The weather has reached the season when major fashion bloggers are wearing Burberry trench coats, but even at this age when I should be pursuing all kinds of luxury goods, I still have a deep resistance to trench coats. The reason is probably because I have loved reading Zhu Deyong's comics since I was a child, and I was so impressed by the exhibitionist in a windbreaker in his works.

Of course, the exhibitionists in Zhu Deyong's comics are more like victims in front of seductive girls than perverts who cause women to panic.

Even the male self-esteem that he wants to show will be humiliated

After all, reality is different from comics. In reality, people who wear trench coats are not necessarily exhibitionists. Ordinary people walking on the road may suddenly pull out their treasures to you. Not long ago, I met an exhibitionist.

I thought that there would be no strange human beings on the tree-lined path where night runners gathered in my home. So no matter how late I come home, my mother rarely calls me to ask why I haven't come home yet. Last Friday, as usual, I went home after work with my friends after watching "The Donkey Gets Water" recommended by many people.

I listened to music with headphones, reminiscing about the plot in the movie, and thinking about why human beings can easily do things that hurt others after their dignity has been trampled on. I clearly saw Lao Pei's expression after he insulted Zhang Yiman, and his shocked expression after seeing Yiman's ugly hair. I thought that the shock should contain a trace of regret, but in the blink of an eye, I saw him dragging Yiman, who no longer had feminine features, and said, "You lunatic, go back to the house quickly, don't come out and embarrass yourself." There was contempt in his tone. Big ones don't see mercy.

I recall that when I was a teenager who valued self-esteem as my life, I often developed violent madness because of an unintentional joke among my classmates. Just when I was immersed in shame for my past naivety, there was a faint voice from behind, as if someone was asking me for help. Since I had met pedestrians on the road before and asked me to borrow change because they forgot to bring their transportation cards, I instinctively took off my headphones and turned around.

"Hey, help me, I'm dying."

A man walked out of the grass, one hand constantly stroking the dirty overalls. The genitals were exposed from the zipper, and a hand was stretched out towards me.

Having imagined many response scenarios in movies and texts, I thought I could say something to the exhibitionist with disdainful eyes just like the song "Jie Xiao" from the circus on the top floor. "So small". However, in reality, I was so scared that my lips turned white and I turned away.

I didn’t even dare to run. I was afraid that once I started running, that scary man would chase me, and my running speed was very slow. I just wanted to pretend nothing happened and go home like normal. Following my accelerated pace was the exhibitionist who kept saying "Hey, help me!"

At this time, the night runner running in the opposite direction with me and wearing full equipment was my Marvel hero. . The sound of his slight breathing as he ran was like a magic secret to ward off the goblins. I squinted and saw the exhibitionist manipulating his genitals and retreating into the grass, waiting for the next passerby. And I was able to return home safely. That night I had a long-awaited dream, a nightmare.

Thinking about it carefully, that was not the first time I encountered an exhibitionist. I also encountered an exhibitionist when I participated in the school’s extracurricular tutoring class in my senior year of high school, but I was not alone at that time.

It was a Saturday afternoon that was no different. The tutor rented by the school was in a remote alley, 20 minutes away from the subway station where I had to take home. I was walking on the road to the subway with my two best friends.

I am used to crossing the road before leaving the house, and it was the same that day. A taxi parked casually on the side of the road, and we chatted about boring but funny gossip. I usually walk in the middle of three people, shaking my head from side to side, chatting with the friends on both sides of me.

After we crossed the street, we seemed to be laughing so hard because of a teacher’s accent. My friend standing on my left smiled and said to me with a habitual smile: "Fink, look at that taxi What is the driver doing?"

I was still immersed in the joke before and didn't respond. After taking a look, my friend on the right immediately ran forward, took out his mobile phone and started making a call as he ran.

When I was about to look to the left, my friend standing on my left covered my eyes with his hands until we passed that road.

It turns out there is a guy who looks like a taxi driver over there, masturbating.

And the friend who ran away was calling 110, telling the police that there was a pervert here.

High school is really an arrogant and ignorant age. Now I will be very grateful for the gentleness of the friend who protected my eyes, but at that time I found that I had missed a person who was rare in life. I became so perverted that I became angry at my friends for protecting me.

On the subway home, I was so angry that I didn’t say a word to him, but I asked my friend who ran away first about his exhibitionist look carefully, and got the answer: "That person is still white in that place. "I feel like I'm sick", I went back to school and publicized a story about my battle of wits and courage with an exhibitionist, but the friend who shielded my eyes didn't say a word about it.

Zhu Deyong once said: There are two kinds of people in this world, one is a voyeur and the other is an exhibitionist. There are more voyeurs and fewer exhibitionists. At that time, I was more like an exhibitionist who didn't know the dangers than a voyeur.

As long as it attracts attention from those around you, it doesn't matter if you are in danger.

In this way, I did make a lot of friends when I was a student. No matter where I appeared on campus, there were many people saying hello to me. But unknowingly, I became a voyeur. The more clearly I saw the reality and dangers of this world, the smaller my steps became. My eyes were protected by my reason, and my eyes were filled with the price I would have to pay and the scolding I might bear after taking the risk. I was gradually trapped in a small box, thinking that this was the greatest protection for myself.

But the so-called danger cannot be avoided by restraining oneself. As a cautious voyeur, I still encountered the dangers of perversion as an adult, but the fearless exhibitionist I was, was not harmed in any way. Why be a submissive voyeur if you can't avoid it.