Fate is the enemy GL

Senra

Text/Andu Feishen

r01

On the first day of the lecture, no one knew anyone, and a group of people sat in a circle on the small wing and surrounded the teacher who was talking softly about literature, pretending to be calm.We just listened carefully, and to be honest, everyone knows how much we have heard. Guan Shejun over there bent his right leg and squatted down to give us a mysterious angle. Later, when he saw it in a magazine, I almost fell asleep. Really thought I was listening.

A group of self-proclaimed literature lovers got together to hold a literary salon.Seeing that the readers just love you to death, they almost stuttered while reading a speech, and the readers stared at my pockmarked face for a few seconds, and they would ask, "Where is Mr. Andu, are you seated wrong?" place now!"

My heart was filled with tears like the water of the Yellow River, but I still pointed to the women's restroom sincerely and said, "An Dufei has gone to the restroom. I am an innocent factory worker who came here to occupy the seat." She must be surprised Why does a reader meeting still occupy a seat? The author is so insecure, so he nodded suspiciously, sat in his seat and waited for An Dufei to come over to express his views and ask some questions.

The unconscionable whispering master next to him laughed so hard that his shoulders twitched, but he really held back his face and answered questions for readers with a serious and convulsive face. I raised my hand and looked at my watch until 08:30 and 09:30 officially At the beginning, I stood up and walked away. I said I was going to the toilet, and I was looking for Teacher Andu to see if he didn't find the paper or was eaten by the toilet.

After entering the toilet, I took out a pair of sunglasses from my coat to put on the frame, and let the ponytail loose and let it fall down. At first glance, I looked like a dog, and I looked at it seriously for a while, and I realized that I was completely serious. Unable to figure out who he was and which temple monk he was, he patted some cold water on his face, went out and sat back in his original position, whispering that his face was twisted like a dripping towel.

The scene is messy and I don’t know what happened. The more readers gather, the more authors sit and eat fruits and vegetables. No one knows anyone, so they have to pretend as if you, us, and they are all super awesome. Think carefully about whispering Or my master, I have to respect the little girl a little, don't I?So I didn't talk to her to show the famous Chicken Soup for the Soul author Andu Feichen's eloquent tongue even though I was still stuttering.I looked around the venue and thought about it for a long time. There are many people who know the pseudonym, but not many people dare to damage it. I am not the host of the talk show to catch anyone.

I just closed my mouth and went to sign, one book after another, I don’t know if it’s my book, anyway, the mounting is disgusting, like toilet paper for wiping my butt, and in the end, my arm is numb when I sign, and writing is like a ghost.

It was finally over, and the readers walked through with different expressions, and I was anxious watching the mess.

Whispering just poked me with his elbow and said, "There is still one afternoon before Teacher Wang's lecture. There is no activity. Let's go eat hot pot. I'm hungry."

My master was so soft, cute and familiar. I was shocked immediately, and I was so happy that I had to squeeze out a embarrassed expression: "Huh?"

"Ah what, hurry up, after a while, you won't even be able to catch a lettuce leaf when they catch up." She sneaked out of the cramped room, raising her arms and shouting like a bird returning to the blue sky. A chicken feather flew up, and I followed her all the way down the stairs. The reason why I didn't take the elevator was that several authors over there were crowded together and planned to have a tea party. It's elegant, and the words of the country's heavy metal gray mainstream are printed all over the body. The tea party is not suitable for me. If I go, it will probably become a Shamat karaoke contest. How strange it is!

r02

On the day of the tea party, no one knew anyone, and they all went to the tea party, facing the sea and spring flowers blooming.Whispering and I were excited to become immortals in a small pot, but I guess Whispering was trying to make the spicy ones cry. Anyway, I was about to cry. I picked up the lettuce leaves and looked at her. Say firmly: "I'm sure I can get the lettuce leaves."

"Pull it down, you are a leaf eater, why do you look like you grew up eating fat pigs without panting for a day." She unceremoniously hurt me, let my brain empty for three seconds before thinking It seems that the two of us are so familiar after meeting, as familiar as close friends who haven’t met in 80. The reason is that during the opening lecture on the first day of Teacher Wang, we whispered to each other and asked each other why you were crying. The two of them cried together in a cowardly manner and said that I had a stomachache during my menstrual period.

A group of people became friends on the Internet because of texts. After meeting, they became embarrassing and became little daughters-in-law. Obviously, the night before on a certain social platform, they were discussing with each other fiercely which pose is more irritating. The nosebleeds couldn't be stopped, and then he died so miserable.

Look, this is the true face of this group of people. At first glance, they write all kinds of words that hurt the spring and autumn, and they seem to be sad youths. In fact, their high-cold faces conceal their sullen nature.It's just a masquerade ball where you can't touch each other. It depends on how the dance is, whether it can influence a group of people to run at your pace. Some people are destined to lead a trend, and some are destined to follow others. Whether they are all-powerful or gentle, they are all just role-playing. In the game, offline, everyone is just an ordinary person who just seeks the pleasure of being called a great god by others, but some people really don't like it.But that's for later.

I gnawed on a vegetable leaf and pretended to be reserved, and whispered to me with a piece of mutton with chopsticks: "It's so bad, my child, you are still growing up. I feel very sorry for the teacher who abused yourself like this." After speaking, I felt like crying It really seems to be such a thing, I have mixed feelings in my heart, and I don’t know how to answer for a while. The mutton with chopsticks looks definitely delicious, but I’m stuck in my heart. A girl who is younger than me uses this tone to persuade me. I really don’t know what to do. That's right, I finished eating with a dull head, put down my chopsticks and asked for a plate of buttered steamed buns, Gu Tou ate it ignorantly, whispering, her eyes were straightened, she said: "You must order coffins in the future, ordinary models can't fit you."

I suddenly remembered that when my male god and I were standing under the teaching building and looking upstairs, I said, "It's like a big urn, filled with dead or weathered corpses." So my male god looked at me He gave me a complicated look, stepped back and said, "Then you will die here too, and so will I."

I don’t know why, we ordered a lot of beer and drank in a fog, I said: “Master, let’s see what time it is, isn’t there a short writing report tonight, don’t be late and make people laugh. "

She was so drunk that she was about to poke the beer bottle up her nostrils, looked at her watch blankly and said, "Oh, it's twelve fifteen, don't worry, let's continue drinking." The more I thought about it, the more mysterious it became. It's already 12:30! How can time go back so silently?I also looked at the watch and found that it was three o'clock, and the hour and minute hands were upside down.

If we continue to drink like this until the sky is bright, we two will simply jump into the East China Sea to feed the Dragon King!It’s not easy to get together once. I settled the bill and carried my thin, cute and soft master and ran out. I couldn’t find a taxi for half a day. I was more frustrated than in Guangzhou. I finally came across a car with a starting price of [-]. I fell into it with a snap He opened the car door and said why don't you grab it?

That snap started countless sparrows, and they settled on the swing set, looking like jellybeans covered in sesame seeds, and they looked at us.Countless tall buildings stand tall so there is no place for these little guys. I look at those tall buildings like staring at an ant nest, and I am a fly mixed in with ants, which is even more hateful.

The authors, especially me, wrote about the sunshine without any description of the scenery, saying how warm and shady it is, how cold and glare everywhere, all kinds of words are used to damage the innocent light source of the world, I subconsciously raised my eyes to look at the sun, it is hidden in the clouds The sun is low-key behind the back, the wind is blowing, the clouds are coming, it's going to rain, it's going to rain, I know it all.

Turning my face to see the child on my back, it’s a good move, the wine is good, I don’t cry, I don’t make noise, I don’t hang myself, but it’s not good at all, no matter how thin she is, she’s human, no matter how strong I am, I’m still a woman, My arms were a little sore, I gritted my teeth thinking that she is just a little girl, I can carry her back to the hotel with my eyes closed.

r03

After nine o’clock, I didn’t have her room key, so I just left her on my bed and let her sleep on her back. After going out and looking around, I found that there was no tea party at all, and a group of literary and artistic young people gathered in Ah Shi’s room Fighting the Landlords here may be really a bit of a maverick, and the background music of QQ Happy Landlords is playing on the side to exaggerate the atmosphere.

"It's called the landlord." The one who spoke up was Ye Shi, who impressed me deeply. She was a shy but actually quite noisy little girl. I sat next to her and looked at her cards and realized that it was unreasonable not to win. In the end, when he was about to win, he wanted to go to the toilet to take a shit, so he threw the cards to me by the way: "If you win, I will give you a kiss! You must win!" I left with constipation, leaving me alone for a while.

I don't know what kind of mentality it is, the little apprentice Yi Luo on the opposite side threw a pair of three belts and one, I looked carefully and I was able to throw the card directly on her, but the result may be that I was too afraid of being kissed by the red lips After taking a sip, I yelled "No way."

"Bomb!" So Yi Luo won me, and I slowly put down the twin kings in my hand and sat cross-legged on the small bed with a complicated expression. Yi Luo tidied up the cards, looked at me for a while and said, "Master, were you thinking about life just now?"

"No, I don't know how to play." That's really unreasonable.

No matter how good a card can be messed up by me, no matter how good a life can be left behind by me, I’m just an idiot who can’t play at all. Fate will not, it will just hold you like that and it will never be your turn to play with it. "Hey master, why do you smell of alcohol?"

She stretched out her hand and shook it in front of me. The girls next to me looked at me and smiled. Lou, Independence Hanqiu, look at the head of Juzizhou."

Yi Luo laughed until she burst into tears, but to be honest, I don't know what she was laughing at. She said in a low voice, "I'm going to the bathroom," and escaped. I don't know why, but going to the bathroom is a wonderful way Excuse, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign have said this sentence thoroughly but never get tired of it, I met with Ah Shi, she asked me how the game was, and I told the teacher that I was disturbing others, Ah Shi carelessly waved her hand Said: "It's okay, you can tell at a glance that you are quite obedient and can't play."

I fuck, I don't know how to play, but I'm bored and don't want to play, the two of them have their own ghosts, but they squeeze their acne in harmony in front of the mirror, grinning like they just drank a few catties of burning knives.

Ah, there was an electric wire in her head, and the circuit was connected with a bang. She turned her head and thought that this posture is really bad for the image of us slow-selling authors. She rubbed her hands and asked me: "You used to be Didn’t you come here to start a magazine? Why don’t you do it? I’m still waiting to hang out with you and wait for you to pay me for publishing.”

"The National Standard Issue has not come out yet." I also let go, and stopped my disgusting and wretched behavior. Those difficulties are not much content when compressed. At best, it means that the funds cannot be operated. Those bastards in the printing company are not a thing. Advertisers are not optimistic about the prospects of the magazine. The job-hopping and so on.

Ah Shi patted me on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Du Ma Ma Ma Come on, I am optimistic about you."

I wonder if she understands what I'm talking about, and I didn't mention a-shares and b-shares Shanghai Composite Index!But her eyes were foggy and she couldn't see the inside. She was drowsy like a layer of frosted glass and a layer of Korean paper, which made the mountains hazy and the birds hazy.

r04

The night sky is a huge monster, and the moon is its searchlight. As a result, when we were about to leave that day, the guy didn’t come out. Instead, there was a torrential rain that washed everything away. The cold front was close to the warm wind, and the frontal rain watered the ground in front of the air mass. I was heartbroken, and they all held up umbrellas and set foot on the way home. I was the only one standing outside the train station and suddenly remembered that words such as educated youth going to and from the countryside were welcomed by the people of the whole country, and I felt even more desolate all of a sudden. When I woke up, it seemed like someone was blowing the xun at the top of the city, and the tone was lingering in all directions. My mood was that there was no rain in the long-dry field.

The hair was tightly attached to the forehead, and the rain that slipped out of the hair kept flowing into the eyes, and then slipped out like tears. I kept rubbing my eyes against the glass door, and then my eyes swelled like Otto Like a man, he sniffed and took out a long balloon from his pocket to blow it up. He twisted it like a puppy according to the tutorial on TV and looked at it carefully. A child walked by me and I gave it to him. He, after a while I heard his mother say: "You don't think it's dirty if you throw it away."

When I looked back, I saw the puppy lying alone in the rain, and it was dirty soon. A car passed by, and she died with a snap. I looked at the fragments of its body in silence. The green and green colors are colorful, and they flowed into the sewer along the flowing water and never saw the light of day.

A girl walked by, holding my book in her arms. When she passed by me, she took a look at it but failed to recognize it. The An Dufeichen who was wearing sunglasses to cover her half-drawn scarred face brushed shoulders with me. After walking into the train station, I realized that I should also go home. The wandering should end, but the heart will not stop.

I remember my speech at the end of the Art Salon as follows: Thanks to this salon for giving me new inspiration.

No more, what I said that day was all nonsense. I left after I finished speaking. Later, the magazine did not publish a group photo because I was not there. Instead, there were a few fragmentary clips with my smile on it, stiff like a piece of wood.

Sitting on the train, I don’t know why I can always smell the smell of urine. When I turned around, someone pushed a small cart and peddled “Mineral Water Instant Noodles, Power Bank, Fragrant Melon Seeds”

I bent down to hold back the spasm in my stomach, pressed my palms inwards on the area under my ribs, and slowly closed my eyes. The boy next to me was listening to the song, and his eyebrows and eyes looked very much like my male god. Palely asked him, "What do you think this carriage looks like?"

He turned his head awkwardly and said, "I don't know."

I smiled apologetically at him, and looked up at someone's backpack strap hanging above my head, with a pungent smell of oil, it seemed to be rotting, in my opinion, all of these will rot, and the things I saw in the urn will be buried If buried, it is not only the ant nest but also the myriad phenomena, but the myriad phenomena are still lingering like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water. The word "Sen Luo" was caught in my hand, and I dug a dark bottomless abyss and threw it into it, forever. In a falling posture.The disassembled radicals were scattered and piled up, and I was dismantled and thrown into it in the same way.

Then there would be no loneliness, because they all died in the urn like me.

The flowers that belong to me let them fall with my own hands.