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He ignored some things, such as when and where the hermit association was founded, who the founders were, what the purpose was, and some of them were very specific, such as this meeting, he wanted to solve a major problem, that is, the certification of hermit qualifications. In the future, all hermits will have legal hermit status only if they are approved by the association.
Hermit Society
□ Ma Xiaoquan
I received an invitation with a notice of the meeting, the payment was from the Hermit Society, and a bright red circular seal. I don't know when such an association was formed, but I don't find it surprising. There are all kinds of associations in this world: Wang Bo, who sells stinky tofu on the street, showed me a red-skinned membership card the day before yesterday, and his beard was full of pride, and it turned out that he had gloriously joined the Stinky Tofu Culture Research Association; the Ximen boss of the foot bath city downstairs had a number of membership cards in his bag, and I had the privilege of visiting the Health Culture Research Association, the Massage Foot Bath Industry Association, the Mermaid Fishing Association, and the Chinese Studies Promotion Association; a literature lover who had failed to submit articles to literary journals suddenly joined the World Chinese Writers Association. Then he went around claiming that he had become a world-famous writer and asked the newspaper to arrange a large page to publicize the report... What is impossible about the emergence of a hermit association? Although the words "hermit" and "association" are arranged together in a partial positive structure, it is a bit awkward. Of course, there are also people with a broader heart and insight than me, who have long been strange or even completely numb, and even this sense of awkwardness will not arise.
I am a writer, and although it is true that I often stay alone in the study, it is not seclusion, but for work. Every day after finishing that damn quantitative work (writing is a pleasure, but once it becomes a job, it slowly becomes a drudgery), I used to go to the streets, pick up lively places, see beautiful women, and chat with people. I also go out of town a few times a year— to pen conferences, to forums, to book promotions, or to talk about literature with a fake interest. If I find that a peer has written a better work, I will be nervous, and then secretly vow to spur myself, at least for several days, I will maintain the "head overhang, spine spur" state of struggle. The above situation is enough to show that I am by no means a hermit. The only thing that can be nominally touched is my QQ number called The City Hermit, but this is just to express the admiration for the ancient cave people, and deeply speaking, it is a yearning for a life that I can never reach. How can a true hermit get on QQ? But the Hermit Society did invite me to participate in this council as a special representative and delivered the letter to me unmistakably. Of course, I could ignore it, but after thinking about it for a while, curiosity finally prevailed. Besides, this meeting is held in the city, so let's stop by.
I am no stranger to the meeting place. Before becoming a professional writer, I worked as a journalist for a long time, running social news lines, and that area was where I often went. Near the East Bus Station, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, and the flow of people is extremely large. That hotel, no, to be precise, is a building in N small hotels, each floor has one or two different operators, the environment inside is complex, the facilities are different, there are twenty dollars a night of small single rooms (with bathroom, also equipped with old air conditioning), there are five dollars a night chase shop, there are also so-called luxury standard rooms, the price of one or two hundred, in fact, spend seventy or eighty dollars to live in. Rooms other than bunk beds can be used as hourly rooms, and some are equipped with mahjong tables. While the security situation is questionable, the benefits are clear: the options are diverse and the prices are affordable. Among the organizers of this meeting must be people who are familiar with the situation in the city. I was invited and should have something to do with this person. I'm not surprised by that. I'm also a local celebrity, and there are a lot of people who know me, so there's no need to bother guessing. What led me to wonder was that there was no special conference room in this building, so would the meeting be held in some oversized shop?
Check-in is after 3 p.m. on the 7th of this month and before 9 a.m. on the 8th of this month. I wanted to be there on time on the morning of the eighth, but instead I thought about it, I had to do things thoroughly, and since I wanted to understand this group and accumulate some material for future writing, it was better to enter the role as soon as possible and familiarize myself with the situation. At five o'clock in the afternoon on the seventh day, I did not drive, but called to go. Tang was dressed up, wearing a small leaf rosewood bracelet on his left wrist, and if it were not for the briefcase containing a notebook and a water cup, I would have looked a bit of a hermit. The meeting place is on a back street, in front of which stands the famous Golden Dragon Hotel. Although taxis were available, I got off at the intersection and walked to the front of the building. I walked very slowly, even three times, because I actually wanted to observe the other participants. However, I only met a woman who looked at me. She had just come out of the back door of the Golden Dragon Hotel, and the makeup on her face was a lead color in the sun. I knew what she was doing, looked away, and quickened her pace.
As already stated in the notice, the registration office is located in room 301 of the Mary Hotel on the third floor. The corridor was as dark as ever, and the front desk of the Mary Hotel was still sitting with the divorced woman who had brought her son to live, but she was much older. She probably didn't remember me anymore, raised an eyebrow, and then continued her melon seed business, which was bound to last a lifetime. There may have been a lot of people who had come to report, and she didn't bother to ask. To the right of the front desk is a short aisle, and at the end of the aisle, a fold to the left, you will reach Room 301. The door was open and there was someone inside talking loudly about something (if not arguing). I stood by the door for half a minute, waiting for the sound inside to calm down a little, before turning in, in case someone came out of it. Just as she was about to take a step back, she swept sideways, like a puff of green smoke, or, like a ghost. All I saw was a skinny little back with a shaved head, a gray cloth bag cross-body, and white leggings. This back shadow immediately raised the image of the Hermit Society to the height it deserved. My gaze followed the fork in the aisle where she had disappeared at the other end of the corridor and was retracted.
The voice in room 301 rose again. One clearly contains fire gas and the other is relatively peaceful. I lit a cigarette, and I listened carefully while spitting out a smoke ring at the door. It turned out that the high person just came to the congress, angry accusation that the other party should not casually give her the room card, the ghost knows what her history is, is not to rub the meeting, the other said that our will not cover travel expenses, poor food, and did not arrange sightseeing, can not come to the congress, indicating that people attach great importance to, people who come are not easy, how can they refuse to leave it? Brother, we are hermits, we must relax our hearts. The one who was implyed to have a not too wide heart raised his voice again, what happened to the hermit, the hermit must also be seriously responsible! Have you forgotten how the president usually teaches us? The other said, "Be well, I know you're seriously responsible." However, the president has also taught that sometimes it is necessary to be flexible and learn to be harmonious. I think this time it will be counted, not the next example.
The argument seemed to be over, and I stepped on the cigarette butt, coughed softly, and resolutely walked in. This room is a double standard specification, which is first class in this building, and there are two chairs against the wall opposite with a small round table. A small pointed face with gold-rimmed glasses sat in a chair, dressed in a blue Hanfu, and looked like it was thirty-four or five at most. Standing in front of the other chair was a round head, tall, with a yellow monk's robe (suspected), his hands crossed at his waist, and a pair of goldfish eyes still angry. The little sharp face glanced at me, then stood up, held his fist and said, Dare to ask who is the Daoist friend? I almost followed suit, but the briefcase stopped me, so I smiled and took the invitation out of my pocket. He took a look at it and sighed, it turned out to be Teacher Ma, who had been looking up for a long time. I said modestly, turned sideways, and let him go around to the long table at the head of the bed. On the table were forms and stacks of room cards tied with rubber bands. He checked out the room card according to the form, asked me to sign, but did not hand it to me, but lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and the president specifically instructed that you are coming, and we will report to him immediately. Your room is next door to him, and I'll accompany you, ignoring the round head, making a gesture of please, and leading me out the door.
The 608 is the kind of single label with a mahjong table. The mahjong table is now a makeshift tea table with a large octagonal pot, a glass water divider, and several red-glazed white-tire teacups around it. His face was half-cut by a teapot, and the first thing I saw was a pair of sharp eyes and two lush eyebrows. Seeing us come in, he did not get up, but continued to lie down at the table and sip tea slowly. The little pointed face walked over to him, bent down, and reported two sentences almost in a whispered voice. The president then stood up and shook my hand. He was much younger than I had imagined, looking no more than his early fifties, and his hands conveyed a force. After sitting down, before I could take the thermos cup out of my bag, he had already poured a cup of tea and moved it to me. Seeing my slight hesitation, he said that the cup had been scalded with boiling water. I had to use this cup to make a product. The cup was indeed washed clean, and the black tea burst out with a strong high fragrance.
The little sharp face silently withdrew and closed the door. The president didn't even glance at him, but just chatted with me. He spoke with a lot of anger, which is not bad, and what makes a native of Hunan like me feel overwhelmed is that the front nasal and post nasal sounds are too clearly distinguished. He clearly mastered the art of conversation, first with a few words of greeting, expressing both personal concern and admiration for me, and in fact not really involving my private life, and then turning the conversation around and pulling on the Hermit Society. That's exactly what I'm willing to talk about. He ignored some things, such as when and where the hermit association was founded, who the founders were, what the purpose was, and some of them were very specific, such as this meeting, he wanted to solve a major problem, that is, the certification of hermit qualifications. In the future, all hermits will have legal hermit status only if they are approved by the association.
Is it fair to say that only by joining your congregation can one be considered a legitimate hermit?
He immediately praised me for grasping the essence of the matter, and then pointed out that since ancient times, Buddhist monks need to take refuge and abstain from it, and Taoism also needs to take refuge, pass on the certificate, and take the vows. Of course, now it seems that it is a bit cumbersome. The Hermit Society not only inherits the ancient law, but also keeps pace with the times, replacing it with a membership card, solving all the problems. This is a significant initiative that may go down in history in the future.
I can't help but say that this will probably have to be promoted at the national level.
After a moment of silence, he said that the people of the world should do things under the heavens, and if they don't do it, nothing can be achieved. This statement is very bold, and it is impossible to refute it. Seeing me nod slightly, he said that he had connections in Beijing. Looking at him, the face was calm and confident, able to block all doubts, I had to start drinking tea again.
The chairman is indeed Bo Gu TongJin, talking about the degree of the once difficult to find, the Song Dynasty fried to four hundred, converted into rmb, let alone said also on ten thousand yuan. Then with a smile on our faces, we used to only charge two hundred yuan for a membership card, which was a lifetime membership fee. This will not be the case in the future. After full standardization, at least every three years, all members will be reviewed for qualification, and those who pass will have to pay a review fee, thus providing the association with the most basic sustainable source of funds. Of course, it doesn't mean that whoever pays can pass. Whoever behaves negatively, has a negative social impact, and damages the image of the Hermit Society, will be disqualified and published online. Therefore, this membership card is only afraid that it will be difficult to find in the future.
I can only compliment him on his far-sightedness, and say that if this continues to develop, your association will also have its own website and public account.
The president gently tapped the table, and Teacher Ma and I thought of going together. In fact, I am already working on this matter. This meeting should also be discussed and adopted.
I saw a red glow on his face, and I didn't know if it was a successful cultivation or if it was related to the "three highs."
Then the phone rang. The president first looked at the caller ID with a straight face, then leaned back, and made two sounds, that style, that tone, as if to give some important instructions.
Of course, Teacher Ma ate with me. Let's bring it together.
After another hmm, he hung up the phone, his facial muscles relaxed, smiled and squinted, and said, I'm sorry, now the funds are tight for the time being, we have ordered a fast food, you will be aggrieved.
I think it is quite appropriate for the Hermit Association to meet and eat some fast food, if you go to the Golden Dragon Hotel to put up more than a dozen tables, it is called incongruity.
The woman who delivered the meal was a woman in a white tai chi suit, in her early thirties, quite a bit of a pearl and jade. The president did not introduce me, but looked down, waiting for her to take boxes of meals out of large plastic bags and put them on the table. Most of the dishes are vegetarian dishes, but there are also raw stir-fried beef and green pepper stir-fried meat. The woman put the raw stir-fried beef on the chairman's side, and the green pepper fried meat on my side. The president's finger flicked outward, and the woman moved the beef to the middle. In addition to the rice, there is a bowl of noodles, which is placed in front of the president. This time, he did not flick his fingers, but picked up the sanitary chopsticks, peeled off the chopstick sleeves, made a gesture to me, and attacked the bowl of noodles first. I glanced at the woman, and her gaze was falling on the president's head, as if there was a fly parked on it. In fact, there are no insects on the top of the head of the president, just a little gray.
After eating the noodles, the chairman's rhythm slowed down, and he chatted while eating vegetables, which seemed to be endless, but in fact, they all revolved around his personal experience. He was born in Shaanxi and herded sheep as a child. He excelled in his studies and was admitted to a water conservancy school after junior high school. After graduation, I spent five years in a remote hydropower station, looking up at the stars every day, looking down at the flowing water, and realizing something in my heart. Later, the hydropower station was contracted by a private person, and he had no intention of continuing to work and began to travel in the clouds. From Xinjiang in the west to Inner Mongolia in the north, he later met a high-ranking person in the Zhongyue Song Mountains, and after he enlightened him, he lived in seclusion in a cave for three years, and finally realized that the birth and entry into the world were originally one, and there was no difference between the downtown and the barren mountains. So he re-entered the red dust, spread the good fortunes of the eight directions, and carried forward the way of the hermit. During this period, he was sponsored by an entrepreneur and went to Beijing to study the EMBA advanced training class, during which he put forward the concept of hermit modernization, which was unanimously praised by professors and classmates.
Can you elaborate on this concept?
The president laughed a little, these true scriptures, I will slowly tell you later. I am a person who has a big book hidden, and as long as I write it, it will be passed on to the world. I have always said but not done, if Teacher Ma is interested in writing, the copyright is yours.
I understood the purpose of his invitation, and after a few moments of deep introspection, I said that it must be very meaningful to write it. But this is a big deal, and I must have a good understanding of you, the Hermit Society, and then feel that I can take it down before I can decide whether to write or not.
Then, of course, there is no hurry, and the long-term view is considered. Mr. Ma is a master of non-fiction writing, and I have full confidence in you.
I inevitably had to be humble for two sentences, and then I buried my head and concentrated on eating, wondering whether to sleep here or go back at night.
After eating, I sat down a little, and when I saw the president's mobile phone ringing continuously, I took the opportunity to say goodbye. The president answered the phone and escorted me to the door and helped me point in the direction of the room. I had to go deeper into the corridor. It is said to be next door, in fact, there is a house separated, which is also with a mahjong table. After going to the toilet, I decided to put my bag in my room and go down for a walk. Where this building has improved from before, it has installed an elevator. The original corridor is still there, turned into a fire escape, and fire extinguishers have been placed on each floor, of course, whether it can be used normally has yet to be verified - preferably there is no need to verify. I walked slowly down the corridor, vaguely hoping to run into someone in my heart. But the man seemed to have disappeared into the depths of the building, with nowhere to catch it. If you want to see it, I'm afraid it won't be until tomorrow's meeting. In fact, with common sense, since she came to the meeting, she must not be the kind of hermit I imagined before, but I can't forget the ethereal feeling when she passed by me. She had at least an extraordinary practice, so why did she join such an organization? I'll have to see what kind of face she has, and maybe talk to her for two words before I can be willing. Thinking of it this way, I was sure I would stay.
When it was almost time to turn the corner, two people on the lower floor were coming up, talking low as they walked, although they were more than a foot apart, but their expressions seemed to be so close that there was no distance. I wanted to go back, but I thought it was unnecessary, so I went straight to the bottom of this corridor, then turned around and smiled at them at a downward look. The tai chi dress woman's face flashed a hint of panic, and she subconsciously lowered her eyes. The little sharp face shook a little, and quickly offered a smile, Teacher Ma, go down for a walk? I nodded. He introduced himself to me again, and this is our Secretary-General. The tai chi dress woman was already able to look me straight at me and smile slightly reservedly, and I had seen Teacher Ma at the president's place. The little sharp face sighed, nodding his head and continuing to try to smile at me. I also kept the stack of facial muscles stacked until the next corner to get back to its original form.
Downstairs, turn to the main road, diagonally opposite the East Tower Park. The park is built on a hill and has to be climbed all the way up the stairs. The garden gate is also not on the side of the road, but on the slope. There is a flat ground in front of the door, which has long been frozen with cement, and two street lights have been erected. A circle of people was surrounded by a street lamp. Insert yourself to see one of the bearded men performing calligraphy in public. The floor was covered with a huge piece of calligraphy felt, and the pen in his hand could be used as a mop. I saw him dance left and right, write a dragon character of a book, and at the end he roared and slammed the pen into the paper. Although the dragon didn't look much like a Chinese dragon, but rather like a dinosaur, there was still a young man next to it shouting. The young man was wearing a half-worn Chinese standing collar, his face was blue, and he seemed to be a little malnourished. He stood next to a standing sign with the honorific appearance and title of the bearded Wei'an printed on it: vice president of the Chinese Hermit Association and president of the calligraphy branch of the Chinese Hermit Association. I did not expect that there are branches under the hermit association, according to this line of thinking, the hermit association can also set up many branches, each branch president is the vice president of the federation, and then the branch also has a vice president secretary general deputy secretary general. Really fully developed, it will be a big Mac organization. I also think of many young people who live very house and are hermits, but they wander around the Internet under various pseudonyms, so the emergence of an online branch in the future is also the meaning of the question. Thinking about this, I can't help but laugh.
The Chinese leader was selling the character diligently (he should be the secretary general or deputy secretary general of the calligraphy branch), and the bearded man was holding a huge pen in his hand, standing in front of the felt, and the pen head had been trampled beyond recognition. I had no intention of looking any further, exited the crowd that had become sparse, and continued to ascend. There are more street lamps and stone chairs and stone tables in the park than in the past, and more citizens come here to play cards and chess. I thought about the long-lost tower above. The ancient pagoda was built in the Southern Song Dynasty, after several damages, now this one was rebuilt in the Qing Dynasty, nearly thirty meters high, it is said that the ground is extremely deep, and it is built in the highest place in the Eastern District, which is called majestic and strong, and the momentum is extraordinary. There is also a temple next to the tower. A long time ago, I wanted to go inside to see, an old woman sitting by the entrance, gloomily spit out four words: a piece of tickets, which made me very upset, and immediately withdrew. Fortunately, there is no need to charge a ticket to visit the East Tower, but once upon a time you could enter, spiraling upwards, overlooking the whole city at the top of the tower, I don't know when, the tower door began to close tightly, and a large iron lock was added, which is the reason for my long future. Either way, this tower is always worth remembering.
The higher you go, the less crowded you are, the shadows of the trees on both sides are shaky, and the smell of silence fills the surroundings. But I was annoyed in my heart, because the steps under my feet had changed from the bluestone slabs of the past to concrete. I have no problem with the steps up the back with cement, but this bluestone slab road is at least from the Republic of China, why should people cover it with cement? If modernization is understood as building everything with cement, it is too shallow. The terrible thing is that many people understand it this way, and what is even more frightening is that some of them are still in high positions. Knowing that my anger was ineffective, I tried not to look at the cement steps and look ahead. The old and huge tower had not yet been converted into a concrete building, and next to it hung an even older moon. I felt some relief, but at the same time added to the doubt—there were two men standing opposite each other under the tower, posing in strange poses, and, moreover, silent.
I stopped at the highest step. The two men were obviously focused on each other and didn't glance at me. I also held my breath, trying not to alarm the two strangers posing strangely. One of them is in a posture a bit like Dapeng spreading his wings, while the other reaches out his front hand, raises his back hand, and crouches in four or six steps and a half. The one who spread his wings was obviously a little tired, and his lifted feet were lowered, and his hands were also moved to his chest, one before and one back, like two snake heads.
Said yes?
Say yes!
The two roared almost at the same time and rushed toward each other, but did not show any exquisite moves, but raised their fists and slammed into each other while dodging. Although the speed of strength is acceptable, I can't help but be disappointed. I thought that I could see a master duel before going down to the ancient tower on the night of the moon, but I didn't expect that it was the Wang Eight Fist, which is common in this kind of street fight, which is really annoying. When the two of them were breathless and hugging each other, I had a feeling of unbearable sight. One of them pressed the other to the ground, rode up, and stuck the other's neck. The other reached out and pressed his hand against the other's chin, making a snorting sound in his mouth.
Fearing for my life, I coughed heavily. The man above was shocked, his body was relieved, and he stood up.
The man below quickly got up and shouted, Come again!
Come on what, you lose. In the future I will be the president and you will be the vice president, haha.
Play one more game.
Say a good game, I will not fight with you. I tell you, the president knows about the two of us, and he acquiesced. The winner finished speaking and walked to the side, where there stood a thin mobile phone live broadcast bracket. He took off his phone, picked up the stand, and strode toward the steps. Although he changed his body to a short punch, the pair of goldfish eyes that shone on me could not be changed. I smiled at him and turned sideways. He was stunned, nodded, and walked down the steps, leaving a thick smell of sweat.
There was a hoarse shout from the cement floor, this is a trap! It's a conspiracy!
Qingxing who was visiting the garden ran out, and I looked at the moon helplessly and went down.
Breakfast is a ticket to go downstairs to eat noodles, where there are two noodle restaurants. But the little sharp face brought the noodles to me, and said that it was ordered by the president, and said, Teacher Ma, you and the president enjoy the same treatment, all beef noodles. I actually prefer fried tofu yards, but I can only say thank you. The little pointed face said, you use slowly, and meet on the rooftop at nine o'clock on time. I then remembered that there was a roof upstairs, but it was usually locked. Meeting on the roof, such a brilliant idea, probably only a figure like the president could come up with, and only such a peculiar organization as the Hermit Society was suitable for meetings there. However, where to meet such an important matter, it was actually notified temporarily! After slowly eating the beef noodles in a paper bowl, I felt mixed.
I still walk the stairway. The empty corridors gave me the feeling that this meeting was just a vague trance. However, on the rooftop, the convening of the council of the hermit association became a certain thing: the roof was full of chairs, and at a glance, it was known that they were carried from the hotel room; many people brought mobile phone live broadcast brackets, where they adjusted the height and angle, some facing themselves, some facing the front; a rectangular roof protruded from the front, and the president sat on it, wearing a new dark blue Tang costume, the cuffs were snow-white, looking up from below, quite the arrogance of a generation of masters On the roof wall hung a red cloth banner: the second council of the Chinese Hermit Association. I also saw Jiang Fatzi on tv standing lazily next to his baby camera smoking a cigarette, and did not forget to throw me a mysterious look. Raising my hand to greet him and looking around the room again, I never found the thin and mysterious figure. At this time, the little pointed face came around and insisted on inviting me to the front seat. I refused, so I picked an empty seat in the second row and sat down.
The first row was clearly full of important people, all of whom had the reticence of the big men, and no one looked back, but talked to each other close to each other. An old man asked another old man when he would arrive. Another old man said, this morning. So where were you yesterday? Yesterday it was still on Mount Qingcheng. I thought to myself, are you afraid that you will be able to ride the clouds and drive the fog? But the questioner was not surprised, just sighed. There are also two people in the exchange of the development of branch members, one should be the main business of fortune telling, one is probably specialized in traditional Chinese medicine, both of them lament the world's wind, people are impetuous, few people are willing to study hard, after entering the meeting, only care about swindling and cheating, ruining the reputation of the association. They all agreed with the chairman's proposal to review the qualifications of members.
The Secretary-General sat on the far right of the front row, still wearing a white tai chi suit. She stood up, turned around, held her fist in salute, and her voice was clear, and now, I announce that the second council of the Chinese Hermit Association is officially convened, and then take the lead in applauding. The hermits' applause was no different from what I had heard in other venues, neat and loud, and somewhat sparse in the back. After the applause, everyone's eyes were on the president. He became more and more radiant against the background of the blue sky and white clouds, and he did not use the microphone sound to cover the whole scene. He did not prepare a speech and said slowly. First of all, he summarized the work of the previous year: the membership team further developed and grew, adding 260 new members; the social influence gradually expanded, last year a total of sixteen leading cadres and famous entrepreneurs came to visit the president to discuss how to promote traditional culture, and also consulted the president on issues such as administrative policies and enterprise development; the work of each branch was carried out in an orderly manner and steadily advanced, and the Chinese Painting Branch and the Calligraphy Branch jointly successfully held the Chinese Hermit Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition. Feng Shui Branch was invited to participate in the urban planning of two county-level cities, here in advance, this conference will also set up a martial arts branch, the branch president has been determined in a fair and reasonable way, I hope there will be no more disputes... Next, he talked about the next year's work, focusing of course on the review of hermit qualifications, as well as the creation of the Chinese Hermit Association website and public accounts. He also spoke keenly about the construction of ecological civilization, pointing out that starting from Zhuangzi, hermits are always the staunch defenders of ecological civilization, and the hermit association must not be absent in this great construction, but must take the initiative to provide timely advice to local governments and even act as an image spokesperson. In the end, he raised his voice, as a modern hermit, we must adhere to the road of hermit industrialization, unswervingly, steadily advance, do fine, do better, stronger and bigger, this is not only our historical mission, but also our realistic opportunity. We must step on the earth, look up at the stars, uphold the deep tradition of the thousand-year-old hermit culture, provide high-quality ideas for social development, and inject Chia Tai energy!
At the last sentence, the president stood up and raised his left arm. Warm applause was about to begin again, but a gray rest appeared behind him. Everyone half-opened their mouths and looked at the thin figure that suddenly appeared, and she seemed to have jumped up from behind the roof. At a distance of almost two inches, I could roughly see the face: high cheekbones and clear eyes. As soon as she reached out, the president returned to his seat, as if transformed into a wood carving.
FuFad, you traitor, the reputation of the hermit of the world has been ruined by you! Today I'm going to do it for Skywalker. I have seen with my own eyes what you have done, and I have not wronged you in the slightest. You all see, who wants to learn from him again, the end is like this!
She pressed her hand, slapped it on the back of his head, and pushed it again, and the body that had just been imposing fell down like a piece of wood, making a dull sound.
The Secretary-General was the first to scream and then fainted.
I stood up and felt her gaze cross my face like a sword. But I still kept looking straight ahead, watching her turn around, jump lightly, and disappear behind the roof.
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Yangtze River Literature and Art, No. 2, 2022
Responsible Editor | Yan Li
▲Ma Xiaoquan |
Ma Xiaoquan was born in 1978 in Longhui, Hunan. Writer, poet, and student of the graduate class of writers jointly organized by the Lu Institute of Beijing Normal University. He has published "Lost City", "Angry Youth", "Bank Archives", "Legend of Wudi", "Three Dimensions", "Passing on a Classical Lamp", "Baoqing Mark" and so on. Some of his works have been translated into French and English. He won the "Contemporary" Literary Award and the Hunan Youth Literature Award.