Chapter 4 Chapter Four

In early February, his business was exceptionally good.He got 200 pairs of western-style shorts from the Liushutun Clothing Factory in Shunyi County, and they sold well.The director of this small village-run factory is the distant cousin of instructor Xue.Instructor Xue called Li Huiquan "a friend of mine" in a letter to his cousin. Maybe it was because he was afraid that his cousin would not be generous, or maybe he was afraid of hurting Huiquan's self-esteem. This letter was sent in a letter to Huiquan, and it was brought to Liushutun by Huiquan. My cousin was very polite to my cousin's friends. , Approved 200 pairs of shorts at once.Li Huiquan didn't like these things at first, but it was only when he got the East Bridge that he realized that he had hit the right path.The khaki shorts are thin and have many pockets. The styles are unisex, and the colors are dark gray and light gray.

He never dreamed that girls of eighteen or nineteen would like them.He sold them the fluffy shorts and gave them them with an indescribable joy in his heart.Dressing up these people may also be considered a mission.But the most important thing is to make money, twelve yuan and six cents, the price he charged for the shorts made the girls frown slightly.He may be enjoying it just for that.A girl hesitated for a long time, and finally bought it.Huiquan didn't know what motive he gave her, so he gave her an extra dollar on purpose.She is neither slim nor pretty.Without waiting for him to be intoxicated, she glanced at him hastily and squeezed out of the crowd.His joy had changed, but he was not sad.

"return!" He yelled, turning his face in the other direction.The girl must have been frightened to death.He couldn't bear to look at her.He just wanted to tease her, she was overjoyed and panicked because she was greedy for a mere one yuan, she panicked like a thief!From this, he thought that all the people who faced him were like this, as long as they exposed their background a little, every one of them was disgusting!They are buying.He was selling, and they were powdered, and their red and blue faces were filthy and well-groomed.Their filthy asses covered in down pants and workout pants are waiting to be dressed up in tiny shorts.They pettyly counted the few pennies they got from nowhere, their fingernails were as purple as devils.As long as someone takes the lead, they can do anything.Whether it's wearing briefs on the street, or wearing sheepskin on the road.The key is to be popular!Li Huiquan knew that he had to rely on such people to support him. He had to serve and eat others, if necessary.He might as well piss them off.There is no need for auspiciousness between people and people.

The second trip to Liushutun was not very successful.Instructor Xue's cousin treated him a little coldly, and he might have heard or guessed his identity.Only give him a pack.He slapped his ass and left. A pack of fifteen shorts should be enough to earn a cigarette. When he left, he politely said: I won't bother you in the future..." "Come to drink tea when you have time..." He answered politely, with the indifference of refusing to enter thousands of miles away, not as good as instructor Xue.The man simply ignored him.The 200 articles last time had already done enough favors, and he was simply ignorant of current affairs when he came again.

Li Huiquan did not expect that this road would be cut off so soon.But he is not discouraged.He has adapted to the atmosphere around the East Bridge.He stood in the cold wind facing countless strangers. This was not a last resort, but a predestined arrangement.There's no shortage of fun here, just put your mind to it.He likes to watch people, like to figure out people's mood.When it is cold, there are more melancholy faces than decisive ones, and there is not much laughter to be heard.When the weather is warm, there are more happy faces, and the talking and laughing heard have a sense of fuss.Regardless of whether it is warm or cold, people with expressionless faces are always the overwhelming majority.They walked past his stall from east to west, or from north to south, without paying any attention to him.People who fiddle with products and ask prices at the stalls generally have a kind or innocent face, with a slightly silly expression.Occasionally, there are thieve-like figures, who hold the merchandise and turn it around to look at it, their eyes are more mysterious than Sherlock Holmes.He likes to observe these various performances.

He has an unformed evaluation.People with naive or even dull expressions never buy his goods, and those guys who are as smart as detectives often pull out the money at the last minute.The things they buy may be available in the department store behind them, and the price may be reasonable.Cleverness is misunderstood by cleverness, this principle makes sense everywhere.Man just cannot be his own master.Those unlucky ones who mistakenly thought they had bought a bargain must be at the mercy of some mysterious force.Some are lucky and some are not; some look like winter melons, some like flowers;People are different, and there is no way to compare them.Comparing is useless, man cannot be his own master.Whether he likes it or not, he has to stay in the "025" booth.Because he has to eat.He had to live: cars coming and going on the road behind him; a white plane flying slowly in the sky, a young couple quarreling on the sidewalk, a tricycle pulling fruit overturned, and a stranger in the fence of the green field Peeing with his back to passers-by, he probably couldn't hold back anymore... All this has nothing to do with him, no force can stop it from happening before his eyes.As long as it wasn't a bomb being dropped or someone took a fancy to his goods, he didn't care about anything, he didn't care, and his staring eyes were relaxed.The world shows a simple image in Dongdakuai. As long as you don't die hard, the world will never be profound.A ground beetle crawled out of the sewer. It walked unconsciously and aimlessly between the wheels, and even crawled across the road and onto the sidewalk opposite.Li Huiquan has been watching it.If it looked around, I'm afraid it would have died long ago.Besides, the power of fate that keeps it from being crushed to death must be everywhere!He can protect a soil turtle, but can't he protect a person?Li Huiqing longs for her own ideas to prosper.At least he wished he could see at a glance who in the crowd was going to buy his wares, and it must be very pleasant.As frustrating as it was in reverse, he was most annoyed when customers dropped their items and walked away while paying.He could never figure out where their decision not to start came from, and he was always caught off guard.He even suspected that someone was messing with him.He managed to make himself look at the situation with indifference.And once it happened again, the mania couldn't be contained.He already knew that this was a common problem of hawkers, but he couldn't hold back.He didn't swear like others, and he didn't insist on making customers buy. He just folded his arms and looked at everyone passing by the stall fiercely and contemptuously like a real hooligan.Young and strong people who accidentally met his gaze would lower their heads pretending to be relaxed, let alone others.Some little girls dared to look back at him only after walking tens of meters.He gets a moment's satisfaction from it, and then relaxes.A begging expression floated on his face lightly, making people feel pitiful.He seemed hired.

His face is not much different from those of southern carpenters and southern tailors, nor is it very different from those southerners who pluck cotton and sell summer mats. His cheekbones are high and bright, and his lips are thick and dark. He really looks like a country bumpkin from the south. , only a few vendors know that he is the well-known Li Dabangzi. People who let him break his head can be found everywhere in Chaoyang District. Things, no one can hinder Huai, a Saturday afternoon.Li Huiquan found a familiar face in the crowd. Seeing that person walking along a row of stalls, he just couldn't think of his name.Where has he seen this man.

The man stopped in front of Sanlun and picked up a pair of dirty white-soled and blue-shoes. "Is it from Shenzhen?" "There is a trademark, you can see for yourself." The man didn't look at the trademark, but looked at Li Huiquan, and was stunned.There is a mould the size of a coffee bean on his right eyebrow, and the tip of his canine teeth opens a gap in his tightly closed lips.Li Huiquan finally remembered that he had beaten this head. "You are...a big stick, right?" "You are..." "I'm a brush! My surname is Ma, Ma Yifu! My family lives in Jintaixili, and that time... I looked like you! How are you, buddy?" I remembered.When he was in the slow class of high school, he and some classmates skipped class to go skating in the Red Scarf Park, and quarreled with people from Hongmiao Middle School because of the queue for renting skates.The two parties made an appointment at a stockyard at a construction site in Liulitun.It was Ma Yifu who took the lead over there.More than 20 people spent several heads in a scuffle, and two fractured.The specific impression is already blurred, I just remember that Ma Yifu asked someone to make peace, and invited him and a few others to have a meal at Qilu restaurant.Later, Ma Yifu and the others fought with the people from Jiuxianqiao, invited him, and he went, but there was no fight.At that time, he was already a little famous.

Ma Yifu is fatter than before.Li Huiquan felt that he had nothing to say.But he couldn't stand Ma Yifu's intimacy, he hadn't seen him for at least five years, did he suddenly pop out to ask him?He looked at each other indifferently. "How are you doing?" he asked. "Let's do it! The Jeep company is a joint venture between China and the United States. The boss has a big nose..." "It's better than me. I haven't been out for a long time... I've been here for three years, do you know?" "Yes, the man Fang Guangde stabbed I know him. He is from Hujialou Middle School. My younger sister is from Hujialou Middle School. I think his sister is my classmate. Their family lives in Baijiazhuang... The boy will recover from his injury in a few months, right! He went to Iraq last year Oh, his father is the section chief of China Construction Company, and I heard that the way is quite wild! Fuck it, you and Fang Guangde are out of luck..."

Ma Yifu spoke quickly and frequently, appearing particularly enthusiastic and chattering.This is no different from the past.Li Huiquan hated this mouth very much at that time, but now he wants to hear more about what it can tell him.He did live a little closed. "Have you committed any crimes in the past few years?" "Going in twice, the total is less than a month. I figured it out, don't play with the hanging if you can, it's not worthwhile to fall in... dont you agree? " "Hard to say." "Can you continue to mix business? Clothing was very popular the year before last, but not in the past two years."

"No other license." "That's right... the goods you bought are cheap enough, can you sell them? The style of these shoes is not bad, are they really made in Shenzhen?" Ma Yifu still held the pair of shoes in his hand. "Where, the goods from Baoding, who knows what the trademark is, they can still be sold with a foreign brand, as long as someone likes it!" "that is." "Take it if you like it." "Don't pay..." Li Huiquan asked the shoe size, picked a pair of clean ones from the box, and wrapped them in paper.Ma Yifu took out the money while blocking it, but he didn't take out the money, but took the shoes. "Bring you the money next time..." "Brush! Don't you fucking play with me." "Fuck! Dude is that... are you busy tonight?" "What are you doing?" "I'll wait for you at Xiaozhuang intersection at ten o'clock." "Do you have a rolling pin?" "Dude, I'm not kidding. There's a coffee shop opened on Knitting Road a month ago, and it closes at two o'clock at night. My buddy wants to invite you." "I won't go without wine." "You will know it when you come, and you will be satisfied. At ten o'clock sharp, I will wait for you next to the watchtower. Are you going to ride a car?" "Ride a bike!" "That's great, so you don't miss the last bus and can't go home. We've made a deal!" "You're so fucking wordy, you haven't changed a thing." "Really? My girlfriend thinks I don't talk too much!" "...do you have a girlfriend?" "Just play around! Show me tonight...I can't make up my mind right now." Ma Yifu was putting on a show, Huiquan could see that he was very proud.An important purpose of his treat is to show his girlfriend, and he wants to surprise his former friends with his choice.Li Huiquan was a little jealous, Ma Yifu's girlfriend must be quite decent.Maybe it's a beautiful girl, no matter what kind of girl she is, she must be subdued when she is with Ma Yifu. During the fight at Liulitun stockyard that time, Ma Yifu took a shovel from the construction site.At that time, he didn't know his name was Ma Yifu, he only heard someone call him Brush.He still doesn't know what "brush" means. At that time, Brush was crazy enough to swing a shovel.He greeted him with a rolling pin in his sleeve.From the first he felt that the shovel was a fraud.Brush's eyes showed the bottom, that's not the case for people who want to go all out.He guessed right. "Who dares to come here? I killed the little girl!" Huiquan passed by, and as soon as the brush's hand softened, he was hit on the head suddenly.If he hadn't been wearing a cotton hat, he would have been able to sew eight stitches this time. Huiquan had been chasing after him, and the rolling pin was beating loudly on the cotton-padded clothes and trousers. "Dude, it's over! It's over!" He let Huiquan have nowhere to go, and admitted defeat without embarrassment at all. Afterwards, he treated guests at the Qilu restaurant, and he admired Li Huiquan so much. "Dude, I've seen the world, but I've never seen someone like you before. I can tell by looking at your face that I've met something fatal...Aren't you afraid that I'll cut you off?" "If you cut me, I'll block it with my arm. I'm ready, but you didn't cut me. You're scared." "What the hell! I've convinced you. I'll be of use to any difficulties in the future. Even though Huiquan didn't need him, he came several times to ask Huiquan to help him fight. Huiquan only went once. The fight didn't work out, but Brush was very grateful to him. The two met a few times after they were unemployed, and they seldom interacted with each other when they got jobs. Huiquan's good friends are only Fang Chazi and Lao Hui. Li Huiquan felt that Ma Yifu was a little loyal.I haven't seen him for a few years, but I can still think about him, and I don't care about him when I talk. He's a good friend! Before going out at night, he wiped down the bike.I want to change clothes, but there is nothing decent.He kind of regretted it.A few days ago, Aunt Luo told him to wear the first few good clothes for the festival, but he never took it to heart.He is used to it, no matter wearing new clothes, now he realizes that he is too shabby. Ma Yifu was standing on the sidewalk behind Xiaozhuang's traffic watchtower, wearing a neat suit and slicked-back hair.The weather was warm and there were many people in suits. After seeing Ma Yifu, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.He has friends again, and they treat him pretty well. It's not that he doesn't have friends, he just doesn't bother to find them.Many people still remember Li Dabangzi, and people have not forgotten him.Ma Yifu still retains the old admiration for him, which makes him very excited. "Why are you still dressed like that?" "What's wrong?" "Too old hat! What are you doing with the money?" "What do you earn? It's good to get back the original money. After working for two months, I just earned three rounds of money..." "You are too honest!" "How can you be dishonest?" "After a while, just look at the gangsters and you'll know... just ahead... There's a Daifa minivan at the door, this place is absolutely amazing, I'm sure you'll want to come again!" The large glass windows of the coffee shop line the sidewalk.The street lamps were dazzling, but the lights in the windows were dim.When I got closer, I realized that there were thick curtains hanging inside, and I couldn't see anything clearly. There are a few large orange characters pasted on the aluminum door: Karaoke 0K.do not know the meaning.The outside sales hall is only a few square meters, and there are no customers. Behind the counter is a tired-looking saleswoman.She seemed to know Ma Yifu and nodded.Ma Yifu pushed open a narrow leather-wrapped door on the right with a smile on his face, and the business hall appeared in front of him, and the soft music and singing came over his face. "Close the door!" "Close the door!" It was the voice of an emotional customer.Li Huiquan closed the door and looked at this luxurious scene with hostile eyes.Like a narrow train carriage, there are seats with high backs separated by small long tables on both sides, forming several single rooms that do not interfere with each other. The aisle in the middle is only enough for one person to pass through. There is a microphone at the end of the aisle, behind the microphone There was a young woman sitting by the curtain wall, turning around and singing with her eyes closed. She was sitting on a swivel chair, and her posture was very comfortable.She sang exactly the kind of song you could never catch the words of.The noise was so bad it couldn't have been an actor.But her demeanor was more arrogant than that of an actor. Ma Yifu led him into a private room.The fat girl in the seat is drinking Coca-Cola.Ma Yifu looked cautious.Li Huiquan realized that this might be Brush's girlfriend. She didn't seem very happy about taking a seat for them. "This is my friend..." Ma Yifu pointed at her. Li Huiquan blushed a little, nodded and sat down. "This is my friend..." Ma Yifu pointed to Huiquan again.He is afraid of this woman.Huiquan saw it. The fat girl chuckled.Not good looking.Nose too deep, no eyes, no chin.Nothing to be jealous of.Huiquan thinks that Ma Yifu is suitable for such a girl.Ma Yifu whispered something in the fat girl's ear.The girl nodded like a princess. There is a window hole on the east wall of the business hall, which is similar to the food outlet of the canteen.From there, Ma Yifu brought three cups of coffee and three Western-style pastries in small plates. "Mai's original!" "Hush your voice, you know!" The fat girl snapped the brush.Huiquan took a sip, it was bitter, strangely bitter. The young woman stood up before the music stopped. "It's your turn!" she said. A shabby young man walked over to take the microphone.The young woman kissed him generously on the cheek.Possibly a couple.Isn't that too much?Huiquan thought for a while, and took another sip of coffee.The taste is better than before. "What tune?" "Whatever... let's go faster!" The young man said a few words to the person in the window hole, and then he writhed violently accompanied by the sudden burst of music.He didn't sing, but Lingya grinned as if he couldn't think of words, and only let out a low or sharp cry at a critical place. Waiters behind the window serve food and music.What Gu Rong paid was money and feelings that had no place to vent.Li Huiquan thought that young man looked like a tomcat named Chun.The strange thing is that my throat was itchy, and I wanted to make a strange cry. This place is really interesting. "Do you sing or not?" "No singing." "A cup of coffee costs two yuan. If you don't sing, you can't sing. Huiquan, do you want to sing?" "I won't……" "If you don't sing, I will sing!" At 11:30, Ma Yifu sang "Moon of the Fifteenth".Those who listened didn't have any fuss.No matter how serious the singer is, he can't coordinate his singing voice with the surrounding environment.Brushes probably wouldn't sing anything else.Or the fat girl must make him sing the song.After singing, Brush sent his girlfriend home.The brush's singing voice recorded just now was replayed in the speakers.Only at this time did someone hear the joke and burst out laughing.The sound of the brush sucking air was loud and weird, like a gas cylinder that didn't work.Li Huiquan couldn't imagine what would happen if his noise was recorded.He had not heard his own singing.The voice you listen to while singing must be far from your actual voice. He wanted to go up and try. ．There is no entry behind the microphone.The speaker is playing a deep and beautiful piece of music.He remembered the theme song of "Shaolin Temple", hummed it to himself, and found that he couldn't remember the lyrics of the second half.He lost his nerve.He would look silly standing there singing solo, and nothing could make that foolish.Just as he was hesitating, a young man with a guitar in his arms passed through the aisle and sat on the swivel chair that anyone could sit on as if no one else was around.He signaled the waiter to turn off the stereo, and began to play and sing very smartly. It's not the music that people care about, it's not the food.Some well-dressed young men and women were talking in low voices.In the single room opposite, a couple is kissing. The kiss is very beautiful, as if it was deliberately done for others to see.They were so young, with the faces of high school students.Their expressions are carefree and incomprehensible. The coffee is over.Li Huiquan opened the menu.There's French brandy, two dollars and five.a cup.I don't know what size cup it is.There's also Italian pasta, creamy salad, ham sandwiches, and canned beef.The price is not low.He went to the window opening and ordered two cans of Tsingtao beer and a plate of salad, and walked back to his seat carefully stepping on the carpet. "This is your first time here, how about going up and singing a song?" "I won't, I just want to drink..." The waitress who cleaned up the tableware was very kind and generous. "It would be nice to come here a few more times. Your comments are welcome. We close at two o'clock here. Why don't you come for some supper?" "No... thanks!" The fat girl lived not far away, Ma Yifu came back soon, his face was not very good, and he didn't speak for a long time. "What's wrong?" Huiquan asked. "She insisted on asking me what you do, fuck! The mother can't trust me, she always wants to control me, so I kicked her in a hurry!" "What did she ask me for?" "She said you're pretty fierce... Actually, it's nothing. She's afraid that I'll get into trouble with other people, and that I won't learn well. Fuck! You're a bitch. Don't I want to learn it?" "I think she's a nice person." "That's right. I think it's not bad. What else are we looking for with this look? I was detained for half a month at a popular movie theater last year, and she almost boasted to me! Now she can control me That's tight..." "It's not for your own good." "That's right! I want to open it too. The benefits of the factory are high, and there are a lot of bonuses. I can live a stable life. I have more money than I have. If I have money, I will be happy. If I have no money, I will not look down." "When will you get married?" Brush froze for a moment. "To tell you the truth, she loves me and her mother doesn't want to, and she hasn't said anything yet!  … Do you think I'm too cheap?In the past, I could play whoever my mother wanted! " "Forget it, you! With your little ability..." "Of course, buddy can't compare with Fang Chazi, and you can't compare with you. Seriously, where is your girlfriend? Let buddy see sometime..." Huiquan forced a smile. "Look, I'll scare you to death!" "Who?" "...Isn't it your treat? The wine is gone, how about a glass of brandy?" "Dude money is tight..." "I have got!" Huiquan feels that it was a mistake to reconnect with Ma Yifu.This guy is oily and doesn't care about his situation.Didn't ask him how he was doing in the reeducation through labor brigade at all. Is this a momentary negligence?People didn't pay attention to his pain at all.Brush never asked about his mother.It also disappointed him. Ma Yifu whined about his love history. Late at night.Occasionally there is the sound of speeding cars on the road outside the window, speeding.This is the best moment for motor vehicles.The customers in the business hall changed a group of people.The atmosphere is still warm and cheerful.The waiters are all in high spirits. About one o'clock a bearded man entered the café a few miles away.He was greeted by waiters and many customers.While nodding his greetings, he sat down on the empty seat opposite Huiquan and the others.Ma Yifu seemed to know him. "Are you here?" "coming." "Long time no see?" "Just came back from Guangzhou. Have they hired someone to sing? Is it male or female?" "Bullshit! Professionals don't want to come, and amateurs can't find it. Actually, who can't meow a few times?" "Smoking. Dude..." "My friend. Don't you know the big stick?" "...I seem to have heard of it." "Just came out. Selling clothes at Dongdaqiao..." "Really? Smoking." He offered the cigarette case to Li Huiquan.The eyes of the two men met quickly.Li Yiquan got angry by himself, but couldn't help but glance at the other party.There are a lot of white eyes, and the black eyeballs are a little protruding. The fat beard covers the lower half of the face, and it looks fierce. His suit was not very clean, and his fingers holding cigarettes were white and slender.I don't know what he does, and his age is no more than thirty years old.He wore at least three rings, and Ma Yifu seemed to be flattering him. The bearded man applauded a young woman who was singing, and then went to the window to chat with the people inside.Li Huiquan felt that this man was very shrewd and had a weather-beaten look. There was a middle-aged man nicknamed "Tie Si" in the labor camp, and he was so detailed and steady in his work and speech.No one could imagine his crime. He sold urns in the countryside where cremation had just been carried out. His so-called urns were authentic pickle jars, and any grocery store in the city had them.What kind of person is, you can't tell from the surface, the brush suit and leather shoes seem to have changed a lot, but in fact it is no different from that stupid little play a few years ago. "Who is he?" Huiquan asked. "My surname is Cui. I don't know what his name is. It's not good to ask this in this place. He wants you to know and he just said it himself. If he doesn't tell us, we don't need to ask. People who come here to show off are not good." "You seem to know him?" "It was common when the dance hall was set up in the Cultural Palace. I met him twice after the cafe opened, that is, nodding friendship. I really don't know what he does..." "Where is his home?" "Maybe he's from Ten Mile Fort, and he doesn't show up often. Don't think he knows everyone, but he really knows that there are not many people in him. The bastard has a lot of money, maybe he really has something to do." The bearded man stood by the window hole and drank a cup of coffee, waved his hand, pushed the door away, and the brush drank brandy, his language became more and more exaggerated, and his love history was developing into a farce. The coffee shop began to play the last song before closing.The melody is crazy loud.Customers stood up in twos and threes and wriggled between the cramped seats.A girl in a leather jacket moved a lot, and her skinny-leg down trousers surged up and down the short aisle like waves. "Is it okay? Is it okay?" The red sadness on Ma Yifu's eyebrows twitched slightly. "Look at her, she looks like she is being fucked... I don't know where to sell her for a while!" Li Huiquan stuffed the last piece of salad into his mouth with a small spoon.Brush swearing sounds uncomfortable and out of place.He thought that the station girl danced well.At least, he has never danced so happily like others. "Let's go!" Li Huiquan patted Ma Yifu's lustful forehead, the brush was absorbed, and he was peeling off his clothes with his eyes.