The third option: I am uncle control

When it was dawn, the man woke up consciously.Looking at each other, they were still in the posture they had when they fell asleep last night.His body was tightly wrapped around the child like a womb, and there was a thin layer of light sweat on his belly.

The child was still dreaming, breathing very quietly, and he could feel the heartbeat coming from his back in his chest, young and powerful.In the sleeping bag is the smell of each other's clean skin, which is faint, adding a bit of warmth to this morning.

He got out of the sleeping bag as quietly as possible.In the skylight cast from the window, I saw my sweaty body, the hair sticking to the skin and flesh, and a layer of water film on the belly.

My pair of shoes are still outside the window, but I don't want to wear them for now.The floor under his feet creaked softly. The man came outside and blew the fresh morning breeze for a while. Fortunately, the woods were clear and fog-free.There is a small tree outside the window where the shoes are placed, and I urinate under the tree as usual, watching it grow a little bigger than last year, and at the same time pay attention to the inside of the window, silently praying that a smiling face will not suddenly appear looking at me.

After solving the problem, he walked towards the river beach and stepped straight on the round and solid pebbles. The coolness under his feet increased, but the more interesting test was yet to come.The man strode into the middle of the river and floated up, soaking every inch of his skin with the joy of late summer and early autumn.A certain part of the body contracted immediately, and the scalp trembled crisply. The man stirred his limbs, swung them away, took a big breath, and gradually felt that the cells and water molecules merged into one.

After a while, his lungs tightened, he stopped going, his toes touched the bottom of the river, and he walked up the river beach.In front of the wooden house, a child was wrapped in a dark blue towel, and the man waved at him.

Xiaolu tilted his head, as if watching a friendly strange thing approaching him step by step.

You just had a bowel movement, didn't you, went to the river to wash it off?

Hehe, morning swimming, woke up by oh?

No, I woke up naturally, feeling pretty good.Xiaolu stretched out his hand and touched the uncle's chest muscles that had been frozen red.Okay, the whole braised uncle, see if you are frozen, do you want a towel?

No, I'm hot. Right now, I feel like a light bulb.

Xiaolu suddenly bent down and stared at it suspiciously: My dear, this thing can become so small.

Hehe, stop making trouble.The man blocked his small face.

I should really take a picture of you, like a big ham.

I'm tired, can you help me put the deck chair under the sun?

good.Xiaolu threw the towel to him, turned around and walked into the cabin, and carried out the big guy wheezing.

It's not that heavy, is it?

Lifting is so much more sinking than looking.Xiaolu spread the thing out on the porch, grabbed a towel and spread it on top.

sit down.

The man lay down on his back and let out a long breath, as if he wanted to blow out all the cold air in his body.Xiaolu knelt on the floor and stretched out two small hands to massage his arms, palms, fingertips, chest, toes, calves, and knees.

Okay, don't do it, where did you learn this?

I watched a documentary about crossing the ice sea in Antarctica. The fat man who crossed the Antarctic Sea reminded me ten thousand times that I must give him a full-body massage after I landed, otherwise something would happen to my body.

How can I be so serious, the water temperature is actually not low, I guess it will be fine for you to go down.

Can't you just play around?You are my big toy.I especially like to see you sitting or lying down, like a small noodle tank.

Small noodle jar?How can I be so fat?

Not that fat, but the curve of the body is very similar. There is a small face with a very painful expression on the small noodle jar, just like a big baby. The little chubby has no place to put his hands, so he can only hold the small noodle jar and look towards the light. Lying down, she didn't know how to be ashamed at all. Anyone who saw it would probably want to go up and pinch it.

You are beauty in the eye of the beholder.

Absolutely not, if you don’t believe me, I’ll take two photos for you and post them online to see everyone’s comments?

Ah, no more.He grabs his wrist as if he's about to grab the camera.

Hey, you care so much about your body?Xiaolu stared at the man's secret.I've watched it countless times, and I'm still so shy?

Ha ha, conditioned reflex.

Still subconsciously shy, right?

Of course, where are you as brave as you?

This is not a question of courage, but a question of labels.From a very young age, when everyone did not have a sound personality and worldview, we were taught in our minds: This place is not allowed to be seen by others, and it is shy to be seen by others.If things go on like this, we will accept this statement without reason.If you tear off the label that the elder insisted on——Xiaolu removes his covering hand—you will find that there is an empty shell behind it. According to your advertising industry, this is just speculation.What's wrong with this place, is it different from the shoulders, and the knees?Not all of them come from a single piece of skin, not all of them are cells, muscles and blood vessels. The only difference is the concept given to it. Different concepts have different meanings, and people have different attitudes towards them.It's all just a complete hoax!

Hehe, why don't you go to the lawyer exam, you little mouth.The man twisted his mouth.

Go ahead, I won't excuse criminals, lawyers don't care whether you are really guilty or not, just collect money to settle it, and what you say is justified.Xiaolu stood up.Don't play tricks with you, I'm hungry.

There is yogurt on the table, let's cut bread and eat it.

it is good.

I can only feel wronged by what I eat these days, after all, there is no modernization.The man lifted up the towel on the recliner, and wrapped his lower body tightly.

It doesn't matter, my biggest advantage is that it is easier to feed than cactus.

You are the prickly pear.The uncle shouted towards the door.

In the house, the sleeping bag has been neatly packed by the child.

I am obedient.He looked into his eyes and asked.

Not bad, he looks like a good boy.

reward me.

The man lifted the slender jaw and kissed lightly.

Well, let's eat and eat.Xiaolu pushed him to sit at the table, and he sat opposite, with his feet resting on the man's insteps, and the cabin was warm at that moment.

Hey, I dreamed about you last night.Xiaolu unscrewed the lid of the yogurt.Guess what plot.

Can't guess.

You can guess.

Ha ha, guess I don't say it.

That's what I guessed.He scooped out a large dollop of yogurt and spread it on his bread.Hey, seriously, do you dare to turn my dream into reality?

Hehe, don't say it.

Had an idea, but still didn't want to, right?

You understand so well, and you still ask me.Eat well.

It's just a communication, nothing more, like holding your hand, like me reading a novel to you, like you telling me your story about being a soldier.Let everything come naturally, don't give it any concept, how?

Hehe, don't make trouble.

You always think I'm making trouble, you always think I'm not serious.The child raised a dark cloud between his eyebrows, and smeared yogurt on the bread.

Are you angry?

No, why am I angry with you, and I have no grudge against you.I respect your opinion, you can do whatever you want.

Ha ha.

Don't just smirk, savor my words when you laugh, only people who really care about you can say such words, so do it yourself.

Well, I know that.

Knowing the truth is not a skill, but putting the truth into practice is the real skill, understand?

This seems to be my original, right?

Yeah?Xiaolu raised his eyebrows, and then they all fell.Behold, behold, we shall both—be one, and neither shall we be.

There are pistachios, can you eat them?

It is more shameful to despise people who change the subject like you than to have no comment.As Xiaolu said, he picked up one, and suddenly turned his gaze and landed on the bag of pistachios.

Did you remove all the shells?

Well, it's convenient to eat like this.

Is it for me?

Nine out of ten questions you ask me can be answered by yourself, and you still have to ask.

Hey, look at the two of us, we are going to be one, not separate from each other, well.Xiaolu took the fruit with his lips, and the man stretched out his mouth to take it.

The kung fu is really good. I haven't encountered it at all. I have practiced countless times, right?Xiaorou sincerely admired it.

Hehe, I practiced before graduating from university.

There are so many girls chasing you, right, you will always recall your school days.

Well, 21 if you count middle school and high school.

For a small noodle tank, 21 people are chasing you, which is pretty good, eh.

I was not like that.

From what I know about you, it is not wrong to say that you were a small noodle tank at that time.When you were in high school, you weighed at least 165 pounds.

It's pretty much the same, how do you know?

I can tell the status of your development as soon as I pinch your bones.There was a see-through light in Xiaolu's eyes, which made the uncle tremble unavoidably.

After dinner, the sun shines directly into the lounge chairs on the veranda.

What are you doing today?Xiaolu leaned on his chin, leaned on the cleaned table and looked at his deep navel fossa.

I will loosen the soil in front of the door in a while.

I'm going to write a script. I got a job last month. I have a hunch that inspiration is going to erupt today.It's a pity that there is no power supply and the computer cannot be used.

Write with pen and paper.

Okay, I'm going to write it, and this is for me.

Pulling off the towel blanket around the man's waist, Xiaolu turned and left.

The reclining chairs on the porch have been warmed up in the sun, and the towels have been spread out to cover them generously.Xiaolu sat down contentedly, concentrating for a moment, and began to rub the pen tip against the paper.

The man looked at his serious appearance, took off the shovel behind the door, and tiptoed outside.

The half acre of land south of the wooden house was still barren. The man stepped on it with bare feet to confirm whether it was soft or hard.Stepping on the well-turned land, the warmth of the sun is revealed, and the soles of the feet are wrapped in solid comfort, giving a sense of solidity.

The child was still writing under the porch, the sun covering the white boxer shorts, creating a fuzzy texture.His eyes are now focused, as if he is drafting a national constitution.This scene is rare, and the man even doubts his own judgment. A person can transform his identity and temperament so quickly and completely. The child who hinted at him violently at the dinner table just now became an unsung hero who shouldered the heavy responsibility of the country in an instant.He thought of this metaphor, even though it was a bit exaggerated, it definitely fit the reality.

He was still naked at the moment, but he didn't glance sideways.What kind of him is this that makes it difficult for him to define? He is certainly obsessed with his own body, which is undeniable. He can almost completely grasp and fully interpret the side of the physical body, just like a character in his own pen.

Yes, the character, maybe I am a member of his pen at this time, maybe I am the one he likes the most among the characters in his pen, the combination of reality and design, that kind of feeling, back then, had happened like a drama Pass.

His eyes and hers' eyes on him are so consistent and coincident with each other.

The man's hand holding the shovel trembled.

Xiaolu wrote frantically with his right hand holding the pen, and his eyebrows matched the corners of his mouth, trembling constantly with the speed of writing.All the details are clearly displayed in the bright sunlight.The chubby guy in white pants is concentrating, the background is a brown wooden house, a corner of a distant river, just the right amount of sunshine.It's all like an oil painting.

He is a barefoot farmer in his old age.Looking down at himself, some want to laugh.

The sun shines through the wide branches and leaves of the plane tree, and the mottled nets are on the ground, and a fresh earthy smell spreads out, which makes people relax and happy.A big moth walked around the shovel, and some kind of bug was darting around in the leaves.He suddenly wanted to urinate, but he took a peek at him who was inspired, and he still endured it.

When Xiaolu raised his head, the manuscript paper full of words had been piled up to a thickness he was satisfied with.Under the shade of a tree, a naked man was sitting in the dirt, touching something in his hands.

Looking up, he was meeting his lily-like smiling face.

What are you playing.Xiaolu walked barefoot into the barren land and stopped suddenly.

God, this feeling... is more comfortable than stepping on the lawn, so good.

Walk over slowly and relax the soles of your feet.The man reminded him.

Xiaolu came to him as if walking a tightrope.

I know the reason why you dig the ground, it's purely for the purpose of digging the ground, right?

The man smiled, looking up at his face.

What to pinch, I pinch too.Xiaolu squatted down and looked at the handful of black soil in the man's hand.

I steamed this soil one pot at a time, and there will be no germination in it, but I wonder, after several years, there is still nothing growing in it, and there are no earthworms.

Do you steam the soil in one pot?Why?

To pass the time, I actually want to play a game, get a piece of land that does not grow anything, and step on it, it will be fun.

Indeed, it is very comfortable, just like letting you hold it naked.Xiaolu also grabbed a handful of soil and felt it in his hand.

Did you write well?

Very good, as expected, this is really a blessed place, I like it here.

It can make people relax completely, and then play something unexpected, right?

Well, able to tear off a lot of old and new labels, revealing things I hadn't seen before.Koji looked at the man's sailor-like biceps, which were covered with a thin layer of light.

I want to swim with you too.

Didn't you say you can't swim?The man was surprised.

Yes, didn't you also say that you were never married?Xiaolutou will not go away.

The man shook his head helplessly.

On the river beach at noon, a puff of light smoke drifted with the wind.

You didn't say you brought potatoes, how much can your bag hold?Through the sunglasses, Xiaolu looked at the seemingly innocent pile of charcoal fire, and wondered if there was food in it.At this moment, I have changed into a short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

Okay, just wait, let's bask in the sun, it's the most comfortable to bask in the sun after swimming.

I put sunscreen on you and take it off.Xiaolu picked up the bottle.

Me, I have no privacy at all.The man laughed and lay on his back on the hot stones on the river beach.

Slate barbecue, not bad.Xiaolu looked at the bulging body, and began to paint on the chest muscles.

The clear, warm and fragrant sunscreen oil was poured into the palm of the hand, and slowly spread on the man's body, silently.The man glanced at him. The child's expression and posture seemed to be performing a tea ceremony, solemn, calm, and focused.An impeccable sense of ceremony.When smearing privacy, he felt a little bloodshot, and the object gradually changed in his hands, but his expression was like a paper sculpture.

You are really obsessed with the flesh.

We've discussed this topic before, love beauty, my brain is hungry, do I always have to eat?Who is like you, who is so cold at an age.

Why am I cold?

Neither of you are happy to turn other people's dreams into reality.

Boy, you are too anxious.

Yes, if you can’t eat fat tofu in a hurry, then I’ll just wait, anyway, I have more time than you.His hands were shiny, and he slapped the instep that had just been treated.Turn it over, the other side.

Hehe, flipping the tape?

No, your singing talent is not as good as my swimming talent, we both have a little bit of self-knowledge.

How to turn over now, let me stand.

It's up to you, depending on your prospects.

The man stood up, with his arms outstretched, at his mercy.

Uncle, don't think that I'm very horny. In fact, I like the skin on your body as well as the brain inside the skin, you know.I like to tinker with your body is one expression of mine, and I like to chat with you is another expression.

You eat an apple and swallow the core, right?

Hey, don't tell me, I really have this habit. Are the seeds of plants particularly nutritious?

In that case, it is estimated that in a few days, I will not be able to walk, and you will have to go back to the city alone.

As I said, if you die in front of me, I will swallow your ashes with water, mouthful.

I didn't say I was exhausted, just exhausted.

You must not be able to beat me, I promise, after all, I am younger than you.

That’s all you can do with the flesh, so what about another expression?

How can I deal with you mentally?

Spiritually.

Consciousness?What is the difference between spirit and spirit?soul?

Consciousness and soul are two concepts, I will tell you slowly, don't stop.The man shook his left hand.Let's go to part A in part AB first, I ask questions, you answer, okay.

OK.

Humans have five senses—touch, sight, hearing, taste, smell, right?

That's right.

Who do you think these five senses serve?

brain.

Brain tissue is hardware, what about software?

Software, of course, is consciousness.

Yes, who does consciousness serve?His boss?

Cogito, therefore I am, literally means to serve oneself, so where does this self come from?Let me think about it... Xiaolu knelt on the river beach, resting his hands on the man's hips, his head lost in thought.According to the theory of evolution, there was no intelligent life on the earth at the earliest, and there was no such thing as consciousness. Consciousness gradually appeared after the emergence of life...

Insert a sentence: spiritual consciousness is limited to animals and people, plants do not have spiritual consciousness.

why?Plants also have life.

Here lies the problem, having life does not mean having spiritual consciousness, but having spiritual consciousness must have life.This is not difficult to understand.

Only life with brain activity can have it?

It can be understood in this way.A computer has an operating system, but a calculator does not need an operating system.

The operating system uses the brain as a container, and brain activity is the manifestation of the operating system, including the activities of consciousness, so I think, therefore I am, with the concept of self, then...

Just to remind you - if this 'I' is a concept derived from 'consciousness' - let's invert - what about the other side of consciousness?

Ah, that thing is hard to understand, my brain hurts... Xiaolu's hand slipped off.

The 'that thing' you just mentioned is already very close to the 'spiritual consciousness' we are looking for.The man turned to look at him, lowered his left hand and raised his right hand: Put it aside for now, we are now entering Part B.

Ok.

We all know that one of the rules of nature, or let’s say the universe, is the unity of opposites and complement each other.Where there is day, there is night; where there is up, there is down; where there is left, there is right; where there is inside, there is outside; where there is hard, there is soft; where there is heat, there is cold; where there is good, there is evil; where there is yin, there is yang; There are women, and there are opposite sexes and same sexes.Of course, these words are labels, which are applicable in fixed occasions and fixed stages. Although they cannot reflect the essence of things, it is very convenient to temporarily serve as the standard for us to understand the world.Just like the medicine boxes in a Chinese medicine shop, each box has a label.

Righteous.

Then, the second rule of nature, or let’s say the universe—is flow, which is called “there is no absolute stillness, only relative stillness” in our physics textbooks. Everything in the world is changing, as it is called in Buddhism is 'impermanence'.Labels don't matter, they all say the same thing.

uh-huh.

What I want to ask is: What is the 'something' that fits both rule one and rule two?does it exist?Or, is there a possibility?

Of course there is - it can exist constantly and at the same time conform to the natural rule of "the unity of opposites and complement each other", that is the relationship between you and me.

ah?How did it get us both?

In the relationship between you and me, you are the receiving party, I am the attacking party, and the unity of opposites complement each other. This is the first rule; at the same time, you said that I was too anxious, which means that you will not realize my dream now, but you will definitely realize it in the future. It will come true - rule two, everything is changing, this is impermanence.

The man looked at the triumphant little face and was dumbfounded.

Uncle, you really know how to go around the bush, you just promised me, 'Oh, we will definitely do it in the future', so you have to come up with a concept of spiritual consciousness to beat around the bush.There are so many eyes on old men.Xiaolu shook his head and sighed, screwed on the cap of the sunscreen, and went to watch the potatoes in the charcoal fire.

I... who said I was the recipient?

Xiaolu looked up, and the uncle was still standing there in a daze, looking at him with his head tilted, his whole body gleaming with oil.

All right, all right, don't be shy, you've just been tricked, from now on I'll be kinder and just pretend I didn't notice your little trick.He took his hand and found that the hand had lost the warmth of a human being.

Hey, isn't it, are you scared?He quickly pinched the man's nose and face, and pressed him to sit on the river beach.

Why don't you become a lawyer? I feel really wronged for you, really.The man looked up into his eyes, as if a group of fish floating in the air had just swam past his eyes.

Are the potatoes ripe?

Ah, I'm familiar with it, I forgot about it.The uncle sighed, took the dry branch, carefully pushed aside the charcoal fire, and the aroma was tangy.

Well, this taste is right.Xiaolu sniffed fiercely and took a pair of chopsticks.Hey, I said, the consciousness you mentioned to me just now is a word in Buddhism, right?

Yes.

Why do you always talk about Buddhism to me in a modern scientific tone?Xiaolu peeled potatoes.

You know the advertisement for the Peking opera "The Butterfly Lovers" that the Chinese made for the Westerners, right?

Please enlighten me.

The Chinese did not summarize the plot of the story, but just said: This is the Chinese version of "Romeo and Juliet", and there is no need to repeat it.This is called 'skillful means', using the other side's easy-to-understand knowledge system to spread one's own things.

It’s like translation, right? To introduce Chinese culture to Americans, it’s best to speak in English, otherwise you will be confused.

That's right.

Xiaolu handed the peeled potatoes on the chopsticks: Uncle, look, it is smooth and round, does it look like you?

Huh, like.

Just looking at it makes me want to eat it.

I can't eat hot potatoes in a hurry.

Xiaolu looked at his face leisurely, picked up the chopstick with potatoes on it, and swung it like a pendulum.

I wait, I wait slowly, I wait patiently.