Chapter 21 Appendix 1 Chapter Zero: Apocrypha

In the fifty-eighth year of the People's Republic of China, in the ninety-sixth year of the Republic of China, on March 8, 2007, I was sitting in the waiting hall of Lanzhou Airport. It was snowing heavily outside the window. I waited inside the window for the defrosting of the plane bound for Dunhuang to finish. The client is a national oil company, which spends hundreds of billions of money on fixed assets every year.The headquarters always wants to take over the right to spend money, and the regional companies always say, fuck you.Originally, a female colleague of mine was supposed to be on a business trip when I went to the regional company for an interview, but she had a miscarriage the day before yesterday, and she was suffering physically and mentally. She didn’t understand why the meat in her stomach was sentenced to death. .

The first stop was Lanzhou. I took a taxi from the airport. The trees on the side of the road grew harsher than other places. They slouched their shoulders and shrunk their chins, not like a good person.After lunch, I started drinking, eating noodles, and smoking Lanzhou brand cigarettes. There are purple-blue flying apsaras on the cigarette shells.The vice president in charge of hospitality said, I will take you to the city at night. Lanzhou is like Hong Kong at night and Afghanistan during the day. We are all Taliban. Fuck the little bastards at the headquarters a thousand times.The last sentence was the voice in his stomach, and I heard it without listening carefully.

The second stop was Dunhuang, the rear headquarters of Qinghai Company.It is said that Qinghai Company has three headquarters, two in the desert basin and one in Dunhuang. The three headquarters form a triangle and are separated by 600 kilometers in the Gobi saline-alkali land.There are two ways to communicate with each other, helicopter and Toyota bully.Helicopters fly fast and die quickly. The big bully is strong, and the people who sit on the big bully have to grow strong buttocks, and the tip of the tailbone is flattened. Sitting at Lanzhou Airport for a long time, I bought instant noodles twice and soaked them in hot water.The broadcast first said that the plane was delayed because the plane was delayed, and then said that the plane was delayed because of the weather, and then, I saw two people climbed onto the tail of the plane without any protection, and scraped the ice on the tail with a shovel, freezing Like a grandson.

After the ice cubes disappeared, I was notified to get on the plane. I found a seat in the front row and sat next to a fat man with sunken eye sockets.Before the plane took off, a flight attendant with big breasts told the big fat man next to me that the plane is too small and needs to be balanced. You should sit in the last row on the left.The big fat man blushed, pointed at me, and said in unclear Chinese, why don't you let this person move?The lady-in-law said that he was as thin as a pole, which didn't help.The big fat man blushed again and said, why don't you sit in the back?You're not as skinny as a pole.The flight attendant blushed and said, believe it or not, I will ask the police to throw you out?

Coming down from Dunhuang Airport, the sky is blue, the ground is yellow, the trees are smaller, but they are not insignificant, the leaves are sparse, the spirit is strong, and they are condensed into bunches, like fakirs who have not eaten for seven days and seven nights.The front hall of the hotel is huge, with golden dragons flying on the pillars and goldfish flying in the pool. When I talked with the front desk staff, I felt that we were all very small. Because of the echo, it was still unreal to raise our voices. After checking in, a thin man stubbed out his cigarette and followed me into the elevator. He was thin but not obscene.He took out a roll of paper from his pocket and said, I picked it up last week at the back of Mingsha Mountain. The things I picked up at the back of the mountain are all from the Tang Dynasty or before the Tang Dynasty. I also found some tiger bones and teeth. , take a look, how much is it worth, do you want to buy it or not.I am familiar with ancient jade and know nothing about old books, but I know that one hundred out of one hundred of this kind of thing is fake. If it is true, it is because the antique dealer made a mistake and got it wrong for you.

I didn't dare to get started, fearing that I might touch porcelain, so I glanced at it quietly. The paper is really yellow and thin, and it looks really old, as if it would break if blown on. A monk, with a face like a full moon, a graceful body, a hooked waist, and a spine like a spring, is giving himself oral sex. The brushwork is similar to Shi Tao in the late Ming Dynasty, and it is similar to the murals I saw in the toilet of the Peking University library.I said, the four volumes of the first edition of Mao Zedong's anthology sell for 15 yuan in Chinese bookstores, and I will also offer 15 yuan.The thin man said, add another five yuan, here you go.I said, good.

I washed my hands and watched overnight.It snowed heavily that night, like a bodhi tree leaf, like a palm, like a ferry boat.The moon was thin and narrow, but it was extremely bright. After turning off the lights in the hotel room and closing all the curtains, it still couldn't cover it, and it pierced directly into the chest.The writing style of the examination paper is average, and the writing is mixed with white. It is obvious that many people have repeatedly read and tampered with it after drinking, drugging, and women. , made substantial contributions to the final version.Among Zen monks, illiterates and Zen monks have always been abundant. Seeing the Buddha, practicing the Buddha, seeing the ancestors and the ancestors, even the most fundamental altar sutra of the pope has been changed beyond recognition.I can't fully distinguish the authenticity of this volume of "Bu Er Jia B Jing" and the order of additions and changes, but after reading it, I have inexplicable insomnia, and then I have repeated dreams, dreaming that a fat man who is not of my Han race buried his penis in the void of my race Sister-in-law's double breasts, then sat up in the early morning, turned on the computer, and as another obscene and sad man, while typing, he wantonly tampered with this Dunhuang paper that was difficult to distinguish between authenticity and falsehood.