One o'clock in the middle of the night, or maybe two o'clock, this is not good, the demon king of the mixed world got up. In fact, the Demon King of the Mixed World never slept, just lay on the bed, turned over and over again. The first is pain, and the second is qi. With these two points, I can't sleep anymore. If you can't sleep, you get up. The Demon King of the Mixed World got up, lit the lamp again, and sat on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging in the air, slowly swaying, and his eyes were blank, not knowing where to look. I had to stare at the small oil lamp, stunned. was stunned for a long time, and the Demon King of the Mixed World suddenly wanted to take a small pee. When it comes to urinating, I can't help but talk about the toilet.,The toilet of the demon king of the mixed world is interesting.。 He has two toilets, one is "big" and is outside. One is "small", right on the wall. The demon king of the mixed world is lazy, and if people are lazy, they will invent and create, and there will be many unexpected good ways. Let's just say that when he got up at night, the Demon King of the Mixed World used his brain, he dug a hole in the wall at the head of the bed, and then prepared a hollow bamboo. When he was going to pee, he took off the bricks on the wall, stuffed the bamboo pipe into the hole, and then put his own ** into the bamboo pipe. While urinating, while sleeping, I am not afraid of wind and rain. After urinating, the hole in the wall was plugged with bricks, and there was no smell in the room. How good is such a toilet? It's clean and convenient. Because ** is set in a bamboo pipe, there is a kind of comfort that can't be said. If you're not lazy, you'll never be able to think of such a good way for eight lifetimes.

The Demon King of the Mixed World stuffed his dick into a bamboo tube, straightened his stomach, and peed heavily. After peeing, he shivered, and did not stop immediately, but came to pity the little brother in the crotch of his pants. Speaking of which, the little brother has followed him for so many years, but he has been hiding in his crotch and has never been to the place where he should go, and he has really wronged it. The Demon King of the Mixed World just looked at his little brother, staring, and the more he looked at it, the more sad he became. Later, I don't know if I pity myself or my little brother. The Demon King of the Mixed World knew that as long as he didn't leave Wangjiazhuang, his little brother would never have hope. When I think about it like this, I feel that my little brother is the same as myself, he has lived in vain, and he has no hope at all. The Demon King of the Mixed World touched it with his hand and said sorry to it. After just a few touches, the situation suddenly changed wonderfully, but the little brother became headless and optimistic, and he was still elated. The eyes are big and hard. Straight. It's a heartless thing! It's not a family, I don't know how expensive firewood and rice are. You're too blind and naïve. It's all like this, what are you still shaking your head about?

The Demon King of the Mixed World blew out the small oil lamp and re-entered the bed. Leave it alone. But the little brother just stood there, and they all became small steel cannons. If you don't even have an enemy, what's the point of you being murderous? The Demon King of the Mixed World ignored it. But the little brother was so hard and panicked that he really couldn't sleep this night. The Demon King of the Mixed World could only get up again, slip on his shoes, and wander around the bed in a black hole. After going back and forth seven or eight times, the situation became serious, and the Demon King of the Mixed World felt that there was a very fatal problem inside his body: there was electricity, and he was running around. It was just a moment before the Demon King of the Mixed World was set on fire, ** Medium Burn. Yes, medium burned. The Demon King of the Mixed World grabbed himself and rubbed it hard. He's going to take it personally. Let it mess up, fail, mess up, fail again, and perish.

It can't be said that the Demon King of the Mixed World didn't work hard, the Demon King of the Mixed World worked hard, and it could even be said that he tried his best, however, no. Can't get out. I just can't get out. This is troublesome, and the more urgent it is, the worse it is. The Demon King of the Mixed World came to the wall, touched the bamboo pipe, and the little brother immediately went in. He wants to "pee" himself in this chic way. Only success, not defeat. He concentrated all the strength of his body around his little brother, and pushed forward rhythmically and elastically, both patiently and fiercely. The bamboo pipe scraped his skin, and he felt pain. But this kind of pain has quality, and it is the kind of pain that has pursuit. Special needs, special desires. The Demon King of the Mixed World thought that this bamboo pipe should be Wu Manling, it would be Wu Manling. He's going to her. I will not give up until I achieve my goal. Duan Fang is right, I'll her! See if I dare! I still don't believe me!

At the end of the word is the lighthouse, the torch, the sun. The Demon King of the Mixed World was suddenly illuminated by Duan Fang's words. The Demon King of the Mixed World stopped his efforts and froze there. Why are you here? Why don't you go to the brigade headquarters? Why don't you come really? It's really good. It really must be better than a bamboo pipe. What are you afraid of? What else is there to be afraid of? The Demon King of the Mixed World pulled himself out of the bamboo pipe, relieved and encouraged by his bold decision. It would be an unprecedented feat. I can't even think of it. The Demon King of the Mixed World suddenly became excited, high-spirited, and at the same time calm. I felt that I had dignity and dignity all of a sudden, and I was very decent. It's the kind of stability that can only afford to look down on yourself. The Demon King of the Mixed World put on his coat and carried it a few times on his shoulders. Although he can't go to the army, in terms of temperament, he has already joined the army. He was a warrior. It can also be said that he is a calm general.

Wu Manling slept soundly. One o'clock in the middle of the night, or maybe two o'clock, this is not good, Wu Manling's door was knocked. Wu Manling woke up and asked, "Who?" The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "I." Wu Manling asked again, and heard that it was the Demon King of the Mixed World. Wu Manling put on a padded jacket and got out of bed. Wu Manling has an original principle in doing things, today's work, today's work, today's completion, no overnight stay. No matter how much trouble it is, no matter what time it is in the middle of the night, Wu Manling has no habit of blocking the crowd outside the door. Wu Zhishu lit the cover lamp, opened the door, and the demon king of the mixed world poked at the door with a black rumbling, and at the same time poured in a cold wind. "Come in,—— what time is it?" Wu Manling said. The Demon King of the Mixed World was wrapped in a military coat, his arms were wrapped, and his coat was tightly wrapped. Wu Manling squinted her sleepy eyes, holding the lamp in one hand, dragging the cotton clothes in the other, hunched her waist, laughed, and said cordially: "Is there any pimple in your thoughts?" Wu Manling covered the door, but the wind outside was too strong and she didn't cover it, so Wu Manling had to close the door. When she turned around, she found that the Demon King of the Mixed World was already sitting on her bed. Wu Manling didn't like others to sit on her bed, but she didn't show her unhappiness on her face. Wu Manling walked over and said, "Can't you sleep, right? I knew you couldn't sleep—you chicken belly." With that, the Demon King of the Mixed World stood up. He let go of his arms, and his military coat was open. This opening scared Wu Manling half to death, and the Demon King of the Mixed World only wore a bare military coat, and there was nothing in it. The chest, navel, little brothers, thighs, feet, from top to bottom, the whole body is a large exhibition. Wu Manling wanted to say something, but she didn't know where her tongue was, so she couldn't say it. The Demon King of the Mixed World stretched out his hand, took the cover lamp in Wu Manling's hand, and placed it next to the microphone. Wu Manling remembered the microphone at such a critical moment, and as soon as she stretched it out, she had to find the switch of the amplifier. She wanted to shout. Unexpectedly, the Demon King of the Mixed World turned on the switch first. He blew out the lamp, took advantage of the situation to send his mouth to Wu Manling's ear, and whispered: "You call the branch secretary, you call all the people in Wangjiazhuang." Wu Manling didn't expect this move, and she never expected it to be like this. On the contrary, I didn't dare. Wu Manling did not shout. She didn't dare shout. This time, the work of the Demon King of the Mixed World is much simpler. The turned on microphone was right next to them. Now, the microphone is no longer a microphone, it is public opinion. The Demon King of the Mixed World is not afraid of public opinion. He let go of his hands and feet, with a clear goal and a reckless recklessness. And Wu Manling became a thief, tiptoeing, and didn't dare to come out. The Demon King of the Mixed World began to pick Wu Manling's pants, in order to avoid alarming public opinion due to too powerful movements, Wu Manling's struggle has a limit, which is completely symbolic, more like a well-designed cooperation. The Demon King of the Mixed World put down Wu Manling and rushed into her body at once. Wu Manling felt a pain in her heart, but she held back and didn't shout. Such a scene is strange, the two of them held their breath together, and no one dared to make the slightest movement, as if they were afraid of scaring something, so they just froze there, and no one moved. In the end, it was Wu Manling who stretched out her arm, touched the switch of the amplifier, and turned it off. With a "snap", Wu Manling let out an incomparably heavy sigh, as long as the night and as heavy as the night. With this sigh, Wu Manling's body suddenly loosened, and every joint was released. Almost at the same time, the Demon King of the Mixed World came and activated. He was like a train, cumbersome and soothing at first, but he immediately found his rhythm, standing still and galloping. This is a runaway train, like the explosion of sparks, it divides into countless directions, and it divides into countless locomotives, and they rush towards Wu Manling's ten fingertips and ten toes. Wu Manling was involuntarily driven, she found this rhythm and participated in this rhythm. She became speed. She longed to grab something to slow down the speed, however, she couldn't catch anything, and flew out alive with her hands empty. Wu Manling just wanted to use this speed to hit her head and die. So, she flew desperately. It's a shame. It's a shame. But Wu Manling suddenly grabbed something, it was a flashlight, a flashlight that had been placed under the pillow. In the midst of such a frenzy, Wu Manling accidentally turned on the flashlight, and the light pillar of the flashlight happened to cover the face of the Demon King of the Mixed World. It's a distorted face. The Demon King of the Mixed World must have been stupefied by the sudden light, and his body bounced back. It was a violent, unexpected convulsion. Before she had time to ejaculate, Wu Manling felt that the train in her body had derailed all of a sudden, a little soft, a little smaller. Wu Manling's legs trembled, trying to clamp it, but she lost her strength and did not succeed. The Demon King of the Mixed World withdrew from Wu Manling's body, not knowing what such a move would mean to him at all. It was his first time. It was his last. In the years to come, his small steel cannon became a toy pistol, and he could no longer stand in his crotch except for water.

The Demon King of the Mixed World climbed down. first climbed down from Wu Manling's body, and then climbed off the bed. He's looking for shoes. It wasn't until this time that the Demon King of the Mixed World didn't know that he wasn't wearing shoes. He came barefoot and could only walk barefoot. Before leaving, the Demon King of the Mixed World left Wu Manling such a sentence: "I will come again." "The tone is even stiffer than that of his little brother.

Wu Manling collapsed on the bed, a gust of cold wind blew into the room, Wu Manling was like a piece of wood, got out of bed, closed the door, latched to death, and then used her back to resist. It wasn't until this moment that Wu Manling woke up from a nightmare. This nightmare came too suddenly, and it went just as abruptly, but it was a bit like a fake. Wu Manling can only recall little by little, little by little. She came to the bedside and turned on the flashlight. The sheets are completely out of shape, and the sheets confirm that they are not fake, they are real. The flustered and shameful folds are proof of this. There is a red patch in the middle of the sheet, which is also evidence. This bright red Wu Manling knows, it is her own blood. She knows. This blood reminded Wu Manling that she was in pain, the kind of pain that was torn. Wu Manling knelt on the sheets, bowed up like a shrimp, and curled up. She buried her whole body under the covers. She looked at her own blood and looked at her own blood, and sadness and humiliation welled up. Tears welled up in his eyes. The tears are piping hot, however, the cheeks are even hotter. This time, her tears were cold. Wu Manling grabbed the quilt and covered her face tightly. After all this was done, Wu Manling began her howl. The quilt made her voice muffled and dull, and only she could hear it, and it was safe to come. After crying, Wu Manling stretched out her hand and stroked her body, all the way to her lower body, which became more and more sad. It's the kind of sadness that can only be triggered if it's irreparable. She lost her virginity just like that. Her chastity was eaten by a dog. At such a moment, Wu Manling remembered an extremely important sentence: "I was eaten by a dog." Wu Manling pulled one corner of the quilt, stuffed it into her mouth, and said in a voice that was almost screaming:

"Eaten by a dog! Eaten by a dog! Eaten by a dog!!

Duan Fang came to the brigade headquarters early in the morning. In fact, he didn't sleep well that night, and his heart became more and more bottomless. He mustered up the courage to block Wu Zhishu at the door early in the morning and discuss the matter of becoming a soldier. After a night of pondering, Duan Fang seemed to see some prospects. The Demon King of the Mixed World was "shot" by Wu Zhishu, and Duan Fang was frightened to a certain extent. However, there is a fact that cannot be ignored, the demon king of the mixed world is the demon king of the mixed world, and the end is the end of the party, and there is no relationship in the slightest. On the contrary, hope grows. On the issue of being a soldier, there is one less competitive opponent, and he actually has more certainty. Thinking about it this way, Duan Fang is optimistic again. Of course, I was still apprehensive. Who knows what the Wu branch secretary thinks.

Wu Manling's door was locked early in the morning, which was unusual. Did you go to the commune for a meeting? Duan Fang lingered at the door of the brigade headquarters for a while, took the lock in his hand, played with it for a while, and had no choice but to go back. When it was time for lunch, Duan Fang came to the team headquarters again, but Wu Manling's door was still locked. Out of boredom, Duan Fang had no choice but to come to the window, stand on tiptoe, put his hand in front of his forehead, and look into Wu Manling's room. At this time, Jin Long's wife happened to be passing by here, saw Duan Fang, didn't know what Duan Fang was looking at, tiptoed and followed. The Jinlong family came behind Duan Fang, tugged at the hem of Duan Fang's shirt, and asked, "What are you peeking at?" Duan Fang was embarrassed to say this, blushed, laughed, and said, "I'm looking for Wu Zhishu?" The Jin Long family said: "Isn't the door locked, what else are you peeking at?" Duan Fang said: "You can't talk nonsense, I just want to see, where is peeking." As he spoke, he was going to leave. The Jinlong family did not relent, followed up, and warned: "Duan Fang, the family is a girl's family, I can guard it for others, and I am not allowed to peek next time! ”

At dusk, Duan Fang had come to the brigade headquarters for the third time. Because of the lesson at noon, Duan Fang did not come directly to Wu Manling's door, but stayed far away, standing under a tree and looking at the brigade headquarters. This time, Wu Manling's door opened. Duan Fang's heart was happy. This time he did not hesitate, took three steps and made two steps, and passed. As soon as he entered the door, his footing was not yet stable, and a dog had already pounced. Its mouth is almost square to its chest. Fortunately, there is an iron chain, otherwise, it would have been impossible to pounce on Duanfang's face. Due to the lack of any preparation, Duan Fang was not lightly frightened at this time, and before he could settle down, the dog had already launched a second attack. Duan Fang gave way and jumped out of the door. Wu Manling shouted: "Huang Si!" The dog began to roar, and it was menacing, which separated Wu Manling and Duan Fang. Wu Manling looked at Duan Fang's embarrassed appearance, and a very bizarre thought suddenly popped up in her mind, was Duan Fang last night? Maybe she was wrong. What would happen if it was the end side? This kind of question haunted people and went deeper. Wu Manling fell into it and was eaten by a dog.

Wu Manling stood in the room, the light was very dim, and her face was not so clear, ambiguous, and trance-like. Her face was very bad, and that was true. Duan Fang was uneasy, quite uneasy. Wu Manling's face is fate. It looks like things are not going well. Duan Fang's heart sank suddenly, and he didn't know what to say anymore. Duan Fang stood outside the door, Wu Manling stood inside the door, and there was a dog in the middle, and the two of them looked at each other like this. Nothing was said. The bad feeling spread, enveloping Duan Fang, enveloping Wu Manling, and the dog who didn't know anything. Then there is no need to say anything more. Duanfang's face also became solemn. The two of them stood at the door of the brigade headquarters with heavy faces, each with their own thoughts. It was in this silence that the sky darkened. There are also some late winds. It doesn't look like it's going to work. Duan Fang turned around and left. Wu Manling came back to her senses after Duanfang left, and just wanted to follow, but the dog barked again. Forget it.

The end side was frustrated. Frustrated. At the same time, there is anger. He didn't go home, he didn't go back to the pig farm, and went straight to the side of the Demon King of the Mixed World. Yesterday was the day when the Demon King of the Mixed World was sentenced, and today, it was his turn. It was getting dark very quickly, and Duan Fang couldn't see himself for a long time, but Duan Fang saw one thing, and that was fate. Fate pounced on him, pounced on his face, and was about to bite Duanfang's throat. Fate is nothing else, fate is someone else.

"He" or "she" is always the master of "me".

Him, or she. They, or they, will always be "my" masters. How boring, boring, hopeless, helpless, helpless, and shameless "I" was. "I" is lowly. However, why can't "I" be "him" or "she"? "they", or "them"? Why? Why? Because of anger, but also because of despair, this tongue twister-like question entangles Duan Fang into it, he is like a cat chasing after his tail, because he can't achieve his goal, and he refuses to give up, and the more he chases, the faster he chases. After a while, he went unconscious, and he was about to go crazy at the sight of it. Duan Fang was in a hurry, and suddenly remembered Mr. Gu. He wanted to find Mr. Gu. This materialist problem can only be solved by Mr. Gu. Duan Fang trotted all the way to Mr. Gu's small thatched hut, and kicked the door open with one kick. Duan Fang said:

"Can I be him?

This is a philosophical question, which is unstoppable. Duan Fang said:

"Can you?"

Mr. Gu was drinking porridge and didn't know what was going on. His small eyes were like two tiny green beans under the small oil lamp, frightened, but calm. According to general experience, Mr. Gu knew that Duan Fang must be "thinking" something. He was like this when he was young, he always loved to "think", and as soon as he "thought", he pushed himself into the horns until he couldn't get out. That's a good thing. Mr. Gu said, "You sit down." ”

Duan Fang said, "You answer me!"

Mr. Gu put down his chopsticks and said, "It's good for you to think like this after all." ”

Duan Fang said, "You answer me!"

Duan Fang stepped forward, aggressive, and almost ready to start: "You answer me!"

"Marx tells us on page 60 of the Economic-Philosophical Manuscripts: 'If my own activity does not belong to myself, but is an alienated, forced activity, to whom does it belong? Who is this being?' You see, this question was also asked by Marx. He was in Paris at the time. ”

Duan Fang said, "Who is this being?"

Mr. Gu picked up the bowl and took a sip of porridge. Mr. Gu licked his lips and said, "Marx didn't say it either. ”

Duan Fang walked up to Mr. Gu, stretched out his hand, put a finger on Mr. Gu's head, and said word by word: "I'll fuck your uncle!"

After saying that, he left. Mr. Gu sat alone in the thatched hut, and he was not angry because of Duanfang's rudeness, on the contrary, he was happy. He prefers Duanfang. It's lovely for a person to be able to care about philosophical questions like "can I be him?" People should ask such questions, especially at a young age. It is good for a person to desire to become "him". At the end of the day, the world is nothing else than a process of "me" and "him". In fact, there is no "me" in this world, and "me" is just a pretense, a fiction, and an excuse. "I" is not the essence, not an attribute of the world, never has been. What is the truest state of this world? It can only be "him". "He" is the ultimate human being, the only destination. Faith, religion, and politics have all done a simple job of making "me" doubt "me", "me" to be wary of "me", and "me" to guard against "me", and finally, effectively transforming and evolving "me". This is the embodiment of Darwinism at the forefront of human society. Duan Fang has such a germ of thought at a young age, which is very valuable. Mr. Gu saw hope in Duan Fang's body. Mr. Gu stood up and came to the door, wanting to chase Duan Fang back and have a good chat. But Duanfang has long been gone. Mr. Gu stood in the darkness and smiled at the darkness. Mr. Gu said to himself:

"'I' am gone, but 'he' is still there. ”

Mr. Gu was very satisfied with his words. That night, Mr. Gu had a sweet dream, the content of which was about "it". He dreamed that he had laid a lot of eggs, and he simply pulled them out. After pulling it, I don't have to wipe my buttocks, it's very happy.

Duan Fang was furious, and he kept bringing his anger to the Demon King of the Mixed World. The Demon King of the Mixed World was sick because of the wind and cold at night, and he was soft on the bed, coughing violently. As soon as he saw the bear-like appearance of the Demon King of the Mixed World, he immediately calmed down, but he was not the worst, and he didn't have the Demon King of the Mixed World with him. It's much better to think about it this way. Duan Fang wanted to comfort the Demon King of the Mixed World for a few words, but when the words came to his lips, he laughed and said, "Do you want to eat dog meat?"

The Demon King of the Mixed World didn't understand what Duan Fang meant, and looked at Duan Fang, his pupils were particularly bright because of the high fever. Duan Fang said: "She got a dog, it's big. ”

"Who got a dog?"

"Wu Manling. ”

This time, the Demon King of the Mixed World understood, and suddenly sat up. Wu Manling "got a dog", this sentence was said by Duan Fang, but the complex meaning in the words, Duan Fang will never understand, on the contrary, the Demon King of the Mixed World understands. This kind of dialogue pattern is interesting and interesting. The Demon King of the Mixed World likes it. The Demon King of the Mixed World smiled. The smile was ghostly, very indistinct, close to hideous. Because Duan Fang didn't know what was going on, his excitement was still on the dog meat, so he lowered his voice and said, "Why don't we eat it?" Duan Fang was a little puzzled, looked at the Demon King of the Mixed World in confusion, and said, "What are you laughing at?"

The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "I want to laugh today." ”

Duan Fang said, "Do you want to eat dog meat?"

The Demon King of the Mixed World slapped Fang Fang and said something meaningful: "Dog meat is boring. It's still delicious. ”

But Duan Fang just wants to eat dog meat. This night he was greedy and greedy, and his mouth secreted an infinite amount of saliva, and nothing could stop their car. I especially want to take a sip. If you can have a sip of soju, from the mouth, to the throat, to the eyes, to the stomach, like a thread, it will be a pleasure. The more you don't, the more you panic and panic. Duan Fang never thought that a person's mouth would be so coquettish. Duan Fang sighed and said, "No wonder Li Kui said that the bird faded out of his mouth, it really happened." My mouth is full of birds, fluttering. I really want to take a sip. "The Demon King of the Mixed World knows that Duan Fang wants to drink. But where is the wine? He looked back at the stove, where there was only some salt and soy sauce, not even vinegar, let alone anything else. The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "There is soy sauce, so you can just take it." "That's all there is to it. Duanfang took the soy sauce, poured half a bowl of it, tasted it, it was a little interesting, nodded and said, "It's good to have a taste in your mouth." "The tongue was still a little low, so I put another handful of salt. Duan Fang didn't do it, and he didn't stop it, and he put it again. As a result, the taste of soy sauce is no longer like soy sauce, it is very salty. It's close to bitterness. Duan Fang took the soy sauce and drank it slowly. He drank so much that he was smacking. After drinking, he finally picked up the bowl like Li Yuhe. The Demon King of the Mixed World said, "You can take it easy. Duan Fang took a dry mouthful, with a happy look on his face, put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, and said:

"It's fine. I can't get drunk. ”