Chapter 25

When my mother called, I was jerking hard.

She asked me if I had woken up.

I opened my mouth, but a mouthful of phlegm slipped through my throat.

The result was that I mumbled like a dove.

Get up quickly, when will you sleep?Is this kind of virtue in school?

Get up.I sat up, glanced at the sad dick, and then did it a few more unwillingly.

You.My mother sighed lightly, and she lost her words, and her even breathing was clearly visible to her ears.

I couldn't tell why, but my heart suddenly jumped, and my left hand couldn't help but make another two moves.

Lin Lin Ah, mom is no time today, that one will definitely not be able to leave.

I know, you're busy with yours.

My voice was trembling so I had to close my eyes, as if it wouldn't be enough to calm the shameful tremor.

However, the piston movement could no longer stop.

The dampness and viscousness overflowed into the trembling air, making a whirlwind for a moment, making a deafening sound.

Make up next time.My mother smiled and remembered to bring back that little thing and let's go together.

Chen Yao Ah.I wanted to protest, but I couldn't make a sound.

Linlin?Hello?

There was a thud from the phone, like knocking on the door and beating a drum.

I was trekking around in my mind, sweating profusely.

The familiar and toned body was shining with a white light, almost in front of you.

I could even touch her smoothness and warmth.

There are also plump red lips, wet flesh, black and shiny hair, and various tone words that linger in my ears.

I feel myself rising slowly.

It was at this moment that the dong dong suddenly turned into a pounding sound: Lin Lin!Can't get up?Grandma is out, Ah?

Grandma didn't go out.

After she kept warming me with the white duck and winter melon soup, she sat aside and rolled her eyes desperately.

What’s wrong with learning? Learn to drink with your dad. This is your mom. If I don’t want to drink soup, I have no way to drink soup!

Grandma threw me a steamed bun, and there is peace. It’s not that I don’t know if my blood pressure is high. I drink all day long, so how dare he drink Ah? He doesn’t dare to drink it!That's who, your father's comrade, didn't you just drink and die of drinking a while ago!

I grinned at her and buried my head again.In fact, even after washing up, I still couldn't recover from the wet sorrow.

It's also high blood pressure!Grandma emphasized.

knew.I had to show my attitude to her.

Actually, I didn’t drink much yesterday. I just got half a bottle of Lao Baigan and got a mess with my mother.

When she sent someone back, she wanted to take me and my father home without stopping.

The latter yelled to stay and watch the show.

My mother told me without saying a word.

Fortunately, when Picasso turned around the street, he finally swayed over slowly.

Along the way, my mother was calm and I racked my brains to please me, which only caused a cold snort.

Perhaps it was noon that Zhang Lefeng, and when he entered the door, his father went straight to the bathroom.

The vomiting sound was tear-jerking, which kicked off the prelude to grandma's speech.

After settling down, my mother rushed back to Xiaolizhuang. After all, there was still some work to do in the evening birthday celebrations.

I lay on the sofa watching TV, and was almost eleven o'clock when I woke up.

My mother asked me to go back to my room to sleep, and asked me if I was hungry. Finally, she said apologetically: There will be a meeting tomorrow. Regarding young actors, the primeval forest may not be able to go to.

The plain sea is surrounded by mountains on three sides and faces water on one side. There is a so-called primeval forest in the southwest corner.

It was just developed a few years ago, and it was so popular that it was a living fossil and an oxygen storage tank. Even the advertisements were posted to our school.

What is wilderness drifting, extreme challenges, primitive wonders, waiting for you to conquer. To be honest, I really have no interest in conquering it.

In my opinion, this kind of behavior that reflects the ecological diversity of the motherland by wading through mountains and rivers is always too exaggerated.

After the meal, I lay on the sofa with no choice.

As soon as I changed the station, my phone rang.

When I ran to the bedroom, it disappeared again.

There are two missed calls, both of them are Chen Yao.

He turned back happily and replied that the phone has been turned off.

I had to call it again, not because I didn't give up, but because I was so itchy for a while.

At this moment, grandma also left the house.

When I stood in the living room again, the sun had soaked in half of the room, and the dust was struggling vividly with Erkang's roar.

I fell head-on on the sofa and then I realized that summer was coming.

At noon, my grandma didn't know where to beat her and got some cold skin.

Cut a cucumber and mix it with garlic juice, and you can eat it comfortably.

She always asked me what I did in the morning.

I can't say I've been fooled, so I had to whine at the TV.

You move too, grandma sneered, and when she goes into the house, she turns on the TV and lie down when she gets on the sofa, how can this work?

I nodded.She suddenly felt energetic and sincerely invited me to travel to the woods tomorrow, and to do boxing and touch cards as you like, but it is not so lively in normal times.

I maintain my inertia.

Grandma actually leaned over and lowered her voice: Oh, who called in the morning?

If you don’t have Ah, just be a classmate Ah.I blushed and even thought for no reason whether the masturbation was also peeped at.

Okay, her voice has increased by octave. Can your mother know, but I can't?

I stirred up the cold pier and sweared not to say anything.

Lin Lin Ah, grandma tells you that this wife still needs to find a local one.Whose second girl jumped rope in the woods just now, tsk, terrible handsome!

Grandma's enthusiasm makes her body itchy.If this continues, I am really worried that I will turn into a twist.So I said: Our theater troupe is on TV again.

Which station?God, Ah.

Of course it is Pinghai Platform Ah.

After finishing the work, I watched half of the episode "Towards the Republic" with beer.

Then came the advertising time. As soon as I scrambled, the Fengwu Pingju Art Troupe ran out.

To be precise, it was my mother who ran out.

At first I just felt familiar. After ten seconds, I waited for me to change back to Taiwan, and suddenly realized that the elegant lady on the screen was my mother.

It's strange that she looks different from usual.

As for the difference, I can't say that maybe everyone on TV is like this.

The lights and the set make the entire space under the lens expand lightly, and even the sound is appropriately hollow.

My mother's voice became inexplicably hard, like an icicle hanging in the cold wind that was inevitably cleavage and breaking.

As for the interview content, you can think of it, including Pingju hobbies, cultural gaps, original intentions, current situations and prospects.

A standard topical essay.

My mother was wearing a brown suit and a beige thread that supported her slender neck, and she smiled like a flower from beginning to end.

There is no doubt that under the clever packaging of our city’s TV station, the gentle oval face of Qingyuan successfully burst into a capable business temperament.

The column is called Wenlaihong, and half of the land is filled with the itchy poverty and worldly sorrow of small places.

In addition to his mother, Xiao Zheng, several industry seniors and several troupe actors were all on the show.

In a set of daily rehearsal shots, Zhang Fengtang even volunteered to give a paragraph "Flowers as Message".

The mole on the corner of her mouth flew up and down, which made me stunned for a long time.

After daily life, the troupe performances are performed.

As you expected, how could the good information on May Day be wasted after cutting and collage on the magical construction site, it was broadcast repeatedly two or three times.

Of course, it is possible to mix performances from other places at other times and places. This kind of thing is difficult for me to distinguish.

It is naturally inevitable to praise the Party and the government.

The program quickly mentioned the support of the Bureau of Culture and Sports for traditional culture, the desire for the revival of Pingju, the confidence in the vigorous development of socialist cultural life, and even one day, the great Pingju hometown will once again shine on the land of China with a new look.

I thought the show was coming to an end, and I didn't want the picture to change, so it started to talk about Red Star Theater and the newly built office building.

Regarding the Red Star Theater, the voice-over said: The spring breeze of the market economy swept away the rigid haze of the system, making the development of cultural life more in line with the needs of the general public, and the entire cultural industry chain was revitalized, and it was effectively followed by the teachings of Chief Designer Deng Xiaoping, who focused on material civilization on one hand and spiritual civilization on the other hand, must grasp both hands, and must be hard-working. Regarding the office building, the voice-over said: With the leadership of the Bureau of Culture and Sports and the supervision of the Bureau of Housing and Urban-Rural Development and Planning, the new cultural complex was also completed before the Spring Festival.

It covers an area of ​​nearly two acres, with a total construction area of ​​more than 6,000 square meters. The neo-Gothic architectural style complements the Red Star Theater not far away.

Social groups such as the Municipal Bureau Cultural Center Office, the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Writers Association, the Federation of Overseas Chinese, the Association for Science and Technology, the Association for the Promotion of Trade and Industry, and the Federation of Industry and Commerce, including the Municipal Opera Association and the Fengwu Opera Troupe, will settle here in the near future.

Seeing this, I suddenly had an unknown premonition, fearing that my mother would pop up and thank the Party and the government incoherently.

Fortunately, there was no one who didn’t jump out, but was no one who was grateful.

My mother began to talk about taking over the Pingju School of Youjin, and talked about the difficulties in teaching and the importance of cultivating young talents.

I was really surprised when the dilapidated three-story teaching building suddenly appeared in front of me.

Just this dick school actually opened a million words.

So I pinched the beer can in my hand.

So the light yellow liquid squirts out.

So I stared at my wet pants for several seconds.

I thought the beer had been finished, but I didn't want to finish it.

This made me look more surprised and raised my face and put the strange-shaped aluminum can to my mouth.

Only one drop.

Only one drop is left.

When I lost my heart, the white-faced scholar finally jumped out.

I knew this guy would jump out, but when he really jumped out, I was still stunned.

The man has a small flat head and a pair of frameless glasses. His forehead is bright and his glasses are bright.

When he started to speak, his lips were shiny.

As the nasolabial folds on both cheeks squirmed, stereotyped words and sentences jumped out in a touching voice.

He said that he had loved Pingju since he was a child, that he had studied hard and the various fates formed by Pingju in his youth, that the market plays a role in cultural development, that reform will always touch the interests of some people, but he is determined.

Everything is so natural and disgusting, but it diffracts a kind of elegance, rationality, and even tragic that I cannot deny.

Finally, he said that cultural development depends on education. The decline of opera education now intuitively reflects the decline of traditional culture, so education cannot be lost. He thanked Fengwu Opera Troupe for its efforts in Pingju Education.

I didn't understand where a big man came from so much nonsense, so I had to carry another can of beer.

When I walked back, I happened to catch a glimpse of the white-faced scholar nodding to thank him.

The camera stretched away, showing the person's whole body as if he was holding his glasses, his thin lips as if he was pursing his knife, his brows stretched out and quickly condensed into a square of iron lumps.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that this guy looked familiar and seemed to have seen him somewhere.

So I stuffed half of the can of beer in one gulp.

So I hiccupped and chilled.

So I fell head-on on the sofa.

However, I still couldn't remember how regretful it was.

When will it still exist?

Grandma was a little disappointed.

Although I changed to Pinghai Channel in response to her various requests, unfortunately, our city's TV station is enthusiastically recommending an ancient mysterious medicine that once made the great Kublai Khan sing every night to consumers.

I blushed just by just a glance.

Anyway, there isn't this moment. I chewed the cucumber in my mouth and changed the channel quickly. It will definitely be replayed. Maybe it's evening, who knows.Grandma didn't say anything, but gave me a blank look.

The summer beer garden is not far from Pinghe embankment.

Although I have seen the landmark Hongda Hotel for a long time, it took me some effort to find it.

The so-called beer garden is actually a large outdoor barbecue stall along the green belt outside the river bank, pulling nearly half a mile away.

Under the afterglow of the sunset that was red and still scorching, what caught my eye were dense round tables and mushroom-like parasols after the rain.

Just like the aggressiveness of volume, its visual colorfulness is also dazzling.

Unfortunately, it was still early and there were few people.

So I lit a cigarette and walked around the ugly metaphysical sculpture outside the hotel for several times.

I thought I would get myself confused, but I didn't.

So after one cigarette, I continued another one and prepared to turn it a few more times.

It was at this moment that there were more people on the back seat of the bicycle and a punch was also hit on the back.

The sound of the thudding sound was as if it was knocked on the lid of a casserole.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Wang Weichao.

This fat man's hippie smile always surprises me because he is fatter.

In my impression, since I graduated from junior high school, this force has been almost constant in the vertical direction, but has repeatedly made breakthroughs in the horizontal direction and has a gratifying grade (of course, I have never seen him a few times).

There is no choice but to say: Damn.

He also said: Damn.

There were two other stupid guys who came together, and they also said: Damn.

After two cups of beer, it became dark.

It's incredible.

There are not many old willow trees left on the river bank, but many Sophora plants are poked out from the cement holes around it.

I can't say exactly what it is. It's probably as thick as a thumb, trembling one by one, as if you can't stand the bunch of flowers above your head anymore.

When the wind blows, they can pose vigorously, releasing a strong smell of corpse.

So I burped and said: It's so smelly.

It's just odor, this is the effect you want.A fool said.

Depend on.

Really, this was specially created by Hundredth from Brazil.

Just this Hongda?

Which one else can be?Now it’s awesome. Isn’t there a chain Ah in the province?This guy used to speak stutterly, but now he is very fluent.

Nowadays, people are called Hongda Entertainment Group.Wang Weichao put away his parasol and started to let the cigarette.

After hesitating, I took it over and shook my head at the same time.

I really don’t know that there is a Hongda Hotel in Pingyang.

For me who is in a peaceful corner, going to the city is like an old farmer going to the market.

Whether it is a group or a group or entertainment, it has nothing to do with me.

But the stupid guys seemed to have found a good topic, and they were all so excited that they were ready to go.

Yes, everyone is already tired of the breasts and ass of the former female classmates.

Or in other words, time flies, those mediocre looks like a wave from many years ago, and have long disappeared without a trace in the torrent.

And what about those that are relatively less mediocre?

In reality, I am afraid it will rot faster.

So, how can we be more embarrassed to remember the past with a look?

It’s better to pretend and talk about the officialdom and the underworld.

Wang Weichao asked for a deck of playing cards.

Soon, under the faint fog moonlight, we each killed more than one cup.

The topic is like a roller coaster, from corruption to murder and arson to men and women prostitution for several rounds.

Of course I can only listen.

I felt that they had sprayed too much saliva, mixed with tobacco and corpse stinking, and had successfully made me float.

Oh, no matter whether it is Yake or Hongda, after all, Ah, aren’t they all from your steel mill?

When they came back from letting the water, the fools all collapsed onto the chairs, and only the cigarette butts under the thin light were flashing.

Steel mill?Anal hair!Is it someone Chen Jianye’s personal assets okay?

Wang Weichao took off his black shirt and spread his fat meat gently, even the night became a little softer.

After returning from Guangzhou, he got an electrician certificate and became an electrician in a steel factory.

It is said that he was a free agent, so he only took the computer room and walked around for two laps without any trouble.

There was a real problem, and there was a professional electrician team who supported it.

After all, it is a job specially set for the children of the steel mill.

personal?Personal cock feather!If you really have to be serious, it is also from the Chen family. Chen Jianye cannot take the big shot.

This pussy stuttered again.

I won’t demonstrate how to stutter, please imagine it yourself.

In short, when he saw the bottom of the fourth cup of beer, he finished the above sentence with blushing.

Wang Weichao only cares about drinking and never plays with him.

I grabbed a piece of Brazilian locust flower full of corpse smell and slowly tore it into more pieces.

I was trying to pick a skewer, but I didn't dare to ignore my swelling belly.

Then naturally, another one smiled stupidly, the tone was too long, and Chen Jianguo had to protect him.

Who is Chen Jianguo?I finally said, "I can't understand what you said."

Damn, everyone looked at him with contempt. Ah, the mayor of Pingyang City, was the director of our Pinghai Public Security Bureau before.

I thought to show my understanding, but I had no chance to hand over the beer, so I had to take it over and pat my belly.

There were so many more, he shook his beer barrel and smiled lewdly, so his breasts were rising one after another, at least half of them.

I sighed in despair.The two dumb pussy made a silver bell laugh.

Chen Jianguo Ah is the boss of the Chen family, Chen Jianjun and Chen Jianye's brother.After a while, Wang Weichao suddenly said.He shuffled the cards, his goatee's beard tilted.

Chen Jianjun?I almost reflexively picked up a mutton skewer, Chen Jianjun, who is Ah?

Chen Jianguo's brother.

Chen Jianye’s brother.

Depend on.

Is it from the Cultural Affairs Bureau?I almost sneeze when I put too much cumin.

The Cultural Bureau is still a planning bureau, anyway, the basketball city and the museum are all under this control.

I used to be a teacher, it seems.

Cultural and Sports Bureau, where is the Jibian Culture Bureau?

Wang Weichao issued the cards in an orderly manner, and this pussy has a great background. Ah, a graduate of Peking University, used to be a professor at the Provincial Normal University, studied what kind of cocks...

There was someone dancing on the square platform not far away.The wind pushed the lights over, and even we became colorful.But Wang Weichao had no cock coming out.I had no shame to ask: What are you studying dick?

What kind of land economy is it?Anyway, he is still on the list of the current academic committees of the steel mill.I made a big photo and hung it in the exhibition area, and it has been many years.

For a moment, only the pussy and dick were left.After two games, someone said: We ordinary people should not worry about it. No matter how many people are, we won’t give us a point. We don’t have a good father.

I burped and felt that I could no longer drink, so I had to sigh.

Hey, what is his father's name?

Old Chongde is the most unethical one. After copying Pingyang and clearing Pinghai, hahaha.

If you want to copy a dick, he is just a deputy political commissar in Pingyang Armed Forces, and nothing counts.

There is someone above Ah, XX is Old Chongde's comrade Ah, what do you think?

I seem to have heard of Lao Chongde, but I just have an impression.

XX I know that the former Vice Premier of the State Council, who is in charge of energy, is one of the most well-known figures in our province.

Our school has his inscription.

So in the increasingly vague and warm stinky corpse, I told them: XX will be rehabilitated in the early 1980s, and I will go to the stage and get it in the middle and late stages.

I don't understand why I said this without beginning or end.

As for the effect, the topic ends here.

I couldn't finish the beer after all.

When the stupid guys dissipated, the evening breeze made people feel weak all over.

Someone suggested taking a shower.

I said I just wanted to pee.

Wang Weichao suggested taking a bath to his mother.

Everyone asked in unison: Do you have any chickens there?

He said: There are chickens there only on your mother.

When I said this, the fat man pressed my shoulders to death.

Suddenly I thought of the unlucky camel in history who was crushed by straw.

After graduating from junior high school, I haven't seen Wang Weichao for several years.

Until I came back in November last year to get some certificate, I actually ran into a fat man who was sleeping soundly as if no one was around on the bus No. 22.

I stared at him for five or six minutes but didn't dare to react.

Later, the fat man drooped his eyelids and glanced at me.

A few seconds later it was another glance.

Afterwards, in the astonished eyes of everyone, he stretched out a piece of his arm and shouted: Yan Lin!

It was then that I realized in surprise and despair that this fat man was Wang Weichao.

As for why he dropped out of school, I have never asked.

I only remember that this guy was unambiguous in the industrial technical secondary school and was famous for a while. Even I, who was ignorant in No. 1 Middle School, could not avoid the name of the King of Hell.

This urine lasts for a minute.

After that, Wang Weichao and I both collapsed onto the river beach.

The water of the Ping River sparkled like all other water, although it carries an indescribable smell of industrial.

Wang Weichao threw a cigarette.

I didn't catch it, and it slid down its swelling belly.

Your dick is so drunk.He lit a cigarette and shook his head.

I smiled, but didn't respond.Because I really don't know what to say.

So Wang Weichao said: Teacher Zhang is good for attending the theater troupe now.

I said: Who?

Teacher Zhang Ah, I came to our factory to perform some time ago, and I have been there for a long time.Unfortunately, I got a fucking headache when I heard that thing.

oh.I answered him.I watched the moon as thin as a cicada's wing pass through the clouds as thin as a cicada's wing.

After a while, no one spoke, but the noise above my head was almost boiling.

When I sat up and lighted the cigarette, Wang Weichao said that he had a lot of mouthpieces, including tapes and CDs, so I could just take them if I wanted to hear them.

I vomited a few unformed smoke rings and said: Damn.

He turned sideways and pounded my waist, his eyes bulging in the night: I have Bing Jie's phone number, do you want it?