"Put clothes (abridged)." Dorothy said to Salina.
(abridged). Then she began to unbutton her shirt with a slow movement and some confusing destinations. (abridged). But this is purely self-consolation. The young girl's melodramatic idea goes against her original intention of entering this hotel room. (abridged). There is a humming sound from Desheng desk radio on the dresser. That's the Mongolian Knight sung by Qin Si Geller. The volume is not big, but it is enough to bite Dorothy's excited nerves like a wild wolf. One thing they have in common is that they all love the sound brought by antennas and high-frequency signals. This melody, which seems to be cut from the singer's throat, is tearing at their external auditory canal. (Excerpt) Salina stared at a 35-year-old married man sitting in a sponge armchair.
Salina is like a fish. (abridged). (abridged). Selina, on the other hand, began to put on something, but it was not a coat, but a pair (abridged). Then she turned to the bedside table, took out a bottle of Mary Kay perfume from a high-end handbag made of some animal skin, sprayed it into the air, and soaked it naked in the aroma of biting people everywhere.
Dorothy has already taken off her suede jeans. In a hurry, he took off his corduroy double-breasted coat, shiny Ka Si Nuo shoes and sweaty long cotton socks, took off his sweater, and finally took off his crumpled triangle (abridged). The radio has changed a song at this moment, playing one of leonard cohen's best-selling songs, the famous Blue Raincoat. But before Taogus went to bed, he slammed the radio switch, and his singing stopped abruptly.
"The following things don't need to be accompanied." He said.
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(abridged). All of a sudden, he began to feel sick, as if a piece of rotten pork full of flies in his stomach was urging him to vomit, urging him to spit out the thoughts that his stomach could not absorb and digest during sexual intercourse, and the guilt that was parasitic in his blood. Salina (abridged) took out another box of Red River cigarettes and a Dunhill lighter from her handbag. She drew a cigarette from her cigarette case, handed it to Dorothy, lit it for him, and then lit one for herself. Dorothy has a deep legal model, which makes him an out-and-out traitor in indigo smoke, an individualistic moral corruptor, and a father who absconded and was destined to be a villain. But these confused identities are just placebos for conservatives, rubber nipples for hot milk, and have no value worthy of attention and worry. He stuffed his whole face into the choking nicotine-burning smoke, waiting for the frivolous illusion brought by this tubular poison to swallow up his guilt. He began to change from guilt to enjoyment, from fatigue to energy and excitement. He took another hard breath and exhaled thick blue smoke from his mouth and nose.
"Is the name I gave you nice?" He said with a little enjoyment and nervousness that the smoke coiled between his lips was like uncut blue stubble. "Shalina, Shalina, Shalina."
"What qualifications do I have to judge names that have nothing to do with me? You say it looks good, of course it looks good. "
"Don't say that. I hope you really like it. "
"Of course, I've always wanted to take the initiative to own or be given a beautiful Mongolian name by a respected person who at least deserves my contribution. Although it is a bit excessive to impose such adjectives on you, you have to admit that you are getting fatter and fatter and more like a decadent old man. "
"Maybe that bitch WuRenTuYa fattened us up. You know, her sexual ability is really poor, but cooking makes me impeccable. "
"I know, and I know it's time for you to start losing weight."
"Why do you want to lose weight? I have two treasures worth wasting my time. One is currency in circulation and the other is my fat. If I go bankrupt one day, I won't be so poor that I have no fat. "
"But obese creatures will always be the target of satire and attack in some art fields. They will be unlucky and have no power to fight back. I'm afraid you will become a clown. Do you understand that a funny, out-of-tune and obscene comedy character may have artistic value, but if you (have abridgement) "
Dorothy squeezed two black eyebrows at her eyebrows and shook the dust off the blended carpet made in Afghanistan with the help of the fat protruding from the bottom. (abridged). In his view, all the fashion concepts of the 265,438+0th century were annihilated before they were created and spread explosively. The aesthetic ability of human beings is against the laws of nature, more and more in line with the morbid trend of youthfulness and extremism, and more and more presents the characteristics of rigidity and mechanization in the post-industrial era and the information age. In terms of appearance management (abridged), in general, she is a sexy and persistent demon. Her words are worthless, her language lacks a compulsion, but her appearance, oh, her appearance is a bullet that leads to Taogus. Sooner or later, he will drown in her poison full of bacteria instead of Wu Rentuya's cooking, but before that, he must always accept the bankruptcy risk brought by this woman.
Dorothy threw the faint cigarette butt on the carpet and stamped it out with slippers. He went to the front of the TV cabinet, squatted down and turned on the switch of Panasonic CRT TV. There is a news on TV about the arrest of a tax evader. His face is not a mosaic, but a typical bad face. He has done all kinds of bad things and is good at flattery. Just like Taogus's oval face with fat particles, it shows a kind of bohemian and extravagant masculinity. Dorothy should be a muscular and burly man in Inner Mongolia. As advertised in the impression or on the color screen, the cowhide reins holding the horse's head in his hands are a little relaxed, but he is not. Those coins with regular shapes, legal effect and maddening people, those numbers that arouse the enthusiasm of many shareholders and financial people who think they are strategizing, and those economic reports that make statisticians suddenly have epilepsy are exactly the physical or virtual toys he needs. It is these toys that subtly absorbed his discernment and reason, and they were not produced on a large scale, which made him an executioner in the economic field, a construction contractor who blackmailed those land holders by formal and popular means (companies). He enjoys this (abridged) status, because it not only makes him rich, but also allows him to recruit a receptionist who makes him decide to abandon his wife and children, and this woman is now (abridged).
"What an idiot," said Dorothy, looking at the unfortunate guy wearing an orange vest and having his head shaved for free on the TV screen. "His mind is very uncomfortable. He should be honest and pay the money he deserves. "
"By the year 2000, more people will use these loopholes to play tricks," Sharina said. "People always like to make something messy and fancy before the arrival of a new era."
"I'm not like this. I am honest. I am always in awe of those big people who can't be seen or touched. "
"If you were honest, you wouldn't be sitting here."
"Salina"
"This is a good thing. You should get a divorce quickly. A man cannot bear two women at the same time. "
"I'm dealing with this trouble. I used almost all my business brain cells to organize my speech and explain to her the truth that is in line with logic and vital interests. But this woman's mind is made of shit. Whenever I speak, she always mumbles like a courting mouse, and cries, with worthless tears and sticky nose all over her face. That's disgusting. I told her that I would be responsible for the maintenance of two children, but it didn't attract her at all. (abridged). Hair bathing is the best. I think this guy has a little brain like me, but he was exposed to the fried food covered with germs too early and took in too much protein and calories from dirty and smelly cattle and sheep. I'm not trying to stop him from becoming an orthodox Mongolian man, but I'm worried that this way of making fun of the digestive system will ruin him and run counter to some of his shrewd brains. Although I am not thin, I understand that there is some unwritten logic between obesity and doing business, which is the default of the public. You can only develop from the latter to the former like me, but not vice versa, from a fat idiot who burns fat all day to a resourceful entrepreneur, letting fat secrete and create wealth. This is stupid. I assert that this guy is as business-minded as I am, and he is not tall because he is short as a dwarf pumpkin. My excellent genes, after the natural competition of survival of the fittest, have been preserved, and it is difficult to inherit and pass them on to future generations. Although we are short, there are fewer low-level cells in our bodies than those tall people, and our spinal cord is our wealth. I feel lucky for this boy. If he can restrain his hunger earlier, he will catch up with me soon. Except Albuquerque. Oh, I'm ashamed and angry when I talk about this guy. This guy is dumb, which is well known, but why is he dumb? Will my genes, my sex chromosomes, be shoddy to the point where people become disabled, or is it actually an inferior gene of Wuren tuya? He shouldn't be dumb. He is two heads taller than Maubus and can only learn to make meaningless hand movements to express himself like a comedian in a science fiction movie. Although he is not very skilled, we can almost guess correctly. I don't think this guy will achieve anything in the future. If kinship can be a powerful promotion tool and accepted by both of them, the best job he can do is to be the secretary of Maubas. I'm not biased, but it's almost an established fact before you. Their physical quality is the basis for them to get along. Even if they are two pieces of shit on the side of the road, Maubas can achieve something, but Albuquerque can only stay dry and no one dares to step on it. Just because this shit that can't speak or use language is more advanced than other stupid animals and can better reflect the superiority of our species, since then, it has become a betrayal and degeneration, a fool with rich hands and funny expressions, and perhaps even learned to let some cold-blooded animals hibernate? He is unlucky, even if my clever and hard-to-copy advanced gene fails, I won't feel sorry for myself. Maubbas is enough. If this guy doesn't succeed one day, he will fail to live up to the excellent quality that grows in the cracks of bones. Then he is a real fat bastard who only wastes things. "
"I believe he will live up to it. He is a good boy, and so is Albuquerque. I don't think he is what you said. "
"Then you don't know this fool at all."
"Even so, it won't do me any harm. It is your wife who is a good cook that poses a potential, no, inherent and realistic threat to me. "
"I'll talk to her again, and I'll settle down if she cries."
"Divorce with people you don't love is respect for love. As for your two children who seem to be your derivatives and are secretly controlled and assisted by you, to me, they have no value to worry about. They are your tools. Even if you abuse them like a demon, I will stop you at best, and I will not pity them. I'm just a receptionist for a construction company. I don't need to become a loving woman with a certain maternal temperament for a man. I am just a secular woman, a smart creature trapped in the quagmire of social system and seizing social status by hidden hidden hidden rules. I am not a good person who meets all moral standards. I am even a pure villain. I learned to smoke and drink very early. I was a bad girl. I didn't go to college. Why should I go to college? Those who wear fringed doctor hats and like to fiddle with academic shit on certain words and details are much worse than those of us mixed societies. Yes, I used to be jealous of them, but I never thought that one day I would be unfortunate enough to become them. I don't want to be such a person. Is it great to have knowledge? Organized, systematic (abridged). No, these people are cowards. Trading power and money (excerpt). I don't hate knowledgeable people. I just hate their arrogance. What qualifications do they have to do this? We live on a planet, get food from the soil, take water from the ground, urinate urine with the same composition, color and temperature, and pull out shit that makes us sick. They just know something before me, which is enough for them to show off to people they don't know yet like hillbillies. I am ordinary. I am a machine that stands in the cement building from nine to five in work clothes. I was saved by you for a sexual purpose, which is of great significance, but I can't assert or guarantee that I will fall in love with you, because after all, you have always been the one standing above me. But I have decided that you are an important person, but this is just you, only you, understand? "
"My dear, no one knows better than me. My divorce from Wuren tuya is a foregone conclusion, and I won't bear alimony any more. Let them die in the wave of corruption in the new century, and we will live a good life. From now on, you don't go on duty. From now on, you just need to stay at home and enjoy my wealth like a pampered retiree, you know? All the wealth, time and gadgets worth a little money are for profligacy. Without profligacy, there is no value. "
"I don't hate Wu Rentuya, I just think she is a potential person, pure without despicable threat, and I don't hate her. I know that she is not a doctor or a newly born intellectual in the womb of the times. She is an ordinary woman, isn't she? I can't hate her because of the consistency and contingency of her and my goals, and become the residue of the social factory and rely on others to save it. "
"She is really an ordinary woman with poor physical quality. There is simply a kind of textile. Satan imitates God and is always a little short of weight. It's a pure-bred fake, without hybridization and external carving. She has intermittent migraine, as if her head is full of hot bullets and nails, and she groans as long as an electric drill when it hurts. I can assure you that this kind of voice is the most unbearable hysterical noise in the world, and it has no musical characteristics of any woman's voice at all. (abridged). Of course, they love their sick mother, but they can't feel more complicated and social negative emotions except sadness. Wuren tuya also has severe gastroenteritis. It seems that making excess stomach acid, retching stuck in the throat like a bone, and stomachache are all her unique skills, inherited from her father who is a primary school teacher. Her dresser is full of white medicine boxes and red and white antibiotic capsules scattered on the table instead of cosmetics. She doesn't have much makeup, only some blood-red lipstick and liquid foundation to prevent her face from getting too sick and old. She spent all the money I earned on medicine. Her body is a medicine pot, and the stomach invaded by bacteria keeps sending out signals to feed it like a nursing dog, but it is not good to take too much medicine. I can see that she is getting older and her groans are getting hoarse and more like her father. "
"What kind of teacher is her father?"
"A primary school Chinese teacher, used to be, but has long since retired. I didn't see him until I graduated from high school. Prior to this, Wuren tuya dropped out of school because her father was found to have stomach-related diseases. If I remember correctly, it should be a perforated stomach. Her mother works as a piece-rate worker in a clothing factory and can't take care of herself at all. More importantly, her family doesn't have that much money at all. At that time, Wuren tuya exploded like a bomb from our classroom and our dry air, and then was blown away by the winter wind. At that time, she was very beautiful, with a pair of radian, glassy eyes, a nose like a baby's nose, and a bright and lovely light on her lips like fired porcelain. Even she was (abridged) at that time, showing a unique and attractive criminal temperament under the cover of her just-right little face of a Mongolian woman. Unlike her now, she is simply a pest. At that time, I fell in love with her, not only because of sexual attraction, but also because of the concept of marriage, sexual relationship and love. I admit that the first reason is the former, because of the beautiful sexual desire that stirs in our blood. My body is indeed mixed with some abnormal qualities, because I have been subconsciously, on the edge of reason (abridged). But she suddenly dropped out of school and escaped from the fake prison built by knowledge and curse, leaving only young people like us who are sexually active and have nowhere to vent. "
"She never went back?"
"Why do you want to go back? She is also lucky to some extent. She left a disgusting and flattering group to take care of her father herself. "
"Then how did you marry her later?"
"Oh, I told you, I saw her again after graduation. I went to her house to find her. " Dorothy swallowed and poured some warm water from the electric kettle. "She lives in a three-story apartment building, and the tiles outside the building are neat and bright. There are few grandiose things like' wild dogs, dog droppings, garbage spilled from trash cans, and scrap metal' in the nearby streets, but they are clean and easy to get excited. I didn't (abridge), not only because I didn't have any social experience at that time, but also because it was really troublesome and shameful for a young and cynical girl. I knocked on their door, and it was her mother who answered it. You can see it from those hands that have been ravaged by the click of the sewing machine. I explained to her who I am and why. She invited me into the house and told me that Wuren tuya worked in a Mongolian clothing store and would be home before lunch. At that time, I imagined that this high school dropout was bowing to those Han tourists who like to find bones in their eggs. I didn't sympathize with her too much, and I didn't use my good feelings for her to pity her. Pity is best to be the pure motivation for you to pity a person, not other messy and despicable feelings. I wait for her to come home. Her mother took me to see her father. He is lying on the bed in the bedroom, and his skinny appearance makes him look like a monster in the fairy tale world, an alien with pure blood. He was sleeping, and we didn't wake him up. Then we went back to the living room and her mother began to cry. You can never get tired of listening to this classic drama, because this dog blood scene conforms to animal feelings and does not violate normal natural logic. But cliches are cliches. She faltered as if she had a hot stone in her mouth, and she couldn't hear what she was saying at all. In short, it is nothing more than a sentence related to poverty, life and death and despair. I only hope that Wuren tuya will come back soon, as if the purpose of sitting there is not to wait for her to appear, but to be rescued. Finally, near noon, she returned home. As soon as I opened the door, she looked at me with that overbearing look at strangers and strange things. She wore an ordinary Mongolian dress, an embroidered Mongolian robe with slits on both sides, a horn fox fur hat, and stepped into a pair of high-heeled cowhide boots. She is more like a girl who has just attended a dance than a shop assistant who comes home from work from a clothing store that specializes in deceiving Han people who can't tell the difference between highland barley and glutinous rice. She stood there, staring at me. I know she recognized me, but she always seems to maintain a sense of security that refuses to let go of her vigilance. It is a spontaneous and sensitive temperament produced by the blood of a creature of your gender. But what can I do with her? She should have said hello to me first, instead of standing there motionless and unable to stand up like a lamb that just fell out of the womb. At that time, I really hoped that her style would be conventional and habitual, instead of being passive and reluctant like I spoke first. Even if I am a complete stranger, what can I do with her? Her crying and insecure mother has accepted me, and her paralyzed father stuck in the bedding like a vegetable seems to have accepted me, so what reason and qualification does she have to examine me with her childish brain? I didn't keep her staring at me, but spoke first. I called her name. Unexpectedly, she called my name, too. What surprised me even more was that she took my arrival as normal. You know, our original relationship was just a casual nodding acquaintance, but at that time we had a tacit interaction like a couple. I am very willing and excited about this. They left me for lunch, and there were only three slightly healthier people at the table. I didn't show her my thoughts on this occasion with the participation of a third party, but after dinner. At that time, her mother was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Wu Rentuya and I were sitting on the sofa in the living room. The upper surface of the sofa is covered with a layer of fabric like chenille yarn and suede, which feels very comfortable. You know, I have never been a shy person. I use all kinds of deliberate means and hypocritical pleasantries to create an atmosphere. I have always been straightforward, which can largely avoid some hypocritical and purposeful troubles. I told her that I wanted to date her, and if it went well, I might marry her. Perhaps this scared her, not (abridged), but a simple and without exception fear, a wild and uncivilized human temperament. I saw her lips trembling, and her eyes collided back and forth in her eyes like billiard balls on the billiard table, as if they really conformed to the laws of physics. Her fingers crossed and her palms kept rubbing against each other. I thought she must think I was funny, laughing like a cat in mating season, but she agreed. I know why she accepted me. It's not how charming I am, not how much property I have to compare with the oil tycoon, but her own potential impulse to mate with the opposite sex, physically and mentally. She longs for the love that has been in a phantom and conceptual state, so in essence, I am an experiment that she sent to her door on her own initiative, and she doesn't need to pay any price. It is a (abridged). "
"We have gone too far when you say so." Salina said with a full face of resentment.
"Not you, just her." Dorothy said. "Then we started dating, (abridged). I admit that I am, too, because I have long said that I was attracted by her thin figure. We often sit in coffee shops pretending to be foreign brands and rarely talk, but neither of us thought about making up a topic, at least in the summer before I went to college. "
"What was she doing when you were in college?"
"She has been in that Mongolian clothing store for three years. I have met the owner of that store several times, and at first glance he is the kind of bastard who bullies the weak and is good at squeezing honest people. Wu Rentuya didn't get much money from him, at least not for himself. She gave all her money to her dying father, but he was unfortunately kicked out of hell by Yan. He began to look like a healthy person, living all day and flattering everywhere. In the year when I was about to graduate, she rented a shop and opened a tailor's shop. This craft is inherited from her mother. This shop didn't close until a few years ago, and she has been taking care of this small shop since we got married. With the industrious spirit of a businessman, it may be this kind of enterprising spirit driven by blood and the instinct of approaching death that makes her physical quality become a stinky shit. Her migraine, like an art performance, and her gastroenteritis, like labor pains, make her not the former Wuren tuya. She became a confused moth, eager to pounce on death, an organism with imperfect function and loss of sexual characteristics. I'm not exaggerating, but there are no more sex cells in her body, or those functional sex cells have produced irreversible damn lesions, reducing her virus-filled body into expensive chemical pills. I'll put down my self-esteem and admit it to you right now. I don't love her at all. My former love with self-esteem has become worthless, and it has long been dissolved by the chemical composition in the pot with her pain. Therefore, it is natural that I love you. I found what she lacked in you, not only the simple body of a fully functional woman with sexual desire, but also my unclear words, or, more accurately, an aggressive influence? "
"You deify me, I'm not what you say." Salina had already put out the cigarette butts on the bedside table, put her arms around her chest, and her flat abdomen fluctuated regularly. "Before we fucked around, I was just a waiter working for you."
"You can't call our behavior foolishly. Objectively speaking, the pairing between you and me is just and fair. "
"Society calls this fooling around, and so does the law. As long as you and Wuren tuya are not divorced, no one will recognize the legitimacy of our relationship. Even if your divorce is successful, those bastards who make a living by digging gossip in society will always cling to us. In public opinion, we are essentially two adulterous shit and have no right to fight back. "
"I will divorce Wu Rentuya and give me a suitable deadline. I will let the collection of germs, pain and asceticism honestly get out of my house and take away her two small animals. I'll show you the divorce papers and divorce certificates. If you are still worried about my dying marriage with her, you can always keep those two papers as a weapon to invoke the law. This consideration is not to say that I may betray you and go back to that bitch, but to prevent you from being in a passive position and being implicated by those damn public opinions that swear to beat the unlucky people who are at the forefront alive. You may think my behavior is unnecessary, but this society of feces and conspiracy doesn't think so. This society will torture you through its various frameworks, including law, corporate system, nationalism and various monetary policies.
"I believe you, you don't have to say so much, I believe you."
"You'd better really believe me. If you don't believe me, then I'm here right now, and it doesn't make any sense to take off my bright clothes and be naked with you. It's like stretching, spitting and swearing. This is a waste of time. I believe you too, Salina. No, I'll call you by your original name, Gao Qin. I believe you, too. I will divorce Wuren tuya, I will, and I will make our meeting a decisive moment. "
"That you are quick to put on clothes. Since we both trust each other, you should do what you have to do. Before you go, call the front desk for me and ask them to send me a box of cigarettes. This box is running out. "
"Well, I'll divorce her. Believe me, I will. "