More than two months ago, when I was in the Inquisition, I heard about a reformer, and I remember one of the stories about the reformer and the eunuch. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It is said that the messenger lives in a not very large dormitory, and there is a writer in the dormitory opposite the door, and the messenger often goes there to urge the change, and the writer often uses various excuses to deal with him. During the "Great Urge", there was a never-before-seen movement in the building, and Song Minghe was relieved and went to play in the field for a period of time. Later, he came back, probably to persuade people to come back, saying that he was "indispensable" and a backbone, inviting him, inviting him, but if he didn't leave, he would move roughly, tied up with flowers, like an arch pig, not only ugly, but also a knife was broken. At the end of the urging, he couldn't walk, so the dragged him forward, his clothes were torn, covered with dirt and mud, and he moaned from his mouth. People who knew him turned their heads when they saw him half-dead. Suddenly, a rotten man ran out of the crowd and ran towards him with great joy. He screamed gloatingly, threw himself at him, mocked him everywhere, choked him with a sneer, and wrote a novel on him with a pen. It was useless for others to drive him away, kick him with his feet, beat him with a stick, and he must stay with his opponent. At last the broke the writer's pen with a big stick, and he let out a few wicked laughs, and happily walked away with the running girl. Ink was added to the ground, leaving a few ink marks on the chaser's broadsword. The Watchmaker took a few years to come back, and the first thing he did was to buy another knife to visit the writer. The neighbor told him that after the writer gave Le bad that day, he returned home and didn't write anything, and he became a eunuch after three days.

Listening to this story, I thought of the writer I had urged. Yes, I also urged the change, that was a few years ago, when an acquaintance introduced me to the Imperial University to study full-time, so he wanted to give me the task of urging the change, because my dormitory is just across the stairs from his, which is suitable for the conditions of the change. I said yes, and his roommate was happy. Here comes the writer, a goose-faced lewd waistcoat man, pickled and skilled, and he has a knack for standing up whenever he is asked for something, putting his two front feet together and making excuses. This skill is not something that these roommates have trained. He also has a group of secondary school and second disease friends, and I don't know anything about them. When they left the second secondary patient and left the house, they gave the writer to this group of writers who slept with him, and the writer returned to the gang of rotten people. When the writer came, he had a three-popular name, and its pronunciation was "cut ninety". We discarded the name and renamed it "Du Stop".

Du Zhiwan has been in our university for four years, and he has a good dormitory with this one. It doesn't bite, and when it sees a stranger, it barks at the gate for a while, and as soon as we call, he runs away. At night, people often walk outside the corridor, and when it hears a certain sound, it will make noise and scream towards the corridor, and the cry is indeed a bit harsh, but he only screams a few times and then it is quiet. It was more often in the bed and on the dining table, and sometimes we were in the dormitory to rub hemp or kill with the lewd men, and he would come in and make a few moves, begging to get into the game, causing everyone to laugh. Song Minghe was more interested in him, and once in the summer of the third year of Qingfeng or later, Song Minghe paid a return visit to Du Gongxia's place for an incident, and urged Du to stop the cup's work. Another time Song Minghe visited Du Gong, and was a guest in Du's apartment, and he was very unkind to Du Gong, who was a hybrid product, and he said that he also urged him to change in Baxun. Two years later, he went to Yandu to attend an emergency meeting of excavator operators, and when he saw Du Gong, he asked, "How is your work?" Hearing him say that it would be even more immediately, he was furious.

Du Gong's roommate Bi Gong also likes to Bao Di. During the three years of study, every time we went to Doule World for dinner, he would always ask the waiter for a few bones to feed Du Gong.

We went to Shenfeng and the old emperor to wave it, returned to the bedroom, and listened to the rotten people say that when we were in Shenfeng, the rudder door was closed, and Du stopped guarding the door every morning to see if I was going to urge the change. He does this every day, and he never gets tired of it. When he saw us coming back, especially when he saw the cake man, he couldn't stop shaking his head and tail, that kind of happy and affectionate look, I am still very moved when I think about it now, and I seem to be asking that question again: "How is your work?"

"How's your work?" If I could see Du Zhubei again, I would definitely ask him the same sentence. My urging will not decrease. However, there is no update anymore.

In early February of the fourth year of Qingfeng, when Du stopped the cup and began to go to Lu Jinyan, the update became a big "burden" for him, and the nearby urgers often hit the door and shouted at night, saying that they wanted to kill the eunuch. Hearing the sharp sound of the blade, Du Zhugen trembled, fearing that this cry would lead the eunuch messenger to his house.

At that time, the cake prince was already in a state of semi-retirement, and when he practiced boxing in the courtyard in the evening, Lu Gong and others persuaded him to hand over Du Zhugen, and he asked his right sauce to try. But who wants to accept such a burden at this time? It is said that it had to be given to the slaughterhouse to be used by the butcher to practice hooking, but the cake man was unwilling. In the past, when he saw Du Stop Cup, he wanted to practice boxing, and these days he went home after practicing boxing in the Martial Arts Association, and Du stopped the cup to beg him for something to eat, but he secretly cried.

The situation is getting tighter and tighter. Next door to Du Zhubei lived a tall pork rib chef, who was originally a member of a martial arts association, and the pork rib shop was built by himself, and there was only a bamboo fence from my yard. Someone went to his house to copy the update. We could hear the movement of the people next door clearly, and we could see something through the cracks in the fence. This night, the nearby watchmen knocked on the door several times to arrest the eunuch, but fortunately, Du Zhuwei did not come out to scream, and he was not arrested. This is the first time in more than 20 years that I have seen a house search, rotten people going in and out with things, some lewd men scolding loudly, and some people breaking the altars and jars. It was a terrible scene. I couldn't sleep well for more than ten days, and this night I thought more about it, and talked about Du Shu with the cake Gong, and we finally decided to send Du Shu to the slaughterhouse and hand it over to Lu Gong to do.

After Du Zhugen sent him away, the cake man came home from work, he couldn't hear the sound of the waves, and he couldn't see Du Zhugen begging him for bones and following him into the house. But when he swallowed two pieces of Yiyang Powder and practiced boxing for a long time and couldn't stand upright, he couldn't help but think of Du Stopgen, and after thinking about it, he felt that not only did he not get rid of anything, but he was carrying a heavier burden. What appeared in front of him was not Du Zhugen, who shook his head and tail, and made excuses again and again, but Du Zhugen, who was lying on the dissecting table and cutting his belly. He thought about it further, not only the eunuch Du Zhigen, but even he himself was being dissected. He was ashamed of not being able to protect a chamber seat; In order to practice boxing quietly, he sent Du Zhubei to the dissection table, he looked down on himself, he couldn't forgive himself! In this way, he shamefully began a life of unintentional and submissive boxing. On the one hand, he blames himself, and on the other hand, he wants to protect himself and not let his family ascend to heaven with him. He himself finally became Du Zhichang, and it was his luck that he did not die in the pit......

Three years and five months have passed. Song Minghe still lives in this building, and every morning he goes to Du Gongfen Rudder to urge the change, with a piece of tile under his feet, and the bamboo fence has been replaced with a seamless brick wall. A few new rotten families were added to the house next door, two extra windows were opened in the high walls, and sometimes a little garbage was poured down. The new Japanese knife I had just bought had already collapsed and rotted after being eaten by insects, and even the scabbard had been dug up. In the right corner, a large septic tank was added, which was moved from the next five-story apartment. smoked away several diligent men, and a few more lazy people who didn't update. I miss the person who used to work with me to urge the watch, in the green grass season, he often bent over, or went downstairs to bring roast meat, and before and after lunch, he sometimes threw bones for Du to stop watching. …… It was like I had a big dream. The wounds all over my body made my heart feel like it was boiling in a pan of oil again.

There will be no end to this ordeal unless I have summed up my miserable life over the past few years and paid off my spiritual debts. This is by no means an easy task. Then I won't have a good time in the future. But I also came back to life in those years.

Even in the period of "renewal", Du Zhugen frequently makes excuses, let alone today? I'm not afraid of everyone's ridicule, I want to say: I hate Du Xuan, I want to give him a middle finger.

Even after the agreed ten updates were completed, Du Zhu still did not update.