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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 12: Song of Mu Long

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    "He originally thought that meeting a girlfriend who was demanding would be the best gift from God. When he was a teenager, he had endless sexual fantasies and couldn't wait to grow up and wanted to sleep with girls. For him, the female body is  The most mysterious and beautiful divine creation in the world will be placed in his hands, and he will definitely cherish it.

    After he started dating girls, they were not used to his aggressive personality.  On the first date, I want to hug you. I want to kiss you as soon as I hug you. Once you kiss me, I want to get out of hand.  If the girl likes him, she will passively let him do whatever he wants when he attacks fiercely, and occasionally put on an expression of satisfaction that is unclear whether it is true or false; if she does not like him that much, the girl will show disgust and curse, and directly push him away as a dirty person.  .

    This girl is different.  From the beginning, she made no secret of her sexual interest in him.  One moment, they were standing in the record store talking about music, and the next moment they were standing in his living room, French kissing, and then their bodies intertwined like twists and rolled under the sofa.

    The following days can only be said to be dark and dark, with no light from the sun or the moon, similar to the battle between humans and gods recorded in the "Book of Mountains and Seas".  He was naked most of the time, rarely wearing more than a pair of underwear, and the furthest distance from his bed was often the kitchen.  He felt like a sports athlete preparing for the Olympics. He participated in intensive training, sweated all the time, and was often exhausted.  A sense of physical and mental exhaustion lingered in his eyes, making his eyelids so heavy that he could not lift them up.

    But his girlfriend wouldn¡¯t let him rest.  Often when he is exhausted, the woman's legs still wrap around his waist, rubbing up and down.  He held her hips with his hands, but his whole body was weak.  He felt so tired.  I never thought sex could be so hurtful.  He is only 23 years old, but he feels 43 years old.

    That night, he caught his girlfriend and her friends kissing and caressing each other passionately in the corner of the party.  The girlfriend confessed, the friend apologized, both claimed to be drunk and begged his forgiveness, but he just stood and listened indifferently.  He couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.  Oh my god, he thought.  I was finally able to get a good night's sleep.  "

    "American writer Jonathan Franzen has always hated technology. His new book "The Kraus Project" (The Kraus Project) is about to be published. He published a foreword in the newspaper and gave a speech in New York, lamenting how high technology can destroy the contemporary world, igniting heated discussions on both sides of the Atlantic.

    Kraus is the Viennese cultural figure Karl Kraus, at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries.  He independently published a niche German-language newspaper with difficult writing and high-level opinions, criticizing the elegant fashion and material hobbies of Vienna at that time. His loyal readers include Benjamin, Kafka, etc.

    Franzen said that every era has its own great cynic (the great hater), and he is obviously willing to join Krauss.  A century later, one of the ills of our era will be addiction to technology.

    For him, the Internet is the cancer of our time.  He was disappointed that writer Rushdie took to Twitter, hating Apple for trying to be cool and emphasizing form over substance, and believed that Amazon encouraged nonsense and bragging.  Ridiculing Facebook and Twitter for boasting about launching the Arab Spring, as if the regimes in Eastern Europe were shattered by 4G mobile phones.

    He said that the worst thing about the Internet is that it tempts people to pretend to be experienced and express opinions on popular things. They suffer from being judged as uncool and have to refer to other people's positions and lose the courage to think independently.

    ¡°Inability to face real problems, such as the Iraq war and universal health care.  We can only agree to give ourselves to new media and new technology, and let Steve Jobs, Zuckerberg and Bezos make money from us.  Capital chases innovation, technology pursues innovation, and blind people chase innovation. He believes that contemporary society is like Vienna in 1910, the only difference is that digital technology replaces newspaper technology.  American cool replaces Viennese charm.

    Cool has become the definition of everything.  At the beginning of the 21st century, the world queued up to buy iPhones, and the younger generation got their news from Facebook and Twitter instead of mimeographed newspapers.  At first hearing Jonathan Franzen rapping, it was like watching the character Vanya, who won the Tony Award for this year's screenplay, suddenly monologue for 20 minutes, talking endlessly about how extraordinary they were when they heard the Beatles talking about sexual liberation, and how modern children are listening to dance music.  Mobile phones don¡¯t understand anything.

    French novelist Michel Houellebecq is equally world-weary and has long declared that he does not like this world.  I absolutely don't like it.  The society I live in disgusts me; advertising disgusts me; computers make me vomit.

    He sadly realized that the changing times are irresistible, and compared the change of generations to genocide. The old race will eventually become extinct to give way to the new race, and a cruelly delayed genocide will not bring comfort, comfort or any material or emotional benefits.  compensate.

    Of course Franzen knows that the old world is not a better place, but that the cultural values ??and advantages he advocated and worked hard to build now simply don¡¯t count.  In an online world where democracy only counts heads, the honest opinion of an excellent novelist is not necessarily more important than the true feelings of ten readers. The greatness of the soul cannot match the sheer number.

    A Twitter master is today¡¯s poet, and while many bloggers celebrate the Internet¡¯s liberating desire for publication, Franzen laments that they fail to realize that writingThis rapid impoverishment.

    ??The reason why he and Klaus are separated from each other is that the desire for a beautiful life is higher than the pursuit of the essence of life. Translated into Asian dialect, small luck is better than big discussion.  All the sacred missions that drive people to death and the big questions that never have answers are turned into a bowl of tea soup warmly held in delicate hands under the setting sun, posted on Facebook for everyone to like.  Who doesn¡¯t yearn for the streets of Vienna that are filled with poetry? Even Klaus loves to go to Italy for vacation. Franzen also understands that times will change, and people who have a little ability to reflect on their own times will never like the times to go.  direction.  "

    After Mu Long quickly glanced at the graffiti of Hu Qingfang, the Lord of the Great World of Thought and the Lord of Transcendence, he was full of energy and the aura of awe quickly filled the surroundings.

    The Demon Head, the King of the Formless, and the Music Emperor Tianjiao Long were all impressed by this transcendent aura, and they all understood that Mu Long's thoughts had reached a state that could not be measured.

    Mu Long's heart is like a warm and beautiful cosmic ocean that has been growing, and his thoughts are like a universe between heaven and earth, with all kinds of wonders and wonders. When he opens his left palm, a bright and enthusiastic sun is shining actively, and when he opens his right palm, a moon slowly shines.  Rourou is stable and confident.

    Mu Long said to the three of them: Haha!  Let's go!  Don't let the carefree and free God be more beautiful than before.

    Demon Head: Hahaha!  , The Formless King: Is It Possible?  Hahaha, Music Emperor Tianjiaolong said: It is difficult not to be arrogant when you are with an arrogant man!

    The devil sang loudly: "It's a sunny day, the sunshine urges me to move forward! It's a rainy day, the raindrops want me to stop hesitating, come on! Come forward with me! The raindrops and sweat drops will be wiped away, come on  ! I will cheer you loudly! Don¡¯t refuse the call of the end!

    It¡¯s a gloomy day, and the dark clouds will hold an umbrella for you. It¡¯s a windy day, and the strong wind will help you run a mile. Please bend down and tie your shoelaces, and don¡¯t leave any regrets in the final sprint!  Please raise your hands to wipe away the dust from your eyes, and don't let your vision blur for a moment.

    Go ahead!  Let¡¯s all rush together!  Beyond the limits of all life, go for it!  Let¡¯s move forward together!  Meet more challenges in this world!  "

    The King of Wuxiang sang along: "It's windy, rainy, and the sun is strong. Whoever makes the loudest noise will win. No matter how evil this road is, don't be alarmed. The sky is big and the earth is big, and I am big! The bad guys see Ruan Ma Pipi."  Chop!

    We are recognizing the happy young master, laughing haha!  Let¡¯s start again, let¡¯s start again!  If you wish to be number one, God will cherish this life and regard joys and sorrows as dancing cha-cha!

    Well, be shocked, um is shocked!  We are the brave Peter Pan, wearing a steel helmet and fighting hard!  People say that if you don¡¯t do well, you won¡¯t be famous. I am confident that the beating won¡¯t hurt. I am a serious person and don¡¯t want to waste my youth and life on bad reputation. I have a girl who loves me and I have happiness as my companion.  I want to give her a happy life, cherish my life, and set off again, let¡¯s set off again!  Wipe my sweat and wave flowers, no matter how strong the wind or rain is, for the sake of the future, I have to go.

    It¡¯s time to go, it¡¯s time to go!  Polish my shoes, that weak pulse stink bomb, there is a shadow card coming to this choking sound!  Let¡¯s go again, let¡¯s go again!  To win the first place in the championship!  "

    No matter how evil this road is, don¡¯t be alarmed!  (Minnan) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. to read.)
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