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It's always hard to go exactly what people want things to do. In line with this reasoning, people often have to do something unplanned because of a sudden change, some of which is right and some of which is not.

Of course, whether "right" or "wrong", concepts are actually relative. Ironically, the criterion is simply whether it is in the interests of the mainstream.

I don't want to discuss any big things with you, and if you dislike those didactic words, then great, because I'm also disgusted.

All I'm trying to say is that people find (or make) theories for their actions. To put it bluntly, it is self-deception.

After reading many famous texts, I was surprised to find that this is one of the few things that all human beings have in common.

To put it more plainly, humans are good at deception, as well as self-deception. Whether purebred, mongrel, white, black, yellow, good, evil, stupid, intelligent humans, almost all of them are good at this.

Well, I think these seemingly truthful truths can be stopped for a while, but in fact I am not a noble person, and I am not here to talk to you about the biographies of celebrities, nor to describe a legend.

No!

What I am about to talk about below is only a pale and humble little person.

This person is me, and usually people call me Lao Wu, which is an inexplicable and baseless title, just because I have a name on the Internet: dancing (five???) ）

1. Three slaps

From the very beginning of learning to walk, I could not suppress my inexplicable desire for freedom and truth. I think it's an innate instinct, and I can't remember all the details of my childhood, and in fact, even if I could, I wasn't going to tell you about peeing and mud crotch pants, because it would be unseemly and uninteresting.

The only memory I have is of a friend who always drags his nose and asked me why men's bikes have big bars in front and women's bikes don't.

I think that's when my genius first revealed itself, and in fact I still can't explain the answer to this question in great detail. But at the time, I was still very composed, and I was disdainful to tell him that because men have small cocks and women don't. - Of course, this is not the point, the point is that I was afraid that he would not understand, so I kindly pulled a little girl next to me, who was also dragging her nose, and violently exposed her nakedness. Of course, in order to give you a strong comparison, I also showed my own words.

I swear there was absolutely no obscenity in my thoughts at the time, and I just admit that I did feel a little fluttering in the amazement of the snotty friends around me.

But I didn't last long, and as a result, I got three slaps in the face.

The first slap came from the girl's mother, a tall woman with large buttocks and freckles.

The second slap came from my mother, and I couldn't let go of it because it was the snot friend who asked me questions and denounced me, so I got this slap.

The third slap came from the girl, but years later。。。。。。

Years later, my snotty friend told me that it was the first sex education he had ever received in his life.

I stared at him with piercing eyes, and it was not until he was pierced by my gaze that I told him very calmly that I was not interested in his first time in either way.

2. Photos.

I have a photo of myself as a year old, yellowed and somewhat distorted in black and white. But that doesn't stop me from positioning it as my best photo, and having the countless impulses in my not-so-short life to put it on my file, ID card, diploma, and so on, because I stubbornly believe that none of the other photographs with a dull face or a stiff smile can represent the real me, and that this photo can be so apt and faithful to reflect the true self that has been pale by the world, because of the gaze in the photo.

What kind of gaze is that, full of astonishment and awe of life, deep resentment, like crying.

This question has been bothering me for a long time, as I said earlier, even then I was able to understand the essential physiological difference between man and woman by then. But I still can't answer that question.

Until one day a few years later, I saw an episode of "Animal World" on TV, and I saw the same gaze on TV - it was a newborn antelope, facing countless wild dogs, cheetahs and other natural predators around the grassland, facing this infinitely vast and unknowable future, and his eyes were full of curiosity and fear of life.

Yes, that's definitely not fear, it's fear. In my opinion, there is an absolute difference between fear and fear. Fear is a sign of utter cowardice and lack of courage.

But fear is not, these two words contain more meaning. In the definition of fear, it is not only fear, but also curiosity and respect for those unknown great forces.

Okay, let's put aside the obscure truths and definitions of these words for a moment.

And the antelope, we used to look at each other through the TV screen for a short time, it was a kind of mutual tentative gaze between the same kind - of course, such an idea cannot be shared by others, not to mention whether the objects on TV transmit life, and it is crazy to think of yourself and an antelope as your own kind.

Well, I'm going to go far again, and the antelope was torn to pieces by a pack of wild dogs, cheetahs, lions, and other carnivorous beasts.

At that moment I lost my mind, and I felt a fatalistic despair. I began to realize that I was born with a destiny that I would never be able to escape the end of being eaten, and from then on I used to look at all the people around me with the eyes of natural predators, and I saw them as wild dogs, cheetah lions. In the midst of all the laughter and calm, they will pounce on me at any moment and bite me!

3, later

I'm going to start when I'm a little older, because I think that before that, people were immature, both physically and mentally, and of course, development. Under such conditions, the probability of something happening should be very small.

Because of those three slaps, I was saddled with the title of "little rascal" for many years. But in fact, people who know me know how inappropriate such a title is for a person like me.

Because I am almost a shy person, I have always been silent, but as I said before, I always show some of my innate genius from time to time. However, the ignorant world cannot truly understand genius, so I am always surrounded by strange eyes.

In the face of those strange and vicious disdainful gazes, I looked lonely and weak, like a lonely antelope, and the world around me was like the prairie that looked beautiful but was full of life crises all the time.

At first I really couldn't tolerate this world, my wood, silent, few words. It was seen as a sign of weakness, so to speak, at that time, I was the weakest member of any group, and I was always the target of bullying. I am very responsible, and I know all this, I know my fate, the fate of the antelope, I am just quietly waiting for the fatal blow in the grass.

All this, life, in my opinion, is nothing more.

But as I said at the beginning of the article, "It's always hard to go exactly what people want," and my upheaval happened without warning.

It was during a group outing, and each of us was asked to tell a memorable story in public. A group of young men and women with strong blood are hiding their inner impulses, using the most pale and ridiculous language to hide their true hopes.

The fat man said that he passed the professional qualification exam memorably, but I knew that he was most proud of the last time he stole his cousin taking a bath.

Datou said that what he remembered was that after hard work, he finally chased his girlfriend (the principal's granddaughter) into his hands. But I know that he is most proud of the class flower next door last week.

Xiaoxiao said that the most memorable thing for her was getting a guaranteed place. But I know that this place was obtained by her using some shady means to squeeze Ah Qiang out.

All this seems to me to be shallow and hypocritical. So when it was my turn, I looked into my charming eyes and said in a very calm tone: What I remember most is that I have seen your nakedness.

Silent...... Then there was a very loud slap in the face.

This is the third slap I get for this.

I think this is another unannounced display of my genius, though it seems a bit shocking from the performance. You can imagine the ridiculous performance of a bunch of philistines in the face of such a strange genius display.

I was beaten up by a group of so-called flower protectors, and I want to say that I didn't plan to resist because I was a weak antelope. But like most accidents, the unconventional happens so weirdly. An outburst came so suddenly, I suddenly let out a howl like a beast, broke away from the crowd and jumped, countless punches and feet fell on me, I didn't care, I only grabbed the thickest guy, I used my fists, kicks, headbutts, bites with teeth, I took my anger out on him alone in every way I could.

Everyone was stunned by my sudden madness, stopped all movements, and looked at me in amazement. I screamed and hit him again and again, and picked him up again and again. Until everyone suddenly came to their senses and rushed up to pull me away, I still didn't give up. Three times I shook off the man who was holding me, and three times I rushed back to the guy, and I smashed two of his teeth with a stone, knocking his head out of the blood. Until the stout fellow, who stopped all resistance, curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, shivering and whimpering pitifully.

All of them looked at me with horror, my nose and face swollen and hideous, but I still met their gaze with a calm, almost cold gaze – like a pack of timid earth dogs and lions looking at each other.

4. Tail

I think I'm too young to tell the difference between true joy and happiness, but I've come to understand that the world through the eyes of a lion and the world through the eyes of an antelope are completely different.

It can be said that it was unexpected, or it can be said that it was fateful ending, and soon after, she became my woman. I haven't figured out why, but it's not much of a change for me. The only thing that makes me very happy is that I don't have to be slapped in the face anymore for the same similar moves. It made me feel a little bit of happiness.

Fierce, yes, even the Quan has seen me as a ferocious beast like a lion. But I knew infinitely miserable in my heart that I was just a weak, lonely, poor antelope.

Is there a more pitiful joke for a weak antelope who has to dress up as a lion in order to live happily ever after?

Hahaha!

Dancing / Text

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