If I were a fool

If, one day, I become a fool. I will also believe that I am a fool. Some people say that fools are good, and fools are kinder than spoons and more rational than lunatics. Spoons will throw bricks at good people, dance and struggle for two dollars in normal people's hands. A madman will bite, roll, and go crazy at any time because of the instructions of a normal person. As for whether a fool is good or not, it is hard to understand, because a fool is really a fool, and there is still a big gap compared with normal people, so a fool is still not good. In fact, I still don't want to be a fool in my heart. Besides, I still have a lot of things to do before I become a fool. I still have a lot of things to do seriously, compared with monks who knock on wooden fish and hold tassels.

Before I become a fool, I will look at my underage sons, and when they fall asleep, I will bend over and kiss their cheeks. I believe they will never become fools. Next, I will only say goodbye to my mother, because my father is long gone. Before I become a fool, I will tell her that the kindness I have raised in this life is not expected to be returned in the next life. Even though my mother is crying, I still want to say goodbye. This is the last thing I did for my mother before I became a fool. I only wish I could wake up sober and send my mother away sober. And my brother, I must have a drink with him, because in his youth, he let me know that there are poems and distant places in this world. Finally, my wife, my lover, the person I love, I decided to never say goodbye, watching their elegant works from a distance, and then quietly left, without tears or sadness, just ending the days and nights that passed away. Oh! That's right. And the elder brother who said goodbye to life and death, the elder brothers who lost contact, and friends who have known each other for a long time.

Actually, I should be happy. A madman is a madman. The spoon is not cold. I'm just stupid. Obviously, I am very kind, and kind people only laugh and cry.

On the same afternoon as usual, I said goodbye to everyone and became a fool. Am I a fool? I don't think so. In my world, there are supreme thrones, gentle princesses, magnificent palaces, hundreds of obedient courtiers, thousands of courtiers and 3,000 peerless beauties. I don't need fame and fortune, and I don't need to worry about Leng Yan's appearance. I just need to say something, like looking for something. I will cut off the wars in the world. Walking in the carved palace corridor, crowding round as if to send the millstone to the mill, staggering slowly forward. But my crown is too heavy, and even my clear head began to think. I really want to leave this crown and see the world I abandoned.

One day, I was tired of the throne, left a cloud of smoke and woke up for a while. When I woke up, I saw that my wife had stopped crying, my mother was white-haired and didn't mean to cry, my brother had been silent and had gone to forget the sorrow, my sons had grown up and were ashamed of being sad, my brother had been idle and tired of being sad, and my new friend had no sadness at all. My wife should have escaped from the past and been reborn; My mother's tears have dried up, and she regrets being deeply grieved; My brother has carried a heavy load and must be strong; The son has ambition and no sadness; My brother has worries occasionally, but he is not sad. I closed my eyes and wanted to get drunk, but soon I returned to my palace, where I was also my princess with splendor and Zhu Hua.

Another day, I'm tired of my concubine, who is ashamed of her flowers. I woke up, the clouds were light, the sky was high and the clouds were light. But the street is very lively. Needless to say, my clothes are shabby and unkempt, and I look like a nigger. Only the fig leaf is the most complete and appropriate. This is the strongest evidence that I was an ordinary person before I became a fool. Look at that street again. There are all kinds of goods, jugglers, shoes sellers and vendors, and people are crowded. The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, so people come to the market either to see a girl or to see three special people. In short, when you come, you will definitely see the madman and spoon, but the fool may not see it. Because I went back to my palace, that stormy home, and now I'm alone there, but I just think it's my empire, the supreme empire. Crazy, crazy under the guidance of ordinary people, and now the spoon is coming, throwing fist-sized stones at passing cars. The driver was so angry that he opened the door and really wanted to kick him, but he just saw the spoon sleeping in front of the car. At the moment, this narrow market is crowded with people. The driver looked at the crowd blankly and began to be timid. He took out a hundred dollars and dropped it on the spoon's face. He got up from the ground and made way. Everyone says no spoon, only a fool is stupid. At this moment, I bowed my head. Then the spoon and the madman were encouraged to take out a five-dollar bill and change it into a red note. The madman and spoon were inspired by a Hongta Mountain. Crazy people and spoons laugh and smoke like ordinary people. Everyone says, look how stupid that fool is. Spoons and lunatics are not crazy at all. From then on, as long as there are lunatics and spoons on the street, there will be mobile toll stations on this street. And I saw them running around me, not letting the spoon call me a fool, not letting the madman call me a fool, and not letting the ordinary fool who laughed at my spoon. Hey! Anyway, when I come to this street, I must avoid them. But I know that ordinary people are most afraid of me staring at them with saliva and laughing! Women say it's dirty, you idiot. When a man reads bluntly, you idiot, get out. When the child came, he was glad to throw stones at me, but he didn't dare to provoke the madman because his parents warned him to eat with a spoon. Those people in the street threw out twenty cents when they saw me, and looked at me like a pug to pick up money, laughing as if I had made a million dollars. For the record, those who won1million dollars in the 1990s are millionaires. Alas! I'd better go back to my palace and live a drunken life!

In the afternoon of October, I also escaped from the palace as before, euphemistically called traveling incognito. I came to that street again, the street occupied by lunatics and fools. At this time, the madman and the spoon fought, and the spoon grabbed the madman with gray hair and tore it. The madman banged and kicked the spoon several times. After the spoon escaped, he threw a big stone at the madman's head. This scene made the ordinary people laugh, and passers-by in the street quickly got out of the way. The madman was injured, and his right hand was covered with bleeding cuts, cursing the son of a bitch in his mouth, not at all like Lao Tzu. I just know that the madman and spoon are father and son. The spoon stared and listened, as if afraid, and ran away directly. I have also vaguely heard words like son and injection. I guess spoons are afraid of needles. Later, the ordinary people who were unwilling to be lonely blinked and talked about how the spoon was scooped and how the madman pretended to be crazy. Generally speaking, the spoon was stabbed by a madman when he was very young, but the madman always thought that he had given the spoon a cold needle. People often turn around and scold me when they see me: "Calm down and stay!" "My eyes are full of strange things, my mouth is silly, and my mouth is full of saliva! People often throw me twenty cents, and I quickly pick it up. They giggled.

"The world has changed, and fools love money."

Seeing the madman crawling in the distance with his forehead still bleeding, I wanted to help him, because I thought I was the same kind as him. When I approached, the madman covered the wound with one hand and pointed at me with the other, and shouted at random, "Fuck off, you idiot, or I'll let the old gentleman collect you. It's urgent!" Say it! Pointing at me, I just giggled and my mouth was dripping with saliva. My heart hurts again, and now I must go back. My throne is empty, my concubine is waiting, my courtiers are waiting, and I have returned to my empire.

In a dream of a month, I went back to the yard. I was alone. The sun shines brightly on me, and my heart is like a horse that has been planted for thousands of years and only warmed once. I saw my quadrangle, only the beams of doors and windows, the blue tiles in front were broken, and the sun shone in the room, which blinded me. Out of the gate, the facade has been broken in two, cat! Dog! In and out at any time, the mouse probably won't even watch the sightseeing. The bike at the door is rusty, but it is my wife's dowry. I have to ride for a while. So I rode a rusty car and made noises from time to time. I turned around and saw the quadrangle floating in the air in the sun, as if it would fall down at any time.

After a while, I came to this street again. This time, people are very indifferent. No one praised my bike, and no one saw me slovenly. I was surprised and pushed the car forward.

"Dead? Really dead? "

"If you die, you will die like that."

"Who died?"

"Who else? Is it not a spoon? "

"Is it just a spoon?"

"The spoon is dead, and Lao Liu is dead."

"Old six is dead?"

"The spoon was beaten and the tetanus died. Lao Liu felt that the spoon was covered with clothes and died when he came back."

"Old six has never been a loner, ah! Why did you die? "

"I heard that a poor son of Lao Liu died outside a few years ago."

"The poor son of Liuzi is not allowed to enter the village when he is dead."

"That can literally into the village, are these ghosts broken feng shui. There is not even a celebrity in these years. These are all broken feng shui. "

"Don't talk about celebrities, there is not even a big official."

"I heard that the girl in Nishimura almost married a good family."

"The girl in the West Village has no vision, or our road is too bad, and even ghosts are too lazy to leave in rainy days."

"With a golden son-in-law, this road will bring gold."

"I heard a dog died in Qian Jie."

"That's what I saw that day. Because of this damn road, even the car can't stop when it rains. "

"ah! Hey! Where is the madman? Is he sad that his son is dead? Did you cry? "

"It's so sad! I saw moving to the stage two days ago to live and cook. I also brought a melon woman. "

"Yes! I saw him beating that crazy woman in the middle of the night and crying. "

"Run away! I saw that crazy woman run away this morning. "

"ah! Break up! Break up! Eat and leave. Hey, this street has been plagued by these scourges, and Feng Shui has been suppressed. "

Once again, I saw ordinary people, old and young, men and women, talking about us so enthusiastically. They didn't want to see me, so they left in a hurry, fearing that I would break their geomantic omen and become like Lao Liu, or that their family would be a fool.

It's getting dark, and I'm still riding my rusty bike. Everyone in this street is gone, only the smoke in the kitchen is dazzling. I think they're scared. From a distance, I heard that the madman on the front stage was still singing a big drama. It is estimated that only he knows what he is singing. It may be the bitterness of life or the hardships of the world. In short, it makes me feel so sad, and my eyes are wet in this dusk ravine.

March 25(th), 2020