Chapter 7 Part Two Chapter Three

third chapter As mentioned earlier, there was a man named M who was placed because of a thought error.There was another woman named F, who was placed with him at first, but then disappeared.I am M.Regarding my placement, I can add the following: the company’s Ideological Education Research Association first discovered that there was something wrong with my book. The publishing department took my rights.I am now under the supervision of the company's training department, the company's investigation department is monitoring me, and the company's writing team is about to recruit me to join.Every department of the company has a close relationship with me. It can be said that I was born for the company and the company is for me.I really can't imagine why F got involved with the company.Assuming I'm a girl, pretty, and have studied clinical psychology, the company doesn't exist for me at all.Suppose one day, due to some accident, I have some kind of relationship with the company, and it arranges me to be next to a man who is sullen and silent, sometimes impotent and sometimes hypersexual, that will be an episode in life.It's better if this kind of thing doesn't happen, and it's not too bad when it happens. The important thing is to forget about it as soon as possible. I will never leave and come back.That's how I think about things for her.

After F left, I planned to live alone at first, but later changed my mind and went to the company to apply for a companion.They charged me a registration fee of 10 yuan, and then said: Give it a try, do you have any requirements?I said: It’s fine if you can cook and talk.They said: Your income is too low, you can't guarantee both of them at the same time; or find you a dumb person who can't speak; or find a low-intelligence woman who talks nonsense but can't cook.I was taken aback when I heard that, and quickly said: Forget it, just give me the registration fee back.Those people suddenly laughed and said: Don't be afraid, it won't be like that.Just kidding you.I took a step back, glared at them, and walked away.They said behind me: Why does this kid look at people like that?Looks like he really needs to find a mute.But at this time, I am no longer afraid of low-intelligence women, let alone just dumb.

I now realize that whether it is shame, anger, panic or embarrassment, it is only a momentary feeling, and it will be fine in the past.From this, it can be deduced that even death is just a momentary panic. After the real death, it must be quite comfortable.After thinking about it this way, I became truly optimistic in my heart, but on the surface it looked more like a sinister spirit.I can accommodate a woman by my side now, even if she studies me like a caged rat, it's a pity that F has already left.So I went to register and women came to me. I got a postcard with just one sentence: Saw you on TV (parade).I think it was from F. Although the postcard was not signed, I have never seen F's Chinese handwriting.That's just an idea.I also found a stack of papers under the mattress, written in pretentiously esoteric Latin, and a few Greek letters.If I can still read a little, it is a record of my body measurement.I said that when I started working I was very tired and slept like a dead man every night, so if F ever did this measurement on me, it was then.This shows that F works very seriously.I also had times when I was serious—I took notes in every class during my freshman year of college; I didn’t start dozing off until my second year.Even then, there were times when I read "Quantum Mechanics" at night after masturbating—for fear of failing the exam.These things show that what the world is like, I didn't know it at first. F is younger than me, of course she doesn't have to know.It is wrong for me to say that F means "do not do it for nothing".Because she didn't know, she didn't get involved, she was innocent.But that's just an idea.

Now it's time to talk about the companions that the company introduced to me.One evening when I went home, I saw a woman in the house, slightly older than me, with a dark complexion, wearing some shabby clothes like when F first came here, wandering around my room, and seeing me come back, she said: do you have something to eatI am starving.At the same time, I saw that a rat-eaten pancake was gone on the table, and the refrigerator was wiped out.I could assume she was cleaning me, but the floor wasn't swept.So I took her to the small shop downstairs to eat fried pancakes, and she ate six servings in a row.The woman had wide-set eyes and thick eyebrows, and was quite pretty, but she had to eat all the time.I suspected she had hyperthyroidism, but she said she didn't have it and everything was fine, except that she was always hungry after placement and kept going to the bathroom.I waited for three days and she didn't feel better at all, so I had to show her the wallet: it was empty.This woman committed an error of thought and was therefore very reasonable.She said: I went back to the company and said that you have nothing to eat here, and I asked you to come back.This way she was doing me a favour, since registration is limited to three women at a time.She asked me not to live with me, so she saved me three yuan and three cents.Regarding this matter, I can make the following additions: Those guys I offended in the company deliberately tricked me, wanting her to make me poor, but I have no objection to this woman.She also told me that they were trained on the roof of the company building, not in the underground garage.In addition to F, there are also some M, all of them are handsome - this shows that the guess of the skeptical brother is right.Because she told me this, the second woman who came to me saw me and said: Why are you so ugly?I didn't get mad either, although she was the real ugly one.

Later, I received another postcard, which said: I have read your uncle's novel.Do you really have an uncle?This question made me very angry: I have not only one uncle, but also two uncles, one big and one small. The eldest is a novelist who was crushed to death by an elevator.The younger one is a painter, and is still alive, but I haven't seen much of it.On the day I received this postcard, the fat woman came to my house and said that I was ugly.This woman can also write some vague poetry, I don't know much about poetry, but I think her poetry is very bad.Such a person does not seem to make ideological mistakes, and I suspect that she is willing to be placed.She came to me fully dressed, and I've heard that even the hardest people have sympathy for silly women—but maybe it's because her clothes are too big to be stripped off and no one can wear them.She also carried a handbag with a lot of five-spice melon seeds in it, and while knocking, she wanted to discuss aesthetic issues with me; but I never spoke.Then I farted loudly one after another, and she heard it and said, "That's vulgar!"I ran back to the company.I told F later about this fat woman.She jumped up when she heard this, covered her mouth with her hands and smiled, and said: Now you must think of me as a fat woman or something.Those postcards were indeed from her.She also sent me money, but I didn't receive a money order.People like me can only receive postcards, not money.

I'm pretty close to the company trainer now and chat for a while every back-to-school day.He said to me: People say you're a weasel—did you do it on purpose?As soon as I heard it, I knew he was talking about that fat woman.I told him I didn't mean to, but it wasn't the truth.And company people can't tell the truth.The fat lady was placed there voluntarily, probably because she was poisoned by a romantic TV show.Now she is not voluntary, and wants the company to return her original identity and property to her.The people in the company were sympathetic to her, but it was impossible to return her past identity: there was no precedent.As a historian, I am not surprised by such things.In the past, there were those who turned their hearts to the party and became rightists, and those who confessed to false crimes and were sentenced. Even my uncle, he also wrote a blood letter before jumping in the queue.Some things in this world are designed to make you regret after doing it, so no matter what you do, don't regret it.As for those romantic TV dramas, we always live in the best house, the men are handsome, the women are beautiful, have nothing to do after eating, and wash our faces with tears in all kinds of love disputes.If I were willing to be a writer, I would be editing this kind of thing now.The company compiles these serials just to deceive people.As we all know, there are many deceptions around us, so most of the lies are never expected to be believed; now that I have deceived one, my conscience is a little disturbed.They are going to try to relocate her a few more times, and if they are unsuccessful, they will send her to the place where she should go, because they can't tolerate someone who keeps making trouble for no reason in the company.I think this fat woman will end up in prison, because she is not satisfied anywhere except there; but in the process of this matter, I see that the company also has a little bit of character.Cruel to me, to the woman with the wide-open eyes; quite human to the silly fat woman.By the way, the woman with the wide-open eyes was an avant-garde film director who also had sex with her legs wide apart.I feel very attached to her.If it wasn't for the fear that the two of them would starve to death together, I would definitely let her stay.

At the end of summer, I received another postcard, which said: I found your aunt, and she told me many interesting things.I feel an ominous smell from this sentence. F later told me that on the same postcard, she also wrote: "I have a nameless attachment to you", but the words disappeared.What I received may be a processed postcard, or it may be a replica. Whether it is real or not, F himself cannot tell.Later, the company sent me a real painter, as thin as a bamboo pole.This guy came in a camouflage uniform and a military backpack, and was going to loot the watermelon stall downstairs that night.I said that rabbits don't eat the grass beside the nest, and then she quarreled with me.I lived with her for a week and broke up because I really didn't like her and I wanted to live longer.She painted one of the walls in my room a green landscape, and at first I thought about painting it out, but then changed my mind because I was used to it.

In autumn, when I came home one day, the house was swept clean, F sat on the bed and said: I am back, this time I am resettled.I really wanted to yell at her and throw her out again, but I didn't.Because now she, like me, has nowhere to go but here. When F came back that night, I felt that I had nothing to say to her, so I lay down on her smooth, narrow back.I didn't do it like this last time, but after doing it like this, I don't think there is anything new.Then she said to me: You weren't as hard as last time—so you don't mind, do you?I didn't say I minded, and I didn't mind, I smoked for a while without saying a word, then grabbed her clothes in the dark and threw them on her, saying: Put it on, go for a walk.This was the case before going out that night.During the walk, I told her that I was going to work as a writer in the company.She was silent for a long time after listening, and then said: You are not because of me.I didn't say yes, and I didn't say no.This is because yes and no are not exact answers.She also told me that she felt there was an unfinished bond between us, and if I didn't see me die in poverty, or see me die of a stroke after eating too much fat, the bond wouldn't end.I didn't say yes, and I didn't say no.I didn't think about it - though I can't say I didn't care about it.My mind was occupied by something else.

2 Later F told me that she sent me many postcards, besides the ones I received, there are many more.In those postcards, she said that since she was assigned to be a spy for me, she couldn't be indifferent to me-how she learned about my past and how she fell in love with me.Had I received it, I would not have been surprised by her arrival.But these things are not important anymore.If a woman makes mistakes herself, I welcome her to live this life with me--as long as it's alive.But if this mistake is caused by me, I will be responsible and cannot let this situation go unchecked. 3

I am now a third-level creator in Group G of the company's eighth creative collective, but I only go to class one day a week.By my old standards, on this day, I did almost nothing.This is not surprising at all, because the company has countless first-, second-, and third-level creators. With a little work, everyone can compile a few books and articles, and these books are not read at all. Used to decorate the facade of the company.And we creators are paid so well that I worry that the company will lose money.