Louis

On a small road, Louis was chatting and laughing with his girlfriend. Five or six strong men surrounded him and beat him up, all of them in the face.Seeing that Louis' handsome face was destroyed, his girlfriend said angrily: "I don't love you anymore".On a nearby building, a faceless man shot Louis in the head, leaving a large hole.Louis spun in a circle and fell to the ground with orange and violet flowers.And far away in the Pacific Ocean, Louis was drifting with a board, and a group of sharks wandered around.One shark ate Lewis' leg and spat it out, and other sharks swarmed to tear Lewis intact.On a nearby island, another Louis observed all this with a monocle telescope. He was disheveled and ragged, with a woven bag of garbage beside him, and a mountain of garbage behind him.On the other side of the garbage island, a group of foreigners tied Louis to a wooden post, and there were vultures flying in the sky.The foreign leader opened Louis' clothes, prayed to the sky and shouted: "@&*&Y%￥#)#z4+..." The foreigners around him also shouted: "@&*&Y%￥#)#z4+... "Eventually they pulled away, watching from a distance as Louis was gutted by vultures.At this time, a group of soldiers ran to the island. They killed the foreigner and announced that the place was occupied. The leader, Chief Louis, spit out two smoke rings, but he did not expect that the mudslide from the nearby mountain rolled down and drowned him...

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In this way, science fiction becomes fragile literature and faded elegance.Still on the football field, I was wearing the number XX jersey, facing the football at my feet and driving hard.Someone lit a firework and the crowd cheered:

yeah!Victory, congratulations!Whoa - awesome...

It was Louis' voice. He was sweating profusely and came with a tennis racket in his hand.I was about to say hi to him when Louis pushed me.

I fell back on the bed, no jerseys, no cheers, no killers in black, no flying vultures...

The next day, when I got up, I found that my wrist was wrapped in bandages, and a bad thought came to my mind.I wrapped the bandages round and round, and on the last lap, I was worried.Under the bandage, there is a red marker pen, which reads: "Idiot, I am here." I put down my hands dejectedly, got up and went to the bathroom.Louis in the living room said hello to me, but I didn't bother to answer him.When I entered the bathroom, I looked up, and in the mirror, "Surprise" was written on my forehead.So I scolded Louis and washed away the marker marks.

When he came out, Louis was making noodles with a cigarette in his mouth, and the ash fell into the pot. Louis said, "Dry." Then he dumped the boiled noodles.We sat at the table and ate the noodles cooked by Louis for the second time, quietly enjoying the tranquility of the morning.

There was a knock on the door, and I stood up impatiently, and Louis winked at me.

"Hello, are you Mr. Louis?" Two people squeezed in after I opened the door.I go up and down them, glasses, suits, suitcases.Two typical lawyers or thugs.

"No, what are you going to do." I sat down with them, in a posture I didn't know before. "You have been accused of..."

"Wait, you say, I committed a crime?" I spread my hands.

The two glasses guys looked at each other: "Yes, we are Mr. Heck's lawyer, your..." Heck is the fat addict who troubled Louis

I interrupted them impatiently again. I was an absolutely good person before, and it was definitely impossible to interrupt: "No matter what my crime is, this is my home. I don't want to see you, please get out."

The other party was not very happy at first, I wondered if I would be headshot the next moment, please don't stain my Persian rug, it's very expensive.Sure enough, one of them stood up and walked over to me.Louis was leaning back in his chair and laughing dumbly.I also giggled.

"Wait a minute, okay?" I looked up, and the lawyer sitting opposite me signaled his partner to listen to me: "As far as I know, your boss has a hobby of keeping fit. I don't need to explain it."

The lawyer looked at each other in dismay, and I continued, "Call your boss now and have a 2-minute chat with me." The lawyer hesitated, and actually called the politician.I grabbed the phone and gave the lawyer a vicious look.

"Is it finished?" I heard such a voice when I picked up the phone.

With great pleasure I said: "Hello, sir."

"who are you?"

"Never mind that, sir, I don't need to say anything about your status and reputation. Do you know the difference between your luxury car 43 days ago and your home last night? Of course, these two items are just the tip of the iceberg. I'm sorry , For such a scene, I specially kept the precious video data, but I gave it to a friend, um... I forgot who it was. It doesn’t matter, I asked him to post it to the blog anonymously at 56 o’clock this morning On, of course I will @你的, don’t worry. If possible, I hope your people will stop standing in my house, and in the future. It’s too affecting me to write pornographic novels! In this way, I can also call my friends and let him Cancel the blog plan, after all, it is now [-]:[-]. Excuse me, okay?" When I said this, the other party had no voice at all. I was very angry and shouted loudly: "Okay!? Please!"

The other party said weakly: "Yes, yes." So I also said gratefully: "Thank you, bastard."

Then I returned the phone to the lawyer. The lawyer listened to the call for a minute, and then solemnly said: "Your charges are pending investigation, I'm sorry." Before leaving, I shook hands with them: "Goodbye, get out." Wait until the door Closed, the silent Louis laughed loudly, and finally collapsed on the sofa laughing.I was exactly like Louis just now, very bad and politely threatening.As for the picture of Mr. Politician and Ms. So-and-so, it was given to me by Luis, and I made up the bad things I put about the blog, and I became like Luis, who didn't care and challenged the world.

Wait, why challenge the world?Look at your hands, are you left-handed or right-handed.Maybe it's possible.Using left and right hands as a metaphor for this boring world, what is the difference between eating with the left hand and eating with the right?No, we have to eat anyway.But left-handed children were forcibly corrected centuries ago, and it took hundreds of years to bridge the gap.What now?A little girl who loves model aerospace or a boy who loves dollhouses is still being pointed at, and how many hundred years will the world have to get rid of it?Death is the first step to eternal life.Give up those unnecessary "dignities" and throw away those ghostly "faces".The secular world is not completely correct, and the road less traveled has good scenery.Just today, if I go to the street and tell someone that I am gay and that I write pornographic novels, he will scoff at me and scold me: "Pervert." But in fact, there is nothing wrong with being gay, and writing pornographic novels is my profession, and there is no distinction between occupations High or low.what do i representA bit of dust from a solar storm.Well, we can no longer digress.Go on about Louis.