Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Journey to the East

one When I was young I loved a bright yellow. A little darker than lemon yellow, and a little lighter than orange.I have a yellow top, double jacket, and it's one of my favorite pieces. Wearing black jeans, with a strange hairstyle, one side is very short, and the other hangs down, covering half of the face.Many years later, Zhang Zun still remembered this hairstyle. Every time he finished expressing his emotions with others, he would say: Lin Zhuzhu was really very fashionable back then, with short hair cut with noodles in clear soup. Hairstyles really define my state of mind and my way of life.

It was a hairstyle specially designed for me. My girlfriend Fang Yun brought two of her hairdressing friends to the library dormitory. A man and a woman. Just cut off my shoulder-length hair.While cutting, he said: Make sure, don't worry! Then I wore my yellow top and black jeans and wandered the streets of Nanning with my hair, which is unique in the whole city.In the middle of the night I am like a witch on a bicycle, in the day I am like a strange sunflower. The word witch is not my word. But I like this title very much. I think it is extraordinary, prophetic, mysterious and erratic. It only appears in movies. When I was young, I especially liked being a character that is impossible in life. I'm more excited to be a Ph.D. or a scholar.

The word witch was first said by Li Guan, who was the most sensitive to words among my early friends. Li Guan was in Guilin at the time, and I was in Nanning.He happened to be in Nanning for a meeting that time.One evening, I went to Wang Hong's house to watch her bathe the child, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw Li Guan. He immediately said: Lin Zhuzhu, I saw you last night, half of your face was covered by your hair.I said: Why didn't I see you.He said: You must be right, wearing your yellow jacket, riding a bicycle with one hand, and putting the other hand in your trouser pocket, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there is no one on the street, especially like a witch, not who you are.

During the day, the witch disappears, and when the sun shines, she turns into a sunflower. Now I feel that my clothes are no longer that indescribable yellow, it is exactly the color of a sunflower, which emits a dazzling golden yellow in the sun.The sunflower plant made me hear a song first, "The Yangtze River is rolling to the east, and the sunflowers are blooming towards the sun. We are full of passion to welcome the Ninth National Congress, welcome the Ninth National Congress, we will sing loudly, we will sing loudly..." In the singing, the scenes of thousands of people gathering, celebrating, and parading are like sea water coming in one after another. We hold sunflowers made of paper and become part of this sea water.

Sunflower is the flower we have seen the most since childhood. It appears on screens, stages, walls, newspapers, blackboards, textbooks, envelopes, letter paper, notebooks, badges, porcelain plates, teacups, washbasins, and in our hands. It becomes a kind of prop that opens and closes. In the parade, when the whistle blew, we opened at the same time, and the sunflowers were golden on top of our heads (if I was not in high spirits, or dizzy, I would feel that this piece of sunflower was a piece of Shi Huang, of course the shit yellow is the ugliest), the whistle blew twice, we closed the sunflower, and a piece of black head reappeared.

In the south, in our small town, I rarely see real sunflowers, the kind with their broad leaves, brown, plump discs, and mysteriously orbiting the sun, and if I do, I exclaim , and stopped to look at the first half of the day, I like its moving brightness.But in more days, the sunflower is a simplified symbol, when it appears on the envelope, it is an ellipse surrounded by a circle of smaller semicircles, which makes it look like an eggshell. It was stained with a circle of insect eggs, which was extremely ugly.This kind of pattern is overwhelming, like sand and sand. When I was eight to eighteen years old, I completely lost the ability to feel this kind of flowers.

It was not until Van Gogh appeared in China that the sunflower was regenerated.Layer upon layer of colour, nervous veins throbbing in them, like a cymbal in silence, and petals of pure yellow grow in blazing fire, at which point the true sunflower rises from the earth and becomes immortal. things. In the 1980s, the photo of me wearing a yellow top and standing with my head slightly tilted in the wilderness reminded me of a sunflower, the sun was strong, the sky was blue, the pure yellow on my upper body was burning, and my hair was burning.But when I found this photo, I found that behind me was not a blue sky, but a red mural.The murals are on a cliff, which protrudes from the river, and you need to rent a wooden boat to get there.

I stood sideways in front of the cliff painting, with red frogs densely packed behind me. This photo was probably taken in 1986 or 1987 in Ningming County, Guangxi.In my old photo albums, there are many photos of me wearing a yellow shirt. They were taken in Baise, Longlin, and Tianlin in Guangxi, Wenshan, Maguan, Malipo, Funing in Yunnan, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, and Zhuhai. , Beijing, a piece of golden yellow in the album, like countless vigorous sunflowers, blooming all over the motherland. From this I realized that even though I didn't get a house, I should still be grateful to the film studio, it was the most interesting place I've ever been in, and it gave me freedom instead of a house.

Is there any unit that can receive wages without going to work?What unit always lets you watch movies that you can't see in the cinema, and pays you to travel around the motherland? I am such a blessed person. A movie worm fell into a film studio, just like a silkworm fell into a mulberry field. The mulberry fields are endless, and the fat, tender, and big mulberry leaves are endless like sea water. I ate one after another. In the end, I will become a silkworm essence, transparent and golden.Such a blessing fell from the sky, like a piece of bread, and hit my head with a bang. I couldn't even think of such a good thing when I was working in the library.

I especially like thinking back to the day I reported to the studio. Recommendations, assessments, and interviews blew past like the wind. With the letter of introduction from the library in my pocket, I rode my bicycle and rushed up to Qiyi Square.It was November, the most beautiful season in Nanning. The heat had dissipated, and the coolness was curling up. All the leaves showed a kind of dark green in late autumn, and all the dark green became more plump. It was a scene of a good harvest. I walked on the street, like a farmer walking in the harvested field, the wind is the golden wind, the dew is the jade dew, and the leaves all over the city are making noises, they turn their light-colored backs over for a while, and turn over again for a while. Turn over the dark color on the front, which makes the green all over the street dark and shallow, with full layers.The sun is dancing on the leaves, the green is shining brightly, and the world is full of brilliance. Even the ugliest tripe fruit in the world (that is, the wood pineapple, with a shell like a cow's stomach, dark brown, and densely packed thorns) in the autumn afternoon Under the light, it also becomes like a golden gong, ringing under the bright blue sky.

Chaoyang Road, Railway Station, Zhonghua Road, turn left, Hengyang Road, Youai Road, at the end of Youai Road, the end of the city, the left side of the road is Guangxi Film Studio. The light yellow gate, silent and mysterious, I walked through the iron fence, through a large open space, through flower beds and the mail room, the first floor, second floor, third floor, fourth floor, the left side of the fourth floor is the Department of Literature. The entire literature department was quiet, only one office was open. I looked up and saw the director of the department sitting at the desk alone. I said: I am here to report.The director said: good, good.He took me to the finance department on the second floor, handed over my salary relationship to a lesbian, and then led me to the library to borrow books.The director said: During this period of time, your job is to read books. You should first get familiar with movies. You come to the regular meeting every Monday at 9:00 am, come to sweep the floor at 4:00 pm on Saturdays, and stay at home the rest of the time. Then it's fine. I drove home along Youai Road, Hengyang Road, Zhonghua Road, the railway station, and Qiyi Square on Chaoyang Road. The open pores of my whole body drove in, reaching my internal organs. My body overflowed with air that became light due to expansion. There was a force that lifted me up. I was both on the waves and in the air. All the houses Buildings, telephone poles, traffic kiosks, trash cans, all the leaves, and the tripe fruit all say the same thing: no need to go to work!I can sleep late every day! Freedom descended from the sky, the court speech Baidi was among the colorful clouds, tears flew down and poured rain, and from Hengyang to Chaoyang, the poems of Li Bai, Du Fu and Chairman Mao were like flying arrows, whizzing past my blood, emitting crackling fire. On Saturday, I excitedly went to sweep the floor. I have not gone to work for a whole week, and I feel that I am not worthy of my salary, so I regard sweeping the floor as a very important thing.Thinking of the vast area of ​​the factory, the overgrown grass, and the accumulation of fallen leaves, I think it is very possible to sweep from four o'clock to six o'clock. I arrived early, and the doors of the three offices of the Department of Literature were all closed, and no one could be seen. I couldn’t get in without a key, so I had to wander in the corridors. I wandered for almost half an hour but I still didn’t see anyone coming, so I started again. From the fourth floor to the first floor, from the first floor to the fourth floor, I walked up and down several times, but there was still no one. It was past four o'clock, and I was a little anxious. I saw a big bamboo broom half a person's height in the corridor, and I took it and started sweeping in the corridor.After sweeping a few times, I felt that it was strange for a person to sweep the floor in such a strange place, and there was a feeling of being suspended in the air. I put down the broom in doubt and went downstairs again.I went to the window next to the office building, which was a fortress, and everyone had to pass through there.I plan to wait until someone sweeps the floor before I sweep, otherwise I can't be sure of my behavior in a new unit. After a while, a colleague from the literature department came, and I asked him about Baogan District.He said that the Baogan District is the place where you and I stand, and there is nothing to clean up.After speaking, he went to the mail room to read the letter.I looked around, and people from other departments came out with brooms one after another. Without the people from the literature department, I felt extremely lonely inside, like a thorn in my back, and felt like I was surrounded by enemies.Fortunately, it was only a small area, and I finished scanning it in a few strokes. I was a little worried, so I asked people in other departments.The man glared at me and said, "Your literature department often travels on business, and that's the only place in the Baogan District." After sweeping the floor and going upstairs, the secretary of the literature department came. She told me that the director of the department had gone to Beijing on a business trip and would not use it for the meeting next Monday. The director asked her to arrange for me to read the script and make comments, but she didn't leave the script.She asked me to read the book first and wait for the director to come back.So I can go home. This is how I first went to work in a film studio. I later learned that this kind of complete week of inactivity often happens.No matter who is the director of the department, he will often go to Beijing. When the director is not at home, he will not use it for regular meetings. There is no need to sweep the floor. Twice a year is enough, once on November and once on New Year’s Day. You won't be deducted from your salary. Sometimes you don’t have to go to work for two or three weeks, and you even forget that you are a member of the film studio. At this time, the factory calls, saying that the factory has distributed oranges, come and get them, fruit Can't let go.Sometimes it is white sugar, which weighs ten catties a hair, and sometimes it is an exhaust fan, one for each person.Back then, the film studio had very good economic benefits, and things often came out.I used a bicycle to transport a basket of fresh tangerines, oranges, and mangoes home. I slept all day long, wrote novels, and fell in love. I ate fruits while writing novels. I ate one or two catties a day. I just finished eating here. , There was another notice that the factory had distributed fruit. That was really a rare happy time in my life!There will never be such a good time again.For this I am forever grateful to Guangxi Film Studio. If the factory can still pay wages now, not only can the wages be paid, but also a house can be allocated to me, and I don’t have to work. If one day it says: Lin Spider Spider, come back!I will definitely roll and crawl, day and night, running towards it like a moth to a flame! Of course, this is just wishful thinking on my part. two One of the photos of me wearing yellow clothes was taken in Guangzhou. It was a yellow dress. I stood with my head tilted at the gate of the Oriental Paradise, smiling and full of interest.