My wife and I went to an adult toy store.

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Tonight, I watched a patriotic disaster movie with my wife in bed, called "Super Typhoon." In the film, the officials calmly commanded the response to the typhoon, and as a result, after the typhoon passed, not a single life was lost—not even a dog or a fish died. It had a happy ending, much better than the American movie "The Day After Tomorrow."
After watching the show, I got a little hungry, so I got up and went out for a late-night snack with my wife.
On my way home, I passed a sex toy store and thought I'd buy some condoms. As soon as I entered, I saw the owner was a middle-aged man with a shifty, weasel-like face. The moment he saw my wife, his eyes immediately darted around, staring at her intently. I felt a bit annoyed. I bought the condoms and prepared to leave quickly.
My wife, for some unknown reason, kept staring at the vibrators on the shelf. The shopkeeper perked up and recommended, "Miss, buy one; it'll add some spice to your relationship."
My wife actually stopped and asked, "Boss, how much are these?"
The shop owner said, "That depends on the model. I have both domestic and imported ones."
I almost choked on my food. I grabbed my wife and started to leave, saying, "What's wrong with you? Why did you buy this?"
My wife looked at me defiantly and said, "Just take a look. Is that not allowed?" She broke free from me and started examining the shelves more closely.
I felt a little embarrassed, so I pretended to light a cigarette and casually glanced at the medicine advertisements on the wall.
My wife asked the shop owner, "What's the difference between your domestically produced and imported products?"
The shop owner smiled broadly: "Domestic products have more functions, but the quality is average, though the price is more affordable. Foreign products are of superior quality, the materials feel better, and the after-sales service is excellent, with a one-year warranty."
My wife asked, "What features do domestically made products have?"
The shopkeeper swiftly grabbed one from the counter and demonstrated it on the spot: "Look, this can rotate." With the push of a switch, the thing began to hum and spin.
I couldn't bear to watch any longer, so I turned my head away.
My wife asked, "Why is it spinning so slowly?"
The shopkeeper laughed: "You don't expect me to take it back and use it as an electric fan, do you? Why do you need it so fast?"
My wife asked, "Are there any other functions?"
The boss said, "It also comes with an MP3 player and Bluetooth."
I almost choked on my late-night snack, imagining two women each holding a vibrator and playing songs on it. It seemed absurd and ridiculous.
My wife asked again, "How's the sound quality? What songs are on it? Can I play one for you?" The shop owner said, "Sure, the sound quality is guaranteed to be good. Here you go."
Then turn on the music switch on the base.
After a brief silence, a powerful tenor voice suddenly burst from inside, startling me. The song went like this: "We soldiers, what's so different about us? It's just that we all wear simple military uniforms. We soldiers, what's so different about us? Since leaving our hometowns, we rarely see our parents. In truth, we're the same, all in the prime of our youth, all passionate young men."
I thought to myself: Why does this thing have this kind of song on it?
His wife frowned; "Why is it a song like this? It has no charm at all!"
The shop owner wiped the sweat from his brow and explained awkwardly, "Sorry, this is the song that came with the app. Please change it." So he pressed the next song.
After a moment of silence, a soprano began to sing: "Ah, the story of spring, ah, the story of spring, in 1979 it was a spring, an old man drew a circle on the edge of the South China Sea..."
I almost vomited blood, and couldn't help but weakly ask, "Boss, do you mean that women think about praising China's reform and opening up while using this product??"
The shop owner was even more embarrassed: "Then let's change to another song." He pressed the next song button again.
When that song started playing, I almost fainted. It went like this: "Two tigers, two tigers, running fast! They have no tails, no ears, how strange, how strange..." My wife laughed and said, "Boss, you even have nursery rhymes?"
The shop owner scratched the back of his head, embarrassed, and said, "Actually, if you're not satisfied with these songs, you can download them at home yourself."
I said, "These manufacturers are so unromantic. Why do they play this kind of music? Wouldn't it be better to play something romantic and lyrical?"
The boss said, "You don't understand. Now the higher-ups require artistic works to be healthy and uplifting, actively promoting the mainstream ideology. If we don't release songs like this, they won't pass censorship, and the factory will go bankrupt..."
Finally, my wife and I bought an imported one and went home. Walking down the street, I thought of the movie "Super Typhoon" and the songs I heard in the store. I felt that this was truly a strange world. The whole country was like a giant massage stick, filled with a dominant theme everywhere. People were indulging in this melody, indulging in their own fantasies. Everywhere I looked, there was harmony.

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