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People flowed out of Taocheng Station, scattering in all directions with a crash, like a bucket of water poured into a river, and it was no longer clear which water was in the original bucket. The sky above Taocheng was cloudy, and the clouds seemed to be enchanted, moving low and slowly. My feet stepped on the hard urban land, but I felt like I was floating on the boundless sea. My body was ups and downs, and the long breathing of the sea was in my ears. This strange hallucination destroyed the judgment I had accumulated for eighteen years. Taocheng, as a city, had such great prestige that it made me as small as a grain of dust. When I later left Taocheng, this feeling came again unexpectedly. Yes, at that time I firmly believed that I was a grain of dust, not even a drop of water. While I was standing in Taocheng Square, facing the city and feeling overwhelmed, my companion Hongqing was excited. The square drawing board was attached to Hongqing's thin back, making Hongqing look strange.

Even if you go far, far away, I still want to wait for you and go to the place where we met

If I told you that I came to Huancheng because of a dream, you would definitely think it was absurd. In fact, who can guarantee that you will not live in absurdity every day. Dreams are a kind of rumor in the heart, don't you think so? Life and dreams modify each other. A false thing may exist in essence. No, this is said by a man named Borges. He is a blind man. For him, day is like night. He has two nights, and it is easier to live in dreams. Sorry, of course I'm not a professor. Do you think I'm showing off? Then I'll apologize first. I work as a riveter in a shipyard. I cut out iron plates and welded them onto another iron plate. Gradually, something called a ship came into being. At the beginning, it looked nothing like a ship. It was like a tree being a tree, and wood being wood. It was not a bar or a sofa at all.

The old scalper is really old. Like humans, cows also have old legs. They can never run vigorously and can only walk slowly. With every step, the parts in his body are shaken and make a rattling sound. Most of the time, he just lies on the ground to recuperate, his loose skin droops on the ground, and he can't even breathe. When he was young, he breathed hard, his nostrils fluttered exaggeratedly, and he sprayed out white air in a showy way became a distant memory. He rarely ruminates and always lies leisurely in a sunny place, as if reminiscing about his lost years. For him, whose beard is full of stories, spiritual rumination seems to be more enjoyable than chewing grass. Generally, cattle will be sold to Hu Yidao's butcher shop in Niu Town after they reach their prime, about ten years. Each of the still healthy cattle is blinded by the lingering aroma from Hu Yidao's butcher shop. Hu Yidao smiles, watching these cattle happily entering the backyard with a bright black door. Hu Yidao knows that their smell will be mixed with this intoxicating aroma the next day.