The third option: I am uncle control

When the sun turned straight ahead, the cabin finally appeared on the beach of the Gulf Stream.

arrive?Xiaolu wobbled and stood up, looking at the wooden house that only appeared in fairy tale books shrouded in golden light.God, I almost forgot our destination.

Haven't drifted enough?

kind of.He shook his head.

The paddle was handed over to the man, and the raft landed easily, and then he jumped into the shallow water and pulled the raft onto the river bank.

Stepping on the fine river sand with bare feet on the path, he raised his hand to cover the glare of the sun, and looked at the not-so-small wooden house.

Half of the spire of the wooden house is covered under an unknown big tree with a huge crown, hanging with lush green and yellow branches and leaves.The other half of the spiers are fully exposed to the sun, reflecting the mild wood texture due to the brushing of tung oil.The wooden house is still some distance away from the water surface, it seems that it should not be a big problem to hold a football match on the river beach.

Xiaolu turned his head and saw that the uncle was taking out the luggage in the cargo hold.Standing on the glittering golden river beach, the sturdy and naked male body looks like a peaceful oil painting.

I'll take the bag, you go and open the door.

Hehe, I still like it.

Well, it would be much better if you could keep doing this.Xiaolu looked under him.

I said the house.

I say you.

Alas, here you are again.The uncle shook his head helplessly and walked across the river beach.

The door of the wooden house faces south, and there is a decent log porch in front of the door, facing a small open area, full of black soil where not a single blade of grass grows, the path cannot be seen, and attention is shifted to the door.

There was no lock on the door.

This lock is very special, you have to learn how to use it.The man put the backpack under his feet, held the door handle with his left hand, and pressed a wooden block the size of a blackboard eraser with his right hand. Pushing and pulling, the door creaked open.

The door shaft should be oiled.Talking to himself, the man put his head into the door, took a deep breath, and turned sideways to make way for him: please come in.

Xiaolu looked into his shining eyes, and walked into the cabin with his bag.

There is no room divider in the wooden house, and the LOFT structure makes the functions clear at a glance.There is a wooden table, a wooden chair, a stove standing in the corner, and a row of polished kitchen utensils hanging on the wall.A large bed that can sleep three people, there is no bedding on the bed, only a football.There is a pleasant smell of rosin in the air, without a trace of mustiness.

What should I do when I sleep? Are you covered?

Oh, there are sleeping bags.The man clapped the schoolbag in his hand.How is it better than expected?

To be honest, I didn't think much of it.Xiaolu turned around.OK, where do we start?

Let's lay it all out.

good.Xiaolu took two backpacks and put the contents on the table one by one.

This side is for food, and this side is for use. Wouldn’t it be you blowing up the sleeping bag one by one?

The man pulled the pump from the wall behind him.

Yo, there are such high-tech things on your earth.

There are even more advanced ones.The man walked towards the corner where the kitchen utensils were hung. Did you see this faucet? Hot water can be produced in a while.

solar?

Of course, you still want to use gas in this place?

I thought your friend would come up with a gas tank.Xiaolu looked around again.Where is the toilet?

There is no toilet, just walk a little further.

Uh, that's what worries me.

Outside the house, Xiaolu watched anxiously as the uncle put the wooden ladder on the eaves. The white boxers seemed to be about to burst. The man climbed up like a bear, raised the wooden bucket, and filled the sink with water.

Is this what you call a solar water heater?

Hehe, an early model.

You can't believe what the advertiser says.Xiaolu let out a sigh of relief.

Don't always say that about me, okay, just kidding.

Buddha always likes to use metaphors, because he is afraid that people will not understand; your metaphors are all fooling me.Xiaolu took two empty barrels and walked towards the river.

I rarely joke around.The uncle shouted at his back.

Xiaolu raised a middle finger behind him and continued walking towards the river.

The stones on the river beach were smooth enough, and Xiaolu looked at his feet, imagining his round and swollen biceps all over the ground, and a strange tactile sensation immediately surged from the soles of his feet.On the train last night, the feeling of leaning against his arms seemed to come back again. Thinking of this, Xiaolu unconsciously looked at the sun that was getting more and more westward.

Dirty.He quickly shook his head and lowered his head to fill the water.

A fish swung its black and bright body and swam past his feet as if ignoring him. Xiaolu was startled and almost shouted out.Looking back at him in the distance: the white boxer shorts are still on the roof.

Xiaolu groaned and groaned, and put the two wooden barrels under the eaves, but he no longer had the strength.Just as he was about to raise his head to complain, he saw a strange gleam in the uncle's eyes.

Come up, come on.The man looked ahead and waved to his position.

Xiaolu looked at the wooden ladder, and climbed up with both hands and feet. Fortunately, it didn't stand up or fall backward like in the movie.

Come, sit here.The man grabbed his shoulders and pressed them together.

He knew what to look for.

The setting sun was right in front of them, emitting a brilliant but not glaring golden light. The light seemed to have a force, rushing towards the face with the wind, trying to reach into the armpit to lift the man up, and the roof beneath him would also disappear into nothingness.The lawn and the river beach are covered with a layer of downy light.

He looked sideways at the man's face, his eyelashes reflected the five-color brilliance like a lens, his eyes, face, and lips were all soaked in sunlight, and there was an imperceptible smile hidden on his eyebrows. If it weren't for those eyes, there would be Slowly rising and falling chest, he really doubted that he had fallen asleep.

It's even more spectacular than it looks at my house.Xiaolu is fair to say.

Sometimes there is a little beauty in the world, right?

hum.

Children are not allowed to imitate pigs.

He grabbed his little hands and brought his knees together.

Come with me in the future, okay?

As long as uncle will take me with him in the future.

Ok.

The setting sun warmed up to the back of the mountain bit by bit.

let's go.The uncle patted the child's head.Take a shower while the water is still warm.

Are you going back to Earth?

What, you still want to wash here?The man pointed to the water tank on the roof.

After getting off the roof, he went back to the room to tidy up, and walked out of the wooden house again. Xiaolu had already stripped himself naked, showing himself completely in front of him for the first time.The uncle looked at it calmly, as if looking at the bright sunshine just now.

Xiaolu stood there a little uncomfortably, with his hands behind his back, under the eaves of the corridor, and stopped moving forward.

The uncle stretched out his hand to him, and Xiaolu smiled slightly, stepping on the log floor with creaking creaks.

Not enough time in the sun, the water may be a little cold.

It's ok.

The uncle looked into the depths of his pupils, not daring to move his eyes easily.

I don't know what switch was touched, and the gentle water droplets flowed down, wet the shoulders and wet the insteps.

Xiaolu closed his eyes, letting the soap run through his hair.His hands are warm, like brushing flowers and plants.Xiaolu took half a step forward, wrapping his arms around his waist.

It doesn't seem fair that you're still wearing something.Xiaolu's eyes avoided the water drops, looked at him and asked.

Haven't you seen enough every day?

Every day is this time to see you, today is no exception.

Ok.

Xiaolu's hand slipped down, and he removed his last covering, bent down to take it from under the man's feet, and threw it far away.

Even in his old age, he still has such vitality.

Don't look at it, I still have sunscreen all over my body.

Xiaolu took the soap, and the uncle watched his movements quietly, as if he was sketching.

Do you like Uncle that much?

Xiaolu didn't answer, and the soap hit his head in two circles, and countless bubbles splashed down, flowing over the uncle's eyebrows, eyes, and ear sockets.

Old guy, lots of crap.

When it was dark, the two rafts were still stranded on the river beach.

What to do with this, if the water rises here, it will be washed away.Xiaolu crossed his hips and looked at the uncle who had already put on his jeans behind him.

Just drag it to the side of the house. After we leave, the friend will take the car to tow it away.

Is there still traffic here?

The road is naturally gone, but cars can still come up.Uncle looked at the dazzling big star on the zenith.Time to prepare dinner.

After a while, a bonfire lit up on the river beach near the water.

After the fire is lit, just add firewood, and don't pour kerosene, as you won't find any hospital within ten hours.

Don't worry, this is common sense, not knowledge, you want to teach?

Forget it, I'll take it anyway.The man picked up the bucket.Put more water in the porridge, the fire is very fierce.

No food?

There is refined salt.

Well, well, much better than primitive people.Xiaolu picked up a dry branch and teased the dancing flames.

The crackling of the bonfire became clear, and the figure of the man walked towards the wooden house.

After opening the door and lighting the gas lamp, the man put away the oil barrel, checked the food on the table, and picked up a piece of ham.At this moment, the fire by the river seemed to be brighter, and he stared at the small figure by the campfire, unconsciously staring blankly for a while.

At this moment, the child's aura was far away and faded, and he seemed to be the only one in the mountain and the wooden house again.The pine-scented air in the room was quiet, as usual when I came here.The difference is that someone is with me again tonight, as usual farther away.

The man sat on the ground, the floor creaked and creaked, and he choked up silently, and the ham fell somewhere.He hugged his hair, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably in the shadow of the gas lamp.

The brain was gray and white, and then dust was raised, and something in the heart cut it from bottom to top, and the man let out a muffled groan, followed by a few short gasps.

When I opened my eyes, the gas lamp was still hissing, rubbing a light on the toes of my hiking shoes.The man sorted out his emotions, looked at his face in the mirror by the light, and walked out of the wooden house again.

The sound of clucking pebbles approached, and Xiaolu stirred the porridge in the pot without raising his head.

The footsteps are so heavy, did you lose your vitality just now?

A piece of ham appeared in front of him, Xiaolu said hello, picked up the knife, knelt on the ground, cut the meat into chunks and threw it into the porridge pot.

I said, at such an age, I still know how to play.

what?

I said how did Uncle find this place.

Look for it with your heart, desire can always stimulate potential.

I always say that most people’s desires are too strong. I think you are guarding yourself. Most people are going to see places of interest with tour groups now. You are good enough to lure me to the Stone Age.

Are you happy today?

Well, nothing to say, let me go back to the time when I lived alone that year, very happy.

That's good.The man hands over two wooden bowls.

Xiaolu picked up the iron spoon and sang leisurely:

I don't want to sleep on a starry night

screens rippling in the wind

drooping flowers

The moonlight looks softly at the wine glass on the table

intoxicated

like the scent of acacia flowers

engrossed

Half of summer's beauty is stored in the night

I don't want to sleep on a starry night

screens rippling in the wind

drooping flowers

Attached to the edge of the bed, I want to fly

on the transparent sky

Only shooting stars are chasing

that is shed from heaven

tears for tomorrow

Here you go, the salt is put away, not enough to add by yourself.Xiaolu handed the porridge bowl to him.

What did you just sing?

Songs I wrote myself, from high school, not bad.

You still write songs?

Yes, I don’t have any other abilities, whether it’s work or hobbies, it’s all about smearing, writing commercials, scripts, essays, and lyrics, that’s all.

Xiaolu took a sip of the porridge, tasted the saltiness of the taste carefully, and suddenly raised his head.Hey, why have I never heard my uncle sing.

I can't sing well.

If you don't believe me, Fatty can sing well, so please sing one for me, okay?

Sing what?

Relatively speaking, your best.

"Let's paddle together".

Okay.

Let's swing double...

Stop, stop, stop.Xiaolu held the bowl with both hands.Please, eat first, I'm hungry.

haha okay.The man smiled shyly, and picked up the spoon in the raging firelight.In the slight mountain breeze at night, this bowl of porridge is very warm and comfortable to drink.

In silence, the meal was eaten quickly.Xiaolu went into the river to wash the pot, and finally brought a pot of water up.

In fact, you can put out the fire yourself.

I don't drink that much water.The man extinguished the embers, and a smell of gray grass rose around him.

Oh, by the way, I haven't finished what I want to say during the day. I want to tell you when you pee to put out your cigarette butts-many women like to watch the back of a man when he urinates, especially the one who is shirtless and wearing jeans.

It's what you like to watch.

Where, general psychology.Xiaolu put the wooden bowl into the pot and sat on the river beach in the dark.During the military training in the first year of high school, because the playground was too big, they could only use the dry toilets outside. Those boys were not particular about it, and they all urinated outside.That night, the group of girls was still having a group discussion, and later I heard what my female deskmate said.

Very masculine isn't it?

Well, the feeling of wearing training pants is also good, but if it is too thin, it will not be effective.

I just like meat.

Of course, a male should always have a strong back.

Hey, why do people have the desire to tend to the beauty they like and create the beauty they like?

Everyone has the love of beauty, and then peel off another layer.Xiaolu lay back on the river beach, looking thoughtfully at the thin clouds in the night sky.In the final analysis, all actions, whether intentional or unintentional, are driven by desire.The visual desire is to understand the target and sensory stimulation; the same is true for the auditory desire, taste, smell, touch, in addition to facilitating biological activities, it is just to make oneself feel comfortable.The process of tending to beauty and creating beauty is to satisfy the senses, including consciousness.The function of organs is to maintain life, as for satisfaction, to find materials to maintain one’s own life, including food, habitat, and reproduction, that is, sex.Find what you feel beautiful, like it, and get it.In the end, all of this is just to maintain the most basic needs of living things.

The mind is very clear.The man admires.

Thinking about it this way, the act of creating beauty is not noble at all, it feels so vulgar, no different from animals looking for food.

This is why people in the world hate listening to the truth. If you remove all labels and pretense, the result will be dry and ugly.

All appearances are false.Xiaolu hummed.The attractiveness of appearance is really irresistible.Fragrant cars, beautiful houses, delicious food, beautiful scenery... All these prosperity are constantly whitewashing the world, the illusion is getting thicker and the sensory stimulation is getting more and more abundant.

However, at the same time, it is also moving faster and faster.

However, pollution is also increasing.

Pollution is a process, and I believe it will get better and better with the speed of progress.

Do you focus on results rather than process?

Maybe after going to work for a while, it will be like this.

Especially leaders, in order to achieve their goals, they will do whatever they can.

Under normal circumstances, the leader will not want to know how his subordinates achieve the results. The process seems unimportant to them, but this is not the case for me. I don’t want my employees to use despicable, shameless or even illegal means to achieve their goals. If necessary So, then I agree to give up.I'm not that possessive.My employees are all my juniors. I don't want to lead them to a bad place or lead them to a bad place just because I achieve my goal. This is the most basic sense of responsibility that every leader must have.If you don’t have this sense of responsibility, then it’s best to give way to others, be more conscious, and benefit others as well as yourself.I am very reluctant to be a leader, for this reason, and because I don't want to do too much.After all, work and life cannot be put in reverse. The higher the position, the greater the responsibility and the more trivial things.I don't want to spend most of my life on my so-called career.

But getting older and older, this cannot be avoided.

Yes, fortunately, I often retreat and give up, anyway, I have no ambition.As luck would have it, I climbed high enough that a lot of things fell under me.But people who do things with this kind of attitude can't be called a career, right?

Well, smart, most of the so-called careers are occupations in the final analysis, and they are just excuses to make money to support themselves, satisfy themselves, and justify the pollution they cause.

And I don't communicate with other people, I don't drink and eat out with my friends, and I don't have to attend class reunions, which saves me a lot of trouble.In short, there are many reasons for happiness.

Well, something to be proud of.Xiaolu straightened up.Moreover, there are people to accompany you in the barren mountains, what a blessing, it is simply the life of heaven and man, much better than those mediocre people in the world.

It's time to go back, and it's time to take a breather in a while.

Are you going to sleep?

Well, lying in a sleeping bag, it's very warm.

Well, since there are no stars to watch today, I will use you instead.Xiaolu took the man's hand and creaked back to the wooden house.

The air in the wooden house is like a tangible entity, one can clearly feel its density when one walks in.The cool air in the mountains disappeared cleanly at the door, and the whole block was absolutely still.

Don't light the lights, that's all.

okay.

Holding his big hand with his little hand, he groped to the side of the bed and touched the unfolded sleeping bag.

Can sleep two?

I bought the double one, and the single one is a bit cramped for me.

I've never slept with this thing.

It's fun, like playing house.

Cold little hands touched the uncle's metal button.

Be careful not to pull down against the meat.

You know, I did stupid things when I was five.

Oh, what a pity, no scars left?

You can check it for me at dawn, I also forgot.

Ha ha.

How old are you?

seven years old.

No scars?

I can't see it anymore.

Have time to double check - sit down.

The man's hiking shoes were taken off, followed by the jeans. At this moment, the silence in the wooden house truly surrounded the carcass, a long-lost sense of security.

It's over, there is still a smell of smoke in the shoes, let's blow them outside overnight.

Just put it outside the window sill, the window is easy to open.

Where is the window?

this.The man held his shoulders.Now, go straight ahead, about twelve steps.

Xiaolu fumbled over, touched the glass with fingertips, latched it, opened the window, put the shoes outside, then reversed the order, returned to the man, took off all his clothes, and grabbed his shoulder.

Help me get in.

Come up there and hold me tight.

Ok.

The uncle felt the coldness of his body, as real as this blackness.

Half dragging and half hugging the ground, Xiaolu was successfully packed into the sleeping bag.

After zipping the sleeping bag, the man leaned sideways against him.

Very safe.The child lay in those arms, staring at the place of his face in the dark.The dark place is so fun, there is nothing.That's what a fool's mind seems to be like.

I've never been so stupid, I don't know.

There is only the sense of touch, and everything else seems to be useless, which is really interesting.Xiaolu's hand caressed the uncle's chest, wrapped around the bear's waist, and pressed his body against it.

It's nice and warm to have an uncle.

Addicted.

It's really strange, both are 37 degrees, how can there be such a big difference.When I was living outside in high school, I had a shadow of the cold quilt.The heating in the school is not good, and the temperature in the bed can only be solved by body temperature. Sometimes two people sleep together and cannot turn over.Gritting your teeth and insisting on places that already have a little temperature, it will become cold again just because you move.Well now, I have a secret weapon.

Ha ha.

Can all fat uncles be used as a secret weapon to cover the bed?

Are you not fat?Hehe, stop rubbing, the more you rub, the hotter it will be.

Xiaolu turned around.The man felt his cool and slippery back clinging to his body with a perfect arc.

It's so warm, like a fetus again.

Xiaolu talked to himself, letting the heat spread from behind, filling every cell and pore of him.In the silence, he fell asleep very quickly.