When it comes to suicide, I think there are all sorts of things. Some people commit suicide to make people feel terrible, some people kill people to feel hateful, and some people commit suicide to make people feel unfathomable. Although Hongfu's suicide has been approved by the leaders and is a martyrdom for her husband, no one believes that Hongfu wants to die because he misses Wei Gong - as we all know, several years before Wei Gong's death, he would only snore with his eyes closed (as mentioned earlier, Li Weigong did not only snore, but others did not know this), and whoever missed him loved noise. What's more, Hongfu is now a lady of Yipin, and she is beautiful (as mentioned earlier, she doesn't know this), and she can find as many lovers as she wants, whether it is a male lover or a female lover. Therefore, the suicide of the red whisk is the kind that makes people unpredictable. Red Whisk has done unfathomable and profound things in this life. For this kind of person, the leaders naturally do not have a good impression of them.

Although I am not very old, I know a lot of people who have committed suicide. As far as I can remember, the leaders often hated the dead more than the living, and accused them of a whole bunch of crimes -- self-isolation from above, self-isolation from the people, a long-lasting stench, and so on. But these charges do not frighten the dead. In any case, they left a big problem for the leaders, that is, how could those wolf-hearted guys bear to abandon such a beautiful life and this life. Take Hongfu as an example, if she really begged for death because of the loss of her husband, this would be forgivable, but I am afraid that she would not be sincere. If that's the case, you'll have to ask her before she's dead. But I'll leave that for later. Now I want to talk about how the red whisk created misunderstandings in Chang'an City. I tell me these things eloquently, because my greatest specialty is also to create misunderstandings.

If I say that life is a troublesome thing, the biggest trouble is to avoid misunderstandings; The second biggest trouble for me is that I am not intelligent enough, and a Fermat's theorem has been proved for ten years, so that the pleasure I get from my intellectual life is not worth the pain—if I were Newton, Descartes, and especially Euclid, everything would be much better. This statement does not apply to Red Whisk, she thinks that her biggest trouble is that she is not beautiful enough, probably because of the difference between men and women. Men always feel that they are not smart enough, and women always feel that they are not beautiful enough. Because of this biggest trouble and the second biggest trouble, there is less happiness and more distress in life. But I don't complain, because it's useless to complain.

When I was a child, my teacher said to me, "Look at you, you also have two eyes and one nose, why are you always different from others?" I was very proud when I heard this, and I was fluttering, and suddenly the teacher pinched me fiercely, and she said, "Do you think I'm praising you?" When I grew up, I heard the leaders say this (look at you have two eyes...... You can comprehend it, and you don't need to be pinched by others. But I've come to this point in my life, I don't have anything to do, and I don't know how to keep others from noticing my unfortunate shortcomings (I only have two eyes and a nose). The last time the head of the department came to talk to me, he also said this to me, because I was not attentive when I listened to him. It's an old problem for me, and I've offended a lot of people for it. Later, I found that when I listened to someone talking and looked at him hard, it was not easy for others to notice this. At first, I looked at his eyes, his left eye looked at his right eye, and his right eye looked at his left eye, studied the color and texture of his eye mask, the shape of his pupils, and after a long time, I could even see whether the blood vessels in his eyes were hardened. But this way of looking at people is very annoying, and now I look at the nose instead, and after looking at it for a long time, I can see the other person's nose as big as a basin. The nose of our head of the department is garlic-shaped, and anyone can tell that he is going to be a rosacea. Rosacea is caused by insects growing on the skin. I could see clearly how the worm could come out of one of his pores and get in through the other, but I couldn't help it—if I punched him, I could get rid of the mites, but his nose would inevitably hurt. Unlike me, Red Whisk had learned swordsmanship from the Bearded Beard and had been in battle, and it wouldn't be surprising if a veteran had a good shot. When she talked to the leaders, she also stared at each other's noses, and when she saw the mites, she drew her sword and cut the mites off with lightning speed. This kind of helping behavior is difficult to explain after the fact, because the mites can only be seen under a high-powered microscope or after listening to the leaders for half an hour. So she didn't explain at all, turned around and put away her sword. What others saw was that the first-class noblewoman and the eunuch who came out of Ouchi were talking to her, and she suddenly threatened others with her sword. The conclusion was that Redwhisk was not only arrogant, but also dangerous, and later confiscated her sword.

When I talk to the head of the department, I don't just look at the mites on his nose. And being able to speak in his mouth is a remarkable achievement. But dual-mindedness is bound to make mistakes. And he said unto me, "Let no one know unless you do." I replied, "Do you know what I ate in the morning?" Chi said that there is no impermeable wall in the world. I said: this is a slander against the construction industry. He said, "How can you be a teacher like this?" I said, "You mean I'm not pretty enough, is that a girl's opinion?" He said, "You have to know the national conditions of our country." I said, "How don't I know?" I make thirty dollars a month (that's at official prices, nowhere near that much at black market prices). Later he saw that I was talking nonsense. Let's just say that I have two eyes. This sentence woke me up, and it turned out that he had been urging me to get married. In addition to that, he also knew about my improper relationship with Xiao Sun. This is not surprising, because before and after the intercourse, the little grandson yelled at me—blaming me for not being plump, wrinkled, etc., but it was actually a shadowless thing—and the neighbors could hear it. When they heard that, they must report me to the department, otherwise what is the use of the neighbors? I told him that I was thinking about getting married, and he was satisfied. Actually, this is a lie. I didn't even think about it.

When I was seventeen years old, I was cutting in line, and when I went out into the field at night, I saw that the night sky was like a purple pool, the stars were the big bright spots that did not move, the night wind was some light blue streamlines, and the noise came from the clouds. I was happy in that moment, and it means that I can be a poet, as I see for whomever can rejoice for a moment in this earthly world of endless troubles, hatreds, and mutual surveillance. can be considered a poet. Then you think for me what to do—ask for my poem to be read before the team meeting? How can I explain that the sky is purple, the wind is blue, and the clouds are noisy? Am I really tired of being alive? All this tells me that I can't take the world I live in, I can't take other people seriously, and I can't let others take me seriously. Then I became a mathematician. In good conscience, I am not fit to be a mathematician, just as it is not appropriate for someone else to be a poet. Now I wanted me to recite a poem from when I was seventeen, and even rode on my spine for it, and put stockings around my neck - I suspected that she was a sadist because of her vigorous behavior - but I could not recite it. I could have memorized hundreds of difficult solutions to indefinite integrals, but she wasn't interested in them.

Hongfu lived in Chang'an City, and when she was bored, she took out the paintings that Li Jing painted for her. The paintings were painted on paper made with taro soup, some were painted with color, and some were painted with water. Water can leave a never-lasting mark on taro soup, like sugar melting in water, or air in the sun. On these paintings, the red breeze is like a spirit in the air. Other paintings are painted in red and blue or black and red, and there is no resemblance to the person in the painting except for a pair of surprisingly large eyes, but it is still possible to see that she is depicted. When painting these paintings for her, Li Weigong used a large bamboo pen. He holds these pens in his mouth, so it looks like a seal. When Wei Gong painted these paintings for her, they lived in a land temple, surrounded by the smell of vegetable gardens. The sky is purple (which may have something to do with eating too many eggplants), and the fence is full of trumpet flowers. Li Jing told her that the trumpet flower is a symbol of **********. Red Whisk nodded yes, showing a look of understanding. In fact, she thought to herself: What does the symbol of the full fence mean? People are like this when they are young, they have a stomach full of questions to ask, but they dare not ask. When I could ask, everything was boring. She took the paintings to the Guilds' Association (B) to show them to others, and declared: This is art, this is love. And those ladies said: What art and love do you know about these dirt buns!

Red Whisk is treated as a dirt bun in the Gui Women's Federation (B) because she did not go to an aristocratic girls' school, did not wear a white blouse, a black skirt, satin cloth-soled shoes, and white cloth socks. Those socks are toed apart and look weird. But she was allowed to mingle among them and attend the party once every ten years. It is said that this is because Hongfu is beautiful and not stupid, so he gave her a little favor. In fact, this is not a favor, because the hostility of the Tang Dynasty within the Gui Women's Federation (B) has long attracted the attention of the leaders, as we say now: they are a Pei Duofei club-like group, but it is not yet time to deal with them. That is to say, people who attend such parties will definitely end up unlucky, but not now. In fact, when those women get together, they just put on the uniforms of girls' schools, recite the innocent poems of girlhood, and raise funds to publish a collection of poems, and call their husbands the old turtle head. I don't think women have made any mistakes in this way, the mistake is that people who have not attended aristocratic girls' schools are dirt buns and do not understand art and love. The members of the Gui Women's Federation (A) were very angry when they found out, and they divided up to devote themselves to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and also struggled to write love poems. But these ladies laughed when they saw the works of first-class ladies, and some even laughed out of appendicitis. This made the first-class ladies believe that they really did not understand art and love, and they no longer wanted to devote themselves to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, nor to write love poems, but to oppose art and love, and finally achieved great success. It has been proved that people can live without art and love, at least the Chinese have this ability. And without art and love in the world, no one will be called a bun. The Guiwomen's Federation (B) meets every day to study and reform its thinking. Criticize Zhang San today, and criticize Li Si tomorrow. The women who were criticized were humiliated and committed suicide one after another, and the leaders did not stop them. This is the situation of the red whisk in Chang'an City.

There is no wind in Chang'an City, but strong winds often blow outside the city, and the wind is dark together. It has been said that the dryness of the wind can be seen in the city, because sometimes the sky is grayish-yellow, like dry earth, and sometimes the sky is damp yellow, as if the wind and the loess have merged in the heavens. It has been said that the depth of the wind can be seen in the city, because sometimes the sky is the color of the floating soil on the ground, and sometimes it is the color of the soil underground. No one knows what the situation is -- because except for those foreigners, porters, and coachmen who come and go in a hurry, the vast majority of people have never left Chang'an City as long as they enter it. Some of them made up their minds to go outside the city to have fun, and when they reached the gate, they lost their courage when they saw the two rows of defenders standing in the doorway, and this situation was like being frightened - if the sky was dark yellow, the earth would fall from the sky, and it would be long, like a kind of insect. In this weather, Hongfu returned home from work, first went to the study to see Li Jing (she was always afraid that he would die suddenly and silently, of course, this worry was not groundless, because Wei Gong died without saying a word), and then went back to his room to change clothes. She took off her coat, untied the water bag on her chest, and removed the fake belly and fake ass.

As mentioned earlier, it was a twilight weather outside, and a damp yellow was pressed into the room, and Hong Lai's body was white and shiny, and in this light it shone blue, as if she were born to be blue. Her ** has already been printed with traces of scallops, which looks like two fences, and there is also a large red mark on her belly. This made her already beautiful body ugly. The feeling at this time is exactly the same as when I combed my hair in Luoyang City, because now I am facing an annoying life, and it is boring. At this moment, she suddenly thought that she had not escaped from Luoyang City at all, and everything was still the same as before, with only some superficial changes. Later, she had an idea, but in fact, it was a repeat of the old trick, and when she went to bed at night, she instigated Wei Gong to run away from Chang'an City again, just like she ran away from Luoyang City many years ago. Wei Gong frowned when he heard this, and said, "Nonsense! Where are you going?" Hongfu said: "Run to the beach--Don't you like the sea?" After hearing this, Wei Gong began to remain silent, frowning for several days, wondering if Hongfu's idea was reasonable. As far as I know, mathematicians are like this and don't miss a single suggestion, including the most whimsical. I'm now considering one of my grandson's suggestions: quit my job and sell pancakes at the school gate. This not only makes more money, but also saves worry. Lately, I've been in meetings and I've been sitting with hemorrhoids. If there are foreign guests, they have to wear a suit and tie. I didn't know how to wear a tie at all, so I had to take it and wait for acquaintances in the men's toilet in the office building, which was a loss of virtue. Selling pancakes is a good idea, but I don't necessarily want to drink it. And if there is a fight over the stalls, who can I beat? Mathematicians' strengths are not only to consider every idea, but also to think through it. Li Weigong found all the maps and geography books, considered all the places from the Eastern Roman Empire to South America, and studied all the escape routes. If Red Whisk asked, he would say that even if he wanted to escape, he had to plan carefully.

Every morning when she first woke up, Hongfu always wore a white gauze dress to make up. This dress is almost as transparent as the one is. Standing in front of the mirror, Hongfu couldn't believe that they could still escape from Chang'an City. Her chin was now round, with a shallow line on her neck near her chin, and five shallow sockets on the back of her hands, which had not been the case in the past. She used to be skinny. Her ** is now very plump, and can be described by words such as soft and round. It used to be tight if there was an expression on it. It's a tenacious and unyielding expression, or rather, two small fists clenched. After giving birth, my waist has become thicker, and although it is only an inch and a half, I am not talking about the shape, but the expression of the body. All in all, Red Whisk herself didn't believe that she could inspire a man to escape from Chang'an City. The current body is no longer challenging, and can only tempt a man to have sex with her, but it cannot make him dissatisfied with life.

Li Jing also didn't believe that they could escape from Chang'an. After all, he is almost sixty years old, and he has arthritis and a bad stomach. But that's not all. The most important thing is that he feels tired and no longer wants to run on the road. So he would rather pretend to be old or childish in order to live peacefully in Chang'an City. But this did not prevent him from studying the map, imagining in his mind the tropical scenery of the South Sea Islands, the icebergs of the Arctic, and the desolation of the desert, although he could not go anywhere. As for me, I know that I can't do anything but what I'm doing now, and although sometimes I can't help but think about it, I "do whatever I want." Why should we run away? It's the same thing to sit in a chair and imagine it. I think the chiefs should know these things, too. In that case, you should reassure me and let me have fewer meetings. I now look in the mirror a lot and see a lot of bristles sticking out of my face, not just my chin. It's just too much to scrape, and it's too much to cut. This situation made me think that when I died, I would become a board brush. When Red Whisk thinks of what he looked like when he died, he always thinks of the word "skin". Everyone knows that this is a Buddhist reference to the body. In the past, Red Whisk had never thought of this word, but when it came to feeling that his body was beginning to loosen, he felt that the word was patheticly vivid. From the language of Buddhism, it is associated with the Buddha running away from home and giving bowls to all directions, and from running away from home, it is associated with the word "home", which is a pig under the treasure cover - who is this pig? In contrast, other languages do not abuse themselves in this way. Home, which is H-O-M-E, has nothing reminiscent of a pig.

At the same time, Chang'an City is still the same, and there are fewer and fewer interesting things. Hongfu spends a lot of time watching butterflies every day, but there are no good-looking butterflies in Chang'an City, only a white-powdered butterfly whose larvae eat cabbage, and spread its wings alone on a gray-yellow patch. In order to attract white-pink butterflies, Hongfu also specially planted some cabbage. But she didn't know how to grow vegetables, so the vegetables all died later, and the pink butterflies didn't come. She also wanted to plant some flowers and plants, but she couldn't grow any of them, and even the dog's tail grass died—this was because the soil and water in Chang'an didn't grow anything except locust trees—unlike BJ, where it rained for a long time, and weeds were everywhere, and then the old lady of the neighborhood committee organized manpower to uproot it. She can also resent all of this, and treat resentment as a legacy. But all this was arranged by Wei Gong. She loves Wei Gong and doesn't want to change, although she loves him a little bit of a little bit of thought. The last thing left is to put on a shell bra, hang up a hydration bag, get dressed, and go to work. To put on this terrible costume is to cut off the mind. Her bad luck is that she can only imagine it when she strips naked, looks in front of a mirror, or hugs Wei Gong, but she can't do it all day long. I can't help but go to work, go out into the gray crowd, and think about it all the way. To live to be a pig or to die, I don't know which is more terrible.