Chapter 19 All kinds of sentient beings

Sometimes, when I go to the dumpling shop, when the dumplings are served, I always stare blankly at the transparent and plump shapes. The northerners call it "steaming ingots", but in fact it is much better than cold and hard ingots. , the dumpling itself is a perfect world, a thin cocoon, wrapped in a simple but rich delicacy. What I especially like to see are the fingerprints left by kneading the side of the dumpling. The world is so indifferent, and the world and civilization may be turned into charcoal in an instant, but anyway, when I sit at the table and knead it with my own hands The dumplings are steaming hot, and the fingerprints are as beautiful as the carvings on ancient pottery. Eating dumplings can be sacred.

Why does "Tezawa" have to be used to describe calligraphy?Isn’t all the perfect traces, even the fingerprints on the dumpling skin, beautiful Tezawa?I suddenly felt the love of all things. The signboard of a dumpling restaurant in the alley is the authentic Sichuan-flavored Shandong dumpling restaurant. Maybe a Sichuanese and a Shandongese jointly opened it. I like the signboard. I think it can be painted with a picture of Qingming Riverside. There is a phone number on it. It is marked with TEL, which means that there are three English letters. As for the number itself, it is of course written in Arabic. A small signboard can accommodate Sichuan, Shandong, Chinese, Arabic (numbers), and English. cute.

Anyway, I have to take the school bus every day, and reading books on the bus is also a daily habit. One day, when the bus passed Zhongshan North Road, a leaf fell on the head and the song poems in my hand were beaten. How amazing Syntax. It turned out that it fell from the ventilation window, and I don’t know if it was the leaves that just fell, or the leaves on a certain tree that happened to rest on the roof of the car that happened to pass by at a certain time and place, and fell by accident at this moment. The leaves were crushed, it died long ago, at this moment, its fragrance revived in my palms, I opened my slightly green fingertips, and felt in a trance that it was a newborn tree, and had just pulled out two new buds, green and tender. Fragrant, warm and bloody, engraved with strange veins and lines, one leaf is on the left, the other is on the right, I am a new bud solemnly clasped together.

In the summer of two years ago, we went to Kansas to see Zhu and his whole family—the standard fairy family, the doctor’s husband, the master’s wife, the “just right” number of children, a reliable annual salary, a house in a noble residential area, The lawn in front of the house, the green trees outside the lawn, the blue sky outside the green trees... Before leaving, I planned to take a group photo, and I listed it all around, and said inadvertently: "Ah, just under this willow tree of yours, okay?" "Our willow tree." Zhu suddenly turned around and said seriously:

What is our willow tree?We can go anytime anyway!I can always make it not 'our willow'. " A year later, he and his whole family came back. I don’t know who the tree in Kansas City now belongs to—but Zhu belongs to this land. There is no willow tree in front of his door anymore, so he can only plant himself into this A patch of greenery on the land. In spring, on the red brick road of Zhongshan North Road, there are people selling long-legged strange birds made of thick wool, blowing on the thin legs of the birds, as if they can really walk. Some foreigners couldn't help but stop and buy one.

Suddenly, a Chinese woman stopped. She was not very young, she was about thirty or so, and she was a shrewd and capable woman who lived a busy life. "This thing is very good," she grabbed Xiaotou, "it must be exported, and it must make money. You go to the second floor of No. ×, ×× Lane, ×× Road, and there is a Miss × as soon as you enter the door. You go to her, and she will definitely make money. Find a way to get you an export!" Then she went back and repeated the address again before walking away in peace. How can Taiwan not be rich? Even irrelevant passers-by on the road will give advice on how to export. In fact, manufacturers of such things may have been doing export sales long ago, but the enthusiasm of that woman is really cute.

During the summer vacation, I went to the countryside in the central part of the country, turned into a fork, and saw a very small child under a big banyan tree, hanging a few ropes from the big tree. With simple knots, weave those few ropes into a hanging basket for net flowerpots. His mother was sitting at the gate facing him, taking care of the grocery store and weaving beautiful knots at the same time. The sound of cicadas filled the trees. I stopped talking to the woman and asked her if she sold it. They told me that they couldn't sell it because the factory signed a contract to export it. The local friends who led the way said that they were all rich men who didn't show their faces.

I remembered that year when I visited Macy’s in the United States, I asked the lady at the counter if that tape recorder was made in Taiwan, and she replied: "Of course, everything comes from Japan and Taiwan anyway." I have always missed that nameless road in the countryside, the pair of wealthy mother and son beside the road, and how they sat facing each other in the shade of the ground and weaved the hanging basket full of cicadas. I used to hire a painter surnamed Lai. He was a Hakka man. His older brother was a carpenter. The family took care of each other's business.One year I called to find them, but they were not there because I went to Guam to do a project.

Came back after a year. "You guys also have to graduate in three years." Once I had nothing to say and chatted with them. "No, just two years now." "Why is it short?" "Of course, modern people are smarter!" Hearing his serious words, he immediately became optimistic about the future of mankind. Modern apprentices don't need to light the stove, empty the toilet, or hold the baby for the boss wolf. Of course, two years will be enough. I always remember the dignified smiles on their faces when they insisted that modern people are smarter.Below the school is a large hospital. At dusk, patients come out for a walk, and some visitors also take a walk in twos and threes.

That day, I met several such people on the mountain trail. As a habit, I like to walk slowly to eavesdrop on what others are saying. One of them complained that the money was not used, complained and complained, and like all middle-aged and elderly people, the topic suddenly returned to the old story that one dollar could buy hundreds of eggs forty years ago. Suddenly, a person couldn't help but yelled: "You know, before the Anti-Japanese War, when I was in junior high school, I picked up a piece of money on the street, oops, then I waited for a Sunday, took that piece of money, went to the city, ate restaurants, and ate Ice cream, bought sneakers, bought a dictionary, watched a movie, oops, the money has not been spent yet..."

The mountain trail is getting higher and the dusk is getting colder. I stopped and watched them gradually go away. I don't know why, but my heart is full of love for the stranger at dusk. Forty years ago, a little boy was so happy by the sudden good luck. Forty years ago He still can't forget the cool dusk on the mountain path after the next year... For some reason, I suddenly feel that that person is just a little boy. If possible, I would like to be the one who lost money, so that there will be another legend in the world story…… In any case, it is also a good thing to savor another person's melancholy. In the early morning of New Year's Day, the weather was very good, not the kind of sunny and sunny, but clear and clear without any residue. I was sitting in a taxi and rushed to a meeting. When I encountered a red light on the road, all the cars stopped When I got down, I looked out the window boredly, and saw two young people riding a motorcycle. One of them said a few words and suddenly shouted excitedly: "What a good idea!" I don't know what good idea they came up with. , but seeing their innocent smiles in the sun, I couldn't help being happy, I don't know what their idea is, but I can meet someone who I haven't seen before and will never see again in front of a red light by accident What a strange opportunity.I can't remember their faces, but that's not important, what's important is that I remember their earth-shattering cheers, maybe they went on a picnic, maybe they went to a picnic, maybe they went to visit a beautiful smiling girl, did they get The joy they expected, I don't know, but at least I got it, and I am pleasantly surprised that I can share the unformed joy of a stranger. Once, when I passed by Hong Kong, I needed to contact Qiao Hong's wife for something. I usually like to call in the early morning or midnight - because those who are busy are likely to be at home at that time. "Do you get up early or go to bed late?" She froze for a moment. "I get up early and go to bed late. My child has to go to school, so I have to get up early, and my husband has to be filming, so I go to bed late—you can call as early or late as you like." This time it was my turn to be stunned, she is really amazing, but she is not the only one who is amazing.In fact, all wives and mothers probably have this ability—it’s just that they look so ordinary, so ordinary that they don’t even understand that they have such great abilities. A woman is really a strange kind of person. She can live with her husband without birthplace, occupation, or even a name. She gives everything to others. With energy, she can get up early and go to bed late, eat very little and do it forever.All her life she didn't know whether she was giving or owning. The senior concubine is such a lovable and honorable character. At noon on the day when the art talk ended, I was three minutes late for the lunch meeting because I had to go back to the dormitory to find something. There happened to be a vacant seat, so I walked past it without thinking. When I walked up to the front, I was stunned. It was the seat on the right of Chairman Xie Dongmin. It was obviously because everyone was modest that it became an empty seat, but now it became the seat of me, a daredevil. I felt uncomfortable and said to " High officials" are always a bewildering thing to do together. Suddenly, Chairman Xie turned his head and apologized to me: "I should carry vegetables for you, but, look, my right hand is inconvenient. I'm sorry, I can't serve you. You should eat more yourself." I looked at him and his hand dumbfounded for a moment, not knowing what to say, the hand with the scars still on it suddenly became beautiful, what could be blown off were fingers, what couldn't be blown off was a person's style and demeanor, I tried my best to endure Holding back tears, I know that at this moment, I am not sitting next to a "big official", but next to a warm "person". When passing the train station, I can't help but look at the message board. Those chalk characters don’t know that the Railway Bureau allows them to be kept for half a day or a day. They are not calligraphy on rice paper, seal cutting on gold and stone, or ink marks on small notes. They are destined to disappear immediately—but when they exist, they are What a fine thread, just like that, it binds all kinds of entanglements in the world. I actually copied those sentences: Satin: I haven't met you for a long time. I've returned. Please come to Longquan to meet me. Chunhua: I'll leave when you don't see me (I'll come back at two o'clock).Rong. Zhan: My aunt and I will go to Neipu sister's house, and we won't come to wait for you until 9:00 pm. Every time I see such words, I always feel good. I feel that there is also a kind of loveliness and a necessary warmth in the world in those encounters, anxiety, and ignorance. There was another person, neither signed nor titled, just wrote "I'm leaving" in big characters, black and white, as if about to break through the hanging board and fly away.I don't know whether it was written for a certain person, or a poem for visitors from the past. In short, it is shocking to read! Daoists in hemp shoes and quail clothes can sing the "good song" all the way, telling the world that all "good" is because of "breaking" the world, but why should it be broken?Every time I look at the message boards in the big and small post stations, I always feel that all the good things come from the incessant and inseparable. The world is nothing more than a posthouse in the wind and rain, and life is nothing more than all kinds of things and feelings that bind the heart. It is always good to write poems on the wall!