Generation Z Artists

Chapter 4 The Times Calls Me to Conquer

After drinking the beer they brought, the three brothers went to sleep on the kang in the big room.

Fang Xinghe sorted out the first-year junior high school textbooks and placed them on the desk in the cabin according to categories.

His house has a living room, two bedrooms and a kitchen at the back. The main room has a kang, a sofa, a coffee table, a TV cabinet and a TV. If we go back five years, his living conditions would be considered quite good.

However, after Fang Xinghe's father went to the south, he became obsessed with going to the United States to make a lot of money.

He couldn't go directly, so the man smuggled into South Korea in the dark night.

The man's initial excuse was that it was easy to make money out there, and that the big bucks could be used to pay for Xiao Fang's mother's medical treatment. But the man disappeared without a trace after he left, and people thought he was dead. However, it was clear that some of his fellow villagers saw him living a very dissolute and comfortable life over there.

Fang Xinghe couldn't understand, but he felt the same way as Xiao Fang was feeling.

In the dead of night, he spread out his manuscript paper and wrote down three topics with emotion.

"Youth is fucked"

Sex, Violence, and Lies

13 Years and 9785 Days

After they had drawn up the outlines, he crossed out the third title and changed it to "Another day when I really want to grow up."

Just by looking at the names of the first two articles, one can feel a sense of sharpness, wildness, irritability, arrogance, and rebellion...

In short, an unusual atmosphere is overwhelming.

However, Fang Xinghe did not just vent his emotions. In fact, the article "Youth" was his retrospective insight into adolescence, while "Lies" mainly satirized the rogue marriages that were based on sex.

If you want to become famous by publishing one or two essays in New Concept, you must maximize the impact.

To make an analogy: while others are writing their youthful fantasies in a very elegant manner, Fang Xinghe is driving a mud truck recklessly, crashing into everyone on the road.

Finally, all the judges were beaten to a pulp and the deal was done.

However, in order to prevent the organizer from being afraid to approve the manuscript, a safety card has to be arranged.

"Another Day I Want to Grow Up" is used as a backup.

The above two articles are just for showing off.

The last article observes the current era from a super-dimensional perspective. It is slightly literary and not bad.

After deciding on the overall idea and writing a rough draft, Fang Xinghe thought he could finish it in one go. However, he became so sleepy after writing just the beginning that his eyelids started to droop.

"Chu, this endurance is a bit unworthy of this face..."

Fang Xinghe covered the manuscript paper, went to the kitchen to add a piece of honeycomb coal to the earthen stove, returned to the big house, crawled into the quilt, fell asleep in three seconds, and slept soundly.

When he got up, the three lazy bastards were still bubbling with snot, so he was happy again.

"My buddy's endurance may not be that great, but his recovery ability is strong!"

Then I suddenly thought about it and it didn't feel right. If endurance is duration, then recovery is number of times. So no matter how you look at it, the former is more important, right?
No!

While you are still in the growth stage, you need to eat more and exercise more.

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went out and stood in the Wudang Tai Chi stance in the yard.

Start, practice, and end the exercise.

Xiao Fang was in pretty good physical condition, and he stood for 15 minutes. He felt slightly warm all over and felt great.

Don't think too much, this is not some kind of Chinese martial art that is only for killing enemies without any show, it's just some basic skills.

In the later era, various Taoist standing exercises, Eight-Section Brocade Yi Jin Jing, Vajra Longevity Exercise and other methods have long lost their mysterious veil and are popular among white-collar workers and middle-aged and elderly people.

Even if you practice thoroughly, you can't fight, but it's true that it's good for your health.

The special thing about Wudang Sanfeng Tai Chi Posture is that it is the foundation of Wudang Tai Chi.

Fang Xinghe had no idea how many schools of Tai Chi there were. Anyway, as long as it could stretch the muscles and bones, invigorate the blood, and strengthen the spirit, any school would be fine.

After sweating profusely, I went back to the room and wiped it off. The feeling of being healthy and alive suddenly filled my heart, which was very refreshing.

Then I started to feel hungry.

The healthy body of a 13-year-old boy is really troublesome, but also alive and full of vitality.

"Get up!"

Fang Xinghe went to the main room and woke up his three younger brothers, urging them to get up: "Hurry up and think about what to eat."

No one knows how to cook, so we can only go out to eat.

While wandering around looking for food, the three little brothers were muttering to each other behind.

"What's going on, boss?"

“That’s not right…”

"I suddenly stopped sleeping in for no apparent reason. What are you so excited about?" "Is there any need to think about it? I'm just horny!"

"Fuck! Keep your voice down! If you want to die, don't drag us into it."

"Who? Who is it directed at?"

"Lu Tingting and Fang Yuting, they can't escape."

"Bullshit! It can't be Lu Tingting, she only has me in her heart!"

"You really are... Did Lu Tingting respond to you when you talked to her?"

"You don't understand girls. Good girls are shy! If she doesn't have a crush on me, then why does she always blush when I chat with her?"

Fang Xinghe, who had come over at some point, glanced at Dang Tao and couldn't help laughing: "When you're chatting with people, you always reach into their crotch. Not to mention Lu Tingting, even Lu Tingting's mother would blush if she saw it."

"puff……"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Liu Fu and Yu Xiaoduo laughed so hard that their throats almost split.

"I'm not! I didn't! I, I…"

He tried to explain with a red face, but found that his explanation was not clear, so he had to admit dejectedly: "I don't want to, but I always feel itchy..."

Liu Fu leaped 3 meters away and said, "Fuck! Do you have some weird thing growing on you?!"

"No!" Diao Dang was extremely angry, "I'm just sweating a lot! Fuck you jungler!"

Fang Xinghe roughly understood and offered a solution: "Change to boxer briefs in the future, and make sure they are pure cotton."

"Does it work?"

"It works."

So he was happy again after picking his crotch: "I knew it! I'm the only one who picks it when I have nothing to do. No one else has ever touched it. How could there be something growing on it?"

Liu Fu suddenly had an idea: "Could it be because you always tear the toilet paper and then go to your crotch without washing your hands?"

"impossible!"

He was only determined for a second, then he looked at Fang Xinghe with a guilty conscience: "No, brother?"

Fang Xinghe had a terrible headache and slapped his forehead hard: "You should pay more attention to hygiene in the future!"

Children of this era...

Even with a father and a mother, he is still like a wild child.

After playing around a bit and then eating a meal of fried dough sticks, soy milk and meat buns at the entrance of the alley, Fang Xinghe began to assign tasks to them.

"Bully rich, go find your sister and borrow all the textbooks for the third grade of junior high school. I need them."

He looked at me like a madman and said, "Brother, what are you doing? Studying?!"

"Well, I don't want to mess around anymore, I want to study."

Fang Xinghe replied calmly. The three brothers looked at each other, their eyes and hands numb, and they were unable to speak.

Fang Xinghe was too lazy to explain, he just knocked on the table: "Get rich suddenly?"

"Ahh..." Liu Fu woke up with a smile on his chubby face, "Okay! Um, do you want the exercise book?"

"want."

Fang Xinghe turned around and looked at the two guys again: "Who of you will go to Fang Yuting and borrow the complete files of the New Concept Competition for me?"

"I go!"

Before Yu Xiaoduo could finish his words, he had already rushed out, and his voice came back from afar: "Brother, wait for me at home!"

He was always so proactive in doing things for Fang Xinghe, fearing that he would be redundant.

When Taodang heard that he had to read a book, he lost all hope and quickly got up and ran away: "Well, Lu Tingting always needs me every weekend, I have to go see her..."

Fang Xinghe didn't stop him, but waved his hand to let him go.

After the crotch-pulling man ran away in a hurry, Liu Fu came over and whispered, "He is bragging. Lu Tingting likes you, Boss."

Neuropathy.

You are thirteen or fourteen years old, what do you know about love?
Fang Xinghe waved his hand again and chased him away: "Go do your work, hurry up."

"Oh! See you this afternoon then."

In the afternoon, Liu Fu really came on his bike with a pile of books, and Yu Xiaoduo brought Fang Yuting's copybook early.

Fang Xinghe told them to stop making noise recently and began to retreat.

(End of this chapter)