Large-scale construction and harassment of the world.

When I got up early in the morning, I heard the sound of construction in the morning, I was in a restless mood, I was in a bad state, the first draft was not finished, and my eyes hurt uncomfortably.

Share a reading comprehension question (a small essay in the competition), prevaricate, and hope that readers who have finished reading can leave a message at the end to give the answer to Nietzsche's death.

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The Death of Nietzsche

"Sing a happy song, Smurf the whole day long. Sing a happy song......"

All-copper crystal chandeliers, beige wall coverings by Oppai, three-meter-long floor-to-ceiling windows, and circular modular sofas...... At seven o'clock in the evening, in the beautiful living room, a little girl with two ponytails was lying on the leather sofa and drawing. The girl has a small nose, a cherry mouth, black hair, black eyebrows and black eyelashes, a pair of eyes blinking, she holds the paper in one hand and the pen in the other, and sings "The Song of the Smurfs" while drawing.

There is a little figure on the paper, with red hair tied into two ponytails, wearing a long golden skirt and a pair of red high heels. After painting the main character, the girl is painting the background color, she dyes the background black, and by the way, she draws a small black heart on the golden dress. Suddenly, she added a necklace to the person in the painting, because she couldn't draw, she took out her own necklace and traced it on the spot, singing at a fast pace while drawing.

"Sing a happy song, ......"

At eight o'clock, the door opened and my mother returned. The woman has red lips, red hair and red nails, a black dress, fair skin, and a graceful figure.

"Mom!" The girl is happy.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Draw."

"What are you drawing?" The graceful girl was unbuttoning the silk scarf and changing clothes, and suddenly saw that the newly bought sofa was dyed black with colored pencils, and she was stunned.

"I'm drawing ......"

slapped the ground, and then shouted: "Did I tell you not to draw on the sofa, not to draw on the sofa!" What do you mean by making colors on the couch? After saying that, he grabbed his hair and slapped him again.

Seeing that her daughter did not move at all, slanted eyes and slanted face and chin slanted, and stubbornness all over her body, the woman instantly became irritable, she elegantly threw down the brand-name silk scarf, pressed her daughter down with her left hand, slapped the child's ass with her right hand, and shouted while beating: "I have told you twice!" Twice! Do you know that there are only three things? This time, I have to make you remember it for a long time, and you have a long memory......"

Seeing that her palms were not strong, she suddenly changed her fists, and after seven or eight punches, most of her anger disappeared suddenly. When she was done, she walked into the bathroom, changed her breath, touched up her eyebrows, and sprayed perfume on her red hair. Half an hour later, she changed into her favorite custom golden dress and stepped on red high heels and went out.

When the girl saw her mother leaving, she straightened her clothes, pinned the hair behind her ears, and continued to lie on the sofa to draw, humming softly in her mouth.

"Sing a happy song, ......"

At half past nine, the man returned, dressed in professional clothes, old black leather shoes, and carrying a plastic bag in his hand, which contained beer, fruits, daily necessities, and high-quality cat food specially selected for the little milk cat. After the things were put away, the slippers were changed, and the man shouted in the house with great interest: "Eh! Why didn't anyone pick me up? Nietzsche! Meow meow? Nietzsche? Nietzsche? Meow Meow ......"

"Sweet, what about Nietzsche?" Seeing no response, the man turned his head and asked his daughter on the sofa.

"Bathroom!" The girl replied with drooping eyelids, and continued to draw after speaking, with her feet on stilts and humming slowly in her mouth.

The man with a wrinkled face and slightly white temples walked into the bathroom and stood still, gasping for air. I saw the newly bought Ragdoll milk cat for his daughter Tiantian lying in a pool of blood, with twisted limbs, hair on the spine standing on end, half of his body paralyzed, and a black pencil stuck in his stomach. The red-nosed and blue-eyed cat struggled all over the ground when it saw people coming, whining and growling, and sometimes opening its mouth to puff.

"What's wrong with Nietzsche? What happened to Sweet Nietzsche? The man ran out and asked his daughter.

"Mom hit!" The girl's feet are swinging towards the sky, like a duck's paw in the water.

"Why?" The man's brow was heavy.

"It was playing with my paintbrush on the couch and rubbing the colors onto the couch, so Mommy was upset, Phew! You see! ”

The man looked at it, snorted, and as he did last time, turned around and went to deal with the milk cat in silence.

When the girl saw her father go out to throw the cat, she turned around and continued to paint. This time she drew a cat with a half-body, a body painted bright red, and a snake with an open mouth; The red cat is covered with dark clouds overhead, and a black sun is on the dark clouds; A coloured bird by the sun, the little bird had only one wing, and the other wing fell on the tree; The tree had no leaves, and there was a skull under the tree, and the skull had red hair, and a black pencil stuck across the skull under the red hair.

The girl pouted and stared for a long time after the drawing, and finally added a Smurf, a beautiful, laughing, singing, and omnipotent Smurf, to the Red Cat, and had the Smurf and the Red Cat hold hands.

When she was done, the girl put away her colored pencils and a few pieces of paper, picked up a handful of her hair, locked the door, and went to bed.

In the dark princess's room, the children's voice is crisp and immature, like a stream and a bay, bubbling on the roof. It didn't take long for the bedtime song to be sung slower and shorter, and the eight-year-old girl fell asleep as usual.

"Sing a happy song, Smurf the whole day long. Lalalala......"