Essays on the tip of a needle

Zhenjian versus Maimang

In ancient times, there were two people, one was named Zhenjian and the other was named Maimang. These two people love to haggle over everything and never want to suffer when dealing with others.

One summer, Zhijian and Maimang had dinner and sat under a tree to enjoy the cool air and chat about home affairs. Maimang said: "Xitou Village has arranged a play. I heard that Scratching is a cry. I originally wanted to go to see it, but I was afraid that it would delay my sleep." Zhijian followed and said, "Oh, I wanted to go to bed originally." I heard that the opera was very good, but I was afraid that it would be a pity if the opera was delayed."

"Let's do this," Mai Mang said, "I will go to the theater for you now, and you will be here for me. Let's sleep on a small stool, so that neither of us suffers!" "Okay!" Needlepoint huffed and stretched, "Then let's just do our own thing!"

Maimang wandered to the foot of Xitou Village, where the play had just begun. He borrowed a chair from an acquaintance and found an opening to sit down. As soon as a person came out of the theater, he thought: "This is a deadbeat. He has never suffered a loss in dealing with others. Now I am here to watch the play on his behalf. I have to work hard to watch it back, and I have to explain it to him exactly as it is." Listen, this is so cheap!" Thinking of this, he turned his back and pointed his butt towards the stage. He said to himself: "I'm here to let you, the dead needle, take advantage of me today. Use your ears to listen!" Everyone present found it funny when they saw him closing his eyes and only listening to the play instead of watching it.

After Maimang left, Needlepoint was about to take off his shoes and climb on a small stool to sleep, but then he thought something wrong: Didn’t this mean that Maimang had taken advantage? "Huh, I'm here to sleep for you!" He said to himself: "No way! You can't bear a little hardship, you will go to the theater for me?" Thinking of this, he crossed his knees with a needle. Sitting on a wooden chair next to the table, I half-opened my eyes and counted the stars and looked at the moon.

It was midnight, and Mai Mang was walking back after listening to the play. On the way, he thought: Today, that damn Needle Point will definitely fall into my trap! He wandered back to the village and came to the elm tree. At first glance, Needle Point was still sitting cross-legged on the chair, humming something in his mouth. "Zhidian, why are your old friends still sitting here?" Maimang said to him.

Zi Jian turned around and said slowly: "Is your old man back from the theater?" "Watching the theater?" Mai Mang said to him with a smile: "I knew you, the old man, couldn't Sleep for me! Fortunately, I had a plan. When I was watching the show, I just pointed my butt towards the stage. Otherwise, wouldn’t I have given you an advantage this time?”