Chapter 6 six

six When I went to the countryside, Xianxian didn't go with me to Yunnan to jump in the queue.She left the cadre school with her parents, but she was actually going after Mr. Li.Of course, their situation is different. When they go to the cadre school, the lines are family members, and it is very easy to like to work or not to work.But Mr. Li is a Trotskyist and has to do everything.Later, it was not said that he was a Trotskyite, and the cadre school was in charge of the master worker. He felt that the glans hematoma was not pleasing to the eye, so he continued to repair it.There is a so-called four tiredness in the local rural work, which are:

Drilling wells, stripping billets, plucking wheat, fucking. He's done everything but the last one.In addition, picking excrement and urine, excavating earthwork, masons, and carpenters; digging rivers in early spring, and looking green in midsummer.Watching at night, he was severely beaten by the old farmer who stole things.Fortunately, I grew up eating beef, and my body is in good shape. In addition, I am still young, less than thirty years old; Now when people in the department talk about Mr. Li, they all admire his performance when he was in the cadre school.It is not easy to say that he is an intellectual who grew up overseas, and he can bear these things.What is even more rare is that he works hard without complaint, and has no complaints about the country or the party. He is really a good comrade, and he should be promoted to join the party.But Mr. Li said that with his notoriety of glans hematoma, he might discredit the party—let’s wait.

According to the line, Mr. Li's performance at that time was really interesting.He did whatever he was asked to do, with the smirk of being packed all the time on his face.She thinks the big ET of glans hematoma is so fun.If it weren't for the many eyes and ears in the cadre school, she would have gotten into trouble with him long ago. Later, Mr. Li himself said to me, brother, we are alumni, peers, and colleagues, and you even gave me steamed buns back then, which is an unusual relationship.So, let me tell you the truth.When I was in the cadre school, I was losing my sense of common sense, and I felt that I was being tricked by others.It is unbelievable that someone who is a student of the scientific method like me should have this idea.But when I think about the things I encountered in the mainland, it was hematoma, Trotskyite, and baldness. It was even weirder than superstition.There is one more strange thing: after work every day, there must be a note on the bed.So I would rather believe that I offended someone and was being teased.The first suspicious person was my Indian senior fellow in the same dormitory when I was in college.Once I thought he was burning incense in the room, so I went into the toilet to make some noise for him, and turned the toilet bowl seven or eight times in a row.This time he offended him, and he made me have a nightmare from which I could not wake up for three years.Now that you have encountered such an unnatural force, it is better to submit obediently, so as not to suffer even more.Mr. Li's work in the cadre school was like this.

When Mr. Li was in the cadre school, I jumped in the queue in Yunnan, met Chen Qingyang, and no longer cared about lines, but sometimes I still thought about Mr. He.I figured out why Mr. He asked the child to go away when he was dying. It was because he didn't like people watching when he died. Before the "Cultural Revolution", there was a club in the mine. On summer nights, from eight to eleven o'clock, the lights were always on, and poker, chess, etc. were available.There were ceiling fans and lace on the sofa, which was cool and roomy.Every night I go there to play chess.One day someone told Mr. He that Wang Er's chess is very good.Mr. He has oily black hair (dyed), manicured nails, and a rich, dignified voice.His chess is also good, but he can't beat me.But he often comes to play chess with me, and he is not ashamed when he loses.

When Mr. He died, his hair was half black and half white, very ugly.His hands were clasped behind his back, his neck was nestled, and his posture was unnatural.Overall, he died like a groundhog.Mr. He must have foreseen that he will not look good after death, so he doesn't want others to see him. After Mr. He's body was taken away, his mind was still underground.The police told the people in the mine that you should deal with these things yourself.The staff of the mining institute thought for a while and said: Let the family members take care of it, leave a few people to look at the corpse, and the others will disperse.When it was dark and the family members hadn't come, those few people got angry and said: "If love comes or not, let's go too, and leave these things to feed the crows."It was windy when it was getting dark, and it was very cold.

When I was in Yunnan, I remembered another incident about Mr. He.During the autopsy, it was found that Mr. He's big gun was thick and long, and it was completely erected.If you think about it before having sex, you will lose all desire and don't want to do it at all.