Chapter 16 sixteen

sixteen In Homecoming, there is something that makes me restless day and night.Before that, we must first explain what Homecoming is.Proust wrote a book about what happened to him.These things look like a person lying at the bottom of a river under a spell, watching the gurgling water, sparkling light, fallen leaves, driftwood, and empty glass bottles all flow past him.How to translate the title of this book is a lot of work for translators.The most recent translation is recalling the past.It sounds like Proust had been dead for a long time when he wrote the book, and then cheated on the body.And it's not easy to read.

According to my reading of Prussia's book, it would be right to translate it as Years Flying like Water.It's a good name.Now there is no owner for this name. I will ask for it first. When Proust comes to ask for it, I will give it back to him. I respect the dead old man. Homecoming is everything a person has, and only this thing truly belongs to you.Everything else is a moment of joy and misfortune, and in a blink of an eye, it has gone to the year that is passing by.No one I know values ​​their Homecoming.They didn't even know that they still had such a thing, so they all seemed to have lost their souls.

Now it's time to talk about Mr. Liu.To talk about this matter, there is still a lot of background to talk about. First of all, we need to talk about Mr. Liu's appearance.At that time, he was still alive and living next door to my house.At that time, he had white hair, a red face, and a smirk all over his face.Holding a rattan cane, I run around like flying, but my feet have no roots, and my ankles are soft, so I feel like rolling and crawling. If I don’t eat at my house, I will go to the acquaintance’s house to play the autumn wind, and I will blow it when I come back after eating good food.He is still a rascal, he talks endlessly, and he always plays chess with my father until twelve o'clock at night.In my opinion, it's bad chess, otherwise how can we play twenty games in one night.

When Mr. Liu was in a hurry, he ran towards the toilet, unbuttoning his belt crazily as he ran. Once, a middle-aged woman just came out of the women's toilet, and mistakenly thought that Mr. Liu was running towards her, she screamed and fainted. past. Next, let’s talk about the location—the mining institute.Of course, it may not be a mine.At that time, the mining institute was moved to a valley in Sichuan to continue the operation (Chairman Mao said, the university will continue to run it), but the people in the mine institute said that there was Keshan disease in that valley, and the ventricles became hypertrophy after getting it.The military propaganda team in charge said, "You have mental illnesses, so your ventricles are hypertrophy; I don't have mental illnesses, so I don't have hypertrophy."Just after saying this, he also gained weight.So everyone ran back to Beijing. The original school building was occupied, and everyone crowded into the one-story house behind, lively and lively.My parents also ran back. I was jumping in the queue in the suburbs of Beijing, and I also ran back with a small bell.The family gathers together to share family happiness.

Unexpectedly, extreme joy begets sorrow, and a group of not fat military propaganda teams were sent from above.Notify the left-behind office that all those who return to Beijing must return to work in Sichuan, and those who do not return will stop receiving wages.Only hypertrophy to the third stage or old and incapable exceptions.Later came a rule that the third-term and the elderly should only be paid a living wage, so as to save you from lending money to the sick.The chief who came up with this idea later gave birth to a child without an ass hole, and my mother performed an operation to give the child an artificial anus.This story tells us that with the development of medicine, it doesn’t matter if you do some immoral things. If you have a child without an asshole, you can have an artificial anus. What are you afraid of?

Then it's time to talk about time, that is, after the arrival of the not fat military propaganda team, the people from the mining institute gradually returned to Sichuan.My father and mother also went back.Two days after my parents left, Mr. Liu died.Before he died, there were only three people left in the small bungalow behind the mine, including me, Xiao Zhuanling, and Mr. Liu.It's not bad for me, because my parents are not free when they are here, and they don't allow me to share a bed with Xiao Zhuanling.