't know you were talking to me.What's annoying is that both my uncle and his thing are called Wang Er.The little aunt also felt a little confused, so she said: You two are really trying to piss me off.As time went by, my uncle didn't know how many he was.

My uncle and my little aunt got into a stalemate in the alkali field. At that time, I thought there were two reasons: one was that my little aunt didn't know art; so she knew how to make fun of artists.If I knew what art was and could explain it clearly to her in a few words, she would let my uncle out.But I don't have the ability.So my uncle can't come out either. When I first went to college, I was always thinking about what is the true meaning of art, and when I was thinking about it, I forgot the east, west, south, north, and south, so someone saw me circling in circles on the playground, and he counted the circles for me on the side. I had no choice but to go away; thinking about it, I forgot about the sunrise and sunset, so someone saw me sitting on the roof smoking in the middle of the night and throwing down the cigarette butts one by one; the incredible thing about this Because I have a fear of heights.Because of this, some girls fell in love with me and said I was like Wittgenstein, but I always said: what is Wittgenstein.After hearing this, they loved me even more.But I was too busy trying to figure it out, and I didn't fall in love with a single girl. I let them fly away from me one by one. Now I think about it, but I regret it, because among them, some are very smart, some are very beautiful; Some are both smart and beautiful, which is even more rare.The so-called true meaning of art is why people paint, write poems, and write novels.I want to be an artist, so I have to think about it beforehand.Unfortunately, even today I haven't figured it out.

Now I still miss the time when I was a freshman in college. At that time, I was writing a physics thesis; I was still preparing to apply for a graduate student in the history department; I visited my uncle from time to time; I kept thinking about the true meaning of art; Seminars; I also sneaked in to pursue a fair-skinned girl in the Department of Biology.In midsummer, she tied her long hair into a ponytail, wore a white T-shirt and a pair of culottes with vertical stripes, and there were always some fine beads of sweat on her neck and behind her ears.I met her on campus and invited her to sit in the pine forest.By the time she carefully spread the handkerchief on the dried pine needles, sat on it, took off the leather sandals on her feet, and put the short stockings on her feet on both sides, I was already absent-minded and needed to be reminded before I could start smearing on her neckline. Look for that sour smell of sweat on your skin. It is said that my nose is warm in winter and cool in summer, which is very cute; so she has no objection to pulling up my ponytail and letting me sniff the soft hair at the back of my nape.Smelling from this direction, the whole girl is like a piece of cheese.It's a pity that I often remember that I have other things to do, so I hurriedly put my nose away and leave.I remember one time, I smelled a heavy hemispherical smell under her breasts, and before I could distinguish it carefully, I suddenly thought of rushing to see my uncle's traffic car; just like that, I went away.The next time I saw her, she looked like she was about to cry, and splashed my face with the thing she was holding.Those things are half fried garlic sprouts, half stewed tofu, and two taels of rice.The garlic sprouts were overcooked and became limp.There is spoiled five-spice powder in the tofu, which is a bit bitter.As for the rice, it is steamed in stainless steel trays and cut into squares.I am most against cooking rice like this.After this incident, I thought she had a bad temper and other shortcomings, and I didn't miss her anymore; it just happened to me that she might still miss me. On the alkali beach, when I wanted to rescue my uncle, I suddenly thought that the true meaning of art is unpredictable.But the answer is about the same as no.No one in the world knows what "unpredictable" is, if anyone knows, it is not unpredictable. Another reason my uncle got stuck in the lye field was that he was not good at love.If he is good at this, he can let his little aunt release him.Love seems to me to be a competitive sport; someone can run a hundred meters in ten seconds, and someone needs twenty seconds to run a hundred meters.Some of the people who entered the training school at the same time as my uncle had already come out, walking around the streets with the former teacher of the training school on their shoulders; it seemed that they were better at this than my uncle.The trick in competitive sports is practice.I started practicing this, not to save my uncle, but to save myself in the future. Recently, I met a woman at a class reunion who said she remembered me and wrote a poetic description of those memories.First of all, she remembered the wind at the beginning of the century, which was mixed with a lot of loess.Under the loess, the leaves are extra green.Between the loess and the green leaves, there is a boy, wrapped in a gray corduroy, walking sickly across the playground - this person is probably me - I have never been sick in college, I don't know why she said I was sick.But judging from the situation she described, that was before I went to the alkali field. This woman is a colleague of ours, now living overseas; it smells like an open bottle of glacial acetic acid, a sour bomb.In her poetic recollection, those days when the sky was filled with yellow sand, the most memorable ones are those green leaves; these leaves are a symbol of sex.Then she talked about a small room, a window.This window is associated with an expression—this expression is 2x2, indicating that there are four panes of glass on this window, and it is square—covered by a cloth with a black and red pattern, and the wind blows the pattern The cloth drum became a big bag.Beneath the air bag was a narrow crumpled bed; it was covered with a sheet of blue batik cloth.She herself lay naked on the sheet, stretching herself as far as she could, in other words, keeping her head as far from her toes as possible; so her belly sank down to the top of the sheet.At this time, on her legs, there was a gray luster.Amidst this grotesque spectacle was a smell, tinged with alkaline fishiness; in other words, the smell of fresh semen.I'm really surprised if this smell has anything to do with me.But that house was my dormitory when I was a sophomore, and I was the only one living in it.As for what I did in it, I don't remember at all.The woman had heavy eyeliner, dyed her hair a nasty yellow, and weighed about three hundred pounds now.It was hard to relate her to any girl I'd ever known in the past.But people know both my room and my smell, and I can't deny that.She also said that I was silent at the time, my face was tense, as if I was preoccupied—suddenly, my semen spurted wildly, and it was so hot that I felt like I had peed.Because I was such an absent-minded diaper, she was missing me all the time.But I don't remember being so in love with peeing on the bed; moreover, if this is love, I must deny it. In school, for a while I chose courses like crazy, and I took twenty courses in a semester.I couldn't listen to so many classes, so I asked my classmates to bring a walkie-talkie, and sat in the dormitory by myself, listening with different headphones.My room was like a telephone switchboard, and I was pale as hell.The teachers in the department suspected that I was taking heroin and arrested me for a blood test.After knowing that I am not addicted to drugs, he advised me: Why rush to graduate?The important thing is to be a good student.But I was busy going around to take the exam, and then I was busy going around to make up the exam.I made it to the last medical Latin, the professor looked at me like a dead person, and let me pass without even asking.Then I fell down and went to the school hospital.The reason why I am so crazy is because when I think of my uncle's situation, I feel like a thousand claws are scratching my heart, and everything is in chaos. During the winter vacation, I heard that a girl in the chemistry department had taken 21 courses, one more than me.I fell in love with her because of this, and waited for her at the door of the girls' dormitory every day, holding a bouquet of flowers in my hand.This is a small quadruple with extremely deep prescription glasses, and behind the lenses, the eyes are huge, and there are two Archimedean spirals spiraling around them.She was pale and thin, with hands like bird's claws, and a little hunchback.I found out later that her breasts were just a pair of nipples pressed against the chest wall, and they didn't seem to be as big as mine; her shoulders were as thin as I was when I was thirteen.All in all, from the navel up and down to the knees, she was quite a boy, with a pedantic interest in things between men and women, always asking: Why is that so?I told her: I love her, and I never want to love anyone else in my life.She adjusted her glasses and said: Why do you love me?Why don't you want to love others in this life?I was speechless and just proposed to have sex to prove it.But as she said afterward, sex wasn't going to solve the problem.If I really love her, it should be for no reason.But things for no reason always make people suspicious.From this, a conclusion can be drawn that no matter who says they love her, it is suspicious.After she said this, I felt that I didn't love her.She listened to Fu Fu glasses and said: Why don't you love me again?I immediately fell in love with her again without thinking about it.The relationship between me and her is like this.After another semester, she suddenly began to grow, and she was equipped with contact lenses, and she became a beautiful beauty, and she became very stupid.At this time she had many suitors, and I lost interest in her. 6 That time, I basked in the sun with my uncle and aunt at the alkali stall until it was getting dark.When it was getting late, the little aunt stood up and looked around.The setting sun shone on her body, red and white, she looked like a goddess.If it is described in detail, it should be said that her shoulders reflect light like a mirror, leaving the shadow of her breasts on her chest.On the flat stomach, there was a fluff, like a squirrel's tail--I suspect that being a nephew is a wrong description of my aunt--then she bent down to put on her pants, and it was time for me to go back to school.This is the only time I saw my little aunt naked, and I will never have the chance again.If I had known this earlier, I should have taken a closer look. After talking about my aunt, I should talk about my uncle.My brother-in-law's case was later cleared, the court declared him innocent, and the workshop declared him a good student.The Oil Painting Association resumed his membership, reissued his license, and wanted to elect him as a director of the Artists Association.Unexpectedly, my uncle didn't want to get a license, and he didn't want to join the Oil Association.So the relevant department decided to expel my brother-in-law and revoke his painter's license on the charge of being shameless.But my aunt disagreed with them doing this, and wanted to file a lawsuit with them. The reason was that since my uncle had not re-entered the Artists Association and had not gone to obtain a license, how could it be considered expulsion or revocation.But my aunt lost the case.The court ruled that the Oil Painting Association, as the authority of the art world, can expel everyone from membership and revoke everyone's painter's license, regardless of whether he is a member or a painter.After the verdict, the Artists Association held a meeting and solemnly dismissed my aunt.From then on, she could still write, but it was against the law to draw.Now my uncle has no license, and neither does my aunt.But my uncle continued to paint and sold it to the Japanese.But the price is much lower than before.The Japanese say that the current world economy is not booming, and the paintings are not easy to sell.In fact, this is a lie.The truth is that my brother-in-law's reputation is not as good as before—he's a bit out of date. After talking about my uncle, I should also talk about the Japanese drawn by my uncle—this person is much older, with a white beard—waiting for a red light at an intersection, and he will walk on the crosswalk with dignity Come here, open the car door and say: Wang Yang, draw!Just took the painting away.By the way, my uncle's name is Wang Da, and my younger uncle's name is Wang Er.My mother is so powerful, even if I don't want to be surnamed Wang.These paintings were put here by my uncle.If the time at the red light was long, he would still chat with me, saying that he missed my uncle and wanted to see him very much.I lied to him and said that my uncle became a nun and had to abide by the rules. If you can’t come out, don’t miss him. He corrected me and said: Monk, you mean, monk!Then he closed the car door for me, bowed to me, and left.In fact, he also knew that I was lying.If he has no contact with my uncle, can he find me?On the other hand, I also knew that the Japanese was lying.We are all lying and trusting no one. Some people say that this Japanese is actually a Brazilian, and there are many Japanese descendants in Brazil.He had a black wife, as black as ink, who once brought him to China, and walked with him in the street in a green cheongsam, when a misunderstanding occurred, and she was arrested as an uncle.In the police station, they dipped a towel in water, gasoline, and acetone, and wiped vigorously, but instead of removing the black paint, they wiped out the blood.When people from the Brazilian embassy heard the news and arrived, the police station changed its sign and changed it to a nursery station. All the policemen put on white coats and pretended to be washing the black woman's face.The woman was 1.98 meters tall and looked like a telegraph pole. It was a bit of a stretch to say that she was a lost child.The Japanese had another white mistress, white as snow.Once when I was walking with him on the street, another misunderstanding occurred.When they caught her in, the first thing they said was: Okay, Wang Er, pretend to be fake!How much bleach did you use?Then I went to pinch her nose to see if it was plaster, which made her cry like rain; and pulled her hair randomly, suspecting that it was a headgear, and her blonde hair soon became like a hornet's nest.When people from the embassy arrived, the police station changed another sign, which read "Beauty Salon".But it's also a bit strange to pinch your nose like rosacea and pull your hair into mines for beauty.Later, before all the foreign women went to the streets with the Japanese, they would hang a sign on their bodies, writing "I am not Wang Er". Another day they caught me, grabbed my tie, dragged me off the ground, and said cheerfully: "Okay, Wang Er!"You don't even pretend to be!I said calmly: Uncle, you made a mistake.I am not Wang Er.I am Wang Er's nephew.He was stunned, put me down, first spat on my leather shoes; after thinking for a while, he straightened my tie, polished my shoes, saluted me, and then pretended to walk away.In fact, he didn't walk away, but followed me secretly, rushing to me every ten minutes, checking my pulse to see if I was panicking.I never panicked, and he didn't dare to grab me again.Fortunately, he didn't take me to the police station. If he did, when people from our unit came to look for me, they would have to change the brand again: Judo Hall.The reason why these things happen is because they know that my uncle is still secretly selling paintings, and they want to catch him, but they can't catch him.It doesn't matter at all.The important thing is that when he pulled me, I got excited and even got an erection.This shows that I have the characteristics of my uncle.I have the talent of an artist, there is probably no doubt about it. Now that I've mentioned all of them, it's just me.When I was young, my ambition was to be an artist. After seeing what happened to my uncle, I changed my mind and started to try other options, including guarding public toilets.The public toilet I was guarding was a dark green building that looked like it was made of glazed bricks, but was actually made of cement, with a layer of self-adhesive stickers pasted on the surface to pretend to be glazed.The next heavy rain will peel it off in pieces, like a turtle with a skin disease.There are many narrow and long mirrors in the house. When you look into the mirrors, you feel like you are in a cage.The room smelled of bitter almonds, which is an antiseptic.I distributed toilet paper at the door, and every once in a while, I used a fire hose to flush the inside, flushing the people sitting on the toilet like drowned rats.Another thing I will never forget is to ask for a tip. If the customer forgets to give it, I will grab his clothes and tear off his pockets.When it got to this point, no one dared not give a tip anymore.I was quickly fired for being too aggressive at work. For a while, I set up a stall in front of the train station, repairing watches and lighters.Like all watch repair booths, mine is a glass box that can be pushed around. Because of the greenhouse effect, it is very hot to sit in, sweat a lot, and then want to drink water.The watch I have repaired cannot tell the time and can only be used to light cigarettes; the lighter I have repaired has the function of telling the time, but it can't start the fire again, and the customer is not very satisfied with me.There was also a period of time when I wore black glasses, pretended to be blind, and sang on the street.But few give alms.As a blind man, my clothes are not dirty enough.They also said that I sang so badly that I could make children pee.Later, I worked as a babysitter and sang to the children, but they couldn't urinate after listening to it. When the employer came home, I said, "Mom, uncle sing!"Then burst into tears. I've had all sorts of careers and procrastinated a lot to escape my fate.I finally grew up and worked in the writing department; my uncle came out of the lye and married my little aunt.He also acts as his painter.The little aunt changed her career and worked as a public relations secretary in a big company.This shows that my uncle has nothing to do except painting and I can make up nonsense, but my aunt is versatile.Sometimes she would call me in the middle of the night and speak ill of my uncle.Said that he only knew how to be mysterious and mischievous, he was exhausted, and could no longer draw dizzy pictures; he also said that the function of that part of his body was still the same, and she had to give orders to it every day, and pretended to like it very much It looks really annoying.The meaning of these words seemed to be that she was a loser in marrying her brother-in-law.But at the end of each call, she would always add that these words must not be told to your uncle.As long as you dare to say a word, I will kill you!As for me, I write novels every day.To be honest, I don't know what I'm writing about. Everything that we are facing today is made possible by me alone.That day, when I came back from the alkali field, I was depressed, so I went to fiddle with the computer, trying to find a game to play on the Internet.After looking around, I didn't find the game, but I found an electronic magazine, "Physics Today".Although I am a student in the Department of Physics, I never read literature on physics—except for textbooks.Another exception was found that day, and it was the magazine.Its banner title is: Who is the greatest painter since Dali──W2 or 486? W2 is my uncle's pseudonym, and 486 is a personal computer at the end of the last century, which is completely obsolete, and you can buy five or six for one yuan.That article also had an illustration of a 486 microcomputer displaying my uncle's hilarious drawing on the screen.Of course, it's already a picture-in-picture, so it doesn't look like a hernia, it just makes people want to shit. By the time you finish reading this article, you won't even want to poop.It mentioned that since the end of the last century, some people began to study the physical process from disorder to order. This kind of thing is also called "chaos". It is simulated by computer and displayed on the screen.One of the most famous is the Mandelbrot set, enlarged like a seahorse tail, I think everyone knows it.By the way, the Mandelbrot set does not make people dizzy, and bears no resemblance to my uncle's paintings.However, the author of this article invented an algorithm called Yiyaala, which uses the old-fashioned 486 to draw, which makes people dizzy even more after reading it.To put it simply, with a one-line formula and a broken computer that is cheaper than a box of matches, you can create my uncle's painting.Anyone who knows this will not feel dizzy or suffer from colic when looking at my uncle's paintings.Obviously, if my aunt knew about this and then looked at my uncle's paintings, she wouldn't be sexually aroused.This article made me feel about my uncle, my aunt, art, love, and the whole world.If I don't look for games on the interactive Internet, everything will be the same, my uncle is still so unpredictable, and my aunt is still obsessed with him.I'm not too young, why do I still play games?After I read this article, I hesitated for a long time, and finally made up my mind, printed a hundred copies of it, attached a letter requesting my uncle’s redress, and sent it to all relevant departments—anyway, my uncle is here Suffering, I have to save him.Relevant departments responded immediately: My uncle didn't have ulterior motives, he drew Yiya Laji, why shut him up—let him out.With these words, I drove to the alkali field and told my uncle and aunt everything. The little aunt sighed a long time after hearing this, and said, "So that's how it is!"I'm sorry, criminal Wang, I made you suffer a lot.Go back to the office and ask for some subsidies.You don't have to insist that you love me anymore.After listening to my words, my uncle became like a dead man and collapsed on the ground.Hearing his little aunt's last words, he cheered up, got up from the ground and said: Report to discipline!I really love you!I never wanted to use you!etc.When the little aunt heard this, her eyes turned golden yellow, and she grinned at me and said, "Did you hear that?"Let's beat up this guy who wants to save face and suffer!But before she could do anything, she changed her mind again, and sighed: Forget it.stop fighting.It seems that he is really in love with me.这似乎是说，假如小舅继续叵测，他就不可能真的爱上小舅妈，为此要狠狠地揍他，但和他做爱也非常的过瘾；假如他不再叵测，就可以爱上小Aunt, you can't hit him after that, but making love to him is annoying too.The little aunt and uncle went out from the alkali field, got married and lived, and everything became ordinary. The year is 2015 and I am a writer.I'm still thinking about the true meaning of art.What the hell is it.