
Performance Artist
by Wu Liuwei
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They didn't recognize me, which I didn't expect. I am naturally very happy. But it's also a bit frustrating. I had not thought beforehand that once they recognized me, the scene would definitely turn into a comedy. They all gathered towards me, bursting into laughter as they tore off the rotten straw hat on my head, the foam box on my shoulders, the wrinkled blue cloth blouse, the black cloth trousers with mud stains on the lower half, and even the old and damaged Jiefang shoes on my feet. It must be like this. They were all mixed up, some were pulling their heads, some were pulling their legs, and the scene was noisy and chaotic. Maybe the female classmate would hold up a wet tissue to wipe away the wrinkles on my forehead and the black mud on my face. Then she would take out a comb and comb the hair that was messed up by the straw hat on my head, and deliberately create a funny big parting.
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