Chapter 3 Sections 11-15

Chapter 11: Triangular Divinity / Cong Zhichen (3) Saturday was a windy day, and the sponsoring company said that they would put up promotional posters all over the triangle.The posters are orange, and there are four posters on each bulletin board, for a total of twelve posters on three boards.At the tenth post, a hand stretched out from behind and tore off the poster violently, both of you were shocked.Posters cannot be covered like this.Why?Because it was sold to others.You look in the direction of his mouth, and there is a gangster-looking person straddling his bicycle, waving his arms, and brushing paste on the bulletin board. There is a roll of small posters with cheap paper in the basket.Only then do you understand why training institution advertisements are always neatly arranged on the bulletin board.

Sitting in the greasy restaurant on the north side of Beixin Store, you can hear the north wind whistling by, the leaves murmuring like a rainstorm, and you imagine that the corners of those newly posted advertisements are slightly curled up, shivering in the strong wind.I have never been so frustrated and need to talk. You said that the original triangular land will extend a long way from the current location to the north, until the Centennial Lecture Hall.At that time, the Centennial Lecture Hall was the big dining hall, and students wrote their ideas and opinions into big-character posters and pasted them on the democracy wall of the big dining hall, which gradually became a tradition in Triangle.When you talk about the 1980s with fluttering white clothes, young people who read poetry aloud, and contentious articles posted on bulletin boards, they are all enough to attract onlookers.Was the Triangle Land back then the same as the society recruiting newcomers now, congested like an overwhelmed heart, and blood vessels might burst at any time?You see her eyes sparkle and it brings tears to your eyes.You also talked to each other about your childhood, how you each wandered the crossroads of the city, growing up alone.Love lightly and sincerely, and then ashes to ashes and ashes to ashes.Talking about dreams, because of the legendary love for this school in middle school, now I can’t sleep every night amidst the noise.In the evening, music was played in the restaurant, Lao Lang's voice was hoarse and desolate, Ye Bei was like a torn silk, and every sound hit the tip of his heart.At the beginning of the beginning, we are singing; at the end of the end, we are walking.The beginning of the beginning, the beginning of the beginning, the beginning of the beginning.You suddenly opened your mouth to confess your love to her, and you were taken aback.She stares at you blankly.I don't know, she said.I have no idea.His voice became smaller and smaller, he murmured, and his eyes lowered.I don't know, give me some time.

You were too young then to appreciate the subtlety behind some rejections, but also to understand that it wasn't such a bad outcome.At least you can wait for her calmly at the door of the classroom, go to the cafeteria to eat together, and go to the library to study by yourself.You can go through the Triangle Land at midnight and wander around Weiming Hubei together, among those abandoned earthen houses, among the dry ponds, among the desolate, one-person-high reeds.You often stand in front of the huge movie poster display board at the side door of the lecture hall for a long time, listening to the grizzled old lunatic standing aside and chatting endlessly.There were so many legends about this old man at that time, all of which are lost today.All you know is that he shows up every afternoon, explaining to everyone passing by the upcoming movie.Regardless of the old movies or the latest trends, they are all clear and thorough.You are surprised to find that as long as he talks about movies, he is full of energy and his language is very organized. Except for the paranoid madness that cannot be restrained in his tone and tone, he looks like a professor of celebrities.When you were twenty years old in midsummer, you went back to school and heard that he had died of SARS.It turned out that he lived on the 16th floor in the dark corridor. When he fell ill, he shouted and shouted for a long time, but no one responded. In the end, an old school worker borrowed a three-wheeled tablet to take him to the Third Hospital of Peking University, where he died halfway.When you learned about this, the Triangle Land was still full of traffic, and no one knew that there was such a crazy old man.At this time, you have less and less contact with her.Scenes of past events are like serial dramas, whether it is about the times or individuals.When you stand on the chaotic stage after the curtain ends, you can't help but feel lost.

Chapter 12: Triangular Divinity / Cong Zhichen (4) You never figured out how the two of you would gradually drift apart.Perhaps the cracks had already spread below the ice layer, and the ice surface was still shining.On New Year's Day when I was nineteen, there was an open-air New Year's carnival as usual.A stage was set up in a corner of the lecture hall square, singing and dancing all night long. The whole square was packed with people, cheering and jumping like waves.You failed to ask her out.She said that after playing for a semester, the exam is coming, and I have to review.She said, with you, I don't have the heart to do serious things.You seem to be used to the hustle and bustle, you are neither bored nor jubilant in the crowd, you just feel crowded but like facing a wasteland, extremely empty and vast.When the old principal stepped onto the stage and was about to ring the bell, your mobile phone rang suddenly, and you turned around to find her standing on a high platform outside the crowd.You squeeze out, and when the clock strikes midnight you will take her hand.

Behind the well-dressed propaganda wall in Triangle Land is the 16th floor. The size of the place between the two is quiet and deserted all the year round. Compared with the Triangle Land separated by a wall, it seems abandoned.She pulls you away from the crowd, she says, I don't like crowds.So I came here unknowingly.You are like voyeurs, and you can't see everyone carnival in the distance.Her hand seemed to hook slightly, and then again.You don't understand how the moonlight can be so bright, washing away all sound and light movies, reminding you of the evening when you first saw her.When you turned to look at her, she was hastily turning her face away, suddenly you were extremely flustered, wondering if it was time to hug her and kiss her.For a long time after that, you thought it was just because you were too timid at the time, but it was not, it was panic.She said she didn't know what would happen at this time next year.You saw the moonlight overflowing from between the two pine trees in the flower bed in the triangle, playing her soft silhouette, and you remembered that she said she didn't know, didn't know.His eyes were really blank.Your head is full of screaming, I don't know, I don't know.It was ridiculous when I thought about it later, but it was just a hug, and I was too young at that time.But there was no other way but to panic, as if once he held her in his arms, he would fall.You are all the same, addicted and selfish, with no sense of security.And just when you were about to reach out, she sighed softly and said, it's too late, go back.

That winter you sang that old school ballad repeatedly.There were often people crying loudly in the tavern at the school gate, and people sighing in the dark woods.The tape recorder in the dormitory also plays love you love you every day, but every holiday, you all leave in a hurry.Leave in a hurry.You leave very late, staying alone in the winter campus, observing the dry trees in the triangle for a long time.With the dark blue sky as the background, the branches are thick and dark, like metal reliefs.Occasionally a crow flies by, and you inexplicably think of the last date before she left.Standing at the gate of the Chang'an Theater after the drama is over, you can see the crowd fleeing, seeping into the soil like clear water.At ten o'clock at night, passing through one intersection after another, Beijing's traffic lights are complicated, so you will never find the right time.The taillights of cars coming and going suddenly dazzle your eyes, and you suddenly hear her saying, why is Beijing so big.It's so big, so many cars, so dangerous, so frightening.

Chapter 13: Triangular Divinity / Cong Zhichen (5) After returning home, she no longer relies on her mobile phone, and you can never get her text messages back.That night, the text message disappeared again, and you poured your own drink at the tavern at the South Gate until two o'clock.The triangle area in the early morning is in a mess. The small advertisements on the bulletin board have not been updated since the holidays.Taking advantage of the smell of alcohol, you stand in front of the bulletin board and ruthlessly tear up the remaining advertisements.At first, you tried your best to be brave, but with little effect; the cold wind blows your head and gradually you wake up, and you begin to realize that this is a technical job.Fingers must be highly sensitive, rubbing carefully, looking for unglued corners, gently provoking, slowly tearing, do not use brute force, it will only tear, and thus lose clues.Sometimes the gaps of paste bulged slightly in the middle of the paper, which had to be broken with a fingernail first.Back at the dormitory at four o'clock in the morning, thinking of the bare bulletin board behind me, like a victory in a duel, I was so excited that I couldn't fall asleep, I simply packed my luggage and went to catch the train home at eight o'clock.

You continue to be addicted to this game in the new semester, and you can hardly extricate yourself.Every night that you can't see her, you can't help but appear in the triangle in the early morning.Just like you have been keen to uncover the unhealed scars since you were a child, the secret happiness is accompanied by the secret pain.You've come to realize that ripping out those commercials completely is like helping the lean-bike bums clean up the field.So the strategy was changed, and only half of the advertisement was torn, so that the torn half of the advertisement drooped on the bulletin board, and it could not be pasted unless it was cleaned up.Some people began to pay attention to this matter, and one day you went to find many small green oval labels on the advertisement.Peking University Advertisement Paste License.You can't help but think of a Saturday, a blustery day.Thinking of what you said in the small restaurant, the wind was howling outside the window, and her eyes were bright.You suddenly felt extremely humiliated, and couldn't help being furious, frantically kicking and kicking the bulletin board that had been torn like sores.The hollow, dull sound of thin iron plates was heard far away in the middle of the night.You heard the chaotic footsteps approaching from far away, so you turned around and ran away.The security guards shouted and asked one after another. You, who were hiding in the shadow of the west door of the lecture hall, couldn't breathe, but couldn't hold back, and burst into tears.

The triangle is as narrow as a postage stamp and as crowded as a beehive. People come and go, and it is not surprising that a few get lost.In late autumn again, there is an extra table in the triangle.A man with strange bones sat behind the table to sell books. Some people said he was a disabled person with a strong body and mind, and some said he was not.Gradually, no one is talking about it, and there is never a shortage of strange people here anyway.In the early winter, there was another table in the Triangle, and a second man with strange bones sat behind the table and peddled books.Gradually, no one talked about it.Early that morning, you were wearing a long black coat and hurried across the triangle to catch a bus to go to the company for an internship. Two strange people were fighting on the side of the road.Gu Ge Qi Qingjia said, you are reading my masterpiece, why are you scratching on the book!B said, those sentences just don't make sense!A said, if it doesn’t work, it’s not your turn to change it!Even you can't help but smile, looking sideways, the strange man is agile and not handicapped by any means.Behind the strange man, the 16th floor seems to be a little more dilapidated. The 17th floor to the north has begun to be rebuilt. For some reason, the 16th floor has not started construction.You think of some crazy old man no one knows, and suddenly wonder how he spent his winters when he was alive.You pull out your phone and want to send a text message.I wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote, and finally closed the phone.

Chapter 14: Triangular Divinity / Cong Zhichen (6) In the winter when you were twenty-two, you heard from her again.She said that she was about to graduate and went out for a drink.You guys want to drag a pack of beer, wrap in layers of coats, and sit on the curb beside the triangle.The triangle is bright and soft, as if the moonlight was pulled into a piece of glass, and then lightly smashed with a stone, Ding Ding Dang fell to the ground.The Beixin store was going to be demolished, but the workers refused. They protested at the store door every day, and the walls and doors were covered with shocking slogans.We want to eat!We want to live!You drank a can of beer and asked her, do you remember this place?She said, remember.It's better to dismantle it.I am annoyed by them now, they refuse to work when there is a job, what is it now called Qu.You didn't say anything, just opened another can of beer and handed it to her.You were all drunk that day, leaning against the rotten wooden gate of the Beixin store, she said, do you know, after you, I will never fall in love with anyone else.Will not fall in love with others.You hear yourself say, me too.After three years, you wanted to hold her in your arms again, but you were both too drunk to have the strength.

But, but.But the next day you saw her and her boyfriend in that small restaurant.She took her boyfriend's hand, buried her head on his legs, her expression was lazy, like a bird, and when she saw you, her expression was still open.In the evening, music was played again in the small restaurant.Lao Lang's voice is hoarse as before, and Ye Bei's high-pitched voice is still like cracking silk, and every word hits your heart.They say that at the beginning of the beginning, we are singing; at the end of the end, we are walking.We are walking, walking, walking. A few weeks later, Beixin was demolished and turned into a small forest.Half of the small restaurant was demolished and turned into half of a printing shop.In July, the fire was raging, the star of the heart was setting, and the graduates hurried away with their luggage; the newcomers who arrived two months later had never seen a supply and marketing cooperative in their childhood.Before that, the New Year's Carnival was no longer held in the open air, but instead was held indoors, and only a few people could get tickets; the Tongfu Hotel you saw when you came here at the beginning of eighteen years old was razed to the ground long ago.She went south to Guangzhou with her boyfriend, and since then there has been no news, so she will never know that when you were twenty-four, the Triangle Land was demolished by the school, and it is said that it will be replaced by an electronic bulletin board controlled by the government.The sore-like bulletin board is gone, and the triangle is so clean; but there is no place where the empty echo of metal can be struck.Even if the echo is covered with rust, it seems to be cherished now.She will never know that there is nowhere to sing, to remember, to love. In the summer when you were twenty-four, you and your girlfriend lived together in a rented room on the 16th floor.In the second week of school, Triangle Land was once again like a congested and weakened heart.You are on the second floor, holding her waist tightly with both hands, panting like a cow, and sweating profusely.Beads of sweat oozed out of his girlfriend's white body, her long hair flew up, and she was intoxicated like crazy.Do you love me, do you love me, do you love me.love, love.Love.Love.The girlfriend kept waving her arms and pushed open the window, and a sharp, piercing sound came from far away.At that moment, your mind was blank, and you heard the silence outside the window.Only the sound system of a certain society still released music flowing like water, and the girlfriend's high-pitched cry for help pierced through it. Love.Love.The beginning of the beginning.Love.we sing.Love.last of the last.love, love.we are going.we are going.walking.Love. January 8, 2008 Cong Zhichen was born in Weihai, Shandong in 1983. In 2002, he was admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University. In 2006, he was recommended to study for a master's degree in contemporary literature in the department.He once served as the president of the "We" Literature Club of Peking University.Published several novels, poems and reviews. Section 15: Peking University Needs Desolation Essay/Feng Yongfeng (1) Peking University needs a sense of desolation (Feng Yongfeng) More than ten years ago, when we finished our one-year military training in Shijiazhuang and entered the campus of Peking University with a "kicking step", when we began to study normally for a year delayed by the country, that night, a few classmates and I began to study on the campus. Turn around in the dark.The next day, thanks to the kindness of the school, another senior "tour guide" took us around for a trip.It was September at that time, the autumn in the north had not really come, and the campus was still bright red and dark green, maybe it was deceived by this, or maybe it was because I was stunned by the knowledge in the classroom for a while, and I didn’t know the scenery in the north of the campus. Check carefully. Then autumn got deep, and then the winter solstice came, and later physical education classes even had to go to Weiming Lake for skating; later, when the location became familiar, the tension was degraded, and Mandarin, which was severely stumbled by the northern Fujian accent, was upgraded to the level of smooth communication. At this time, when I went to the north of Weiming Lake, I spent more time wandering wildly.Sometimes, even on the hillside, wrapped in a blanket, sleeping for a night. What I loved most at the time was the sense of desolation that persisted in the north regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.I am an ignorant person. At the beginning, I was amazed by this sense of desolation: How can there be barren mountains, wild mountains, isolated villages and isolated villages in a majestic century-old school?At that time, I didn’t know the history of campus merger, campus expansion, and campus land acquisition, and I didn’t know why Peking University occupied half the area of ​​Tsinghua University.The former president Lu Ping's "Mountain as the Gate Project" is just a few vague and authentic hearsay (it is said that President Lu's idea is very powerful, he wants to use the four characters of "Peking University" in a mountain in Changping to cover As the new site of the school, the school has no gates and "takes the mountain as the gate". Between the school headquarters and Changping, railway tracks are laid, and small trains are opened to transport teachers and students to and from get off work and school. It is a pity that he is in turmoil was overthrown, and only a small part of his grand plan was completed, only half of the "North Character" was built. This half is commonly known as "Changping No. 200", which was later occupied by other units and later recovered; in the last century In the 1990s, the "Changping Garden" used to be the first-year liberal arts students of Peking University, and now it seems to be out of use or used for other purposes.) Gradually, I learned more about the history of the school, and read a lot of reminiscence articles of old alumni, such as the remembrance article of academician Wang Xuan who just passed away. Only then did I know that after Yanyuan became the main campus of Peking University, in the past fifty years, the size of the campus has grown. Expansion is both poignant and exciting.Later, I interviewed the person in charge of Peking University Science and Technology Park, and learned that there are two reasons why the earliest Peking University Science and Technology Park in the country is not as decent as Tsinghua Science and Technology Park. 18 meters, that is, no more than 6 floors, but the Tsinghua Science and Technology Park can be as high as you like.Second, after the demolition of this land cost 600 million yuan, Peking University thought it would be better to use it as a "teaching, scientific research and office land", so they withdrew their ideas and compensated a piece of land for Peking University Science and Technology Park in Shangdi.So in the bungalow area to the east of the school, houses like the "Government School of Management" were slowly built.As a result, the sense of desolation in the northern part of the campus began to gradually lose the surrounding foil.The student dormitory building "Changchun New Garden" just built in the west was originally an open space. When we were in school, wheat and rice were often planted in it, and morning markets were often held in winter.In this way, step by step, the northern side of Peking University can only maintain their blood relationship with the Yuanmingyuan in the north, and judging from the recent practices of Yuanmingyuan, it is obvious that such bloodlines may also be cut off in the future.It seems that the future is bleak, and before it can be cut off, Peking University will suddenly start to "self-contained".Could it be that Peking University really wants to practice the "Sunflower Collection" of monsters and heretics?