The daily life of the Analects and Tao Te Ching

April 7

cloudy weather

With yesterday's experience, I'm a lot more familiar with working in a haunted house today, but I'm still not very good at being scary.

Those who walked into the "third operating room" looked more excited than scared.Obviously I should be scaring them, but they often scare me when they open the door.

Some people wear weird masks, some people scream when they enter the door, and some people bring their own BGM when they open the door...

Can they respect the ghost-playing staff? !

In this way, it will soon be time to change shifts.

I felt a little stuffy in the haunted house, and wanted to ask Kong Lun to go out to get some air, but he said that his work was not over yet and he couldn't leave his job.

I had to sneak out to find something to eat by myself.

There are four doors in the haunted house. In addition to the starting point and the ending point, there are two safe passages.

I originally planned to go to the lounge to change my clothes before going out, but I accidentally opened the wrong door and came directly to a dark alley.

What's the situation with this TM? !

I realized that I was going wrong, but the door behind me was closed behind me.

No way, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward, hoping that I could successfully find another safe exit door.

As I was walking, I suddenly found an orange obstacle not far in front of me.

I seem to have seen the meaning of this obstacle on TV, but before I remembered it, my foot suddenly stepped on the ground and fell into a pit.

This is a large vertical pit, and the stench from the transpiration makes people want to cut off their noses.

I turned on the flashlight that came with my phone and took a picture. There were puddles everywhere on the ground, with rotting leaves and sporadic plastic garbage floating on them.

The high place above the head is the entrance of this pothole. Although it is not very high, it is difficult to climb out with my own strength.

Until this time, I finally remembered the connotation of that orange obstacle - do not approach.

The bottom of the cave is not very big, and some exposed water pipes can be seen beside it, which seem to be dug out artificially.

This made me somewhat relieved.

Even if I can't get out, as long as I wait until dawn, there should be staff to rescue me, right?

Just thinking about it, the light of the phone suddenly disappeared.

I tried rebooting, but it didn't work.

Apparently, the phone was out of battery.

I sighed faintly, and suddenly thought of Kong Lun for some reason.

Just now I told that guy to come out to get some air, but he disappeared just like that, and the phone is still turned off when making calls. He must be very worried, right?

Or... try to climb out by yourself?

I looked for a foothold to climb upwards or a place to grab my fingers, but the cave walls were flat and slippery everywhere, and there was not even a tree root to grasp.

At this moment, I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw a prop knife brought out of the haunted house.

Although it is made of plastic, it looks solid.

I tried to chisel the wall of the cave with the knife, and sure enough there was a groove for climbing.

When I fell down just now, I accidentally broke my left foot. Although there was nothing serious, I couldn't use my strength.Therefore, I can only rely on the strength of my upper body to try to climb to the ground.

I kicked towards the slippery cave wall with my movable foot, looking for a place to step on, while my hand tightly clasped the groove cut out with a prop knife just now, pouring strength into my arms, a little bit upward crawl.

Fortunately, the hole was not very deep, and soon I crawled out with more than half of my body.

"Ghost!!!"

There was a shrill scream not far away, and I was so frightened that my hands softened and I almost fell back into the hole.

Where is the ghost? !

I looked around vigilantly, but apart from the screaming guy, I didn't see a single figure.

Anyway, let's crawl out first.

I continued to climb outside, and the man turned around and ran, but before he ran a few steps, he tripped over himself.

The same people from the end of the world, why do they know each other when they meet.

I limped on one foot and limped as he walked past.

I thought I could have a companion, and find a place to sit down and rest together, but I didn't expect him to glance at me and fainted.

This is because I fainted?

I looked at the clothes on my body and thought it was very possible.

"Brother, wake up."

I reached out and pinched one of his people, but it didn't help at all, that person's eyes were still closed.

I decided to try the "cardiopulmonary resuscitation" first aid I had seen on TV.

Since the prop knife was not easy to use when pinned to the waist, I pulled it out and planned to put it aside.

Coincidentally, someone happened to pass by at this moment.

It was dark and windy at night, and there was a man wearing a coat covered in mud and blood, holding a bloody knife in his hand, and lying in front of him was a person with closed eyes...

I can understand the mood of that passer-by when he saw this scene. If it was me, I might also be shocked.

But it was a bit too much for him to call the police without saying a word!

You still call me a perverted murderer?

If I was really a perverted killer, I would have rushed up and hacked him a few times, and would I wait for him to finish his phone call?

As you can imagine, I was called to the police station for questioning.

When I told the police the ins and outs of the incident, the whole police station burst into laughter, and the policeman sitting across from me who was interrogating me even laughed until tears came out.

"Hahahahahahaha, you are too miserable!" The policeman smiled, "You still have to pay the fine, and you can call someone to pick you up later. But this matter is a real sand sculpture, you can go to contribute."

Sand sculpture... that word again.

I've been hearing people describe me as a "sand sculpture" lately, but I can't figure out what the word means.

Isn't sand sculpture the art of piled sand?

Half an hour later, Kong Lun and the owner of the haunted house arrived at the police station.

As you can imagine, Kong Lun and I both lost our jobs after the boss received critical education from the police.

I'm terribly sorry about that, but Kong Lun doesn't care.

"It's amazing to last two days for the first part-time job!" He said, "The first time I went to work, I was fired within half an hour."

I know he said this to comfort me, but I can't tell what it feels like.

Speaking of which, I thought that after such a commotion, I would definitely not be able to get my salary today. I didn't expect the owner of the haunted house to be very kind. In addition to the salary we should pay, he also gave us an extra sum of money.

"From a certain point of view, you are considered a work-related injury. Go to the hospital and have a look. Don't fall into any trouble at a young age." He said.

After talking later, we found out that the boss had misunderstood.

He thought that Kong Lun and I were rich second generations who had run away from home and had never experienced suffering in the world, so they were out of tune with the surrounding environment.

"You are not frivolous, but since you have decided to venture out, you must be prepared to endure hardships," said the boss.

Thinking about it carefully, what he said didn't seem unreasonable.

Whether it is "The Analects of Confucius" or "Tao Te Ching", when they were first created, they were created to solve practical problems.

But with the passage of time, although some problems still exist, people's interpretation of ancient books has become more metaphysical.

Why are we not lost?Because we are "The Analects of Confucius" and "Tao Te Ching", which are the classics that Huaguo is proud of.

But why did we become classics in the first place?Even we ourselves have rarely thought about this issue...

April 7

sunny

I said on Weibo that I was fired from the haunted house. Except for a small number of people who regretted not being able to go to the haunted house to meet the base, everyone else was "hahahahahahaha".

"Hahahahahahaha, I actually fell into the pit. Although it's a bit pitiful, I just can't help but want to laugh."

"Visually, this should become a new urban legend - a crazy doctor who wanders around in the middle of the night."

"The dead soul of the doctor who climbed up from the ground is still looking for the poor experimental product after death."

"Hahahahahahahahaha, when will the blogger explode in photos?! I want to see what he looks like so that people will faint."

"One person's blood book begs the blogger to start a live broadcast!!!"

"The blogger is a sand sculpture, there is no doubt about it."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I went to that haunted house a few days ago!!!!!! QAQ I don't know if I saw the blogger, but that haunted house is really fun! The staff is super handsome! [picture]"

"!!!"

"Fuck?! Isn't this a blogger's friend?!"

"66666666666666666"

Maybe it’s because of the filter, but Kong Lun’s photo in that netizen’s photo has a sense of tranquility, which makes me feel itchy.

I secretly poked and saved that picture in my phone.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but I created a separate category for Kong Lun in the photo album of my mobile phone, and all the photos in it are his photos.

Most of them were taken secretly by me, and some were taken by netizens like today.

In comparison, I feel that I still shoot better.

Kong Lun is good at everything about this guy, but he likes to hold it in front of outsiders, and he always feels that it is not natural.

But it's different at home, it's obviously the same expression, but I just think it's cuter.

Does this prove that he doesn't regard me as an outsider in his heart?

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly felt sweet, and a smile appeared on my face involuntarily.

"It's really strange." Kong commented.

"Ok?"

I put down my phone, just in time to meet Kong Lun's eyes.

He put his hands on the back of the chair and was looking at me intently.

My cheeks were hot, as if my little secret had been exposed, I looked away unnaturally.

"It's rare to see you showing such a silly expression." He laughed.

Did I look silly just now?It's obviously true!

"What do you always see me doing!" I asked a little angrily.

"Recently, you often have various small expressions, which are super cute." Kong Lun smiled, "Sometimes you purse your lips and smile by yourself, sometimes you pretend to be calm, and sometimes you are shy..."

"Stop it!" I said.

I thought my little emotions were perfectly concealed, but Kong Lun saw them all.

In his opinion, I must be acting like a fool recently, right?

"You're shy again." Kong commented.

"No!" I retorted, "You're not me, how do you know I'm shy?"

"Feel it." Kong Lun thought for a while, and said softly, "After all, I have... known you for so long. Although some subtle changes cannot be expressed, I can feel them."

Can you feel it?Will he find that I pay more attention to him than before?

I suddenly felt a little guilty, and silently changed the classification of the phone album from "Confucius" to "Angel".

Although there is suspicion of deception, but I always feel that as long as the performance is not so obvious, he will not find out.

The author has something to say: [Serial text seeking collection]

"What is the use of my millions of fans"

Yueqing people have two faces:

One is the veteran veteran of the N Big Crosstalk Club, and the other is the emotional blogger with millions of fans on Weibo.

Daily life is fishing in the cross talk club during the day, and pretending to be aggressive in Chaohua at night.

Life was blissful, until he met that elementary school boy who made people look at him for thousands of years.

He has long been familiar with the provocative routines: creating topics, getting closer, being shameless and thick-skinned.

But the doctor is not only unable to heal himself, but also an invincible cosmic coward.

He went online and saw how someone chased after a brother from the same club through a crazy private message, so he used himself to make a move all night, but he didn't expect to be cornered by the junior he had a crush on the next day.

Tan Chang: Senior, I like your...cross talk, can you be with me...as a partner?

Yue Qing retorted instinctively: cross talk?nonexistent!You might as well say you like me.

After both fell off the horse...

Yue Qing:? ? ?

Tan Chang:! ! !

[Pre-received documents for collection]

"Devil San's Real World Records"

i am a demon

What Jesus or Socrates went through won't save me,

Even Siddhartha, whose Dharma is boundless, is of no benefit to me.

My handwritten words, my spoken words

They are all nightmares that push people into the abyss,

My apology will make the object of the apology disappear from this world;

My praise will make the object of praise lose the shining point of pride;

My gratitude will bring bad luck to the person being thanked.

Fate has no mercy, God's night has no end.

and so……

Those who want to purify me with religious beliefs, please put down the "Bible" in your hand, I am allergic to God!

The person who wants to influence me with love, you fucking want to give away your head, I will send you to heaven in minutes with a "thank you"!

And that boy who always pretends that he has devil eyes, please stay away from me, I'm really not a second child!