For the specific person, death is a bottomless black hole, and at any time, it is difficult to face it. However, if you enlarge the space, you will immediately be relieved, as the people of Wangjiazhuang said, which day will not die people? Comrade Stalin put it even better, when he said of the fallen soldiers: "Death is a statistic." "One statistic, that's true. Sanya died, and there was one more grave in the mass grave in Wangjiazhuang, and there was nothing else.

Sanya's life is not good, it is really not good. It's like that when I was alive, don't talk about her. Dead, it stands to reason that there shouldn't be anything more. But her funeral was not done at all, not even a little mourning, and she was beaming. The time of the funeral was in the afternoon, and everyone was very sad, surrounding Sanya's corpse together, talking about her good. Who would have thought that Wangjiazhuang would be lively. Before Sanya's body was buried, the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, cats, pigs, horses, mules, cows, sheep, rabbits, donkeys, and rats of Wangjiazhuang were suddenly dispatched and lively. In fact, there were signs, and there were signs early in the morning, and no one paid attention to them. The first to rejoice early in the morning were the hens, they did not lay eggs, but they were like women who gave birth to dragons and phoenixes, screaming and coquettish. And the roosters are even more ridiculous, they think of themselves as eagles for no reason, trying to spread their wings and soar between the blue sky and the white clouds. Their stupid wings worked so hard that they wanted to fly, but they couldn't fly high, so they jumped from the ground to the wall, and from the wall to the roof, and from the roof to the treetops. They are on the top of the trees, like huge and strange birds. As soon as the chicken flies, the dog jumps, this is needless to say. As soon as the dog jumped, the movement was loud, and all the people flying in the sky, walking on the ground, and swimming in the water were all dispatched. One by one, they stretched their necks, puffed up their chests, and used their mouths as weapons to die generously in front of them where there was no danger. They have no hatred, but they are filled with righteous indignation, as if the truth were ahead, waiting for them to swear allegiance. They soar and roar, unite as one. And the domestic animals and the cattle were obviously encouraged, and in the end they opened their hooves, bared their teeth, and grinned, and looked like they were in heat, and they were so angry that they longed to mate. However, when they broke free from the reins, and the male and female looked at each other, they were stunned, and their watery eyes were terribly confused. They have no lust. The male did not have **, and the female did not have any redness and swelling. I don't know. You can only scream, you can only jump. If you have suffered sin, you are guarding the widowhood.

Sanya's body was moved out of the house under such a messy scene. Everyone wondered what was going on today, but they didn't expect that something bigger was yet to come—the fish and shrimp in the water were also tossing. At first, the surface of the water was still good, smooth as a mirror, and occasionally there were only one or two splashes. Then it was different, the splash was more and more, and it was getting bigger and bigger. When people walked to the river, they were startled, and the water on the shore was full of fish mouths, white and flowery, but it was black, one and the other closed, as if the water ghost was calling. And shrimp. Their blue-black backs slid against the water, their heads all facing the riverbank, and their long whiskers floated there, so dense that they gave people goosebumps to watch. And many of the big fish actually floated to the surface, they lay down, their big white bellies flashing and flashing, they had lost their strength, their mysterious, elegant and graceful posture. - It's a fish! Someone jumped into the water again. The exemplary role of role models was thoroughly demonstrated, and more people jumped into the water. By this time, not only the poultry, livestock, and fish and shrimp in the water were crazy, but people were also crazy. The news soon spread to the funeral procession, some people fished out, some people caught shrimp, it is not an exaggeration to say that "good news is frequent". When the good news came, the funeral procession suddenly became noisy, lively, relaxed, and slipped away more than half of the time in the blink of an eye. Later, it was almost gone. Where are they? In the river. This is a lot of money falling from the sky, and it's not stupid to miss it× You must know that this is not distribution according to work, but distribution according to demand, and you can catch as much as you want. No one expected communism to come into being.

Grief was replaced by carp, silver carp, crucian carp, bream, catfish, and shrimp. People forget that Sanya is still buried. But then again, you can't just bury other people because of Sanya. People are in a terrible mood. Especially children. At dusk, some fish floated on the surface of the river, but people didn't want it. That's enough. The smoke of this evening was unusually charming, incomparably soft, and curling Nana. As night fell, the smell of braised and steamed spread, very fresh, wafting in the kitchen, patio, pigsty, haystack, alley mouth and the edge of the sunset, enveloping Wangjiazhuang. The grand fish and shrimp dinner began. People are eating fish. People rely on the delicate coordination of the lips and tongue to keep the flesh in the mouth and the bones out. Just when every household was eating fish, the sound of a flute suddenly sounded in Wangjiazhuang. The flute is the flute in the end, as the saying goes, "full of flute and hungry flute", one sentence breaks the difference between flute and flute. Xiao is desolate, it turns back and forth, sad, resentful, unsatisfactory, and thoughtful, it is the way for poor and sour talents who can't eat enough to cry out for injustice, and they pity themselves. The flute is different, the flute is full, agitated, melodious, and has an abundant exhalation, reflecting the atmosphere of full wine and food, and it is full of breath. Who would not eat fish at such a moment and run out to play the flute? Of course, Wang Dagui is here, and his breath and fingering are here, and he can hear it. Wang Dagui boasted "I Send Public Grain to the Commune". This piece has its difficulty, the breath must be full, the key is the fingering, there is a large series of busy and heroic jumps. Think about it, the family has too much food to eat, taking advantage of the sunny and crisp autumn, driving the carriage to send the grain to the commune, such joy and pride are obvious, it must be the people neighing, dancing, not dancing is not enough to explain the problem, not enough to explain the majority of members of the commune, that is, the "country" - honest, obsessive, to the end, unconditional love. Wang Dagui is blowing, to put it more advanced, playing. He blew as hard as he could, with all his might. Because of the force, I lost my voice several times. As you can imagine, his ten fingers are now shaking like moths fluttering on the lamp. Wang Dagui must be using his song to send his daughter, hoping that Sanya will work hard in the underworld, and don't forget to send public grain. Since you work hard, listen to it. It's good. Today is a good day, a thousand years of time cannot wait, today and tomorrow are good days, catch up with the prosperity of the world, we enjoy peace. Who would have thought that Wangjiazhuang would be where it is today? Wangjiazhuang is paradise.

But Wangjiazhuang is not paradise after all. Wangjiazhuang is just Wangjiazhuang. That night, in the early hours of the morning, when everyone was still drooling and drowning in sleep, the earth suddenly turned into water and fluctuated. The fluctuating earth was no longer as thick as it was on weekdays, and it was so soft and squeamish all of a sudden, like the belly of the little sisters-in-law, very intoxicated and very devoted to arching upwards. This arch Wangjiazhuang woke up. Immediately understood, there was an earthquake. But just for a moment, the intoxicating fluctuations went down the surface of the earth into the distance, "whoosh", went to a place out of reach, and there was no trace of it. People rushed out of the room, and many members picked up hoes and poles. They're waiting, waiting for it to come back, they're going to have a final fight with the earthquake, and you're going to come again. And the farmer who slept too dead did not feel the charming writhing of the earth, and they stood on the ground with a black rumbling, and their hearts were only regretful, but they longed for it. Their greatest wish was for the earth to fluctuate again, and they just wanted to see how the earth arched up like the belly of the little sister-in-law.

People have completely lost their sleepiness. In the dark of night, they held on to a nail rake and a hoe. They started discussing. The blind man has already appeared, so how can he be missing the blind man at such a time? The blind man of the king walks around, and for him, night and day are the same, but it is convenient. The blind man went around expressing his authoritative opinions. Just when the sky was about to dawn, the tweeter suddenly sounded, and Wu Manling's voice came from the wet early morning, and her voice was particularly loud in the foggy water vapor. Wu Manling's speech was not long, and the outline was clear, mainly expressing three meanings. The first is a warning. She warned the enemies of Wangjiazhuang not to act rashly at this time, it would be in vain. The second is congratulations. Wu Manling enthusiastically told the comrades in Wangjiazhuang that they had won a "great victory" in the battle against the earthquake. Finally, Wu Manling made a comprehensive outlook on the earthquake work from the overall situation, and she told the members and comrades in Wangjiazhuang that they will achieve one great victory after another, that is, from victory to victory. And who will win the final victory? Wangjiazhuang, of course.

As always, Wu Manling said the most in the tweeter is actually just one thing, that is, "victory". Wu Manling said this, obviously with the characteristics of Wangjiazhuang. If you talk about it in detail, Wangjiazhuang may be the most victorious, victorious, and victorious place in the world. Wangjiazhuang can do without anything, and can not do without anything, but it can't be without victory. Victory is the lifeblood of Wangjiazhuang. Food, clothing, and drink, these things are very important. However, in the face of victory, these things are secondary, they are incidental. People want to eat, they want to drink, they want to wear, first of all, because victory is ahead. If you don't eat or drink, you can't go there. In the same way, you are bare-assed, and you are not decent to walk in front of victory. What is "victory"? Victory is the result. Anyway, everything has a result, which is equivalent to saying that in Wangjiazhuang, anything can lead to victory. Because he has experienced too many victories, Wangjiazhuang naturally showed a numb side in the face of victory. But this numbness is not ordinary numbness, it is atmospheric in its bones, and it has a magnificent bearing.

Next, Wangjiazhuang learned that the real earthquake was not Wangjiazhuang, but a place called Tangshan. It was the Central People's Radio's "local people's radio station simulcast program" that told Wangjiazhuang the news. The news of the central government pushed the earthquake to the end, and in a sense, the news of the central government also brought the earthquake to the end - this matter has nothing to do with Wangjiazhuang. But then the question arises, where is Tangshan? This matter is nerve-wracking. No one in Wangjiazhuang knows, and even the blind man can't be sure. The blind man raised his head, raised his eyebrows desperately, and looked into the distance with his non-existent eyes for a long time, and finally said this sentence with great confidence:

"Far away. Very far. ”

The people of Wangjiazhuang know that Tangshan is "far away". Tangshan is "very far away".

"Far" is a good thing. In the face of earthquakes, "far" is a better thing. "Far away" security. "Far" has a benefit, it is unattainable and becomes a dream. One doesn't hurt, and the other doesn't itch. Who has heard that dreams "hurt"? No. Who has ever heard that dreams are "itchy"? No. "Far" has the added benefit of giving the facts a half-truth. Since it's a half-truth, then ask what it does. Isn't that a fool's errand? Wangjiazhuang forgot about Tangshan in the shortest possible time, took advantage of the large number of people, turned his mouth, and immediately killed a horse pistol and picked up Sanya again. Let's talk about Sanya's personality and Sanya's appearance. Of course, Sanya is in the ground, in fact, there is nothing to say.

What does Sanya look like?

What does Sanya look like? This question entangled Duan Fang. Duan Fang recalled again and again, he remembered Sanya's parted legs, her restless abdomen, her bulging breasts, her fiery skin, and even, her rapid breathing. These are clear. However, this is the end of the memory of the end side. When it came to the upper part of the neck, Duan Fang couldn't remember Sanya's appearance anymore. The memory that Sanya left to Duanfang is headless, he just can't remember Sanya's face. That face used to be so close to Duan Fang, Duan Fang just couldn't remember it. What does Sanya look like? This question almost drove Duan Fang crazy. He couldn't remember. I can't think of it at all. The end side thought hard. But memory is like this, when you exert yourself, you are far from the opposite.

Duan Fang locked himself in the room and didn't come out. The door was not bolted, however, no one dared to enter. There's a tiger in the door, don't provoke it. Whoever provokes it, it will be the first to pounce.

Shen Cuizhen and Hongfan have been standing in the hall, with their empty hands, not knowing what to do. From the moment Sanya's body was dragged back, there was no trace of yang energy in this house, and it was cold, like a dead person. Duan Fang locked himself in the house for more than a day, without food or drink. Shen Cuizhen pretended to be very calm, and her heart was not clean. Although Sanya's death has nothing to do with her, in terms of the relationship between Sanya and Duanfang, she has hit the dam after all. I still blame myself in my heart, and I don't dare to say it. So don't worry, waiting. I don't know what Duanfang is going to say to her.

Wang Cunliang circled in the patio for a long time and returned to the house. He glanced at the door, and stopped talking. In the end, he took out the smoke pot and squatted down at the door. Wang Cunliang took a few puffs at the smoke pot, his face was full of sadness, and he whispered: "What's going on this year? What is going on? What is it that can't get along with our family?" What can't get along with our family, what's the matter with our family?" Wang Cunliang took the smoking pot from his mouth, poked it in the air, and said, "Sanya is gone." Hongfan said: "Life and death are in the sky, and wealth is in life." It's none of our family's business. Wang Cunliang furrowed his brows and said, "Sanya is just gone." Hongfan said, "That's not what I said. Don't pick up everything at home, it's not a wallet. Wang Cunliang didn't want to talk to the red fans, so he raised his head, but went to look at Shen Cuizhen and said, "You too, you just let them be good, why is this like this?" Shen Cuizhen was most afraid of this sentence. Now, Wang Cunliang has picked this sentence away, how can she, Shen Cuizhen, afford it. Just as he wanted to speak, the red powder spoke. Hongfan said: "I want to be fair about this." It's no wonder she's going to blame for that. Duanfang was born to her, and she disciplined her son and couldn't do anything to anyone. According to me, the elbow is turned inward, and it is also the right to be sent. Shen Cuizhen listened to all the words of the red powder in her ears, if she changed her usual time, Shen Cuizhen actually didn't like to hear this sentence. But today is different, it's rare that she is not confused on this issue, and she has spoken for herself. Shen Cuizhen's eyes were hot, and she confessed. A man went back to his room and closed the door. Shen Cuizhen sat on the edge of the bed, thinking of Sanya, hot tears poured out one after another, and it was inconvenient to cry loudly, so her two hands were just on the bed frame, rubbing back and forth. After crying for a while, but hearing the movement in the hall, Shen Cuizhen quickly wiped her eyes dry and went out of the room. Sure enough, it was squared up, blocked in the door frame, like an evil evil.

Duan Fang stared at Shen Cuizhen and walked up step by step. Shen Cuizhen was afraid. In fact, she has always been afraid of this son.

Duan Fang walked all the way to Shen Cuizhen, grabbed his mother's shoulder, and said, "Mom, what does Sanya look like?" ”

This sentence is brutal. Shen Cuizhen was even more afraid. She could never have imagined that her son would ask such a topic. Don't dare to speak.

Duan Fang put his arm on Hongfan's shoulder and begged, "Sister, tell me, what does Sanya look like?"

Shen Cuizhen interjected and said, "Duanfang, Sanya looks quite standard. ”

"I'm not asking how she looks. I was asking her what she looked like. ”

Red Pink is also afraid. Take a step back. Duan Fang didn't ask for the result, put down the red powder, and sat on the threshold. Duan Fang raised his head, looked at the sky, and said, "I just want to know what Sanya looks like." ”

Shen Cuizhen was no longer afraid, but afraid, she came to Duan Fang, stretched out her hand, and put it in front of Duan Fang's forehead. Duan Fang withdrew his gaze from a distance, looked at his mother, and said, "I didn't pay attention to it before, it was at night when we met, and I can't remember what Sanya looks like." Mom, my son is not confused. I just want to know what Sanya looks like. ”

Duanfang's gaze was empty. A thin layer of tears had accumulated in his eyes, but they did not fall. Shen Cuizhen looked at her son, her heart was broken. Shen Cuizhen said: "Duanfang, Sanya, she is dead." ”

"I know she's dead!" Duan Fang stood up violently and beat his chest, not crying, but saliva flowed out. Helplessness made Duan Fang extremely furious: "I just want to know! I just want to know!!What does Sanya look like!!

On the morning of the next day, Shen Cuizhen met Kong Suzhen at the entrance of the alley. Shen Cuizhen wanted to ask Su Zhen if there were any photos of Sanya at home. If you have one, just lend it out and show it to the end party. However, after meeting, I couldn't speak. Shen Cuizhen buried her head, just wanting to dodge. Kong Suzhen stopped Shen Cuizhen instead. Kong Suzhen's eyes were particularly hard and bright, and there was no trace of the funeral at all, but the person was small, and he lost a big circle alive, and his gown and pants were hanging on his body, empty. Shen Cuizhen knew that she couldn't dodge, so she could only walk up hard, and she didn't know how to step out on both legs. Kong Suzhen took Shen Cuizhen's hand, sighed, and said, "Big sister, you don't have to be sad, Duanfang is worthy of her." If Sanya is alive, it will be boring. It's not that I'm ruthless as a mother, it's still so good. It's still so good wow. It's clean. It's clean!" Kong Suzhen was unusually calm when she said these words, but her body was a little wrong, and she shook straight. Shen Cuizhen was worried that she would be planted, so she stretched out her arms and held her with both hands. Shen Cuizhen no longer thought that it was not Kong Suzhen who was paralyzed, but herself. Shen Cuizhen's eyes were full of tears, her two arms grabbed Kong Suzhen's arms, screamed, slid down, sat on the ground, and fainted.

Duanfang has been dreaming. Dreams are always devoid of sunlight and shrouded in a special layer of color, even in a wheat field. Duanfang's dreams are strange, each time it starts in a wheat field, and then spreads to a place where there is no way out. When the wind arose, the wheat swelled, and every wheat was as tall as a reed, and every ear of wheat was as big as a reed flower, and the white flowers were whirling in the wind, desperately trying to lure something, and they were very dissolute. Duan Fang carried a sickle and burrowed into the wheat field. As soon as I entered, the wind calmed down, the waves calmed down, and the overwhelming wheat branches were there, and the wheat grew bigger, at least as tall as the locust tree. Duan Fang actually went into the forest. Duan Fang looked around, there was no one, sighed, and began to cut the wheat. When it came to such a situation, he noticed that what he was holding in his hand was not a sickle, but a saw. The end side starts sawing. It's good, a tomb actually blocked the end. Sanya's figure suddenly flashed out from behind the tomb, and soon, just the waist was infinitely bewitching, a bit like a fox. Sanya's hair was hanging, covering most of her face, and she looked at Duan Fang with one eye obliquely, and her eyes were quite complaining. But he laughed for no reason, laughing endlessly. Sanya walked all the way to Duan Fang, stretched out her hand, hooked Duan Fang's neck, raised her head, her lips were still pursed, and she waited for him unrelentingly. Duan Fang said, it's not good here, there are mosquitoes. Sanya was naughty, and said ruthlessly, you are the mosquito! Sanya said, you are a mosquito, a poisonous mosquito! Duan Fang said, you say it again? Sanya said, you are a poisonous mosquito! Duan Fang hugged Sanya over, covered Sanya's mouth with his mouth, and blocked Sanya's mouth with his tongue, and patronized and buried his head in sucking Sanya's tongue. But I was surprised to find that Sanya's tongue was not a tongue, it was made of rock sugar, and it was smaller when I sucked it, and it was smaller when I sucked it again. Duanfang's heart ached, and he was a little reluctant, so he covered Sanya's cheeks and said, look, it's all for me, so let's keep it for you. Sanya was a little puzzled, and said, it's useless to keep it, eat it, keep it for you. Duan Fang then eats. After eating, Sanya's mouth opened, and there was nothing left in his mouth, empty. At this time, Sanya suddenly remembered something and wanted to say it to Duan Fang, but he couldn't say a word. Sanya was anxious, became extremely violent, danced without saying anything, and wore a cloak. Duanfang was terrified. This startled Duan Fang and woke up. What did Sanya want to say to herself? The end side can't think of it. After thinking about it, I went around to Sanya's appearance again. What does Sanya look like?

In order to figure out Sanya's appearance, Duan Fang almost went crazy. A crazy idea arose, he was going to dig up Sanya's grave, open her coffin, and take a good look. This time, Duan Fang did not hesitate, he stayed up at home until dusk, took out a big shovel from behind the door, carried it on his shoulder, and went out. He can't wait for it to get dark, because when it's dark, he can't see anything.

It was the time to call it a day, and Duan Fang did not walk from the main road, presumably he was still afraid of meeting people. The mass grave is directly north of Wangjiazhuang, relatively far away, is a sheep intestine, and has to go around several bends. This is a must, this is a Huangquan Road, the road of no return, if it is straight, wide, Kangkang Zhuangzhuang, it is not like words. As long as they turn seven or eight corners, the ghosts will not be easy to recognize, and it will not be so easy for them to return to Wangjiazhuang. But Duanfang abandoned this road, and he decided to wade through the river north of the village, so that he would definitely not meet anyone.

But the end side still miscalculated. Just as he was treading water with his trouser gown and shovel, Mr. Gu and his duck turned a corner, and they met the end of the square head-on. At this time, the sun has just set, and the sunset is floating on the west side of the river. The whole river was dyed red by the sun, a spectacular but desolate red, very enchanting. Because of the light, Mr. Gu and his duck, who had just turned the corner, were not in the water, but in a pool of blood. Duan Fang felt that he was no longer treading water, but bathing in blood. It felt weird, with a bloody stickiness and slipperyness. There is also a panic that has nowhere to hide. Duan Fang could have pierced a fierce man, but there was something in his hand, and this fierce man couldn't be pierced. Duan Fang wanted to go ashore as soon as possible and leave this ocean of blood.

Mr. Gu paddled his small sampan over, and when he saw it, it turned out to be Duanfang, so he dragged Duanfang onto the small sampan. Mr. Gu said, "Duan Fang, what are you busy with?" Duan Fang squatted down with his bare buttocks, and was gasping for breath. Mr. Gu said: "Duan Fang, your face is wrong, what are you busy with?" Duan Fang thought about it, raised his face, and suddenly asked Mr. Gu a question: "Mr. Gu, what does Sanya look like?" Mr. Gu said, "It's all over, why are you going?" Duan Fang said, "I'll go and see Sanya's appearance." Mr. Gu raised his head, looked at the mass grave in the distance, and then looked at the big shovel at Duanfang, and his heart was already eight or nine. Mr. Gu said, "Let's go back." Mr. Gu said, "Let's talk about a person's appearance." ”

Mr. Gu took Duan Fang back to his hut, but ignored him again. He invited Duan Fang to drink a porridge, which was considered dinner. After drinking, I walked into the river and took a cool shower, took out a stool, sat on the edge of the river, and felt comfortable facing the wind on the river. Mr. Gu and Duan Fang just sat like this, not talking. However, Duan Fang knew that Mr. Gu could speak, and he promised Duan Fang to talk to him about "a person's appearance". The night slowly deepened, and the moon could no longer hold back and rose. It's a quarter moon. The crescent moon is a ghostly thing, its light is subdued, clear and blurry. There is no color, only indefinite black, and indefinite white. The water in the river was illuminated, wrinkled, and had the air of old age and dreams.

Duan Fang didn't know how long he had been sitting here, and he was a little anxious. Duan Fang said, "Mr. Gu, you said you wanted to talk to me." Mr. Gu seemed to remember and said, "Yes." Mr. Gu stood up and returned to the thatched hut. When he came out again, he had a few books in his hand. Mr. Gu handed the book to Duan Fang's hand and said, "Duan Fang, take it back and read it carefully." ”

Duan Fang pushed the book back, was dead-eyed, and said, "Mr. Gu, what I want to know is Sanya's appearance." ”

Mr. Gu said: "Sanya no longer has a look. ”

Duan Fang said: "How can Sanya not have looks?"

Mr. Gu said, "She's dead. ”

Duan Fang said: "She is dead, but she has a look." There must be. ”

Mr. Gu was disappointed and said, "Duanfang, do you know what death is?"

Duan Fang was stunned and shook his head.

"Death is nothing. Mr. Gu said, "If it's dead, it's gone." ”

Duan Fang said, "She has!"

Mr. Gu said: "Thorough materialists will not agree with you. If the skin is gone, the hair will be attached? People are dead, and the material is gone, where will there be any appearance?"

Duan Fang stopped talking, and a person turned his face away and looked at the water in the distance. When he turned around, Mr. Gu unexpectedly found two moon reflections on Duanfang's cheeks, which were tears. It was cold, but it was very bright, like two knives slashing at Duanfang's face. Only the back of the knife remains.

Mr. Gu said: "Duanfang, tears are shameful. ”

Duanfang didn't know that he was crying. Since the day he came to Wangjiazhuang, Duan Fang has never shed a single tear, even when Sanya is breathing. He won't shed tears in Wangjiazhuang. He didn't believe in Wangjiazhuang. The end party wants to dry it. However, it is not clean. How paranoid the tears were, how crazy they were. It burst out of its eyes, almost gushing. Duan Fang said, "I'm afraid." I'm actually afraid. ”

Mr. Gu said, "What are you afraid of?"

Duan Fang said: "I don't know, I'm just afraid." ”

Mr. Gu thought for a while, handed the book to Duanfang's hand again, and said, "Duanfang, you have to study hard and transform it well." ”

The phrase came suddenly. Duan Fang was puzzled and asked, "What am I transforming?"

Mr. Gu said firmly: "Worldview." ”

Duan Fang said, "What do you mean?"

Mr. Gu straightened up and spoke more slowly. Mr. Gu was a little sad and said, "You are not yet a thorough materialist. Thorough materialists do not believe in tears. Tears are shameful. Thorough materialists are not afraid, we have nothing to fear. ”

Mr. Gu said: "Being born is a denial. To be dead is the negation of negation. Death is not a good thing. At the end of the day, it's not a bad thing. It proves one point that radical materialism is scientific. ”

Mr. Gu said: "To live is to live, to be there is to exist, to die is to die, that is, not to exist." - We human beings are like this, living, dying, living again, dying again, this cycle, this reciprocation, this negation of negation, this spiral. We've all been making great strides for 5,000 years,—— what are you afraid of?"

Mr. Gu said: "We will definitely make great strides for another 5,000 years. What are you afraid of?"

Mr. Gu said: "Thorough materialists do not have such suspicions, such mothers-in-law, such grievances, sorrows and melancholy, such heroic shortness of breath and children's affection. When we die, we don't go to heaven, we don't go to the western heavens. We're dead like a handful of dirt. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. This flower is not the rose and the moon season of the talented and beautiful, the peony and the peony, the cotton, the sorghum, the rice, the soybean, the wheat and the corn. Are you afraid of soybeans, are you afraid of corn?"

Mr. Gu said, "Don't be afraid. No one can be afraid of something that doesn't exist at all, that's a mistake. Sanya does not exist. Sanya's appearance does not exist either. There is your mother-in-law, your mother-in-law, and your timidity. ”

Mr. Gu said: "I talked too much, it was forty-five minutes. Grab a big spade and go home and sleep. ”

Duan Fang must admit that he likes Mr. Gu's conversation a little, his conversation has an open and galloping nature, especially large, and it is imaginative. Duan Fang also noticed that Mr. Gu had such a characteristic when he spoke, that is, he never said "I", but said "we". This time it wasn't Mr. Gu who was talking, he was just a representative. He represents a whole, with thousands, 10,000 people, tens of millions of people, united as one, with the courage of a chorus. This spirit has become a background and foundation, and it is solid. Duan Fang looked at Mr. Gu carefully, and at this moment Mr. Gu sat upright with an expressionless face. Duan Fang unexpectedly found that Mr. Gu was particularly hard this night, and under the moonlight, he was like a chair, made of wood and made of iron. Mr. Gu's body is filled with an invulnerable temperament. Duan Fang believed that he himself was definitely not Duan Fang in Mr. Gu's eyes, it was also a chair, made of wood, made of iron, facing each other, and placed together. It was two empty chairs, in which sat fearless.

Duanfang suddenly realized that thorough materialism was really good. The good thing is that it's thorough. It's all down.