It sounds like a wonderful time, especially when you just saw a handsome guy hooking up with the big girl you just saw in the bar. You can only stare. In the new era, you no longer have to worry about your natural appearance. In this era, a difficult philosophical work can arouse sexual impulse more than a playboy.
According to my wishes, my descendants came to take me back to that era in a time machine. In return, I told them the location of the "antiques" I buried thousands of years ago. Even if there are more connotations, money is still a bargaining chip that cannot be ignored.
Because of attaching too much importance to connotation, my descendants refused to communicate with me in everyday language. They believe that human beings should use elegant poetry, not vulgar vernacular. When they are really uninspired and have to talk, they prefer to gesture with their hands.
The joy of reaching the destination diluted the dullness of the journey. Knowing where the antiques were buried, he gave me some money and we parted ways.
I discovered this rule a long time ago, that is, women can't be close to each other, but I think Mencius discovered it before me, leaving the feeling that you can't have both.
Pedestrians in and out of the street are ragged and glassy-eyed. Presumably, they have realized how stupid it is to strike up a conversation through looks. You can never express your rich and fertile connotation like a tropical rain forest and the ideological depth like the Mariana Trench in a simple "Hello", completely hiding your obscene intentions-and you have no idea whether the other person has enough IQ to understand your connotation.
In this large group of people, it is really difficult to find a beautiful woman target. I found that people with high return rate hang many difficult books on their bodies to show their knowledge. Critique of Pure Reason is obviously more eye-catching than 36E. In order to show disdain for appearance, most people will cover their faces and only show their eyes to read. When not studying, people prefer to choose guide dogs in order not to be confused by the appearance of the world of flowers and flowers.
Although this has brought great difficulties to my search, I feel very gratified. Appearance is innate, but connotation can be obtained through practice. What a fair society this is. Looking back at that era, I thought all women would like the appreciation of poetry in A Dream of Red Mansions and the long-shot analysis by Tarkovsky. However, Sister Bobo's long yawn shattered the solid fortress I built with connotation ... and I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes.
I want to find a bookstore first and buy some books to wear as a facade, otherwise it will always be as uncomfortable as being naked. Here, even the babies in the street hang surreal patterns formed by their urine stains. It's rare for people to talk. We read each other's autobiography and write long book reviews. If both parties are satisfied with the personality abnormality caused by the psychological shadow of each other's childhood, they will have their next date in the psychological clinic.
What programs are playing on the LED big screen in the street, attracting many people to stop. I leaned down and saw a woman in a sack lying on a gorgeous stage, writing something on the big screen. The subtitles tell me that the program is the final of Superidol, and the most popular actress is finishing her ninth doctoral thesis on the stage at the moment. The audience kept screaming and fainting, while the senior professor was simply explaining. Although most of the audience looked puzzled, they still listened with relish and showed admiration.
I even asked a few people where the bookstore was. Most people turned away disdainfully when they saw me wearing a cloth. Finally, someone ignored me and answered in more than a dozen foreign languages, except Chinese. I have to explain that I don't understand. He waved helplessly, as if speaking his own language was an insult to his knowledge.
At that time, I saw her, as naked as I was-no books on her body, no makeup on her face, and a peerless appearance. I hurried to speak. I asked her where the bookstore was, and she was taken aback, probably because no one had talked to her for too long. I saw the panic on her face-this kind of panic often appeared on my face decades ago.
Pick up some books whose titles I don't even know and read them. The librarian put the book in the computer and scanned it, then asked me a question. In a language I don't understand at all. I couldn't understand it. He scanned another book and asked me another question. I'm still confused. He put away all the books impatiently. And started calling to say that someone was suspected of fraud. I suddenly realized that I can only buy books if I know everything in them, but I need to study them thoroughly in the library before I buy them. I rushed out.
I lied that I couldn't find the book I wanted to buy, and the two of us continued to walk and talk. She tried to pretend that she had been to college, which seemed clumsy and cute to me. I praised her beauty, but she was just passive and noncommittal to Nuo Nuo, and then she got a little angry. I suddenly woke up and began to praise her knowledge, and she immediately chattered excitedly.
It doesn't matter if I don't have a book on me. At least she knows that I have connotation and should be a potential stock in the future. In my time, there were only a few beautiful faces, and I estimate that there are only a few people who really have connotations in this era.
Then we got divorced, and I was overwhelmed by her enthusiasm.
I found a job teaching ancient history in university, and wrote several articles about the research and criticism of ancient customs, which became popular for no reason.
But as the days passed, my lover became more and more vulgar. She spent a lot of money on all kinds of original philosophical works and manuscripts of ancient physicists as treasures, which almost ruined me. I can only work harder to make money. I'd rather she spent money on cosmetics and clothes, but she would rather be covered by a difficult physical formula, because Einstein's autograph is on it. I can't stand her not wearing makeup more and more, and she can't stand my vulgar pursuit of appearance. Later, she was finally hooked up with another congenial astrophysicist. Although the astronomer only coveted her Einstein physics manuscript, our marriage had ended prematurely before that.
After the emptiness, I often wonder if I am lucky enough to come to this era. Although my original era was terrible, at least I didn't have to do calculus for the "highly educated beauty" on the adult channel to spend sleepless nights.
But I think I will try to get used to it after all, and watch the most popular entertainment program "Debate of the Dead Philosopher" with a smile instead of shedding two lines of tears.
Sometimes I want to go home, but the feeling of being worshipped is really irresistible. I think the world has not changed for so many years.
Maybe it will never change.