Chapter 8 Chapter Four (Part 1)

Chapter Four (Part 1) In the spring of July 4th, when I went to the anorectal hospital to see hemorrhoids, I had a very pessimistic view of the world again.At this time, I have long forgotten the experience of childhood hunger, and the biggest pain in front of me is grinding my buttocks.In my opinion, since the main way to survive is to grind our butts, those of us who are born with narrow butts are at a huge disadvantage.If the people waiting in line here are regarded as the wounded who came down from the front line, it can be said that all the wounded in the battle were men.Occasionally there are a few women, all of whom are pregnant.This means that if a woman is not pregnant, she is not harmed.Later, I had an operation there. Although it didn't hurt very much, it was inconvenient for a long time.When the hemorrhoids were healed and the stool was smooth, I realized that the main way of survival was probably not grinding buttocks, but a kind of contemplation.Now you often see some people with bald heads and glasses like the bottom of a bottle. They probably hold this kind of thinking, but some people think about physics, some people think about philosophy, some people want to push back diagrams, and some people think about the Book of Changes.I am also among these people, the only difference is that the more I think, the heavier the hair on my body, the top of my head looks like it was crushed by a popcorn machine, and the pubic hair is more than some people's hair; the more I think, the better my eyesight, Now I can see the hair on the leg of a fly ten meters away.At the same time, the more I thought about it, the more triangular my eyes became, and the more I felt my eyebrows. As time went by, wrinkles appeared on my face, but they were all standing upright, completely like a bandit.Seeing my appearance, the colleagues in the institute suspected that I was hostile to intellectuals.But again that was much later.What happened at the time was that I was going to have my hemorrhoids cut, and X Haiying insisted on going with me.When I entered the operating room, she also followed, and the doctors and nurses did not stop her.This incident may seem a bit strange at first glance, but it is only normal when it is said: people who went to the anal hospital for surgery in those days were all in pairs, I don’t know if this is the case now.

As far as I know, people often go for abortions in pairs.Going to have children is often in pairs.At this time, they are very scared, so they have to pull a man to embolden them.The same is true for men cutting hemorrhoids, which puzzles me a lot.It was later learned that those women felt that the place was too dirty, and it is likely that the doctors and nurses would not do it, and asked the patient's family members to perform the operation.This is not a very outlandish idea.The doctors and nurses here must not be overestimated.I also thought people would probably be reluctant to operate on me, but my arms are long enough to reach that part.As long as a nurse told me from behind: "Up! Down! A little to the left! Here it is!", I could operate on myself.Because of this certainty, I didn't ask anyone to go to the anal hospital with me, including X Haiying.She wants to go by herself, and she also said that for the "backward youth" (that is, me too), it is to care about them in life, help them in work, and save them ideologically—until the time when caring, helping, and saving have no effect, He was handed over to the dictatorship.After hearing the second half of the words, I got goose bumps all over my body, and I didn't dare to say anything.

Besides painting, I also like reading novels.My favorite author is Marquez.In fact, I can't say which of his works I like. What I like is the sentence patterns he created, for example-love in the time of cholera, which is simply wonderful.In this way we have: inventions in the revolutionary period, love in the revolutionary period, and so on.I suffer from the hemorrhoids of the revolutionary period.During the revolution I was in a difficult situation and didn't know what to do. X Haiying put a scrap tire on my stool. Sitting on the tire is much more comfortable than sitting on a hard bench, but I still worry about Zhongzhong and can’t last all day.When I went to the hospital with her, I respected her and walked two or three meters away from her.But at that time, when legal couples went to the street together, the distance was so far; so the doctors and nurses did not feel any strange when they saw each other.When I entered the operating room, she was poking around outside, until she felt that she was needed, and then slipped in.

After explaining this point, we can understand why the nurse didn't drive X Haiying out back then—there were too many people who volunteered to help like this, and they couldn't be kicked out.And I was lying against the wall myself, waiting for the nurse to hand me the scalpel, and didn't see her slip in; in fact, it was better than I thought, and I was just ordered to open my ass, and then there was no warning The excruciating pain—I just got stabbed in such a daze, and rolled off the operating table.When the two of us went to the hospital, we rode a flat tricycle with a cotton curtain on the board.I pedal when I go, and she pedals when I come back.The person who does not pedal sits on the board.On the way back, she suddenly burst out laughing in front of her.Because I didn't know that she had seen my hairy ass, and saw me poking it up to be slaughtered, so I didn't know what she was laughing at, just thought it was a bad omen.I remember that the hospital smelled very strongly of Lysol, and there were some black puddles in the corridors, which looked like puddles of coal tar.I still remember that when she was riding a tricycle, she stood upright on the frame.As for how I was slaughtered with my butt pouted, I can't remember at all.

2 There must always be a theme in life, so that your soul and dreams are tied to it.For example, the subject of one of my classmates was to overthrow the theory of relativity and prove that he was smarter than Einstein.He was meditating all the time, and although he was eight years younger than me, he looked much older.As for whether he is smarter than Einstein, I don't know, because I only know the surface of theoretical physics.As I said, my theme is pessimism.This doesn't mean that I just eat and sleep and don't think about anything.I have spent the first half of my life racking my brains to solve one problem: how to predict when and where the next negative lottery will come?

X Haiying also has a weird smile, a superficial smile, like a mask made of old cowhide, which is brought up when he speaks at the conference.I can't make a smile like that, so it's a mystery to me.For anyone, an expression represents an emotion.I can't think of what kind of emotion it is to smile on the skin and not smile.This is a mystery to me.But there is one thing I already know, that is, X Haiying is definitely a negative color for me. I rummaged through her stuff while I was locked up in the X Seahawk house, bored.Of course she locked all the drawers when she left, but I took a paper clip and poked them all open.There's no excuse for that: I'm a scum.I mainly want to see what kind of person this Haiying is, and whether the care, help, and rescue she talks about can be counted on.As a result, in addition to several drawers of files and papers, an old-fashioned menstrual belt made of rubber film was also found.In my opinion, it can be converted into a stone-breaking slingshot.There is a book wrapped in kraft paper, with "For Criticism" written in red ink on the leather. After opening it, it was published before the Cultural Revolution. It has a hundred stories, so it is a good book.Only seventy-two stories were published later, which shows that the Chinese are increasingly ignorant of what a good book is.I read it for a while, put the book back, and locked the drawers.After doing this, I still can't figure out whether she can be trusted.After a day or two, I opened the drawer again, and saw a note inside, which said: "It was a puppy who went through my drawer", so I quickly locked the drawer again.

X Haiying later told me that she thought my smile was also a mystery.For this she wanted to touch my bottom.When I mentioned that I had hemorrhoids, the miserable smile on my face was exactly the same as when I smiled for no reason in front of her. At this time, she suddenly realized: it turns out that this mysterious smile is originally hemorrhoids!So she wanted to see what that hemorrhoid looked like.For this reason, she mingled into the operating room and pretended to prescribe me hemorrhoids.It turned out that the thing was a big purple blood bubble.At the time, I didn't know that X Haiying planned to prescribe me hemorrhoids, so I didn't think much of it, but when I thought about it later, I was horrified, and couldn't figure out what kind of plan it was.I still can't quite figure out some of her thoughts.Later, I thought, this may also be out of a kind of curiosity, to see what a man's anus looks like.Or if I’m idle and have nothing to do, I think cutting hemorrhoids is also very interesting. If I had known this, I should have pasted a note on my buttocks: the one looking at my butt is a puppy.Or take a fountain pen and write directly on the butt.What does my asshole look like, I've never seen it.But I know it's definitely not good looking.All in all, this incident caused me a lot of trouble.Later X Haiying wanted to humiliate me, so he said: Your hemorrhoids are so ugly!As if I were obligated to make my hemorrhoids look good.Hearing such words, I can still die.Then she said that I was sweating profusely on the operating bed, and my hands shaking my buttocks were trembling.Regarding this point, I can argue that if you are stabbed in the back, you can't see it, and no one is afraid.But I can't argue that I don't have duosuo.Although I have a fierce face, I am very timid.

If you've ever had the experience of showing hemorrhoids, you'll admit that it's one of the worst experiences in life.Take me as an example, although I am quite natural, tender-faced, and sometimes I can't help but jump up and hit people, but as soon as X Haiying talks about my hemorrhoids, I will be honest.When X Haiying found out about this, she used these words as a kind of spell to subdue me.Just saying it once and I'm instantly transformed from a jerk to a sitting and smiling Mona Lisa. Now I think that when people smile for no reason, they are either bored or suffering.I am like this, and so is the X Seahawks.A twenty-two-year-old girl who wears an old military uniform every day, and goes to the conference to read red-headed documents, can't show any expression other than a smirk.And my hemorrhoids hurt and I still have to grind my butt, and I can only laugh miserably.These smiles are all laughing at yourself, not at others.

3 After cutting the hemorrhoids, it will be spring. For a while, X Haiying was very bad to me.At dinner time, I asked me to cook for her, and when I got it back, I often just glanced at it and said: Is this a bad dish?Take it out and pour it into the latrine.Then she took out some money and asked me to buy fried pimples for her.Stir-fried pimples are a kind of dough and water-fried soybeans, which are sold at the small shop in front of our factory.Fortunately, it was in 1974. If it were today, I really don't know where to buy it.At that time, I swore that I would never eat fried pimples, not even a single bite.Later, I never broke my oath, and I haven’t eaten fried pimples until today.If she wasn't a girl, I'd be spitting in fried lumps.A mechanic in our factory was an apprentice at the Changxindian Locomotive Yard for four or four years. Little Japan arrested him to cook food. He found a place where no one was around, and ejaculated his semen into the lunch box. He later got asthma and said to himself It was due to kidney failure during the anti-Japanese war when he was young.When I later came to the United States to study, I compiled software for Professor X, and the file names were always "caonima", caonima·1, caonima·2, and so on.But he always pronounced the first syllable as "test", and called me and said: "Your mother's first test is fine, but your mother's second test has to be corrected."I corrected him and said: I didn't test your mother, fuck your mother.We were four graduate students who programmed him, and everyone hated him.This is because the money is calculated according to the line, and he does not let the editor-in-chief.This condition is called being oppressed.Chairman Mao taught us that where there is oppression, there is resistance, so we test your mother, ejaculate, and spit.

Once in X Haiying's office, I was extremely sleepy and slept on her bed for a while, and I have been oppressed by her ever since.She didn't have to speak to me in a welcome sentence anymore, she asked me to "sit!" after entering, and then said nothing to me, just put her feet on the table with a straight face.In addition, she called me "Wang Er, a rascal" to outsiders, and I became very angry when I heard this.This is like hearing people call me "oriental" and ask me to "go back to where you came from" in the United States.Under such circumstances, they had no choice but to sulk, thinking to themselves that they could invent a spell that would make them foam at the mouth and roll all over the floor.Such was the case with my oppression.Later, I summed it up and found that every time I was oppressed, it was because other people were angry, and I felt that I was happier than him.For example, Professor X, he oppressed us because he was working as a dog head (this matter will be discussed later), and he found that the funds were not enough, so he was very short of breath, so he picked on us like this; then one day I told him , I have cancer, and I will die in a few days, so he won't pick me up.Another example is my wife, for a few days every month, she always screams strangely in my ears, as if she thinks that I am not deaf, it is because of her dysmenorrhea; later, I pretend to have a stomachache during those few days, Looking for a hot water bottle, she stopped yelling at me.In this regard, I have many ways, but in the tofu factory, I can't think of any way.

Before I slept in X Haiying's bed, I tried to doze off in various places and in various positions: for example, moving the stool to the edge of the wall, resting my feet on the surface of the stool and fisting it, and my head from the armpit. out; moving the chair to the edge of the table, I put my legs on the back of the chair and lay my head back on the table.The grotesqueness of these positions is due to the need to avoid crushing hemorrhoids, and because there is a large glass plate on the table, which makes it impossible to sleep.In fact, I can fall asleep in various positions, but I am afraid that when X Haiying comes back, he will see a twisted person in the room, and he will go crazy with fright.When I was a child, once when I dozed off with the lights on at home, I was so frightened that my sister screamed and picked up the broom to sweep the floor and hit me face to face.This incident shows that my flexibility has reached an astonishing level, otherwise I would not have been favored by the physical education teacher and was selected into the gymnastics team.Because I was afraid of scaring her, I lay on her bed when I really wanted to sleep.But she didn't understand my kindness at all. When she came back, she kicked my foot outside the bed and shouted: Get out!Who let you sleep in my bed!I was so scared that I jumped up quickly.Since then, she has treated me very badly. In the afternoon, I went to her place and sat down properly as soon as I entered the door.But she glared at me and said coldly: Let you sit down and sit down again.I was so scared that I jumped up quickly.Then she said: Sit down.I sat upright, my shoulders were square, and my mind was square.She said, what are you doing?Like a clothes rack.So I relaxed again and started thinking wildly.Then she came over and kicked my foot again and said: Sit down!No matter how you sit!She tossed me back and forth like this, it just pissed me off.  c If I was asked to draw the appearance of being taught, I would draw myself as a fist.The fist is to be drawn with the thumb sticking out between the middle and forefinger, which is an obscene gesture in some places.But it doesn't mean that to me.When I was young, it was popular to hit people with this kind of fist. Everyone thinks that this kind of fist is the most painful.Draw X Haiying standing upright next to me.There are some things about me that have not been said yet.This is that although I am a bit bad, I am bad. In other words, at least on the surface, I respect my superiors and leaders, and never contradict.This is probably because my dad used to have a bad temper and beat me up every now and then.In addition, I was very shy. From the third grade of elementary school to the graduation of middle school, I never talked to female classmates.These can explain why I am submissive in front of X Haiying.But after all the bullshit I've had from her, I don't think I don't have any sinful thoughts.So in my imagination, I often pulled her pigtails, hit her on the mouth, stripped her naked, and raped her.Especially when she asked me to buy fried pimples, every time I grabbed her by the braids and pressed her to the ground, I raped her so much.I thought it was wrong to do this, but it is always possible to think about it.If you don't even think about it, I'm afraid you will do it. If I was asked to draw a scene of wanting to rape X Haiying, I would draw a black and white facial makeup, and draw a Tai Chi picture on the forehead.You can't see anything behind Facebook. X Haiying couldn't see what I was thinking at all, and I couldn't see what she wanted to do either.What's on your mind doesn't really matter at all.There is nothing more insignificant in the world than this. 4 When I was teaching in a tofu factory in 1974, X Haiying asked me if she was pretty, but I laughed and didn't answer, which offended her.Then she caught me sleeping in her bunk, and that was just an excuse to get mad at me.Now I admit that X Haiying was very beautiful back then, but it doesn't help the matter now.I remember it like this: the two of us were in her cabin, talking about various movies, about a lover I had in the past, and she said that I was very bourgeois and needed to be rehabilitated.Later, I talked about a quality called smartness.You have to know that at that time, it was only recognized that some people had deep hatred and deep class feelings; some people were despicable and bourgeois; and the revolutionary leaders were great.Other than that, there are no other qualities.But I said that there are smart people.For example, Hannibal was proficient in the art of war; Pythagoras came up with proofs of theorems.Seurat invented pointillism, and Euclid—not to mention how clever he was.At the end of the series, I added Merely Next.I was too young and didn't know much about humility.She immediately asked: "What about me?" At this time, I stuttered: Qu-ting-quite smart!This stuttering seemed a little insincere. X Haiying was a little unhappy.I thought she deserved it, who let her scare me out of this problem. Later, we talked about a quality called beauty.During the revolutionary period, it was not allowed to publicly say that they were beautiful, so boys invented a set of slang terms, referring to a beautiful face as Pan Liang (靓), and referring to a good figure as Tiao Zhi.There are many more terms like this.I talked about a middle school classmate who walked towards a beautiful female classmate in the class and pretended to praise the porcelain medal on her chest: your plate is very bright!The girl replied: Yes, Pan Liang, Pan Liang!We were dying laughing.Speaking of this, X Haiying suddenly said: What about me?Is the disk on or off?At this time, I only need to answer one sentence, and everything will be fine.Unfortunately, at that time I suffered from such a severe front stutter that I could not speak a word.After this night, she always had a straight face to me, looking very ugly. When I was thirteen, I felt like I was turning into a wet quilt cover, and I thought I already stink.At the time I was bleeding slimy stuff every week.Although I was only that age at that time, my male organs had already developed.I was taking a bath at home in the summer, and somehow my younger sister spotted it, and she said: Second brother is like a donkey!So she got spanked by my mother, which made me happy.From then on, when I came to the dinner table, she always looked at me with gritted teeth, squinted her congenital myopia (the left eye is two hundred degrees, and the right eye is five degrees, which together are two or five eyes), seeing that the adult is not there, she said viciously :donkey!Actually, I don’t need her to say, I also know that I am already very bad, because when I sleep at night, it is always straight, and when I think of beautiful girls, it will be even more straight, and I don’t care whether people want to answer you or not. From this, we must also think of the old society landlords and riches who raped the poor and lower-middle peasants.Regarding this matter, I have long known that I must cover it up strictly so as not to offend others.From the aspect of concealing that you are a wet quilt cover and a donkey, it is more beneficial to say that you don't know who is beautiful: this way you can pretend to be a man of heaven and push it clean.This is because I know that if I win the lottery in this matter, it will definitely be the jackpot.I offended X Haiying, which has something to do with it. 5 X Haiying asked me which books I like to read, and I said that I love the Little Red Book the most.She said don't talk nonsense, tell the truth.I said: Seriously, it is the Little Red Book.This is the same problem that occurs when a masochistic/sadistic couple play sexual games together.If the abused party yells: "It hurts!"That probably means not hurting, being happy; because that's what games need to be played realistically.But when you really feel pain and can't bear it, you have to make another agreement.This agreement is likely to say: no pain!So don't take it literally when there is no agreement. X Haiying said later: To be honest, what is your favorite book to read.No one dares to say that liking to read the Little Red Book is fake, so I say it is: Li Wei's "History of Rome", "History of the Peloponnesian War", Caesar's "Gallic War" and so on.My father is a scholar of classics, so there are plenty of these books at home, and it’s no secret that a teenager like me likes to read such books—I read how to fight in books.She couldn't understand why anyone would study how the ancients fought wars.I also admit that this hobby is a bit grotesque.However grotesque, there is no stench in it.Weird is better than stinky.This incident shows that although X Haiying and I are both Chinese, we still have language problems.The fact that I offended her has something to do with this. Now I have to admit that I was always very nervous when I was in front of X Haiying.There is an old saying that those who work hard rule others, and those who work hard rule others.In the revolutionary period, X Haiying ruled the people, and Wang Er ruled the people. X Haiying won the positive lottery, and Wang Er won the negative lottery.She can understand whether a revolution is a revolution or not, and she can also understand materialist dialectics, but I don't know anything about these things.How can I reach her level of thought.So she asked me if the panel was on or not, who knows if she wants to hear the real thing or the fake one. When X Haiying settled the accounts with me later, he said that not only did I refuse to admit that she was open, but I also had a weird smile on my face.Smiling is like hemorrhoids, you can't see it, so she said it was there.But why there is such a smile, but I have to explain.It's a pity that I hadn't seen Mr. Jin Yong's masterpiece at the time, otherwise it could be explained: just now there was an old monster of Xingxiu who was hiding outside the door and flicked "Three Smiles Dissipate" at me.Sanxiaoxiaoyaosan is the most vicious poison written by Mr. Jin Yong. It will not only poison you to death, but also make you offend others before you die.In fact, in the revolutionary period, as long as it can make people laugh, it is enough, and the toxicity is purely superfluous.If you want someone to die "terrible", play a little on Chairman Mao at his memorial service.It is enough to make him smile once, and three smiles are also a waste.But in the process of offending X Haiying, that smile was the end, not the beginning.I have laughed many times before this one.This story can tell you why everyone is always crying in the revolutionary period. The Revolutionary Period is a wood, and it is easy to get lost in it when walking through it.It's all up to you to find your way, as that villain Celine puts it in the Swiss Guard song: We live in the long cold night, Life is like a long journey.Look up to the sky to find the direction, but there is no guiding star in the sky! I'm glad I didn't lose my nose in this mess, nor was I bitten by Lao Lu.One day when I came in from the factory gate, Lao Lu pounced on me again.I was so tired of this thing that I stopped running and was going to beat her up, and I was aiming for her nose, and I was going to hit her there first.But she actually yelled "Master Xu", walked around me in a big circle, and went straight to Master Xu behind me.It's really hard for people to adapt to this kind of ups and downs.So everyone should leave a memoir after death to let others know what he thought while he was alive.For example, if Lao Lu died before me, I would be able to know from her memoirs why she sometimes arrests me and sometimes does not arrest me.Let me guess but I can't guess. Later, Lao Lu didn't catch me anymore, but he often pestered Master Xu and talked endlessly.From Zhang's parents, Li's family, to the weather this year.Lao Lu is a big nonsense basket, which is often the case when a leader is in charge.Master Xu got a headache from being entangled, so he retreated step by step into the men's toilet.But Lao Lu chased him step by step into the men's room.In fact, the toilets in our factory cannot be called toilets. They should be called "public latrines".Seeing the two of them coming in, it turned out that the squatting people didn't even care about shit, they hurriedly wiped their buttocks and ran out. Hegel said that you must go step by step to understand an era, and step by step is very important.But when it comes to the events of the revolutionary period, understanding can never be discussed.Step by step can only make you feel that what happens next time will not be so abrupt.When I said that Lao Lu drove Master Xu into the men's room, you felt awkward and couldn't understand.I said that old Lu Yuan wanted to arrest me, but when he found out that I wanted to beat her, he didn't dare to arrest her, so he arrested Master Xu to step down from the stage, you also couldn't understand.But you won't feel awkward.Since he went to arrest Master Xu, Lao Lu has never troubled me again, but my life is still not easy at all.Because now it is not Lao Lu, but X Haiying who wants to send me to study classes.For me, a study class is a study class, no matter who sends me in it is the same.Whether it's Lao Lu because I drew her Mao Zhaza, or because X Haiying hates me for refusing to call her beautiful, I have to go there anyway.It seemed to be my destined destination there. When I was an undergraduate, my statistics professor said that although you guys are admitted to college and your grades are not bad, but only one out of ten people can understand probability—although I can't bear to fail you.What he meant was that many people would not understand that there is randomness, but only believe that there is a natural meaning.He's quite right about that, but I'm clearly in the top tenth of that.And X Haiying was within nine-tenths of that.This is the most essential difference between the two of us.Others, such as I am a man and she is a woman, can be changed as long as a sex reassignment operation is performed.As long as X Haiying thinks: When I stutter and when I don’t stutter is a random phenomenon, then she is not X Haiying, but Wang Er; and as long as I think: Everything in the world must have a reason Well, there must be a reason for Wang Er to say that I stuttered before Pan Liang. If he must say it, then I will not admit that I am Wang Er, but think that I am X Haiying.Of course, I belong to this one-tenth, and she belongs to the nine-tenths, which is also purely random. It is not appropriate to speculate about random phenomena, otherwise it will lead to eating ashes from the burnt menstrual paper. Now when I recall the events back then, I can more or less find some clues of cause and effect: For example, when I was young, I saw a purple sky and weird scenes, and then I started to dream about it; Even more fanciful.The fanciful person maintains a childish state, so he can't even answer whether the girl in front of him is beautiful or not.But no one knew why the sky was purple when I was six years old, or why I was starving to death afterwards.So it's purely random that I look like this. As a student of mathematics, I have little respect for Hegel's intellect.This is not out of arrogance, because he is not and should not be a role model for mathematicians to learn from.When you retrace a past event step by step, of course you know what will happen next.But if you are going through a current event step by step, you will know nothing about the future, at best you can be an hindsight, especially in times of revolution.If Hegel lived to five or seven years step by step, he would never know why he would be labeled as a rightist, let alone whether he would die in the Great Northern Wilderness in the future, or survive.I lived step by step from 1973 to 1974, and until the second before X Haiying asked me if she was going to wake up, I still didn’t know that I would stutter. If I could know, I would have said in advance: "You put it on" in order to settle the matter; later on I didn't know whether I would go to the study class, and it was not until the end of 1974 when all the study classes were disbanded that I felt relieved.This shows that step by step is of no use.Even Hegel himself could not avoid offending X Haiying.I rather agree with Selina's generalizations in that poem, even though the Cyprus is a rascal and a traitor. Now let me answer X Haiying's question back then, and I can not only answer "Pan Liang", but also "Tiao Zhi" (good figure) and other slang words.In addition, we should also say that she is charming, sexy and so on.All in all, you can say anything, and you must satisfy her. X Haiying is tall and tall, with standard measurements and a sweet face, which is not sensual at all.Besides, my life is still in her hands.Now saying that she is beautiful means that she can be a public relations lady of a big company, earn a lot of money, and marry a rich man.In addition, if you go to the United States, as long as you take the male professor's class, you will never fail; if you go to the driver's license test, you can pass no matter how bad the car is.There are so many good things, she will not be unhappy to hear it.But in the revolutionary period, being beautiful meant that if you were born in the old society, you would be raped by landlords and riches, and you would be gang-raped if you were caught by American devils while fighting guerrillas in Vietnam.According to the propaganda materials, class enemies are never raped, they are raped first and then killed every time.So the beautiful result is bad luck, who knows if she likes it or not. In the revolutionary period, whether one is beautiful or not will lead to very complicated ethical issues.First of all, beauty can be divided into practical beauty and ethical beauty.Actually it refers to measurements and face, ethically it refers to whether we admit it or not.If the other party is a counter-revolutionary, regardless of her measurements and appearance, she cannot be admitted to be beautiful, otherwise she is making a mistake.So there is: 1: Suppose we are on the revolutionary side and the other party is on the counter-revolutionary side, no matter what she is actually like, we cannot admit that she is beautiful, otherwise it will be degenerate. 2: Suppose we are the counter-revolutionary party and the other party is the revolutionary party. As long as the other party is actually beautiful, we will admit it so that we can rape her. There is no need to talk about other situations. From the above discussion, we can know that in the field of beauty, the revolutionary side suffers a lot, so beauty is a counter-revolutionary field.Chairman Mao taught us: We must support whatever the enemy opposes, and we must oppose whatever the enemy supports.Based on these principles, I dare not say that X Haiying is beautiful. After I offended X Haiying, I explained these thoughts to her.She listened and said: Don't talk nonsense.Later I said to her: Do you want me to say that you are beautiful or not, you should tell me in advance.My thought remolding has not been completed yet, so I can't figure out these things.When she heard this, her eyes widened and she said, "I really want to punch you in the mouth!"This is how I offended X Haiying at the turn of spring and summer in 1974.More precisely, it was mid-April.Later, she sent me to buy fried lumps for her, and I wanted to spit in her lunch box again.But this stage passed quickly.