Chapter 29: The Aesthetics of Madness (2)
Legend has it that those tribes who take the birth of "colonization" organs as the totem, the cradle of the boy after birth is the butt of the cow, and the cradle of the girl after birth is called the belly of the donkey, which has nothing to do with the aristocratic concept of the white lord of the West, nor does it have anything to do with the moral concept of the Oriental gentleman, what we know is which tribes of men and women are armed with bows and arrows, javelins on their shoulders, hunting in the jungle on both sides of the Mississippi River, tigers and lions will pick up their tails and run away when they see their figures from afar.
Of course, in the era of the Internet where hair films are raging, we know that the men who came out of those tribes have given countless curious ladies a "neck" and "rotten" uterine "neck" cancer, aha! Only the right one is the best, and only the most agreeable one is the most pleasant, aha!
Of course, since the American Revolutionary War, since the American white lord openly slaughtered more than 10 million Native Americans in order to seize land and farms in that agricultural era, there are even fewer such primitive tribes in the world.
The glory of the tribal era is in the ancient Yucheng where the Ding Ding eats, and in the classic film and television "Huang Feihong: The Lion of the Western Regions", where the Chinese and the Indian are both second-class citizens.
With the passage of time, backwardness means being beaten, and backwardness means the decline and even extinction of the race.
Why mention this history, because Martin, who came to teach in the American English training class in Gujiao Town, this gambler with a dazzling skin color like black and gold, not only has the blood of a black brother of African descent, but also has the blood of some Indians, and also has the blood of a white man, and most importantly, he also has a strong Chinese blood in his veins, so it is true to say that he came to China to return home.
Don't think that Martin's bloodline is a mongrel, then to put it this way, people all over the world are hybrids. Everyone thinks, not to mention antiquity, that is, in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were hundreds of large and small countries in the Central Plains, and this is how the idiom "a hundred schools of thought contend" came from; Looking at Europe, which is half a world away from China, there are hundreds of large and small city-states in ancient Greece alone......
So, it's not bad to be a hybrid, but people don't like to hear it, and it's OK to say that everyone is mixed-race.
The Martin brothers, who went home to teach, became rich, put on Chinese silk, ate Chinese hot pot, and played Chinese long cards.
But within a few days of such a pleasant day, he was sad.
What's the matter!
Full of warmth and silver desire!
Every night, he lived in a single dormitory with a bathroom with bright and clean windows, holding two large "testicles" in his hands as usual, and two eyes that were brighter than the lamp at the head of the bed, looking out the window at the moon that climbed to the top of the furry mountain in the distance, and longed to use his smooth head to knock the moon in the sky into a big hole.
He thinks it's good for everything, but there is no red light district.
Although he is very bad in the United States, and he can't even marry a wife in his thirties, he can go to the red light district to XXOO at will; It's a good thing here, he has been here for more than a month, and finally touched the legendary red light district, but before the matter was done, the siren sounded throughout the street, and the woman under him trembled like chaff.
Just when he was surprised and inexplicable, the woman under him, who was two feet thick with fat on her frightened belly, suddenly rolled over, suddenly became powerful, easily lifted him off the bed, easily grabbed him by the neck, and then lifted Martin, who was slipping on the ground with half of his legs, walked to the window and threw him out.
The sudden burst of divine power from the stocky woman reminded Martin of the youth of the tribe, and the women of the tribe, if they liked him, would climb with him on the high haystack and shake the mountains with joy; If you don't like his tribal girl, she grabbed him by the neck and lifted him so hard that he fell several times.
However, Martin still can't figure it out, why did you start to be so obedient in the beginning, this girl, you don't like the uncle......
Of course, Martin, who was naked and immoral, stayed in the police station for a long time, and he figured out everything.
This road is not working. Being in a foreign country, Martin, who was a newcomer, didn't dare to make a mistake, so he set his sights on his students.
There was a petite girl among the students, who was very coveted by Martin, so he took the opportunity to guide his studies and often approached him to talk, and succeeded in coaxing the girl to his dormitory. The result was tragic, and he inadvertently poked a finger on the girl's forehead, and immediately poked a layer of oily skin on the girl's forehead. The girl immediately made a bloody "bang", and she fell to the ground softly, fainted, collapsed, fainted.
Killed, Martin thought desperately, the beast "desire" was gone, and when he was desperate, there was a sneering laugh outside the window, and he turned his head to look, it was her!
She is the vice president of the Gujiao Town American English Training Association, a mixed-race child with Chinese ancestry, a beautiful child who has been mixed in the United States for several generations and does not want to be a second-class citizen and return to her ancestral hometown, and is also the examiner of Martin's teaching qualifications.
She was on the street where she was recorded on a random interview show of "How Many Boyfriends Do You Think Women Should Have They", and said with a smile: "Of course it's Han Xin's soldiers, the more the merrier." ”
When the host of the show continued to ask, "Oh my God! So how many boyfriends do you have? ”
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Who can remember this, about one or two hundred!" ”
She is Dinelle, a Chinese name with a bit of a mix of Chinese and Western flavors.
Dinier woke up the little girl and sent her away easily, then happily took Martin's hand and giggled, "Look, why don't you take this girl to the bath." ”
Martin's spring came, and when he came back to his senses, he stepped forward and picked up Diniel, like a little lamb, only to feel that the beauty in his arms was stroking his chest vigorously, gnawing his thick neck, and shouting happily: "It's still your best Chinese girl, which is like those American girls who pursue happiness and independence, either more crazy and crazy than men and unbearable, or cold and serious to make people desperate, tasteless food, it's a pity to abandon it, torture!" ”
Of course, Dinelle, a quirky and coquettish girl, is more curious than true love for men's mentality, and after a few crazy games, looking at Martin sleeping on her side like a dead dog, Dinier blinked and thought to herself that private education has been struggling recently, and the better the business, the more powerful and their lively-minded relatives and friends want to replace it. It seems that it is time to strengthen the relationship with the good sister Mei Xi.
Dinelle, who killed a thousand knives, then introduced Martin to the elegant and touching Comrade Mei Xi, who has a deputy section-level substantive position in the Gujiao Town Government.
At that time, Mei Xi was annoyed by the news that her husband was fluttering the colorful flags outside, and she was reading the sacred poem of "Zhijun is also a prodigal son, and the concubine is from the (prostitute) family" The sacred poem self-cultivation and self-cultivation suddenly saw the black tiger body flying on the waist of the bear, and the majestic body that exudes a black gold luster contains the fiery energy of the sun oven, and the smile climbed up to the cheeks little by little, and the pouting was high, it was really cute, in Martin's eyes.