The Genius Critic and the Moron 1-3

At

a grand second-anniversary party in the city of color, two friends met. One was known as the genius
critic Wei Chen, and the other as the dim-witted author Zhang Ziwu. The genius critic, surrounded by beautiful women, headed to the feast.
He had just finished eating and drinking, his lips glistening with oil, like ripe cherries. He
smelled of white wine and orange blossom.

The women frequently clinked glasses with him, and the genius critic, feigning intoxication, collapsed on the table. Supported by the women, he headed
to his room. At that moment, the dim-witted author also came down from the feast, rushing to the toilet
. He reeked of ham and alcohol. Behind him stood a thin woman with a long chin—his wife
. And a tall middle school student with one narrow eye—his son.

"Dim-witted son," the genius critic couldn't help but call out the nickname upon seeing the dim-witted author. "Is it really you
? My friend! Long time no see!"

"Oh!" the dim-witted author exclaimed in surprise. "Genius critic! Childhood friend!
Where have you come from?" The two friends hugged and kissed three times, then looked at each other, their eyes filled with tears.
Both were surprised and delighted.

"My dear genius critic!" the intellectually challenged author said after kissing the genius critic. "This is unexpected
! What a surprise! To run into you here. Well, take a good look at me! You're
still as handsome as ever! Still as dashing as ever, still so impeccably dressed! Good heavens! Hmm,
how are you? Are you well-off? Are you married? As for me, you see, I am married. ... This is my
wife , Louisa, maiden name Wanzenbach (reserved) ... She is a Protestant. ... This is my son
, Nafanair (reserved), a third-year high school student. Let me introduce you," he said to his wife and son, "this man before you
is called Weichen, a childhood friend of mine! We went to high school together!"

Nafanair thought for a moment, then took off his hat and bowed to the genius critic. The genius critic returned the bow with a smile
.

"Do you remember, we went to high school together!" The dim-witted author seemed to revel in
the past , and he continued. "I wonder if you still remember how everyone made fun of you? They
nicknamed you the genius critic because you have a good skill - just read and write less novels. This is not something
everyone can do. You think you are mediocre in writing and call yourself a newbie (Note: 2016-2
020) You have been writing novels for so many years, so you have the nerve to call yourself a newbie. At that time, we all thought you
were hypocritical, and we were right.”

The imbecile author was so excited that he completely forgot that the talented critic who was pretending to be drunk and sober was
stimulated by his words.
But the poor, imbecile author didn't notice at all. He kept talking, "Although your writing is
mediocre, you have a bright eye when looking at other people's works. This is the so-called "high vision but low hand". You are really amazing
. Most professional critics always like to use this sentence to excuse themselves." After saying this, he started to laugh
.

"Haha, really? How come I didn't know?" The genius critic chuckled along, but
a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. A moment later, he narrowed his supposedly captivating eyes and asked, "Time flies
. More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye. You're married, and your son is in elementary school now, while I'm
still all alone . But when you were talking about the past, I remembered your old friends gave you a
nickname."

"Yes. They called me 'Mentally challenged'," the author of "Mentally Challenged" replied carelessly. "Because I
always like to say whatever comes to mind, without considering other people's feelings, even if it's the truth
. Haha... We were all kids back then! *slightly annoyed* I see you're drunk now, are you alright?
Do you need me to help you inside?"

"Heh, no need, you seemed to be walking very fast earlier, did you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Oh dear, I almost forgot about the important thing." The dim-witted author slapped his thigh, "I was thinking about
going to the bathroom, but I didn't expect to run into an old acquaintance here and forget about it."

"How about this, you go first, let's arrange a time to chat another day, it's been more than ten years since we last saw each other
, we should have a good get-together."

"We should have a good get-together, you haven't attended any class reunions all these years, so many beautiful girls in the class have been
taken by pigs . You don't know, every time there's a reunion, there's always a woman asking why you don't come."

"Who wants me?" The genius critic was very excited to hear about a woman.

"Who else could it be? Zhou Yangbao, the prettiest girl in our class. I remember you used to chase after her."

"Really? How could I forget?" The genius critic frowned.

"You're not really that forgetful, are you? I remember you were madly in love with her back then. You even got into a fight with Shi
Erda him. How could you forget?"

"I don't have your memory," the genius critic deliberately changed the subject. "Aren't you in a hurry to pee?
Go on. Be careful not to get cystitis."

"You're so kind to me," the mentally challenged author said gratefully.

"Well then, goodbye." The genius critic deliberately made a difficult waving goodbye. He was then
helped , and couldn't help but say, "Damn, he's so long-winded. I've never seen such
an ungrateful guy. He's really mentally challenged, just like his name suggests." This made the beautiful girl next to him laugh.

"Knowing he's mentally challenged, you still talked so much with him. Aren't you mentally challenged too?" the beautiful girl laughed.

"What you think I wanted was just what he forced me to do. He's an idiot. Luckily, I didn't give him his contact information
. It's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune,"

the beautiful woman said. "Don't be too smug. Get out of here too. Anything can change." Just then, the dim-witted
author caught up, grabbing the genius critic's hand and saying, "Look at me, I forgot about you! I forgot to ask for your
contact information. What's your phone number?"

"I never remember phone numbers," the genius critic answered bluntly, his gaze falling
on . He muttered softly, "What a jinx."

The dim-witted author, preoccupied with not getting her contact information, naturally didn't notice his words. He continued
to press , "Uh, do you still have your phone? Let's add each other on WeChat and chat."

"Excuse me, I don't have my phone with me, I'm really sorry," the genius critic said
, but his true intentions were quite different. However, our incompetent author was indeed quite incompetent. Standing
before the genius, he awkwardly blocked the other person from leaving, muttering incessantly, "
What do? I'm so anxious! We've been classmates for over ten years, it's not easy to see each other again
. We should at least keep in touch."

The incompetent author spoke as if he were serious, but the genius critic remained unmoved. Finally, when all else failed, he had the beautiful woman beside him
leave his contact information for the incompetent author.

II

. The genius book critic once said: "I've been dabbling in literary criticism for over twenty years, and I know that in
literature, skill and insight must be aligned. Those with low insight may not have high skill, and those with low skill may not have high insight. If you haven't
personally experienced the joys and sorrows of writing, you'll inevitably feel somewhat unsatisfied with the work of others." The most common type,
those with low self-esteem, believe that writing requires a special kind of genius. They ask themselves if they possess such talent, and since they lack it, they might as well not write at
all. Those with high self-esteem believe they have read extensively and are experts in literature;
they think that if they write, it will be extraordinary. So they fantasize about creating great works in the future, but refuse to actually write
. The more these two types read, the lazier they become when it comes to writing. But I am the exception.

He also pointed out that to truly understand and appreciate literature, one must practice writing oneself.
Creation is neither easy nor impossible; like all valuable activities,
it requires diligent study to excel at.

Based on this grand theory, a brilliant critic put it into practice. One day, one of his masterpieces suddenly
became a sensation, a success that even he found inexplicable. He didn't delve into it; instead, this sudden
popularity overwhelmed his mind.

Because his article "Thinking of Your Sister, Loving Your Younger Sister" became incredibly popular, the genius critic capitalized on this trend by
writing several articles, all of which were well-received. However, his woman, Azhu, couldn't stand it. Every time he
wrote , Azhu would mock him, causing the genius critic to roll his eyes and even harshly declare that
she didn't understand erotic literature.

Erotic literature, the genius critic had said more than once, was a serious topic. But
despite this, the genius critic's behavior was also quite pitiful. For example, his woman, Azhu, had said he
was a pitiful man. These were truly harsh words, but the genius critic didn't take them to heart. He believed Azhu was jealous of his
talent. Both were skilled writers, yet Azhu's "Nannan" was met with fierce criticism and insults from other women during its serialization
. In contrast, the genius critic's new work, "I Cuckolded Myself," was met with widespread
acclaim .

One day, Azhu suddenly arranged to meet the genius critic near her company. During the phone call, the "genius
critic" said that they couldn't discuss things properly over the phone. A-Zhu retorted, "That's nonsense. If it were that
easy, I wouldn't be contacting you." This didn't sound like a request at all, and the "genius critic" was immediately annoyed
. Fortunately, A-Zhu quickly appeased him with kind words.

As for how the "genius critic" met A-Zhu, it was like those stories of artistic youths: they were attracted to
each other 's talent. After chatting online for less than a week, the "genius critic" suggested meeting in person. A-Zhu was also inclined to
do so.

On the day of their meeting, A-Zhu's attire quite appealed to the "genius critic
." He wasn't handsome, and A-Zhu wasn't particularly beautiful, but the mole on the corner of her mouth caught his attention. According to the "genius critic's"
previous study of physiognomy, some women with moles on their lips also have moles below their genitals. Such women are often
cold and aloof, uninterested in sex. Marrying such a woman would mean a rare moment of ecstasy. But they are disciplined, so men can
rest assured. However, their husbands are another story; they generally have a tendency to philander. The reason the "genius critic"
wanted such a woman as his wife was because he was terrified of being cheated on by his previous girlfriends, hence the nickname "genius
critic . No one knows his real name.

Ah Zhu, of course, didn't know this was the reason the "genius critic" was interested in her; if she had known, she would have made a huge scene
. Back when they were newlyweds, Ah Zhu had said he was boring, only thinking about sex all day long, and had no ambition.

Although the "genius critic" had already considered this before, he was still infuriated by her. He retorted
, "I'm a person! A living, breathing man! Humans have emotions and desires! Do you know what a man is?
A man, besides working hard in his career, also works hard to have sex with women!" After many arguments and persuasion, Ah Zhu
became the woman she is today.

Before her, the genius critic had removed Ah Zhu's nightgown, cupping her breasts in his hands, his tongue
swirling around her nipples, seemingly teasing her. Ah Zhu's breathing quickened, her gaze glazed over. The genius critic knew this was
the prelude to a beautiful symphony; their glazed eyes grew increasingly blurred and indistinct.

Ah Zhu's chest began to rise and fall. The most passionate symphony began. The sky seemed to collapse; the bed shook.
Finally, Ah Zhu lay softly, and the genius critic closed his eyes as well.

Ah Zhu finished work at noon and went straight to the Fengren Building. She knew the genius critic wouldn't be so punctual
; having known him for so long, he only arrived early for that purpose. Once there, Ah Zhu found
a seat. A waitress came over and asked what she wanted; she ordered a coffee. This place was quiet and pleasant; it
was quite romantic to sit here occasionally. After waiting for a while, the genius critic finally sauntered in, his body languid
.

Although Ah Zhu was reluctant to see him like this, and found the genius critic's current state truly embarrassing,
she still raised her hand to beckon him over.

The coffee shop offered fast food, and the genius critic casually ordered something. He then took out his laptop from his bag, and Ah Zhu
watched him typing away, oblivious to everyone else, and asked in astonishment, "Look how busy you are. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some
important person, and those who did would be embarrassed for you. You're so open and honest."

"I never care about the opinions of worldly people. I always feel that erotic literature is a very serious matter,
" the genius critic repeated this phrase a thousand times over, a phrase Ah Zhu was already tired of hearing.
Seeing her reaction, the genius critic swallowed the words that were halfway out of his mouth, forcing them down with a bitter sigh, and said, "
Forget it, you wouldn't understand anyway."

"How could I not understand? I used to write this kind of erotic literature too."

"You're different from me. Please don't insult the term 'pornography'." The genius critic righteously
corrected her.

Ah Zhu clicked her tongue and remained silent. The genius critic continued typing on the keyboard. After a minute, he
looked up at Ah Zhu and asked, "Didn't you want to see me about something?"

Ah Zhu picked up her coffee, took a small sip, and put it down, saying, "Nothing much, I just wanted you to help me write a cuckold story
."

"What?" The genius critic was taken aback. He found it strange, staring wide-eyed at Ah Zhu, and said
, "Are you crazy? Don't you always say my incest stories are unethical? Don't you always dislike reading them?
It's only been a few years! If you want to write one, write it yourself."

"No, only you have experience with cuckoldry. Do you want me to cheat on you?" Ah Zhu's words made
the genius critic even angrier. "You—" Ah Zhu realized she'd let something slip, so she pleaded in a low voice, "
Please help me, husband."

"How dare you talk about your husband like that?" The brilliant critic was still furious. "Besides, my writing has
always been considered lowbrow by you."

Seeing that the brilliant critic wouldn't give in, Ah Zhu went all out, "Don't be so petty
. I said those things to you because you're too arrogant, and I wanted to put you down. You took it all so seriously? To be honest,
your incestuous novels aren't bad, it's just that you've become a bit arrogant after you became famous. You should know the joke about Picasso. This
master's later style became increasingly bizarre, almost to the point of being incomprehensible. According to his private revelations in his later years, he himself
didn't understand how he painted such inexplicable things. It's just that his fame was too great, and no matter what he painted
, it would be recognized by the world." Applause. The more people appreciated his eccentricity, the stranger his paintings became. This was, in a
sense kitsch. I wonder
what Picasso was thinking when people were scrambling to buy and collect his paintings, when those self-proclaimed art critics were raving about his work.
Maybe he was secretly laughing.

The genius critic just looked at her and smiled. "Don't think you're using this veiled attack! I know you're
jealous of my fame. You, on the other hand, are still stuck in the same place, a frog in a well.
It's pointless to talk about it; you don't understand that erotic literature is a very serious issue, and it's endless."

"I didn't!"

"I knew you'd be stubborn and deny it."

"Fine, fine, I won't argue with you," Ah Zhu conceded.

Three

. That day, the genius critic intentionally invited the mentally challenged author out for dinner. During their conversation, the mentally challenged author asked
the genius where he worked. The genius said he was a critic in a erotic city. The mentally challenged author congratulated him. After a few drinks, the mentally challenged man
, somewhat drunk, began rambling again.

He said, "I've always disliked you, genius critic. There are two kinds of people I despise most:
pretentious people and hypocrites." Pretentious people "lack authenticity and naturalness," while hypocrites are especially detested;
they desperately try to conceal their authenticity and naturalness. Pretentious people are obsessed with fame and fortune, drifting with the tide; hypocrites, on
top of this pretentious personality, add the trickery of "a monkey wearing a crown." I didn't expect you to be both. You think I don't know your
moral hypocrisy? Hypocrisy manifests in ugliness and falsehood. Xi Shi suffered from a heart ailment, often clutching her heart and frowning—this was a natural
expression, thus enhancing her beauty. Dong Shi didn't have a heart ailment, but forcibly imitating the posture of clutching her heart and frowning only aroused ridicule and disgust."

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