Chapter 7 "Trash" 7

Nan Xi was so anxious that she jumped up and grabbed my trolley to prevent me from leaving. "Let go." I said. "Then you open the door first, please." "No." I said. "I'll be back soon after picking up the trash. You can go play anywhere first, be obedient." "I'm angry! Please open the door!" "No. Wait for me to come back." "Okay, you go and collect your trash. I don't care if Xiaomai gets choked with phlegm in the middle of her sleep." Right.Now change me to Liushenwuzhu.I had to collect the trash cans all over the city, but I couldn't let Nanxi stay alone in the ward, so I locked all the doors and windows of the clinic.Now Nanxi and I are in a stalemate outside the clinic, and we are on fire.

compromise.Everything in the world can be compromised, so I wrote the notice in regular script and rushed to the bulletin board of the administrative hall to post it. From now on—— 1. The public trash cans on the floors of each building: Clean them up from time to time. Again, please sort the trash properly. 2. Garbage subcarts in various places: change to cleaning every three days. 3.Food waste: Please send it to the compost pit in the east of the city by yourself. 4.Electrical appliances, furniture and large waste: Please send them to the garbage dump by yourself, or go to the clinic to contact the hater.

ps.Those who intend to commit suicide: please wait, the incinerator is not open yet. Standing in front of the bulletin board, I was attracted by another post. It was an announcement from Mr. Xin’s office. where to send. The superfluous list, in short, is the evacuation of all people, except for wheat.This official document was sent to everyone a long time ago, and everyone discarded it after reading it. I have received many copies from the trash can, but now I still read the announcement carefully. From the first When the name reaches the last one, I read it back from the end, only regretting that I don’t have a magnifying glass at hand.

"Scary." A person passing by stopped and looked at my garbage notice, then at me, and gasped. "What?" I asked. "No...it's nothing." The man answered with wide eyes, turned his head and ran away. I continued to read the list, and I was so absorbed in the sound that I wanted to throw away the things in my hand, free my fingers to touch the names one by one, and looked down, only to realize that I was rubbing my own hat with both hands.I don't know when I took it off. Another figure appeared at the elevator entrance and quietly passed behind me. I put on my felt hat and turned to stop her. It was Nanxi.

Nan Xi hesitated, "Mr. Xin is feeling unwell again, he wants me to come and have a look..." He hesitated, "...so... can you lend me that key? I want to go back and get some medicine." "Okay, I'm going back, follow me." I took her arm and walked towards the clinic, listening to her muttering something, I turned around and asked, "Say what? Say it louder again?" "I said, Uncle Mao, you look so scary." Nan Xi said brightly. Am I scarier than this mortal world?Just stepped out of the entrance of the hall, and almost ran into a group of people head-on, they were interviewers from the TV station.These reporters have recently come out like cockroaches, and Hecheng is an old cake, they are willing to take a bite of everything, now there are two people holding up the microphone and walking towards Nan Xi and me, I pushed them hard: "Get out of the way , don't make me talk."

Another week has passed, and all factories in the city have stopped working. Another week, everyone’s new hobby is sitting on the packed luggage and chatting, and they are very enthusiastic about everything, except tomorrow. I doze off every day, and gradually wake up at night. I wake up and wait until Nanxi breathes evenly and soundly. Rubbish. It's cold at night, but my anger is strong enough that even the yellow leaves that boil the whole city can't suppress my anger, protecting me from working all night and not dying on the street.Pulling the trolley, I started to go to the front door of the administrative building habitually first, and looked up. In such a late night, Mr. Xin's office was still lit, and there was a dark shadow in the light.

Mr. Xin stood at the window, looking down at me.It has been several nights in a row, no one broke the silence, just looking at each other like this in a mirror, I wear a hat, he is backlit, and something as hard as ice is blocked in the middle. The night dew wets the river city, and every cart of garbage is heavier than before. I struggled to and fro, but I still couldn’t finish the work before dawn. When I pushed the second load of garbage from the dormitory in the east of the city through the central square, I took a few breaths and sat on the stone slab. Dazi lay down to rest and saw an early-rising team carrying equipment into the square, and they immediately spotted me.

This group of people has been shooting documentaries in the city for several days. They are interested in almost everything. They also film people chatting on the street, some people fight, and wild cats climb trees. That's enough, now they are setting up the machine under the command of a man with ponytails, and the camera is facing the cliff behind the office building in the east of the city. Apparently they were clever enough.If you shoot from here, you will be able to capture the first sunrise in River City. But Ponytail walked towards me and knelt down, "Do you mind if we take a picture of you?"

Very kind voice.I tilted my head to look at him from under the brim of my hat, "I don't mind, I will step aside when I have enough rest." "We hope to interview you." I sat up, feeling sore all over my body, "Aren't you busy taking pictures of the sunrise?" "It's still early, the sunrise was filmed yesterday, and it's just a few more shots today." "Are you sure you want me to talk?" I asked.There was already a young man beside me metering the light, and a set of lenses was adjusted towards me. "Hehe, whatever you want to say, don't be restrained, we will have some questions and answers after you finish speaking." Xiao Mawei said and signaled to his staff desperately, "Can you raise your hat a little higher? It's better for the camera."

"no." "OK. It's up to you. You don't have to stand up, just sit down. Can we take pictures of the trolley?" "Okay, you mean I can do whatever I want with the subject?" A searchlight hit me, making me uncomfortable. "Hehe, are you a resident of Hecheng?" "I'm in charge of the dump." "Then let's talk about the garbage dump in River City." Ponytail put down the radio equipment, and slowly stepped back. "There are three types of garbage in River City." I started to speak hesitantly. There were two cameras running at the same time in front of me. I didn't know which way to look. I was facing Ponytail, and he made circles towards me. gesture, telling me not to stop.

"The first type is general garbage," I said, "if it can be decomposed naturally, it will be buried, if it doesn't want to be disillusioned, it will be disposed of in an incinerator, and if it doesn't work, it will be piled up in the open air. This classification method is not invented by me. You have to ask I, I'll tell you that it doesn't make sense, because basically you can't really eliminate garbage, and basically there is no real garbage, the only ones who are qualified to be garbage are people, and it's hard to classify people—" Little Pony Tail lit a cigarette and pointed I give it a thumbs up. "If you have to classify, I would say that most people are ordinary garbage, but you will not admit it yourself, you will only feel that you are valuable, you work hard, who the hell doesn't work hard? You are trying to cover up , make yourself look like a failure, in fact you are dispensable, this is the characteristic of ordinary garbage, you can't bear a little bit of suffering, you work hard on a regular basis but you can't even deal with the fat in your belly, I don't mean you Don't be nervous, I'm talking about rubbish, I've seen too much rubbish, I'm almost overwhelmed by your rubbish, don't blame me for speaking out, you want to cover up, you are actually very guilty, you are afraid of pain You are afraid of old age, as long as others love you, can I go on? Good. You are self-righteous, no one knows that you are a liar to the level of a master, you forget yourself when you are proud, you are full of sexual fantasies, but you have everything. It is very clear, you are greedy and wasteful, you especially love fame, you sleep with the TV on, but your pet dies alone, every friend of yours is sorry for you, you turn your face faster than you turn a book, you still You are good at telling stories, you look down on anyone in your bones, can I finish it in one breath? Okay. You are obscene. You are selfish. You are ignorant. You want to save face. You are more dependent than Baby. You are cheap. You are a master at fishing. You are obsequious. You don't care about other people's lives. You have no style in private. You like to brag. You are arrogant. You have to betray others every time, even your mother if necessary. You have a lot of bullshit. You Dual personality. You are greedy. You are mystical. You lie even when you are drunk. You are weak-willed. You refuse to associate with many people. You are lazy. You are cute. You are narrow-minded. You are always Regret. Your mailbox is full of mail. You are still a voyeur. You are paranoid. You often say the wrong things. You have low self-esteem. You are crazy about small things. You do not take responsibility. You cheat. You are mediocre. You You put on airs. You are hypocritical to the point of perfection. You don't see good people. You break all your vows. You secretly follow your sweetheart. You are foolish. You hold grudges. You gloat. You worship idols. You blame others. You are irresponsible. You are very Afraid of not keeping up with fashion. You stay in bed. You worship money. You are as timid as a mouse. You are very sorry to your parents. You can’t catch the jokes of others. You love to listen to rumors. You let people wait foolishly. You are speculative. You are arrogant. You are underappreciated. You have learned a lot of one-liners. You are a heartless person. You pretend to be sad. You are crazy. You are a dick. You are cruel. You are actually shy. You are perverted .You only won small prizes when buying lottery tickets.You are jealous.One more thing is better than one thing less.You are duplicity.You avoid.You pretend to be Xiaowei.You are depraved.You are despicable.You are really disappointed in yourself.You You only know the lyrics but not the poems. You have written anonymous black letters. You have no conscience. You think you are very romantic. You really love yourself enough, you bastard." Although Ponytail decided to rush to shoot the sunrise on the spur of the moment, I don't mind, I have a loyal audience.I even cooperatively pushed the trolley away from the scene and went straight back to the clinic. Nanxi was soundly asleep. I sat down next to Maimai and took a tissue to help him wipe his saliva.Mai Mai has been in a coma for the past few days and rarely wakes up. "The second type is recyclable waste." I continued to whisper in Maimai's ear, speaking very softly, so as not to wake up Nan Xi's sweet dream. "I'll keep it short because I know you're tired." Recycling is a good concept, it means that humans owe the earth too much, you are born in debt, the debt can be traced back to your East African ape-man ancestors, so whatever is thrown out of you, it is best to arrange new uses , you can take it back if necessary. If I can’t eat it back, I will separate it into categories and store it in the recycling area of ​​the garbage dump. There will be a recycling truck coming every half a month. I settle the account every six months and turn it over to the public treasury. Waiting for your consumption.They exist in all aspects of your life, including all clean paper, all recyclable plastics, all compostables, all kinds of bottles, all kinds of old clothes, all kinds of hardware, all kinds of things you are tired of Electrical appliances, all kinds of collections that you have not had time to develop feelings for, excluding things that will never be said, excluding tears that are secretly wiped away, excluding your youthful dreams. The third type, I don't care how other people classify it, it is commonly known as special garbage in the habit of Hecheng.Basically, they are also resource-type garbage. The difference is that they are normal in normal times, but after they are turned into garbage, they will become a disaster if they are not handled carefully. Because waste tires and old cables hurt the verdant forest thousands of miles away. Because the used needle is stained with the lover's cry. Because the residue of old batteries can shatter the universe. Because a girl's love is enough to kill. my personal opinionIt's very simple, all garbage is a derivative of human beings, just because human beings are too indirect, too indirect, and too difficult to face. If you live in a garbage dump like me, you will know that more than 80% of garbage is is redundant packaging.You yourself are a big box of Christmas presents, wrapped in incredibly beautiful packaging; unwrapped, it’s a hard shell; peeled off the shell, it’s soft lining; peeled off the lining, it’s pompous embellishment; peeled off the embellishment, it’s trivial Embellishment; erasure of embellishment is timid, one that cannot be exposed, you. Summary: Things that have nothing to do with people and have never been owned by people will not become garbage. Report from the dump complete. I am exhausted, and the sky is beginning to brighten, Nanxi will wake up, and I will sit by the bedside of Mai and take a nap. Before I take a nap, I will finish the last work of the day—my persistent garbage research. I took out a light green plastic bag from my pocket. Mr. Xin's garbage bag was very clean today. I shook it, and only a thick cardboard fell out, nothing else. On an elegant paper card rolled with silver thread, write in handsome handwriting: Time: a certain time in a certain month of a certain year. Location: Office. Person: You, I look forward to meeting you. Only these words were written on the entire card, and the time was tonight. There is no previous paragraph and no signature, but I understand what Mr. Xin means.This is an invitation, addressed to me.