"Don't hit me!" Cao Yuanyuan whispered. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What, sick?" Gao Yifei said.

"You're sick. I'm going to have an abortion!" Cao Yuanyuan said reluctantly.

"If you don't pay attention, I haven't hit you, and my backbone is not healed. You're not going to let them wear the first set?" Gao Yifei said with disgust.

"Do you think they're all cicada fools, they say I'm a pure thing, and I dare to ask them to wear a hood? Cao Yuanyuan was changing diapers while saying, and accidentally touched his fingers, put them under his nose and smelled them, as if he was a little uncomfortable with smoke, his eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed, and he quickly reacted to wipe his fingers on his clothes.

Gao Yifei was crying, Cao Yuanyuan put on his underwear and returned to him and whispered, "Did I scold you?"

"No, if you scolded me, I would feel better, because you are always in love, and you treat me too well, which makes me feel guilty and cry. I still can't understand why being a poet makes real life so miserable? Why does it have to be like this?" Gao Yifei was like a child, he was wronged outside, and when he came home in his mother's arms, he cried even more sadly.

"Don't look at the world behind closed doors, there are people who are more miserable than you, but they don't let you see it.

Do you know that star who sings on both sides? On the eve of his glory, he was so poor that he committed suicide by jumping into the river, not knowing that as long as he waited until tomorrow dawn to be a glorious moment. He was rescued by a homeless man, who picked up a few rotten apples from the garbage disposal station in the morning and gave them to him for breakfast, and at noon received a call asking him to sing.

Therefore, you people who engage in art are always flies on the glass window, although they can't get out for a while, or they have reached the point where they hit their heads and bleed, but the light certainly does not deceive you, because the glass is completely similar to the exit, and no one tells you, just like no one tells a fly, and one more step up is the real exit, and it can soar into the sky.

Don't believe that it is all the credit of the last bun that makes people full, if there are no first buns to base up, will only the last one be full? Surely not! Then the same is true of suffering, you who are engaged in art, who can have the discernment to see where the last bun is?

You will eat buns as suffering, and one day you will eat buns, don't be anorexic. Cao Yuanyuan, who thinks he is not very smart, does not believe that Gao Yifei will be hopeless.

"That's what I thought at first, and now I'm getting impatient. Did he not eat this last bun until he starved to death? Like Andersen, he didn't eat the last bun until he died, how did he become the king of fairy tale writers?

This dog has entered the world, and he has to wait until he dies to let you go? Is this a consciousness that there is another ******? For example, the overthrow of slavery was a great advance for society. If the current society has entered the track of real civilization, why are so many poets and writers committing suicide in the world? Don't say that this is just one-sided, I believe it must have something to do with social relations.

When slavery was overthrown, slave owners also believed that it was because they had the ability or intelligence to become slave owners, and not because of exploitation or others.

If the dog enters, the star will turn purple when he sings a song, and he will have enough money to hit a golden coffin. Why does a writer write a poem called Hanako? There must be something wrong with social relations.

The same is labor, such as a sketch writer, a sketch actor, a sketch actor plays a sketch writer's work, one is rich enough to buy a plane, and the other is poor enough to wear straw sandals. If it weren't for the social problems, then who were the two of them who were crazy? The one who had a lot of money was a madman, because the consequences would be that they would be shot if they were found out about tax evasion? Because they were crazy, they didn't care about so many consequences?

Or is everyone crazy and doesn't give money to the sketch writer, so crazy that they don't understand, and only gives the money to the actor who plays the sketch?

The society is crazy, the people are crazy, or is one of the people who writes the sketch and the one who acts in the sketch crazy?" Gao Yifei said this, as if he suddenly remembered something, and looked out the window, and in his consciousness God was looking at him outside the window, as if he was smiling but not smiling, and was noncommittal to his remarks.

"What are you looking out the window, continue your imagination, this is the time for you to think quickly!" Cao Yuanyuan said, leaning on Gao Yifei's shoulder.

"God is looking at me out the window, and I have to stop and think, like a cow grazing, eating, eating, sometimes suddenly stopping and raising my head, my ears up, listening to a sound?

This was when I was a child, because when the cow was grazing, it would make a sound of tearing the grass off, and when it stopped, sometimes I would hear the singing of young girls in the distance, and sometimes the melodious sound of the flute.

I looked at the cow strangely, why did it find someone singing or playing the flute before me?......" Gao Yifei really said that Cao Yuanyuan's whimsical words were a compliment, and it was related to his childhood.

"Listening to you say that, herding cattle is still a fun thing?" Cao Yuanyuan lay on Gao Yifei's chest, feeling the man's great chest muscles while listening to the man's distant memories.

"It's much more fun to herd cattle than to read. However, this but it will kill me, and the good time of reading and seeking knowledge died on the cattle herding for a long time, which made me start to think about women after I was in my twenties, and I realized the value of reading, because I thought that if I was educated, I could write a love letter to the girl I liked...... "Gao Yifei didn't know what he said wrong, and Cao Yuanyuan stretched out his hand to pinch his leg, this hellish place, almost a man's Moscow, Hitler was not allowed to be intimidated.

"Ouch, Mom!" Gao Yifei reacted quickly and acted scared.

"Don't be stupid, I attacked your Moscow, and if you hit my Berlin with artillery, we will all be beggars on the planet overnight. Cao Yuanyuan put his hand back on Gao Yifei's cheek, like a battle plan, changed to counterattack to defense, from the terrible pinching of eggs to the caressing of the face.

"Then I really went back to herding cattle. It may be that after the age of forty, this cow is my father's professional letting go, but because I like a girl who has a small piece of grass in front of her door, I will get a cow to put there.

I remember that this little girl was in junior high school, but I guess this place and that place are usable!" Gao Yifei said as he compared Cao Yuanyuan's body, as if these places were slow to pass in language or writing.

"Don't tease me, tell me what's going on with you?" Cao Yuanyuan's hand hung in the air again, like a German plane hanging over Moscow.