The brainless guy found a "cape" wig and some clothes picked up from the garbage heap, and smeared his face with dirt!

I was probably the best of the bunch, because Cuckoo sat down and sewed a costume for me out of a sheet and a comb cover, and she made me a shawl out of a tablecloth, like Superman wears!

In short, the Shakespear Killer turns on his fan maker and asks us to start acting on page 13 of the script!

Around this moment, I should enter the hut with the torches, which the Shakespear Killer had borrowed from the Drama Department!

The fool shouted, "Look!

So, the killer lit my torch and I walked through the classroom and into the hut!

At this time, the fan was in full swing, and I guess that the Shakespear Killer probably didn't take into account my height of two meters three when he built the hut, because my torch hit my head on the ceiling!

The mad Tarzan should have said, "Poor Tarzan," but what he said was, "Watch out for the torches!"

I looked down at the script to see where this sentence came from, but in vain I said, "Watch out for the torches, you brain-dead!"

I replied to him: "It's rare in my life that I'm not brain-dead - you are!"

Then, the roof of the hut caught fire, and it fell on the "Shawl" wig of the mad Tarzan, and the wig was also on fire!

"Turn off that ghost fan!"

Someone yelled, but it was too late!

Tarzan the mad man roared and screamed, and the prince took off his colander lid and put out the fire on the head of the mad Tarzan!

The people in the classroom jumped around, coughing and choking and scolding, and the girl who played the fool became hysterical and screamed: "We will all burn!"

All of a sudden, it seemed that this was the case!

I turned my head to look behind me, and my wind was actually on fire, so I pushed open the window, hugged the fool by my waist, and jumped out together!

The windows were only two stories high, and there was a pile of bushes on the ground to block our fall, but it was lunchtime, and there were hundreds of people walking in the courtyard!

And we are all on fire and smoking!

Black smoke poured out of the open classroom window, and suddenly, the Shakespear Killer leaned out of the window, waving his fist and looking around, his whole face covered in soot.

"Zhou Bo, you ****** brain-dead - you idiot! You have to pay!" he yelled!

The fool crawled on the ground, wailing and wringing her hands, but she was all right—only slightly charred—and I ran away with all my might, my cloak still on fire, and a puff of smoke trailing behind me!

I didn't stop until I got home, and when I got into the apartment, the cuckoo said, "Oh, Zhou, what's going on? I bet you're doing a great job!"

Then a strange look appeared on her face!

"Do you smell burnt?" she asked!

"It's a long story!" I said!

Anyway, after that incident, I didn't listen to the "brain-dead characters in literature" again, because I had seen enough!

However, every night Cuckoo and I performed with the "Dinosaur", and throughout the day we loved love, walked, and picniced on the riverbank, and the days were like paradise!

Cuckoo wrote a beautiful song called "Love Love with Me with All My Heart", in which I have a solo with a bell!

It was a wonderful spring and summer, and we went to play the tapes, and a few weeks later he called to tell us that we were going to do an album! Soon after, people called us everywhere and asked us to perform in the local town, and we bought a bus with the money Mr. Toubi paid us for, and there were beds on the bus and so on, and we were on our way!

Everyone crowded at the door.

The upper part of the door is made of crystal.

Papa Bear lifted Dumb up so she could see better.

Clumsy saw rows of small white sugar cubes on a long table.

These cubes resemble sugar cubes, except that a violet-colored comical monster mask is painted on one side of each cube.

At one end of the table, some elf mini-figures are busy painting monster masks for many sugar cubes.

"Isn't that it!" said Lady Long exclaimed, "Sugar cubes that are dripping around!"

"I don't look like it's round. Said the brain idiot.

"It looks square," Peacock said, "it's totally square!"

"They're square," said Ms. Long, "and I would never say they're not square." “

"Didn't you say they were round!" said Peacock?

"No, I never said that. "I'm talking about dripping." “

"But they don't look like they're slick!" said the peacock, "they look square!"

"They're dripping!" Ms. Long insisted.

"They're not dripping!" cried the peacock.

"Dear peacock," said Madame White, "don't pay attention to Lady Long! she's lying!"

"My dear friend, you old fellow," said Lady Long, "change your brains!"

"How dare you speak to me like that!" said Madame Bai loudly.

"Ah, shut up," said Lady Long, "now look at this!"

She took a key out of her pocket, unlocked it, and the door creaked open!

Suddenly, rows of small cubes of candy quickly looked around to see who had come in. The little face turned to the door and looked at Ms. Long.

"Isn't that!" she cried out in triumph, "the sugar cubes that are dripping around! there's nothing to argue about! they're the sugar cubes that we're looking around!"

"Oh my God, she's right!" said Papa Bear.

"Come!" said Ms. Long, as she left the place and walked on, "Keep going!

The next door they passed read: Cream Hard Candy and Cream Cocoa.

"It sounds more interesting. Mr. Bai, Peacock's father said.

"Very good stuff!" said Lady Dragon, "Elf mini-people love it, it makes them small." Listen! You can hear them cheering right now!"

The door was closed, but shrill laughter and staccato singing could be heard.

"They're drunk," Ms. Long said, "and they're drinking hard candy with orange juice, and they like this one the most." Also loved cream cocoa wine and tonics.

Please come with me! We really can't stay like this!"

She turned left and then right, and they came to a long staircase, and Ms. Long slipped down the handrail of the staircase. The three children slid down after him, and Madame White and the brain-idiot mother walked breathlessly.

The brain idiot's mother was a big fat man with short legs, and she had trouble breathing like a fish thrown on the shore.

Ms. Long shouted, "Go this way!"

Turn left from the bottom of the stairs.

"Slow down!" said Madame White, gasping.

"It can't be," said Ms. Long, "that if we walk slowly, we'll never get there on time." “

"Where have you arrived?" asked Peacock Bai.

"Don't worry," said Lady Long, "just wait and see!"

During that time, there was another incident that played an important role in my life!

One night, after our first performance of "Pit Daddy", Firebird, the drummer of "Dire Jiao", pulled me aside and said, "Zhou Bo, you are a decent and good person!

I asked what it was!" said the firebird, "and he gave me a thin cigarette!"

I sue him for not smoking, thank you!

The firebird said, "This is not an ordinary cigarette, Zhou Bo!

I told the firebird that I didn't think I needed to expand anything, but his attitude can be said to be a bit persistent!

"Get up and try it!" he said!

I thought about it for a moment and thought that a cigarette should hurt me, so I gave it a try!

Well, let me say: my realm has indeed expanded!

The speed of things seems to slow down, and the sensibility becomes sharper!

The third performance that night was the best performance of my life, and I seemed to have a hundredfold increase in musicality when I played, and when the performance was over, Firebird said to me, "Zhou Bo, do you think that's called punctuality?" -- try it when you love it, and you'll know!"

I tried, and he was right! I paid some money for it, and before I knew it, I was using it all day!

The problem is, after a while it seems to make me a little dumber! I wake up early in the morning and light a stick of marijuana and lie down all day until I go to the show!

At first, the cuckoo didn't speak, because everyone knew that she also took one or two puffs herself, but after that, one day she said to me, "Zhou Bo, don't you think you use that thing too much?"

"I don't know," I said, "how much is too much?"

The cuckoo said, "You use it so much, it's too much!"

But I didn't want to quit! Somehow, it got rid of something that I might have been interested in, but there was nothing to worry about during that time!

In the evenings, during the break between performances, I would sit on the iron steps behind the "Pit Daddy Club" and look up at the stars!

One night, the cuckoo came out and found me looking up at the rain!

"Zhou Bo, you must quit this thing," she said, "I'm worried about you, because you don't do anything but perform, and you just lie like that all day! It's not healthy! I think you need to be away for a while! After tomorrow we'll be out of town, so I thought, maybe we should find a place to go on vacation! Maybe go up the mountain!"

I just nodded! I wasn't even sure I heard her!

Well, on the third night, when I was performing in an out-of-town performance, I found the backstage exit, walked outside and lit a ****** cigarette!

I was sitting there alone, only minding my own business, and I didn't try to provoke anyone, when two girls came over!

One of them said, "Hey, aren't you the flute player of the 'Dinox' choir?"

I nodded, and she sat on my lap! Another girl grinned and screamed, and suddenly took off her coat! The one on my lap tried to unzip my pants and pull her skirt up, and I sat there, my head drowsy!

The iron door of the backstage suddenly opened, and the cuckoo shouted: "Zhou Bo, it's time-"

She snapped her mouth shut and immediately said, "Sniff, bastard!" and slammed the back iron door!

I just jumped up and the girl on my lap rolled to the ground, another cursing!

I walked into the club and the cuckoo leaned against the wall and cried!

I walked over, but she said, "Stay away from me, you bastard! You men are all the same, like wolfdogs - you don't respect anyone!"

I've never felt so bad! I don't remember the last of our show!

On the way back, the cuckoo walked to the front of the bus and refused to say a word to me!

She slept on the couch that night, and the third morning, she said maybe I should find my own place to stay!

And so I packed up my things and left! My head hung low! I couldn't explain it to her, I couldn't do anything!

I've been kicked out again!

After that, the cuckoo is gone!

I asked around, but no one knew where she went!

Firebird said I could squeeze a nest with him and move there when I found a place, but it was so lonely!

Since we didn't have any shows and nothing to do, I thought maybe I should go home to see my mom, or maybe go to Little Frog's hometown to start a seahorse business!

Maybe I'm not a natural rock star!

Perhaps, I thought to myself, I'm just an arrogant brainchild after all!

But one day, Firebird came home and said that he had just gone to watch TV at a tavern on the corner of the street, and he actually saw Cuckoo?

I said I had to go see her, and Firebird said, "Well, let's see if I can bring her back!"

He said he knew where she lived, because a group of fat cow townspeople had rented an apartment in President City to do anti-war demonstrations!

I packed my bags - all my stuff - thanked the firebird and hit the road at once!

I don't know if I'll ever come back!

When I arrived in President's City, it was a mess!

There were sheriffs everywhere, people shouting and throwing things in the streets, like violent troublemakers! The sheriff hit the heads of those who threw things with batons, and the situation looked like it was about to get out of control!

I found out the address of where the cuckoo might have lived and walked over there, but no one was home!

I waited on the iron gate steps for most of the day, and at about nine o'clock in the evening, a car stopped at the iron gate, and several people got out of the car, and she was among them!

I got up and walked over to her, but she turned and ran back to the car!

The others, two men and one girl, didn't know what to do or who I was, but one of them said, "Listen to me, if I didn't provoke her now—she's very sad!"

I asked why, and the guy pulled me aside and told me about it:

She was arrested yesterday and spent the night in the women's prison, and this morning, before anyone could bail her out, the prison people actually said that she might have lice in her hair, because it was too long, etc., so they shaved her hair to the core!

The cuckoo is now bald!

Well, I guess she didn't want me to see her like that, because she got into the back seat of the car and was lying on her stomach!

So I crawled over with my hands and feet, so as not to see what was going on in the window, and I said, "Cuckoo—it's me, Zhou Bo!"

She didn't say a word, so I told her that I regretted what had happened earlier!

I said I would never take medicine again!

I don't play in the orchestra anymore because there are too many bad temptations!

I also said I was sad that her hair had been shaved off!, and then I climbed back to the iron doorstep where I had put my luggage, took out the hat I used as a soldier in the canvas bag, climbed back into the car, put the hat on a stick, and stuck it through the window!

She took her hat and put it on, then got out of the car and said, "Oh, don't lie on the ground, you big fool, go into the house!"

We sat down and talked for a while, and the others smoked marijuana and drank stout, but I didn't touch any of them! )