What experiences have you had in playing rope for twenty years?

The blue pickup truck opened with a sound, and a few white gloves were turned out and shipped out. In the unloaded wooden box wrapped in linen, there was hemp rope that had just been shipped across the ocean, spreading out. A burst of fresh raw sesame flavor. I couldn't wait to pick a few from them and show them to Uncle Daoming.

Uncle Daoming is one of the oldest people in the city who is qualified to play rope. He always wears a pair of sunglasses and speaks and behaves exactly like Chen Daoming. Over time, people who know him no longer care about his true nature. I just called him Brother Daoming and Uncle Daoming.

In Uncle Dao Ming’s house, he smoked one cigarette after another, holding the hemp rope I just brought him in his rough palm, and he twisted a strand of the hemp rope with three fingers. , rubbing it back and forth, the hemp ropes separated strand by strand, blooming into fireworks-like hemp threads in his hands; sometimes he put on his reading glasses and looked at the hemp threads carefully, and sometimes put them to his nose and gently touched them. Sniff, making a slightly exclamatory sound.

The handmade hemp rope from the Japanese Rope House is such a good thing. It was so many years ago when I last saw it. You must let me collect one this time.

In the 1990s, Uncle Dao Ming was in his early thirties and still young. He followed his engineering team south and came to this city to work on a project. He worked on it for several years. When the project was completed, Uncle Dao Ming has also married a wife and has children, and has taken root in this city.

The big boss was obviously familiar with the place. He turned around, refused unfamiliar invitations, bypassed the black shop where customers were being ripped off, and ducked into an inconspicuous hair-washing room in the corner.

As soon as the big boss shouted, the lady boss ran out of the back room. Seeing that she was an acquaintance, she stopped being polite and directly asked the big boss what services he wanted.

The big boss laughed, his beer bellyband trembling back and forth on his belt, and the sweat he shed along the way seeped out of his silk short sleeves. Don't bother other little girls. Today, my brothers are here for the first time. These little brothers have been working with me on projects for several years. Their education level is not high. They usually don't have any entertainment activities. They just love hugging. Listening to the Huangmei Opera on the radio, I told them that you, the boss lady, are not ordinary, and your singing in Huangmei Opera is amazing. Come on, follow the old rules and perform a piece with me for the brothers to see, so that they can also experience the show of the boss wife live.

When the proprietress heard this, her eyes flashed, and she immediately understood something. She walked into the back room and took out a package. She untied it, and various bundles of hemp ropes scattered from the package.

While everyone was still surprised, the landlady turned on the tape recorder. From one end of the shelf, a piece of "Yang Naiwu and Xiao Baicai" sang to herself. The lights in the cramped cabin were mottled, and the plump and attractive pictures on the wall were looming. The proprietress's precise words and melody seemed a little out of touch at this moment. When she sang "Since the disaster fell from the sky, my eldest sister, I have five thunders and burns with tears," the big boss suddenly picked up the rope on the ground and caught three chickens. The boss's wife was tied up in a hurry. Following the big boss's movements, the boss's wife twisted her body and burst into tears.

Uncle Dao Ming sat at the back of several contractors, sitting upright, not dumbfounded like the others, or even moving, but he knew clearly that when When the big boss walked past them with his wife, his heart had never beat so violently.

Later, every time Uncle Dao Ming thought about that night, something always seemed to be boiling in his heart. He repeatedly thought about going to see the landlady alone, but because he had a family and children, once he was seen going to those places, it would be a sin that even jumping into the Yellow River could not wash away, so he repeatedly put it aside. And when he finally made up his mind to go find the proprietress, he discovered that after several years of anti-pornography and illegal transformation, the proprietress and the connected shampoo rooms had turned into soap bubbles in his memory and disappeared. It is a high-rise building that has just been built.

At the beginning of the 21st century, due to the increasing difficulty of taking on projects, Uncle Dao Ming’s engineering team was disbanded. Uncle Dao Ming, who has lost his job, will be scolded by his wife if he stays at home for a long time. Sometimes, Uncle Dao Ming wants to reveal his little thoughts to his bed partner, and wants to ask his wife if she would like to try being tied up by him. He got up or something, but when he thought of his wife's waist and curses on him, spitting out obscene words, he instantly lost interest; most of the time, Uncle Dao Ming would just hold a cigarette. , ran to the neighbor's house to play chess, hoping to hide away for a long time.

Until Uncle Dao Ming’s co-worker, Lao Lu, who was also present that night, approached Uncle Dao Ming to cooperate in opening a studio. The studio was an absolutely trendy concept at the time, and Uncle Dao Ming didn't understand how it worked. There was only one reason why Uncle Dao Ming was willing to pay, and now someone was tying him up.

The studio of Lao Lu and Dao Mingshu is simple to say, it is to recruit some models, and then shoot some bondage-related content, some with plots, some without, and then sell them online for money. In that era when the Internet was growing wildly and without supervision, this model has been operating for more than ten years.

Uncle Dao Ming doesn’t know how to take pictures, and he doesn’t know how to do business on the Internet like Lao Lu. Uncle Dao Ming is just obsessed with binding. As soon as he touches the rope, his whole body will boil and his face will boil. Flushed with excitement, he used his seemingly powerless body to throw the rope to the floor and made a snapping sound, completing his performance as if by magic in the midst of lightning and flint.

Uncle Dao Ming often criticized Lao Lu when he and Lao Lu were drinking. You are a person who knows too much but is not good at it. Last time I saw you kidnapping someone, I was frightened. How could you kidnap someone like that? Ah? The force-bearing point is completely wrong. We are engineering backgrounds, so we should have a clear mind about which part bears the force and what structure is used to transmit the force.

Lao Lu was not angry either. He took a sip of wine, patted Uncle Dao Ming on the back and talked to him. If not, you could have become a foreman by then. You are a very thoughtful person. I admired you back then. , we just complement each other, let me tell you, after my packaging, you are now famous on the Internet.

Uncle Daoming flicked the ash from his cigarette, and two long lines of smoke rushed out of his nostrils. What Internet, I don’t understand that thing, I just have a rope to tie it up.

Uncle Dao Ming didn’t know that his fame was growing day by day on the Internet. He only knew that in the past, he had to hire models to bond, but now more and more bonded people came to visit him. Sometimes he was busy. He has no spare time for a day, and when he is tired, Uncle Dao Ming is not in a hurry to go home. He likes to sit alone in the yard of his studio, facing the stars at night, assuming a non-standard posture, and singing two lines that are completely Huangmei opera that is not in tune.

The turning point occurred in 2008, the seventh year after Uncle Dao Ming opened his studio. That afternoon was no different from usual. Lao Lu went out to discuss cooperation, and Uncle Dao Ming was tying up a model in the studio.

After a rapid knock on the door, Uncle Dao Ming left the model hanging in mid-air and went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Uncle Dao Ming felt like he was in another world. Standing looking at each other were his wife and Several neighbor ladies had expressions on their faces that said you are really here.

The wife pushed Uncle Dao Ming away and led her team into the yard and wandered around, shouting, Little J! Where are you hiding? If you dare to steal a man, don’t dare. Are you coming out to meet someone? Your words are like a train running out of control.

When Uncle Dao Ming came to his senses and returned to the yard, his wife had already rushed into the back room with the troops. They were faced with a naked girl who was wrapped in a rope and hung in the air. The whole group was stunned for a moment. In place.

The wife blinked her eyes a few times, looked at the model, and then looked back at Uncle Dao Ming, *Damn it, are you just staying naked in the house like this?

Uncle Daoming grabbed it from the aisle, blocked it in front of the model, and started to untie the rope. It's not what you think, we didn't have sex, we were just playing.

My wife was holding on to the door frame, her eyes filled with disbelief. She was just playing? What are you playing? What kind of play is this? Is it fun? Why do you never play with me?

The wife imitated the model, put her hands behind her back, and walked towards Uncle Daoming, ah? Talk? Why do you never play with me? Do you think I am old? It’s not fun, isn’t it?

Before Uncle Dao Ming could speak, she suddenly pulled out her hand and slapped Uncle Dao Ming. The sound of the slap echoed through the sky, and the entire room was filled with deathly silence. I help you wash your clothes at home every fucking day, pick up the kids from school, and prepare hot soup and rice for you to eat when you come back. In the end, you fucking tell me that you play with little girls here every day?

I let you play! I let you play! The wife’s face became ferocious, and she desperately grabbed the model’s hair, which was still in mid-air, and tore it back and forth, little* man, little* man, look at you now Do you want to show off your face?

Uncle Dao Ming held his wife's hand tightly and prevented her from touching the model. If there is any problem, the two of us will resolve it. It's none of her business. Calm down, let go of your hands first, let go.

The wife was about to be pushed away by Uncle Dao Ming, so she turned around and bit Uncle Dao Ming's arm. Uncle Dao Ming screamed in pain, and blood quickly flowed down Uncle Dao Ming's arm, including his belt. A piece of meat was torn off by his wife.

Only then did the surrounding relatives and friends react, and hurriedly pulled away from his wife, or helped Uncle Dao Ming find something to stop the bleeding, or helped put the model down.

That's enough for you. Stop making trouble here. If something happens, go home and make a fuss. In the worst case, you'll get divorced. Uncle Dao Ming waved his hand, and the blood spurted out another three feet.

Leave! Anyone who doesn’t leave is a coward, and you have to leave the house. Why did you come here fifteen years ago? How can you get out of here fifteen years later? I was so blind that I fell in love with a foreigner like you. The wife spit out the blood from her mouth and was unforgiving.

I don’t want anything, can my daughter come with me? Uncle Daoming said in a strong tone in the first half of the sentence, but when he said the second half, his hand dropped again, and his tone seemed to be pleading.

Daughter? Do you also know that you have a daughter? Do you know what score your daughter got in the latest monthly exam? Do you know what time your daughter will study in the evening? Do you know that your daughter fell in love early? Did any boy in the class write a love letter? Ah? Have you ever cared about your daughter? Have you ever taken care of your daughter? My wife gasped and pointed at Uncle Dao Ming, as if she was conducting a doomsday judgment. I know how you have the nerve to say such things, but you still want your daughter to follow you. Why are you following you? Did you take off your clothes and hang her in the room? Do you dare to let your daughter come and see what you did today? ?Do you dare to let her know that you are a fucking pervert?

A series of questions shot through Uncle Dao Ming's body like bullets. He did not refute, maybe there was no way to refute, and he did not speak anymore. , in fact, there was no need to talk anymore; everyone left, leaving Uncle Dao Ming standing there trembling slightly, like a fallen leaf that lost its strength and was floating in the air, with his knuckles clasped, his teeth clenched, his head Drooping, standing from sunset to late night, and from late night to daytime.

Uncle Dao Ming soon got divorced and left the house without taking anything with him. From then on, Uncle Daoming liked to wear sunglasses, as if that way he could easily hide his former self.

I don’t know since when, the news that Uncle Dao Ming was doing shady things in this city spread like wildfire. His and Lao Lu’s studio seemed to be targeted by the police. Random inspections or surprise inspections are carried out every day.

In 2010, Lao Lu couldn’t stand the frustration anymore, so he took Uncle Dao Ming to drink for a few drinks, left the studio to Uncle Dao Ming, returned the money and left. When I met Uncle Dao Ming, it was already 2016. At this time, Uncle Dao Ming was already in a state of semi-retirement, and the studio that Lao Lu left him had been changed beyond recognition.

The yard is full of flowers and plants, and most of the back room is covered with dust. There is an old-fashioned desktop computer in the corner, left by the old Lu, and there are piles of various kinds of things beside the door. The hemp ropes are not used to tie people. Uncle Dao Ming weaves them into Chinese knots or small animals, and then sells them for money. This has been Uncle Dao Ming's main means of livelihood over the years.

Chinese knot made by Uncle Dao Ming

A hanging ring hangs from the roof in the middle of the room. It was the place where Uncle Dao Ming used to hang people. Now it is almost abandoned. But no matter when I visit Uncle Dao Ming, no matter how dusty other places are, this area is always spotless.

I asked Uncle Ming if he could rent this place to me so that I could bring my girlfriend here to play bondage when I have time. Uncle Daoming stared at me for a long time, as if he could see through the years. After smoking two cigarettes, he decided not to take my money.

When he took his girlfriend there for the first time, Uncle Dao Ming was watering the flowers in the yard at first, then he went to the door to look at it a few times, walked a few steps and then walked into the house, pretending to sweep the floor carelessly. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore. I threw away the broom and stood in front of me. You young man, if you were my apprentice, I would have expelled you from the master. How can you be tied like this? Look here, you are tied like this, with a rope. Isn’t the strength gone at this point? No matter how much you add the rope later, it will be useless, I tell you. As he spoke, Uncle Daoming unconsciously took over the rope. "Little girl, your boyfriend is tying you up blindly. Do you mind if I teach him a lesson?"

My girlfriend smiled and shook her head, and I felt the same way. He stepped aside and took out his cell phone to take pictures. I saw that the rope was like waves, flying up and down; the steps were like waves, overlapping front and back; through this slightly rickety back, you can still see what he looked like when he was young.

When I left that day, I asked Uncle Ming if he could share the video I took with others. As soon as Uncle Ming heard about the sharing, he immediately became nervous. He shook his hands vigorously like a child and asked me Pulled aside to the corner.

I have lived for more than half of my life, but I still have a daughter. Some time ago, my ex-wife contacted me and said that her daughter was going to take the civil service exam and was preparing to join the party and have to undergo a political review. As my daughter Her father must not have any problems. Speaking of his daughter, Uncle Dao Ming showed a long-lost expression of happiness on his face. When he mentioned his daughter taking the civil service examination, there was even a hint of pride in his brows, "I am just a handicraft vendor now, nothing more."

Is there nothing else? It’s so ironic to use your skills to braid Chinese knots. I looked at Uncle Daoming and deleted the video on my phone, feeling regretful at the same time.

When Uncle Daoming heard what I said, he suddenly laughed, then patted me on the shoulder and pushed me out of the door. If you like, I can teach you, but I owe my daughter so much, and I don’t want her to even find it difficult to talk about me when talking to others, so I really don’t have anything else in my life.

Standing outside Uncle Daoming’s door, something seemed to be boiling in my body. I wanted to knock on the door again and ask him, why is it so hard to talk about binding? Why is it that I also really love a person? Something that is obviously so beautiful is being called a pervert.

But I think of Uncle Dao Ming’s slightly rickety back, slowly sweeping the floor. I know that in Uncle Dao Ming’s life, these questions may never be answered.

Later on, I often ran to Uncle Dao Ming. Firstly, I wanted to learn skills secretly, and secondly, I felt that he was a little miserable being alone. This time when I got the rope from the rope house, it was no exception. Uncle Dao Ming held the rope in his hand and couldn't put it down, and asked me how much I would sell it to him.

I asked him if he liked this rope so much. If he really liked it, I could give it to him.

He took a deep breath from the cigarette and kept nodding as the smoke rings blew out of his mouth. He liked it, I really liked it! This was the rope our big boss used back then, and he went to Japan to buy it himself. That was not easy. He gave me one as a gift that night. Unfortunately, I was young at the time and didn’t know how to cherish it. It wore out quickly and I never bought the same one again.

With an expression of regret, Uncle Dao Ming put the rope I brought in his drawer as if he had found a treasure.

Actually, this rope needs to be listened to along with Huangmei Opera to make it interesting. As he spoke, Uncle Daoming picked up the old phone hanging on his chest, raised his index finger, and poked a few buttons one at a time, and "Yang Naiwu and Xiao Baicai" at a very loud volume flowed out from his chest. Amidst the harsh sounds of the opera, Uncle Dao Ming spun around in circles, picked up a previously unfinished Chinese knot, sat down in front of the table in the dim light, put on his reading glasses, and immersed himself in knitting.