"This guy is so funny!" said one onlooker with a laugh.

A girl asked, "Why don't you really resist?"

"It's performance art, you don't understand. Another girl next to her replied. A middle-aged man in his forties and fifties was bending down to pick up the glass of water from the ground, unscrewing the lid, lifting it above the thin man's head, and shouting that I was going to pour it. The thin man only looked at him with slanted eyes, but did not speak. The middle-aged man slowly poured the water from the cup on the thin man's head, and the water flowed down his hair to his face, neck, and body, and half of his body was wet. The people around laughed again, the middle-aged man laughed while pouring, and finally took the empty cup, watching the thin man laugh non-stop, and many onlookers took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

I thought to myself, as the girl asked, what is this? Performance artI know, when I played in Songzhuang and 798 Art District in Beijing, I saw it, and it usually expressed my central idea in a more alternative or even extreme way, but I really can't understand this, masochistic?

After the middle-aged man poured this glass of water, he saw that the thin man really didn't react, he seemed to be even more energetic, and squatted down in front of the pile of things, as if thinking about what tools to use. At this time, two young men in their twenties walked by, one picking up an egg and the other a paper cannon gun. Both had dyed yellow hair and were dressed in fancy clothes. The man with the egg took a few steps back, pretending to throw it at the skinny man's head. The thin man looked at him, nodded slightly, and signaled him not to have any worries, and to do it boldly with confidence. The young man didn't hesitate anymore, he threw it hard, and the egg "snapped" on the thin man's face, very accurately, and the egg white and yolk were sticking on the thin man's right eye, slowly flowing down.

Many people burst out laughing, and another person took a paper cannon gun and fired two shots in his hand, making a crisp crackling sound and smoking. The young man walked over and put the paper cannon gun close to the thin man's left ear, and the onlookers were talking, and one of the old men said, "Hey, young man, this is dangerous, don't you deaf his ear?"

"That's what he said!" the young man turned back and asked, sounding like a northeastern accent, and then turned to the thin man and asked, "Is it okay?"

The thin man nodded.

The young man fired a shot, the sound was very loud, and the thin man was visibly startled, his eyes were tightly closed, and his expression was very painful. Two of the girls were grinning and sympathetic. Then another middle-aged man walked over, wearing a rustic shirt and gray pants, with a keychain and a mobile phone case hanging from his belt. He picked up the blade on the ground and walked up to the thin man: "What's the matter? Then I'll break your face!"

The thin man still nodded. Onlookers objected, saying it was illegal. The middle-aged man laughed and said that of course he couldn't kill people, but he could kill clothes, and with a Henan or Anhui accent. After saying that, he carefully cut the right sleeve of the thin man's long-sleeved shirt from the shoulder with a blade, and the whole sleeve fell to the ground, revealing the thin man's fleshless arm. The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief and burst into laughter.

Maybe it was infected, and the onlookers flocked to the test, you and me, there was a pen to draw on the face of a thin man, there was an egg on the thin man's hair, and a middle-aged woman with a sturdy physique and fashionable dress picked up the bucket of paint, opened the lid, and dipped her finger in the paint and applied it to the thin man's face. The paint was red, and the middle-aged woman first drew glasses on the thin man's eyes, as well as his legs, and then drew a mustache, and finally the two elementary school students also ran forward, competing to dip their hands in the paint, and almost painted the thin man's entire face, and couldn't see anything clearly.

The onlookers became more and more excited, and the middle-aged man with the Central Plains accent began to grab the paint bucket with the two young men with the northeastern accent, and finally a man in his early fifties came over and said in a Beijing accent: "Okay, okay, what's the point? Come on, come on, give me the bucket." ”

The men on both sides looked at each other and handed him the paint bucket in a smug manner. The middle-aged man in Beijing took the paint bucket and poured it all over the thin man's head, and the red paint flowed down his face. Many onlookers burst into laughter, and some even applauded. The middle-aged man in Beijing was very proud, threw the empty bucket on the ground in a chic manner, and clapped his hands: "Isn't this over, what to rob!"

The middle-aged man who poured the glass at the beginning picked up the blade, walked up to the thin man, and raised the blade to scratch his forehead. The middle-aged man in Beijing hurriedly said, "Hey, you can't hurt anyone." ”

"Why can't you?" said the middle-aged man, "he said it himself, he can do anything within two hours, he doesn't resist, and I didn't want his life, don't you see that he hasn't moved now? "The two young men said that this man must be mentally abnormal, and it is okay if you kill him.

The middle-aged man gently made a long cut on the thin man's forehead with a blade, the blade was one-sided, very sharp, and the blood flowed down in an instant, and it was really the same color as the red paint, and it was impossible to see it at all. The middle-aged man began to scratch the man's face again, and one of the onlookers objected, saying that it was too cruel to do it. The middle-aged man was a little frustrated, and then smiled and put the blade on the artery in the thin man's neck.

Someone hurriedly said, "Don't, you'll die!"

The middle-aged man seemed to want this effect, and said proudly: "I can't row, don't worry." There are blood vessels here, but they are thick, and when a blade goes down, the blood can spurt out, I have seen it with my own eyes before, and if I can't be saved, I will definitely die!" The middle-aged man was not yet satisfied, and slowly scratched the thin man's neck with the blade. He stroked very lightly, exaggeratedly, and his eyes widened and he made various expressions.

Some of the onlookers exclaimed, some laughed, some applauded, and some whistled. The middle-aged man seems to be an actor who has been affirmed, and the faster he strokes, the thin man's body is obviously trembling, and his eyes are staring at the blade in the middle-aged man's hand, but he can't see it. I really couldn't stand it, so I squeezed into the crowd, for fear of accidental injury, so I had to gently grab the middle-aged man's wrist: "Okay, don't make trouble, it's all gone!"

"What's the matter with you?" the middle-aged man was upset. I said that if you accidentally really scratch it, this life is your harm, and if you don't have 1.8 million yuan, you can afford to pay for it.

The middle-aged man said, "I didn't really scratch!" I said that it wouldn't work, the blade was so sharp, in case it was broken, if I tried it on your neck, I wouldn't really scratch it.