I thought I would not recognize Liu Fengfeng when I saw him again.He was like that at the age of twenty, no matter how familiar he is with you, you can't remember what he looks like when you turn your head.It would be better to be ugly. Ugly can be a logo, ugly to a certain extent, and shocking.And he is not ugly, if it is divided into ten scales from ugly to beautiful, his appearance should be five degrees.Wearing a military uniform and a military cap, he can move one degree further to the United States.Especially the military uniform we wore for the performance, which was well cut and made of good fabrics, the kind of wool and chemical fiber blend, which was very crisp.There is nothing wrong with his looks; the problem is that there is no problem.So no matter how we used to do exercises in the same queue, kick our legs and knees in the same exercise room, eat "vegetable and brain-stir fried pork slices" in the same canteen, and tell lies and gossip in the same red building, in short, no matter what we do How close we used to be, wasting our youth together (eight years of youth!), I don't even want to remember what he looks like.But on Wangfujing Street, in the sea of ​​faces, my sight caught him out of the water in an instant.And it's him from the side.I want to call him, and think, or wait.

His name is Liu Feng.If you make a fill-in-the-blank form to describe Liu Feng's image, you can actually do it—face shape: round face; eyebrows and eyes: thick eyebrows, single eyelids; nose: round nose with a straight bridge; skin color: delicate and fair.He is 1.69 meters tall.We were all selected from all corners of the country to perform on the stage. More than 30 years ago, those who came out of our red building were all talented men and beauties of the military version. There is no face or figure that you can't bear to see. The red building that used to be our barracks was razed at the end of the 20th century, and a wide road was crushed to the ground.In the forty-eight large and small rooms of the Red Building, the traces left by Liu Feng were also crushed into dust: the walls or ceilings he patched, the rat holes he blocked, the doors and noses he nailed, the termites he dismantled. The rotten floorboards... the red building lived a long life more than 30 years ago, and it is almost seventy years old. It should be considered a dangerous building, but its extremely slow collapse process was delayed by Liu Feng.Liu Feng has the craftsmanship of a bricklayer and carpenter, and carefully holds a three-story dilapidated building like a huge cracked egg, allowing us to unintentionally become a nail household before the concept of "nail households" was born.We lived in a dangerous building carefree for more than ten years, but when the decay of the red building intensified and the collapse accelerated, we shouted in unison: "Who is going to find Liu Feng?" When a wall cracks overnight, or lime the size of a banana fan falls off the ceiling for no reason, we have a good solution: "Look for Liu Feng!"

A group of people in Wangfujing were begging.A six or seven-year-old boy dropped a five-cent coin, and they stood at attention without discrimination, treating the child as a small chief, and gave a standard military salute.I couldn't stand it anymore, and looked away, but at this moment, I saw Liu Feng also standing in the crowd of onlookers, his ordinary facial features had been eroded deeply by age.His spectating attitude can be used to watch two old men play chess, old ladies dancing yangko, or the police issuing a ticket to the driver. I made a detour from Liu Feng's side to his front.This kind of plain face is not easy to age or change. Compared with his peers, his face is at least seven or eight years younger.He was dismissed from the company because of the "touch" incident, and he went to the battlefield in the second year of the company.

A large car of a tourist group stopped at the intersection at the first end of Chang'an Avenue, and fifty or sixty Western tourists got off.A team of urban management ran over and began to drive away the onlookers, causing the crowd to become chaotic.An old beggar saw the foreign audience coming, took the lead in singing, and fought against the electric horn of the tour group leader.When I found a good position to stand firm again and looked to the right, Liu Feng was no longer there.I stepped out of the crowd and looked for both ends of Wangfujing Street.He won't disappear so fast, unless he deliberately hides from me.I walked towards the south end of the street for a while, then turned back and walked north, the street was full of strangers.At this moment, Liu Feng must want me to treat him as a stranger too.

That was more than thirty years ago.Our old Red Mansion still has dreams, and most of the dreams are beautiful and bold. The second and third floors of the Red Building have long corridors with long eaves.If you play clarinet or violin etudes in the corridor on the third floor in the evening, and your eyes roam, crossing the corridor downstairs with verandas, and then the small rehearsal room at the end of the corridor, and the holly alley on the right side of the small rehearsal room, often You will see a person carrying two large buckets, this person is Liu Feng.The bucket was for a boy in the alley next door. The boy was seventeen years old and had no parents. The children in the alley called him "brackets" because his legs stood exactly like a pair of perfect brackets.The children said that if they were playing with a ball, they could use the two legs in the brackets as a goal, and the ball would not rub against the "door frame" when kicked over.He leans on a high bench to walk, first moves the bench one step forward, and then takes a step while supporting the bench. He has two legs and the bench has four legs. It takes a quarter of an hour to walk on six legs for a distance of 200 meters.Every evening, the taps at the entrance of the alley are unlocked to sell water, and all the residents of the alley line up to buy water at the entrance of the alley.Once Bracket bought water and went home, the six legs were even more busy. They moved the bucket, moved the bench, and finally moved their own pair of Bracket legs. A tin bucket was half full of water, and only the bottom was left when I got home. .Brackets can't do without fetching water. There is an old stove at home, and they are in the business of selling boiled water.Liu Feng picked two loads of water from our yard every day and donated it to the bracket. When the leader asked, Liu Feng said that the tap water in our army is free anyway.The leader thinks about it, and thinks it is right. From food to clothing, the subordinate soldiers are all given by the common people for free. How can the subordinate soldiers afford to treat guests and give the common people two buckets of water?Talk about lonely and disabled people like brackets.One late summer evening, when everyone was eating and drinking in the open-air corridor, Liu Feng walked up and down in front of people's bored eyesight. The two large buckets were filled to the brim, but the water bearer was able to keep them from leaking.Gao Qiang, a stuffed trombonist, blew a deep and long horn sound like a full belch, stared blankly at the dwarf who was lightly going away on the Holly Path, and sighed: "Hey, why can't he be exhausted? What's his name?" The bassist Zeng Dasheng next to him said, "Liu—Feng."

The first time I observed Liu Feng up close was the first month when he was transferred to our regiment.Towards the end of lunch that day, a man squatted there beating the floor with a hammer.How old is the floor?If you jump hard here, the dishes on the table over there will turn over, or at least you will tremble.What the hammer hit was an unbelievably warped floor.The owner of that old house more than 90 years ago was a warlord. The red building used as a barracks for us was a two-story building in the 1920s. A little aunt came in, and the head of the house added another floor to the second floor."September 18" broke out in the Northeast, and the Southwest still married aunts and concubines, and Chengdu people enjoyed happiness and innocence under any crisis.Those who know the story take a closer look, and the red color on the third floor is slightly different from the two floors below.Using the same red bricks, a road is paved from the red building, with green tiles on the top of the corridor and dark green wooden pillars on both sides, leading to a pavilion.Our small rehearsal room was an extension of the pavilion, so it had an odd shape and was cold in winter and hot in summer.Going further towards the gate is our dining hall, which used to be a small theater for aunts and wives. After the Anti-Japanese War, Chengdu became the rear area, and the stage was demolished and turned into a dance hall.The houses of the groom, the old lady, and the little girl in this yard were not well built. By the time the PLA peacefully liberated Sichuan, they had almost collapsed. They were demolished and built two rows of bungalows, which were simpler than the houses of the old lady and the little girl. New residents They are the cadres of the art troupe with their families.The latest building is our practice room, also known as the large rehearsal hall, which was built in the 1960s, and it looks like a product of how fast and cheap it is.This noon was the same as every other noon in the past. We gathered around the low tables, guarded the empty rice bowls and lunch boxes to digest food, chatted, male soldiers and female soldiers bickered and flirted, you can listen to whatever you want, understand what is what.No one was interested in what Liu Feng was doing.I noticed him because he was wearing two different shoes. On his right foot was a black cloth shoe uniformly issued by the army. The style was designed by the old sister-in-law in the liberated area. On his left foot was a dirty white soft-soled exercise shoe.Later, I found out that his left leg could not spin well on one leg, and he would be crooked all the time, so he practiced a few times when he had time, and he had ready-made exercise shoes.After he knocked with the hammer, he stepped on the floor with his soft-soled shoes, stomped with his hard-soled shoes, and knocked a few more hammers before standing up.After he stands upright, your expectations of his height are somewhat disappointed.He is the kind of person who is quite tall when sitting or squatting, but when you stand up, you will say in your heart: not much taller.The problem lies in the legs, the legs are not long.But somersaults and long legs are cumbersome.He was selected by the regiment because of his good somersaults, and his original unit was the engineer battalion of a certain field army.Liu Feng's somersault is Tong Zigong.He spent his miserable childhood in a county-level Bangzi troupe, a poor county in Shandong, and Liu Feng's words are "Some people are so poor"!If he hadn't joined the Bangzi troupe to learn somersaults, he would have had a naked childhood.

I formally dealt with Liu Feng half a year after he transferred here.We marched to the mountainous area of ​​northwestern Sichuan with the large army, and camped for seven days for military training.If we "play" a real soldier once a year, it will be during these seven days.Routine target shooting and bombing training are all completed at this time. "Playing soldiers" means playing games for us. We don't have to practice martial arts, we can enjoy gun addiction, we can treat compressed biscuits as snacks, and we can also fight and wrestle when we are "touching the whistle".Before the shooting training began, Deputy Director Jian of the Military Training Department selected two sentries to stand at the outermost edge of the shooting range to prevent fellow villagers from entering, and let the bullets of the soldiers hit live targets.Liu Feng and I were selected.Liu Feng is a volunteer. He comes from the field army. He doesn’t care about shooting targets. He saves the chance of gun addiction for others. I was unanimously recommended by everyone, because I usually can’t count the number of rings when I shoot, and the bullets never touch the target. Everyone I'm afraid that I will drag down the collective shooting results.

That year I was one month short of thirteen years old, 1.61 meters tall and 38 kilograms in weight. I stood in the cold winter of northwestern Sichuan in 1972 and built a Great Wall of flesh and blood between soldiers and ordinary people.The intensive gunfire lasted from 1 pm to 4 pm. I went from standing guard to "jumping guard". In order not to get frostbite on my feet during these three hours, I had to divert the small dance combination from dance class to this time.A row of targets were planted in a field of sweet potatoes, which had already been picked up, and the blackened vine seedlings were spread out like rotten fishing nets.The big watch of the dance teacher Teacher Yang is on my wrist. I dance for three to five minutes and look at it, realizing that loneliness, fatigue and cold can turn five minutes into a lifetime.At five past four, the gunfire fell silent.Shooting should end at four o'clock sharp.A chubby field mouse ran past my feet, I followed it with my eyes, and soon found a round and smooth hole under the ridge of the field.I wanted to visit the cave, so I got down on the ground and looked into the cave with the high-power binoculars that were supposed to guard against the wilderness, but I couldn't see anything.I picked up a branch and stretched it into the hole to harass me, meowing like a cat, not knowing whether the voles and the cat were enemies or not.At this time, there was a "snap" shot, and the bullet grazed the top of the elm tree above my head, and I blew a dumb whistle.Isn't the shooting over?In less than half a minute, there was another "snap" shot.Before I could figure it out, someone picked me up from the ground, turned my head, and saw a white face with red cheeks and steam from the mouth.I seemed to know the face, but it seemed alien because it was pushed into such close-up.He spoke in a sharp tone: "What's the matter with you?! Why did you put the fellow into the shooting range?!" The Shandong accent reminded me that this person was Liu Feng, another guard sentry, and he fought back with the other hand An old lady with a hunchback.The old lady apparently slipped into the shooting range when I was harassing the voles, and she seemed to have lost her lottery. She groaned and slumped down along Liu Feng's hand. In the end, the black eyeballs disappeared, and there were only two gray lines between the eyelids.Liu Feng yelled "Da Niang Da Niang", and I was so frightened that I passed out.My next impression was that Liu Feng was running in front of me with the old lady in his arms, saying loudly: "Too irresponsible! You are so playful, like a soldier?!..." Floating on the opposite hillside With the red cross flag, Liu Feng hugged the old lady to the field ambulance team.I followed behind, wrestling while running, and there were tears on both cheeks, whether it was from falling, from being scared, or from being scolded by Liu Feng, now I think, I should choose all.Liu Feng and I sent the old lady into the emergency tent, surrounded by doctors and nurses from the outpatient department who were "acting" as field lifeguards.The next impression is that Liu Feng and I are waiting for the bad news outside the cotton curtain.After a while, Liu Feng was tired from standing, squatted down, raised his face and asked me, "Ten?" I snorted "Thirteen" like a mosquito.He stopped talking, and I noticed that he had a long patch on the back of his neckline, the stitches were so thin that it was completely invisible.The cotton curtain was finally opened, and the emergency military doctor told us to go in and have a look.Liu Feng and I looked at each other, did we recognize the corpse? !Liu Feng tremblingly asked where the bullet hit.The doctor said that she hadn't hit her anywhere, and spent half an hour checking the old lady's body. She was in good health, and she hadn't even taken roundworm medicine, let alone aspirin.Maybe he fainted from hunger, or he fainted from the sound of gunshots.

We stretched our heads and saw the old lady holding a canned military fruit, scooping up two chunks of pineapple in syrup and stuffing it into her mouth.Liu Feng grabbed me, and the two of us quickly got into the cotton curtain.Liu Feng saluted and apologized to the old lady.The old lady was eating and drinking snoringly, concentrating on suppressing her own shock and ignoring us. The emergency nurse said softly that we were lucky, and if it really hit her, her family would no longer have to eat sweet potatoes, and they would all go to the art troupe to eat military rations. Back at our station, the story became clearer.Bass player Zeng Dasheng made a bet that with the remaining few shots, he would definitely hit three consecutive ten rings.Everyone finished shooting, and Zeng Dasheng was still lying there alone. There were two bullets left in the semi-automatic. He aimed for three minutes and failed to fire a single bullet. He borrowed a handkerchief from the deputy chief of the military training department behind him to cover one eye. Started a new round of aiming, and someone joked that this shot, if you don't hit the ten rings, you will be sorry for the beautiful handkerchief of the section chief.The other mouth was even worse, and said: Is the ten ring worth such an aim?This shot must hit eleven rings!Zeng Dasheng jumped up, kicked and kicked the sarcasm for a while, and then started the third round of aiming.By this time, seven minutes had passed.That's why I thought the shooting was over and left the post.

The dinner that day was red sweet potato rice, fried sweet potato slices with green onions, steamed red sweet potato with salt and roasted white (sauced pork).It is said that the local area does not produce anything but red sweet potatoes. The old lady sneaked across the shooting cordon in order to dig again in the field where sweet sweet potatoes were planted. sweet potato.One of us woke up and said, what Liu Feng saved after a long time of trouble was not ordinary people, but a backward commoner who stole sweet potatoes from the commune!Another person said that letting the backward people cheat to eat a meal of pineapples in syrup is a special offering for the chief!Some people also say that the military and civilian fish and water situation are just a vain song for the backward people, right?Old Tang Shan of the drama team said that Liu Feng called the aunt by mistake: She is not an aunt. I heard from the publicist of the outpatient department that the aunt received free condoms the day before yesterday!Everyone hahaha, Liu Feng was wrong this time as a good person, on the wrong team, and saved the wrong person...