Chapter 32 Live to grow old (II)

Live to grow old (II) Feng Tang Feng Tang @ 2007-4-8 22:27:44 The senses are deceiving.If you believe in the senses, the world is flat, people will not grow old, parents and brothers are all there, and the days will never end.When I was young, I crowded the bus, and the ticket sellers and drivers were all uncles and aunts.I haven't crowded the bus for more than ten years. One day it was raining and the bus was in high demand. I squeezed on No. 41. I suddenly found that the ticket seller and the driver should call me uncle.Damn, it's difficult to change the words. The moment I bought the ticket, I didn't know what to call the conductor with the small nose, small mouth and small eyes.

Are people in our generation old when we live? Not old yet. My mom and dad are still alive, and I can still eat two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge for a meal, and I can sing "I am a girl" loudly with an electric speaker tied around the waist of Wulong Pavilion in Beihai, and I can sharpen kitchen knives and kill live chickens , Butcher grass carp. My hair is still not a little bit gray, and there is no fat on my thighs. I turn ten pages of "Ming History" or "Han Shu", and I am in a trance, and I can suddenly hear my heartbeat.Delusion: Conscientiousness leads to enlightenment, poverty leads to enlightenment, Lin Biao became the commander of the army at the age of 28, Yang Zhenning won the Nobel Prize at the age of 35, maybe the world will be in chaos next year, work hard, shit luck, I can still catch the elevator that goes straight to the Peak Tower , Maybe I realized early that "it is better to study for ten years", wash your hands in the basin, and get rid of mundane affairs. Stewed together in English, ten years later, it may be a pot of awesome soup that has never been seen before.

The old friend is sitting opposite the golden fried squab, wearing a small gown with bird feathers printed on it, drinking two or two packs of Xiaoerguotou through a straw, bowing his head, his hair is black and slowly flowing like water under the light A trace of it slid down from both sides, a semi-metallic luster like a bird's feather.When she smoked the third bottle of Erguotou, she looked up and smiled.I still forgot the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and her husband who sold double-star rubber shoes in Malta. I think she is beautiful and magnificent. At this moment, it is only natural to die for her.

old. My mother used to scold me three times for one thing, and the anger dissipated, but now it takes six times.This year's Qingming Festival, I have been thinking about my grandmother who passed away early, saying that I haven't visited the grave for many years, and the cemetery in Tongzhou may have been covered with commercial housing.The stock market is so hot, my mother still took out 20,000 yuan in cash and signed up for a photo tour of fools from 12 countries in Europe on the 15th day. "Damn, have you ever been to Europe? Been there!" Mom said.This year's Spring Festival, Dad's secret roasted pork began to be salty and sometimes weak. We could eat it, but he couldn't eat it himself.No matter how intimidating and intimidating my mother is, she will never return to the United States.Dad said, in the United States, there are no prisons, no mahjong, no big supermarkets, and not so many TV channels.Dad Chuiyangliu's title as the king of gambling in the Western District has also recently been lost.He said that other old men and old ladies were sloppy, and he won the cards, but they didn't give him money.Other old men and old ladies said that he cheated and did not ask him to lose money to everyone, so he was already taking care of him.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in 2007, at five minutes to midnight, I finished writing the last word "consciousness", and suddenly realized that half of my life had passed, and it was likely to be a better half.In the numb calm, amidst the sound of firecrackers remaining outside the window, I turned my head and looked at the paperback Twenty-Four Histories standing on the bookshelf. If I didn’t check the "Index of Names of the Twenty-Four Histories", who would know who the second prime minister of Tang Xuanzong was? Who?Save time by reducing the frequency of bowel movements, shortening eating time, and not watching TV and movies. The trilogy has also been written, and I will further experience, understand, and express it later, but I am faintly worried that the greatest contribution to Chinese has already been written in these three novels. The inside is done.Mobile phone text messages, a couplet: "Sigh that the Red Mansion was not finished, I hate Wang Shuo for not dying early", and horizontally criticize "Save him".I was faintly worried, twenty years later, would I also not be able to realize, go crazy, or die?I thought, at least I can be honest, not pretend to be enlightened, not pretend to be crazy, and go bungee jumping in New Zealand often.

At the flowing water banquet at night in Beijing, the post-90s generation has been dragged by friends of friends to appear, and it is as fresh as the yellow forsythia flowers that only bloomed on the side of the third ring road after it rained last night.In the shadows in the corners of the room, under the tables where the lights do not shine, there are no longer huge crouching monsters.Listen carefully, there is rain outside the window, someone opened an umbrella, someone started the car, someone approached, the hormone in the blood vessel has no squeaky bubbles.My elder brothers who were more than ten years older than me remarried one after another, married young literary women born in the 1980s, and gave birth to a son or a daughter.At the running water banquet, I smiled and looked at the post-90s peacefully with them, and said, the poem is well written, drink less if you can't drink, don't force it.