Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty Nine

Liao Wen: Making up the numbers for Hong Huang's autobiography (2) The name of "that kid" from Hong Kong is Leung Kwok Fai. I sound like a Hong Kong movie star. He said that the star is called Leung Ka Fai. Leung Ka Fai looks good.I said how would I know if I hadn’t seen it, he said you’ve always watched Leung Ka Fai’s (that movie), I said I still don’t know if there is no comparison... We completely forgot that there was a language barrier, Hong Huang translated the semantics and conveyed the sense of language. In the Xilingrad Grassland, "Banana Man" and I became vivid in each other's eyes, like old acquaintances.In the evening, we ate roasted whole sheep and drank wine in a big yurt. When we mentioned that it was difficult for us to find money for the exhibition, it was very serious and it was not fun. Sometimes you can sell something.While I said that since ancient times, "laughing at the poor and not laughing at the prostitutes", I hit Liang Guohui on the back with my fist.Hong Huang said that this is the first time you have conceded defeat, and they were even more proud.Although admitting defeat does not mean that I agree with their values, I must admit that they have their reasons, so they have their rules of the game, their successes and failures.

The next day I rode a horse, a real horse race. Hong Huang and Xiaoping were veterans, but it was my first time. Liang Guohui had a friend who fell to his death while riding a horse and resolutely refused to ride. He even shook his head and said I was crazy.Hong Huang was afraid that I would fall, so he picked an honest mare for me, and put her helmet on me. The moment she tied the helmet strap for me, I suddenly felt the feeling of "sister", and a trace of warmth came from me. The bottom of my heart slowly rose.Both Hong Huang and Xiaoping rode their horses very well, but Xiaoping's coolness was a bit external. He ran with high spirits and waved his hands frequently, like the western cowboys in the "Marlboro" advertisements that filled the streets at that time.Hong Huang was almost integrated with the horse, his figure was expressionless, like a stunt double, handsome and reserved.My horse is slow, a trot, exactly like a walk.Liang Guohui walked all the time, and finally walked profusely, took off his shirt, and looked very strong. Later, we kept calling him "Hong Kong Horse"... The feeling of playing is really refreshing.

Later, Hong Huang took over the "World City" magazine and started to get busy, with less and less time for eating, drinking and having fun. Hong Huang occasionally called me and always talked about the magazine.Hong Huang has a very flexible mind and often has a lot of novel ideas. He is ambitious to make this fashion magazine less vulgar, so he also asks someone who is not fashionable like me to write a manuscript, and repeatedly tells him to be popular.It took me a few times to respond to the scene, and it was very difficult, only to realize that it is difficult to understand but not vulgar.Later, Hong Huang's company grew bigger and bigger.Hong Huang's energy is great, and he has a network of thinking. He can multi-task with one mind, and dozens of clues can be busy without chaos. It should not be a problem to lead a company.The problem was that Hong Huang was too busy to see anyone, and when she called her occasionally, the secretary would always politely say that Hong Huang was in a meeting, that Hong Huang was on a business trip, and it became more and more uninteresting.Recently, Hong Huang himself began to complain that being so busy is boring. Living in Shangyuan, traveling tens of kilometers every day is too tiring, so he rented a large factory building on the edge of the city and made it his new home.Xiaoping is a master of decoration design. The taste of this home is very special, like an avant-garde, fun, spacious and comfortable environment specially created for friends gathering.So Hong Huang started to have a big party at home, and I naturally sat at the dining table at Hong Huang's house to eat and drink, longing for the good feeling of getting together in the past to flow back into my heart.

With so many running accounts, I can probably understand that the most enjoyable way for Hong Huang and I to get along is these trifles of eating, drinking and having fun, which is very similar to what people usually call "friends with wine and meat". The difference is that what we exchange is many impractical spirits Level things, such as forgetting your identity, not pretending to be a grandson, etc.Most of our gatherings took place at Hong Huang's dining table, and we were familiar with her intelligence, humor, and even the unique charm exuded by gentleness. Occasionally, we saw Hong Huang squinting his small eyes in the company, blowing his beard and staring at others without a beard, Feel strange.Although I know that apologizing afterwards is Hong Huang's usual method, maybe leading a company requires some undemocratic methods, or maybe I, a freelancer who has been self-exiled for ten years in order not to be controlled by others, can no longer understand The difficulties of the manager and the managed, but it is easy to fail if you use it tirelessly with a slap in the face, and being dominated by emotions is not the best way to control people after all.I don't want to see Hong Huang in the company. In my subconscious mind, I probably avoid some aspects of Hong Huang that I may not like. I know that I am not a tolerant person when facing friends, especially those who are valued.In this sense, my friendship with Hong Huang is incomplete.We have also tried to expand other relationships. For example, we once cooperated, but failed, and eventually we all returned to the original place.Hong Huang probably thinks that I am too rigid, without the flexibility and tacit understanding to cooperate, and I can't tolerate why she ignores the discounts offered by friends, but uses some crooked tricks.Perhaps, differences in living environment, educational background, and even temperament and personality are not a major obstacle to making friends, but if you want to go beyond different values ​​​​and communicate intimately, I am afraid that you can only retreat to the bottom line of non-practical wine and meat friends.However, the relaxation, joy, comfort, intimacy, and mutual appreciation brought to me by Hong Huang, a wine and meat friend, are irreplaceable by others, and I am full of warmth and treasure in my heart.

By the way, among Hong Huang's friends I have met, I like Liu Sola the most. He is smart, humorous, straightforward, and does not pretend to be a grandson, so he can be regarded as the same kind.More than 6,000 words, the task is overfulfilled, and it can be handed over.