He thought that meeting a demanding girlfriend would be the best gift God had ever given him. As a teenager, he had endless sexual fantasies and couldn't wait to grow up and want to sleep with girls. For him, the female body is the most mysterious and beautiful artifact in the world. In his hands, he will definitely cherish it.

After starting to date girls, girls are not used to his aggressive personality. I want to hug on the first date, kiss when I hug, and after kissing, I can't control it. If the girl likes him, she passively lets him do whatever he wants when he attacks violently, occasionally putting on a satisfied face that doesn't know whether it's true or not, and if she doesn't like him that much, the girl will show disgust and curse, and push him away as a lewd person.

This girl is different. From the beginning, she did not hide her "sexual" interest in him. One moment, they were still standing in the record store talking about music, and the next moment they were already standing in his living room with a French tongue kiss, and then their limbs intertwined like twisted flowers rolled under the sofa.

The following days can only be said to be dark, the sun and the moon are dark, similar to the war between man and god recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas". Most of the time, he is naked, rarely wears more than one panty, and the furthest distance from the bed is often only the kitchen. He felt like an athlete preparing for the Olympics, participating in intensive training camps, sweating all the time, and often physically exhausted. A feeling of physical and mental exhaustion lingered in his eye sockets, making his eyelids too heavy to lift.

But his girlfriend wouldn't let him rest. Often he was exhausted, and the woman's legs still wrapped around his waist, rubbing up and down. He held her buttocks with his hands, but his whole body was weak. He felt so tired. I didn't expect sex to hurt so much. He was only 23 years old. But I feel that I am 43 years old.

That night, he bumped into his girlfriend and his friends kissing and caressing in the corner of the party. The girlfriend confessed, the friend apologized, both declared drunk and begged him for forgiveness, and he just stood indifferently and listened. He couldn't help himself and snickered inwardly. Oh my God, he thought, I'll finally be able to get a good night's sleep. ”

American writer Jonathan Franzen has always hated technology, and a new book, The Kraus Project, is about to be published, with a foreword in the newspaper. He also gave a lecture in New York. How to destroy the contemporary era and detonate radical debates on both sides of the Atlantic.

Karl Kraus, a Viennese cultural figure who published a niche German-language newspaper at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries. The text is difficult. Chen Yi is extremely high. Criticizing the elegance and materialistic tastes of Vienna at that time, his loyal readers included Benjamin, Kafka, etc.

Franzen said that every era has its own Great Cynic, and he was clearly willing to join Klaus. A century later, one of the ills of our time is technology addiction.

For him, the Internet is the cancer of our time. He disappoints the writer Rusidi for tweeting that he hates Apple's coolness, which is more formal than substance, and believes that Amazon encourages nonsense and bragging, and ridicules Facebook and Twitter for boasting about the Arab Spring, as if the regimes in Eastern Europe were all broken by 4G mobile phones.

He said that the worst thing about the Internet is that it tempts people to pretend to be experienced, express their stance on popular things, and suffer because they are not cool, and they have to refer to the position of others, and lose the courage to think independently.

Incapable of facing real problems, such as the war in Iraq and universal health care, we can only agree to give ourselves to new media and new technology, so that Jobs, Zuckerberg and Bezos can make money from us. He believes that contemporary society is like Vienna in 1910, with the only difference being that "digital technology replaces newspaper technology, and American cool replaces Vienna charm." 」

Cool, become the definition of everything. At the beginning of the 21st century, when the world is queuing up to buy an iPhone, and the younger generation gets the news from Facebook and Twitter instead of mimeographed newspapers, at first glance listening to Jonathan Franzen rap is like watching the character of this year's Tony Award-winning play, Fanya, suddenly monologue for 20 minutes, and they are endlessly listening to the Beatles to engage in sexual liberation, and modern children listening to dance music and sliding on mobile phones, and they don't understand anything.

The French novelist Michel Ellebecques was equally misanthropic, declaring early on, "I don't like this world. I absolutely don't like it. I live in a society that I hate, ads make me sick, computers make me vomit. 」

He sadly realizes the irresistibility of the changing times, likens the change of generations as genocide, the extinction of the old race in order to give way to the new race, and the fact that "a cruelly postponed genocide does not bring comfort, comfort, or any material or emotional compensation."

Franzen, of course, knew that the old world was not better, but that the cultural values and advantages that he admired and worked so hard to build did not count now. In the Internet world, where only the number of democratic heads is counted, the honest opinion of a good novelist is not necessarily more important than the true feelings of ten readers, and the greatness of the soul cannot be outweighed by the sheer number.

A Twitter guru is the poet of today, and while many bloggers celebrate the liberation of the internet to publish, Franzen laments that they don't realize that writing is rapidly impoverished.

What he and Klaus lamented in the wake of the other generation was the desire for a beautiful life over the essence of life—translated into Asian, where small fortunes speak louder than big ones. All the sacred missions of the people who are dying and the great questions that will never be answered have been turned into a bowl of tea soup warmed by the hands under the slanting sun, and posted on Facebook for everyone to like. Who doesn't yearn for the streets of Vienna with poetry as bricks, even Klaus loves to go on vacation to Italy, Franzen also understands that times change, and people who have the slightest ability to reflect on their own times will never like the direction in which the times are going. ”

After Mu Long quickly wandered through the graffiti of Hu Qingfang, the Lord of the Great Realm of Thought and the Transcendent Lord, he was full of spiritual force, and the aura of Haoran quickly flooded around.

The Demon Head, the King of Phaselessness, and the Emperor of Music, Tianjiaolong, were all impressed by this transcendent aura, and they all understood Mu Long's thoughts, and they all degenerated to a realm that could not be surveyed and mapped.

Mu Long's soul is like a warm and beautiful cosmic ocean that has been growing, his thoughts are like a universe between heaven and earth, there are no wonders, spread out his left palm, a bright and enthusiastic sun is actively shining, spread out his right palm, a round of moon is slowly soft and soft, stable and confident.

Mu Long said to the three of them, "Hehe! Let's go! Don't let the gods be at ease. 」

Demon Head: "Ha Lu Ha

The demon head sang: "It's a sunny day, the sun is urging me forward! It's a rainy day, the rain tells me not to hesitate, come! Rush forward with me! The rain and sweat will be wiped dry, come! I will cheer for you loudly! Don't refuse the call of the end!"

It is a gloomy day, the dark clouds make an umbrella for you, it is a windy day, the wind helps you run a way, please bend down and tie your shoelaces tightly, and don't leave regrets in the last sprint! Please raise your hand to wipe away the wind and sand in your eyes, don't let your vision be unclear for a moment.

Let's rush together! Rush together! Beyond the limits of all life, let's rush! Rush forward together! Meet the challenges of more people!"

The king of the unphased sang along: "The wind and rain are strong, the sun is big, whoever gets stuck loudly will win, no matter how bad this road is, don't be surprised, the sky and the earth are big, I am majestic!

Let's recognize a happy young master, laugh Ha Lu Ha! Set off again, set off again! You are willing to be the first, God will love this life, and take the bitterness as a jump!

Well, don't be surprised, well, don't be surprised! We are brave Peter Pan, with a steel helmet and fighting! People say that they are not famous, I have the confidence that it will not hurt, I have a serious life, I don't want to waste my youthful life, a bad reputation, I have a girl who loves me, and I have a happy companion. I want to give her a happy life, spare her life, set off again, set off again! Help me wipe my sweat and wave flowers, no matter how big the wind and rain are, in order to have a horse in the future.

I'm going to go, I'm going to go! Help me polish my shoes, that has no strength to pulse stink, there's a shadow card to choke on! Go again, go again! I want to win the first place in the championship!"

No matter how vicious this road is, don't be surprised! (Hokkien) (To be continued......