Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Car Wash

I met Qiu Shui at the car wash bar, and my first impression was that his eyes were unusually bright. Car Wash is one of my go-to bars.The car wash is a little south of the east gate of the Workers Stadium. It turns out that it is really a car wash place.People waiting for the car wash wanted to sit down, have a drink, and chat, and then there was a car wash bar.If you go through Gongti East Road, you have to go to a bridge, cross a canal, and go through a cypress forest, which is quite deep.The bar is built with red bricks and logs next to the original car wash, which is still doing car washing.In the bar, there are tables and chairs made of logs, and the brick walls are riveted with car license plates from all over the world, giving people the feeling of an international car thief club; people who have been to the bar often touch their cars subconsciously after washing their cars in the car wash next door Back ass, make sure the license plate is still there, at least I am.The bar is not big, and it will be full after a while. When the weather is not cold, the tables are put outside, and the sound of running water can be heard outside the house, and the smell of cypress trees can be smelled.

Now, near Sanlitun and Gongti, there are a lot of bars, in groups of three or four, occupying several streets, and one can walk to another without a seat.At night, on the left and right sides of Dongdaqiao Xiejie, there are willows and willows, and fireworks are fluttering. Women of all colors stand on the street. Most of them don’t look like local people. , or simply a chicken; in fact, it is as easy for a bar area to become a red-light district as for a policeman to become a hooligan. It is only a matter of time or how outsiders see them.I used to go to primary and secondary schools in this area. At that time, there were no such bars, only auto parts sellers, who gathered on Zhongfang Road, disassembled stolen cars and shipped them to various stores.If there were these things at that time, I would definitely become a bad boy, I have potential; my mother recalled that when I was three years old, I knew to kiss my sister who was one year younger than me, and it was still the kind of wet tongue with saliva My dear, is a prostitute.I went from elementary school to Ph.D., and I also studied a master of business administration. I have the ability to manage the world and help the people.But the adulterous embryo didn't develop into an adulterer, it remained in the brain like a teratoma, with teeth, hair and a penis, which was difficult to digest.I once contemplated turning my wife into a slut so that I could legally settle the slut in my head.I searched "Meat Futon", "Ruyi Jun Zhuan", "Dengcao Monk", Indian, Henry Miller's two "Tropical Lines", "My Secret Life" in English, "Fanny Hill", and In the recent issues of "The Attic", my wife was born in an English language and literature class, and has a good foundation in English and ancient Chinese.I visited the Hongqiao flea market a few times, and I collected some secret play pictures and magnetic secret play dolls, front and back, left and right, with various postures. The second-hand dealers said that they were used as physiological and hygiene textbooks and teaching aids in ancient times. Yes, before the girl got married, the mother turned it out from the bottom of the box and showed it to her daughter, so as not to distinguish the urethra from the vulva, which made the in-laws laugh, saying that it was not like a rich family.But just thinking about it, I locked all the collected materials in the company's safe, and put them together with my fake accounts and black money, reflecting a similar nature.

My wife has a short stature, a powerful face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, her short hair is in order, and her unyielding expression makes me believe that all the rumors about Liu Hulan are true.I have been married for five years, and when I entered her body, she still had a very painful expression on her face, as if half of the guillotine had been pressed into her neck.So far, I can only use a posture that is most in line with traditional Christianity. My wife said that I can't treat her like a chicken.My secretary had a new long spike of hair and a new pair of floral stockings the other day, and she said that she recently read a book that says great businessmen never bring back briefcases and sex Home, business is business, business is business.And I am a variable.The briefcase was taken home even if it was empty; in the office, there was no sign of masturbation.My secretary also asked me, I know my wife so well, I don’t avoid urinating, and I belong to close relatives. When I have sex, do I feel guilty about incest.I really don't know what books are being sold on the bookstalls now, and I don't understand what the little girls think.Although my secretary is obviously suspected of sexual harassment, I understand that I have no way to sue her. One of the necessary factors for the establishment of sexual harassment is that the superior uses power to take advantage of it. Here I am the superior, and my secretary is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

My wife never wears perfume and she is allergic to it.I didn't know it before, but I simply thought that Easterners don't have strong glandular secretions like Westerners, so there's no need to use perfume.An old lover of mine gave birth to a son for a short, black and fat man. She came to see me two years later and let me know. I said, "I knew from junior high school that you have a good-looking man, and you will definitely be a hero mother." Zhizhi hugged her excitedly, and she smelled fragrant.After returning home, my wife said that I had an evil spirit on me. She carefully sniffed my leather shoes, suit, shirt, underwear and socks.Ten minutes later, she had large wheals all over her body, like sugar triangles from which sugar had been steamed when she was a child.She told me that she was allergic to perfume, and she said that I might as well kill her. She called her father: "Help!" Her father is the chief of the public security bureau, and he slapped a palm-wide belt all the year round.Then she regretted that she should have smelled the shoes and suit first, stopped for twenty minutes, and then smelled the shirt and panties.If she got rubella after smelling her panties, she would make me the first eunuch in New China.

Fortunately, there is a bar where you can drink.I like to sit in a fixed dark corner in the car wash, order a bottle of Yanjing beer and a square mug, and see all the people in the bar from the corner.I think the bar is like a stomach sac, people drink alcohol to digest thoughts that can't be digested elsewhere, and then urinate out, forgetting things that shouldn't be remembered.Soaked in beer, the terrified thoughts in my head are flying; the days of pubs have been long, and it has gradually become very experienced.Its celestial eyes can tell which are chickens, which are ducks, which are geese, which are homosexuals, who are drug addicts, and who are just students from the eight major art academies in Beijing to make friends with gangsters.Drug addicts are easier to recognize, with a faint metallic luster on their faces.Some eye shadows and lipsticks want to imitate this effect, but it is impossible to imitate it.The luster of cosmetics is only as deep as a layer of skin. The color of drug addicts comes from flesh, blood, and bones.Homosexuality is difficult to recognize, there is no fixed pattern, and misunderstandings often arise.Wearing an earring can be just because you are happy, wearing lipstick may be improvised by a wayward girlfriend, but the key is to look at the eyes, the coquettishness and thoughtfulness in the eyes.Leisurely understanding, the beauty is difficult to tell the king.I sit quietly in a wooden chair, music and human voices rise and fall under my feet like a tide, coniferous cypresses, running water, perfume, French fries and popularity solidify around me, viscous and transparent, like a spider trapped in amber , did not feel all the powerful things in the world coming quietly.In fact, this world is also a stomach sac, we toss in it, slowly wear away, and finally return to the common nothingness.The world remembers nothing.

Occasionally chickens come to strike up a conversation with me, and I wear shirts of famous Italian brands, which have not been pirated in the Xiushui clothing market in Yonganli; most of the chickens here have seen foreign guns and cannons, and they have good taste.Some chickens are very straightforward, walking over with a cigarette between their index and middle fingers, grabbing a stool very close to me, and sitting down.The strange thing is that I can't see her face clearly, but under the table, seeping through the thin stockings, I feel the heat of her body, and her hair brushes against my face, but I am too old to blush.Her powder is not well applied, and the neck and chest are not the same color under the dim light. I think of the farce I played with drawing software when I was in college. I scanned the head of a male professor and placed it on an unknown female nude, except for the neck. There is a faint boundary line with the chest, and the rest is as natural as it is.What's interesting is that the extremely boring head is paired with a beautiful body, adding a kind of strange vividness, the angry expression becomes coquettish, and the dullness becomes blurred.She took a puff of cigarette, expelled it from her nostrils, then smiled at me through the smoke, and said, "If you are impotent, I can chat with you. I took the adult college entrance examination and studied psychology." I raised my orchid fingers, very charming With a smile, he said, "We are colleagues, get out of here."

After staying in one place for a long time, it is inevitable that there will be a few familiar men, all of whom are hard-working people.Occasionally say hello, have a drink together, and pay their own bills.Such chats seldom involve each other's specific situation. We don't talk about the company's purchase, storage and sales, but we discuss whether women's breasts are true or false.If it is found to be false, then discuss whether it was surgery or a magic bra.Whether it is surgical technique or bra craftsmanship, it is getting better every day, and our disputes are increasing.Sometimes the fight is fierce, and each has his own opinion. If the object of the argument is a chicken, we will bet.Call the girl over, buy her a drink, let her be the referee, and the loser pays the bill. The interesting thing is that in this case, the girls are honest and honest, and they never lie.On rare occasions, we also get it wrong.Some people are coquettish on the surface and quiet in heart. Although they have a chicken attitude, they are definitely responsible people. They teach junior high school politics, socialist spiritual civilization construction, etc., or sell bedding in a famous department store, but they are occasionally harassed by their superiors. .We will also treat her to a glass of wine, and then suggest her to enter the industry, follow the call of the heart, and take a path that others don't usually take.When I am more interested, I will help her design and teach her unruly boss.For example, as soon as she pulled the curtain, it indicated that there was a situation, just like in the past to notify the underground party comrades in revolutionary movies.All the silver taels she gets will go to her, buy more beautiful clothes, attract more harassment, we will catch more rapes, get more silver taels, buy more beautiful clothes, and thus enter into a virtuous circle.There is a fashion designer surnamed Fang, who has been designing uniforms for civil aviation, postal service, security, police, doctor, restaurant, waiter, cleaning, and cooking since his debut. He is well-known in this industry. , looking like a villain, feeling that he has found his place in this world.He said that a uniform should also be designed for the chickens, which can be worn when going to get off work and taken off when off work as a lady.Everyone said that he had no sentimentality, so he yelled among the flowers, cooked cranes and burned qin, and ate human meat buns stuffed with Xi Shi.Recognition is the most interesting part of the whole process. Fighting wits and courage, and endless changes, together with bargaining in advance and paying afterward, make people different from pigs and dogs in this matter.But we were bored, so we still asked the owner of the bar for a few blank sheets of paper, let Fang write the pen, and everyone gave us ideas.The color is agreed to remain black, and should be divided into summer uniforms, winter uniforms, combat uniforms, training uniforms, summer uniforms and winter uniforms according to seasons and occasions. There should be two different textures of silk and leather. There should be epaulets and collar flowers to indicate grades, medals, Ribbons indicate merit.Everyone laughed when she finally came out. On the paper was a woman with big breasts, black clothes and boots, black hard shell hat, wristbands with straps, wide-open phoenix eyes, raised eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth turned down.If you add a leather whip, add a sentence of "cruel and strict slave training", and add a phone number, it will look like an advertisement in a foreign tertiary magazine that attracts male masochists.That piece of paper was later taken away by the bar owner, who randomly pinned it to the wine cabinet on the bar counter with thumbtacks, and he waived our drink bill that night.

I consulted an obstetrician and gynecologist, and she said that the deformity was originally my brother or sister, and I was a killer. I digested my brother or sister and deprived them of the opportunity to do anything wrong. I'm used to sitting in this corner, I have a lot of habits.In the company's bathroom, I used to use the pit on the farthest east side. I stubbornly believed that the pit had the best feng shui, and the poop was hot.But for several days in a row, the corner of my car wash was occupied by a tall and thin boy who also drank Yanjing beer from a square cup.I'd be constipated if my slot in the company was always taken by someone else.I am confused by him.His eyes are very bright, shining in dark corners, like a four-legged beast; my wife told me that when I first started doing business, there was also a green light in my eyes, but now it is so dim that it is almost gone.I was vaguely aware of my adolescent state of being in this boy, and perhaps this boy also had a freak in his head, and this discovery made me shudder.

I went to sit opposite him, and I told him that I often sit here, and he said, "Yes." I asked him why his eyes were so bright, and he told me that he always took cod liver oil capsules when he was a child, and he said he was studying medicine, He also told me that he was doing research on bringing people who died under certain circumstances back to life, involving various concepts of space, time, etc. that used to confuse me.His surname is Qiu, the same surname as the incomparably tough woman in the late Qing Dynasty, named Qiushui, which is the same as a chapter in Zhuang Zhou's "South China Classic".In today's era of pagers, some people with small surnames rely on one or two people with the same name in history to communicate with Miss Hutai, such as "The surname is Ha, the one with no nose Hamichi", "The surname is Zhan, the Zhan of Zhan Tianyou".That strange woman surnamed Qiu would not have imagined that a hundred years later she would be commemorated in this form, generating the value of existence.

I have also chatted with strangers in the car wash before, and I have heard a lot of people's stories.Some people are like newspapers, their stories are written all over their faces, some people are like radios, they are dead when they are off, but if you find the right switch and the right station, they will chatter until you turn them off, or It's battery drain.Qiu Shui is not a radio, he is a bunch of semiconductor components.I spent a lot of time designing the wiring, assembling it, and installing the switches.His eyes are so bright, I think the tone should be good. Qiu Shui told me a story about growing up, which made me feel extremely irritable that night, and I can't even tell the truth of the story.He said he was not clear about the theme of the story and could not understand the significance of all the important details.I told Qiushui that there are two ways to grow up in the world, one is to understand, and the other is to forget what you can't understand, and have no worries in your heart.All grow up the latter way.

I paid my drink bill, walked pole after pole, and came home very late.I called my old flame and asked her how the baby was doing.She asked me if I knew what time it was.My old lover told me that the baby is sleeping and it smells good.