Chapter 136 one three five

But Ye Longbei's story cannot be finished every time because of a twist in the middle.Ye Longbei's "Cha'er" is sometimes far away from his story.For example, the beautiful sister-in-law he talked about could lead to another woman, who may have been seen in Qingdao, the city where he lived, when he was a child.Then, to talk about the beautiful woman he has seen, it is necessary to talk about the ecological environment of this woman, such as the time and place when Ye Longbei found her, and the necessary artistic conception and atmosphere at that time. "At that time, she lived on Qidong Road—a road where rich people gather, and the big traitor Wang Kemin also lived on that road. The road went up and down. It was foggy in the morning, and the doors of each house were foggy. The window was opened, and the women came out, most of them went to school, and the cars, rickshaws, and carriages in the fog drove them away... Hey! That beautiful..."

Ye Longbei seemed to describe the car as beautiful, but he was talking about people, beautiful people, women.The woman also talked about his divorced wife. This was the first time Ye Longbei talked about his past wife.He said that his wife also lived on Qidong Road in the past, and he said that she was neither beautiful nor not beautiful.He and she were classmates in elementary school, but they didn't date each other. Later, they met again when they were studying at university in Beijing.At that time, he was a student of Forestry College, and she was studying piano at the Conservatory of Music.get married.divorced.She moved out with her "Modley" German piano, and even threw her son to him.The son has been with his grandmother in his hometown.

"You also live on Qidong Road?" "No, we live on Laiwu Road, not too far from Qidong Road." It was only then that Su Mei found out the source for Ye Longbei to accept the soles of the children's shoes in Xiangshao Hutong. So, because Ye Longbei's story went off and on for too long, Su Mei had to say goodbye halfway, so there was another time.Let’s talk about it again next time, maybe it’s not beautiful anymore, it’s horror, it’s loneliness, it’s happiness, it’s sadness... A script is about from the summer when they first met to the autumn.In autumn, they went to Xiangshan to see the red leaves and talk about scripts.

"Most North Korean apples are Guoguang apples, which are delicious." Ye Longbei said, "China also has Guoguang. I wrote two art reviews before I started art. Oh, I'm talking about apples. It looks like a red face with rouge, eat it... the old battalion commander I'm talking about doesn't want to eat that kind of apple, Every time he tasted something wrong, he took a bite of the apple and put it on the bedside table until the apple rotted. As a montage of the movie, there should be a series of "human" and "out" shots connecting the apple from biting open to rotten .”

"What happened next?" Su Mei asked.She didn't know how many "later" she had asked, but she was still asking, sincerely. "You mean apples?" "I mean the whole story." "The whole story revolves around the old battalion commander." "Where's the old battalion commander?" "He was demobilized later, and the injury was too serious. He asked to be demobilized and asked to go to a post that was more suitable for him. This is actually a freehand brushwork, a freehand brushwork of the national spirit. The spirit of the old battalion commander—including his three times When he came out of the morgue, he asked to eat pure apples, and asked to be demobilized to a job that was most suitable for him...these are all freehand brushwork of the national spirit, and this spirit is the deep-rooted national spirit."

"I believe this is the freehand brushwork of the national spirit, but where is it best for him?" "This is one of the most complicated and difficult problems to solve in the whole play. I have made many assumptions." "You might as well tell me." "No, because none of them are suitable. Why? Just because he can't get what he should do, and what he shouldn't do is waiting for him, so he falls into the mercy of fate. You shouldn't put this It comes down to society, it's fate, it's fate's manipulation of him." "Then, is he really unable to get rid of it? I mean fate is at the mercy of him."

"There's no getting rid of it at the moment. It doesn't make sense that you can't get rid of my idea." "You can use your assumptions to inspire society. Art should go ahead of society." "This is not the social function of art. The function of art is another complex issue that is indisputable. You may understand it better than me. Can you use a painting to call on people to be perfect? ​​You can call, but the painting is still Painting. You can’t say that if I draw a cabbage, people have to see good and do good; if I draw a cannon, it’s evil, and people have to do evil and demand aggression. Isn’t it?”

"Yes. But the inspiration of art cannot be ignored." "Yes, it can't be ignored. It's just enlightenment. But fate is inescapable. For example, fate puts you in the ring, and fate makes Yuxiu hide in my house." "I'm a little unhappy about your comparison, or I object." "Sorry, you mean you and Yuxiu?" Su Mei showed displeasure, and distanced herself from him. "Hey, come back!" Ye Longbei said as he caught up with her and approached her again. "How can you compare like this? Then may I ask you a question." Su Mei asked Ye Longbei, getting excited.

"of course can." "Perhaps Yuxiu's hiding in your house is an arrangement of fate, but whose arrangement is it that you want Yuxiu to marry you? It is also fate? Then can it be said that Yuxiu's destiny is you? Or you represent Yuxiu's destiny !" "You can't say that. The manipulation of fate is also a spirit, a spirit of manipulating and being manipulated. It doesn't refer to any specific person." "But you clearly mentioned me just now, and that's what I object to." "I can make some concessions for the time being, because I did mention you."

"What about someone else?" "Never give in." "Why are you giving in to me?" "Because, it's about you and Spoon Alley, or in other words: Spoon Alley and you. Do you know why people feel that life sometimes has a burst of brilliance?" "You had that moment? Your shining moment? Your life?" "Yes! There must have been." "In Ring Spoon Alley?" "That's for sure. The moment I met you at the train station in Xiangshao Alley." Su Mei stopped talking.She walked side by side with him in harmony, an unprecedented harmony.If she came to Xiangshan specifically to listen to his script, then now she feels that she definitely did not come to listen to his script.She also felt that no matter how procrastinated the script was, it was the most common war story. The story only showed that everyone should have a reasonable job, nothing else.And when it comes to the mercy of fate, now that she and him are getting more and more harmonious, it seems like fate.

Su Mei suddenly thought of Licheng's husband, the husband who was dedicated to his career but didn't even care about her sleeping. "I'm married." Su Mei said to Ye Longbei suddenly. "I think so." Ye Longbei said. "Why do you think so?" "Because I want to get married too, you know. I don't just want to get married, I even want to do things other than getting married." "I don't know what you mean." Su Mei looked at Ye Longbei expectantly, as if asking: What is something other than marriage?Why are you talking to me?Can I understand it as my relationship with you?For example, when you come to Xiangshan (to see the red leaves), people look at you and me coldly, what are we doing?Why do you walk endlessly, shoulder to shoulder?Su Mei is willing to listen to what Ye Longbei has to say, and she is willing to let the "cold eyes" who come and go to guess their relationship to their heart's content. But Ye Longbei's answer made Su Mei very surprised and frustrated. Ye Longbei said: "You want to know what I mean just now?" Su Mei said, "I want to know." Ye Longbei said: "I can't hide everything from you. I can't hide everything from you. I can't hide anything from you about Yuxiu, and I can't hide anything from your aunt Song Zhuxi. Yes, sometimes I am with your aunt." Su Mei's mind was a little confused, and now there was another aunt and "together" between them.Although she didn't know what Ye Longbei meant by "together", she knew that since he didn't intend to hide it from her, then it was "together".She was a little moved by Ye Longbei's magnanimity towards her, although it was almost cruel magnanimity.She remembered that time when she had fast food with Zhuxi, when she mentioned Ye Longbei, Zhuxi dodged the word Ye Longbei.She further confirmed what it meant to be "together", and also confirmed Ye Longbei's frank cruelty.This is like being cruel to Zhu Xi, and also like being cruel to Su Mei herself. Su Mei wondered at her own logic, but stubbornly couldn't break free from it.She was thinking about who he was with and what it has to do with me; on the other hand, she was thinking that if it didn't matter, would Ye Longbei still need to tell me? "I still think you should get married." Su Mei said. "With whom?" Ye Longbei asked. "Follow Yuxiu." "You also think it's appropriate? Didn't you just say clearly that I was manipulating her?" "It's my impoliteness." "You mean she likes me?" "That's how I see it. How could she live in Beijing without you?" "You have no reason to describe Yuxiu like that. Although she is indeed a rural girl, and I don't want to eat dumplings made by her, you shouldn't describe her like that." "I'm so sorry, it's time for me to apologize to you again." "She didn't like me because she could live in Beijing. How did she know that I could go back to Beijing?" "I am sure of that. Because you breathe her as you breathe country air." "I do feel that way." "Then isn't your life starting to shine again?" "No. Not the same." "Is it the back to basics you said?" "You can say so." "It's a pity that you are back in this unrecognizable city. If you are not in the room with Simmons, you are surrounded by fields and glades with earthy fragrance, just like old Tolstoy and his Wouldn't it be better for a slave girl?" "Unfortunately, I am not old Tolstoy, and Yuxiu is not my slave girl."