It was the summer of 2016, and in the evening light, looking at the teenager's white shirt and the skirt of the girl's thighs, I ate a bowl of diseased kimchi. It was a flash flood burst

It was the summer of 2016, and in the evening light, looking at the teenager's white shirt and the skirt of the girl's thighs, I ate a bowl of diseased kimchi.

It was the first crack before the flash flood broke, the first gust of wind before a sandstorm swept through. At night, in the noisy evening reading, my stomach, my intestines, every cell in my digestive system protested to the few unfriendly invaders. It was the aboriginal resistance to the colonizers, the roar of a group of dedicated employees about injustice.

I remembered the night of the run in the corridors, the youth I had lost. There was a loud noise, and the whole toilet was stunned by me. I even heard the uninformed outside the toilet exclaim, "Whose watermelon exploded?"

I knew very well that what was trampling on the poor white soul at my feet was nothing more than the simple sweet potato of the night before, and that the real villains were still raging in places I could not reach.

In the first round of battle, the two sides stopped fighting, and the evildoer was suppressed by the stomach and intestines. And I was also in severe pain in the backyard of the chili peppers that I hadn't fully digested last night. Late at night, my roommate slept peacefully, but I couldn't sleep over and over again.

The evildoer had already escaped the control of the stomach and pounded the small intestine, and the thing that was digested by the stomach used vinegar and sauce as a protective film to turn the river and the sea in the small intestine. I had never seen such a battle where the small intestine could withstand such a toss, and for a while it cried out in pain. It was as if a weak soul was being burned by a constant fire.

I rushed to the bathroom, and it was a fierce battle, not as loud as it had been when it first erupted. But it was as fierce as when millions of soldiers charged into battle, and the roar and roar came and went.

The hardness of the sweet potatoes suddenly became soft, and I understood that this was just the inventory that had been backlogged for the past two days. The cunning bandit was still ravaging my poor little intestine, laughing wildly. The inventory of the past was discharged in battle after battle, and the cunning bandit still could not hold it. And I was also honored by my roommates as "Seven Times a Night" in and out.

The next day, pale and weak, I finally decided to go to the hospital and end the evil life of the vicious intruder. The doctor gave me a small box and said, "Poop test." Suddenly, there was a wail in my abdomen, which was a sound that did not belong to any part of my body.

It was timidity, it was fear, it was the aggressor's premonition that he would fail when he faced the end!

I suddenly realized something and walked slowly toward the toilet. I walked to the pit as if facing the throne, and I took a deep breath as if I were being baptized. I roared like a new king beheading a rebel general.

At that moment, it was like the flood of annihilation that devoured the two warring armies, and victory or defeat was predestined. At that moment, it was like the unity of yin and yang in Taiji, and the contradictions and differences eventually led to the unity of the mixed elements. At that moment, the truth of time converges at one point and bursts out, and the depth and obscurity are endless. At that moment, I was no longer me, but the brilliant diamond under the thousands of stars, the point at the beginning of the origin of all things.

At that moment, the sun and the moon shone together, and the sky was full of colors. At that moment, the Virgin Mary and the nuns sang hymns to bless me. At that moment, the noble queen raised her sword and slapped me on the shoulder to wish me triumph.

It was a declaration of liberation that belonged to the stomach and intestines, a letter of surrender that the colonists had no choice but to surrender, a piece of freedom to wipe away my filthy body, and I won.

No one remembers the vanquished, but I do, and I take out the box that the doctor gave me, which is the most gorgeous coffin of this colonist. There was no one to sing for him, he was only fit to die quietly in silence. Titles, fame and fortune, everything that tends to make him a mirage.

In the twilight of his life, he could not understand after all, and I took him away from the land of right and wrong, not asking about the world.

"What are you doing with a piece of fungus..." The nurse in the laboratory department looked at me in amazement.