"The world unanimously looks at money, and thousands of miles of officials are only for money. Dare to do anything for money, and make trouble with money. She said with a smile, and then straightened her back with her hands on her back: "I will dedicate a limerick poem to this creative feat." ”

"That's a luxury! Where is this kind of moth worthy of such a big gold? I replied with a smile. She smiled and shook her head, meaning it didn't matter.

I asked her to sit down, and I was still standing there, and I continued:

There are ten or twenty old man tickets, and I feel that it is very money, and I feel that my waist is thick when I carry it in my pocket. But when it comes to this, it feels like a neatly bundled piece of floral paper, and I can't think of any other use than to burn fireworks decently when going to the grave. I feel that the sense of absurdity generated in front of such a wall of money cannot be experienced anywhere, and its intensity is unattainable even if it is superimposed on the absurdity of a lifetime. At least for people like me. At that time, staring at this wall of money, I felt the extreme boredom of life, and the emptiness seemed to be no longer stepping on this absurd world. When I think of the fact that I have worked hard without winter and summer, just to earn a few such fancy papers, my doubts about life are almost destroyed, and I don't understand all living beings: why are they still living with their mouths open, panting, and desperately pursuing. Come and stand in front of this money wall, see how much meaning you can feel in life, see how much you can still have in life, and not be evaporated by this bizarre spell.

But in any case, we are reluctant to swallow this ** breath, but I can't help but ask in front of the money wall: What is so greedy about this kind of thing, don't you just spend flowers! Which nerve is wrong with this corrupt official, and why is his value orientation so low-end? Then think about it: If you want to replace me, if you don't send gold bricks, gold bars, and gold tweezers, just use this color printed flower paper to perfunctory, or if I don't fall on your face, I will be in vain as this powerful official who can bring you dozens or hundreds of times the benefits! At that time, I will have the opportunity to meet this corrupt official, and I will sincerely say to him: Is it worth it to throw black yarn or even lose my head for this stack of flowers and papers? Life is not good, is it ruined like this?

This corrupt official really lost his head for a whole wall of fancy paper.

It is said that when he was about to be executed, he did not have much remorse, and did not think that he had done anything wrong, and he asked eloquently: (806 words are deleted here) ....... …… The objectivity here has been embodied in the rotation of Hedong and Hexi in the past 30 years since ancient times. Forget it, don't help me find a reason, the reasons you are looking for do not correspond to the actual situation. The little doll is looking for a reason for the adult, and it doesn't make people laugh! I don't need to find a reason, it's obvious - the time has come, and I'm out of luck.

How, do you hear the stubbornness here? To tell you the truth, the reason why the stubborn forces are stubborn is that they hold on to stubborn thoughts until death. It's what used to say about going to God with a granite head. I have always believed that when such stubborn thoughts are used as ideological weapons, there is nothing to taboo in the world. What is wrong to cover the wrong and wrong to top the cigarette, it will come naturally, and the Lord of Yama can't help it.

Since he died without repentance, before closing his eyes, he could not help but deeply remember the fancy paper that put him to death. You said that the last thought of his life was like a pile of fancy paper, how boring and cheap, this kind of death is lighter than a feather. If all he received were gold bars, gold bricks, and gold tweezers, then the last image of his life should be a mountain of gold piled up with yellow, orange and orange things, how brilliant, how dazzling, how bright, how much he died without regrets! Its death is heavier than Mount Tai.

Looking at it in comparison, the death of corrupt officials now cannot catch up with the death of corrupt officials in the feudal era. If you don't say anything far away, let's explain clearly, which one did not die on the pile of gold and silver. When raiding the house, he opened the private treasure house with an uproar, and the luxurious light of the precious metal was dazzling, and he thought that he had strayed into the heavenly court of the Jade Emperor. It is a person who will feel that it is worth it to stretch his neck and wait for a ghost head knife in exchange for these weighty and colored swag. When the click sounded, the head that fell to the ground and rolled around, the flipped images were all glittering gold and silver, with more density, more quality, and more taste, and it was not possible to think of being heavier than Mount Tai. Isn't the Heshen you mentioned a prominent example?

Therefore, I especially despise the death of corrupt officials now: dying on piles of fancy paper that say that they will be invalid, with bells and whistles, gently fluttering, and calling me, who regard gold as their life, how can I not regard them as low-level and coarse small farmers and peddlers. At best, a small shopkeeper. But I also despise the death of corrupt officials in the feudal period because of their preference for silver. You say, "What do you do with so much silver in your private treasury, and you take it out for gold?" All of them were replaced with gold, and the image that was flipped after clicking was all gold, and its purity, its heaviness, and its hardness could not be twice as heavy as Mount Tai.

Anyway, I look down on anyone who doesn't treat money as their life, and I don't understand it. If I had a chance to make a big profit, I wouldn't be sitting on the pile of gold, it wouldn't be me.

"When your chance comes, I have to encourage you to boldly reach out to the gold!"

"That's right. I sincerely accept such encouragement. ”

"You hold the approval of the gold you have caught, and if you don't see the gold, you won't scatter the eagle!"

"That's how it works."

"You can arm your teeth with gold."

"Not really! At that time, my whole body was shining with golden light, black and white would not be extinguished, and I would not use a flashlight when I walked at night. ”

"You can stand at the Oscars and become the biggest award giver in history, to encourage the screenwriters, directors, actors, composers, artists, costumes, makeup, and so on, all over the world, and all kinds of people on all five continents."

"It's so dazzling, I'm embarrassed."

"You've got to be embarrassed. went to the Oscars and became the biggest golden man in history. Only such a dazzling return is worthy of your efforts. You are the highland of hard work, the skin of the greedy ghosts is peeled off by you layer by layer, and the greedy ghosts turn their heads to pick the skins of the laborers again, and the cycle repeats, endlessly, and in the end, there is blood everywhere. I didn't see it, male Lao Tie, in your honest skin, there is such a vicious heart, you are not afraid that one day the two mountains will fall together and press you down? Tang Seng didn't come from the Tang Dynasty to the present, no one can save you. Even if the beasts in the mountains want to save them, they don't have the strength, and they don't know how to use tools, at most they go around the pile of rubble that is pressing you, and they scream all over again: Help——! ”

We both smiled, her smiling eyes shining like a lake in the spring morning. But this eye is not yet the time for me to look as much as I can, if I am greedy in advance, it will undoubtedly make me in a trance, and the established drama must be chaotic. Now, I have to stop my thirst and devote myself to preaching:

I still have a big secret, I don't know if you will feel awkward when you hear it, but I think about it myself, and I feel quite comfortable.

She didn't answer, just smiled and motioned for me to come and listen.

This big secret is that before I came to the mountains, I loved going to the emperor's mausoleum very much. I also go often, especially the imperial tomb where the underground palace was excavated. As for places such as the underground palace of Baocheng Minglou, I omitted it, and I lost my freshness for a long time, so I entered the gate of the cemetery and went straight to the exhibition hall where the unearthed cultural relics were displayed, and I stayed in it for a long time to watch. It's all a treasure from the dungeon, which makes me endure a minute more than I can rely on. Think about it, the wolf, who has been hungry for more than half a month, is hesitant to take a bite in the face of the fat lamb on his lips, does he want to restrain himself to death?

I, a man who loves gold more than my life, staring at the gold ingots the size of steamed buns for burial, as well as gold crowns, golden bowls, gold belts, gold basins, gold kettles, golden chopsticks, golden toads, pure golden oranges and oranges, and overripe papayas, what will I do? They were separated from me by a glass that I could break open with an elbow and fill my satchel. Yes, just do it, the wolf will not restrain himself, and man cannot restrain himself to death. So, this scene appeared in my mind: the elbow was raised, and it was hard to go down, click, and the glass of the display case opened widely, and it was immediately filled with a satchel, and then it rushed outward, knocking the little security guard who had just reacted, and scurrying away, turning around and returning to my den of thieves. Then he turned on all the lights in the thief's den, put the gold goods in his satchel on the table one by one, and ate wildly with his eyes.

When I feed my eyes and mouth, I bite with my teeth without letting go of one piece, so that every piece of gold is covered with my tooth marks. Just like the stamp of steel that can best prove identity, I use tooth marks to prove that the gold is mine.

I don't know how many people in this world have bitten gold, it's a pity that they haven't bitten, then you pick up a piece and put it in your mouth, when the upper and lower teeth bite a little harder, the heavy gold only accepts no resistance, the tip of the tooth hey, soft and glutinous into it, like biting the steamed dragon tendon that only the gods can taste, how not to let the tooth tip that likes to eat soft and not hard, very nostalgic. It's the most wonderful feeling in the world!

Some people say that biting gold is too rough, but I don't see it that way. Let yourself experience the most wonderful feeling in the world, how can it be called rough? Gold has no nerves, doesn't know how to hurt, and anyone who likes it can let go of the bite. Biting is the most heartfelt expression of what people like? If the gold were eaten in my stomach and no one died, I could almost swallow it.

The bad thing is that the French Open is restored and not leaked, and if you stretch out your hand, you will be caught. Not only did I stretch out my hand, but I also used my elbow before reaching out, and this law is too embarrassed to spare such a person who flouts the law so much. As soon as the gavel fell, Bang threw me into a deep prison on the one hand, and put the gold that I had bitten all over my body back into the display case in the name of cultural relics. This time, in addition to the age and unearthed time, there is also a thrilling and lost experience. Well, nobility and crime appear in the public's field of vision at the same time. But what about me? The gold is gone, and in prison, my eyes are full of despair, and under the forced gaze of the iron doors, iron windows, and iron chains, I am thinking of the gold covered with my tooth marks, and I am sad to die. When I lose my gold, I lose my life. Don't look at me, I'm just a walking corpse waiting to rot.

She laughed, not loud, but crisp.

"I don't see that you're more money-obsessed than Grandet. But a person who is obsessed with wealth is guarding in this barren mountain and remote mountain where he can't see gold, how bent he is. ”

I said that I am not called a money fan, but a liking; I think that there is an exchange to have a wealth fan, and without exchange there is no money fan; When the gold arrived in my hands, it followed the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang and sealed it completely; I will only cling to my gold, and I will not exchange it for it. I don't have anything to bend to, I can't feel bent because I don't have a physical object, in fact, it's all about how I think. If you can't think about it, if you don't have it, you don't have it; If you want to get a bit, if you don't have it, you don't have it. When I get in a hurry, I think of the small station as the gold I get, so how much gold do you think I have to have? If I had to rot here in the end, I wouldn't feel compromised. I have a tombstone of gold that will never decay and never fade beside me, how can I bend?

"Hey, can you still think of the station as the gold you got?"

"Yes!"

"You still have this magic?"

"Yes."

"If you say that, you're going to stay here forever, and at last make this your tombstone that never rots?"

If I say it's up to me, I think so.

She looked at me, didn't say anything, stood up and looked out the window with her arms folded, and slowly turned her head. I could feel her gaze wandering over the building, and I think she was trying to see the gold I was talking about, so that I could get a sense of the atmosphere of the cemetery. She has such an eyesight, and the death and desolation here can only be achieved in the blink of an eye.

In a New York minute

The present time,

It's been many years.

Man is gone,

The thing is still there,

The years still lend the hands of the four seasons,

Deepening their imprint.

"Leave everything to time" may be the habit that the universe wants us to uphold, but time does not care about existence. Time, whether it is the present or the future, is used to pass - the passage is the root of time, and the meaning and only mission of time is to pass everything in time.

But no matter what she saw now, whether she was in the present time, or in the time to come, she was still the present. With this silent flow of consciousness at the moment, who can guarantee that it will not turn to the fairy tale? What the hell, you have to pull her out right away.

"If you don't look inside, this little station is as calm inside and out as you seem. If you want to put it thoroughly, it will be otherwise: behind this calm, there is unrest. ”

She turned her head and moved her arms together, and a ghostly light flashed in her squinted eyes: "Not calm? ”

"Yes, not peaceful." I answer in the affirmative. "Just talking about this old station, it is very much like the old house that makes people hairy in the legend, and occasionally there will be strange phenomena that cannot be explained, revealing an indescribable shade."

"You like to play tricks?" She asked, tilting her head playfully.

"No, no, I'm not the passerby, I'm talking about reality." I replied with my throat down.

"Yes! So what you said about this reality, should it be very scary? ”

"I can't say that. People vary widely. ”

"If there's anything you can't say, just say it and listen to it."

"That's right."