Chapter 2 Two, New Year's Eve

Post-90s brothers: See you. The spring of 2010 was so short that there were almost no flowers. When the locust trees were in bloom, I went back to Peking University because of the 20-year reunion.It's not hurting the spring, it's not pretending, it's the first time I clearly realized that I'm really old, the streets, the campuses, and the eyes are full of you who are born in the 90s. The Peking University campus has remained largely unchanged.Outside the west gate, there are still hawkers selling wooden motto nameplates: Goodness is like water, Still water flows deep, Heaven rewards hard work, Life is better than Nanshan, Learning is growing day by day, etc.The security guard in Ximen was still bright and strong, asking me what identity I had, whether I had any relevant identity certificates, and why I used this identity to come to Peking University at this moment, and looked at Stallone and Bao Xiaoqiang.Around the Sackler Museum, there are still trees in bloom: green peach, crape myrtle, forsythia, pear blossom, lilac, and Tangdi.Yannan Garden was still deserted, and I didn't have time to go in. I saw a full-body sitting statue in a distance, wearing a windbreaker. I don't know if it is Wang Li. To the west of the sitting statue are Er Yue Lan and the setting sun.Fifty tables were set up in the Shaoyuan cafeteria, and there were Kung Pao Chicken, cold tomatoes, boiled peanuts, and large bottles of beer that were not cold.The little girls walking on the road in front of them are still holding hands, wearing noodles in clear soup and jeans. The thin ones look good, and the fat ones look good, and the suckling pig has no fat.The little girls are still in love, imagining the future, and talking subconsciously: "How old do you think the student from Hong Kong is? He looks like Leslie Cheung. It is estimated that Huaxin is either gay or suicidal. Anyway, it is unreliable. .Do you think it's reliable?"

What has changed is us.The gathering after 20 years of absence is a very cruel event. Around 50 tables, there are more than 500 familiar and unfamiliar middle-aged men and women who are fat, dazed, and dark. After a year of video recording of the military training of the Army Academy and the Xinyang Army Academy, they recognized each other carefully, and a familiar light gradually flashed in their originally stiff eyes.Chatting casually, I found that in this group of people, some earned some money to retire, some earned some money to go to prison and then escaped, some had four stents in their heart, and there were very few pillars. There were many lawyers who did not get promises. Bell Award for Science.A lawyer from the United States who came back to serve the motherland kept nagging that the motherland is strong, and the motherland is really strong.Then he asked me what I do, and I said I write poetry.He went on to ask, is it published in a magazine to earn manuscript fees, a line of poetry is a lot of money.I said yes.

Yes, looking at the college students on campus as if they were elementary school students, and seeing the past of the former college classmates dug out thousands of meters underground, I suddenly realized that I have not been a college student for many years, and I am really old. I asked a Chinese lawyer who was going to retire in the United States to have a baby if he wanted to take a photo with Kazuki's big crabapple in front of the Russian building.He said, I'm really embarrassed to take a picture with Hua.He thought about it, and said, let's take a picture, and I will be even more embarrassed in the future.

Looking at the crabapple in the camera and my old classmate with a smiling face and teeth, a few post-90s in the background walked by, and a few crabapple flowers fell with the wind, I was suddenly sad. The next ones are those born in the 90s, right? Times have changed, and our past seems to be a lot better than your future. First, at that time, although we were poorer in material than now, on average, at most, other boys had more than one pair of awesome Nike shoes than ourselves. There was no iPhone, no iPad, and the computer was a huge and rare item. place to touch.There is no way to start material desires, and the heart follows others.Second, things were cheap back then.Gu Jingzhou paid 200 yuan for a Zisha pot, and in 1990, the first batch of commercial houses in Dongzhimen, Beijing opened at 2,000 yuan per square meter. When I just returned to China in 2000, I gritted my teeth and bought a house near Lufthansa. I cursed in my heart, a profiteer, and the house in Beijing can be sold for nearly 10,000 yuan!My mother added a sentence, profiteers, swindlers, have children without assholes.Third, we had many opportunities at that time.Most of the post-50s and a considerable part of the post-60s, because of the unprecedented days, or can't count, or can't speak Chinese and English, or haven't studied business, or stayed abroad, or haven't worked in a large modern enterprise, I basically write articles on big-character posters, and I basically don’t have the energy to learn new things.There are no heroes in the world, but Zhu Zi became famous. The post-70s can wear a suit and tie and become a manager. After a few days of copying documents in a branch of the Bank of China, they said on their resume that they are well versed in China's financial system and entered Harvard Business School.Fourth, we usually have brothers and sisters who can help us share the negative energy released by our parents. Two physical bodies and four eyes will not focus on a child with all the expectations full of searchlights.

For the future, I know a lot. For example, China’s economy will definitely be good in the next 20 years. For example, the happy work of craftsmen such as blacksmiths, carpenters, masons, doctors, singers, poets, etc. will inevitably decrease or even disappear rapidly. For example, China’s GDP will definitely surpass that of the United States. Accounting for more than 25% of the world's GDP, reappearing the prosperity of Qianlong, but I don't know how the post-90s can live better.Suddenly one night of wind and rain, the door of desire opens, thousands of buildings, and a CBD grows in front of the door.Picking half-solutions among no-solutions, what I can think of include: bloody battles against peers born in the 90s and post-80s on the old road, hope that the post-70s' physical and mental depreciation will accelerate and retire early, Matsushita enlightened to see through the life and death of fame and wealth, and moved to New Zealand or Australia.

I wish Xia An from afar. Feng Tang