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In 2018, the nine-in-one election and referendum were counted for dozens of days.

Ten days is enough to blow up a tornado of public opinion without getting tired of propaganda; at the foot of the tree, the temple, the entrance of the orange shop, next to the open-air karaoke, and on the chessboard, the "real" is just about to move. And the truth, at this moment, is trapped in the mirrors that mirror each other, between the virtual and the real, and falls in a trance.

The strategist at the campaign headquarters took "creative ideas" from political opinion programs, shortened and embellished the sentences, added a little "pink flavor", and modified them into language that the villagers could understand. .

"Big boy, the "shit hugging" you explained has been "laid" (Line) to Chen Sangah!" The thin guy combed his oily hair and walked in panting; the back of his shirt had colonies left by sweat. The boundary, that is the claw marks left by Qiuhu, and the muscle lines with "edges and horns" have the effect of blurring into bold letters. After cleaning, Asang couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It’s not easy to be a good guy these days. You have to invest in a gym and speak English in order to be in line with international standards. Loyalty is no longer “I’m willing to cut a knife for you”, but sprinkled with capitalism. Microplastic glitter is like the "free" love pushed by an algorithm. The basis of the relationship is the effective exchange of interests and measurable values, and all of this is in line with ethical standards.

On the other end of "Lai", Chen Sang, who started from scratch, certainly did not dare to be sloppy in the face of large customers who have cooperated for many years, and quickly passed the slogan and the image of the customer to the crush typesetting below.

It was printed overnight, and the next morning, from horizontal cloth strips to vertical flags, and the additional purchase of the "Successful Election A Package" - which includes lighters, ballpoint pens, mineral water, facial tissue, etc., everything is waiting for the crush Neatly and stably counted them, packed them into the fortune car together, and prepared to "plant flags" along the dense grid of the island, not letting go of any telephone poles in the constituency, as if they were "throwing the poles" (thiāu-á-kha) The concept of " Pop Art " was concretized in the form of "Pop Art" and violently occupied people's field of vision.

Yun Jiang (ùn-tsiàng) briskly jumped into the old blue-skin fortune car and fed the scratched pirated CD into the stereo; the first song in ten thousand years is Ye Qitian's love to win :

 Life is like the waves on the sea sometimes rise and fall, good luck and bad luck, always love and work

"Three points are destined, seven points depend... depend... khàu-iau!" As he was about to enter the climax of the chorus, a reverse knight without a helmet suddenly appeared in front of him, and he hurriedly stepped on it. Tightening the brakes, he honked the long horn twice, "Damn you!" Watching the woman leave as if nothing had happened, Brother Yun Jiang had no choice but to turn his anger into words, and slammed into the air (kiāu ) for a トラッku (torakku), while pulling the car to the right, get out of the car and check whether there is an "accident" in the rear body (mi̍h-kiānn).

That's Grandma, she's always like this, driving in the opposite direction because she's in a hurry.

Grandma's time is not calculated in twenty-four hours, but "relativity" - relative to the needs of the family; whenever the need arises, Grandma will incarnate into a "knight", no matter it is windy, rainy or sunny According to the photo, as long as the family speaks the secret words "Aminzai", "Zhamou" or "Amu", she will take action to "rescue"; and love, love is perseverance, it is a big gamble that will not get the principal back.

The father who is waiting to be fed is a chubby sofa potato; the daughter who is "stuck in the shadows" has lost the minimum desire to survive as a human being - Maslow's pyramid of needs has been removed several layers, and it is crumbling.

Ten minutes ago, at 11:57 noon, my mother was kicked out of the house by my father because he was hungry and was crying (khàu-iau). At that time, I was still wearing my pajamas and washing up. The sound insulation of the old building (lâu-á-tshù) is very poor, and you can hear it clearly if you speak a little louder. There are no secrets in this house, and even whispers must be covered with thick quilts so that the pain will not escape.

Kneading his back, which was aching from sleeping for too long, he walked downstairs and saw in the living room from the corridor, Ah Xuan was sitting directly opposite Dad, the two were "sipping tea", and the TV channel was still broadcasting Zhongtian News; The person with the TV remote controls the right to speak, and the cold war between me and my dad has been going on for more than a month.

In the political talk show, behind the host is projected the fifteenth case of the referendum topic:

 Do you agree that the "Gender Equality Education Law" clearly stipulates that gender equality education should be implemented in all stages of national education, and the content should cover courses such as emotional education, sex education, and gay education?

The famous talkers on the show were discussing lively, and the "Lai" alert sound of Abba's mobile phone also sounded. )", he replayed it after watching it once, and deliberately turned up the volume of his phone, and said to Ah Xuan, "How could such a person be a teacher, fuck, * actually teach the boy to 'anal sex'. Two 𡳞Birds (lān-tsiáu) are yay (tu̍h), so cool, dead perverts, specializing in scolding the river (kha-tshng) ê.”

"You can also show it to others, it will be cool (bô)." I couldn't help but retort.

"You went out to give people a dry life, and you died." Abba 's face was as red as a savage surrounded by a campfire to keep warm, and the opposite was A Xuan who didn't say a word.

Although speech is invisible, it is like the tip of a thin needle. When encountering a self-esteem that inflates like a taut balloon, the needle only needs to be slid lightly and it will explode.

I saw with my own eyes how "words" burned my father's self-esteem to pieces; if I recorded this process with time-lapse photography, it would probably be like when I was a child during the Chinese New Year, I always clamored for the fairy stick that my father bought, and the moment it ignited , a stream of light burst out, scorchingly, splashing away to the people close to him.

However, I was running out of time and had to flee the scene before the first teardrop rolled from my eyes, rushing like the March Hare in Alice in Wonderland.

I remembered what my grandmother once said, when I was a child, when I cried, it was like a faucet that could not be turned off; just before I was about to be drowned by my own tears, the familiar sound of a motorcycle came from downstairs, followed by a quarrel, and finally, the Bang bang bang upstairs.

I saw my mother open the door I forgot to lock. "Why are you crying? What's there to cry about? Your father just presses the button. He speaks without any fuss . You'll be over after a while." She burned the candle at both ends, wiping the sweat off her face. beads.

At this moment, I have become aphasia and can only give silence. "Dark matter" grew rapidly in my body, and as tears spread out of my body, the whole room was like a vacuum, and there was only female sadness.

"You don't have to cry all the time, don't talk, do you want your mother to help you take your shirt off?" I'm not sure if the heat of menopause is eating away at her patience, or as a "desperate" mother who can only seek the gods in the end Woolen cloth? And the gods have been her mentors for many years.

"If I can't cry, do you want me to die?" I know how heavy it is for a mother to say this as a child. I know.

My mother turned away from me, sadness condensed and shattered under her every step.

I don't know how long it took, the tears could no longer flow, the eyes were sore, and the body was very tired.

I walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the crossroads in the distance. A huge billboard had just been erected. The candidate showed eight white teeth and clenched his right hand. reads:

 "Refuse gay partners to protect our next generation"

annotation:

1. The information about "elementary school teachers teaching schoolchildren about anal sex" that went viral in the Line group is actually a decontextualized video screenshot of the program. The initial incident began when the students in the teacher's class actively asked "What is a condom?" during class. Therefore, after the teacher wrote a letter to ask for the consent of more than 10 parents, a set of "Sex Equality Education Curriculum" was designed. ”, from the picture book to talk about the body, and then into the condom teaching and so on. For more information, see "Cofacts True and False ".