Chapter 4 Part Two: In Our Kingdom

one In our kingdom there is only night and no day.At daybreak, our kingdom is invisible, because it is a deeply illegitimate country: we have no government, no constitution, no recognition, no respect, we have only a mob of citizens.Sometimes we push a head of state, a person who is old, handsome, handsome, and well-fed, but we are very casual and willful to push him down, because we are a nation that likes the new and dislikes the old, and does not follow the rules.Speaking of the territory of our kingdom, it is actually pitifully narrow, no more than two to three hundred meters long, and no more than a hundred meters wide. It is limited to a small patch of land around the rectangular lotus pond in the new park on Guanqian Street in Taipei City.On the edge of our country, there are some overlapping and tangled tropical trees: green coral, bread tree, old palms with hair falling out, and the row of kings who shake their heads and sigh all day long by the road. Coconuts, like a tight fence, cover our kingdom and temporarily isolate it from the outside world.However, the threat of the vast world outside the fence is acutely felt all the time in our country.On the other side of the broadcasting station outside the jungle, the noisy loudspeaker often sends over some sensational news from the outside world.The female announcer from the China Broadcasting Company spoke aggressively in a Peking accent: American astronauts landed on the moon!Hong Kong and Taiwan international drug smugglers arrested this morning!The corruption case of the Water and Fertilizer Department opened!

We all pricked up our ears, as if a group of elk had survived a catastrophe in a forest full of tigers and wolves, listening very vigilantly.Every sound is a warning to us.As long as the nailed police boots, rattle and rattle, from the palm grove, once they invade our territory, we will all coincidentally, and scatter like birds and beasts.Some ran to the broadcasting station and mixed into the crowd; some got into the toilet, peeing pretended to pee, and shit pretended to shit; some fled to the gate of the park, on the stone steps of the ancient mausoleum-like museum, Hide behind the standing stone pillars, under the shadow of the stone pillars, temporarily gain a chance to survive.Our anarchic kingdom does not give us any shelter, and we all have to rely on our animal instincts to find a way to survive in the dark.

Our kingdom has an ambiguous history, we don’t know who founded it, and we don’t know when it started. However, in our very secretive and extremely illegal small country, there have been many epic and inadequacy in recent years. A history of vicissitudes and pains with outsiders.Our gray-haired elders always sighed with sentimentality and a little pride when they mentioned the past events to us: Alas, how can you keep up with those days? It is said that several years ago, the lotus pond in the park was once full of red water lilies.In summer, those water lilies bloom one by one, floating on the water, like bright red lanterns.But later, for unknown reasons, the city government sent people to pull out a pool of red lotuses, and built an octagonal pavilion in the center of the pool, and built several pavilions with red pillars and green tiles around the pool, so that we This piece of land, which was originally very primitive and simple, has added a lot of pretentious antiques out of thin air, and there is a bit of weirdness in the secular world.When our elder mentioned this matter, he couldn't help sighing in retrospect:

Those bright red lotuses are so beautiful! So they told each other names we had never heard before, and recalled some heart-rending old stories.The protagonists of those stories are all heroes who left our nationality a few years ago and went outside to venture into the rivers and lakes.Some have disappeared long ago, and there is no news of them.Some died young, and the tombs were covered with weeds.But there are also those who, five, ten, fifteen, or twenty years later, will suddenly appear by the lotus pond in a deep and dark night, and return to our dark kingdom, anxiously and anxiously reincarnated around the pond Looking, as if looking for the soul that I lost many years ago.So our gray-haired veterans nodded their heads, closed their eyes half-closed, and concluded with compassion, wisdom, and emotion:

It's always like this, do you think the outside world is big?One day, one day, you will still obediently fly back to our old nest.