Mr. Chinese

The car went east from the Fourth Ring Road, turned north at the forest park, and after nearly 40 minutes, He Xilang arrived at Su Yuan's community.

This is a magical place. The media made a series of reports on this place two years ago. They called this community "the largest community in Asia". It covers an area of ​​8 square kilometers and has a population of 80. Most of them are Tenants, many houses are rented by small intermediaries and partitioned. An ordinary three-bedroom apartment can be partitioned into more than a dozen households for separate rental.

Now Su Yuan lives in six rooms, a small two-bedroom house divided into six households, mixed with men and women.Su Yuan’s room can barely fit a bed and a two-door wardrobe, and it has no windows, but the rent is very cheap, only 6 yuan in first-tier cities.

Every time He Xilang comes here, he finds it miraculous, but the one who makes him feel miraculous the most is Su Yuan.In his impression, writers are more or less socially phobic, but Su Yuan seems to have fully adapted to this place.Most people find it hard to go from extravagance to frugality, but Su Yuan is different from others.

After resigning, Su Yuan switched from a one-bedroom apartment to shared renting. Every time he moved, the living conditions would drop a notch. He was farther and farther away from the city center, and lived in more and more partitions.At the beginning of this year, he moved to this super large community outside the Fifth Ring Road. His previous savings were finally exhausted, but he still had no plans to find a job, and began to earn a living by writing small pornographic articles on the Internet.

He Xilang sometimes couldn't help wondering whether Su Yuan had a tendency to suffer. He obviously had more and better choices, but he basically chose the worse one every time.

The environment of the community is actually not bad, but the management is too chaotic, the corridors are full of sundries, and the sanitation conditions are quite poor.He Xilang frowned as soon as he entered the room. There was a mixed smell of sewers, smelly socks, and kitchen fumes, like a biological weapon.

Su Yuan put on a hooded sweatshirt, with the hat on his head, his presence was almost 0... barely 0.5.

"Where to eat?" He Xilang asked.

"You can choose, I can do it." Su Yuan was still generous.

Anyway, he didn't plan to ask Su Yuan to pay, and He Xilang was not polite, and entered a private Sichuan restaurant in the navigation, with a spicy level of five stars.He is a senior member of this store, and he has been so senior that the owner, chef, waiter, and cashier all know him. Because he comes too frequently, all the doctors and nurses in the anorectal department of the hospital also know him, but He Xilang has nothing to say. fear.

"What happened to you last time?" He Xilang still hasn't forgotten this.

"Ah...it's nothing." Su Yuan laughed, he didn't want He Xilang to know what happened before.

"It's really nothing?" He Xilang obviously didn't believe it.

Su Yuan felt guilty, but thinking of how embarrassing he was before, he gritted his teeth and shook his head.

The cause of this incident was that the editor of his pornographic novels introduced him to a modern poetry editor, saying that the other party had taken a fancy to his poems and wanted to discuss publishing matters with him.That's why people are poor, they will desperately seize all things that can be called "opportunities".

Su Yuanpan had been looking forward to this day for too long, but he didn't expect that behind the so-called opportunity, there was a trap waiting for him.He didn't think about why the other party asked him to meet him at the bar in the middle of the night, and he didn't realize the intention behind the other party drinking him glass after glass. When he realized something was wrong, he had already been given medicine, and his whole body was fast Delirious.

Su Yuan struggled to call He Xilang, but unfortunately the other party didn't answer. Before the last consciousness disappeared, he sent a distress message. Before the phone could be received, the man had already moved in front of him, and his hands started to move irregularly. touch him.

Su Yuan felt sick for a while, and opened his mouth to spit on the man.The other party cursed for a while, endured the nausea and ran to the bathroom to clean up the vomit on his body.Unexpectedly, when he came out, there was no one in the booth, and the drunk Su Yuan ran directly to the road.

Su Yuan couldn't walk anymore after running for 2 minutes. He had never drank so much alcohol before, he was dizzy to death, and his stomach was overwhelmed. After a while, he vomited again on the side of the road.

The car had just stopped, and the headlights were still warm to the touch. The owner didn't go far, and saw a drunk man vomit on his car, and his whole body exploded.

"Fuck, you won't get away if you're fucking drunk!" The man was dressed in black, handsome with an evil face, with a girl next to him, followed by two men.He saw his Ferrari 488 being ruined, without thinking about it, the leather shoes flew directly towards Su Yuan.

"What about you, why pretend to be dead!"

Su Yuan was kicked so that he turned over and lay flat on the car without moving.

Everyone: "..."

"Tsk, dare to spit in Ji Shao's car, this person probably doesn't want to live."

Ji Changhua grabbed Su Yuan by the collar, intending to beat him up, but he met the drunk's bright red lips and blurred eyes.As if he had been intoxicated, this scene made him stupefied for a moment, and the next moment, Ji Changhua quickly stuffed him into the car, and then walked away.There is no reason not to eat the idiot who delivered it to your door.

The people who were left behind looked at each other, feeling a sense of uneasiness in their hearts: Young Master Ji hold back, killing people is breaking the law!

Su Yuan felt that he had done a very stupid thing. He didn't dare to tell He Xilang about it, and he didn't dare to let He Xilang know that after that night, he slept with that person named Ji Changhua again and again. Several times, he never paid the rent, it was completely white prostitution.

If you plant flowers deliberately, the flowers will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will make shade.When he came back that night, Su Yuan received an email and found that one of his poems had been selected by "Poetry Magazine", so he had this appointment.

In order to divert attention, Su Yuan suddenly pointed to the tall buildings next to him and said, "Do you think this place has the feeling of Kowloon Walled City?"

He Xilang glanced at it, the buildings in front of him were tall, dense and disorganized, but China's urban construction was far from that bad, so he didn't answer the question: "It's not like that."

Su Yuan obviously didn't listen, and continued to play: "It's not these buildings, but the living conditions of us and the residents of the Kowloon Walled City."

He Xilang was speechless for a while: "If you think about it this way again, be careful not to be invited to drink tea one day."

"Drink tea as long as you drink tea," Su Yuan didn't care. "Maybe to you, this city is beautiful and prosperous, full of hopes and dreams, but in my eyes, this prosperity has nothing to do with me. Buried under the big city There are millions of low-level workers, but you all look down on them. I am thinking about whether to write a work like "Flowers of Evil" to reflect this era..."

He Xilang sighed: "I said earlier that I would find you a place to live, but you just refused to agree. You have to come to this place to suffer by yourself. You are not stupid, and suffering will not make you successful."

"But at least it's my attitude, which proves that I can give up so many things in order to write poetry." Su Yuan insisted, and this stupid persistence seemed a little naive.

He Xilang was speechless, whenever Su Yuan was like this, he didn't know what to say.Su Yuan is stupid and naive, his brain circuit is so strange that others will say he is a lunatic when they evaluate him.But these days, there are not many people who are so crazy and idealistic, and it seems that they are almost extinct...

He Xilang pursed his lips: "...Su Poet, you can do it if you like."

Su Yuan was overjoyed, and said again: "Don't keep thinking about helping me, if I keep asking you to help me, wouldn't it be you taking care of me?"

"As long as you support me, I will support you. I still can't afford you?" He Xilang smiled, "Also, in ancient and modern times, there are acts of subsidizing friends. Don't call our pure friendship a dirty PY transaction."

"What is a dirty PY transaction?"

"You check online yourself."

Su Yuan took out his mobile phone, looked at it for a long time and suddenly said: "In fact, someone really wants to make a dirty PY transaction with me..."

He Xilang shook his hands in shock: "Who is it?"

"Actually, it doesn't count, it's just that I have slept a few times."

"friends with benefits?"

"Almost..." Su Yuan muttered.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are indeed a writer of color novels, you old man really knows how to play."

"I'm not obsessed with flesh/lust, I'm an academic researcher!" Su Yuan explained solemnly, "Only during the climax of sex/love can I touch Dionysus."

"Nietzsche's coffin can't be overwhelmed," He Xilang rolled his eyes, "I guess there is no one else but you who can talk about Yue/Pao so clearly."

"Did you know? When the two bodies are intertwined, you will experience the pleasure of sublimation of the soul, experience the joy and pain in the intoxication of sex/love, and then..."

"Stop, stop, I don't want to listen to your dictation of pornographic literature at all!"

"Really, Xilang, believe me, when you are in sex/love, you will experience the dream and drunkenness of Dionysus, and then truly enter the world of Dionysus." Su Yuan said seriously, "I don't think you should Living like a fakir all the time, you know, there is such a thing as chastity, which for most people is not a virtue but a sin."

"It's as if I will keep chastity," He Xilang didn't care, "You don't know, my ideal type is Wu Yanzu in 98, but how many people in this world can look like Wu Yanzu? Not to mention Wu Yanzu in 98." He Xilang concluded, "It's not that I don't want to sleep, I just can't find anyone to sleep with."

"The love of a beautiful boy?" Su Yuan was a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to like minors."

"Fuck off, Wu Yanzu was already 24 years old at that time, okay?"

Su Yuan said to himself: "I understand, anyway, you love old cows and young grass."

He Xilang: "Wu Yanzu, may I ask which gay doesn't want to sleep with Wu Yanzu?"

Su Yuan: "But those people are not like you, who want to sleep with the underage Daniel Wu."

He Xilang: "I said it all, Wu Yanzu was already 24 at that time!"

Su Yuan: "What's wrong with not having all the hair? If I want to sleep, I will sleep with the current Wu Yanzu."

He Xilang: "..."

It's just a chicken-and-duck talk.

The two quarreled all the way, the tone was extremely serious, as if they could really sleep with Wu Yanzu.Fortunately, they arrived at their destination soon, ending this meaningless bickering.

The author has something to say: The "Dionysus" here refers to the "spirit of Dionysus", which comes from Nietzsche's "The Birth of Tragedy".

"For some people, chastity is a virtue, but for most people, chastity is almost a sin." Nietzsche's "Thus Spoke Zarathustra", which means that if you barely keep chastity, will fall into hypocrisy and ruthless sin.Repressed sexuality/desire will turn into hatred and jealousy towards him.