The best place to look at your butt is the public bathhouse, which is as far as the eye can see. One of the grandest buildings in the institution was a large bathhouse where all the men, women and children of the institution washed and cleaned. On Fridays, the women’s bath is open, on Saturdays, the men’s bath, and on Thursdays, the bath is open for the sanitation of the older children in the nursery. As for the children below the middle class, they had to go home to sit in the bathtub, and there was no place for them in the public bath.
Bath days were a little carnival for the children. You can play in the water, swimming baths have a large pool filled with hot water, the first person to see will say that the water is crystal clear, the last person to climb up to look back and can only describe themselves as “just fished out of the broth”. The water steam curls, not 100 degrees, but also close to 70 degrees, people go down in groups, said “dumplings” is extremely apt. If a foreigner is mixed in with them, the euphemism is “shabu-shabu”, which is too much like a pot ready to cook something.
I have always thought that the Beijing dialect of “bubble bath” is a slip of the tongue, the correct expression should be “pot bath”. Every time I stand in front of this pot of old soup I feel like a piece of raw meat, to stand on the edge of the pot a little bit of input, cook a cut and then a cut, sitting in the boiling water can not help but moan, gently move your arms, squatting in the water to walk around if you are happy to call this a swimming posture.
It was a pleasure saturated with pain. Every inch of skin was put to the test of will. Pain to ease, numbness to stretch, pleasure and pain are as sharp as a needle, at the same time drums stimulate you, each is difficult to endure, which is difficult to part with. Compared with the electric shock, ejaculation and other head-on resignation less than the shock, this sad and happy mixed feelings more objective, more large area, more convenient to savor.
At this time you can carefully measure your tolerance, it is like an object with a shape, a paper thin or a brick thick, casually use what timing method can be convenient to calculate the speed of its disappearance. That way you understand what you are a person, do not have to be tortured later in the fashion of a good man, some of the organization’s secrets can not pry into as far as possible do not pry into, lest as a traitor to the organization suffered a loss of your own is not good. It was in this hot pot that I lost the ideal of being a revolutionary martyr in the future. When I was scalded to the point of almost losing consciousness, I realized, not without sorrow, that I could no longer work for the Party as a transport agent or lead the underground work of a city.
Every time I went into the water, I was excited, I was proud, I was pessimistic, I climbed up, I felt cool, I felt good, and then I asked the other kids, “Which one of the Soviets or the Americans has better military discipline? I realized that not only me, but almost all the boys were excited about stripping themselves naked. It was a rare opportunity for me to see my own body.
This is like his own money, adults give us some change, and not allow us to spend, the money can only be hidden in the savings jar in the form of digital existence, and now this money out we look at each other, can not see this body has what is unattractive: bare durum meat stick, not as much as a tree forks, and not bearing lovely flowers and rare fruit, if the head cut off, no one will recognize which section of the body belongs to the Zhangsan Li Si, or Wang Er Ma Zi If the head were cut off, no one would recognize which body belonged to Zhang San Li Si, or Wang Er Ma Zi.
The more suspicious and sneaky is the ass. Usually we don’t see it much, whether it’s our own or someone else’s, it’s always a flash, a rush, and in the hottest weather people are lit up and it’s also hidden, like a sewer always covered with a lid.
It is also very impressive, chubby and decent-looking, more than the face flat, more than the back of the smooth, more than the stomach only ditch, exposed in broad daylight a little bit not cold pounds. At that time Fang gun gun is still small, did not begin to develop, some organs function is not clear that just a urine outlet, how to observe only found buttocks in the human body position is prominent, take it as a core secret, by the surface of the open heartedness to confuse, and produce some false sympathy: so moving a section of the body, why always cover with cloth, so that people can not see the sunshine from one year to the next.
It’s not like it’s diamond-encrusted, it’s the same for everyone, and you can’t explain it by saying it’s rare. Look how pale it is.
He deeply fought for his and indeed everyone else’s ass. It only shows his and my ignorance and I’m ashamed to think about it now. Quite simply, it’s not about the ass, it has nothing to do with it. One ass alone, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to just show it every day like a horse. The point is that it has a neighbor, who is a born criminal, and you have to get used to keeping it in solitary confinement from an early age, or you will be in big trouble later on.
The human body is so unscientific, and there is not a beast among the beasts that has such a lack of self-respect that even the goose, which also walks on two feet, is not so shameless as we are in hanging its genitals on the front of its body. If we did not take some measures of segregation, then, from the beginning of the world to the present day, we would not even speak a proper word to each other. Not to mention inventing, building railroads and factories, and improving people’s lives.
You could argue that the ass is just a victim, that its entire fault is that it chose the wrong spot, and that if it had grown on the shoulders, it wouldn’t always have been given such a dark life in the crotch of a man’s pants. Poor ass, how sunny its face is and how relaxed it looks when it’s exposed.
The mere fact that it is light makes it grateful, presents it as quite adapted to its environment, very much in tune with it, and this is called being at ease with the fact that it should be sagging and drooping, contracting and shrinking, cool and windy, and the shapes, the sensations that belonged to you are now yours, and there is no longer anything to stand between you and the temperature.
You’ll realize that seemingly impassive every inch of it is alive, breathing, and even a little bit arrogant.
Fang Gun Gun stared at the numerous asses with a gaze that was by no means bright, if not lewd, and thought sullenly: “There’s no point in having too many of anything. What made him most uncomfortable was the fact that everyone’s asses were just like his own, and no one had a tail. Of course, the situation of the girls on the other side of the wall was not clear, so it was too early to draw conclusions. But the superficial similarities alone were enough to discourage people before they even got down to work. I think, thanks to my influence, he felt more or less different, and that difference should at least be marked physically. There are still urinals with gold rims, not necessarily names that are just an adjective for faces. If everyone is so indistinguishable, then what do you need me for? What’s the point of my coming to this world? One day, violently see so many each other’s eyes similar to the ass, the other gun gun is just a small touch, later he will also for his own no different from the normal body into the pity.
The boys came into the locker room, and like a flock of ducks about to go into the water, there was a great deal of quacking, and the loud clamor of the girls in the inner locker room could be heard through the unceilinged wood-paneled walls.
Wang Ruohai was the first to undress, and like a horse that has been strangled and unsaddled, he moved his body cheerfully, announcing to everyone, “I can become a woman.”
Then he pulled his penis in between his legs from behind, which made him look like a girl from the front with only a shallow groove, indeed.
The boys laughed and were amazed at the remarkable effect of this modification, as if they had actually seen a girl’s body. Many of the children followed his example and had a great deal of fun transforming themselves into crippled girls, and the excitement, which spread as rapidly as the catharsis, may have had a little sexual awareness in it.
Gao Jin had just taken off his pants when he felt his tailbone being gently pressed by a hand, startled back to his head, Fang Gun Gun smiled at him with ulterior motives.
“Touch me for what?”
“Touch if you grow a tail.” Fang Gun Gun blatantly said. Wiggling her ass, she walked over and touched Zhang Ningsheng again.
Zhang Ningsheng exclaimed, “Someone’s being a hooligan!”
Gao Jin jogged up to Fang Gun Gun, who was about to lay hands on Gao Yang, and slapped him on his buttocks, which made the boys discover another wonderful part of their bodies, and for a while, the men’s locker room looked like a lot of small-caliber rifles firing, with the sound of snapping and snapping. In the midst of this chaos, Fang Gun Gun’s buttocks were covered with many handprints, like wearing a pair of red pants.
Auntie Lee came out of the inner dressing room and shouted to stop the boys fooling around, ordering them all into the bathroom. She was wearing a large tank top and a pair of knee-high pants, with a pair of large tits that stood out on her chest. She drove the boys into the large soup pot located in the second bathroom, and stood herself like a lid on the edge of the pot, pointing her finger at all of them and saying, “Lower your heads, no one raise your eyes, and watch over each other, you, you, and you.”
“Wow!” The boys groaned and hollered from the bottom of their hearts, and many of their eyes darted around unfaithfully.
Like birds of prey or fish out of water, groups of girls ran past in small clusters and into the innermost bathrooms. Most of them had narrow towels around their crotches, exposing their asses as they ran past. This kind of cover looks a bit pretentious to the boys who spend a lot of time with them and do not avoid sitting or lying down, like attending a memorial service, where acquaintances who can usually face each other now have to bow their heads, and it also makes the wet bathhouse, filled with the sound of water everywhere, suddenly become unusual, and pervade the atmosphere of extreme warmth and gender-specific obscenity.
What were they deliberately hiding? Someone must have taught them that there was something they couldn’t show the boy, and the person who taught them must have been an idiot, because everyone knew that there was nothing in front of them. Or maybe it was a game they were playing, an imitation of the boy similar to the imitation of the Bitter Sea on them.
Fang Gun Gun sat in the hot water, looking at the girls’ asses that passed in front of him, thinking that he could not see anything good or special about these asses that were no different from those of boys. Always immersed in the hot water makes him very impatient, the real thought is: do not look, I have seen enough ass today. But he couldn’t help but look up again and again, as if he had a compulsion to do so, even to his own frustration and disgust.
Chen Nanyan ran past him, which was a target he was looking forward to. The ass was thin and sturdy, with two depressions like a pair of dimples, and it didn’t quiver when it was running, and it was spread out, like the top shafts of two thighs that were even more rounded and thicker.
I did not find him at that time what thought activity, the pool of hot water has soaked his body very numb, the brain is also drowsy, even if there is some feeling is probably paralyzed like a face to repel the nose of the heat wave washed away. I think he thought it was a pretty good-looking ass, extraordinary, because he remembered, like a camera to record this image on tape, as long as he wants to be able to replay it over and over again as Chen Nanyan just ran past. This is a cold impression, or a brand of purity, even if this impression later in his mind has some obscene flavor, and triggered what, at that time at best, is only a rabid dog bites a day, fierce look and no symptoms.
A column of hot water nourished to his face, Fang Gun Gun twisted his head to see, Zhang Ningsheng Gao Jin a cadre of people huddled together to look at him snorted and laughed.
“How boring.” He thought lazily.
Fang Gun Gun can write his own name. One stroke is crooked, but it always hurts to write it, knowing that these three words are himself, and when he thinks of himself, it is not the round face but these three words. This simplification sometimes produces the illusion that a third person has appeared in their own pen.
The children in the first class will be going to school next year, so Auntie gave them some first grade lessons in advance, teaching them to recognize Chinese characters and master the complex calculation of 1 ten 1 = 2. Sometimes when it rains and we can’t go out to play, our children in the second class follow and listen to a few lessons of the first class, and catch up with what’s going on, it’s all up to each individual, and those who are willing to do so can be precocious.
I learned how to write a lot of common words: table, chair, food, labor, etc. I also learned some abstract words: socialism, communist party, country, revolution. There were also some abstract words: socialism, communist party, country, revolution, but because I heard them all the time, I took them for granted and recognized them as nouns with physical shapes. When I was writing this, I had a tall man’s figure in my mind, and I thought that this was a different name for the man.
The gates of knowledge were opened to us, and new vocabulary cascaded over us children, from blackboards, books, songs, aunts, and the mouths of older children. It was a magical process, the flurry of the world reorganized by the intricacies of text, every distinctive object with a single line of abbreviation, every action and thought named and identified at the drop of a hat. It was then that I realized how small I was, how little a share I had in human activity, how some words were completely irrelevant to me, how daunting it was to write them, how I knew every word, how unknown they were together. If the word exists, there must be an act. Especially some verbs, the reference must be within the ability of each person, why is it so strange to us, what else can we really do? It piques our curiosity.
The first long song we knew was “The Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention”. That song, from the first line to the last line, read out 11 military disciplines, not a word of nonsense, finished. It is said that this is Chairman Mao years for the transformation of the Red Army soldiers took great pains to come up with a masterstroke: composed into a popular song.
Auntie Li loves to hear us sing this song, once someone violates the discipline, she let us all sing this song, violators cone heart, heard the foot warning, a medicine for a hundred diseases. The song is very nice, simple tune, easy to understand the lyrics, this is not allowed that is not allowed with no matter what we children do not much difference. There’s only one, none of us ever did it, and we don’t know what that means, and the verb used is very abstract, number seven.
Whenever we sang “Seventh, do not molest the women”, we put the accent on the word “molest”, and as we sang, we questioned each other with our eyes, nodded our heads meaningfully, smiled, and were all a little embarrassed. Many girls blushed and lowered their heads, and the boys also felt a sense of guilt as if they had really done something bad.
After singing the song, we sat down together with a strong desire to know more about the “seventh rule”.
I identify this as a single definitive act, like a fall or a punch in the mouth then can only be accomplished with a single action.
It would be hard to guess, a little hitting wasn’t right, a little scolding wasn’t right, there were other rules for that. “What about a hug?” I asked everyone.
“Not like.” Gao Yang said: “must women still have to be unhappy. Your mom is a woman, you hug her, she is quite happy.”
“What about a bump?” Zhang Yansheng asked: “Not hit just hit.”
“I guess so.” Gao Yang is our sophomore class in the most learned, already know more than 700 words, can read the newspaper, understand everything, we have questions to ask him, all have answers. We also all love him, since he said yes, that eight or nine is. “Go, go, go molest women.” We were excited to go to the girls who were throwing sandbags, pushing one into the other.
The girls called us obnoxious in unison. I was still very proud of myself, and they were not happy. I said to them, “We’re molesting you!”
Yang Dan called out to the girls: “If they molest us, let’s molest them too.” So the girls rushed over to us in groups. We men and women leaned against the wall and hit each other, molesting each other, very energetic, a ball of fun.
Zhang Ningsheng Gao Jin of the first class looked at us and sneered, rather disdainfully lectured us: “Don’t be ignorant, you’re not called molestation, but also beauty na.”
“What does it take to molest?” We kids walked over to the freshman class and humbly asked for advice.
“Is that reading?” Zhang Ningsheng said stubbornly and proudly.
“You’re molesting me just by looking at me?” We laughed and looked at each other: “I molested you.”
“I’d say you kids don’t know anything!” Zhang Ningsheng scoffed at us: “Did I tell you to look blindly? You have to pick a place and look where you’re not allowed to look.”
“See that little classy aunt sitting over there on the curb? She’s got nothing on inside, we’ve just gone and molested her, now you can go.”
We pretended to jostle past the auntie, stumbled in front of her one after the other, took a quick glance under her white coat, got up quickly and ran away. No one saw more than her two thighs, but all were ecstatic. The nervousness, the slight shame, the extreme fear of being caught was very exciting indeed, the way a violation of military discipline should feel. But also a little stronger, more fearful, can not stop, like knowing that the buns are hot but also to reach out and take, now I know that is called the sense of crime.
The sense of crime is probably similar to the sense of adventure; both are exhilarating, creative emotions, and both are characterized by a disregard for conventional justice and a desire to do things differently. Adults may be able to distinguish between the two, but in children they are often one and the same thing, both bringing unexpected pleasure to their routine daily lives.
Having learned how to molest women, the boys enjoyed themselves, often falling violently under the skirts of girls like a leg-breaker off his crutch.
The girls soon realized what the boys were playing at, and became squirmy and evasive. At that time it was not too offensive to them, after all, it did not hurt, there was nothing to lose, and no one thought that the gaze was a violation, but the boys looked so sneaky that they had to look like they were being attacked too. Everyone agreed that it was a new game, and that whoever thought more about it was the one who was mentally unhealthy and wouldn’t take her next time.
As the boys crept toward them from all sides like prying dogs, they stood in a circle with their backs to each other, many with smiles on their faces in anticipation, and as soon as one of the boys stooped down, they dispersed with screams and laughter like a flock of sparrows in flight.
Some girls complained to their aunts: “Aunty, the boy molested me.”
Auntie also said, “Nonsense, how can you use this word blindly!”
We all find pleasure in “flirting”. In the eyes of the boys, girls suddenly become mysterious and attractive, like elves with hidden treasures, and if they catch one, they will make a fortune. The girl also in the boy’s pursuit of their own precious, like picking the pearl so delicate and crisp, peeled the duckbill pear so watery. Many girls have become confident, self-righteous, almost all of them are up, voice practice double high, double whine, how not how to roll their eyes at you, to come a sentence: “hate. See glass, white aluminum, even a bubble of urine, where the shadow can shine out to glance, as if who did not see it. This is all because we hold up and then give spoiled.
The most pathetic ones are the ones who don’t molest anyone for nothing.
Chen Beiyan also to the front of me, talking to me about who has a long tail. I said to her nonchalantly, “Go to the other side, and don’t pay attention to me from now on.”
Chen Beiyan is looking at me with a sad gaze, and when I turn around wherever I go, she will always be there to take a look at me. Really unbearable. I would like to ask Zhang Ningsheng Gao Yang these experts, she is not considered molestation.
Gao Yang announces that he’s going to paint a picture in public, and the subject is Chen Nanyan sitting on a potty.
We yelled to Chen Nanyan, who spat on the ground and cursed, “The painting doesn’t look like it.”
“What about the elephant?” We asked her.
“Elephants are hooligans.” Chen Nanyan said.
So Gao Yang started to draw, and we all gathered around to watch. First he drew the side of Chen Nanyan’s face: nose, eyes and mouth. After a few strokes, we were amazed, because he drew her in such a way that we could recognize that it was Chen Nanyan and not someone else. Then he drew her hair, a pair of scrunchies, exactly the way Chen Nanyan usually wears her hair, we all admired Gao Yang, this guy is really good at everything. He went down to draw Chen Nanyan’s shoulders, her skeleton, and her waist, which were all clothed, in one stroke. Finally, when he drew that vivid arc, we all laughed hysterically.
The potty was likewise painted in a more believable, convincing and evocative manner. Zhang Ningsheng held up the painting to Chen Nanyan, who immediately burst into tears as she was dressed tightly.
This cry was beyond our experience and made us think that this molestation thing was really something else, not a harmless game that could make a proud girl cry in public. I was thrilled, and the same feeling of guilt that had appeared once before struck me again. Now that’s what I call molestation. I felt vaguely touching the edge of a huge nameless object, what it was I wasn’t sure, but its odor I could already smell.
Lei Feng’s story itself is very decent, but there was one word in the story that shocked me, and that was about his mother, who was “raped” by a landlord and hung.
What does “rape” mean? I’m horrified by the word. It’s obviously also an act against women, much more serious than “molestation”, and it means to strike, and if you do, you won’t survive, and if you get hit, you’ll have to hang yourself. These two words written out more evil than it sounds, those full of violent lines and shameless skimming strokes, just look at the back of the spine will be cold, like a punch so hard. Needless to ask, just these two words together have the impression of “cruel treatment” and “damaging and unethical”, must be a kind of torture, but not allowed to use the guy, such as nailing bamboo sticks, pouring chili water, sitting in the electric chair is a violation of the rules.
I looked at the dainty girls around me, clenching my fists and gnashing my teeth, thinking about how to treat them cruelly: pinch them? Bite them? Break their fingers?
I just can’t imagine how a man could force a woman to die alive with his bare hands.
Gao Yang said to us, “That’s molesting and then hitting her, or hitting her and then molesting.”
That’s not so bad, I doubt it. I’ve hit too much Cynthia in the toilet and all she does is cry.
We went to ask Zhang Ningsheng: “Do you know how to rape?”
Zhang Ningsheng looked into the distance with his eyes and his mouth holding a stick of grass, and said word by word, “That one is going to have a little one child.”
We were dumbfounded on the spot, staying there with our mouths wide open until Zhang Ningsheng left, only then did we close our mouths, and immediately felt that our mouths were so dry that we couldn’t even gulp spit.
There is no doubt that he is right. We’ve all seen the movie “The White Haired Girl”, where the chubby poor man’s daughter, Joy, was also given to rape, and later pushed a mill with a big belly to give birth to a dead child in the dark night of lightning and thunder in the mountains.
“So,” Takayo mused, turning his face to ask me, “who did Auntie Tang rape?”
Yes, Auntie Tang, who has not come to work for a long time, also has a big belly like Joy, and we all know that there is a child there. This child is very deep, do not eat or drink like a fairy, Auntie Tang sometimes talk to him, never heard him answer.
Auntie Tang is also as sad as Joy, lazy to walk, often sitting alone under the window, eyes full of sadness.
Gao Yang and I analyzed half a day, Zhang Ningsheng does not look like, Gao Jin also do not have the guts, it can only be the old dean, the whole nursery on his a big man, only he has the strength to rape Auntie Tang, Auntie Tang still do not dare to say.
The result of our analysis is that Auntie Tang did not necessarily hang herself, but ran into the West Mountain as a white-haired girl, just like Xi’er. Because liberation has been some years ago, Auntie Tang’s consciousness must be higher than Lei Feng’s mother’s, and she has the determination to resist the struggle; otherwise, she could not have stayed in the nursery of the Military Training Department for such a long time.
Gao Yang and I look at the western mountains that line in the setting sun particularly gloomy undulating silhouette, in front of my eyes as if appearing white hair shoulders Tang aunt running jumping in the mountain gullies and ravines hunting and picking fruit figure. Although we do not like her too much, but see her down to this point, the heart is still very sympathetic, are looking forward to her early downhill.
The old dean passed by us and greeted us cordially. Gao Yang and I look at him with hatred, can not help but make a gun in the hands of the flat end of the sweeping gesture, so that the old dean is puzzled.
How could he have known that we were both in the throes of a heart attack at this very moment.
I thought a little more than Gao Yang, Auntie Tang, including Hei Er, where the baby in her belly was born from, and if not a cut in the belly, the obvious place to get it out would be the asshole. This is so disgusting that it makes me feel further scandalized and extremely dirty about the obscene act of rape.
So, did I poop out of my asshole? That thought made me feel unclean all over. It must not be, because Gunny Fong’s parents are married.
“Marriage” means that the organization approves it, that you don’t have to give birth to a child yourself, you can go to your superiors and get a child. Because ants are like that, no one gives birth to their own children, but there is a queen who gives birth to all the little ants.
Dig all the way down the ant hole and you’ll find her, she’s bigger than anyone else, white and yellow and translucent.
They have inadvertently discovered some truths about life, and they both feel viciously stimulated.
Now all the kids know what rape is. It’s in the movies. There’s a scene where the old landlord, Chen Qiang, is smiling with his chin up, reaching out and touching…
Touching what is not known. In the next scene, Xi’er’s belly is already big and snowflakes are drifting. Zhang Ningsheng also doesn’t know from which book or which movie to move a line: “Touch you are coarse and fine cloth.”
We also imitate each other in the fight, raised face grinning, while reaching out and pulling people’s pants, while chanting: “touch you are rough cloth thin cloth.” This is only among boys, into really dare to rape girls. Everyone is small, do not want children. This group of girls in the class are quite delicate, into the mountains and old forests will not live until the hair turns gray.
We were willing to play with them, and there were a few girls that we all liked, and didn’t want to push them over the edge.
Besides, it’s a crime Em.