bedroom literature

Chapter 44 The beetle stuck in its own intestines

Liu Sheng carried a bag and purposely walked down the stairs.He lingered at the door for a long time before slowly pushing open the door of 501——

There was no one there.

All the drama that Liu Sheng had dreamed up in his mind came to nothing, he was relieved on the surface, and went in and closed the door.

There was a note on the table, which was written in Jiang Qiwen's beautiful font, "The debate competition has a small meeting, wait for me to come back." Liu Sheng put down the pile of things in his hand, and took out three pieces of writing papers from him. Set - computer, computer stand, bluetooth keyboard.They are all prepared for occupational cervical spondylosis, even if you go to the library, you will carry this big bag.

Flipping it over, a gauntlet and an... eyepatch fell out of it.

Oh, he wears it when he has no inspiration. Generally speaking, he will fix a time to concentrate on inspiration. Once Jiang Qiwen came back from skipping class, and he still couldn’t get out of the illusion——tricked him, didn’t he? Touched his pecs?

Liu Sheng hurriedly swung the scene out of his head, placing the computer stand a little harder.With the shake of the table, a few pieces of paper fell out from the inside of the shallow, flat drawer.The paper was of different sizes, and at first glance it looked like collected class work or the like.

I took a poetry class on creative writing today, it should be that one.Jiang Qiwen sat next to him all the time, taking advantage of the issue of the authorship of the co-authored article, and ignored his peeking.It's just that this guy didn't show Liu Sheng what he wrote, and kept saying that he didn't finish it until get out of class was over.Those who didn't know thought he wrote "Faust".

He wanted to find the target directly, but he couldn't help but be attracted by everyone's homework.

The first one was written by Xiong Qing.

Although it's not good to peek at everyone's works in advance, but anyway, it will be publicized at the end, so it's better to see it in advance.

《》My keyboard is convulsed

Author Xiong Qingqing

I oh oh oh oh oh I don't know

you

can not

can feel my

My space bar is going crazy. . . . .

I can feel it, it really is Xiong Qing's style.Liu Sheng said with a smile.

Then came the noodles.

"Double Standard"

Fu Sijie

sandalwood punishment is cruel

Boneless chicken feet are rich in taste.

Oh, it turned out that when Fu Sijie ate instant noodles with chicken feet a few days ago, he was hurting the spring and the autumn.

Then there is the house brother.

"Human Cage"

陆洲

world!world?

I withdrew and looked at the door, it turned out to be a mortuary.

Phew, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Sheng's emotions were suddenly brought up.He didn't expect Brother Zhai to write such a pessimistic poem.It is said that poetry will liberate repressed emotions and disintegrate the hidden calm...

The next one turned out to be Yu Ye's.

I said why Chi Liangzhou was also sitting in the back row today, and didn't say hello to me. So it was brought by the senior?Liu Sheng said heartily.

Was it the sense of ritual that made him hand in his homework?But the big brother's poem actually only has three lines.

Then read it several times.

"Convincing People with Reason"

Yu Ye

Governance

Turn your head to the left and your passion will fly

Buried alive

Recently, it was the anniversary of certain disasters, and the general history class taught a lot about the causes of pain.Are they both writing about the same thing?Or is it that people with high emotional intelligence are generally negative?Their nerve endings can extend to every corner of human nature, so are they easily disappointed with the world?

Liu Sheng, who had just grown up, could not understand these failures too thoroughly.But he knows that the rules of human nature constitute the rules of the world, and how ugly, selfish, and shameless the human heart is... He has known it since he was a child.

Too many people in war and plague died at the hands of their comrades and politicians.Too many abstract strategies kill specific people.

He read it three times.

The headless "reason" has become "buried". Why "flying horizontally" must be "flying horizontally with passion". Does this mean that "left" has a second layer of well-known meaning besides representing direction?In addition to the "horizontal" flying towards "rule" of "reason", it can also be associated with flying flesh and blood when read.In this regard, a dynamic word game has fulfilled its mission, with a strong visual sense.

Chinese people, cryptic, hit the nail on the head, and kill with one word.

Because a word often has too many meanings, the less it is stated, the more it can be extended.This makes every poem an abyss for fish or stars.

For example, "obedience" in the title, is it tame or obedient?

Liu Sheng is a person who is easily infected by negative emotions. He urgently needs something to save him.

Can the next song save me, or is it a deeper negative energy?

next song--

The next one is actually his own poem.

Is this telling him to save himself?

On the front of the paper folded backwards is my handwriting:

"Catch The Flying Soul"

Yagyu

Mountains and waters behind

Raise your head and lower your eyebrows

Beetle stuck to the ground by its own gut

cause and effect

lying down

a handful of snow

everything standing in the world

all his monuments

He wants to give to all the species he kills, especially humans.

"It's the first time I've used fingers to describe intestines." Jiang Qiwen said.

Liu Sheng scratched the ground with his toes.Poetry is different from other genres in that poetry cannot be translated, especially if it is spoken... Myths can preserve their value through the worst translations, but poetry cannot.For example, it can be seen from the classical Chinese in the student days. For example, the literal translation of "Mo Fei Wang Tu" is "There is nothing that is not Wang Tu".It can also be attached to the end of the text for teaching purposes. If you read it out...toe digging.

If he presumptuously publishes straightforward interpretations and comments, Yagyu, who is mentally obsessed with cleanliness, will immediately suffocate.His life was hanging by a thread, waiting for Jiang Qiwen's next words.

"Is the beetle me?" Jiang Qiwen said, "You wrote me to death."

Fortunately, Jiang Qi's text was not translated, so he survived, and what he said was correct.In fact, it’s not wrong to put it on any human being. How can human beings make rules like this and strangle themselves to death with the rules?

He thought of Jiang Qiwen's painful face in the wind and snow, he remembered that he promised to give him some time, he thought of him and the way he sneaked around with a pile of books every day, and he chased the teacher to block the door every class, and the teacher had no time. Just follow me downstairs to ask for a few more words...

So Liu Sheng said, "You are not dead yet."

I don't know how Jiang Qiwen understood the phrase "I'm not dead", but he seemed to have been greatly encouraged, as if a light had exploded in his head.That thought turned into action in an instant, but it was a bit barbaric - he insisted on grabbing it and writing a sequel.

Then don't show it to yourself.

Liu Sheng wanted to take his breath away.

But now that he got the manuscript, he can take a look at it.But before he opened the fold, he was attracted by the next piece of paper that was revealed.Because that piece of paper is a perfect A4, it is almost bigger than others.above is...

A copy of this poem by myself.

"...Okay, so perverted." Liu Sheng sighed.

But that photocopy contains nothing but his own handwriting. Didn't Jiang Qiwen continue to write on it?

Just as he was about to unfold the hinge, the door was pushed open.

Jiang Qiwen leaned against the door, his eyes fixed on the piece of paper in Liu Sheng's hand, "Are you peeking?"

"I didn't..." Liu Sheng was a little panicked, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Jiang Qiwen wore a formal suit, which should have been bought temporarily for the debate.The material of this ordinary suit looks inexpensive, but Jiang Qiwen's body proportions with wide shoulders and long legs make it look like a catwalk.

He took a step forward, and the dress pants briefly showed the tight outline of his legs, and a few folds were squeezed out and quickly disappeared.

Liu Sheng looked at it for a while before returning to the present question.If he said that these papers fell out by himself, would he believe it?

"You can watch," Jiang Qiwen stared at him, "but you have to stand up and watch."

Only then did Liu Sheng realize that he had been squatting down looking at the papers on the ground.

Under Jiang Qiwen's gaze, he uncomfortably re-examined his poems.

"Catch The Flying Soul"

Yagyu

Mountains and waters behind

Raise your head and lower your eyebrows

Beetle stuck to the ground by its own gut

cause and effect

lying down

a handful of snow

everything standing in the world

all his monuments

Liu Yu stood up and unfolded the folded page:

as long as you stand

you are my monument