Chapter 9 Nine

Nine Time flies like water, and in a blink of an eye, it is the age of forty.Like everyone else, I gradually became accustomed to the things around me.The past is past, and the unpast should not surprise me.Only Mr. Li's glans hematoma and Mr. He's matter can't be forgotten. In the winter of that year, there was no sunny day in Beijing, and the sun could not be seen.At that time, the mining yard was a large yard with a square of one kilometer, two-thirds of which was covered with pine forests.At that time, many people (revolutionary teachers and students, revolutionary workers) came to the mine from all directions. After eating corned buns, they could not find a toilet, and they ate wild excrement in the pine forest.At that time, the big-character posters on the road of the mining institute were laminated layer by layer, pasted to a thickness, and then with a loud bang, the layer collapsed.Xu You's grandmother, who was seventy-eight years old, was frightened to death by the sound when she encountered a big-character poster with the back of her head collapsed.At that time, there were many tweeters in the mining yard, which kept ringing day and night.Later, our peers couldn't learn English well: their ears were bad, and they couldn't hear voiceless consonants.At that time, there was a lot of rotten paper, and there were many children who picked up rotten paper, driving their homemade carts, gliding gracefully on the road.At that time many madmen were released and worshipped.At that time, I had just passed the year of ambition, and my eyes were wide open, and I saw everything in my eyes.

If I were to write all this, I would use a history pen.I don't have this pen yet.So when I describe my time in Homecoming, I can only talk about glans penis hematoma and Mr. He jumping off the building. Neither of these two things happened to me (fortunately), but they have a lot to do with me. Before leaving this topic, let's talk about something else.Xu You and I made explosives, which fell into the hands of the security team. At that time, I had a manuscript of a novel with me, which was co-authored by Ji Tou, a young scholar in our courtyard.Wang Er did not sign the pen, but Jitou.He made a big mistake and used his real name in the novel, in which he talked about the ranks of the heroes of the mining institute, and also mentioned our various great achievements, flying over eaves and walls, throwing bricks and tiles and so on.The most inappropriate thing is to write about my smashing of Master Feng's window, and then I fell into the hands of Master Feng, who broke my waist.This incident tells us that you cannot use your real name when writing a novel, especially the positive characters in the novel.So in this book, none of the names are real.The little Zhuanling may not be the little Zhuanling, she is the Great Bell of Yongle.Wang Er is not Wang Er, he is Li Mazi.The Mining Institute is not a mining institute, it is Zhongshan Medical College.Lines are not lines either, she is a hemp bag.The place Mr. Li went to later may not be Anyang, but another place in China.The names aren't real, the places aren't real, the only thing that's real is what I write about.Whether it's a glans hematoma or Mr. He jumped off the building, it's all true. Why should I make up such a thing?