In this section, the author uses the word "imaginary" for the first time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info can't be taken literally. Authorship refers to a nature that is innate to human beings. The meaning is not much different from what Freud said about "****". When Li Jing walked in the sky, he could not only see the dirty streets under his feet, but also the scenery in the distance, and always see the horizon. There was a gray mist on the horizon, and under the mist was the canopy of willow trees, which obscured the walls. Inside the canopy are high and low roofs, as well as stone walls high in Luoyang City. The wall was more than two feet high, blocking all view from the outside. Those who live outside the walls only know that there are people with status living inside, but they do not know who they are and how they live. Li Jing thought that if he brought pure loess from outside the city, mixed it with the feces of children's, and added some more hemp and paper tendons, he would be able to build a tulou more than five zhang high -- you can't build the tulou no matter how high it is, and it will fall down no matter how high it is -- and then build a five-zhang high wooden building on the tulou (the wooden building can only be built to five zhang high at most, and no matter how high it is, it will collapse), and then build a bamboo building on the top of the wooden building with bamboo and mats, so that the three buildings together will be more than ten zhang high. In fact, no one is willing to build a bamboo building at such a high place, because a strong wind will blow the bamboo building away, and you can't even pick up the bamboo with a mat, and these two things are still worth a little money, and others will not return them if they pick them. But it doesn't matter in Li Jing's opinion. He just wanted to climb up to the bamboo building before it was blown away by the wind and see what was inside.

Since the city was born, all the cities have been divided into two parts, one uptown and one downtown. Li Weigong lives in Downtown, and he wants to go to Uptown to see it, which is also called thinking about it. When I have free time, I always have to go around the professor's area of the school a few times to have a good time. It was a small two-story building, with large aluminum doors and windows, but unfortunately it was full of bad old men, and the balcony was full of cardboard boxes. I like to look in from the window, but I don't have a voyeurism, only a house voyeurism. When Li Jing was walking in the sky, he also saw Hongfu walking on the wood-paved sidewalk on the street below, wearing ** clothes. So he stuck his crutches in the mud on the side of the road, and descended from the air, blocking her path. Li Weigong slid down from the top of the crutch in a chic posture, like a big bird falling from the sky, retracting its wings and aiming at the ground with his feet. Several passers-by were about to give him a shout, but he fell in a hurry and accidentally threw out the things in his bosom, among them a dead snake and several live scorpions, all for the peddlers, so they took the cheers back, and gave him a burst of laughter. This kind of thing that is brilliant in front of ** is unbearable, if it is touched by other hooligans, it will definitely kill the red whisk to hide the shame. But Li Jing just blushed, stretched out a finger and touched his nose, and he didn't have the idea of killing people at all. This shows that although Li Jing is determined to be a good hooligan, he still can't be a hooligan. He was ruthless and determined to ask her for double the protection fee, but she wouldn't give her a single penny. Then he was ruthless again, and confiscated the guy who was cheating on the. That thing was a condom made of sheep urine bubbles. Without it, you would lose money when you start a business - you will earn just enough money to pay for the abortion, and you may not be able to get it if you ask for money. I thought a medal should be given to the person who invented the condom because he avoided the birth of an illegitimate child and turned a very fatal thing into a game. But medals are generally only given to people who have made the game very bad. If Li Jing had understood this, he would not have been so poor when he was young.

In Li Jing's opinion, Hongfu is a very strange prostitute, her figure is too slender, too tall, and from a distance, she looks a little top-heavy, because she combs her hair in a huge bun, which is almost the size of a large iron pot. Her skin was so white that it turned red when she was slightly exposed to the sun. She just stood on the side of the street and looked around. Li Jing walked over, reached out and snatched her purse, rummaged through it, and she stared at him, looking like she couldn't help but speak, but finally didn't say anything. In the end, Li Jing returned the bag to her, glared and roared: Where did you hide the money? Li Jing said again, where did you put that Dong XC? Hongfu asked: What is it? Li Jing said: How can this be reasonable? Wow! Red Whisk straightened his arm and sniffed his armpits. After smelling both sides, he said, "I take a bath every day, how can I be ranciful." Li Jing glared for a while, then smiled and waved her hand to let her go. Li Jing later said that he found a lot of imported goods in the pocket of the red breeze, such as small mirrors from the Western Regions, incense powder from the South Seas, and so on. The leather clothes and skirts she wears are all real Moroccan leather, light and soft, unlike other *** wearing fake Moroccan leather with nitrate, which is not only rattle, but also smelly. She also exudes a sultry musk scent, which is never easy to catch. There is no money like this, and people really can't believe it. If a real hooligan encounters such a situation where he has no money, he will make a fuss in the street, he will push her down in the muddy water, and he will throw her bag on the roof of the house. But he didn't do anything like that, but lingered for a moment in the scent of her walk, and then climbed up to the top of the corner, where he staggered for a moment to find his balance, and then walked forward. This incident shows that Li Weigong's repentance this time has ended, and soon he began to think about it: imagine where this woman came from, where she is going, and start a love affair with her. Needless to say, people like him are too much to use.

If the red whisk is really regarded as ***, there will be a lot of trouble. Fortunately, her outfit was only specious, not only did the prostitutes dare not prostitute when they saw it, but even the daring hooligans did not dare to rashly come over to collect protection money. Only Li Jing, the fluted head, came up and grabbed her bag. When he walked away, Hongfu heard someone on the side say, "Okay, two plainclothes people have touched each other." That's not true. Even women in plain clothes can't afford to wear Moroccan skin. But a few of the hooligans on the streets of Luoyang recognized the Moroccan skin, let alone knew its value. You have to know someone like Li Weigong who is well-versed in the past and the present. And Li Weigong was thinking about geometry problems all day long, so he found out that it was Moroccan skin, and he didn't feel strange at the time, until he got on the corner and walked to the street, he shouted Damn, something is wrong! At that time, he wanted to turn back and look at the red whisk again, but a donkey cart driver who followed him said: **** Your mother! Is this walking, or is it grinding? He didn't go back, but went to Dongcheng to meet the friend who published the book and told him that he bumped into a *** friend wearing Moroccan skin today, and the friend said, "It's hanging, it must be plainclothes." If she sues you for indecency, it will be enough for you to stay in prison for half a year. Li Jing said: Don't be funny, Moroccan skins sell for 20 yuan per square inch. The friend said: High-end plainclothes. Li Jing said: Forget it, no matter what plainclothes she is. I'll tell you, I proved Fermat's theorem. Fermat boasted of proving this theorem, but he didn't write the proof, and if he proved it, it was the same as if he didn't, and I don't know if he really proved it. Li Jing wanted a friend to publish a book for him to publish his remarkable discovery. But the friend said, "Come on, you haven't had enough of the board." He asked Li Jing to paint the Spring Palace for him, and gave ten yuan for each painting. Because he had just been beaten for a while, Li Jing agreed. This is because you can get money by drawing a villain book, after all, it can be seen and touched, which is much better than an ethereal mathematical theorem. But after a while, it occurred to me that painting a painting is only worth half a square inch of Moroccan skin, what is the meaning of such a life. In the end, he finally wrote Fermat's theorem into the text of the Spring Palace villain's book, which shows that he is still a thief and continues to think about it. It's not uncommon to see things like this, for example, in ancient Chinese books, there are two sentences that slip by:

The three of them walked together in ancient times, and the old trees bloomed twenty-one.

This is actually a solution to an indefinite equation, called Han Xin's dark point - I don't know what Han Xin has to do with Lao Shu. But I know that this shows that there were many people like Li Jing in ancient times. If we take a closer look at Tang and Song poems, we will find that there are all the theorems of modern mathematics and physics, both known and unknown. Now I know for sure that the Spring Palace commentary written by Li Weigong contains the proof of Fermat's theorem, but I can't read it - this is because no one knows what the proof of Fermat's theorem should be, or rather, no one has been able to prove Fermat's theorem. It is like the condom invented in the Sui Dynasty, which was lost in the Tang Dynasty, so it gave foreign devils the opportunity to invent it again. Because it's lost, I don't know how to interpret the descriptions. The simplest explanation is: that's some **** tricks. But it shouldn't be like this. The reason why it shouldn't be is that we exist. Our task is to explain the trick of **** into mathematical theorems, find out the theory of relativity in Song poetry, and find out Newtonian mechanics in Tang poetry. The pay for this kind of work is 200 yuan per month. So I often think like Li Weigong: What is the meaning of this kind of life. My mind and Wei Gong's mind can be completely connected in one part, completely incomprehensible in another, and half-connected in other parts. The common part is that we are all sneakily making up all kinds of terms and abusing language, and these thoughts are the same as the mood of the perverts who sneak into the women's dormitory in the middle of the night to steal the bra pants that are hanging in the house. The part that doesn't work is that I can't prove Fermat's theorem, Li Weigong is a genius, and I am not. The half-understood is that he is not genius enough or I am not reckless enough. But these differences are only something I can appreciate, and to outsiders we both seem to be the same mysterious. I can imagine what Li Weigong would look like at home at night: he took a pen made of bamboo sticks in his hand, moistened the ink ingot with saliva, and made his mouth black, and looked straight at the black smoke of the oil lamp, while at the same time, he painstakingly compiled the proof of Fermat's theorem into hidden words and wrote it into the commentary of the Spring Palace. In this way, he left a Fei Guess thing to the world. I have a friend who is translating books and has painstakingly translated totalitarianism into totalitarianism. I also have a girlfriend who does women's studies, and she also painstakingly coined a word - "feminism" (feminism).

Now the word "right" simply can't be used, and making up some strange words by yourself is itself a hint. I am now writing the story of the ancient great scientist Li Jing, and I am also painstakingly adding all kinds of metaphors, hints, and innuendos. People of today may be able to read it, and people of later generations will also think that I have left some things that I guessed. The ghost knows if they can read it, but if they don't leave a puzzling thing for future generations, it's just a wasted life.

People say that intellectuals have a duality, and I agree. It seems to me that this property is as follows: on the one hand we can prove Fermat's theorem, which means that we have some skills after all, and on the other hand, no one can see through whether we have any skills or not. In Wei Gong, the former aspect is the main one, and in me, the latter aspect is the main one. Fortunately, this difference is not obvious to outsiders. In their minds, we are all the same eccentric.

According to historical records, Li Weigong was tall, about 1.95 to 2 meters in appearance, with an eagle-hooked nose and a little yellow eyes, and heavy hair on his body with a little body odor. This shows that he is not a pure East Asian yellow race. After five chaotic times, this is a common thing. At that time, there were also characters from all walks of life in Luoyang City. There are Jews with big noses and small eyes, who peddle low-quality green glass beads, but they are sure that they are made of green jade; there are Koreans wearing hats and fat-legged trousers, and there are Koreans who roast salted fish on the roadside with yellow smoke and roast salted fish to sell, giving off a sweet and fishy smell; and there are dark-skinned Indians who sell all kinds of medicinal herbs according to the principle of similar treatments: for example, ivory is a medicine for fixing teeth, zebra tail is a medicine for defecation, and donkey hooves are used to cure foot pads, etc., but in fact, they are all gone. The last thing that shouldn't be said is that the rhinoceros horn is aphrodisiac - you shouldn't even think about it, the horn is not a ** official for the rhinoceros, and the fight is not a ****, there is an element of black humor here, you need to think about it to know. These people live in the same downtown, like Li Jing. Li Jing was tired of living in this place for a long time, and he even dreamed of moving into the stone wall. But when he became the Duke of Tang Wei and tasted this taste, he felt that it was not very good. He really wanted to put on the black silk clothes and go back to the market. If he did, then he would be the oldest hooligan in Chang'an.

I have a deep understanding of this point of Wei Gong - when he was young, he felt that there were opportunities in front of him, for example, there were no square machines in this world, blowers, etc., these machines were very useful, and they could not be invented by others, and he invented them without much effort. I'm sure Edison thought the same way when he was young, but what happened to Edison didn't fall to Wei Gong. If he had Edison's chance, China would have a large international company with a history of 1,000 years: Weigonglee, International. At the very least, it's much more famous than any Bell Labs. If you can't grasp the opportunities in your eyes, you have a feeling that you can't get in.

In Li Jing's opinion, Red Whisk is a very strange prostitute, not all in the downtown. But in Hongfu's opinion, Li Jing is also a very eccentric hooligan. In fact, she didn't know what a real hooligan looked like, but she just thought he was different from the guys in black clothes who were chatting in the streets. Li Weigong was tall, with a goatee and yellow eyes, while the hooligans in Luoyang were all Mongols with short faces. Li Weigong spoke in a good voice, while the hooligans in Luoyang spoke indistinctly, as if they had no nose. For these reasons, those people said that Li Jing was a "thunderbolt", in other words, that he was a plainclothes detective sent from above, or an informant who received some kind of allowance. At that time, there were many such people in Luoyang City, more than all the thunderbolts of the former East Germany combined. While eating in the restaurant, a man would stand up, take a card from his waist, slap it on the table, and say, "What did you just say?" Say it again! Talking nonsense is like running a red light today, and you will be fined five dollars. There are also traffic lights on the streets of Luoyang, which are two signs that say "turn down" and "avoid", which are lit up when a carriage with dignitaries passes. If you run that red light, you'll be locked up, just like today's.

People say that Li Jing is a thunderbolt, and Hongfu doesn't know it. She only knew that when she was standing on the street, Li Jing didn't come over after a while like other people in black, pretending to pat her ass unintentionally and touch her *** This is because those people suspect that she is not a real prostitute and is also a thunderbolt. If it was a real prostitute, she would have called out: "Cheap!" Death! Or: Do you want to do it? Pay for it! Don't take advantage of it! Hongfu would not say any of these words, she would only stare at those people with wide eyes. This is because she is not really a prostitute either. Actually, she's a courtesan. There are many differences between this word. So after someone touched her, she would catch up and explain: It's true - I didn't pretend to say these things on the streets of Luoyang, like a madman.

Hongfu remembered what she saw on the streets of Luoyang—mud tumbling under the wheels, lead-gray puddles, and crowds of people hurrying to and fro. These scenes are just a wall away from the stone garden where she lives. If you don't go outside the wall, you'll never know there's something like this. If you don't get out of this wall, you'll think the whole world is a stone garden. And spent his whole life in a stone garden. Of course, I can't say what's wrong with that. But such a life is not suitable for the red whisk.

When Red Whisk stood on the side of the road and watched the muddy streets, she didn't live here. The muddy and splashed Luoyang City is not all Luoyang City, there is also a stone-paved Luoyang City. There is a big difference between the two, there are only prostitutes and no courtesans in muddy Luoyang, and there are only courtesans and no courtesans in Stone Luoyang. At that time, Hongfu was in a place where she shouldn't go, and she felt very fresh to see people walking around on the street. There is no mud in Luoyang, and there is no turn. Li Jing broke up with her, and got on his crutch, as if riding the wind and fog, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. There were many people coming and going in the muddy water, tall and low like jagged groves. In addition to people, there are all kinds of cars in the muddy water. The bullock cart with solid wheels moves in both directions, and the flat donkey cart can only seat one person, and if the cart puller is a donkey, he will stand down and call when he sees a grass donkey. There are also bicycles, which look like benches with two wheels. The rider of the car held his legs in front of him, and held two sticks in his hands to prop himself on. In addition to people and cars, there are also dead cats and dead dogs in the muddy water. In the midst of these things, there are countless flies. In Shiluoyang, there were very few flies, and the leaders thought that the flies should be extinct, and gave them to each courtesan, doorman, cook, and nurse each ******, thinking that these people could defeat the flies. And in the stone wall, the fly is a very terrible animal, when you walk on the corridor, the fly will fly out with a "boom", the eyes are like two wheels, the mouth is like a sword, and the legs are still full of hideous hair, viciously approaching you, at this moment if you do not hide your face and cry, you are not a lady. But this is not the case outside the stone walls. There are so many flies here. There are so many flies that even the head looks small. I've used the word twice – "heads", but I still can't figure out whether it's a verb or a noun. It means like the slang word "man", which simply means one or more men. To put it more complexly, it refers to the arrangement by generation. For example, if I talk about "masters", it may be someone's second uncle, or it may be someone's eldest nephew - this big character still puts gold on my face. This is just a discussion of the meaning of the words, and the actual situation is different. The word "heads" reminds me of a face ready to play official, and this face reminds me of the buttocks of a buffalo. When this face arrived at the venue, I took a sip of tea and cleared my throat, and I saw the buffalo raise its tail, revealing a pile of cow that was about to be the boss - there was nothing bad about this analogy, just because I heard that Americans call "cow". The man sitting next to me extinguished the cigarette in his hand, carefully twisted the butt between his fingers until the paper disappeared and the tobacco shredded into powder, and then lit another cigarette. That's what the leaders see when they appear. Normally it does not appear, but is always there for us.

Red Whisk is still beautiful in her forties. Her hair was still as dark and long as it had been when she had been twenty. But she said she was getting old. This is because the ends of her hair are parted, like a broom seedling. Because of this, a rustling sound can be heard on her body in the quiet night, like a plate of silkworms eating mulberry leaves. It's because the ends of her hair are bursting. At night, you can still see tiny sparks bursting from her hair, like golden sand in the water. Her hair seemed to be a black mist, because the ends of her hair resembled a ball of dandelions. And this is not the case when you are younger. The red skin is still fair and smooth, but it has lost its luster, this is because she has countless small wrinkles that are invisible to the naked eye, and a drop of water will be absorbed without leaving a trace, and after taking a bath, her body will weigh two pounds. Her eyes had a luster like ancient ivory, but the red eyes of her youth were not, black and transparent. Her body is now soft, while when she was younger her body was as elastic as a fresh apple. So Red Whisk said he was old. Being old has nothing to do with being pretty.

At the age of forty, Hongfu was the Duchess of Wei and a first-class lady of the Tang Dynasty. But when she was young, she worked as a courtesan, which was later criticized. In fact, the courtesan is not ***, but it is an affirmation of her beauty. But this point is difficult to explain to the other noblewomen of the Tang Dynasty. At that time, she was working as a courtesan in the family of Yang Su, the imperial lieutenant of the Great Sui Dynasty, so people said that she had an improper relationship with Yang Su. In fact, she had never seen Yang Su at all. At that time, her hair was much longer than it is now, more than three feet long. When washing your hair, soak your hair in a large bucket like a bucket of kelp. That's because I have nothing to do in the Taiwei Mansion, so I have to keep my hair. This is also the arrangement of the leaders, and the leaders say, since you are idle and have nothing to do, then take care of your hair. Other courtesans were idle, some also raised their hair, and some raised their nails, which were more than a foot long, and their hands together looked like a porcupine. There are also people who wrap strips of cloth around their bodies, wrap their waists thinly, wrap their feet small, and so on. This is the same as raising flowers when people are idle and have nothing to do, the only difference is that raising these things is more expensive than raising flowers. The man who raises his nails must put a yoke on himself as if he were a prisoner, otherwise his nails will not be safe. After eating, the person with a thin waist has to drink soapy water to induce vomiting when the food has been digested, because the passage to the lower part has been blocked, and the upper passage can only be used for eating and excretion. We all know the disadvantages of wrapping small feet. Speaking of which, long hair is the least harmful, but it is very troublesome to wash your hair, as long as you have shabu shabu.

When Hongfu became a courtesan, he was only seventeen years old. She was beautiful and a virgin at the time. I could have been a movie star, or a model at the time, but I didn't have these jobs back then, so I had to go to work as a courtesan and live in that stone garden. In other words, it could have been used as an exhibit, but it had to be used as a collector's item. No matter what kind of product it is, it is a work of art anyway, and the ornamental value is the main thing. It is stronger than "those women whose utility value is the main one". After leaving the Taiwei Mansion, Hongfu never had three feet of hair. Now her hair was just over three feet long, but it seemed very many, and it was all over her head, for each of her hairs was one when it first grew, and at least fourteen or fifteen when it was at the end. So she walked around with the hair in it, and told the others that her hair would not be tied. Because the hair is expanding on its own, it will break the ribbon that binds the hair. But no one believed that. Instead, people say that Red Whisk uses a popcorn machine every night to break up his hair and make it look voluminous. She looks very chic like this. Some of the ladies were very envious and made their hair like this. Their mother said, "Why don't you learn well?"

We know that the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty was very different from that of the Great Sui, not only did the eunuchs not raise courtesans, but the maids who served the old lady were all ugly old women who were over fifty years old. This shows the rise of women's power in the Tang Dynasty, and also explains why the old men of the Tang Dynasty often pick up ashes with their daughters-in-law. The ladies of the Tang Dynasty had never seen courtesans, and when they heard the word, their hearts itched. They all admired this Aunt Hongfu who had been a courtesan. And none of the noblewomen of the Tang Dynasty have ever seen courtesans, this is because from the Sui to the Tang Dynasty has undergone a change of dynasty, so the nobleladies used to be people who wallow in muddy water. This also explains why the old men of Datang specialize in picking ashes with their daughters-in-law. The old men of the Tang Dynasty were all poor in the past, and they had never seen courtesans, which shows why everyone was in a daze when they saw Hongfu. But in the Great Sui, which official eunuch family does not raise courtesans, just like today's officials do not have cars, and they don't look like a real official eunuch. But it's a bit wrong to say that a courtesa is a car. They don't look like cars, they look like celebrities with calligraphy and paintings. Zhang San, an official of the Great Sui Dynasty, went to Li Si's house as a guest, and Li Si said, "Brother Zhang, look at the courtesans raised by my brother; those girls ran out to show Zhang San, just like the later officials who asked people to see their Zheng Banqiao and Zhang Daqian; the difference was that calligraphy and paintings could not run, and courtesans could not be hung on the wall. After reading it, the girls ran back again. When Hongfu saw Li Jing, he worked as a courtesan in Taiwei's house. There were a lot of courtesans there, so they were divided into three shifts and took turns to run out to show people. When he wasn't at work, Red Whisk would run out to play. If someone makes a small report, it will be broken. If you have a life problem like this, I'm afraid that the guys in the same dormitory won't deal with you. At that time, the same dormitory with her was a bearded man, a man. -- This type of living is called cohabitation. I'm living with someone else now, but living together is a thing that has been around for a long time - generally speaking, men don't beat women. I haven't beaten it.