Chapter 4 Chapter 2 Life in Yellow Shoes

Sophia I admit that sometimes I really like yellow.Compared with other colors, it can't be considered special, but it's just an ordinary color.However, it is also a color that often makes people (myself included) feel a little "gross".Speaking of which, this situation is not accidental.Because for a long time, specifically in the eighties, yellow was a very, very popular color. (Many things that were popular back then will appear again recently!) At the time, there was even a clothing company that, in my opinion, was making a lot of money by abusing yellow cloth and gold buttons and piling it on women all over in gold.Especially in the clothing stores in Munich, almost all of them are clothes of this color.Of course, with this kind of high-end dress in yellow with gold buttons, you need shoes of the same color to match. (Yellow shoe with black leather toe and heel; or vice versa, black shoe with yellow leather toe and heel.) And of course, a gold button , just in contrast to the one on the hat!As for the clothing company mentioned earlier, its female boss only wears pink and bright pink all over her body.

Yellow rarely looks good.There are two exceptions, however: one is the twenty-year-old Beetle coupe (mine, of course!); the other is the yellow sweater. For a long time, the outside world has been wondering whether the two gentlemen often borrow pullovers from each other to wear?When both of them were still in official positions and often appeared in public, I felt very glaring about yellow, especially the yellow on their bodies.But later, when Lutz and Genscher had retired from politics for a while, their figures in yellow sweaters (I should add here, they definitely own at least one of them each) seemed to be their most important part of German politics. symbol of history.Of course, they’re not remembered for the sweaters, anyone wore a pullover at the time, and the most popular color was burgundy, Bordeaux.But one thing still needs to be mentioned: Lu Ci always likes to wear a wine red tie to match his yellow sweater.Yellow is a substance with a highly "recognizable" color.That is to say, once someone wears or wears yellow clothes, he will always be easily recognized again, even if he may wear black clothes later: "Hey, isn't he the one who wore yellow pants recently?" Who is it?" That's right, that's right, wearing yellow is like putting a label on it!

Speaking of this, it reminds me of another thing: when Lu Ci and Genscher were wearing yellow pullovers and doing their political and diplomatic shows, there was also a friend of mine who always liked to wear a pair of skinny yellow jeans. Friends who also want to "pay tribute to" by "remembering the past".This guy's yellow pants are memorable, not because of the above reasons, not because of the "stunning" impression left by wearing it once in a while.Because he is a very shy person, he is afraid that it will be too noticeable if he wears it only once, so he wears it every day.Really, every day.I have worn it for at least a whole school year, maybe only about half a year, but I really wear it every day, and it is the same one!

I guess his mother rushed to wash his pants while he was sleeping at night so he could wear them to school the next morning.Just because the trousers are always half wet and half dry, they show their tightness and body even more when worn on the body.Yellow is easy to turn green after wearing for a long time without washing, and it is easy to turn gray after wearing for a long time and washing too much, but half a year later, those trousers miraculously neither turned green nor gray. We can often see from the TV commercials selling washing powder, the frowning mother does not know what to do, because she accidentally washes the beautiful yellow and black striped shirt of her precious son into gray stripes shirt!Because she didn't use "powerful bright color" washing powder!And the yellow trousers stayed yellow, even though the friend wore them all day long, and even though his mother must have had no "Strong Brilliant" laundry detergent available.Not only does it maintain its original color throughout, but it also maintains a tight pant shape, and it's so tight!

By the way, did I mention that friend's name is Simp?To this day, whenever I meet anyone who knows Simp, I probably ask, "Hey, do you have any news about Simp? How is he doing now? Where does he live? Is he married? How many are there?" Kid..." I bet anyone who asks Simp immediately has a picture of the pair of jeans he was wearing: tight as hell, and most importantly, very yellow! Simp's association with a pair of trousers is not because he "wears the same trousers all the time" or because the cuffs are too tight.Because most people at the time had a "same pair of pants" problem, and most jeans were tight as hell.Some people have to sit on the bed and twist their buttocks for hours before they can barely tuck themselves into their pants.Some people wear jeans that can’t be tighter, lie down in the bath tub, let the whole pair of pants get wet, and then stand upright for several hours without moving (don’t move around, or the knees will be damaged. Bulge a bag and the legs will crease!) and let the pants dry on the body.

Back then all the young girls had fights with their moms and all the moms had the same idea: pants are too tight and your pelvis is still developing! (It means: I still want to have grandchildren in the future! But at the same time, it also means: If you dress like this, and come back with a big belly, it will cause trouble for me!) Or: The pants are too tight, and you will get cystitis! (Meaning: I still want to have grandchildren in the future! But at the same time: Even if I have cystitis, you still have to take the final exam for me!) Or: Pants are too tight, what do you look like for the neighbors to see?You look like a little whore, a little whore with a bad face! (It means: I still want to have a grandson in the future! And I want to be able to show off to my neighbors, because his father is a lawyer, a doctor, and a university professor!)

I've always had my "Blue Girl Liudao Stone Washed Jeans" tight.The so-called "always" here means "continuously".Because the trousers are too tight, if you are not careful when squatting, the seamed place will be torn, and the trousers will become baggy again, so you have to sew it from the beginning again.Sometimes I'm too lazy to sew, so I just tape my pants a little tighter.The effect of this is actually the same, but it will smell a little bit, but it will fall off after washing with water.I heard that some people just use pins to pin it all the way down, but I didn't dare to try it.By the way, there is actually nothing to say, just to mention by the way that my mother has not yet had a grandchild, and I have not yet found a husband such as a lawyer, doctor or professor.

OK, back to Simp and his pants.I think you will read this book because you want to know something about the so-called "shoe fetish".And what this article is going to tell is a story about the growth of shoes along with life.It is a memory, a very special memory that belongs to me personally.It was back when Lucy was wearing his jumper and Simp was wearing his skinny jeans (as if he had a yellow t-shirt or a sweatshirt with a hood to go with it) and everything seemed to be yellow Yes, that bright yellow.Lu Ci is yellow on the upper body, Simp is yellow on the lower body, and I am yellow on the feet.That's right, that's it.

I used to use my own money (I must seriously emphasize my "own" money here, because although my mother is a "shoe buyer", she never bought me anything called "shoes" !), bought a pair of genuine yellow moccasin boots.At that time, moccasin boots were very popular.At that time, most people were wearing school shoes, which are now called casual shoes. My boots are yellow, not the kind of yellow that is half-yellow and not yellow, but is commonly known as yellow, but a real "true yellow" color, with gray rubber soles, a pair of moccasin boots worthy of the name.My mother was literally taken aback by the decision her seventeen-year-old daughter made. "What kind of shoes did you buy? Don't even think about me paying a dime for you!" (I knew it earlier, and I don't need to wait for her to tell me!)

When I first set eyes on these boots, we seemed to exchange a few words.I'm not too sure if it's really worth the money I've spent, since I don't know anyone who wears similar boots.And I think I have a bit of a psychological barrier, although I have always refused to admit it.Just imagine, as soon as I stepped into the school playground, all eyes were focused on my feet, sharp whistles followed, and titters continued to come from all directions. I am afraid that this scene cannot be endured all at once of. I put my foot in the boot and tried it on and it was just right!Not too big, not too small, just my size.But yellow?I thought to myself, what a pair of good boots, but they are yellow!The lady clerk took the left foot as well, and it was still just right!Let me just say, an awesome pair of boots - but yellow!I wore it and walked around the store for more than ten minutes. I stood in front of the mirror and took one, two, three photos, and kept on taking photos. The mirror that was placed on the ground just up to my knees was completely yellow. .

I took off my boots and weighed them in my hands.The shop assistant looked at me with a smile. She has known me and my mother for a while.Finally, I turned the boots in my hand around, put them on the floor in front of me, and told myself: these boots came at the right time, but... Just when I was hesitating and half-hearted, I suddenly heard the lady clerk say: "This is the last pair of size 39." Nothing is more effective than this sentence.I decided to buy it.Just use the money I saved from living frugally.In that era, a seventeen-year-old girl was not like now. When she reached out for a credit card, she could swipe it however she liked.In those days, no bank manager dared to say: "We should teach our children to use modern payment methods as early as possible!" So I had to leave those boots in the store for now. "I will definitely buy these shoes! Just wait for me, I'll be right back! Really! You must never sell them to others, okay?" As soon as the voice fell, I ran towards the tram stop.It took what seemed like hours of waiting for the "No. 3" bus to arrive, and then it took at least another few hundred hours of staggering on it, before I finally arrived at the small bank where I kept my money.After I showed my student card there, I withdrew all the deposits in my account.By the way, although my name is on the deposit book, the money in it is actually deposited by my grandmother. (She is my benefactor, every time the money is used up, she always deposits more funds!) After withdrawing the money, I rushed to the station again, and waited for several hours before the "3rd Road" arrived late.My God, it's a bullock cart!Please, can you drive faster? It may not have been more than ten minutes since I rushed out of the shoe store last time, and I stood on the street in high spirits again, holding a big plastic bag in my hand, which contained a very stylish red shoe box, which contained exactly My brand new pair of yellow moccasins.I hitchhiked home with Boots, and spent half the night in front of the mirror, until I was interrupted by a series of exclamations and curses: "Su-f-ya, eat-eat... oh my god, What kind of shoes are those? Where did you get them? My God, you don't want me to pay you a dime!" (Yes, yes, I already knew.) The next day was my public debut day when I wore the shoes to school.My best handkerchief had known the situation in advance, because I couldn't resist calling her the night before and described my precious new shoes in detail from the inside to the outside. (My mother's voice echoed in my ears at the same time: "Su-fei-ya! Why are you still talking on the phone?") Of course my friends would be envious.Especially those boots, but the last pair of size 39, no more!Thankfully, this is the case, otherwise if there were other pairs, I'm afraid the following situation would inevitably occur: "You don't mind if I go and buy a pair of the same boots?" I've had similar arguments with my best friend in the past, and it was very unpleasant.So, when I bumped into her outside the classroom corridor, I had already prepared for the worst in my heart.She looked very pale, and saw that I didn't even say "hi", just glanced at my feet briefly.Suddenly, her face brightened, she said "Not bad!" and never said a word to my boots again. Great, all right!She thinks my yellow boots are disgusting!She even flushed her cheeks with joy.So of course we're still good friends, best friends.As for the other people in the corridor, when they saw the new shoes on my feet, they all looked deadpan, neither commotion nor reaction.There was no admiration in their eyes other than "Yo, good luck!", at least I couldn't see it.Only Simp, the always shy and reserved boy, congratulated me very sincerely on such a beautiful pair of boots. To this day I can say with considerable certainty that those yellow boots have accompanied me through most of the happy hours of my life.Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, yellow boots are always with me.Not only are they light and comfortable to wear, they look great, you couldn't have found a better shoe.Even in the scorching heat of summer, as soon as the night turns cool, I can wear it to "New York? New York" or to "Music Cafe" (the coolest place to meet friends), even Prickly heat powder such as "Shuangzu" does not need to be rubbed.It snows often in our place in winter, and it is a heavy snowstorm. Walking on thick snow, half-melted snow, or slippery mud, my yellow boots leave friendly greeting. Of course I was very worried, worried that if I wore them like this every day, one day I would wear them out and wear them down, and I would never be able to buy such a pair of boots again.I cared for it with care, in every way a seventeen-year-old girl knows.I also try and hope to find another pair of the same boots.I visited every shoe store I knew and asked every lady clerk and manufacturer I knew.As long as I have the opportunity to go out with my parents, I will definitely wear my precious little yellow boots.Because no matter where I go, I will seize every opportunity to enter a shoe store, first ask who the store manager is, and then ask the boss if he can help me find another pair of yellow moccasin boots that are exactly the same as the one on my feet. But I've gotten nowhere, I have no clue about the matter.Out of fear, I wear it out less and less, hoping to reduce the rate of wear and tear.But every Saturday night, when I'm going out in black super skinny jeans, it's my yellow boots!I even have a yellow sweater to go with my yellow booties.It makes me look dead pale when I wear it.Trust me, no one looks good in yellow.But I still love that shirt because it’s a substitute, at least something I can wear when I can’t bear to go out in my yellow boots and still have the yellow on me. I once wore yellow boots and let a tall and handsome boy drive me around on his tall and handsome heavy motorcycle, roaring down the street.His name was Peter, a boy seven years older than me.When he finally kissed me passionately one day, I was wearing my yellow boots.I've worn it so many times that I've been too drunk to come home, and my buddy Lucy (in his yellow turtleneck, of course!) handed over my handkerchief and drove down the street looking for me in dismay.I once wore my yellow boots to take the driver's license test three times; once wore them to Huadu for a graduation trip, galloped in the streets of Paris, and weaved a series of beautiful dreams for the future; I once wore them on the trip around Europe Fell asleep on the train; I also admit to kissing Simp in it.That afternoon in the park, between the turtleneck and the jeans—that is, Simp and Lucy—I had to decide who to kiss. Simp went on to get a Ph.D. in chemistry and, as far as I know, has at least one wonderful kid by now.Lutz did not finish his Ph.D. and is now working as a journalist in Cologne.At the beginning, the mothers were quite accurate in judging people, at least two of the three were right! What?Where do these stories take place, you ask?What kind of place did a yellow turtleneck, a pair of yellow jeans, and especially a pair of yellow moccasin boots have such a good time together?Just ask someone who also likes to wear yellow, he or she must know where it is. Of course, I still have my yellow leather boots in safe hands to this day.It lay firmly in my shoe cabinet, with two layers of felt underneath, wrapped in a plastic sleeve, and quietly placed in a cardboard box.On weekdays, I rarely take it out, and even if I take it out occasionally, it is under dim light, because I am very worried that the sun will damage it and let it suddenly turn into ashes before my eyes. Ordinary people usually look through old photos or old diaries while recalling the old days.And me, just looking at my yellow boots, all the past will come to the fore.Remember what I said at the beginning: the splendor of the 1980s is about to reappear!