《Curtain Call》


 Little Yangchun

    Lin Jian never thought he was doing that as a sin. He just thought it was a relief, a pleasure, a natural thing to do. It wasn''t until he heard the word - masturbation - from the boys'' jokes that he instantly understood. He realized that he had been doing something unspeakable since he was a child, something forbidden that could not be discussed seriously. That day, he grew up and was forced to grow up.


    It started in the fourth grade, when he moved with his mother from his rural home to the city where his father worked. It was a hot city, with heat waves on the asphalt during the day, but it would give him pleasure at night.


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    The mother was afraid that she would be away from home and could not take care of her son''s diet, so she hired a nanny, Xiuli, to take care of the household chores. Zhang Xiuli is also a foreigner, but will be fluent in the local dialect, his man works in the factory, living in a group dormitory. She does not live through, and does not like to spend the day on the assembly line, so she simply go out. A friend introduced Xiu Li to Qiu Li, Chen Qiu Li look at her hardworking and willing to work, but also know the dialect can tease the children, stay with her at home, also counted as a personal favor.


    Father Xia He also did not object, the matter was settled. Xia He now has Qiu Li on the side to help her take care of the daily work of the garment factory, so she can free up her hands to focus on designing winter clothes, so as to prepare for the autumn exhibition.


    It''s just that parents all over the world always seem to forget about their children when they think about their families. Because they are young they don''t take their feelings into account. Lin Jian didn''t like this kind of life. His mother went out early in the morning to the factory and came back very late. Even at night, his mother could no longer be by his side because she now had to sleep in a bed with a strange man she had never seen. Perhaps he had seen him, only in a childhood that he did not yet remember.


    He could only cry to express his discontent, to cry against his mother''s cruel arrangement. The first morning she opened the door to go out he was like a puppy with a sad face, a snotty nose and a tear, shouting not to go, using the rural dialect to curse her rotten mother. Although Qiu Li is also heartbroken, but still teeth a cross. Listen to Xia He, can not spoil him too much! The mouth boom out: "Dad is still waiting for mommy down there, Jian''er good, play with Aunt Xiu Li at home ah."


    The door closed with a bang, Lin Jian like being thrown a slap which kind of shame red face, ran back to the room.


    Xiu Li is only just over thirty, not at all the age of an aunt, and has a natural and excessive motherly love for her children. She comforted the bereaved dog, telling him that his mother was just out working and would be back in the evening. He did not believe me and continued to cry. The company''s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. The attractive color like breast milk makes him forget his mother, he took the milk candy away, the look like a puppy eager to Karma drink finally grabbed the teat from the mouth of his companion.


    Lin Jian''s favorite part is the night. At first, when his mother drove him to sleep with Xiu Li, he cried for a long time. But now he is not afraid to burrow into Xiu Li''s warm chest. He had seen the snow-white peaks between his head and hands when Xiuli had given him a bath - two tempting candies. The love for Xiu Li soon seeped into his mind, crowding out the place that originally belonged to his mother. In particular, he could greedily, unknowingly and contentedly enjoy the touch of Soo Ri''s silky, plump peaks coming from his side in the embrace of the night, and feel a slight tide of warmth. In order not to let Xiu Li notice that he was pretending to sleep, he had to lie still and try not to make any movements. Time stands still in this heavenly land, which belongs to him in the garden of Eden flowing with honey and milk.


    He loved these nights, more comfortable next to Xulie than leaning his neck into the thick, fluffy fur of his grandfather''s yellow dog. He slept in this land of honey and milk every night until he learned to masturbate.


    Usually when Xiu Li gives Lin Jian a bath, she also helps him clean that thing, and the two are not ashamed. One still does not know what to do, one has long been familiar with it. But, perhaps it is precocious, this time under the gentle touch of those rough hands that remain a little tender, it instinctively swells up. Although such a touch like lightning only a moment, but the strong impact is like a film imprinted into the mind, can not be washed out. The actual fact that Xiu Li noticed the difference, only to laugh and say: "Our little Jian also grew up, is a man. In the future, you should also learn to take a bath by yourself." Amidst the laughter Lin Jian blushed, not understanding what Xiu Li was saying.


    Years later, when Lin Jian sought answers for his abominable desires, Freud answered him from his books. It was from that day that you went from being a child to a boy, knowing what it means to be shy and what it means to be different from men and women.


    Lin Jian begged Xiu Li to give him a bath, but Xiu Li balked and insisted that he fulfill his manly promise of yesterday. He ran to his mother in tears, and before Xiu Li could say anything, his father, who was on the sidelines, had already impatiently scolded him: he had to wash himself when he was this old. He then complained that his wife had spoiled him too much in the village, leaving his son without any manhood. Lin Jian ran into the bathroom, snapped the door, covered his face and cried. Xia He looked angry on the heart, as if he was thrown a slap, hot and painful. He turned around and cursed at the bathroom a few words "only crying what look, crying can solve the problem ......" the bathroom quickly silenced, leaving only whimpering sobs. The kitchen has been in the show Li to see Xia He slowly subsided to sit back in the chair, then pulled open the door, to bring him a bath and a change of clothes - he can only take a bath himself. The small bathroom, how forbidding and how safe. Lock the door and you can isolate the whole world, whether you let out a loud song or cry, it''s all about you. How many people shed tears in the bathroom? And how many people peek into the bathroom? Only when you grow up, Lin Jian will understand that there is no bathroom in this world that belongs to you, not to mention the things that only belong to you. The enclosed bathroom is just a joke, it will suffocate people.


    A big cry is really useless, after the tears dry up, the children still have to hold their chests up and try to behave fast and grow up. Lin Jian squinted at the bags under his swollen eyes and aimed at the tiny bath tub. Xiu Li will not wash him anymore. Understand such a simple fact but have to pay such a ridiculous price. The small hands grabbed the bath towel and rubbed it to the body, the water took away the heat, but not the dryness of the mind. The small hands gradually moved to the lower body near, unconsciously plucked up. At once, the bubbling water in the heart had an outlet. As if all the unpleasantness just now flowed out of the body, leaving only the pure and unadulterated peace. He was still far from the age of maturity to kill a part of his body''s life. But something did get killed and hurt. That''s all.


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    Akihari heard no sound in the bathroom, and worried. The company also no longer takes into account Xia He''s sage advice on the side, pulling open the door and walked into the bathroom. Lin Jian is grasping the soap, clumsy in the body pen walking snake. When you see your mother come in, your face ripples in shock.


    "Come on, turn around, mommy will wash you."


    Lin Jian beamed and obediently turned around. The squatting mother is so short, not even as tall as Aunt Xiu Li. The heart thought so, but then went to see the mother''s face. There were wrinkles on her forehead, and there were white hairs in her black hair. Oh! Mom is old.


    Looking at the squatting mother, Lin Jian''s mind suddenly churned up a feeling of nausea. Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. He wanted so badly to get rid of this woman in front of him, so badly to get her away from himself. The memory of sleeping with his mother in the past began to sour and swell up into his throat, simply to be disgusting.


    "I''do it myself." He quickly drew back his right hand, which his mother had gripped tightly, and snatched the towel with his left hand without a second thought.


    A quick hint of imperceptible pout surfaced on Akari''s face, and quickly turned into a smile in the words.


    "Good. It''s good to learn to bathe yourself, you''re a teenager too, you can''t always let others bathe you."


    "Mmm." Lin Jian forcefully suppressed the feeling of vomiting before squeezing out such a word. He now only wished that his mother would hurry up and get out so he could ease his disgust for her. But Qiu Li seemed uneasy about leaving him alone to bathe by himself, standing by the side, watching, until the washing was done.


    That night, Lin Jian learned three things. He no longer cries loudly, will not let the tears flow straight down. Instead, he tried to restrain himself from crying, and when he couldn''t help it, he just sobbed. A disgusting, repulsive instinct settled in his mind, which from time to time would rise to the surface and convert his affection for his parents into an abominable instinctive disgust. After such thoughts sink in, his fondness for his mother is restored as before. What an extreme and divisive experience this is. Only the last thing that brought joy to the ignorant Lin Jian. He had discovered a new world and was the Columbus of children. He was so careful to keep the secret, never revealing it to anyone. Or maybe he wanted to say it to show off, but he didn''t know how to describe the act. He only knew the part called the penis and nothing else.


    The summer vacation passed quickly, and Lin Jian''s school transfer procedures were completed. It was time for his happy days to come to an end. Growing up in the countryside, Lin Jian was unable to integrate properly into the class. When Mr. Chen saw Lin Jian grabbing his mother''s big hand and squirming as he walked to the desk to sign up, he had already guessed Lin Jian''s character.


    "My Jian''er is just a bit introverted and too honest, so I need you to be more careful, teacher." Such words confirmed teacher Chen''s suspicions, and he could now even foresee the development of the situation - Lin Jian would not fit in.


    It was only at the end of the year that Chen finally made up her mind to write those clich¨¦d family report booklets, instead of writing the real situation one by one. "Love to answer questions, attentive to class, occasionally will be distracted to desert" and so on copy and paste, a student''s evaluation is completed. But when it came to Lin Jian, he had a problem. Mr. Chen disliked these students the most. They have neither any strengths to praise nor weaknesses to blame. Fingers slowly turn the pencil, finally still from the mind turned out a bunch of bad words, combined into a paragraph of set words.


    "Your son''s grades are good, there is still room for improvement ...... Although people often say that silence is golden, but Lin Jian is too silent is not good, should be a little more active and lively ......... ...Chen Hua." Well, finally the class of forty-six report book finished. Next year it''s better to learn from Mr. Li, print off the online search and glue it to the top. Anyway, it''s all a scene, what''s the difference between handwriting and printing?


    "Report!" A loud voice.


    "Enter."


    "Teacher Chen, Zihao and Zhiyuan are fighting!"


    "Okay, you go back to class first, the teacher will be here in a minute." ............


    Lin Jian is hooked on TV, from the first day he came to this new home, the TV has become his favorite. The old home that always snowflake TV simply can not compare to this OLED TV, small and dynamic, very pleasing to the eye. Parents are not at home during the day, and Xiu Li is not constrained. He can enjoy the TV all to himself and switch channels at will. There is something good and interesting, he stopped to station until the ads appear before cutting out again. As a result, the whole summer passed, "Sun Wukong three white bone spirit", "Huluwa, Huluwa, seven melons on a vine", "Tom, Tom", "Pleasant Goat", "Pleasant Goat ......" audio sound painting in the mind repeatedly echoed, the old home of the yellow hairy dog and adobe house, little grandpa''s dried plum vegetables, the big pear tree in the lower entrance all forgotten. However, they will not disappear, will not forget, just become a language book written nostalgia, nostalgia belonging to adults.


    When his parents were home at night, he had to go to bed early. Can not sleep, after all, only eight o''clock, outside the door can hear parents talking about something unintelligible. Sometimes you can also understand some words. "Lin Jian can no longer spoil him after school starts." "I know." The mother''s somewhat impatient reply aroused Lin Jian''s attention.


    "It''s not just you, it''s Xiu Li too." Aunt Xiuli? What was Dad up to?


    "Usually when we''re not at home, you know him best. I can also see, this kid so dependent on you more or less because you spoiled." Auntie is right, dad is the worst, the most annoying you!


    "Lin Jian is still young, still a child, it is inevitable to see him as his own child. I will pay attention in the future."


    "Yes, you also do not have children yet, natural preference is also inevitable." Qiu Li hurriedly interjected and opened his mouth in front of Xia He.


    "After the start of the school year, let him watch less television, more supervision of his studies. He is also half young, it is time to study seriously." Hmph, I won''t study. I''m going to watch it, stinky dad. Hmph.


    In the living room, some unintelligible words began to be spoken again, making people drowsy. Fortunately, Xiuli went to bed early tonight. Otherwise, Lin Jian would have lost a happy night.


    The first thing you need to do is to lift the covers gently, for fear of waking the sleeping child. But she didn''t seem to realize that the movement of straddling Lin Jian to her breasts in bed was entirely likely to run counter to her original intention of not waking Lin Jian. It''s a good thing she never woke him up. Because you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.


    He just let her gather herself up against her warm, flushed breasts. He was completely enjoying and reveling in the softness of the touch. She, too, was completely enjoying and completely contented in the beauty of her mother''s love. Both were content in each other''s body. Every child wants such a gentle rocking blue song. Every mother wants such a warm and tranquil life.


    But the quiet surface of the years hides the truth of its rapid passing. Xia He read the family report book and then slate his face, a rare New Year''s Eve dinner also followed the slate, serious look at the Lin Jian sitting on the side. Xiu Li went back home, his husband came to pick up the look of a good old man. It seems to come back only after the seventh day of the first month, the seventh day of the first month is what number? Look at the calendar should know ......


    "In my opinion that, must give my son enrolled in remedial classes, learn well, after two years on the middle school, can not fall ill."


    "This is too tiring, right?


    "What tired or not, classes can still be more tired than work? It''s all because you''re spoiling him, making him too dependent."


    "We can''t spoil his little emperor''s temper any more. Okay?" Xia He finally issued the final pass dish. The atmosphere at the table became more and more stiff and uncooperative. Only the sound of moving chopsticks was carefully penetrating.


    "Fine, fine, listen to you. But the cram school has to be my choice."


    "You don''t know about cramming classes, you can''t pick them, you can give people the benefit of the doubt."


    "OK, you can pick, you choose, you are better informed than me." Xia He took a sip of wine and raised his chopsticks to flip the bass with bulging white eyes. The fish resembled Lin Jian, who was lying on his back, with his body sprawled out and his head held up, ready to be gobbled up.


    "Here, yearning for fish." Xia He chucked up a piece of smooth fish to Qiu Li''s mouth.


    "Humph, dead ghost, and yell at me ......," Qiu Li ranted and laughed.


    "This is not angry ......" The atmosphere at the table was cordial again, the unpleasantness just now had been replaced by the happiness brought by the delicious food. Xia He''s anger mixed with the heat of the table steamed away, fog-like diffusion into the atmosphere, and tumbled and sank in the quiet night sky, enveloping the land of Wu County, gray and hazy, like Lin Jian''s morning dream that elusive.


    Well, this dream feels like a long time ago, like living your childhood all over again. Who wouldn''t want to go back to their childhood if they could? It''s far better than the troubles I have now. The seven years were so long at first, but now I look back and see how short they were. It''s better to die sooner or later. It''s better to live than to die. How can a person as disgusting as me dare to pursue love? How do you dare to enjoy the pleasures of youth? I was too nervous to speak in front of the girls, afraid that people would know that I was doing that in private. I am really afraid that I will not be able to restrain myself one day and rape someone like the old pervert in the popular law section. No, it''s better not to think about it, at least I''m just doing something that won''t hurt anyone else, there''s nothing to it ............


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    With a bang, the door of the room opened, the traces of the dream washed away, and thoughts were interrupted. The intruder was as short and thick as a potato, and his face was as yellow as the color of potatoes, and his pockmarked face showed the history of years of farming.


    "Hurry up and get up, breakfast is getting cold."


    "I am still sleepy, you do not call me, I want to continue to sleep."


    "You don''t even look at it, it''s already three o''clock in the morning, still sleeping?"


    "You''re so lazy at your age, how can you live in the future?" The original is a sharp voice throat to say such a questionable sentence, doubly rubbed the needle, pierced Lin Jian''s last sleep bubble.


    "You are not my mother, what do you care so much about me?"


    "Not your mother can not educate you, grow up rebellious, not honest is it?"


    "At least I have watched you grow up, six or seven years, how can you be so irritable? I care about you and that''s not enough?"


    "People say the older you get the more you know, you are the opposite. Don''t think that you are proud of your good grades and that you can get into a good university and not put people in your eyes. In my opinion, you can''t behave, you are not as good as a three-year-old child."


    Lin Jian tried to restrain himself and didn''t say anything back. You can''t reason with you, the old generation''s thinking! I don''t care about you, old hen.


    "Being human is the most basic, the minimum of manners should have ...... these most basic ...... out of society for life ...... these ......" Zhao Chundi finally got tired after a lot of nagging. Alas, this child is finally grown up, the wings are hard, can not control it. Come on, I also save a little. You don''t know what''s good or bad!


    The door flung shut again with a bang. It seems that if Chun Di is Lin Jian''s mother, just now will certainly throw him a slap. It''s a pity that she''s just what the people of Wu County call a cooking aunt, to be more precise, a nanny.


    I remember my mother only hit Lin Jian once, or in the South City that year. Xia He''s new winter clothes entrusted to his friend Wang Anyi hit the spot, the response at the exhibition was overwhelming, orders exploded, allowing Xia He to make a small fortune. After the Spring Festival he scouted around for news, often Wu County, South City, both running, the factory was left to Qiu Li care. She asked him what he was running around all day, he only replied that it was business. It was not until the Qingming Festival to the ancestral hometown, Xia He with the pride of a successful man in the Lin ancestral hall to everyone announced his plan to invest in the construction of a factory. In Wu County to build a factory, and in front of the clan relatives to announce such a big event, it is clear that Xia He has long planned. Qiu Li foresaw that this could be very dangerous decision, but since he had been hiding it from himself before, and now he said it, it must be a raw rice cooked to maturity and already signed the contract. And no longer say anything. After all, the clothes are so dignified thing, she also want to experience a long time ago. The big loss and then earn, she is not without that ability, not to mention Xia He.


    At the Qingming Festival banquet that day, Xia He toasted each table of relatives with an unprecedented air of smugness that lasted for days. When Lin Jian heard from Xiu Li about the impact of this incident, he hated his father more and more. Because of his father''s decision, he had to move again, leaving the class he hadn''t gotten acquainted with and the new friends he had just made. Before he had a chance to say goodbye, Lin Jian had already set foot on the land of Wu County in the summer heat. The red-hot burning sensation on his face still remains in his memory, it was last night, he cried and begged Xiu Li not to go, she did not answer, tramping. He went to beg his mother again, her thighs rippled in front of Lin Jian''s small hands, and only his head was flopping wildly alone.


    "There''s no way around it. Aunt Xiuli''s unwillingness is unwillingness!" Lin Jian still kept shaking his head, shouting like crazy, not listening to advice at all.


    Ruthlessly, Qiu Li threw Lin Jian a big slap. The hand of her hand pain. Lin Jian stopped crying and ran back to his room like a puppy that had been kicked in the face.


    Lin Jian''s mind is flooded with memories of a bad chill, the image of his mother floating in his mind and sour. Disgusting! Disgusting! Really disgusting! The stench of vomiting rushed up to the throat, and then sank, sinking to the depths of the Sea Horse Sea, deeper than the Marianas Trench, where no one can see. After a while, Lin Jian lay on the big empty bed, his mind floated to the rich flesh of Xuli, rich and round breasts. The bubble of desire floated again on the sea level, stimulating the young nerves. Small hands unconsciously moved to the vicinity of the lower body and stopped there. The sea was suddenly huge waves and thunder and lightning. A feeling of transcendence penetrated the chest, and not a moment later, the sea level was calm again as before, and the wind and sunshine. The calm after the storm carried a melancholy of reflection, thick and sticky on his pants, he knew he should get up, by the way, go to the bathroom to take a shower and change these shorts. You can''t let Chun Di bump into you, and you will be nagged in the morning shower.


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    Only in the seemingly secluded and safe space and time, the foulest, filthiest, most unspeakable secrets within a person will naturally flow, drowning, soaking and suffocating him. Especially in sexual matters, concealing the guilt of stealing sex from himself caused a split in Lin Jian''s mind - a shadow that was always condemning itself. He lusted once, and he bit him once. How deep he is, how heavy he is. Sometimes Lin Jian even felt that his left hand was evil and his right hand was good. The left brain wants to kill itself, and the right brain wants to sperm out. As if two people are at each other''s throats, but can not do left and right, who can not beat each other, so tangled and twisted. At one time, they are good students who are righteous and gentlemanly. One moment is the camouflage is extremely deep old lecher, the brain is full of sick fantasy, regardless of age status relationship, are within his hunting range. Lin Jian feels like his whole person is fake, every time secretly vowed not to do that kind of thing less than a week after breaking his fast again. Then appear in the world again as if nothing is wrong. Like a rotten apple, shiny and bright on the outside, only to find that the inside is rotten, moth-eaten, covered with holes drilled by flies and insects.


    When I was young, I didn''t understand, so I didn''t feel anything after each time I did that kind of thing. When I grew up and grew up, I somehow realized that I was wrong to do so, very wrong, absolutely wrong! Why else would Li Kai, Lin Fang and the others always like to laugh at Luo Peng? Say he slut, and yellow and slutty, look at the little yellow book. Talking about girls is talking about slutty, looking at girls and saying he wants to grass cunt. Mom also said Dad came back late is to go to the lady, do not want her this old woman. Every time dad comes back to be scolded first, after interrogation. Forget it, do not want these, the bath water is going to be cold.


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    The self-reproach of the penitent can only be understood by the person himself, and if the onlookers had listened to some of Lin Jian''s complaints, who knows what would have happened? Maybe it''s a relentless disgust, or maybe it''s just a light-hearted phrase that it''s okay, what''s the matter?


    Lin Jian is most afraid of people laughing at him, not just because of the shame of shyness, more afraid of the sweat. A nervous sweat, sticky sweat smell lingering, let people feel uncomfortable, nasty. Because he doesn''t like to sweat, he always says his feet hurt when he runs two laps in gym class. The morning recess run also invited the long-term sick, the reason is not feeling well. Ma teacher lazy to care, since the class drew away the top 5, Lin Jian is the only seed player in the class, a book is only count on him.


    Under the shower, he was thin and weak, like stretched stem segment of the bean sprouts, brittle and easy to break. Qiu Li said his son was too tall, too thin, feeling like malnutrition. She urged him to eat more rice, it is the time to grow. But Lin Jian could not listen to these, still maintain a bowl of rice.


    Lin Jian was most afraid of those female students to ask him questions, not because he thought they were not talented and could not teach them. It''s that kind of gaze, that inquisitive gaze that hides a hint of sizing up, that gaze that contains a wisp of fondness. God knows what they would say behind their backs about this aloof teenager. He only knew that Luo Peng''s group would sometimes taunt himself, who was surrounded by female students, "Yo, quite popular? Little white boy!" . Perhaps he realized that in the eyes of others, he was impeccable and enviable in terms of family background, education, looks and character. Lin Jian became more and more cautious, definitely not allowing these young girls to intrude into his private domain when chatting with himself. When asked what his plans are for Saturday afternoon, or what he is doing on vacation. He always said in an unquestionable tone that he was just reading books and doing homework. If she or they want to go deeper and ask him what he reads, he throws out the titles with undisguised confidence: "Oh, I read Global History, A Brief History of Humanity, The Interpretation of Dreams, The Yellow River and the Green Hills, just a bunch of miscellaneous books." At that point she or they just couldn''t think of how to answer because they had never heard these terms before, so they just said woodenly, "No wonder you got such good grades." In this way, she or they could no longer find the entry point, so they had to go back unhappily. Xu Jiahuan was an exception, she asked one more question: "What is it all about?" The first time a girl asked this obviously made Lin Jian a little surprised, but he did read it, not afraid to answer. Lin Jian did not look at her, just lowered his head and stared at the book: "Well, how to say it, is about the history of the world, about the development of human history, like a chronicle of history. From the earliest stone age to modern history, anyway, a sentence or two can not be finished, you read to know." She softly "Oh." She gave a soft "Oh." and went away. Lin Jian looked at her black hair floating into the air to form a dynamic trajectory swinging around, the bell rang before realizing that he was fascinated, did not feel a light sigh.


    "It''s a pity that she can''t understand."


    The boys were not interested in what he was looking at, and they preferred to play and laugh between classes anyway, with nothing more than funny games or unbridled cursing. In the mouth of the boys, say ''fuck'' ''grass'' ''dick'' and other words as common as drinking water, and like a fart do not feel ashamed at all, but rather to loud, like a thunderstorm The "fart" was announced as one''s own. In the dormitory, the roommates always talked about some extremely nasty and whimsical jokes. If there was a beautiful young female teacher in the class, she would be the object of all the boys'' jokes. She would be raped in fantasy, fucked to orgasm, and then made available to other male students, repeating the cycle of rape and orgasm. What an energy-saving and environmentally friendly imagination! No one is victimized, but all participants enjoy the pleasures of heaven. The person who invented the yellow paragraph is simply beyond the existence of the Greatest Sage, and genius is just like that.


    Lin Jian only found it amusing, sitting contemptuously on his bed reading a book each time, never participating in their group parties. Although he tried desperately to focus on Confucius, his ears were still distracted, sending him raucous and vulgar words. He dreaded hearing them talk about so-and-so boy watching action movies, someone jerking off in the public restroom in the middle of the night, a guy and a girl sneaking off to an unoccupied place to fuck after class at night ............ Although no one said anything bad about him, he always worried that they were talking about him behind his back and that One day someone will reveal their disguise, like giving someone the pants off to reveal the most honest and soft side. The emperors also know the importance of the buttocks, so they love to punish the board, find a reason to pick up the minister''s pants, and beat down hard, skin open, dignity sweeping.


    Lin Jian still remember just transferred to the elementary school in Wu County, the boys like to reveal each other in between classes - picking up pants, also considered to have the wind of Yao Shun, the emperor''s will. At that time there was a prick, often and Lin Jian against. Not only to pick his pants, but also to beat his ass. Stab head force, Lin Jian wrestling can not fight, had to run like crazy. He ran until the bell rang and then ran back to the classroom, when the prick suddenly flashed out of the doorway and stripped his pants to reveal his shy ass. In the angry, annoyed and ashamed, he hated him, put on his pants and pounced, he flashed again, so he pounced, so the two chased each other in the classroom. The two were stopped by the teacher and sent to the office to see the class teacher amidst the laughter of the class. Lin Jian could not wait to run home in one breath and close the door to his room and never come out.


    After the incident, the class teacher just softly mediated the conflict between the two children and warned the prick not to bully his classmates and passed. After a few days of peace and quiet, the prick came back with new tricks to bully Lin Jian. He also came up with a response, using his fingernails to pinch him, twist him, and scratch him like a knife. After that, Lin Jian grew a pair of long nails, green and gray, like a defensive weapon to follow him forever. Junior high school classmates said he was practicing the nine yin white bone claws, he just smiled, smiled so forced.


    Can not remember is that time and prick fight, lost the fight. Was hit by the fist to the stomach. He wailed in pain. He didn''t want to go to the teacher, who couldn''t do anything about the prick. He had to run down from the fourth floor to the third floor, pretending to go to the teacher, shrugged off the prick and went into the toilet, locked the door and waited for the bell to ring, and figured there was no one outside before he came to the sink to wipe his tears. The faucet clattered, but his tears did not clatter, but slowly coalesced like dewdrops, and only slowly dripped when the leaves could not bear it. The mirror seems to have a pair of puppy dog eyes, and an innocent and lovely face, but the reality is that he is so down and out, so pathetic, like a dog in the water. He stared at his own eyes, he also stared at his own eyes, he saw that his face was still as white as his childhood, only with a few additions of English. He felt that it was not his own face, his face should be like Luo Peng waxy yellow and obscene, covered with acne and pimple marks. What the heart is born, it is all nonsense!


    Breakfast and lunch became the object of venting, a brain swallowed into the stomach, there is a feeling of emotional pleasure after overeating. Needless to say, blood was transferred from the cerebral cortex into the stomach cavity, and hunger was transferred from the stomach to the mind. Lin Jian must have a sleep ............


    ............ "What a coincidence, are you shopping here too?"


    "Ah! Uh, yes, quite a coincidence."


    "Haha, this is the first time I bumped into you outside of school, if I hadn''t called you, we would have lost each other."


    "Well, what did you come to buy?"


    "The teacher is here, what else are you buying? Hurry up and go back."


    "Huh? Oh!"


    "Hey yo, you kid can ah, just Xu Jiahuan looking for you to talk about what?"


    "Nothing."


    "Nothing? Nothing and you can talk to her alone for one class period?"


    "Stand up!"


    "Teacher... good!"


    "I''m just teaching her to do problems."


    "Don''t lie, with your usual style, would you talk to a girl alone for so long? There must be a ghost!"


    "Hello students, sit down."


    "Today, that bitch is pretending to be a woman again, she''s very proud of herself, damn it, I''m not used to seeing her like this."


    "The fourth period of evening study is almost finished, and there is no teacher, chatting and bragging about what is wrong? She is good, on the podium to yell at us."


    "What''s all the noise?"


    "Yes, that''s right."


    "Oh, you two don''t say, she''s like that. When I used to sit behind her, she also chatted with Liping at the same table in class, didn''t she? How dare you talk about us, you bitch!"


    "Shit, beat this bitch to death."


    "Yo, don''t just talk but not practice, you fatty."


    "Don''t mind him, he''s just a mouthful, who can''t brag."


    "Cut!"


    "By the way, I heard from Huizai that Lin Jian likes Xu Jiahuan, and recently the two of them are always talking in between classes."


    "Oh yo, I didn''t even notice that. Hey, don''t read the book, say, do you like her? Did you get that far?"


    "No way, I''m just teaching her homework. No such thing."


    "Don''t explain, explanation is a cover-up, cover-up is the truth. You must like her."


    "Shit, fuck it, why are the lights out so early today."


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    At some point, watching animation became a hobby for Lin Jian, at first just because of the novelty, and later because of its charm, a complex and penetrating charm. This hobby often delayed his arrangements for reading, and books were apparently forgiving as his confidant. It''s a good thing that Akari didn''t enroll her son in drawing classes, or books would have been replaced by pictures. There are indeed such characters on the website, who taught themselves to draw because of their love for animation hoping to one day fulfill their dreams. But Lin Jian does not have that kind of consciousness.


    The song was influenced by the song, or a feeling. Lin Jian''s nostrils are a bit clogged and sour, eyes hiding behind the tears, and for a moment can not see the slowly falling petals in the screen. He did not know why Renta was crying, as he did not know why he was crying. "You guys have too low a tear point, I didn''t even cry when I watched it." Words pierced into the eyes. Well, emotions do not know why, crying, laughing, dying, is not normal? Why do you have to ask why? Is there an answer to everything in the world? ...... Why do such people always exist to destroy the emotions of the viewer?


    In a fit of pique, he quit. In his mind, he cursed the group of pop-ups. His feelings of beauty and emotional experience were all ruined, and he couldn''t watch any more for the time being. I don''t want to see half of it and suddenly be choked with a cold heart. When watching CL, Hyouka, brainsbase, xxxHoLic fortunately did not open much pop-ups, otherwise it is impossible to watch ............


    "Xia He, do you just leave your son''s phone unattended?"


    "Just put it in the cabinet. I asked yesterday, unless we submit a request with the manufacturer, we can''t open it at all. Besides, it has nothing to do with the matter, even if we know what he usually plays with his phone, it''s useless."


    "Okay ............ Then it''s okay if I leave his room as it is, right?"


    "Well, let''s go to the hospital later." Xia He turned to watch Qiu Li close the room door, only to find that just now Qiu Li''s voice raspy and pale, the body hunched against the room door, aging. It''s only been two nights!


    Forget it, I''d better watch something else. Lin Jian rubbed his eyes and realized that he had just shed a tear. Thumb sliding on the screen. Emotions gradually returned to calm, just now also shrouded in the sea level of the dark clouds have long dissipated do not know the edge, as if never in the mind set off fluctuations.


    A bright and shiny video cover with the thumb slide to the center of the screen, it is a vibrant, extremely attractive face, a blonde hair draped recklessly on the shoulder nest, white arms to guide the eye to the curve of the chest bulge, slow over and then let people indulge in the frank snow-white soft fragrance of the belly, and finally left a curve of the buttocks, just the right amount of white space with the most common uniform The purpose of this is to arouse desire. Needless to say, it must be the work of a male artist. Lin Jian no longer has the energy to pay attention to the words of 136,000 plays aside, he only felt that a certain string within his heart was plucked, vibrating, echoing louder and louder, until he clearly heard its voice: to do?


    He clicked on the video, surveying her dancing curves with blazing eyes, observing her delicate body boldly weaving among the robots, his thoughts swaying with her breasts, his gaze creeping up from knee-high white socks to that absolute realm, lifting the lace hem again with the light breeze. Do? Do??? No? He could no longer contain his inner frenzy, his mind had boiled to a hundred degrees, the drum was bubbling and boiling, steam rushed straight to the valve, the gears rattled.


    £¨I think a few of the images here could be bolder and changed to the woman asking him, instead of by his inner self. Well, it seems to be, so why don''t I change it after you read it? No, don''t judge yet, it''s not too late to change it when I think it''s qualified enough.£©


    His fingers skillfully opened the browser and went to the edge of law and morality to release his hot fire. There are thousands of such sites, and whenever one visits, one can see picture after picture of naked female bodies with the same expressions mechanically serving the consumer, even the poses are so uniform. This is a free porn market, selling all the coveted flesh. While he was still picking out the goods in the store, the sound of an alarm came to his ears - ta-la - ta-la - ta-la - there was no mistaking it, it was the sound of Chun Di coming up the stairs. The wildfire was immediately splashed with cold water, and the swelling desire shrank back and hid inside the skin to peer out. Tada, tada, tada, tada, snap!


    "Since you are up, go downstairs, I need to clean the rooms on the second floor, you are too much of a nuisance to stay here."


    You''re the one who''s in the way! "Cleaning? Why can''t you come back tomorrow? I still want to sleep a little more."


    "If you don''t do it today, will you do it after New Year''s Eve? Tomorrow will be the 28th, so you can''t drag it."


    "Okay..." Lin Jian stretched out the syllables in a breathless manner, which made "okay" sound like a "horn".


    Chun Di had gone to the next storage room with a broom, and did not hear this demoralizing shout. Turn over, put on shoes, walk to the stairway bathroom, habitually pull down the pants, the dissatisfaction just now all pissed into the ceramic toilet, with the water tumbling together, disappearing in the dirty sewer. Lost in the commode, along with the website''s browsing history.


    Snaps! Damn, always can''t resist like this. Just smash this hand and chop it up. A remorseful face reflected on the mirror, the five senses twisted up and at each other''s throats. Slap! Another slap on his face, but it doesn''t hurt. How can it hurt? You can''t hit yourself with full force. The person on the mirror again bit on the right wrist with his teeth, leaving a bright mark. I told you to grow up and not to do it again! He stared at himself again mournfully for a while - silence - a silence without words, shaking the water stains on his hands and walking away. The sunlight outside the window lightly sprinkled, diagonally through in, in the porcelain white floor leaving a light yellow shade, it seems that today is a rare small sunny spring in winter in Wu County. Lin Jian did not think much after seeing such a view, nor did he hesitate, put on his down jacket, put on his sneakers, zipped up as he walked, pushed open the door and went to the garage.


    Every time you do sanitation, it''s the dirtiest and hardest place to work, there is dust everywhere, and there is not even a place to land. Such a small emperor is really good life, family conditions are not to say, people are also handsome, but really ancestral virtue ah. I''m too old to have a chance to enjoy the blessings. Chun Di''s rickety body twisted, just turned his body to the window, the shadow on the ground pulled long. A blue mountain bike flew out of the compound, riding against the direction of the light into a two-meter wide concrete road, and soon after turned left into the wide road, disappearing into the traffic. It''s good to go out, at his age, he should go out more, can''t stay in the room all day, people will be suffocated. They are good in this era, there are TV, computers, cell phones, bicycles, cars, parks, alas, when I was a child, no TV, no cell phones, living in the mountains, get up at dawn, feed the ducks, cut fish grass, picking firewood ............ Chun Di again into the memory of past events The strength of her hands also loosened. Suddenly, she remembered something, hand tightly clenched on the mop, heart secretly cursed: this loser, all ruined in his hands!


    A girl asked Lin Jian casually after he finished answering her math problem: "Where do you usually go to play?" The male and female students who were listening to his explanation immediately echoed the sentiment. "The park, the exhausted water park." The questioner was overwhelmed by the short and definite answer, but luckily the class bell rang just in time to avoid embarrassment. The park is located in the southern part of the county, on the bay of the Dushui River, and has little character beyond its name, far less than the Perfume Park in the northern part of the city. There are a large number of flowers planted there, there are moonflowers, camellia, azaleas, plum blossoms, and patches of osmanthus forest, once to be opened, the air has become sweet fragrance belly foo. Perfume Park was built within a few years completely took away the popularity of the exhausted water park, along with the surrounding land prices have also risen. Only Lin Jian did not enter the stream to enjoy the tranquility of the river bank of the exhausted water, let the thoughts in the mind to flow freely, randomly dispersed, waiting to produce unexpected results, as the exhausted water in the west of the city and the Xiang water rendezvous all the way west to converge into the Gan River, a hundred turns back and forth after the north into the Yangtze River, and finally to the east of the sea rushing away.


    At the moment, the exhausted river is wheeling round and round with ripples, shaking the sun out of the water in a flashing halo. Only occasionally does the wind stop, interrupting this repetitive eternal movement. It''s cold! Lin Jian retracted his hands into his pockets, looking at the flowing water as if in thought. The down jacket looked very clean and white under the brilliant sun, but there was little heat to warm the cold west wind. The dead are like the people of the world, they do not give up day and night! Well, this can also be seen as people, referring to the running around and worrying about people just like water, always in a hurry, clattering and flowing. I am different, I do not worry about those mundane things. Why bother? People always have to die. The dead are like the world, they never give up! It''s really wonderful, the dead are like the river, it never stops, people die day and night. The dead, the dead! In other words, watching the flow of the river is like watching the flow of death; I, and these pedestrians, are not watching the water, but watching death. The river is a symbol of death. What an interesting meaning! The words of the sages are just interesting. Well, the dead are like the world! The wind is soughing and the water is cold, and the brave man never returns. I remember the long life of the world, and I feel sorry for myself! Well - my life is only a hundred years, short as non-existence. Will anyone remember me after I die? I''m sure no one will remember me, I''m just a backdrop for history, just like those idle people, there is no need to record. Why do I still think about this? What history, what scriptures, what scientific knowledge, in our ordinary life is still bullshit. Damn, and masturbate all day long, hypocritical and selfish, what is the difference with ordinary people? I''m not even close to ordinary people, they don''t even bother with this. Woo ............


    Yikes! Lin Jian''s annoyed kicked the marble bench, and this angry catharsis was about to continue when the sound of the old people''s laughter came from far and near in the aisle. He hurriedly put his hanging left foot down, tiptoeing, making a stretching motion, and then stood in front of the railing like a statue, turning his back on the old man who was approaching, looking out across the river. The opposite bank of the exhausted water is under construction, and the crane cable on the tower is hanging high. Although no one could be seen, I could hear the sound of dang, dang, bam, bang, zi, zi across the riverbank. A little further away - about three to five hundred meters - is the outskirts of the city, where there are three or four-story high concrete bungalows. There are a few pieces of farmland sporadically empty around. Further away, you can only see the mountains that envelop the county like dumplings. Here you can''t see the exhausted water bridge, but you can hear the dull and powerful "toot~~" "toot~~" sound of the truck on the bridge echoing over the county of Wu, languid, like the sound of the flute of a cargo ship.


    Ten thousand feet high building. High building - high building - yes, I can ......, just now also tightly held emotions instantly transformed into Lin Jian''s action. He pressed on with unhurried steps, weaving through the pedestrians, back to the roadside, and straddled his bike in the direction of the bridge. The blue mountain bike braked at the moment it was about to hit the bridge, like a man who had forgotten his keys and turned back in a hurry, riding in the opposite direction, following the tarmac road to the east, where the new city was emerging and many of the completed buildings had not yet had time to pull down their topping-out banners. He parked the car to a quiet road, and did not lock it, like a hunter looking for prey in the concrete jungle, and like a dying elephant looking for a place to be buried. When he came to the entrance of a tall building, he stopped and looked around - no one was there, and ran in in a flash, the elevator was dead, so he just ran up to the roof.


    Now ...... jump ...... go down ...... on ...... foot... ............... enough. .................. phew! If your head hits the ground, you will die, but it won''t hurt. If it is other parts will hurt first, then die. ...... should come to a leap of faith posture natural fall, so that there is no need to jump, head heavy head on the ground. But--? -- no matter! Anyway, dead is dead, what are you worried about? If I die, I don''t know how my parents will cry and be sad, and it''s none of my business. What do I care about others? If you die, you can''t hear or see. Death is nothingness, death is eternity, and if you die earlier, you will reach the end earlier than others. Life is finite, but death is infinite. That''s why death is better than life! When you die, you don''t have to see your damn classmates anymore, you don''t have to listen to them chew and spit in the dorm. And no more worrying about doing nasty things like a pervert. People always have the right to die!


    He poked his head out to look down, and the vertical drop only brought him a great sense of emptiness, followed by an intense fear and trepidation. He retreated to a meter from the outside, his legs stiff and not trembling, but he felt it trembling in his heart. The expression on his face was indescribably stiff, barely recognizable as a look of hesitation and unease. He slowly poked out another half of his body to look down. The wind whistled, a burst of blowing, ears blew cold, the heart also blew cold. This time Lin Jian saw six or seven men and women wearing helmets and suits gathered around discussing something in the small square below. Lin Jian lifted his legs and leaned back a few steps, standing at a safe distance. A golden warm sun sprinkled to the snow-white down jacket, reflecting a silvery white cold light.


    £¨I suddenly realized that his eyes were so cold, completely different from when I was a kid. Don''t spoil the atmosphere, be quiet, will you?£©


    How about, on the count of three, I''ll jump? One - two ---- three! No, no, no, forget it, there are people down there now, it''s better to wait for the night when no one is around. We''ll talk about it then ...... Well! Ouch! My head hurts, I''m so dizzy -- mmm! --Ah! ---- Yikes! --uh!


    Lin Jian shakily touched a wall, hurriedly leaned his back and stood hard to keep his balance. He felt his eyes went black for a moment, rubbing his eyes hard did not work. The mind floated with the boom of an explosion, and in near madness the right hand slapped him, while the left hand gave the right hand a fist. In a moment, the strong sense of weightlessness was replaced by a sense of balance, and a clear image emerged on the retina, and the intense discomfort in the mind finally dissipated. Lin Jian slowly sobered up, which stood up from a half-squatting position, rising too quickly, the blood in the lower half of the body swarmed to the brain at once, making the eyes blurred again for a while. Is it possible that I am even disgusted with myself? It''s so ironic. At first, I hated my mother, then my father, and now this strange feeling is finally directed at me? It''s good that I hate myself. Maybe one day I''ll go crazy! That would be no different from dying. After all, if you''re crazy, you don''t want to think about anything, and you''ll be pure.


    After calming down Lin Jian habitually opened his phone to look at the time, only then did he notice that Ma Huizai sent him a message at three forty-six, and now it''s already fifty-five. This may be because just now too nervous, too focused, Lin Jian did not notice the phone ringing.


    "Are you there?"


    "Lend me a copy of the big questions on those eight papers of your history." The small print of 15:46 was marked at the bottom, and it seemed that Huicai had long been accustomed to his silence.


    The boy sitting behind him, Ma Huicai, as his name suggests, really looks like a horse face, very comical. Perhaps it is the simplicity of the countryside, or the strength of his heart, he himself does not care much about his appearance, let others comment. He was a little taller than Lin Jian, so he was seated behind him. The company''s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public. Huizai bad grades, often want his homework copy, contact information naturally added.


    You kid, only this time will find me. The green and gray nails stopped on the screen for a moment, the flashing black vertical line eventually moved from the right side of the input box to the left, he still did not send this sentence.


    "Okay." Huizai on the other side of the screen looked at the short reply and immediately realized that this was an opportunity.


    "By the way, give me a copy of the politics and geography ones too if you''ve done them."


    "Wait until I''m done." It was done, he was right, just getting the word out was enough.


    The empty roof never sounded again. Only the bright sunshine and the slanting west wind remained to dash about with abandon. When you are almost out of the building, Lin Jian carefully poked his head out, just now the group of people do not know where to go, the tarmac road only a few street trees standing against the wind. He then put down his heart, rubbing his hands, ha a breath, straight out.


    The blue mountain bike once again appeared on the northeast-facing tarmac, only in the opposite direction. I didn''t jump after all, was it because I wasn''t brave and determined enough? No, maybe I''m not sick, just a little depressed. I can''t help it, the instinct of life is too strong, I''m afraid I will not kill myself for a while, there must be a strong change of heart before it is possible. Forget it, I''ll continue to watch the animation at night, even if I think so much I will not jump. Tch, it''s too cold, my hands are freezing, I shouldn''t have forgotten to bring gloves. The bicycle gradually into the center of the street, the traffic soon crowded up. Only then did Lin Jian realize that the traffic was more than usual because of the arrival of the New Year and people returning home from work. Another red light, have to wait for a minute more ...... or I miss a traffic accident? The green light is on, and the crowded traffic is slowly moving forward in the sound of the horn. Forget it, just think about it. The bicycle turned into a fork in the road, a sharp horn sounded, in that critical moment, the front wheel tilted into a 45-degree angle, forked the motorcycle head, sensitive slide over. Lin Jian''s palms and feet are sweating, just now the reaction is completely out of instinct, such a short period of time is unable to think. He braked like a bell sheep that had escaped the wolves and looked back for a while to make sure nothing was wrong before continuing on his way. When I get home, Chun Di must be gone to get some snacks and see the world of Truman all over again. It is estimated that they will not return until after seven o''clock in the evening ............ blue bell sheep slowly into a fork in the road.


    "Where is Li Yunpeng going?"


    "That piece of shit, huh? Must be hiding in the Internet cafe playing games."


    "Oh, his parents are very strict, often ......"


    "Stop it, I want to laugh when you say it. How about we find him a piece of ......"


    "Wait, there''s a car in front ......"


    "Hmm?!!!"


    A burst of teenage girls'' carefree laughter came from far and near, followed by a buzzing sound that interrupted Lin Jian Youyan''s planned arrangement. This blue bell sheep seems to have forgotten that jackals never act alone.


    £¨It seems that the story is not so good at the moment, it feels a little twisted. Uh, twisted is inevitable well, after all, it is the first time to do the film, you will watch a little longer, if you feel bad, do not watch. Just what I wanted£©

 Warm Winter Sun

    ...... Hello, the number you have dialed is temporarily unanswered, please dial again later. sorry......


    Beep, beep, beep, the crisp ringing broke the quiet of the office. The man stood up as the ringing disappeared and he paced back and forth on the window.


    "Hey, An Yi ah. What meeting was that again just now? I didn''t answer your phone."


    "It''s not those shareholders, they''re asking a lot of questions, and it''s clearly written in the report."


    "You say I''m not tired, every day this meeting and that meeting."


    "Which is like you, you open a garment factory as the boss, life is really nourishing."


    "Oh, I don''t think so, I''m a small business, which is like you rich and big?"


    "Hey, don''t be polite, what do you want to see me about?"


    "Well, An Yi, the batch of goods you want will not arrive tomorrow. As you know, in a small county like ours, work always stops during the New Year holidays. Look, how about sending it to you on the ninth day?"


    (I can see, this person is more affectionate than profit, or rely on this relationship, to the big city has long been full of gold and silver. Do not you like? It is a little, but does not affect my judgment of the work)


    "OK, anyway, the summer clothes arrive later is not a mistake."


    "By the way, you have to come and sit with me during the Spring Festival."


    "We''ll talk about it then, even if it''s the Spring Festival I''m still too busy. Where is the time to enjoy."


    "That''s fine, if you''re free let me know, I''ll pick you up."


    "Good, good, next time how two a get together must drink your wine, several years have not been to your drink."


    "That''s for sure, how can you come to my place without drinking my wine?"


    "It''s a deal."


    "Well, it''s a deal."


    Wang Anyi hung up the phone, looking out of the car window one after another fly past the skyscrapers, like watching the assembly line of the same products one by one into the yellow and gray tile rash carton. That is the color of garbage, is a symbol of vulgarity. However, business for many years, Wang Anyi has long learned that the more vulgar things can not be underestimated, especially in the clothing industry. For Lin Xiahe''s clothing factory and clothing design problems, Wang Anyi has long had an idea, but only because of the sentiment has been dragged not to start.


    Simply do not need that provocative shareholders in the General Assembly to remind, Wang Anyi also know that the summer clothing statements do not look good. Leave it an inch short, it is better to grow it an inch long. Either I eliminate him, or the market eliminates me, not to mention that those shareholders have long wanted to replace me down.


    "Xiao Li."


    "Yes!" A short but strong reply.


    "The South City fashion show you arrange the trip for me."


    "Good." Wang Anyi didn''t say why, but Secretary Li knew it wasn''t good to talk too much. The phone call just now and now the instructions had long ago led him to guess that the boss was going to the show to find a designer-a designer who could fill in for Lin Xiahe. In past years, Fan Yu''s summer clothes were designed by Wang Anyi''s old friend Lin Xiahe, and this year was no exception.


    Perhaps the silent air inside the limo forced people to be uncomfortable, or perhaps it was the act of making a betrayal of friendship that made him uncomfortable. He had to say something to cover it up.


    "Is the trip for spring break going to be the same as usual?"


    "Well, basically." It was a knowing question, but he had to start it that way.


    "So there are days when you can take time off?"


    "The afternoon of the fourth day and the evening of the sixth day are still available for the time being." Good one for the time being.


    "What''s on the fourth night?"


    "Boss Xu''s cocktail party." Secretary Li knew that Wang Anyi was knowingly asking, but he couldn''t tear him down, being a secretary had to be discreet, especially in private matters.


    "Boss Xu''s meaning ......"


    "It''s okay, I''ll talk to him."


    "It''s been a long time since I''ve had a drink of Lin Xiahe''s wine, but it''s a pity that Xiao Cai was on duty that day, so you couldn''t taste it together."


    "Then I have to remind Xiao Cai, do not drink, or you will have to stay overnight at the boss Lin, the first five can also go to the Spring City meeting appearances."


    Between the words of the kung fu, the car has driven to a five-star hotel door. Looking at the bright yellow foyer of the hotel door, Secretary Li suddenly thought of Boss Xu''s big mouth with gold incisors when talking, always grinning open and closed, as if to eat people in to see his belly of the mountains and seafood.


    Tonight''s protagonist is not Boss Xu, but the lavish scene is exactly the same as Boss Xu. Xiao Li looked at the crowd gathered at the door, subconsciously revealing a satisfying smile, followed by Wang Anyi a piece of the crowd "carried" up, like the court drama of the man-ladder.


    Lin Xiahe can see the whole picture of the industrial park from the glass window, several large tin sheds and a side of three or four-story high small flat building, symmetrical like distribution on both sides of the avenue. In the distance there is a brick kiln factory, there are still wisps of black smoke on the chimney floating into the pale blue sky. The background is extremely harsh.


    £¨That Wang Anyi still has a role to play later, right? Yes£©


    Having settled the matter of Wang Anyi, Lin Xiahe could finally breathe a sigh of relief and prepare for the New Year. He took out a thick stack of manuscript paper from his desk drawer. On it were drawn various styles and stripes of men''s clothing. There was also a tall, thin model - Lin Jian. Lin Xiahe intended to give his son a gift after his college entrance exams - clothes he designed himself.


    Although he is often too busy to pay attention to his son''s growth and changes, he still teaches him to rise to the occasion in his rare leisure time. The relationship between father and son is so delicate that the silent fatherly love is always transferred to Lin Jian in tangible bills. Lin Xiahe knew that such care was too hypocritical, so he had to make him a dress.


    There are various floating cloud stripes on the draft paper, black and white mask. Black, the delicacy of the ink, the antiquity of the pen. Combined into one, subtle and elegant, very good. The ink characters are infinitely changeable, and can be in Yan, regular, feasible, or cursive. It is very good to be free and unrestrained. White, the color of youth, like the white space of landscape writing, the youth that has not yet been painted with color is white. What a great color. If Lin Jian is a girl how good it is. One does not know the goodness of a daughter until one reaches middle age. After the year seems to be 18 years old, but it is a false age. Black and gray gradient skirt and complex mysterious stripes can certainly give the lower half of the waist to show the slim, soft. Lin Jian has become rebellious since he went to high school, and does not talk much at home. It is not possible to let him go out and experience.


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    Many years later, when Lin Xiahe looked through the photos uploaded on the space, he would remember this unfinished design and that sunny afternoon. He suddenly understood that the color of black and white is also the color of mourning clothes, the youthful experience may also be the bloody Red Cross, how mocking dialectic.


    The winter evening is like the youthful years of one''s life, which are over before one has time to savor them. The lights in the garment factory shone through the glass window onto Lin Xiahe''s hand, which was painting. It was not an artist''s hand, rough and tough, just like Lin Xiahe''s bitter career when he went to the sea without saying a word in his early years.


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    "Dang" a sound, "What is it, rushed ......"


    "Lin Jian had a car accident!" The air in the office was silent for a while, as if both people were frozen in place. Lin Xiahe walked to Chen Qiu Li''s side. "Where is the person?" The words were cold and stiff. "They are still in the emergency room of the hospital, and I don''t know how they are doing." "If something happens, how can I, as a mother, live!" "I asked you where your son is." The urgent roar woke up Qiu Li. "In the People''s Hospital." The wife''s crying voice sounded so harsh to Xia He''s ears, far more annoying than the sound of firecrackers exploding all night on New Year''s Eve. Xia He did not say anything more, pulling Qiu Li on the drive to the hospital.


    Only the whistling of the north wind in the car windows inside and outside the rampant, and can not tell whether it is the sound of crying or wind, whimpering and buzzing into Xia He''s ears. He really wanted to plug his ears, but he could only plug his mouth.


    Xia He took Qiu Li''s hand - it was cold and icy. It was only after climbing up to the second floor that he saw the three big words of the emergency room in ominous red at the end of the corridor. On the side of a plastic chair sat a middle-aged man wearing a helmet and overalls, with waxy skin and a stiff face. A teenager sat on the left at a palm-width distance, next to a young girl. The teenager with permed hair was dressed trendy, but his head was buried deep, like a sunflower with a wilted head. The girl''s slender right hand on the teenager''s spine, some hanging up and down stroking. The eyes are in tears, it seems that the girl is very nervous.


    "Hello, are you Lin Jian''s family?" Lin Xiahe could not remember what he said to the traffic police who had been waiting for a long time. He only remembered the middle-aged man''s demeanor as he hurriedly posted up after the traffic police left.


    "I''m sorry!" With a thud, the middle-aged man knelt down in front of Xia He.


    "A sorry is enough? If such a precious son of mine is gone, you can afford it?"


    "Huh? Say something!" Qiu Li, who had been silent, was now like a flood blocked by a dam that had finally found a spillway and was out of control. Xia He stood there, Qiu Li''s questioning with a crying voice made his already distracted thoughts become even more muddy, the mud puddle of silt water is just like that.


    "Qiu Li!" Xia He hurriedly pulled Qiu Li who was about to quench spittle to that kneeling plaster statue.


    "Ahhh~, son, when you were born your grandfather said you were too weak, God, you still let live or not ah!"


    "I have only one son in my thirties, and now if he''s gone, how can I live?"


    "He is your son, huh?" Qiu Li walked to the teenager, the teenager heard this, the head buried more fierce, the floor is full of tears, and under the wheel of Lin Jian flow out of the blood, with warm and wet sticky.


    "You''re the one who hit Lin Jian, right!" The eyes mixed with anger and malice stared straight at him. The young girl at the side quietly drew back her hand and sobbed with her head bowed as if she was also guilty.


    "Murder pays for life, your son won''t live well when my son is gone!" "You destroyed my son, I''ll destroy you too!"


    "Stop it!" Thunder rang out. "Qiu Li, stop it." "There''s still hope for Lin Jian, so stop it, okay?" Rain finally fell again on Chen Qiu Li''s dark clouded face. Bubbling, converging on the floor to form a river, as bright red as the blood that flowed to the eaves of the bed during a difficult birth back then.


    Later, when making a statement at the police station, Xia He learned the general situation of the incident.


    The perpetrator, Li Tuoyuan, male, 16 years old, was a senior in the school in Linjian. His father, Li Minsheng, 45, a cement worker at the construction site, originally farming in the countryside, moved to the county five years ago to rent. His mother had passed away 13 years ago. Accompanying passenger Liu Yue for his classmates.


    According to Li Mouyuan, they borrowed the car from another friend Xu Moumao''s home, intended to wander around the county, and hit the victim Lin on the way to find Li Mouyu.


    The words on the file are the only ones he still remembers. Later, the police asked him to sign, telling him when to come back and when to transfer to the court for trial, Lin Jian also just like approving an employee''s leave note, neither asking more questions nor saying anything.


    "Little Deng ah." Words with weariness. "Boss Lin!"


    "You finally called, last night you called me in the middle of the night to handle the business of the factory I thought ......" the phone was silent. "Ah, sorry sorry, should not mention this."


    "You can rest assured, with me Deng Tong in, there is nothing that can not be set right."  "Is the holiday and the start of things arranged?" "Arranged, this afternoon after the work is done, the beginning of the sixth day of work."


    "Good, good." Sleepy tone as if to say good night. I have to hurry back to the hospital, Qiu Li did not sleep all night. The eyes are swollen, not to mention that people are also swollen from crying. It''s good that Lin Jian is alive, at least there is hope. Ha - Xia He reached out and yawned; walked to the door of the police station and stopped a cab. "Master, go to the People''s Hospital. I''ll amidine first, you call me when you arrive."


    "Tuoyuan! Don''t kneel down and apologize to people''s parents yet." Li Minsheng remained kneeling in front of Lin Xiahe. The loess-colored face, anxious, frustrated, and guilty expressions twisted into a ball, like a piece of rotten mud that a rural child rubbed with abandon.


    "I''m sorry!" Tuoyuan porpoise kneeling to Qiu Li, low fried puffy head, like a cotton ball waiting for someone to tear him. Qiu Li''s red loam-like face had long been washed out in a river of red tears. She cursed enough, but did not cry enough. People are not finished crying, and naturally not enough to cry.


    The corridor just now a family ethical drama atmosphere of the actors, now sitting on the aisle chairs silent. Xia He can vaguely hear the sound of sobbing, but he can not think of words to comfort his wife. The hospital late at night is not quiet. In this ghostly gate of life and death, every day there are babies'' first cries and silent silence after people leave.


    I can''t remember how it happened, Li Minsheng stuffed us with a big bag of fat white steamed buns. The hot steamed buns are soothing in the cold middle of the night.


    "I went downstairs to buy them, don''t mind." "Yeah." The white steamed buns and tears eaten, whether to fill up the stomach, or fill up the restless heart? "Qiu Li, at least eat something, how can it be if you collapse first." Qiu Li''s sobs eased for a while and reluctantly took the steamed buns that Xia He handed over. Qiu Li''s cold hands holding the warm buns, the inner Zhen ice seems to be melting.


    The time of silence is always quietly accelerated, waiting for people to react when the brakes are sharply applied, and passengers who are caught off guard will fall into a trance at this point.


    The person who broke the silence was the doctor who came out of the emergency room first. Xia He will not recall the doctor''s steady and calm pace, but always remembered his words in a tone between heavy and calm.


    "The life is saved, but the person may never wake up again."


    "What do you mean?" "Could it be a vegetable?" Akari hurriedly interjected.


    "The patient''s cerebral cortex was severely injured and his heart had already stopped when he was brought in, so he did his best to save him. There''s nothing we can do about the rest."


    "Hey, the People''s Hospital is here, get up." A vegetative person, is that like me to keep sleeping? I hope this dream will not dream again. 604 ward. I hope he can wake up, otherwise how can he afford to cry all night to his mother?


    Pulling open the door, the nurse is giving a shot to Lin Jian lying in bed. The other bed is sleeping Qiu Li, eyes red and swollen like rolling dough, so people want to go up and roll it flat.


    The nurse left, the large ward lies two people, one is tired, the other is also tired. Sleep, really the heaven of the living, the hell of the dead. Xia He moved a chair to sit in front of Lin Jian''s bed, looking at the living mummy, he competed to feel like a zombie, despair and bitterness rushed to the throat together. He really wanted to drop something, smash something, curse something, even if it is to curse themselves, but he did not, he was also afraid to wake up Qiu Li.


    He finally cried uncontrollably, crying so loudly, crying without any scruples. That year did not catch the last side of the father, he cried loudly, Qiu Li afterwards said he was not strong enough. Now, no one will want him to be strong. Because, live strong, this is only to say to the next generation.


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 Dark Wilderness

    ...... this ............ is ......... ...which ...... child ............? ............ me ...... how ......... ...what ...... is ............ in ...... ...... at ......?


    I ............ I ...... I ...... remember... ...got ...... me ...... riding ...... with ...... ...... self ...... line ...... bike ......... ...but ............


    ...... not ..................


    ............ are ...... think ...... not... ...up ...... to ...... up ............ ...... dead ...... up ......? ......? ...... good ...... strange ...... strange ......? ...... what ...... what ...... all ...... see... ...not ...... to ...... also ...... listen ...... not ...... to .......


    ......! ......! ......! ...... hands ...... what about ......? ...... feet ...... and ......? ...... I ...... the ...... body ...... body... ...go ...... where ...... up ......?


    (Are you sure you want me to watch super weird subtitles and nothing on the screen? It''s just a way of showing it. If you can''t stand it, I''ll change it back)


    I thought I could sleep after I died, but I never thought it would be like this. I''m not going to come out of the mantle to drink the soup and report to the king of hell to reincarnate, right? What is the meaning of life in that case? What is the difference with the person who pushed the stone up the mountain? I wonder how my parents are doing now, they should be in tears, right? After all, they are the only ones left to depend on after I leave. It''s a bit sad to leave like this. Obviously owed them, now the opposite is a write-off, things I two clear, left alone a free. I hope they can let go of my business, treat themselves well, and stop worrying about me. Never mind, don''t want these, the more you think the more sad. ............ might as well think about something else, thinking about it, Meng Po will come.


    Welcome to the Truman Show - alas, so I can''t see the world of Truman. What a great movie, the whole film is a third perspective voyeuristic footage. Never giving inner depictions, spiritual monologues. It''s like a metaphor for the sanctity of the human self, which remains true even in a fake world. So giving him a motive to escape from the world for love is the right way to express that the emotional truth of the ego can penetrate the false screen to reach the other side of the truth. Not bad, worth repeatedly taste. I think the difference with the Matrix is that it focuses on portraying the beauty of the fictional world, while the Matrix, on the contrary, tries to express the human consciousness wandering between the real of destruction and the fiction of madness, with no way to stay or leave the scene. Even though Leo eventually escapes from the electronic world, it still harbors a kind of skepticism, doubting whether we can arrive at the real, whether we are still not free from the Matrix after taking the pill. In contrast, Truman''s choice is instead too simple, typical of the commercial style, deliberately weakening the depth of the theme to facilitate the audience''s understanding. But many Hollywood movies are like this.


    ........................! Now I''m kind of a Truman in a sense. Instead of arriving at the real, I am arriving at nothingness, boundless nothingness. There is no one who can understand the ...... wrong, everyone is going to die, and when they die they will all have this experience, they just can''t tell anyone anymore. Well, what is the use of thinking about this? The black and white are not coming, and the black and white are not visible. So banished to the wilderness of consciousness, so ancient that it encompasses the entire history of mankind. This state of pure blackness like weightlessness is too bad, as if I had read it before from history books, I forget whether it was Plato or Socrates, in any case, this state of not seeing anything, nothing can be done is called spirit? Or was it an idea, a concept? Yes, I''m probably a conscious being right now.


    (The weightless world of pure blackness, and the screen with only the subtitles flashing, you are a metaphor for the universe of vacuum, right? Oops! I''ve been caught out)


    Butterflies, birds, fish, and a cat. A cat in a dichotomy of life and death. This must be crazy for a cat. Change it to a human being, who is least afraid to make a choice. So should I choose life or death? That''s the question. Maybe ...... choose nothing and let the nothingness consume my sanity?


    It''s good to be alone, I''m used to it. Now I have enough time to look back on those works. The artist''s life should be spent in such a way that when he looks back, he will not regret having read too many uninteresting stories, nor will he abandon the great works because he could not understand them. Then, on his deathbed, he can proudly say: ''I have dedicated my entire life to the eternal art of mankind, and great, incomprehensible beauty is as intoxicating to me as the frothy ashes of vodka as the dance of ecstasy! ............ Uh, do I count as an artist? Who cares. I just wish I could be the butterfly reflected in the bubble, the fragrance lurking in the plume, dissipating into an illusory dream in the balmy breeze. The first thing you need to do is to think about what you want to do.


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    ............ Why don''t you talk to them more, if you have many friends, you won''t have to do this, right? But listening to them gossip, discussing others is really too boring. The quiet reading, thinking about their lives, exploring the labyrinth of philosophy is enough, not enough for outsiders. This is a pleasure, not thinking about it. The mountains and waters of Sichuan are bleak, twenty-three years abandoned in. The old days are empty, and the flute is not a good idea. .................. No! It''s still too bad to be alone. At that time should talk about some normal topics, at least not about the relationship between intellectuals and dynastic changes. Uh ...... seems like I don''t have the usual topics to talk about either. You can tell a story, talk about the novel, recommend it to her, let her relieve the pressure of studying. But even if I did, would she listen ............


    No, she won''t, they won''t, and they won''t. They are all vulgar, ordinary people, not worth my breath. I shouldn''t even be thinking about this right now ............, I should be concentrating on getting back to the screen, back to the story, back to the world of the story ......... ...Sidestep is a special case in his work, one of the few - without any fantasy colors - that is full of youthful energy throughout, with a style that is highly bright, highly saturated, colorful and at the same time The work is not vulgar. I shouldn''t have said that to her, I just needed some courage at that time - no, don''t think about that . Sideswipe is one of Miyazaki''s rare films on the theme of youthful love and city life, and incorporates his characteristic gentleness and calmness into the world of this otherwise passionate story ............ You know she''s interested in you, didn''t Zhiyue tell Huizai that you You are the little lamb in her eyes, she will eat you up!


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    No, don''t think about that anymore. What''s the point of thinking about this when you''re already dead? Dead... dead? It doesn''t matter if I''m dead, I can think about whatever I like! No, no, you shouldn''t think about that, she''s just a vulgar girl, having fantasies about her is just wishful thinking on your part. Don''t, you just have to change her. In the infinite nothingness you have eternity. Come on! Are you sure? Come on, you''ve already thought about her story 369,286 times here anyway, listen to us if you don''t want to be the next Nietzsche. You guys? Who else can you have in your head? You are me, we are you ............


    Hey! What book are you looking for? Well, I''m looking for Dream Interpretation. Have you read it? No, I don''t like reading your big books, they''re too boring and uninteresting. Ah! Did you go through my books when I wasn''t here? Well, I''m not the only one who''s curious, and besides ...... don''t you want to know what the meaning of your dreams is? Yes, but it''s too complicated, and I don''t dream every day, or the horoscope is interesting, hey, do you know if there is a book about the fate of the horoscope in the library? I don''t know, why don''t I give you a dream interpretation? I guarantee you will be interested in psychoanalysis after listening to it ............


    Cut! No, that''s not right. How could she be in the library? Xu You wouldn''t even go to the library to borrow a book, don''t you know her? Of course I understand, but this is a story, not a restoration, there is no need to be exactly the same. No matter, just can not think that way. Hey, you ...... don''t argue, I have a better way to start with the birth of the earth. In that case ...... can, but don''t try to be too precise, history is too complicated. I also agree, but we only have three, I''m afraid it can not be done, right? Three tables of most, three births, you don''t understand this? Okay, then do we have to understand F=0, F=(G¡ÁM?¡ÁM?)/R2 or something like that first and master it until we are out of our minds. Of course, the efficiency of three heads is still fast, and there are no five senses, melatonin or other disturbances. And eternal time. That''s right!


    I think I''m sick, how can a normal person talk to himself. Hey, you''re not sick, you''re dead how can you still be sick? Only things that die are sick, you''re already dead, sickness has nothing to do with you. You are now just an imagination, an illusion, a living phantom. But who dares to say that the living world is real? Ha, let''s not talk about that, at least change her name, Xu Xi? Xu Shiqi? Xu Shuyu? Okay, let''s settle on this ............


    ............ It''s the winter of 2002, and soon all 4.6 billion years of the past will be over, turning over a new ......... ...uh .................. Well ...... ......! ........................? ..................? ............! ......!!! ............


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    (I always thought it was so strange, why does he have a voice when there is nothing left? I matched it, can''t I? Then why is there gradually a picture? Imagine! The mind is not only thinking)


    The dead silence flowed again, the silvery blue planet was sharply divided into two halves by the morning and evening lines. It seems that someone deliberately wanted to divide it in half, like a cake.


    On the avenue of Wu County, Xia He wore a yellow leather jacket and watched the snowflakes drifting around in the sky. The snow is a good omen for the year. It is a good omen.


    "Come on, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go to the hospital." Autumn Lily, with her big belly bulging, was lying on a wooden cart, covered with a red and green cotton blanket.


    "Okay, okay." Xia He''s big, sturdy hands gripped the handle and slowly walked toward the south direction of Flag Street.


    "Brother checked for me before and said it was a boy, can''t be wrong, right?"


    "It''s right, brother is a first-class physician, the general public want to find him also have to register in line."


    "Hey, don''t. The previous two babies were girls, so it''s not a guarantee that this one will be a girl too."


    "Don''t lose confidence in yourself first, the big deal is to have another baby, if you can''t go to hold one."


    "Okay, okay, okay, don''t talk about this mortification."


    In the middle of the night, there was no one on the street, only the shadows of Xia He and the cart stretched out under the streetlights. The snowflakes fell on the red and green quilt, and then melted into water, seeping into the cotton wool, soaking out the dark red and green spots. The snow is so stingy to U County that it only comes once in decades. Xiahe''s son was lucky to be able to touch the color of snow at the beginning of his life. Perhaps, it is also a misfortune, blood and snow is how coincidental harmonies! The first day of life to feel the desolate cold of this world.


    "You just screamed so loudly in the bed, can scare me."


    "If you''re a woman, you''re sleeping in the middle of the night, and suddenly your stomach is kicked to the guts, it''s strange not to shout!"


    "How is it, is it better now?" Xia He showed a comforting smile, but with a little impure motive of pleasing and selling.


    "Well, it''s better."


    ............ "Ah, not good, hurry up ...... stop ......" Qiu Li''s five palaces suddenly twisted into a ball, unable to speak.


    The sudden change panicked Xia He, he stopped the car, rushed to bend down, but did not know what to do, palms in mid-air open wide like a stiff chicken claw.


    "Rush ...... tight ...... on ...... on ...... on ...... medical ......" Xia He immediately reacted and scrambled to grab the trolley and rush to the hospital.


    The edges of the cart flowed out of crimson blood, which immediately coagulated and hung stagnant, turning into a dark red mass, behind which the blood flowed over and hung down, forming tiny ice hangings, like the red candle dripping, thick, warm wax oil that was lit on the night of the wedding room in the summer river. The red and green quilts were dyed redder and more colorful, and the green blocks were drenched in large areas. White streets, dark red carts, bright red quilts, and vibrant life.


    Dipped into dark red wheels racing down the avenue, rushing across the slippery uneven road and then rolling into the white smooth tiles, Xia He watched the crowd of white coats embracing the stretcher on Qiu Li into the operating room. He finally sat down, painfully and anxiously waiting for the verdict of fate!


    "Your wife is out of life-threatening condition, but she is bleeding too much and will not wake up for a while." Hearing this calm announcement, Xia He finally slowed down and hurried to ask.


    "Where''s the baby, how is the baby?"


    "The baby is fine, it''s a boy."


    "Good, it''s good that it''s okay."


    "Let me lead you to see it, and do the formalities by the way."


    "Good, good, go now, it''s convenient that way." The doctor wasn''t surprised by Natsuya''s excited and dull words, he looked calmly at their joys and sorrows. It''s just work, just get used to it.


    Let''s call him Lin Jian!


    Xia He put down the child, rubbed his hands, and took a breath. He was now immensely looking forward to the rising of the sun, eager to see the first rays of dawn seen by the newborn.


    The snow that had accumulated on the eaves of the hospital windows overnight was white and hazy, slowly turning into a mist under the soft yellow and golden sunrise, drifting away and converging on the chimney, and Qiu Li was already up burning the fire and cooking, ready to welcome the New Year, which was immediately followed by Lin Jian''s full moon. It is enough to keep the family busy. And Jian''er is still sleeping soundly in his father-in-law''s embrace.