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Chapter 6 Idols and Fans

A very ugly woman knocked on my door three times, recommending some new product with a smile.

I was annoyed and warned: "If you come again, I will not welcome you!"

A few minutes later, there was another knock on the door.

I looked out of the cat's eye and saw a beautiful woman.So, I opened the door and asked politely, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

She said, "It's still me."

While speaking, he tore off his face, revealing that ugly face: "I recommend this mask to you..."

In modern society, people go to bed later and later.

The daytime belongs to the company, and the nightlife is your own.

Many TV stations have maintained the traditional inertia. At midnight, they just broadcast some boring serials, interspersed with lengthy medical advertisements, and are perfunctory.

Half a year ago, Fu Shi's Golden Image Film and Television Company, based on the characteristics of midnight time, produced the first midnight TV program in China - the writer tells the horror stories he created.

This writer is well-known in the local area. Due to well-known reasons, in this book, I hide his real name and call him "writer".

In other words, the "writer" in this book is not an identity, but a person's name.

Ratings have skyrocketed since the launch of the midnight TV show, and it's worked out pretty well.

The writer is 38 years old and divorced his wife a year ago.

The child is 3 and a half years old and has followed his ex-wife.After the two broke up, the ex-wife took the children back to the Northeast.

Speaking of which, he can be regarded as the first "speech novelist" in China - "performing and broadcasting" horror stories created by himself on TV.

He is not only good at making up stories, but also likes acting.Plus, he has a thin face, bushy eyebrows, a high nose, and sharp eyes -- especially photogenic.

The investor of this show is Mijia.

Mijia is 46 years old and from Shanghai. Although she takes good care of herself, she still can't hide the wrinkles on her face.Her legs are short and thick, her belly is sagging, her buttocks are turned back, like a sculpture that has just started construction, and there is a lot of fat that needs to be cut off drastically.

Her speaking fee to the writer is not high, and the writer has been cooperating with her in order to become famous.

Occasionally, the writer slept with Mitya if she wanted to.

When two people make love, the writer's expression is more like flattering the leader.

Half a year ago, when the midnight program had just started broadcasting, Jinxiang Film and Television Company held a meet and greet at Xijing University.That day was September 9th, China Brain Health Day.

The writer sits on the stage and tells the history of his struggle:
My hometown is in the Daxing'an Mountains in the northernmost part of China. It is a small village hidden in the folds of the mountains.

In winter, the ice and snow there are lonely and silvery white.

In summer, the forest there is lush and isolated from the world.

When I was young, I was a child who didn't like to talk.After finishing elementary school, I stopped studying. I always lay on the roof of the "woodcut" house, quietly looking into the distance, thinking about my thoughts.The sky there is so blue that you want to cry.

There was a black dog at home, and it never barked, and always lay down in the yard quietly looking into the distance—at that time, I concluded that this dog, like myself, would be a promising dog.

Later, I used a thin pen as a crutch, sweated and cried all the way, and finally walked out of the mountain.

Then, I traveled from the north to the south, from the sea to the grassland, from the countryside to the city... I rode alone for thousands of miles.For me, all destinations are post stations, and all post stations are destinations.

On the first day of the 21st century, I settled in Xijing.

God bless those who are unwilling to be mediocre.

The students applauded vigorously.

In the T-shaped classroom, more than half of the seats were occupied, and everyone gathered in front, and the atmosphere was very lively.Among them, girls account for the majority.

There was only one girl, sitting in the farthest and farthest seat.

She was wearing a red T-shirt, looking at the eloquent writer from a distance, with a very quiet expression.

During the exchange, the students asked many questions in one go, and the writer answered them all.

Finally, the girl in the red T-shirt raised her hand.

The writer immediately said: "That classmate, do you have any questions?"

She stood up, took the microphone handed over by the host, and said softly: "Teacher, I am a student from a rural area in northern Jiangsu. I am a sophomore this year. In the past, I yearned for Xijing very much, but I have been here for a year, and I feel What I saw was the indifference and cruelty of the city, and I couldn't breathe. You also came from the countryside, how do you feel about living in the city now?"

The writer thought for a while and said: "I have struggled for ten years, and only completed the transfer from the countryside to the city. In order to achieve this goal, I became a knife, full of murderous aura, and no one can stop me. But, at the end After the city, I gradually discovered that the city is a sheath.”

The students applauded vigorously again.

After the meeting, the students took the "Midnight TV Show" CD and gathered around to ask the writer to sign it.

The girl from northern Jiangsu was also among them. When it was her turn, she said softly, "Teacher, can you leave me a phone number?"

The writer looked up at her.

This girl is white and tender, exuding the moisture of the south.Single phoenix eyes, small mouth, not pretty, but small and soft...

After signing, the writer wrote down his mobile phone number: 13701363390.
After leaving Xijing University, the writer drove home in a gray Santana—a car assigned to him by the company.

The phone rang and it was a text message:
Teacher, I am the girl who asked for your phone number just now, Gu Panpan.If I have the opportunity, I hope to learn from you again.No need to go back, sorry to bother you.

The writer thought about it and wrote:

Let me tell you a man's words - I know many women, but none from Jiangsu.So it's a pleasure to meet you.

Ten minutes later, she replied again, saying mischievously:
Tell you a woman's words - I know a lot of men, but no one is a writer.So nice to meet you too:

In this way, the two met.

For the first time, after the writer entered Gu Panpan, she was so clear that she cried and said, "This is my first time, here you are, I am willing..."

Since then, they have had frequent trysts and their relationship has become more and more heated.

Since then, the writer and Mijia have become increasingly estranged.

Gu Panpan and Mi Jia are two generations old.

Gu Panpan is the kind of girl that men like.Her southern accent is like snow-white cotton candy, soft, soft, sweet, and non-aggressive.

Micah, on the other hand, was like many women her age, like many rich men—nagging, mean, pompous.

With Micah's reference, the writer is crazy about Gu Panpan.

With Gu Panpan's comparison, the writer hates Micah even more.

If Mijia is a dry hill, and making love with her is a kind of climbing and manual labor, then Gu Panpan is a piece of clear water, where the writer can bathe, drink, and swim. can appreciate...

Every time he sent a text message to Gu Panpan, her reply was very slow, always waiting for more than ten minutes.

Once, two people together, he asked her why.

She smiled embarrassedly, lowered her head, and said after a long time: "I'm afraid that if I say the wrong thing, it will upset you."

The writer put her in his arms and kissed her affectionately.

Before the divorce, every time my wife sent aggressive text messages, the writer also had to think for a long time before replying to her, worrying that if he said something wrong, he would not be able to afford it.Later, his wife simply activated the precision positioning service for his mobile phone, so that the scope of his lies was reduced from 5 million square kilometers to 5 square meters...

Gu Panpan's family is very poor.

However, the writer did not give her any material help.

In fact, the writer doesn't have much money—before the divorce, he ran a cultural company and owed a sum of money to the publishing house, which has never been repaid.Later, the other party's lawyer sent a letter to file a lawsuit.As soon as he discussed with his ex-wife, he engaged in a fake divorce, and all the property was transferred to her.Unexpectedly, the fake divorce turned into a real divorce, and he lost everything overnight.Only later did he know that his ex-wife had premeditated it.

Therefore, when he and Gu Panpan are together, at most they will take her to eat Haagen-Dazs, or buy her some small objects that girls like...

Gu Panpan didn't expect too much.That's it, she already felt like she was in a honeypot.

Once, on the bed, the writer posed a problem to Gu Panpan.

This puzzle was brought back from America by a friend.A friend said to the writer: In the future, when you ask others this question, don't rush to give the answer, the other party will have to treat you.I've mixed dozens of meals with this puzzle.

The puzzle is this:

Two men (A and B), two women (C and D), four people having fun together.A has to do it with C and D, and B has to do it with C and D.All four of them had STDs, and the types of STDs were different. None of the four people could contact anyone else.However, there are only two condoms for four people - how to do it?
Gu Panpan thought for a long time, then asked with a blushing face, "Can I use... my mouth?"

"No, it's not a brain teaser," says the writer.

Gu Panpan continued to ponder.

After a while, she suddenly said: "There is a way!"

The writer asked distrustfully, "What way?"

Gu Panpan said: "A wears a condom, then puts on another condom, use two condoms to follow C."

Writer: "Yeah."

Gu Panpan said again: "When you're done, take off one and use the sleeve inside to do it. When you're done, take off the second sleeve as well."

Writer: "Yeah."

Gu Panpan continued: "B puts on the first condom that A took off, and does it with C."

Writer: "Yeah."

Gu Panpan continued: "B then puts the second condom that A took off on the first condom, and does it with D—isn't that right?"

Such a difficult problem related to pornography, such a difficult problem that no number of men can answer, she, who is so simple, actually answered it correctly!
The writer's eyes widened.

The writer lives in Shinan, Jili Street, behind the Federation of Literary and Art Circles building.

Once, Gu Panpan came to his house, and the two of them cooked fish to eat.

In the kitchen, the writer told Gu Panpan another joke.He is a professional storyteller, and he is very picky about stories, but when he told this joke, his eyebrows were beaming and he admired it very much:

There was a man who lived in a hotel.

In the evening, the phone rang: "Sir, do you need a massage?"

The man asked, "Is Lili here?"

The other party said: "Hey, old customer! Lili will come right away."

After Lili entered the door, she found that this man was very strange.

It's okay.

Negotiate a good price and the transaction begins.

After the end, the man took out 2000 yuan from his bag and threw it to Lili: "Sister, take it."

Lili said, "Brother, there are too many!"

The man said: "Brother, I am a righteous man! No matter how polite you are, I will get angry!"

Lili left with a thousand thanks.

The next day, she came again.

After it was over, the man took out another 2000 yuan from his bag and threw it to her: "Sister, take it."

Lili wondered if she was dreaming: "Brother, why do you give so much every time!"

The man said: "Brother, I am a righteous man! No matter how polite you are, I will get angry!"

Lili left again gratefully.

On the third day, she came again.

After it was over, the man took out 2000 yuan from his bag again and threw it to her: "Sister, take it."

Lili stared blankly at him, not daring to accept it anymore: "Brother..."

The man said: "Brother, I am a righteous man! No matter how polite you are, I will get angry!"

Lili had no choice but to accept the money nervously.

While chatting, the man suddenly asked, "Are you from Xiangyang Village?"

Lili was taken aback, and said, "Yes!"

The man said again, "Is your nickname Erya?"

Lili was even more surprised: "Yes, yes! Brother, how do you know?"

The man said: "You and I are from the same hometown. Your mother asked me to bring you 6000 yuan for this trip."

After finishing speaking, the writer couldn't help laughing again.

Smiling and laughing, he stopped, looked at Gu Panpan, and said, "You don't think... isn't funny?"

Gu Panpan's face was very cold.

At this time, the oil was already boiling in the pot. She picked up a live fish from the water, without opening or scraping the scales, and threw it directly into the pot. At the same time, she quickly covered the pot.

The fish was tumbling violently in the pot, and the lid of the pot made a "bang bang bang" sound.

She firmly pressed the lid of the pot and said softly, "This man should be fried."

(End of this chapter)