Chapter 197 I’m here to eat sugar, this book title doesn’t sound sugary
The dog-eater chapter promoted a novel?
Many readers read their short and weak updates.
I was a little surprised to see the recommendation of a novel called "The Nose" at the end of the chapter.
In addition to Fantong's surprisingly enthusiastic recommendation, what was even more surprising was the name of this novel.
"Is this specifically for teaching people about noses?"
"I feel like this isn't the same genre as Fan Tong's dog food posts. I don't really want to read them."
"Me too. I came here for the sugar. This book title doesn't sound sugary at all."
"That's right, if you have time to promote other people's chapters, wouldn't it be nice to write more?!"
"Well, we're also fans of Fantong after all. He's pushing it so hard, so we should just go over and show some support!"
"Yes, let's go and see if his friend is as short and weak as him."
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Most of the readers said this and then reluctantly went to the homepage to search for the title of the book and clicked in.
Haidu...
In a messy bachelor apartment, a man with an unshaven beard, messy hair and a depressed spirit was sitting on the sofa, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a beer bottle in the other. According to Fan Tong's recommendation, he found the novel called "The Nose".
The man's name was Li Qinglin. Just a year ago, he started a business for the first time in his life with great ambition. However, in the first half of the month, due to lack of experience, he was unable to sustain the business and the company went bankrupt, and all the family savings were spent.
Recently he feels that the attitudes of his family, relatives and friends towards him have changed.
Especially his wife, the two of them seemed no longer as close as before and were gradually becoming distant. He had even been considering whether to file for divorce to give her some relief these days.
However, he couldn't bear to give up the relationship they had for so many years. He felt that he really still loved her, and he was becoming more and more afraid to go back to see her.
He was also afraid that after he returned, his wife would suddenly ask for divorce one day, so he locked himself in this bachelor apartment all day and didn't want to see anyone.
He is staying alone in the apartment. He doesn't usually play games, but in order to focus his attention and pass the time, he has been obsessed with reading novels recently.
In addition, his relationship with his wife has been very tense recently. So, it was natural for him to become a fan of Fan Tong's novels.
Although the author is quite unsuccessful, his writing is not that good, and he does not update that quickly, the novel as a whole is still good. At least it reminds him of the sweetness of his time with his wife.
So today when he saw the novel called "Nose" recommended by the author, although Li Qinglin was not very interested, he still decided to come and support it. He found the novel, clicked on it and started reading.
This short story is very short.
The story begins with a description of an old monk's nose.
One can't help but imagine the appearance of the old monk's nose, which is "five or six inches long, hanging from the upper lip to the chin". It also makes people want to continue watching. Will such a nose cause trouble to the old monk, and what kind of mentality does he have towards it?
When the old monk was eating, the tip of his nose would easily "poke into the rice in the bowl", so he could only "instruct a disciple to sit opposite him" and use "a wooden stick to lift his nose for him". However, one day, the disciple accidentally sneezed and his hand shook, and his nose got stuck into the porridge.
This incident spread even throughout Kyoto.
The old monk is over fifty years old. From the time he was a novice monk until now when he was promoted to a priest in the inner temple, he has always been troubled by the issue of his nose.
Of course, he pretended not to care on the surface.
It was not only because he felt that as a monk who should concentrate on attaining rebirth in the Pure Land, he should not worry about his nose, but more importantly, he did not want others to know that he took the matter of his nose to heart.
In his daily conversations, he was most afraid to mention the word "nose".
The nose deeply reminded the old monk of his existence, and the gossip and ridicule of the local people also made him unable to concentrate on chanting scriptures.
He had secretly looked in the mirror, observed others, searched through ancient texts, and tried various remedies for shrinking his nose. He even went so far as to drink crow's claw soup and smear rat urine on his nose, but nothing worked.
Li Qinglin in front of the mobile phone screen felt a little surprised.
The old monk actually drank crow's claw soup because of this nose problem? And smeared rat urine on his nose?
What's next?
Can he escape this distress?
Li Qinglin continued reading:
After finding no other solution, the old monk could only bear the distress brought by his nose alone, and he felt isolated and helpless.
When the old monk was suffering from the pain of his nose every day, he heard from his enthusiastic disciple that he could make his nose shorter.
[But because he was afraid that others would know that he cared a lot about his nose, even though he was eager to know, he still didn't say that he wanted to try that method right away. But at the same time, he kept saying in a relaxed tone that he was bothering his apprentice with every meal, which made him feel uneasy.
Finally, after his disciple's earnest persuasion, he reluctantly accepted the treatment, saying it was difficult to refuse his disciple's kindness.
Seeing this, Li Qinglin frowned slightly.
In fact, it can be seen that the old monk’s young apprentice really cares about him, but why is the old monk unwilling to confess to his apprentice that his nose brings him distress and pain?
After all, he still can't let go of his arrogance as a high monk.
He continued reading: The method was extremely simple. It involved first scalding the nose with hot water that was too hot to penetrate a finger, and then having someone step on the nose with their foot.
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After the old monk burned his nose, the disciple stepped hard on the still steaming nose with both feet.
He lay there on his side, with his nose pressed to the floor, watching his apprentice's feet move up and down before his eyes.
The apprentice's face showed an apologetic look from time to time. He looked down at the old monk's bald head and asked, "Does it hurt? The doctor said to step on it hard, but does it hurt?"
The old monk wanted to shake his head to indicate that it didn't hurt.
But his nose was stepped on, and he couldn't shake his head. He rolled his eyes and looked at his apprentice's chapped feet, and said in a slow, angry voice, "It doesn't hurt."
To be honest, my nose is itchy, and it feels more comfortable than painful.
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The old monk stretched out his nose, which had been burned twice, and saw that it was indeed much shorter than before, almost like an ordinary hooked nose.
He stroked his shortened nose and shyly looked at himself in the mirror his apprentice had brought out for him.
The nose, which had drooped down to the chin, had shrunk incredibly and now only remained in a clumsy position above the upper lip.
It's covered with red spots, perhaps the marks of being stepped on.
The old monk looked at his face in the mirror and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. This way, he was sure no one would laugh at him anymore.
Li Qinglin also breathed a sigh of relief. "It really was cured. Now the old monk should be able to get rid of this trouble and pain, right?"
After all, the old monk has been troubled by his nose for half his life.
However, the following plot surprised Li Qinglin.
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