Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Columbus

spring rain.As light as a worry. Everyone thinks I'm a rough guy with the roughest ideas for a hundred miles in my head.But they can't feel my delicate heart, don't admit that I am a poet, they can only feel the great power of my rough thoughts and have full confidence in my ability.I showed them my writing, and they said that I was endowed with a unique talent and profound skills, and that it was better than most of the writing they had ever read.But they always think that in the future I will use a more simple and direct way to travel the rivers and lakes, accumulate ill-gotten wealth, forget the beauty of words in the sensuality, die like a pig and horse like everyone else, and will never be remembered.It is no longer the era of thousands of years ago, when a well-written article could harass the emperor and win fame in life and death; a piece of "Sapphire Case" could be used as a bank envoy to pay the bill for massage of the opposite sex.Now you have to rely on articles to make a living, and your life will be more miserable than that of prostitutes; having a strong sexual desire will not make your name go down in the history, but will only scare your budget for fighting chickens; The sisters would be like the peasant brother who laughed at Qi Baishi for exchanging the painted cabbage for the real cabbage, saying: "You want to exchange the fake one for my real one, you think I'm stupid, do you have shit in your head?"

I listened to Lao Chai's "Sorrow" in the rare empty dormitory.I don't know anything about music, and all folk music without lyrics will be heard as "Wu Geng Zhuan" and "Eighteen Touches", just like I can see erotic pictures from all modern paintings, and I can see all pagodas, missiles, etc. What rises up reminds me of the genitals.Lao Chai's "Sorrow" was given by my first love. It has gone through many vicissitudes from a token of love to a keepsake and then to a relic.I will only listen to it as an article, listen to the succession and integration of it, and think it is a good article.

When I was in the dormitory, I didn't think of these, but thought of all the weirdness with my first love.Peking University Jingyuan, after I finished telling the story with her, I immediately realized that I had made a mistake.In a person's life, there are no more than two aesthetic feelings that can last in his mind for a long time, and I picked one of them.I chopped roses and wrapped them in pies, and I pulled rainbows to tie my trousers.Xin Ni and Hopu both met my first love, and they explained the same principle from their respective perspectives.Xin Ning said that my first love is a person with a fairy air, which is rare in the world, and should be avoided as much as possible to prevent the crime of being pregnant.If you are too curious, you have to work hard to get along with each other, and go to bed out of bed. If the characters with fairy spirit are slept too much, the fairy spirit will gradually dissipate, and people will return to ordinary.Hopu said, it seems that there is a bump on the face, which is bright and glutinous, and the swelling is unbearable. The most sensible way is to ignore it. The water will flow and cloud, and the ashes will disappear. The bump will dry up and fall off. , will not be disfigured.If the hand is really itchy, you must squeeze it, then squeeze it clean, squeeze out all the pus, until it bleeds.

In the following summer vacation, her parents went to work at 8 o'clock in the morning, and I rode my bicycle across half of Beijing city, parked the car indiscriminately downstairs at her house, and appeared in front of her at 8:15.Then we held hands and watched the whole day to the sound of Old Chai's "Pathetic".Her parents get off work at 5:00 p.m., and I leave at 4:50 p.m. She accompanied me downstairs, dusted off the bicycle seat for me, and covered me with a polypropylene plastic bag to protect my butt when it rained Not getting drenched in the rain that collects in the car seat, and watching me disappear into the gray city.such a holiday.That holiday was very hot, and many old men and women were dying of heat.She habitually doesn't wear much, and through the short white shirt, you can clearly see the texture of her underwear.Two feet away from the sofa where we looked at each other was a huge Soviet-style wooden bed. The bed frame was painted with fourteen big red characters in black and white, "The sea depends on the helmsman, and everything grows on the sun", arranged in a semi-arc, because A long time ago, the handwriting has been somewhat mottled.The big bed was covered with a lake-blue sheet with mandarin ducks printed on it. Standing on the head of the bed, I felt the waves rippling, and I couldn't see the other side of the lake.My first love told me that the big bed was distributed to her family by her parents’ unit together with this house, it’s so stupid, it’s been a long time.I said that nine out of ten her parents completed the process of making her on this bed. I don’t know if she still remembers the scene at that time, what posture was used, whether her father was on top or her mother was on top.She called me dirty thinking.But all summer, I didn't have any evil thoughts.Under my palm, her body undulates, twists and turns, like a net of desire.In my heart, the moon and stars are sparse, and the waves are not happy.We hugged, time solidified around us like jelly, viscous, transparent and elastic, we were so far away, what we hugged each other seemed like an illusion.Before the vision, men could never take off their pants and show their pussies, never.

I myself still can't believe that I was once so pure. I think that in the following days, we must have doubted whether there were physical defects or psychological barriers in each other.However, after many years, I vaguely felt that it was us who we held hands and looked at each other at that time. Our nostalgia and doting on ourselves caused endless harm to ourselves and the kind-hearted people who love us for a long time afterwards. Trouble.The composition of the world should also be like the composition of matter, which can be analyzed step by step.I feel that my first love and I are like two worlds separated by a thick glass barrier. We can look at each other, but we cannot enter.If we change the posture, it may be more suitable for our communication, not to look at each other, but to feet to feet, or lips to lips, or penis to vulva.Various people with abnormal endowments and various religions have conducted various rigorous experiments in secret for a long time to study the ultimate form of communication among heaven, earth, man, god, space, and time. The conclusion is that there is no General rules.

I stayed in the empty dormitory, lit the third Hilton cigarette in the sound of Old Chai's "sorrowful", the tape she gave me was imported, even though it was a metal tape, I almost listened to it, I Decided to use "Pathetique" as the background music for my future wedding and funeral.If my parents don't do it, I will say that I will not have sex without "sorrow", and I will not have sex even if I don't use "sorrow". I am the same person as my first love, afraid of going to the West Tower and listening to cuckoos all my life. "Are you sad for Yue again?" Xin Yi came in, with a kebab in one hand and a bottle of Yanjing Beer in the other, smelling like sheep's butt.

"I miss you." "Teach you a way not to be annoying?" I ignored him, I knew he would ask and answer for himself until he finished eating the kebab in his hand. "Drink more water, drink more water." Xin Yi opened a bottle of beer, and swept a whole string of mutton into his mouth. "Drink plenty of water, eat moderately, and live a moderate life. Ninety percent of physical diseases will be cured. If you have sex three times a week, ninety percent of mental diseases will be cured. It's not new, I understand." "You haven't heard of the following. Drink plenty of water, don't pee for three days, and forget all your troubles; after three days, go to the toilet and shake it. It's so pleasant. Happiness is so easy to obtain."

"From now on, I will take a look at you every time I urinate, to let you know what it means to be full of urination." The spring rains continued.Lingering like worry. I sat on the white marble steps outside the human anatomy room. In the yard, the forsythia was bright yellow and the magnolia was white. This medical school has a long history and a great reputation.A school history is most of China's modern medical history.Under the steps where I sit, there is a stone tablet with a clear inscription: it was built in the seventh year of the Republic of China. Its original site was a palace.The courtyard is square and square, with houses on three sides and a door on one side. In the middle is a green brick courtyard with a circle on the inside and a square on the outside.The houses on three sides are paved with blue glaze, and the eaves are hung with corners. On the eaves, there are ferocious small animals and delicate immortals.

I took out a small bottle of GIN wine from my arms and took a sip, the fragrance of pine branches.I think Li Shangyin's "Leave the Residual Lotus to Listen to the Rain" and Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane" were produced in this kind of weather and in this kind of place.At this time, it is easy to have sexual hallucinations, imagine a girl with long hair and a long skirt sitting on the steps half a foot away from her, not saying a word, looking at the distance with misty eyes, and there is nothing in the distance.She just stays with you like this, helps you resolve those thoughts that cannot be expressed, and sighs occasionally, that's all right.

The wine he drank was foreign, and the labels were all in foreign languages.The wine was given by my brother.My brother is a tourist, specializing in activities that harm foreign friends and compatriots from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan.He often lives in hotels, and the shampoo, body wash, toothpaste, toothbrush, bath towel, and shoe brush I use come from different star hotels.Fortunately, I am not a girl, otherwise I would be regarded as a work-study program by my roommate, and I was often reserved by benefactors; moreover, the rich man was probably a mafia figure, and he would be shot for another place, and he would not let go.

When my brother checked out at the hotel, the waiter only checked whether the color TV and large pieces of furniture in the room were still there, and was very polite to him.The hotel manager had told them that when the hotel was in a downturn, people like my brother had customers; especially don't argue with my brother, he was a farmer. My elder brother originally studied English. The first time he joined the group were two Americans, an old couple, both teachers.My brother was very excited before leading the group. He said that this time he finally had the opportunity to practice English. He said that he must practice English well in the future. He speaks English with a loud voice like farting and is in a good mood. He said that he will teach after he has practiced. Me, I will be able to meet foreign girls in the future. As a result of the matter, the old couple complained to the elder brother, saying that he really did not understand English.My brother didn't master English, but the two Americans were forced to learn a lot of Chinese. One of the words was "wo fuck". My brother told them that the meaning and pronunciation of that word were basically the same as "what's up". Since then, my brother has never led an English tour group again. When he met an English tour group, he pushed it as soon as he could. If he couldn’t push it, he told the leader, don’t blame him if he failed, and then forced me to skip class to lead the tour group for him, saying I am not too young anymore, saying that the children of the poor should be in charge of the family early, and give me a great opportunity to earn money from drinking.My brother would also give me his walkman-sized pager, saying it was convenient to contact.In the early 1990s, the pager was definitely a new thing. I carried it on my waist, like a box gun, and I was afraid that others would see it, and even more afraid that others would not see it. It was awkward and airy. Brothers had their glory days.That was in the mid-to-late 1980s. At that time, it seemed that only those who were engaged in tourism could see foreign money. The girls who could go to the front desk of the hotel were like the beauties who were shortlisted for Miss Asia. Just open another door, a road paved with diamonds right in front of you.Brothers resell foreign exchange and electrical indicators, "step on the brakes", take kickbacks, pimp, and do everything except murder and profiteering.At that time, I spent a lot of money with them, listening to singers singing in restaurants, and eating restaurants with a table of 2,000 yuan.Later, the masses woke up and started to think of ways to make money. The superiority of the brothers was like a balloon with a small hole in it, and it quickly deflated. With the rain still falling, I took another sip of the wine and dried the bottle.As soon as I stretched out my hand, I put the empty bottle into the rain to see how much rain drifted in.The non-existent rapunzel next to me gave me a puzzled look. "See how many tears you shed for me." I explained. The spring rains are continuous and lingering. I just had a final review of the body in the autopsy room, going over the main structures, the floor was greasy underfoot, and the smell of the embalming agent made me sick.I know that in this bitter rainy weather, ghosts are used to exchanging emotions in such an environment.Mr. Bai said that the various organs in the specimen cabinets on both sides of the corridor of the dissecting room belonged to various celebrities in different historical periods, famous actors, wealthy businessmen, robbers, and courtiers.One day during the Anti-Japanese War, it is said that the skull of the famous Beijinger mysteriously disappeared from here.Those organs were soaked in formalin, with expressionless faces, looking pale and old through the glass bottle, as if they had no memory of their afterlife.People, the same beginning and end.How are Pearl Buck's ovaries, Yang Xiaolou's lungs, and Zhang Xueliang's teeth different from others? I need to get out of here for a while.My sister wants me to meet someone. My place in the family is very important.I lived a happy life since I was a child. My brother fought for me, gave me pocket money, my sister washed my clothes for me, and told me that the girl was worth chasing.Although I am lazy and can't talk about life and death, I frowned when I was born. I could talk at half a year old. Concentrate the wisdom of the home.My sister found a job after graduating from university. She had to take a bus for an hour and a half to get to work. Because she couldn't bear the crowded bus and the conductor's abuse, she almost got into a car accident while riding a bicycle. In a fit of anger, she went to the United States four years ago to find the truth.The elder sister who once won the Beijing Junior Shot Put Championship is an oriental beauty in the eyes of foreigners, and love in exotic places is as endless as weeds on the roadside.However, my sister believes in my wisdom. Before developing a relationship, she always asks me to check and use my wisdom to weigh the weight of the foreign brothers. Most of these people are silly and cute.Five hundred years ago, Columbus foolishly mistook America for India, and even deceived the local natives into joy.How rustic the natives were at that time!If Eunuch Zheng He got there, what kind of feeling would he have?Isn't it like driving a 30-ton tank through the passage of time and space, facing Wang Jian's 600,000 Qin soldiers? "He's different." My sister would say that every time, although every time it was different, "He is very smart, he can play bridge, he can write modern poetry, and he is a wit." "What's your excuse for going to see him?" I asked. "I asked him to bring you something, a short-sleeved shirt from Stanford University, and a novel by Philip Roth. You go to the restaurant to find him, and bring him something." My sister said on the phone. "What novel?" I was more interested in the novel than the unknown American soil turtle. "I can't remember either. You'll know it when you see it. Anyway, it's on your reading list." My sister loved me very much. I was admitted to that famous medical school. My sister proposed to sponsor me to travel around China during school.I said I should pay the book bill for me, so I made a four-page book list and asked her to buy the English novels I wanted to read. "Okay, I'll buy him some breakfast at the 'Puwufang' at Donghuamen in Wangfujing, how about strawberry cake? He must be hungry." "Okay. But you have to call before you go, set a time, ask how to get there, order it in advance, and count the traffic jam time." "Okay, save some money for long-distance calls. It's not the first time for me. I'll write an appraisal report and send it to you later."