Chapter 77 squeeze squeeze

squeeze squeeze Feng Tang Hong Kong is really crowded. Every street is Wangfujing and Huaihai Road. In order to be close to the office in Sheung Wan, the company arranged the dormitory in Sai Ying Pun.That is the old city, when it was a British colony, it was originally stationed with troops.Now, with eyes full of old men and old ladies, they open a house on the first floor facing the street to open a small shop, do business when they are busy, and play mahjong in the shop when they are free, and they are very popular.The store has been open for decades, and I knew I was just here when I saw it, and they all boasted that I speak standard Mandarin and basically have no accent.It feels like within the second ring road in Beijing. The only difference is that the crowds inside Beijing’s second ring road are mostly one-story courtyards and courtyard houses. tall building.In the courtyard, there are always one or two pagoda trees, jujube trees, pomegranates, Chinese toon, cloves or half-trunks of grapes, twisting and standing, breaking through the temporary small kitchen and small toilet, and blooming tenaciously under the moisture of rice and dung. result.Standing in the yard, looking up, there is a big piece of blue sky and pigeons whistling hooligans.In the old city of Hong Kong, there are often one-way lanes, no bicycle lanes, and sidewalks with three petals as wide as the buttocks.A person with two buttocks meets another person with two buttocks, and whispers: "Oh, no." Turning on one side, the three-petal buttocks pass by alternately between rubbing and not rubbing.The sidewalk is paved with cement, without a single tree, and occasionally there is a street garden by the side of the road. If you look at it from tens of meters away, you often mistake it for a bonsai placed on someone's balcony.Raise your head and hold on for a while, on the line of sky between the buildings, there may be eagles flying by, like someone flying a kite.

Squeezing has benefits. I stand at any intersection in this old city and look in any direction. There are at least three tea restaurants, three laundry shops, three grocery stores, three fruit stands, and three bus stops.I live on the third floor, and on the third floor opposite, my family replaced a large-screen plasma TV. They tested the new TV and played "Golden Rooster" without drawing the curtains.I pushed open the window, and on the opposite TV, Andy Lau, as one of the top ten outstanding youths in Hong Kong, was educating the senior professional woman Junru Ng: to treat all hardworking male clients with a spirit of fire, to improve service awareness and bed skills, to be a Working women who take root at the grassroots level.Only in this way, once this happens, she will have hope, the community will have hope, and Hong Kong will have hope.In my eyes, Junru Wu's face is as big as a washbasin. I also have hope. I don't need to buy a TV myself.The moment the people on the opposite side closed the curtains, I vaguely remembered that many years ago, in the courtyard where I lived in Beijing, someone added the first TV, which was made in Japan, black and white, with a red plastic shell.All the children brought their rice bowls and horses to the house to watch. It was a childish TV series called "Eighteen Years in the Enemy Camp" that made people forget to eat and sleep.

In a few years, the Internet has grown from nothing to a basic human need. It ranks behind Air, Coke, McDonald's, and "Dragon Tiger Leopard", and before mom, dad, and wife. Yin and Yang are not in harmony, and the six gods have no master.In Hong Kong, there are three companies that provide broadband Internet services: SO-NET, i-CABLE, and Telecom Yingke. They are equally unethical and must sign a contract of more than one year.If the contract is terminated in advance, the monthly payment is 100 yuan.I sighed, turned on my ThinkPad with a Centrino chip, and was pleasantly surprised to find that on the list of wireless Internet services, there were three options: Piano, J@home, Crazy Horse, which must be the three pigs in the surrounding buildings, the dog Eye four.I picked one at random, and the system warned me that I was unsafe, "Damn, the ones who feel unsafe should be the pig-headed three and the dog-eyed four, I'll go." I picked one at random, and I wirelessly browsed to Sina News at high speed.

In the subway during rush hour, it is even more crowded.Fortunately, it is Hong Kong after all, with air conditioning and perfume.People stared blankly, looking out of the car window, and there was a tunnel outside the car window, and there was nothing there.Occasionally, a few young people listened to music with earphones plugged in, and almost no one read.The only time I saw someone studying was a young student, at least in the third and fourth grades of elementary school. He didn't have acne or a beard. He was just as tall as my butt.Among the buttocks in the surrounding car, his face was sad and serene. I squeezed over and peeked at the book he was reading. It had a crimson cover, and the title of the book was "I'm Not Afraid of Pressure".

Looking at his melancholy and quiet face, I suddenly wanted to tell him that we played a game called "squeeze the shit" when we were young.When the weather is cold, there is no heating in the classroom, and we don’t have thick clothes, so we find a corner to huddle together, which is more crowded than the subway in Hong Kong, more crowded than Sheung Wan and Central Wan, our mouths and eyes are crooked. Shouting: "Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze shit", none of us are not happy.