Chapter 6 Wang Lianhua is the most affectionate

Before class yesterday, I recommended Wang Lianhua's "Outside History of the Jianghu" to the students, revealing a little "the story that Wang Lianhua and I have to tell".Wang Lianhua was the first person I had "close contact with" after I was admitted to Peking University in the autumn of 1983—our bed was next to the bed. Room 416 on the 32nd floor is a large dormitory with 10 people in total, five bunk beds, three beds against the wall, and two beds standing side by side in the middle.I lived in Qingping's upper bunk, and Wang Lianhua lived in Xiaowen's upper bunk. In this way, I became buddies with this white and clean Fujian handsome Wang Lianhua, with the sheets next to the sheets, and we became buddies.

Tell me Wang Lianhua's real name, that is Cai Hengping, who was also a well-known talent at Peking University in the 1980s—he was called Hengping when he wrote the poem.Many people appreciate his novel "The Uphill Road and the Downhill Road Are the Same Road", but his poems are actually written more rationally and emotionally.Xiao Cai’s Mandarin is very poor, and he can’t tell the hair from the flowers, and the meat from the meat. He often rolls his tongue hard and says, “Today’s fucking looks like hair! The spicy stick in the cafeteria paid me four dime , Ju Lan didn’t leak a few dollars!” I taught him the tongue twister: “Put a big flower and live toad under the big flower bowl.” Xiao Cai’s mouth was watering, and he still said it was a “punishment method”.This was too difficult for him, so I ordered him to simply practice the word "living Buddha" every morning and evening.So before I opened my eyes in the morning, I heard a voice in my ear saying: "Alive, alive." I was alive.As soon as I fell asleep at night, the voice next to my ear said again: "Buddha, Buddha." I was so angry that I almost became a Buddha immediately.

However, Xiao Cai sometimes speaks Mandarin very fluently.One is when reciting one's own works, and the other is when making friends with girls.Cai Hengping was born in 1967, three years younger than me, probably the youngest in our class.I especially admire the classmates who were born in 1967 in the class. They are almost all talented men and women. Except for Xiao Cai, there are also Huang Yibing, Huang Xincun, the "two yellows", and Hunan champion Yang Junwu. They all seem to be sheep.Their intelligence is nothing short of mythical to today's urban kids.Xiao Cai thinks that I am an authority on Chinese, and often asks me if it is a wrong sentence to write like this, and if the rhythm of writing like that is good.But Zang Li, the poetry authority in our class, ignored my language dogma. Whenever I criticized his wrong sentence, he said viciously: "What wrong sentence? I call it a symbol!" Xiao Cai was very modest, always pulling He looked at me and said: "Old Kong, listen to it again." So he read aloud to the window: "Don't say how beautiful the sky is, don't say that the sun is shining..." I looked at his slender profile, at the golden Sunshine slowly poured into his suet-like boy's face, and looking at the heroes in the dormitory, he felt that this was the Chinese Department of Peking University, and these were the most talented and ideal young people in our motherland.A naive sense of luck and happiness filled the whole body.

Xiao Cai doesn't think he is small, he is very chivalrous and humorous.He proclaimed himself the Commander, and I was his bodyguard.He said he wanted to talk to a certain girl and asked me what to do.I said: "Borrow books." Xiao Cai's eyes lit up: "Bodyguard, you are so smart!" Since then, he has not been in the dormitory often. Unfortunately, Xiao Cai took a one-year absence from school due to illness, and when he came back, he became an 84-level student.But in Peking University at that time, all grades lived on the first floor, and classmates communicated with each other through grades.From level 80 to level 87, I have contacts.And Xiao Cai soon became one of the heroes of the entire Chinese department, wearing a military overcoat, leading a tall and thin girl, talking about poetry and martial arts everywhere, and later fell in love with drinking.Now I often explain to people that I am not a "Peking University drunk man". There are at least dozens of Peking University buddies who are more righteous than me who can drink, and Wang Lianhua is the leader among them.Look at Wang Lianhua's martial arts writing, that's what I really want to write.I am in a college, and what I write is inevitably sour.In fact, my reading of martial arts was completely influenced by Xiao Cai Qingping, Xu Wei, and Cao Yongping. Today, when I read Wang Lianhua's "The History of the Rivers and Lakes", I felt that they used a poet's heart to understand martial arts. They are the true confidantes of martial arts. .

Among the more than 50 people in our class, there were 9 top students in the college entrance examination from all provinces in the country, and several tons of second place candidates.But some of the most talented students did not go on to graduate school. As far as our dormitory is concerned, such as Sichuan No. The flirtatious Wang Lianhua, if they all have a master's degree, then I, Kong Qingdong, repairing bicycles at the gate of Peking University, is not an overly modest joke. On the lining of "Outside History of Jianghu", it says "This book is dedicated to Miss Cai Huahua"—that is Xiao Cai's precious daughter.As I said earlier, these seemingly suave talents at Peking University are actually feudal remnants who love family, love life, be loyal, filial, compassionate, and benevolent.Just as it says on the cover of this book, "Both Jin Yong and Gu Long were born", how wonderful our rivers and lakes are.

After giving a lecture at Shandong University the day before yesterday, a professor who scolded me on my blog held my hand and apologized repeatedly, saying that he had misunderstood my thinking.I was very moved by his sincere expression. Why should I take things so seriously when I said something on the blog.I was not hurt, but he felt so guilty. I couldn't help but think of what Wang Lianhua said: "Who is laughing at the world with whom?" So I blurted out: Since ancient times, the past has been hurt by the spring breeze, and Wang Lianhua is the most affectionate.