Chapter 19 remember that person sitting with

Boarding CZ6220 flight of China Southern Airlines, walking forward in the line of men and women with big packages, suddenly the stewardess behind me stopped me and arranged me to the first class cabin.I have also sat in first class before, but I always held a first class ticket.Today, I actually hold an ordinary ticket and enjoy the first class. I feel a sense of corruption in my heart, and I can't help feeling anxious.I think of Khrushchev's mother's words: "Son, life in the Kremlin is good, but if the Communist Party fights back, what shall we do?" Abandoning the leader and colleagues, sitting alone in the first class, the three stewardesses took turns to come over to ask about their health, and they were very supportive.It turned out that the crew were all my fans. I was recognized as soon as I entered the cabin, and the captain ordered me to be isolated and held in solitary confinement.

After take-off, it was inevitable to sign autographs for all the angels in the air, but I was given double copies of meals.I was actually full with one serving, but when I remembered Lu Xun's "On the Restaurant" in the class the day before, in order not to disappoint Miss Ah Shun, Lu Weifu insisted on pouring down a large bowl of buckwheat flour that was enough for me to eat for a day. In vain of other people's wishes, I ate both.The tall stewardess asked: "Mr. Kong, please have some more rice, beef." I hurriedly bowed: "I'm full, I'm full, I really don't want it anymore." The stewardess with bright eyes said: "My husband and I They all like to read your books, and also like to watch your lectures. Our captain will come to you for advice soon."

About halfway through the flight, the captain came, a lively young man.We talked a little about college and reading.When the plane was about to descend, he stood up responsibly and went back to the cockpit. When I was in South Korea, I learned that if the first-class cabin of the plane is not full, the crew can arrange for ordinary passengers to move over.But the preferential treatment given to me today is obviously because they like me from the bottom of their hearts.I grew up being "celebrity", in every circle I lived in, the limelight, cooked to numb over time.But in recent years, the emergence of such situations has made me secretly terrified, and I faintly feel that I am worthy of it.Am I really worthy of such kindness?I remembered what a friend criticized me on the blog: Because you are Kong Qingdong, you can't get angry!I didn't accept it psychologically at the time. Why can't I, Kong Qingdong, live in my own way?But at this moment, I understand that friend's feelings.He, and friends with the same attitude as him, were not harsh on me, but sincerely placed certain hopes in me.If I insisted not to move from the ordinary cabin to the first class, it would be somewhat pretentious. They did not confuse me with other passengers because I stayed in the ordinary cabin, unless they did not recognize me.I have to admit that I am not completely "I" now, but the "Kong Qingdong" who seems to be me but is not me.To put it mildly: I hate "Kong Qingdong".

However, I really would like to take the ordinary class, just as I like to ride a bicycle, like to take a bus, and like to eat in a small restaurant.I especially like our Harbin beauties who wear mink fur worth tens of thousands of yuan and carry garlic eggplants to squeeze the bus.When I was in college, I would rather live in a ten-person dormitory than six-person dormitory. Later, I gave up the opportunity to live in a double room with foreign students.I am so willing to sit among brothers and sisters of all schools and schools, I feel that it is really "like sitting in the spring breeze".In the Northeast dialect: "Let's sit together and pretend to be a bastard."

Flipping through the magazines in the air, I just saw Su Shi wrote: "Sit with someone, the moon is bright and the breeze is me." Boss Su doesn't seem to like sitting with others, but I do.So who am I willing to sit with?Jinnong has a poem inscribed on a painting saying: "I remember that person sitting together, peeling the lotus pod with his slender hands." What a beautiful artistic conception.I have also had people who sat with me like that - of course not only slender hands, but also thick and thin, fat and thin, black and white.But each of them drifted away.My best brother——Xiao Lin, my deskmate in junior high school, has passed away forever.It corresponds to the poem I wrote when I was in college: "When the house was full of romantics, how many nights will we go boating together?" Nowadays, it is a very extravagant thing to sit with old friends.No wonder I like to go to small restaurants to eat ramen, jelly, and meat skewers so much. It turns out that I want to sit with them—with those rough-sounding migrant workers and unkempt women. I can see from their laughter and fights I have lost my friend, and from this I know that I am really living in the world.

Walking on the streets of Bingcheng with such thoughts, he was recognized by passers-by many times.People from the Northeast are really straightforward. Some confronted each other and asked, "I saw you and Dou Wentao on TV yesterday, why did you come here all of a sudden? You, are you you?" I forgot to bring my sunglasses, so I ducked into an alley.Unexpectedly, a scolding question hit his face: "Where are you going!" Looking up, it turned out to be Pan Bing, a high school classmate—now the president of Splendid Electronics.So I went to her office and sat with her for a while, and took a group photo from the last meeting.Talk about her tablemate Wei Naiqing back then—the nickname I gave her as "For Love", Bai Quan, Wang Jun, etc.Pan Bing said that he found Guo Wei, and that Zhao Xiaoming came back from Canada, wearing a woolen cap, and his appearance had hardly changed at all.It's a pity that I can't sit longer, and a series of things to do are waiting for me.Saying goodbye to Pan Bing, who started to put on weight, I remembered that she was like a little porcelain doll more than 20 years ago, and now the child is as old as us.

I was passing through Harbin, and I only had a few hours of free time.Call a few old rains, either the number is empty or the phone is turned off.There was no one in Wang Laoshan's office, and the phone said it was an empty number.Old Ni is even worse, he is probably the only one in the top 100 cities in the country who still uses a pager, and the paging station of others has to be turned on for him alone.So, the desire to sit with old friends for a film hour had to be cancelled. I bought a "Hillbilly Biscuit" called Chinese pizza on the street. There are many people crowded to buy it, and Harbin people like to get together.The biscuits are indeed unique in flavor, soft and crispy.While walking and eating, I thought about the relatives, neighbors, teachers, classmates, friends, lovers I had sat with since I was a child... A few words came to my heart: "I remember the first time I met Xiaoping, the double heart word Luo Clothes. The strings on the pipa say lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it once returned home according to the colorful clouds."

A few ringtones interrupted my delusions, and I looked down at the text message: "What are you doing? You are so old." A neon light suddenly lit up, but I found that the biscuits had been eaten.I licked my lips lightly without leaving a single sesame seed.