Chapter 24 Nanchizi Mood

Nanchizi is east of Tiananmen Square, north of it is Beichizi, there is a Donghua Gate in between, and Wangfujing is further east.Probably such an important thoroughfare, Nanchizi Street is always full of pedestrians and cars.For a while, I lived in Nanchizi, a small courtyard house with gray walls and rich doors, and a strong ancient atmosphere permeated from here.At that time, I thought that if I hadn’t lived in a courtyard house in Nanchizi, I couldn’t count as living in Beijing. When I lived in Nanchizi, I really felt an old-fashioned feeling. When I came back from outside, I opened the door with a squeak, and there was a thick ancient cypress in front of me, with morning glories entwined in all kinds of tenderness, and the floor was paved with blue bricks. There is faint moss on the top, on the green tiles, the green grass is shaking a blue sky, that is, at the corner of the courtyard, the neighbor is stocking goldfish in an old water tank with a small mouth missing, and the fish have passed the long years. The leisurely swim is quiet, and after a long time, it also gets wet.At this time, no matter how bustling and noisy a place people come back from, they have to come back to cool off.And how exactly is it deserted?It's hard for me to explain, just like when I go to a bustling and noisy place, I feel impetuous, and I can't explain why.It seems that only living in a courtyard for a long time can you have a more real experience of such a mood. It is like interpreting a dream when expressed in words, and it is rare to have complete clarity.I think it's because the courtyard is too old, and it's because the people of the imperial court built it for a long time. I'm destined to be infiltrated by history.

The courtyard house in Nanchizi naturally made me feel the long time, but it was the time of the imperial court. Sometimes I stayed there quietly, doing nothing, neither reading nor watching TV, but always thinking in my mind , How did the people of the imperial court fall in love in such a courtyard, drinking wine and tea or playing xiao, did they wear long robes?People from bamboo cloth or blue soil forest, do you like to bow, where is it polite?This kind of imagination is boundless, floating with the air, or at dusk, or at noon, or early morning, but the main thing is in the moonlit night, insects chirping under the window, and the footsteps of pedestrians falling from near to far or from far to near , and the occasional speeding car or bicycle noise can not change the quiet, I love to think of the imperial court.They all use lanterns for lighting. When a man and a woman walk together, are two lanterns walking quietly together?

I am very curious about the affairs of the court.When I couldn't figure it out, I suddenly found that someone was also curious about me.This is the friend of those hundreds of nations.They are all blond, energetic and chattering, and they always like to walk along Nanchizi Street.When they pass by, they always like to stop under my window.I happened to have a window facing the street, and that window happened to be as tall as a person.It's just that the glass of the window is very dark, so I didn't think of drawing the screen.They stopped under my window, pressed their faces to the pane, and looked inside with full curiosity.The first time I noticed friends from Xiguo looking at me, I just felt that suddenly the room got a little darker, then a little darker, and then it got a little darker. When I looked back suddenly, there were five faces of Xiguo on the windowpane. What are you going to do?I have no idea.But after a while, I understood that they just wanted to look at the people living in the courtyard so curiously. As for whether the men inside still had braids, it was hard to tell, but after that, I knew I It has also become a landscape of the courtyard.

After that, I didn't take the curiosity of my friends from all over the world any longer. They wanted to see a Beijinger who lived in a courtyard, and that was the reason.But since then, I have begun to pay attention to the hygiene of the table.Holding a scroll or writing, or even correcting a sitting posture that has never been considered.I thought, who am I representing?it's me?Are you a Beijinger or an old man from the court era?I think the court is more reliable.who do you think You Are?When people are curious about where you live, they probably put people in it too.See me now?Court?Only friends from Xiguo know this, and I ignore him.Until one time when four blue-eyed, blond-haired Western girls crowded under my window and built a pergola to look in, I blew them a kiss, and they were excited.When I lived in Nanchizi, such situations were not uncommon.Once when I came back from the outside, I suddenly found a group of friends from Youguo standing under my window, peeking inside. I was shocked that time, what happened?I only found out recently that they were just curious.My mood at that time suddenly became very strange. I watched them from a distance of about ten steps, watched their expressions, listened to their chatter, and made a kind of pure Western hand gestures, but I couldn't figure it out. Seeing what they were communicating at this moment, I suddenly remembered that there was a plate of fish bone spurs on my table, which was left behind after lunch. Are they researching what kind of dish in Chinese food that plate of fish bone spurs is? Woolen cloth?probably is.I stood there for about a quarter of an hour, and when they left, it was a little far away. I walked over, stood where they had just stood, and looked in. There was a plate of fishbone, a spoon, and an empty beer. The bottle, on the other side is a computer, and an open book.I can't think of anything here that can make people look at the scenery for a long time, and there is no need to stand there and study...

Sophora japonica flowers gently fall in the courtyard, like a kind of fragrant snow.Fragrant, quiet, and full of moss, I read and write in this atmosphere, and sometimes I think of some international issues because of the prying eyes of foreign girls, such as Paris or Bavaria, Oslo or Florida, or even Is the look between me and the foreign girl considered an international exchange?etc.It's just the occasional cough of the neighbor's uncle, interrupting my thoughts once, and taking back the released reverie from the Pacific Ocean.In fact, when I lived in Nanchizi, I really wanted to write some good articles. I remembered that when Shen Congwen first came to Beijing from Xiangyou, he also lived in a small courtyard house that was not very bright. , using a brush to write on Daolin paper or other paper, I think there were also a lot of literary youths who came here at that time, and they were just so promising.I want to be a writer and write beautiful articles. It is best to take the manuscript to exchange for Yinyang, and then use Yinyang to exchange for pork, vermicelli and cabbage. Simmer it in a small stove, and buy two taels of white wine to nourish it. Drink it moistly, and then write quickly, but now there is no Yinyang.It doesn't matter, now is the era when there are foreign girls peeping out of the window, and things like Yinyang don't wear robes, and the taste is not so pure.

In fact, what I really want to say is that when I lived in the courtyard house in Nanchizi, I felt in my heart that the vicissitudes of life had gone through and the glitz had faded away.I experienced the smell of smoke from the kiln fire of the distant years permeating the wall bricks in that hut for a long time. Smelly people?Will the printer suddenly print a line of words that rhyme, in traditional Chinese, mixed with words that are too good to be true?This kind of worry is not without reason. When it rains, the dripping rain from the eaves of the eaves falls wet, crystal clear and soft on my heart. I feel that the days have gone back to a very long time, and I will even I wonder if there are long gowns hanging outside, and I should take them back, so as not to be embarrassed when I go to meet friends without a decent long gown.Fortunately, I finally have some sobriety. I understand that I am not the generation who wear long gowns. Have the literati in long gowns seen such things as computers?Certainly not, even Xu Zhimo, who is very Western-style, has never seen a computer.At last my mind was confused, I suddenly pushed open the door, and stepped out of the courtyard. On the street under the sun, a stream of modern people resolutely led me back, so I figured out what it is now. What time.