Chapter 6 The sixth idiot
The city is surrounded by a moat, one of which is the famous Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal. When I was young, I only saw the Yangtze River and the Yellow River on TV. They galloped mightily on the 12-inch black and white screen, but my understanding of the river has always remained in the This wide, stagnant and turbid river bank is bound to flood in the rainy season and the water level drops in the dry season to expose the steep river bank like an abyssal moat.
It is also a dividing line at the same time, just as in 1967 the military fights had to be fought across the moat. Without it, maybe so many people would not have died.It solves people's various doubts about the city and the countryside, fashion and soil turtles, modern and ancient, internal and external, pros and cons.This is a river of philosophy.
After the 1980s, people in the city moved to the suburbs one after another, and a large number of public houses rose from the ground. It took a whole ten years to form an encirclement circle outside the moat. At this time, people felt that the river was inconvenient. There are only a few bridges leading to the outside of the city, and every day commuting to and from get off work is tightly blocked. The border has gradually become a rope, strangled around the city's neck.There is nothing people can do about it, it is expensive to build bridges, and it is impossible to fill up the river like it is with stinky ditches. The only way is to maintain the status quo.
Rivers are complicated, and you will see all kinds of things floating on the river surface, such as wooden rafts, garbage, aquatic plants, discarded materials from cargo ships, and the corpses of various animals including dead pigs.They are distributed on both sides of the river, slapping the embankment all year round, as if they have experienced a transparent burial, and then resurrected by the magic of the river. Once the river overflows, they will flock to the street with wild laughter.In summer, every piece of watermelon rind and every inch of rotten vegetable leaf is trying to decompose and ferment. The swollen smell roasts the houses along the river, and what they do is continue to dump garbage and excrement into the river. Make it look like a swamp.In the middle of winter, the river in the dry season shrinks downward, hugging all these things and shivering.
Occasionally there are human corpses.Dead pigs are scary enough, not to mention dead people, every time they will attract many living people to watch. Once a naked female corpse floated under the bridge in the west of the city. It was like the chief executive entering the city. The car stopped on the bridge and couldn't walk. The people in the car poked their heads out to inquire about the situation. When they heard that it was a naked female corpse, they all asked the conductor to open the car door. They wanted to see it.An ambulance came soon, which was strange. Why do you need an ambulance when everyone is dead?It turned out that the dead body was floating under the window of a certain house. Looking up at the woman in the house who was doing her makeup facing the river, it slightly hit the cornerstone under her window. The woman had a heart attack from fright.
This is the only thing that has to be scooped up.The patrol boat stopped not far away, and they waited for a small boat, the franchisee responsible for salvaging the corpse.Sure enough, it appeared, with a dilapidated canopy, waste tires tied to the side of the boat, like the black leather shoes of the god of death slid across the river water and layers of garbage, leaning against the patrol boat at a leisurely pace.Two old men on the boat, one rowing the scull, the other standing on the bow and leaning on a hook that was more than ten feet long, talked to the policeman a few words, and then rowed towards the floating corpse.They are famous corpse hunters in the moat, and all the corpses in the river are under their control. The old man who is responsible for picking up corpses with a scratch hook is just like me, with a crooked head.
As long as they are present, the surrounding will become solemn.They may have been working for a long time. If the body sank into the water, it was usually an unlucky ghost who fell into the water, or it might be a child swimming in the river with better water quality in the south of the city.For floating corpses, the recovery time is generally very short. The corpse boat quickly finished its work, quickly handed over the corpse to the police, and then disappeared into the distance.
The moment the corpse came out of the water, there would be low-pitched shouts on and off the bridge, both sad and surprised, like a kind of religious prayer.And that time when the naked female corpse was picked up, there were too many people watching. Maolian stood on the bridge railing and screamed violently.The old man with the tilted head said: "Go to the patrol boat, my boat takes the dead." The cat face wanted to scold the mother, but took a close look at the corpse. Glaring at him through the gaps in the wet long hair, he was frightened out of his wits, his legs cramped, and he couldn't help shouting: "Help!"
The bold and reckless defense team member Maolian had a high fever for three days in a row. After he recovered, he told us in detail: that woman, no, the corpse, she really didn’t wear anything, her head was the size of a basketball, and the skin on her body Like a shell, her mouth has been eaten by fish... Are there any fish in the canal?Faced with my doubts, Maolian said: "Did you see that old man who picked up the corpse? He has a crooked head just like you. You are very suitable for picking up corpses in the future."
It's not enough to hurt me.Gu Xiaoshan, who tilted his head, was already fifteen years old. He was also bold and reckless, not inferior to Maolian. He just had his own style, a silent, gloomy and indifferent arrogance.
I came to the canal alone, and there was no sign of the corpse boat. In the days without corpses, most of the days were dull, boring, dirty and slow. Where did it hide?I'm counting on it to come up again, that's where my secret lies.
For a while, every Sunday afternoon, I would accompany Fang Xiaobing to the west of the city bridge, take a bus, and send him to the deaf school in the northern suburbs.He will live and study there for a week, and return to Rose Street at noon next Saturday.The roads outside the city are difficult to walk, full of potholes, and become muddy when it rains. The buses around the city are all dilapidated, and the buses are full of mid-shift workers in the chemical factories in the northern suburbs. When Xiaobing was fifteen years old, he was half a head taller than me. The child who often ate meat developed early. When he went to the bathhouse to take a bath, he could see the black hair between his legs floating in the pool like seaweed, but I was still skinny. , with a chirping voice like a chicken, tilting his head and looking at most twelve or thirteen years old.I'm not good enough to protect him, I'm just bored and looking for a chance to go for a drive. We took that bus until the end, and got off near a huge power distribution station with many iron towers. The river channel exuded a strong smell of chemicals, like a pot of steaming hot and sour soup.Xiaobing's school is behind a dilapidated factory building, which is also dilapidated. From a distance, he thought it was a workshop.The low-frequency roar of the factory is all around. It's okay at first, but after listening to it for a long time, you have the idea of wanting to defecate.I wondered if Xiaobing lived in this place because his anus was swollen all day long, and then I remembered that he was deaf. My communication with Xiaobing relies on a small notebook, which he carries with him.Through this written communication, I have a general understanding of the school for the deaf. There are more than 200 students, 20 teachers, textbooks for the deaf, and a large number of courses on life skills for the deaf, such as embroidery. , Another example is painting on eggshells.After graduating, Xiaobing can go to the vocational school for the deaf and mute, where he still learns embroidery and painting on eggshells.Anyway, the tourism market here needs a lot of these things. I asked Xiaobing in the notebook: When will you graduate? Xiaobing replied: Next year. I asked: what do you want to do? Xiaobing replied: I will go to a vocational school for the deaf. I wrote: I heard that your father won't let you go to school. Xiaobing wrote: What about you? I write: I don't know either. Deep down, Xiaobing still wants to go to school. The school for the deaf is very friendly. He walked through the gap between factories (it can also be called a street) and walked to the school gate. A female teacher greeted him at the gate. They greeted each other with sign language. I couldn't understand what it meant, but the sign language combined with the smile on her face seemed amiable.This made me envious and hated my miserable primary school career.Once I tried to sneak in with Fang Xiaobing, a female teacher stopped me and said softly, "You are not from our school." I asked how you could tell."I know every student in this school," she said. I should go to another school for the disabled, but unfortunately it doesn't exist in the world.If possible, I would rather go to the deaf-mute primary school with Xiaobing. I think it’s good for a person not to speak, just gesturing with his hands, writing a few strokes when he is happy, and not listening to anything when he is unhappy. After being taught and softened by the teachers, Fang Xiaobing completely forgot his pickpocket skills at the age of fifteen, which made him a truly useless disabled person.Once I saw him off and picked up a wallet on the bus, but he didn't put it in his pocket, but honestly handed it to the conductor.The owner was in the car. She was a hard-working and depressing female worker who lived on her dead wages. She made a pennant and sent it to a school for the deaf and dumb.If she had seen Fang Xiaobing's previous appearance, she might have changed the pennant to something like "He's a big kid, deaf and quick-witted" or something.Anyway, this flag was collected by the school, and the school issued a small certificate to Fang Xiaobing, who proudly pasted the certificate on the wall facing the gate.That position was originally pasted with a portrait of the leader.Such a humiliation, but the shame of their family is too much. The two sons are deaf and deaf, and the butcher Fang himself is promiscuous outside. A certificate is obviously not enough.Everyone sympathized with Xiaobing's life experience, so they couldn't help but deliberately exaggerated a few words, Xiaobing lowered his head in shame, his two faces were as red as red apples. This year, Fang Dacong, Xiaobing's younger brother, repeated a grade again. His homework was really bad. The teacher thought that if there was a relegation, it would be more suitable for Dacong.This strengthened one of Fang Tuhu's beliefs: studying is useless, especially for people from Fang's family.It turned out that Fang Xiaobing was unlucky, and Lao Fang decided to end his studies and go out to learn a craft.My father even persuaded him in private: Lao Fang, let the child study for a few more years.Butcher Fang said arrogantly: "You should think about Xiaochu more, and you can leave my family alone." My future is indeed very problematic. For example, Xiaobing is not much better.If I graduate from junior high school and go to high school, it means I have to go to university, but I can't pass the physical examination.If I choose a technical school instead of a high school, I will still fail the physical examination, and the school will be full of hooligans. My father can't help but tremble secretly when he thinks about what happened to me in elementary school. At that time, people thought that I would inherit my father's career and become a photographer, and I would also stay in Suhua's photo studio.My father sighed, he knew very well that such a thin and tilted head of mine would not be able to hold up the facade, Suhua Photo Studio has been relying on him to be handsome and dance for the past few years. One day I wrote in Xiaobing's notebook: Let's be corpse hunters. Xiaobing looked at me in confusion, and wrote: What is a corpse hunter? I explained that it was the old man with his head tilted, holding a scratching hook, dragging the corpse to the boat, and then asked the family members of the deceased to collect money.If the deceased has no family members, the police will also give him a labor fee.I know it makes a lot of money, and they'll give you whatever you want while the body is on board. Xiao Bing wrote: I am not tilting my head, I don't want to pick up corpses. I wrote: I need a boater. Xiaobing wrote: How can I be a corpse hunter? I wrote: Find the corpse hunters and worship them as masters. The creeps are the only accomplices I can find.First, he has no way out, second, he is very strong (suitable for rowing), and third, he is dumb and cannot tell such things.In addition, although I played all kinds of boring gourd and soft-hearted follower roles in my childhood, in front of Fang Xiaobing, I can restore my true colors-I am the brain and he is the limbs.Only when I face Fang Xiaobing can I have the above-mentioned sense of superiority, and it's quite boring to think about it.
Fang Xiaobing and I wandered on the Chengxi Bridge. It is difficult to find this corpse boat in Daicheng where the rivers are criss-crossed. The Chengxi Bridge crosses the moat high and has an excellent view. We are here waiting for its appearance .After several disappointing afternoons, Xiao Bing and I realized that we wanted to see the boat again, unless there was a body under the bridge. The water is dirty, no one swims in the river, and it is late autumn, the rain is scarce, and the river is quiet and dry.We stood by the railing of the bridge and looked down. The drop in water level and the shrinkage of the river itself made the bridge feel taller.The clouds were in the distance, and the earth-moving cars kept passing by us. They were powerful, rumbled loudly, and moved forward like high-speed tanks. It seemed that they could only be crushed and not drowned. It doesn't show up, we just have to wait.In fact, Xiaobing didn't like picking up corpses, and the deaf man didn't understand what it meant to pick up corpses. He just thought rowing was fun.The problem is, if you love rowing, you don't have to go to the dead body, you can go to the Asian Games. For the first time while I was waiting I experienced nothingness, not fog, but something dispelling, disintegrating, like a straw on the way off a bridge.My plan was to stay in Fang Xiaobing's palm-sized notebook that was bound with a stapler. I still have an added bonus though. One day I met Luo Jia on the bridge. She was lying on the bridge railing, her body arched, and her long hair hung down from her shoulders to the river.I thought this was a person who wanted to commit suicide. I hadn't figured out whether to rush to hug her the moment she jumped off the bridge, or to stand by and watch for my corpse boat. She suddenly straightened up and said yes I said, "Gu Xiaoshan, what are you doing secretly?" That's when I recognized her.I haven't seen you for four years. This period of time is very long, and it takes up a quarter of my life, just like when you are forty years old and you meet someone you haven't seen for ten years.Standing in front of me, she still looked at me with the same eyes as before, as if I was a vase that had been broken and could not be restored after several efforts.I was stunned for a moment and said, "Luo Jia." "Don't recognize me." "yes." "I have changed." That is to say, the hairstyle has changed. It used to be a braid, but now it is all loose.Her figure was originally slender, but now she has grown taller and more slender. The black buckle leather shoes in the past were replaced by popular sneakers.I was about to ask her where she had been all these years, and she said, "Come and see if her head is even more crooked." She is the only one in the world who can say that.When I approached, she looked at it for a while and said, "It's even more crooked." She should be on another bridge, away from the west end of the city, closer to the prison, later in the evening.The railings of that bridge are concrete and wide enough to sit on comfortably, unlike the round iron railings of the West Ring Bridge, which are rusty, and you look like you're tired of life when you lie on them.You should wait on the other bridge for Papa Gambler to fetch water. Fang Xiaobing quickly wrote in the notebook: Who is she? Luo Jia asked me: "What happened to this man?" I said, "Deaf-mute." We talked for a while leaning against the bridge railing.There are rumors that she left Daicheng and went to other places, but she said that she has always been here, and now she is a junior high school student like me, No. 22 Middle School. "No. 22 High School." I said. This school is notoriously chaotic.Every middle school has special products, some produce college students, some fail students, some produce hooligans, the specialty of No. 22 High School is A Fei, the girls are not very serious, and there are even abortions, although they are rare, they are still golden characters Shop sign.But that was the high school, and their junior high school was called the abortion reserve team. With a flash of my eyes, she had already read my thoughts, and said coldly and arrogantly: "What's wrong with No. 22 Middle School? There are still two students who will be admitted to college this year. Tilt your head, don't think about it." "I'm not thinking about anything," I said. Fang Xiaobing slapped me, poked Xiao Ben in front of my eyes, and pointed at Luo Jia.Luo Jia grabbed the notebook, tilted his head to look at it, took Fang Xiaobing's mechanical pencil and wrote: My name is Luo Jia, and I am a primary school classmate who tilted his head.Fang Xiaobing was very happy and wrote: Fang Xiaobing.Then he pokes his own chest with his finger. I dragged the mute behind me, but the mute couldn't understand my displeasure at all, squeezed between me and Luo Jia again, raised the notebook to write, and was dragged back by me.Luo Jia asked with great interest: "What does he want to do?" I said that I really didn't expect a dumb person to be so long-winded.Luo Jia said, "What are you doing on the bridge?" Look for the corpse hunter, I said.Then I explained again, the corpse hunters and their boats, their hooks, and an old man with a tilted head like me!This secret that only exists between me and Fang Xiaobing was revealed by myself, but she is Luo Jia, she is different, she can share all my secrets. Luo Jia shook his head contemptuously and said, "You just like such weird and disgusting things." "I didn't!" I argued.But she didn't want to argue with me. Later, she patted the rust on her buttocks and said that she was going back to the city.I'd love to go with her, but I can't see why.I said, "Let's go to the bridge to see your father together sometime." Luo Jia said: "He will be released soon." I said, "That's great." "What's so good. It's still a gamble to release it." "Then how can I find you?" I said. She said, "Come to No. 22 Middle School." I thought to myself that my virtue would be very dangerous in my own school. If I went to the No. 22 Middle School, I might be called an abortion.Watching her kicking stones away sullenly, I was very sad.Fang Xiaobing excitedly held up the small book and showed it to me: beautiful.Then he poked Luo Jia's back with his finger. I really wish I could swap parts with Fang Xiaobing, I'm still me, but with Fang Xiaobing's body, so I can catch up with Luo Jia and talk to her more.But I also think that the result of such an exchange is that the other person is both deaf and dumb and has a thin and tilted head, so stop living (it is also very thorough).It's better to put away this delusion as soon as possible. That time Fang Xiaobing saw the bus going to the deaf-mute school, and he cried later, so I could only stay and comfort him.The sound of the deaf man's crying was very ear-piercing, which attracted passers-by to stop and watch, thinking that I was bullying him.I explained a few words, but no one listened to me, so I couldn't help but worry about it.Even Roja thought I was disgusting and weird.
The retribution came soon, and no one thought that Butcher Fang would regularly check Fang Xiaobing's small book, which recorded almost all of Fang Xiaobing's remarks, and also my handwriting, which is undeniable.The butcher Fang rushed to my house with his soldiers and yelled at my father, "What do you mean when Xiao Chu wants to bring soldiers to retrieve the corpses?" My sister was already in Shanghai at that time, and old Fang was confident, so my father took the book and read it for a long time. , was also taken aback, and asked me: "Do you really want to retrieve the corpse?" "Just kidding." I said ashamedly. "Filling up corpses is very low-level," my father said. "I know." I continued to pretend to be ashamed. Butcher Fang said: "The little soldier still has to learn how to draw. If he spoils our little soldier, he will go find the corpse himself!" My father was very unhappy, saying that he had the same knowledge as a child. The craftsmanship I got turned out to be an art job? Exactly.At that time, the butcher took his soldiers out on his bicycle every night to learn traditional Chinese painting from an amateur painter near Dinghui Temple.Fang Xiaobing is one of his many students.This is impressive. According to my father's understanding of butchers, he thought he would let his son learn to repair cars, repair umbrellas, sharpen scissors and other crafts. Xiao Bing is naturally eager to learn, as long as someone is willing to teach him, he can even learn to be a pickpocket.He lived up to the expectations of the butcher, worked hard, and drew all kinds of lines on a pile of newspapers all day long. From a distance, he looked like a map, and from a close look, he looked like ghostly symbols. Only after asking him did he find out that it was an old tree with withered vines.After three months of painting like this, Xiaobing has been able to draw several kinds of flowers, birds, fish and insects with a brush.Butcher Fang asked the painter when Xiaobing would be able to become a teacher and earn a living by selling paintings to tourists like him (by the way, selling some other fake antiques). The painter said at least ten years.The butcher Fang was in a hurry, saying that he would not starve to death in ten years?The amateur painter was very upset and said, a butcher is a butcher, vulgar and ignorant, don't come here in the future, dirty my threshold, since your dumb son came, several of my students have gone to the competitor's shop opposite I learned to draw. Under such adversity, Xiaobing drew his first easter egg in his life. There are willow trees and distant mountains on this egg. The blank part is a river. There is a small boat on the river. One person stands on the bow, and the other People are rowing.Butcher Fang held this egg and made a grand tour on Qiangwei Street.A few days later, a horse appeared on the wall at the intersection, which was exactly the same as Xu Beihong's painting. After asking, I realized that it was Xiaobing's masterpiece.Everyone was shocked, and the first artist on Qiangwei Street was born in this way. This stresses me out a bit.It is obviously impossible to retrieve the corpse, and I have to learn a craft.I once asked my father if he could teach me to take pictures, but he said, "Photography is physical work. How can you do it with your body? You should study hard first, like your sister." So, for a long time , I lost to Fang Xiaobing, watching him continue to draw all kinds of strange things, brave and diligent, and the contemporary crown, but I can only wander the streets doing nothing, which makes me feel quite disappointed.
I was admitted to a newly-run middle school in junior high school, the full name is Xihuan Middle School, or Xizhong for short.How new is it?There were only eighty students in two classes in the first grade, and the four-story teaching building was empty, so quiet after school that you could be haunted.This middle school recruits students from the new villages on the outskirts of the city. People like me who live in the old street should go to the No. 6 or No. 18 middle schools in the city, but those two schools are notoriously barbaric. I asked someone to get me into Xizhong, and it really worked. Except for a few words of ridicule, after all, there was no more snatching of sneakers and trousers or being beaten by the teacher. The teachers are also fresh and tender, a tall and handsome biology teacher (he will transform into a physiology and hygiene teacher in the third grade of junior high school, and teach us the much-anticipated reproductive system knowledge), a beautiful and graceful English teacher (her The boyfriend appears at the school gate every day, he is taller and handsomer than the biology teacher), the plump and fierce music teacher (do not let go of every boy whose voice changes, he must sing the C key she needs), and the most touching one is the physical education teacher , female, unexpectedly, she is wearing a rose red sweatshirt. In the warm season, the zipper on the chest is unavoidably lowered. Sometimes, we can even see more content. For junior high school students Words are really inappropriate. The head teacher, surnamed Bi, teaches Chinese. He is a fat old man with deep myopia, gentle and confused.He loves Chinese classical literature, but he often reads white characters, pronounces cheekbones as pot bones, and pronounces shoes as "children" with a heavy accent, which makes you wonder whether his pot bones also come from A certain mysterious village.Generally speaking, he is a kind-hearted person. The first time he saw me, he showed interested eyes, looked at me through the glasses at the bottom of the bottle, and asked, "Are you tilting your head?" I said, "Teacher Bi, this disease is called torticollis. I didn't want to get it. It was born with me." Teacher Bi said: "Don't be inferior, don't be inferior." I thought to myself that you are really lenient, and you are not allowed to be inferior?He groaned and said: "I have a big tree, which people call it a citrus tree. Zhuangzi said, if there is no such thing as an axe or an axe, if it is harmless, it will have nothing to use, and it will be difficult for you to live in peace. Student Gu Xiaoshan, you are that citrus tree." I asked him, "What is a citrus?" Teacher Bi said: "It's just a useless tree." I felt very puzzled when I heard that.Teacher Bi said: "Don't be proud, don't be proud, you still have to work hard to be a useful person in the new era." In order to explain the problem of 樗, I went to the library and borrowed it, with annotations, and found that 樗 is basically a word that hurts people. The book is full of neurotic disabled people, trying to find their own existence. reason.I secretly scolded Teacher Bi for not being a good bird.The next time he praised me again, I said: "Mr. Bi, we are all scorpions. You are fat and bloated, and I am curly and small." The old man was very happy when he heard that, and praised me as a talented person. alert.Teachers like alert children, so I finally found my backer in middle school.
There is only one person that gives me a headache, and she is the wild rabbit.The girl who had been repeated twice in Changzheng Primary School finally escaped with me and settled in Xizhong.This time she was still in the same class, and as the tallest girl in the whole grade, she naturally sat at the back.In middle school, she almost missed a grade again, but luck seemed to take care of her. I couldn't get rid of her until the third year of junior high school. There is a grudge between us. Back then, she spread rumors to make Luo Jia transfer to another school and beat me. If I didn't avenge her, I would tilt my head to the other side. In terms of appearance, wild rabbits are not ugly.She is chubby and has a pair of super big eyes, which can slightly offset her vulgarity and bastard. Unexpectedly, she developed in the first grade of junior high school. In addition to the normal body shape changes of girls, a mole on her chin gradually disappeared. Slender black hair grew.She was troubled by this, so she found a biology teacher, took this handsome and tall handsome boy as her personal doctor, and kept asking questions about mole removal and hair removal.The biology teacher was also worried and couldn't answer for a while, so she took the opportunity to fall in love with him secretly. At that time, Taiwanese romance novels were already everywhere. The more famous ones included not only books, but also movies starring Brigitte Lin, which were repeatedly shown in video theaters, and were deeply loved by women.This novel mainly tells the story of a teacher-student relationship. Although the ending is tragic, it does not hinder the girls' longing.So all this longing fell on the biology teacher's head.At that time, most of the boys hadn't entered the voice-changing period. By the second year of junior high school, the girls couldn't wait to share the spoils. Girls with excellent grades would definitely win first and take away a boy with good grades, while those lonely, helpless Relying, incomplete and redundant idiots, like me and the wild rabbit, can only stare at each other in disgust and pretend that they haven't read any romance novels. The biology teacher is a foreigner, and he speaks Mandarin with a Beijing accent, which is very popular.He didn't have a girlfriend, and he looked very poor. He came to class in a sweater with unraveled threads in winter.However, the love of junior high school girls is absolutely transcendent from the fireworks in the world. The sincere pure love and the near-steady living state of the biological teacher himself make the love in this school fall into a religious atmosphere.He can be believed in, but he cannot have any real involvement, otherwise it is blasphemy.Finally one day, the wild rabbit broke the silence. She knitted a sweater for the biology teacher and sent it to the office. This led to double ridicule, the girls ridiculed her, and Teacher Bi was a little jealous, thinking that she was also in rags, but Wild Rabbit actually gave the sweater to a sub-teacher.The biology teacher wanted to donate the sweater to him, but he was too fat to wear it.Although Teacher Bi praised Lao Zhuang, in his heart, Kong Lao Er was greedy for bacon, but if he really asked wild rabbits to knit sweaters for him, he would definitely be scared to death again. Since we are the only students from Changzheng Primary School in the whole class, our student numbers are next to each other.It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just that we have to be duty students together, and when it's our turn, the two of us stay after school to clean up the classroom. What a disappointment, in the empty teaching building, I was alone with her, I missed Luo Jia even more, and hated this wild rabbit even more. One day she asked me, "Gu Xiaoshan, what do you think of the biology teacher?" I said, "Didn't you already knit him a sweater? What else do you want me to say?" The wild rabbit said, "I didn't weave it, but my mother did it." I said, "Your father didn't know about this, he would have beaten the biology teacher to death. Your family is famous for beating teachers." "You are not allowed to spread rumors. My father and my brother never hit the teacher after I was in middle school." She said, "If you dare to talk nonsense, I will slap you. My father and my brother don't need to take action." "Understood, don't say it." I thought to myself, even if I don't say it, don't the teachers know?He could only promise her with his mouth.She was happy, and swiped the broom to make dust in the classroom, which ruined a beautiful evening for her.
I know bad luck to the wild rabbit, and to all those who make gossip, and he doesn't necessarily die in this pit, but somewhere else.The fable of Xi tells me that even if you have a sweater, don’t take it out casually. Others may not necessarily covet your sweater, but they will find fault with you. One day, Wild Rabbit passed the whole morning safely. Fortunately, no one bothered her. At noon, she was suddenly stopped by the English teacher.The beautiful, graceful and foreign-looking English teacher saw through the wild rabbit's secret ten meters away—she walked through the corridor with her fists half clenched, as if she was punching a tiger.The English teacher shouted: "Stop! Did you put on nail polish?" The wild rabbit trembled, and the English teacher pinched his arm. The ten petals of the nails were shining. room." All afternoon, she wiped her nails with banana water in the teaching room, which smelled very bad.After wiping, the chemistry teacher came to check and thought she could go to class, but the eyebrows she had plucked couldn't fit anyway. The physics teacher suggested that she should pluck them all, so that she could learn the lesson.Of course, the biology teacher did the hair-plucking, but he was grateful for the kindness of the wild rabbit for sending the sweater, and he was afraid of her father, so he slipped away on the pretext of feeling sick to his stomach.The political teacher was smarter, and said to the wild rabbit: "From today onwards, you must wear black-rimmed glasses in class. You can choose between flat glasses or no lenses. It must be a very thick black frame to block your eyebrows until they grow out!" After school we were on duty again. She frowned and brought her nails in front of my eyes and asked, "Does it smell?" "good smell." "Banana water, you idiot." I leaned over to look at her eyebrows, trimmed like two tentacles, very delicate. "Is it nice?" she asked. It would look good on a cricket's face.Against my will, I said, "Not bad." She knows I'm flattering her, but even unintentional flattery is rare in her world.She said happily: "Actually, the English teacher also trims eyebrows. Don't think I can't see it. My fault is that the repair is too conspicuous, and I was caught by someone." I really want to tell her, you lose it I'm giving away sweaters, but I didn't say anything, she would understand that the English teacher had a crush on the biology teacher, so she retaliated against her.Her mind is too simple, and it is full of philosophies that love between men and women but not love. We started talking normally after that, and it didn't take long for us to form a friendship.This is caused by the environment: in those days she was like a caterpillar in the garden, a pool of snot in heaven, and no one wanted to talk to her; , I have a crush on the English class representative, still the old style, that kind of clean, beautiful, doll-like girl, like Luo Jia back then, but she has more taste than Luo Jia, and she never looked at me directly.I had been secretly in love for a while, bored and sad, the wild rabbit came to me, and she said: "Go to your photo studio and take a picture of me." For her costly eyebrows. It's not a pass photo, it's the most popular at that time, hazy art photo. My father thought that a girl wearing black-rimmed glasses probably had good grades. In those days, academic performance was used to measure a person's quality, and her money would be confiscated after the filming was over.I took the photo to Wild Rabbit a few days later and she was pissed because the soft light effect had completely drowned out her eyebrows and she was a woman without eyebrows.I quickly explained that this is a permanent technical problem, not that my father is poor at workmanship, the only way is to wait for her eyebrows to grow a little thicker, and then take a hazy photo, which is also free.Now she was satisfied, and generously treated me to a bowl of wontons, and we couldn't let it go. I am a little lonely, my teenage years were relatively calm compared to my childhood, nothing happened, as if I fell into a deep river that was similar to a swamp, no matter how hard I struggled, there would be no splash.Those huge, dense scum floats on the surface of the river, and as time goes on, as I grow up, they will become more and more difficult to remove.When I die in this river when I am an adult, the body will float quietly, it will not even attract people's attention.I realized this sad future, I need someone to talk to, to relieve my boredom, to be in a daze, to be inseparable, even if she is a wild rabbit. There is no need to think about these things, as a tree it naturally occupies a place, but I am more troublesome than a tree, I have to go somewhere, preferably not alone.
Frankly speaking, I had a great time playing with wild rabbits.She took me to ice skating, and I took her to watch videos. Once we went to a neighboring city in a car and played all day. On the way home, we passed the Chengbei Chemical Plant. I pointed out to her where the sulfuric acid plant was. Where is the saccharin factory, and between the dilapidated factory buildings is the school for the deaf, but you can't see it. She thinks that I am very good at playing and understanding, which exceeds the expectation of tilting my head. 我们在玩的时候也谈论一点感情问题，比如生物老师，野兔子竟然像言情小说一样充满了柔情蜜意，把我恶心得不行。幸好她及时地恢复了下流的本色，神秘兮兮地告诉我：“到了初三他就会教我们生理卫生了，你知道生理卫生的嘛。” 我说：“生理卫生怎么了？” 野兔子说：“第十章嘛。” 第十章是个暗号，指的就是生殖系统。我说：“这些我早就知道了。”小妍的生理卫生课本我在小学六年级的时候就预习过。野兔子撇嘴说：“你怎么可能知道男女之间的事情？”我说：“没见过人，还没见过狗吗？我们街道上的狗经常……”野兔说：“你真是一个恶心的男人。”说着大力拍我的肩膀。 她有个习惯，爱用手掌扇人，高兴了扇，不高兴了也扇，这是她表达情感的方式，偏生还是个断掌，扇人很疼。有一次在溜冰场我撞了一个小阿飞，被阿飞推倒在地，野兔子奋勇地冲上去，一巴掌扇得阿飞原地打转。这就是留级生的好处，换了英语课代表，或是罗佳，都不会这么干脆利落地替我解决问题。陌生人问起来，我就说这是我姐姐，心里也很内疚，感觉是把小妍给出卖了。我的姐姐她聪明漂亮剽悍无畏，是真正的战神加智慧女神雅典娜，不是野兔子可以比得了的。 一直到那年秋天，我在城西大桥上遇到罗佳，罗佳还在戴城，她就在离我不远的地方，而我竟然和她的仇人野兔子玩在了一起。内疚感像暴雨一样撒向我。 终于野兔子又倒霉了。可怜的孩子，她在地摊上买了一副平光眼镜，质量很差，两个月之后眉毛倒是长出来了，她自己成了个近视眼。这个随时都可能留级的女生，近视眼对她来说没有任何意义，只会让她将来找工作更麻烦些。她不甘如此，摘了眼镜，眯着两个大眼到处探索，等她看清了眼前的事物之后又会忽然瞪圆眼睛，令人毛骨悚然。 “你不会嫌弃我吧？”她说，“对了，你有什么资格嫌弃我？” 我歪着头努力避开她凑过来的眯缝眼，说，“去配副合适的眼镜吧，不要是黑框的。去眼镜店配，别再买地摊货了。我已经是个歪头，不希望你变成斜眼。” 她一时感动抡过来一个直径一米的巴掌，我早有防备，低头闪过。 “我以后找不到工作了。”她又伤心起来。 “你想做什么工作呢？” “我想考烹饪职校，他们对视力要求很高的。”她说，“除了烹饪职校，当兵啦，做演员啦，都有视力要求。” “我觉得你还是比较适合烹饪职校。” 这次她没有抡巴掌，她戴上了自己的黑框眼镜，很忧郁地找了一棵树靠在上面。她这种沉静的样子，看起来像是一个二十多岁的大姑娘，实际上她才十七岁。 然后我猛然意识到，她已经十七了，而我才十五，这中间的距离有多远我不知道，但要追上她真得花好几年的工夫才行。
野兔子一直觉得我是个有钱人，因为我爸爸开店做个体户，肯定很来钱。时至一九八八年，下海潮已经过去一波了，各处的门面和柜台租金提高了不止一个档次，后面的人再想下海，就必须把裤子脱得更干净些。野兔子说她也想去做个体户，卖那种很便宜的羊毛衫，苦于没有本钱。我告诉她：“我爸爸的照相馆生意也不怎么样，地段不好。他挣钱的方式你学不会的。” “他怎么挣钱的？” “他长得好看，很多女的都来找他拍照。” “你爸爸是长得好看，比生物老师还好看。”野兔子说，“为什么你会长成这样？会不会觉得很自卑？” “我没什么可自卑的，我早就习惯了。”我说，“我姐姐长得才好看，你要是看见她才会自卑。” “我才不会自卑，我只会妒嫉。”她说了句大实话，又说：“我还以为你会去做摄影师呢，我觉得男人做摄影师也不错的。” “我要去做捞尸人，捞尸体的，我要去捞尸体，我要举着钩子开着船到河里去捞尸体，每次都能挣好几百块。”我故意说。 “你也就是说说罢了，你胆子比兔子还小。” “我要找一个搭档，有了搭档胆子就不小了，我觉得你很合适。你划船，我捞尸，赚到的钱三七分账，我七你三。” 野兔子愤怒地说：“等你做上了捞尸人再来找我吧！”她扭头就走，走出去几步又回过头来对我说：“你真是个恶心的男人。” 有那么一段时间，她不理我了，我清净了几天很快就觉得难受，没想到竟会对她上瘾。彼时我和她的事情已经在学校里传开，歪头和女流氓搞早恋，我以为会引来无尽的嘲笑，然而没有，究其原因，还是野兔子太可怕了，没人敢公开讲她坏话。有一天开家长会，毕老师倒是把双方的父亲喊到了一起，让他们注意管教一下。野兔子那个可怕的爹，瞪了我爸爸一眼，民间艺术家顾大宏先生立刻吓退了半步，回家就对我说：“离那个女生远点，我可不想被她爸爸揍一顿。” “拉倒吧，我也不想被关文梨的前夫揍一顿。”我恶声恶气地说，心里无限烦闷。
野兔子终于又来找我了。 那时她已停止了发育，同班的适龄男女一个劲地窜个子，野兔子不再是最高的，但她仍坐在最后一排，仿佛那是她天生所在的位置，背靠着黑板报，不知道是否因为出于自卑，她微微佝偻着身体，总不能是出于嫉妒吧？她戴上了最不想要的近视眼镜，黑板上的字隔着一众人头仍看得清清楚楚，然而她上课几乎已经不看黑板了。初三的课程她几乎全都听不懂，老师也懒得理她，反正她成绩再差也会毕业，毕业了肯定不会去念高中，不必再担心留级这种事。 每当想起她的样子，我总觉得，她是来自另一个世界，如果把青春期比作是花朵一样的年龄，她根本不属于学校这个花瓶，她是被强行采下来插在这里。人们憎厌她，觉得她根本就是来捣乱的，于是她自己也会觉得惶惑：我是不是真的来捣乱的呢？面对着这种质疑，她只能无所谓地翻个白眼，这是她唯一可以的表情，然而接受这个白眼的其实是她自己。 她来找我，说：“一起玩吧。”不免显得低三下四了。 “去哪里玩？” "Go to my house." 某个星期三的下午，意外地不用上课，我跟着她跨过城西大桥，向那一片的新村里走去。她住在那里。 “我可不想遇到你爸爸。”我说。“还有你哥哥，还有你妈妈。” “他们都在上班。”野兔子一边走着，一边顺手摘下路边的野花，一种长得半人多高的、叫不出名字的白色小花。她玩弄几下，然后扔掉。 她家和穆巽家一样，位于公房顶楼最里面的那户。楼道里很安静，这不由让我恻恻，想起不久前穆巽的遭遇，不要落在我自己头上。进屋子一看，出乎意料的干净整洁，锅碗瓢盆放置有序，被子叠得整整齐齐，全然不像是老土匪和女流氓的家。两室户的房子，厨房里还有一张床，是她哥哥睡的。 “你们家很干净。”我说。 她告诉我，她妈妈是个能干又聪明的女人，操持家务一把手（还会织毛衣），相比之下，我家里因为目前没有常驻的女人，我爸爸再爱打扮也只是做些表面文章，和她家没法比。我在墙上看到她家的合影，爸爸妈妈哥哥以及野兔子本人，土匪似的一家人，全靠她妈妈在幕后撑着，有了她，这伙人才可以所向披靡。如果没有一个给他们打扫卫生的女人，我怀疑他们会像过于炽热的恒星，一下子就自我爆炸，成为一个宇宙黑洞。 那个下午，野兔子和我在窗前说了很多话，我们再也没有谈什么远大理想，只是数落数落身边的人，顺带回忆一下小学往事。她忽然说：“你从小没有妈妈，一定很缺乏母爱。” 这倒从来没人说起过，甚至连我姐姐都不这么说。我无力地争辩：“我家里很和睦的，我有姐姐。” “姐姐也不能当妈妈使嘛。” “我们还是不要说这个了。” “那说说你喜欢什么样的女生吧。” “以前就告诉过你，王茜（我们的英语科代表）那样的。” “你小学的时候最喜欢罗佳，人人都知道。”野兔子说，“王茜和罗佳属于同一种类型，不过性格不太一样的。” 想不到她还关心人家的性格，我以为她只关心长相。这个话题渐渐让我烦躁起来。王茜不是罗佳，罗佳和我的距离非常遥远，王茜则是火星人，野兔子呢，大概是山顶洞人。我不怀好意地胡思乱想。 野兔子问：“你还想罗佳吗？” 我说我曾经遇见过她，就在城西大桥上，她现在在二十二中念书。野兔子说：“原来你又遇见了她，我还以为她去了别的城市。” “要不是因为你，罗佳根本就不会离开……离开我。” 她哈哈大笑起来，太可笑了，罗佳，她不会，离开你，这个歪头。我坐在椅子上，她坐在床沿，我低头看自己的指甲有没有剪干净，十个指甲都看了过来，她还在大笑。好好的一个下午，事情就在此时急转直下。我向她扑过去。她顺势往后一仰，一个翻身把我按在了床上。 论打架我完全不是她的对手，论调情更不是，我才十五岁，她比较凶狠，十七了。我们打了几下，翻滚几下。她咯咯地笑着，时而又被我撩拨得恼怒起来，等我想收手时，她又咯咯地笑了。我一欠身看到墙上的全家福，她的土匪爸爸正怒视着我，一想到这家伙有可能会推门进来，我就感到害怕。 她忽然不动了，骑在我肚子上，若有所思地凝视着我。我说你在想什么呢，她说：“别说话。”我呆呆地看着她，假装不明白她的心思，其实我在等待着她下一个动作。她埋下头，照着我的嘴巴亲了过来。 我本来是可以献上初吻的，像班上那些早恋的同学一样，他们表面上很纯洁其实背地里都已经亲过嘴巴了。那真的很容易，只要有人给你亲，你亲了她，事情就办成了。初中的早恋很像是过家家和真实恋爱之间的过渡品，你甚至在亲过之后还可以赖说自己没有初吻，等到十八岁以后再把初吻献给另外一个谁，只要你没在当时做出更过分的事情。 可悲的是我还在过家家，野兔子却是认真的，而且没什么经验。她缓慢地凑向我，最后一厘米她用了太多的时间，我觉得下巴很痒，伸手一撸，摸到了她那颗长了毛的黑痣。 “你的痣，有毛。”我结结巴巴地说，忽然明白了事情的可笑，我说：“你痣上的毛比你的嘴巴更长。” 上天作证，我并不是有意要伤害她，更不知道这种伤害让她心碎，我以为这只是普通的玩笑。她把我拎起来，照着水泥地坪扔了下去，她大哭着向我丢过来被子、枕头、拖鞋，在一个茶杯即将飞来的时候我拔腿就跑。 “滚！找你的罗佳去吧！”她对着我的背影大吼。 “我会找到罗佳的。”我很硬气，然后像一条挨了踹的狗一样落荒而逃。 我和她彻底掰了，第二天收到她的一张纸条，说我不珍惜她的感情，以后不要再和她说话了。我承认我是有点狼心狗肺的，在这个世界上我可以珍惜的东西不多，可以浪费的东西就更少了，数来数去，只有野兔子一个。谁让她非要在我面前提起罗佳呢？后来我又想，这也许是我在为罗佳报仇。
不久以后，有四个外校的女孩闯进西中，她们是来寻仇的。在西中建校两年的历史上，这是第一次有人来踢馆（在别的中学则可谓司空见惯），她们看上去都是十七八岁了，而且不太像是有人管着的样子，如果她们敢于奉献一点的话，说不定身后还有一些很有实力的男人。总之，这四个女孩在学校里左突右冲，马踏连营，她们的仇家是野兔子。 没有人给野兔子报信，甚至那四个女孩问起野兔子，还有人给她们指路。在走廊里她们撞了个正着，野兔子已经变成了近视眼，根本没看清人家的路数，被擒住了，脸上挨了几十个耳光。 大快人心啊，她就像里的赵姨娘，挨了打以后，就真的一文不值了。各个班级的人蜂拥而出，既害怕又兴奋地围住了这五个人，野兔子挣脱了八只手，企图逃跑，但已无路可走，那包围圈的直径只剩下一米，连打人都不太方便了。我也去看热闹，一不小心，被众人挤到了最前面。野兔子被薅住头发，像揭开锅盖一样朝我抬起头来，某一瞬间她那巨大的眼睛瞪视着我，我十分惊恐，还没来得及撤，她一口血沫向着我的脸上喷来。 然后，她就像曾经的罗佳一样，再也没有出现。所不同的是，野兔子不可能转学，她回家了。 有一度我会梦见她，她满脸血污，低垂着头颅像一个沮丧的女鬼，忽然抬头露出她的眼睛，张牙舞爪，定格，变成银行门口的石狮子。我被这个梦吓醒了好几次，祈祷它不要再出现，那种本身的恐怖，以及随之而来的可笑的恐怖。后来我终于达到了梦遗的崇高境界，这说明我发育了，就个人历史而言，不啻为辛亥革命、解放中国、文攻武卫、包产到户、改革开放。 抛开野兔子不说（她让我头皮发麻），我一直等待着这一天，这意味着我稍稍可以步入成年人的世界，在这里人们比较讲点规矩，不会随时随地扒下你的裤子，在这里更多的残疾人汇集在一起，他们必须出来谋生，必须设法让自己看起来没事，设法比正常人更强悍，比如捞尸的歪头、体格强壮的方小兵、白柳巷里擅长骂各种脏话的瘸子老炳。我这么想着，觉得又可以混过去一段日子了，烦恼的事情却接踵而来，街上新一拨的小孩，他们跟在我屁股后面，欢呼着歪头哥。这使我恼羞成怒，作为一个十五岁的少年，成天被七八岁的小孩追骂，我不可能继续装出一副孱弱的样子，必须予以反击，但那等于说又坠入了儿童世界。 于是人们看到我凶狠地转过身体，对那些小孩说：“滚！再胡闹就揍死你们！”小孩大笑着撒腿跑掉，事实上我并不想让自己显得这么凌厉，我是个很温和也很机敏的人。 没有人发现我变得孤独而自闭了，他们认为我本来就是孤独而自闭的，他妈的！ 我决定去找罗佳。
二十二中在百花巷，那是戴城的另一条花街，与蔷薇街遥相呼应。出于某种奇怪的自尊心，百花巷的居民都有点藐视我们，因为我们是贫民区，他们是清朝的老街，虽然同样地容易着火，他们烧掉的都是雕花梁柱，我们烧掉的无非废砖烂瓦，若一起着火那消防队肯定先浇他们。 那时已经是深秋，我请了半天病假，谎称去做颈部推拿，把唯一的高领毛衣套上，背起书包，跳进满城乱转的中巴车，这一新型交通工具介于公共汽车和出租车之间，可以载我去城里的任何地方。到了百花巷口，车子开不进去了，我下车，走进去一段路，听见眼保健操的音乐，知道自己没找错地方。我溜了进去，这所老牌中学的景色迷人，高大的银杏树像下雪一样撒落枯黄的树叶，凉风阵阵，国庆节残留的彩带丝条在头顶舞动。我遛了一圈，找到一个上体育课的女生，问她：“初三的罗佳你认识吗？”女生说：“哪个班的？”我说我不知道。她很好心地带我去问了另外几个女生，立刻有人告诉我：“哦，就是前阵子被人打的那个，处分通知都贴校门口了嘛。”我说：“谁被谁打了？”女生说：“罗佳啊，有两个女的在我们学校门口找碴，揍了她一顿。” 女生揍人成风了，野兔子惨遭不测，罗佳也是。我十分痛心，暗暗还有几分好奇，挨揍以后的罗佳不知道什么模样。女生说：“罗佳还来上学的，眼睛打青了，你去那边二楼初三一班找她吧。喂，你干吗老歪着头跟我说话？我很滑稽吗？娘逼，你好像是个歪头哎。”我暗骂她没见识，转身拔腿就跑。 在二楼的楼道里等了一会儿，下课了，学生们涌出教室。我看到了罗佳，她独自一人下楼，走得很慢。我跟在她身后走了一段路，她没发现我，穿过一条小路，快要到达操场，我才意识到她是要去那边的女厕所，赶紧喊了一声：“罗佳。”她猛回头，情况没那么严重，眼睛上的乌青已经褪得差不多了。她茫然地看着我，我朝她艰难地一笑，想以此来唤醒她的记忆，不料她从地上抄了一块砖头，对我说：“你要敢过来我就砸死你。”我大声说：“我是来看你的！”她说：“你是来打我的。” 看样子是被人打出神经病了，我不得不向后退去，她看了我半天，把砖头扔在地上，说：“等我上完了厕所回来跟你说话。” 等了好一会儿，她从女厕所出来，表情也稍微缓和了些。这时上课铃声响了，她说还有最后一节课，让我再等她四十分钟。 “但是别站在女厕所门口等，到校门口去。”她说，“这几年你一点长进都没有。” 我答应了，走到校门口，站在公告栏前看了看，二十二中是著名的风流学校，他们出过打胎女生，最要命的是那个女生不但打胎而且死在了手术台上，成为了戴城日报上的社论。我看到公告栏里贴着：高三某女生因作风问题而勒令退学，初三某女生因偷东西而被留校察看，高二某女生在深夜的人民公园被联防队擒获，虽然她干了什么都没人知道但给予记大过。Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved.然后看到初三一班的女生罗佳，因在校门口挨揍而被警告处分。我无论如何没想通，挨揍的人为什么也要受到行政处罚，看来这几年她也没长进，老师并不喜欢她。顺便说一句，当时的社会风气还很传统，一个初中女生若是受了处分，那简直就是宣告了她破鞋、烂货、老菜皮的未来。 再一次下课铃声响起，学生蜂拥而出，我在小摊上买了两支棉花糖，像握着两朵白云等待与她分享。直到人群稀疏了，罗佳推着一辆淡绿色的自行车走出来，我送上一朵云，她淡然地说：“你自己吃吧。”于是我像个傻瓜一样手里拿着两坨棉花糖（现在它们不再是白云了），跟在她屁股后面，吃了几口，觉得自己太不像是个出来约会的男人。她左脚搁在脚踏板上，作势要上车，问我：“你没骑车？”我很不好意思地说：“我还不会骑车。”她故作惊讶地说：“还不会骑车？”我说：“我很快就能学会了。”她带着鼻音哼哼地笑了起来，说：“那我们得走上好一阵子了，总不能让我驮你吧？你的棉花糖呢？”我说：“扔了。”她摇摇头说：“你真是个奇怪的人。” 哦，我心目中唯一的罗佳，你还是以前那样，尽管眼睛被揍青了，尽管你挨了处分看上去像是烂货预备队，但歪头男孩对你的爱恋不变，直到永远。我默祷这些词，它们像纷纷而来的子弹打得我的心脏千疮百孔。 一直走到没人的地方。 她停住脚步，踩下自行车的撑脚，对我说：“好吧，你是来看我的。现在给你仔细看，把我打成这样，你来晚了，前几天更厉害。” 我说：“我又不知道你被人打。谁打的？” 罗佳说：“你怎么可能不知道？是野兔子打的。她在学校门口拦我，打我的眼睛，还掴我的脸。我倒了霉了，被人打，还挨了个处分。” 野兔子！我眼前一黑，还没理清楚事情的大概，罗佳告诉我：“野兔子说了，她喜欢你，你喜欢我，所以她来打我。” 我差不多明白了，我什么都说不出来，想了想，总算可以有一件事安慰她：“野兔子也被人打了，就在我们学校里，四个女的打她，可惨了，满嘴是血。上个礼拜她退学啦。”罗佳残忍地一笑，说：“你猜那四个女的是谁叫来的？” 我说：“哦，是你。” 好笑吗，悲凉吗？野兔子和罗佳，这两个女的为了我，居然互相攻伐，一个退学，一个处分。我毫发无损，犹在梦里。罗佳说：“我刚看见你的时候还以为你是来给野兔子报仇的，这种事情，男人不要掺和进来。”我说：“我不会给她报仇的，我站在你这边。”罗佳轻蔑地说：“随便你。” 后来她跳上了自行车，一溜儿远去。我追了几步，喊她，她头也没回地说：“我要回家了，你别再跟着我了。”我大声说：“以后我常来找你。”她说：“等我养好了伤再来。”深秋的凉风鼓动起她的头发，自行车被夕阳照得熠熠闪光，晃了我的眼睛。 我回到蔷薇街，下定决心，排除万难，要学会骑自行车。这无疑又是件出洋相的事，我推着小妍的自行车，黄昏时分羞答答地上街，后面跟过来一群无聊的小孩，大喊：“快来看歪头哥要学自行车了！”我上车，我捏闸，我摔倒，都会招致一片喝彩，后来索性连大人都蹲在马路边观看这场免费的马戏表演。这种气氛之下什么都别想学会，我只能改到早晨起来练车，天还没亮，借着路灯的照明，先迎来一拨上早班的人，再迎来一拨下夜班的人，等到买菜和倒马桶的人出现时我就差不多该收摊了。 早起的世界是不同寻常的，因为安静，因为人迹罕见，有些秘密反而清晰地呈现于眼前。那时关文梨也搬到了城西住着，我爸爸每天早
For a while, every Sunday afternoon, I would accompany Fang Xiaobing to the west of the city bridge, take a bus, and send him to the deaf school in the northern suburbs.He will live and study there for a week, and return to Rose Street at noon next Saturday.The roads outside the city are difficult to walk, full of potholes, and become muddy when it rains. The buses around the city are all dilapidated, and the buses are full of mid-shift workers in the chemical factories in the northern suburbs. When Xiaobing was fifteen years old, he was half a head taller than me. The child who often ate meat developed early. When he went to the bathhouse to take a bath, he could see the black hair between his legs floating in the pool like seaweed, but I was still skinny. , with a chirping voice like a chicken, tilting his head and looking at most twelve or thirteen years old.I'm not good enough to protect him, I'm just bored and looking for a chance to go for a drive. We took that bus until the end, and got off near a huge power distribution station with many iron towers. The river channel exuded a strong smell of chemicals, like a pot of steaming hot and sour soup.Xiaobing's school is behind a dilapidated factory building, which is also dilapidated. From a distance, he thought it was a workshop.The low-frequency roar of the factory is all around. It's okay at first, but after listening to it for a long time, you have the idea of wanting to defecate.I wondered if Xiaobing lived in this place because his anus was swollen all day long, and then I remembered that he was deaf. My communication with Xiaobing relies on a small notebook, which he carries with him.Through this written communication, I have a general understanding of the school for the deaf. There are more than 200 students, 20 teachers, textbooks for the deaf, and a large number of courses on life skills for the deaf, such as embroidery. , Another example is painting on eggshells.After graduating, Xiaobing can go to the vocational school for the deaf and mute, where he still learns embroidery and painting on eggshells.Anyway, the tourism market here needs a lot of these things. I asked Xiaobing in the notebook: When will you graduate? Xiaobing replied: Next year. I asked: what do you want to do? Xiaobing replied: I will go to a vocational school for the deaf. I wrote: I heard that your father won't let you go to school. Xiaobing wrote: What about you? I write: I don't know either. Deep down, Xiaobing still wants to go to school. The school for the deaf is very friendly. He walked through the gap between factories (it can also be called a street) and walked to the school gate. A female teacher greeted him at the gate. They greeted each other with sign language. I couldn't understand what it meant, but the sign language combined with the smile on her face seemed amiable.This made me envious and hated my miserable primary school career.Once I tried to sneak in with Fang Xiaobing, a female teacher stopped me and said softly, "You are not from our school." I asked how you could tell."I know every student in this school," she said. I should go to another school for the disabled, but unfortunately it doesn't exist in the world.If possible, I would rather go to the deaf-mute primary school with Xiaobing. I think it’s good for a person not to speak, just gesturing with his hands, writing a few strokes when he is happy, and not listening to anything when he is unhappy. After being taught and softened by the teachers, Fang Xiaobing completely forgot his pickpocket skills at the age of fifteen, which made him a truly useless disabled person.Once I saw him off and picked up a wallet on the bus, but he didn't put it in his pocket, but honestly handed it to the conductor.The owner was in the car. She was a hard-working and depressing female worker who lived on her dead wages. She made a pennant and sent it to a school for the deaf and dumb.If she had seen Fang Xiaobing's previous appearance, she might have changed the pennant to something like "He's a big kid, deaf and quick-witted" or something.Anyway, this flag was collected by the school, and the school issued a small certificate to Fang Xiaobing, who proudly pasted the certificate on the wall facing the gate.That position was originally pasted with a portrait of the leader.Such a humiliation, but the shame of their family is too much. The two sons are deaf and deaf, and the butcher Fang himself is promiscuous outside. A certificate is obviously not enough.Everyone sympathized with Xiaobing's life experience, so they couldn't help but deliberately exaggerated a few words, Xiaobing lowered his head in shame, his two faces were as red as red apples. This year, Fang Dacong, Xiaobing's younger brother, repeated a grade again. His homework was really bad. The teacher thought that if there was a relegation, it would be more suitable for Dacong.This strengthened one of Fang Tuhu's beliefs: studying is useless, especially for people from Fang's family.It turned out that Fang Xiaobing was unlucky, and Lao Fang decided to end his studies and go out to learn a craft.My father even persuaded him in private: Lao Fang, let the child study for a few more years.Butcher Fang said arrogantly: "You should think about Xiaochu more, and you can leave my family alone." My future is indeed very problematic. For example, Xiaobing is not much better.If I graduate from junior high school and go to high school, it means I have to go to university, but I can't pass the physical examination.If I choose a technical school instead of a high school, I will still fail the physical examination, and the school will be full of hooligans. My father can't help but tremble secretly when he thinks about what happened to me in elementary school. At that time, people thought that I would inherit my father's career and become a photographer, and I would also stay in Suhua's photo studio.My father sighed, he knew very well that such a thin and tilted head of mine would not be able to hold up the facade, Suhua Photo Studio has been relying on him to be handsome and dance for the past few years. One day I wrote in Xiaobing's notebook: Let's be corpse hunters. Xiaobing looked at me in confusion, and wrote: What is a corpse hunter? I explained that it was the old man with his head tilted, holding a scratching hook, dragging the corpse to the boat, and then asked the family members of the deceased to collect money.If the deceased has no family members, the police will also give him a labor fee.I know it makes a lot of money, and they'll give you whatever you want while the body is on board. Xiao Bing wrote: I am not tilting my head, I don't want to pick up corpses. I wrote: I need a boater. Xiaobing wrote: How can I be a corpse hunter? I wrote: Find the corpse hunters and worship them as masters. The creeps are the only accomplices I can find.First, he has no way out, second, he is very strong (suitable for rowing), and third, he is dumb and cannot tell such things.In addition, although I played all kinds of boring gourd and soft-hearted follower roles in my childhood, in front of Fang Xiaobing, I can restore my true colors-I am the brain and he is the limbs.Only when I face Fang Xiaobing can I have the above-mentioned sense of superiority, and it's quite boring to think about it.
Fang Xiaobing and I wandered on the Chengxi Bridge. It is difficult to find this corpse boat in Daicheng where the rivers are criss-crossed. The Chengxi Bridge crosses the moat high and has an excellent view. We are here waiting for its appearance .After several disappointing afternoons, Xiao Bing and I realized that we wanted to see the boat again, unless there was a body under the bridge. The water is dirty, no one swims in the river, and it is late autumn, the rain is scarce, and the river is quiet and dry.We stood by the railing of the bridge and looked down. The drop in water level and the shrinkage of the river itself made the bridge feel taller.The clouds were in the distance, and the earth-moving cars kept passing by us. They were powerful, rumbled loudly, and moved forward like high-speed tanks. It seemed that they could only be crushed and not drowned. It doesn't show up, we just have to wait.In fact, Xiaobing didn't like picking up corpses, and the deaf man didn't understand what it meant to pick up corpses. He just thought rowing was fun.The problem is, if you love rowing, you don't have to go to the dead body, you can go to the Asian Games. For the first time while I was waiting I experienced nothingness, not fog, but something dispelling, disintegrating, like a straw on the way off a bridge.My plan was to stay in Fang Xiaobing's palm-sized notebook that was bound with a stapler. I still have an added bonus though. One day I met Luo Jia on the bridge. She was lying on the bridge railing, her body arched, and her long hair hung down from her shoulders to the river.I thought this was a person who wanted to commit suicide. I hadn't figured out whether to rush to hug her the moment she jumped off the bridge, or to stand by and watch for my corpse boat. She suddenly straightened up and said yes I said, "Gu Xiaoshan, what are you doing secretly?" That's when I recognized her.I haven't seen you for four years. This period of time is very long, and it takes up a quarter of my life, just like when you are forty years old and you meet someone you haven't seen for ten years.Standing in front of me, she still looked at me with the same eyes as before, as if I was a vase that had been broken and could not be restored after several efforts.I was stunned for a moment and said, "Luo Jia." "Don't recognize me." "yes." "I have changed." That is to say, the hairstyle has changed. It used to be a braid, but now it is all loose.Her figure was originally slender, but now she has grown taller and more slender. The black buckle leather shoes in the past were replaced by popular sneakers.I was about to ask her where she had been all these years, and she said, "Come and see if her head is even more crooked." She is the only one in the world who can say that.When I approached, she looked at it for a while and said, "It's even more crooked." She should be on another bridge, away from the west end of the city, closer to the prison, later in the evening.The railings of that bridge are concrete and wide enough to sit on comfortably, unlike the round iron railings of the West Ring Bridge, which are rusty, and you look like you're tired of life when you lie on them.You should wait on the other bridge for Papa Gambler to fetch water. Fang Xiaobing quickly wrote in the notebook: Who is she? Luo Jia asked me: "What happened to this man?" I said, "Deaf-mute." We talked for a while leaning against the bridge railing.There are rumors that she left Daicheng and went to other places, but she said that she has always been here, and now she is a junior high school student like me, No. 22 Middle School. "No. 22 High School." I said. This school is notoriously chaotic.Every middle school has special products, some produce college students, some fail students, some produce hooligans, the specialty of No. 22 High School is A Fei, the girls are not very serious, and there are even abortions, although they are rare, they are still golden characters Shop sign.But that was the high school, and their junior high school was called the abortion reserve team. With a flash of my eyes, she had already read my thoughts, and said coldly and arrogantly: "What's wrong with No. 22 Middle School? There are still two students who will be admitted to college this year. Tilt your head, don't think about it." "I'm not thinking about anything," I said. Fang Xiaobing slapped me, poked Xiao Ben in front of my eyes, and pointed at Luo Jia.Luo Jia grabbed the notebook, tilted his head to look at it, took Fang Xiaobing's mechanical pencil and wrote: My name is Luo Jia, and I am a primary school classmate who tilted his head.Fang Xiaobing was very happy and wrote: Fang Xiaobing.Then he pokes his own chest with his finger. I dragged the mute behind me, but the mute couldn't understand my displeasure at all, squeezed between me and Luo Jia again, raised the notebook to write, and was dragged back by me.Luo Jia asked with great interest: "What does he want to do?" I said that I really didn't expect a dumb person to be so long-winded.Luo Jia said, "What are you doing on the bridge?" Look for the corpse hunter, I said.Then I explained again, the corpse hunters and their boats, their hooks, and an old man with a tilted head like me!This secret that only exists between me and Fang Xiaobing was revealed by myself, but she is Luo Jia, she is different, she can share all my secrets. Luo Jia shook his head contemptuously and said, "You just like such weird and disgusting things." "I didn't!" I argued.But she didn't want to argue with me. Later, she patted the rust on her buttocks and said that she was going back to the city.I'd love to go with her, but I can't see why.I said, "Let's go to the bridge to see your father together sometime." Luo Jia said: "He will be released soon." I said, "That's great." "What's so good. It's still a gamble to release it." "Then how can I find you?" I said. She said, "Come to No. 22 Middle School." I thought to myself that my virtue would be very dangerous in my own school. If I went to the No. 22 Middle School, I might be called an abortion.Watching her kicking stones away sullenly, I was very sad.Fang Xiaobing excitedly held up the small book and showed it to me: beautiful.Then he poked Luo Jia's back with his finger. I really wish I could swap parts with Fang Xiaobing, I'm still me, but with Fang Xiaobing's body, so I can catch up with Luo Jia and talk to her more.But I also think that the result of such an exchange is that the other person is both deaf and dumb and has a thin and tilted head, so stop living (it is also very thorough).It's better to put away this delusion as soon as possible. That time Fang Xiaobing saw the bus going to the deaf-mute school, and he cried later, so I could only stay and comfort him.The sound of the deaf man's crying was very ear-piercing, which attracted passers-by to stop and watch, thinking that I was bullying him.I explained a few words, but no one listened to me, so I couldn't help but worry about it.Even Roja thought I was disgusting and weird.
The retribution came soon, and no one thought that Butcher Fang would regularly check Fang Xiaobing's small book, which recorded almost all of Fang Xiaobing's remarks, and also my handwriting, which is undeniable.The butcher Fang rushed to my house with his soldiers and yelled at my father, "What do you mean when Xiao Chu wants to bring soldiers to retrieve the corpses?" My sister was already in Shanghai at that time, and old Fang was confident, so my father took the book and read it for a long time. , was also taken aback, and asked me: "Do you really want to retrieve the corpse?" "Just kidding." I said ashamedly. "Filling up corpses is very low-level," my father said. "I know." I continued to pretend to be ashamed. Butcher Fang said: "The little soldier still has to learn how to draw. If he spoils our little soldier, he will go find the corpse himself!" My father was very unhappy, saying that he had the same knowledge as a child. The craftsmanship I got turned out to be an art job? Exactly.At that time, the butcher took his soldiers out on his bicycle every night to learn traditional Chinese painting from an amateur painter near Dinghui Temple.Fang Xiaobing is one of his many students.This is impressive. According to my father's understanding of butchers, he thought he would let his son learn to repair cars, repair umbrellas, sharpen scissors and other crafts. Xiao Bing is naturally eager to learn, as long as someone is willing to teach him, he can even learn to be a pickpocket.He lived up to the expectations of the butcher, worked hard, and drew all kinds of lines on a pile of newspapers all day long. From a distance, he looked like a map, and from a close look, he looked like ghostly symbols. Only after asking him did he find out that it was an old tree with withered vines.After three months of painting like this, Xiaobing has been able to draw several kinds of flowers, birds, fish and insects with a brush.Butcher Fang asked the painter when Xiaobing would be able to become a teacher and earn a living by selling paintings to tourists like him (by the way, selling some other fake antiques). The painter said at least ten years.The butcher Fang was in a hurry, saying that he would not starve to death in ten years?The amateur painter was very upset and said, a butcher is a butcher, vulgar and ignorant, don't come here in the future, dirty my threshold, since your dumb son came, several of my students have gone to the competitor's shop opposite I learned to draw. Under such adversity, Xiaobing drew his first easter egg in his life. There are willow trees and distant mountains on this egg. The blank part is a river. There is a small boat on the river. One person stands on the bow, and the other People are rowing.Butcher Fang held this egg and made a grand tour on Qiangwei Street.A few days later, a horse appeared on the wall at the intersection, which was exactly the same as Xu Beihong's painting. After asking, I realized that it was Xiaobing's masterpiece.Everyone was shocked, and the first artist on Qiangwei Street was born in this way. This stresses me out a bit.It is obviously impossible to retrieve the corpse, and I have to learn a craft.I once asked my father if he could teach me to take pictures, but he said, "Photography is physical work. How can you do it with your body? You should study hard first, like your sister." So, for a long time , I lost to Fang Xiaobing, watching him continue to draw all kinds of strange things, brave and diligent, and the contemporary crown, but I can only wander the streets doing nothing, which makes me feel quite disappointed.
I was admitted to a newly-run middle school in junior high school, the full name is Xihuan Middle School, or Xizhong for short.How new is it?There were only eighty students in two classes in the first grade, and the four-story teaching building was empty, so quiet after school that you could be haunted.This middle school recruits students from the new villages on the outskirts of the city. People like me who live in the old street should go to the No. 6 or No. 18 middle schools in the city, but those two schools are notoriously barbaric. I asked someone to get me into Xizhong, and it really worked. Except for a few words of ridicule, after all, there was no more snatching of sneakers and trousers or being beaten by the teacher. The teachers are also fresh and tender, a tall and handsome biology teacher (he will transform into a physiology and hygiene teacher in the third grade of junior high school, and teach us the much-anticipated reproductive system knowledge), a beautiful and graceful English teacher (her The boyfriend appears at the school gate every day, he is taller and handsomer than the biology teacher), the plump and fierce music teacher (do not let go of every boy whose voice changes, he must sing the C key she needs), and the most touching one is the physical education teacher , female, unexpectedly, she is wearing a rose red sweatshirt. In the warm season, the zipper on the chest is unavoidably lowered. Sometimes, we can even see more content. For junior high school students Words are really inappropriate. The head teacher, surnamed Bi, teaches Chinese. He is a fat old man with deep myopia, gentle and confused.He loves Chinese classical literature, but he often reads white characters, pronounces cheekbones as pot bones, and pronounces shoes as "children" with a heavy accent, which makes you wonder whether his pot bones also come from A certain mysterious village.Generally speaking, he is a kind-hearted person. The first time he saw me, he showed interested eyes, looked at me through the glasses at the bottom of the bottle, and asked, "Are you tilting your head?" I said, "Teacher Bi, this disease is called torticollis. I didn't want to get it. It was born with me." Teacher Bi said: "Don't be inferior, don't be inferior." I thought to myself that you are really lenient, and you are not allowed to be inferior?He groaned and said: "I have a big tree, which people call it a citrus tree. Zhuangzi said, if there is no such thing as an axe or an axe, if it is harmless, it will have nothing to use, and it will be difficult for you to live in peace. Student Gu Xiaoshan, you are that citrus tree." I asked him, "What is a citrus?" Teacher Bi said: "It's just a useless tree." I felt very puzzled when I heard that.Teacher Bi said: "Don't be proud, don't be proud, you still have to work hard to be a useful person in the new era." In order to explain the problem of 樗, I went to the library and borrowed it, with annotations, and found that 樗 is basically a word that hurts people. The book is full of neurotic disabled people, trying to find their own existence. reason.I secretly scolded Teacher Bi for not being a good bird.The next time he praised me again, I said: "Mr. Bi, we are all scorpions. You are fat and bloated, and I am curly and small." The old man was very happy when he heard that, and praised me as a talented person. alert.Teachers like alert children, so I finally found my backer in middle school.
There is only one person that gives me a headache, and she is the wild rabbit.The girl who had been repeated twice in Changzheng Primary School finally escaped with me and settled in Xizhong.This time she was still in the same class, and as the tallest girl in the whole grade, she naturally sat at the back.In middle school, she almost missed a grade again, but luck seemed to take care of her. I couldn't get rid of her until the third year of junior high school. There is a grudge between us. Back then, she spread rumors to make Luo Jia transfer to another school and beat me. If I didn't avenge her, I would tilt my head to the other side. In terms of appearance, wild rabbits are not ugly.She is chubby and has a pair of super big eyes, which can slightly offset her vulgarity and bastard. Unexpectedly, she developed in the first grade of junior high school. In addition to the normal body shape changes of girls, a mole on her chin gradually disappeared. Slender black hair grew.She was troubled by this, so she found a biology teacher, took this handsome and tall handsome boy as her personal doctor, and kept asking questions about mole removal and hair removal.The biology teacher was also worried and couldn't answer for a while, so she took the opportunity to fall in love with him secretly. At that time, Taiwanese romance novels were already everywhere. The more famous ones included not only books, but also movies starring Brigitte Lin, which were repeatedly shown in video theaters, and were deeply loved by women.This novel mainly tells the story of a teacher-student relationship. Although the ending is tragic, it does not hinder the girls' longing.So all this longing fell on the biology teacher's head.At that time, most of the boys hadn't entered the voice-changing period. By the second year of junior high school, the girls couldn't wait to share the spoils. Girls with excellent grades would definitely win first and take away a boy with good grades, while those lonely, helpless Relying, incomplete and redundant idiots, like me and the wild rabbit, can only stare at each other in disgust and pretend that they haven't read any romance novels. The biology teacher is a foreigner, and he speaks Mandarin with a Beijing accent, which is very popular.He didn't have a girlfriend, and he looked very poor. He came to class in a sweater with unraveled threads in winter.However, the love of junior high school girls is absolutely transcendent from the fireworks in the world. The sincere pure love and the near-steady living state of the biological teacher himself make the love in this school fall into a religious atmosphere.He can be believed in, but he cannot have any real involvement, otherwise it is blasphemy.Finally one day, the wild rabbit broke the silence. She knitted a sweater for the biology teacher and sent it to the office. This led to double ridicule, the girls ridiculed her, and Teacher Bi was a little jealous, thinking that she was also in rags, but Wild Rabbit actually gave the sweater to a sub-teacher.The biology teacher wanted to donate the sweater to him, but he was too fat to wear it.Although Teacher Bi praised Lao Zhuang, in his heart, Kong Lao Er was greedy for bacon, but if he really asked wild rabbits to knit sweaters for him, he would definitely be scared to death again. Since we are the only students from Changzheng Primary School in the whole class, our student numbers are next to each other.It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just that we have to be duty students together, and when it's our turn, the two of us stay after school to clean up the classroom. What a disappointment, in the empty teaching building, I was alone with her, I missed Luo Jia even more, and hated this wild rabbit even more. One day she asked me, "Gu Xiaoshan, what do you think of the biology teacher?" I said, "Didn't you already knit him a sweater? What else do you want me to say?" The wild rabbit said, "I didn't weave it, but my mother did it." I said, "Your father didn't know about this, he would have beaten the biology teacher to death. Your family is famous for beating teachers." "You are not allowed to spread rumors. My father and my brother never hit the teacher after I was in middle school." She said, "If you dare to talk nonsense, I will slap you. My father and my brother don't need to take action." "Understood, don't say it." I thought to myself, even if I don't say it, don't the teachers know?He could only promise her with his mouth.She was happy, and swiped the broom to make dust in the classroom, which ruined a beautiful evening for her.
I know bad luck to the wild rabbit, and to all those who make gossip, and he doesn't necessarily die in this pit, but somewhere else.The fable of Xi tells me that even if you have a sweater, don’t take it out casually. Others may not necessarily covet your sweater, but they will find fault with you. One day, Wild Rabbit passed the whole morning safely. Fortunately, no one bothered her. At noon, she was suddenly stopped by the English teacher.The beautiful, graceful and foreign-looking English teacher saw through the wild rabbit's secret ten meters away—she walked through the corridor with her fists half clenched, as if she was punching a tiger.The English teacher shouted: "Stop! Did you put on nail polish?" The wild rabbit trembled, and the English teacher pinched his arm. The ten petals of the nails were shining. room." All afternoon, she wiped her nails with banana water in the teaching room, which smelled very bad.After wiping, the chemistry teacher came to check and thought she could go to class, but the eyebrows she had plucked couldn't fit anyway. The physics teacher suggested that she should pluck them all, so that she could learn the lesson.Of course, the biology teacher did the hair-plucking, but he was grateful for the kindness of the wild rabbit for sending the sweater, and he was afraid of her father, so he slipped away on the pretext of feeling sick to his stomach.The political teacher was smarter, and said to the wild rabbit: "From today onwards, you must wear black-rimmed glasses in class. You can choose between flat glasses or no lenses. It must be a very thick black frame to block your eyebrows until they grow out!" After school we were on duty again. She frowned and brought her nails in front of my eyes and asked, "Does it smell?" "good smell." "Banana water, you idiot." I leaned over to look at her eyebrows, trimmed like two tentacles, very delicate. "Is it nice?" she asked. It would look good on a cricket's face.Against my will, I said, "Not bad." She knows I'm flattering her, but even unintentional flattery is rare in her world.She said happily: "Actually, the English teacher also trims eyebrows. Don't think I can't see it. My fault is that the repair is too conspicuous, and I was caught by someone." I really want to tell her, you lose it I'm giving away sweaters, but I didn't say anything, she would understand that the English teacher had a crush on the biology teacher, so she retaliated against her.Her mind is too simple, and it is full of philosophies that love between men and women but not love. We started talking normally after that, and it didn't take long for us to form a friendship.This is caused by the environment: in those days she was like a caterpillar in the garden, a pool of snot in heaven, and no one wanted to talk to her; , I have a crush on the English class representative, still the old style, that kind of clean, beautiful, doll-like girl, like Luo Jia back then, but she has more taste than Luo Jia, and she never looked at me directly.I had been secretly in love for a while, bored and sad, the wild rabbit came to me, and she said: "Go to your photo studio and take a picture of me." For her costly eyebrows. It's not a pass photo, it's the most popular at that time, hazy art photo. My father thought that a girl wearing black-rimmed glasses probably had good grades. In those days, academic performance was used to measure a person's quality, and her money would be confiscated after the filming was over.I took the photo to Wild Rabbit a few days later and she was pissed because the soft light effect had completely drowned out her eyebrows and she was a woman without eyebrows.I quickly explained that this is a permanent technical problem, not that my father is poor at workmanship, the only way is to wait for her eyebrows to grow a little thicker, and then take a hazy photo, which is also free.Now she was satisfied, and generously treated me to a bowl of wontons, and we couldn't let it go. I am a little lonely, my teenage years were relatively calm compared to my childhood, nothing happened, as if I fell into a deep river that was similar to a swamp, no matter how hard I struggled, there would be no splash.Those huge, dense scum floats on the surface of the river, and as time goes on, as I grow up, they will become more and more difficult to remove.When I die in this river when I am an adult, the body will float quietly, it will not even attract people's attention.I realized this sad future, I need someone to talk to, to relieve my boredom, to be in a daze, to be inseparable, even if she is a wild rabbit. There is no need to think about these things, as a tree it naturally occupies a place, but I am more troublesome than a tree, I have to go somewhere, preferably not alone.
Frankly speaking, I had a great time playing with wild rabbits.She took me to ice skating, and I took her to watch videos. Once we went to a neighboring city in a car and played all day. On the way home, we passed the Chengbei Chemical Plant. I pointed out to her where the sulfuric acid plant was. Where is the saccharin factory, and between the dilapidated factory buildings is the school for the deaf, but you can't see it. She thinks that I am very good at playing and understanding, which exceeds the expectation of tilting my head. 我们在玩的时候也谈论一点感情问题，比如生物老师，野兔子竟然像言情小说一样充满了柔情蜜意，把我恶心得不行。幸好她及时地恢复了下流的本色，神秘兮兮地告诉我：“到了初三他就会教我们生理卫生了，你知道生理卫生的嘛。” 我说：“生理卫生怎么了？” 野兔子说：“第十章嘛。” 第十章是个暗号，指的就是生殖系统。我说：“这些我早就知道了。”小妍的生理卫生课本我在小学六年级的时候就预习过。野兔子撇嘴说：“你怎么可能知道男女之间的事情？”我说：“没见过人，还没见过狗吗？我们街道上的狗经常……”野兔说：“你真是一个恶心的男人。”说着大力拍我的肩膀。 她有个习惯，爱用手掌扇人，高兴了扇，不高兴了也扇，这是她表达情感的方式，偏生还是个断掌，扇人很疼。有一次在溜冰场我撞了一个小阿飞，被阿飞推倒在地，野兔子奋勇地冲上去，一巴掌扇得阿飞原地打转。这就是留级生的好处，换了英语课代表，或是罗佳，都不会这么干脆利落地替我解决问题。陌生人问起来，我就说这是我姐姐，心里也很内疚，感觉是把小妍给出卖了。我的姐姐她聪明漂亮剽悍无畏，是真正的战神加智慧女神雅典娜，不是野兔子可以比得了的。 一直到那年秋天，我在城西大桥上遇到罗佳，罗佳还在戴城，她就在离我不远的地方，而我竟然和她的仇人野兔子玩在了一起。内疚感像暴雨一样撒向我。 终于野兔子又倒霉了。可怜的孩子，她在地摊上买了一副平光眼镜，质量很差，两个月之后眉毛倒是长出来了，她自己成了个近视眼。这个随时都可能留级的女生，近视眼对她来说没有任何意义，只会让她将来找工作更麻烦些。她不甘如此，摘了眼镜，眯着两个大眼到处探索，等她看清了眼前的事物之后又会忽然瞪圆眼睛，令人毛骨悚然。 “你不会嫌弃我吧？”她说，“对了，你有什么资格嫌弃我？” 我歪着头努力避开她凑过来的眯缝眼，说，“去配副合适的眼镜吧，不要是黑框的。去眼镜店配，别再买地摊货了。我已经是个歪头，不希望你变成斜眼。” 她一时感动抡过来一个直径一米的巴掌，我早有防备，低头闪过。 “我以后找不到工作了。”她又伤心起来。 “你想做什么工作呢？” “我想考烹饪职校，他们对视力要求很高的。”她说，“除了烹饪职校，当兵啦，做演员啦，都有视力要求。” “我觉得你还是比较适合烹饪职校。” 这次她没有抡巴掌，她戴上了自己的黑框眼镜，很忧郁地找了一棵树靠在上面。她这种沉静的样子，看起来像是一个二十多岁的大姑娘，实际上她才十七岁。 然后我猛然意识到，她已经十七了，而我才十五，这中间的距离有多远我不知道，但要追上她真得花好几年的工夫才行。
野兔子一直觉得我是个有钱人，因为我爸爸开店做个体户，肯定很来钱。时至一九八八年，下海潮已经过去一波了，各处的门面和柜台租金提高了不止一个档次，后面的人再想下海，就必须把裤子脱得更干净些。野兔子说她也想去做个体户，卖那种很便宜的羊毛衫，苦于没有本钱。我告诉她：“我爸爸的照相馆生意也不怎么样，地段不好。他挣钱的方式你学不会的。” “他怎么挣钱的？” “他长得好看，很多女的都来找他拍照。” “你爸爸是长得好看，比生物老师还好看。”野兔子说，“为什么你会长成这样？会不会觉得很自卑？” “我没什么可自卑的，我早就习惯了。”我说，“我姐姐长得才好看，你要是看见她才会自卑。” “我才不会自卑，我只会妒嫉。”她说了句大实话，又说：“我还以为你会去做摄影师呢，我觉得男人做摄影师也不错的。” “我要去做捞尸人，捞尸体的，我要去捞尸体，我要举着钩子开着船到河里去捞尸体，每次都能挣好几百块。”我故意说。 “你也就是说说罢了，你胆子比兔子还小。” “我要找一个搭档，有了搭档胆子就不小了，我觉得你很合适。你划船，我捞尸，赚到的钱三七分账，我七你三。” 野兔子愤怒地说：“等你做上了捞尸人再来找我吧！”她扭头就走，走出去几步又回过头来对我说：“你真是个恶心的男人。” 有那么一段时间，她不理我了，我清净了几天很快就觉得难受，没想到竟会对她上瘾。彼时我和她的事情已经在学校里传开，歪头和女流氓搞早恋，我以为会引来无尽的嘲笑，然而没有，究其原因，还是野兔子太可怕了，没人敢公开讲她坏话。有一天开家长会，毕老师倒是把双方的父亲喊到了一起，让他们注意管教一下。野兔子那个可怕的爹，瞪了我爸爸一眼，民间艺术家顾大宏先生立刻吓退了半步，回家就对我说：“离那个女生远点，我可不想被她爸爸揍一顿。” “拉倒吧，我也不想被关文梨的前夫揍一顿。”我恶声恶气地说，心里无限烦闷。
野兔子终于又来找我了。 那时她已停止了发育，同班的适龄男女一个劲地窜个子，野兔子不再是最高的，但她仍坐在最后一排，仿佛那是她天生所在的位置，背靠着黑板报，不知道是否因为出于自卑，她微微佝偻着身体，总不能是出于嫉妒吧？她戴上了最不想要的近视眼镜，黑板上的字隔着一众人头仍看得清清楚楚，然而她上课几乎已经不看黑板了。初三的课程她几乎全都听不懂，老师也懒得理她，反正她成绩再差也会毕业，毕业了肯定不会去念高中，不必再担心留级这种事。 每当想起她的样子，我总觉得，她是来自另一个世界，如果把青春期比作是花朵一样的年龄，她根本不属于学校这个花瓶，她是被强行采下来插在这里。人们憎厌她，觉得她根本就是来捣乱的，于是她自己也会觉得惶惑：我是不是真的来捣乱的呢？面对着这种质疑，她只能无所谓地翻个白眼，这是她唯一可以的表情，然而接受这个白眼的其实是她自己。 她来找我，说：“一起玩吧。”不免显得低三下四了。 “去哪里玩？” "Go to my house." 某个星期三的下午，意外地不用上课，我跟着她跨过城西大桥，向那一片的新村里走去。她住在那里。 “我可不想遇到你爸爸。”我说。“还有你哥哥，还有你妈妈。” “他们都在上班。”野兔子一边走着，一边顺手摘下路边的野花，一种长得半人多高的、叫不出名字的白色小花。她玩弄几下，然后扔掉。 她家和穆巽家一样，位于公房顶楼最里面的那户。楼道里很安静，这不由让我恻恻，想起不久前穆巽的遭遇，不要落在我自己头上。进屋子一看，出乎意料的干净整洁，锅碗瓢盆放置有序，被子叠得整整齐齐，全然不像是老土匪和女流氓的家。两室户的房子，厨房里还有一张床，是她哥哥睡的。 “你们家很干净。”我说。 她告诉我，她妈妈是个能干又聪明的女人，操持家务一把手（还会织毛衣），相比之下，我家里因为目前没有常驻的女人，我爸爸再爱打扮也只是做些表面文章，和她家没法比。我在墙上看到她家的合影，爸爸妈妈哥哥以及野兔子本人，土匪似的一家人，全靠她妈妈在幕后撑着，有了她，这伙人才可以所向披靡。如果没有一个给他们打扫卫生的女人，我怀疑他们会像过于炽热的恒星，一下子就自我爆炸，成为一个宇宙黑洞。 那个下午，野兔子和我在窗前说了很多话，我们再也没有谈什么远大理想，只是数落数落身边的人，顺带回忆一下小学往事。她忽然说：“你从小没有妈妈，一定很缺乏母爱。” 这倒从来没人说起过，甚至连我姐姐都不这么说。我无力地争辩：“我家里很和睦的，我有姐姐。” “姐姐也不能当妈妈使嘛。” “我们还是不要说这个了。” “那说说你喜欢什么样的女生吧。” “以前就告诉过你，王茜（我们的英语科代表）那样的。” “你小学的时候最喜欢罗佳，人人都知道。”野兔子说，“王茜和罗佳属于同一种类型，不过性格不太一样的。” 想不到她还关心人家的性格，我以为她只关心长相。这个话题渐渐让我烦躁起来。王茜不是罗佳，罗佳和我的距离非常遥远，王茜则是火星人，野兔子呢，大概是山顶洞人。我不怀好意地胡思乱想。 野兔子问：“你还想罗佳吗？” 我说我曾经遇见过她，就在城西大桥上，她现在在二十二中念书。野兔子说：“原来你又遇见了她，我还以为她去了别的城市。” “要不是因为你，罗佳根本就不会离开……离开我。” 她哈哈大笑起来，太可笑了，罗佳，她不会，离开你，这个歪头。我坐在椅子上，她坐在床沿，我低头看自己的指甲有没有剪干净，十个指甲都看了过来，她还在大笑。好好的一个下午，事情就在此时急转直下。我向她扑过去。她顺势往后一仰，一个翻身把我按在了床上。 论打架我完全不是她的对手，论调情更不是，我才十五岁，她比较凶狠，十七了。我们打了几下，翻滚几下。她咯咯地笑着，时而又被我撩拨得恼怒起来，等我想收手时，她又咯咯地笑了。我一欠身看到墙上的全家福，她的土匪爸爸正怒视着我，一想到这家伙有可能会推门进来，我就感到害怕。 她忽然不动了，骑在我肚子上，若有所思地凝视着我。我说你在想什么呢，她说：“别说话。”我呆呆地看着她，假装不明白她的心思，其实我在等待着她下一个动作。她埋下头，照着我的嘴巴亲了过来。 我本来是可以献上初吻的，像班上那些早恋的同学一样，他们表面上很纯洁其实背地里都已经亲过嘴巴了。那真的很容易，只要有人给你亲，你亲了她，事情就办成了。初中的早恋很像是过家家和真实恋爱之间的过渡品，你甚至在亲过之后还可以赖说自己没有初吻，等到十八岁以后再把初吻献给另外一个谁，只要你没在当时做出更过分的事情。 可悲的是我还在过家家，野兔子却是认真的，而且没什么经验。她缓慢地凑向我，最后一厘米她用了太多的时间，我觉得下巴很痒，伸手一撸，摸到了她那颗长了毛的黑痣。 “你的痣，有毛。”我结结巴巴地说，忽然明白了事情的可笑，我说：“你痣上的毛比你的嘴巴更长。” 上天作证，我并不是有意要伤害她，更不知道这种伤害让她心碎，我以为这只是普通的玩笑。她把我拎起来，照着水泥地坪扔了下去，她大哭着向我丢过来被子、枕头、拖鞋，在一个茶杯即将飞来的时候我拔腿就跑。 “滚！找你的罗佳去吧！”她对着我的背影大吼。 “我会找到罗佳的。”我很硬气，然后像一条挨了踹的狗一样落荒而逃。 我和她彻底掰了，第二天收到她的一张纸条，说我不珍惜她的感情，以后不要再和她说话了。我承认我是有点狼心狗肺的，在这个世界上我可以珍惜的东西不多，可以浪费的东西就更少了，数来数去，只有野兔子一个。谁让她非要在我面前提起罗佳呢？后来我又想，这也许是我在为罗佳报仇。
不久以后，有四个外校的女孩闯进西中，她们是来寻仇的。在西中建校两年的历史上，这是第一次有人来踢馆（在别的中学则可谓司空见惯），她们看上去都是十七八岁了，而且不太像是有人管着的样子，如果她们敢于奉献一点的话，说不定身后还有一些很有实力的男人。总之，这四个女孩在学校里左突右冲，马踏连营，她们的仇家是野兔子。 没有人给野兔子报信，甚至那四个女孩问起野兔子，还有人给她们指路。在走廊里她们撞了个正着，野兔子已经变成了近视眼，根本没看清人家的路数，被擒住了，脸上挨了几十个耳光。 大快人心啊，她就像里的赵姨娘，挨了打以后，就真的一文不值了。各个班级的人蜂拥而出，既害怕又兴奋地围住了这五个人，野兔子挣脱了八只手，企图逃跑，但已无路可走，那包围圈的直径只剩下一米，连打人都不太方便了。我也去看热闹，一不小心，被众人挤到了最前面。野兔子被薅住头发，像揭开锅盖一样朝我抬起头来，某一瞬间她那巨大的眼睛瞪视着我，我十分惊恐，还没来得及撤，她一口血沫向着我的脸上喷来。 然后，她就像曾经的罗佳一样，再也没有出现。所不同的是，野兔子不可能转学，她回家了。 有一度我会梦见她，她满脸血污，低垂着头颅像一个沮丧的女鬼，忽然抬头露出她的眼睛，张牙舞爪，定格，变成银行门口的石狮子。我被这个梦吓醒了好几次，祈祷它不要再出现，那种本身的恐怖，以及随之而来的可笑的恐怖。后来我终于达到了梦遗的崇高境界，这说明我发育了，就个人历史而言，不啻为辛亥革命、解放中国、文攻武卫、包产到户、改革开放。 抛开野兔子不说（她让我头皮发麻），我一直等待着这一天，这意味着我稍稍可以步入成年人的世界，在这里人们比较讲点规矩，不会随时随地扒下你的裤子，在这里更多的残疾人汇集在一起，他们必须出来谋生，必须设法让自己看起来没事，设法比正常人更强悍，比如捞尸的歪头、体格强壮的方小兵、白柳巷里擅长骂各种脏话的瘸子老炳。我这么想着，觉得又可以混过去一段日子了，烦恼的事情却接踵而来，街上新一拨的小孩，他们跟在我屁股后面，欢呼着歪头哥。这使我恼羞成怒，作为一个十五岁的少年，成天被七八岁的小孩追骂，我不可能继续装出一副孱弱的样子，必须予以反击，但那等于说又坠入了儿童世界。 于是人们看到我凶狠地转过身体，对那些小孩说：“滚！再胡闹就揍死你们！”小孩大笑着撒腿跑掉，事实上我并不想让自己显得这么凌厉，我是个很温和也很机敏的人。 没有人发现我变得孤独而自闭了，他们认为我本来就是孤独而自闭的，他妈的！ 我决定去找罗佳。
二十二中在百花巷，那是戴城的另一条花街，与蔷薇街遥相呼应。出于某种奇怪的自尊心，百花巷的居民都有点藐视我们，因为我们是贫民区，他们是清朝的老街，虽然同样地容易着火，他们烧掉的都是雕花梁柱，我们烧掉的无非废砖烂瓦，若一起着火那消防队肯定先浇他们。 那时已经是深秋，我请了半天病假，谎称去做颈部推拿，把唯一的高领毛衣套上，背起书包，跳进满城乱转的中巴车，这一新型交通工具介于公共汽车和出租车之间，可以载我去城里的任何地方。到了百花巷口，车子开不进去了，我下车，走进去一段路，听见眼保健操的音乐，知道自己没找错地方。我溜了进去，这所老牌中学的景色迷人，高大的银杏树像下雪一样撒落枯黄的树叶，凉风阵阵，国庆节残留的彩带丝条在头顶舞动。我遛了一圈，找到一个上体育课的女生，问她：“初三的罗佳你认识吗？”女生说：“哪个班的？”我说我不知道。她很好心地带我去问了另外几个女生，立刻有人告诉我：“哦，就是前阵子被人打的那个，处分通知都贴校门口了嘛。”我说：“谁被谁打了？”女生说：“罗佳啊，有两个女的在我们学校门口找碴，揍了她一顿。” 女生揍人成风了，野兔子惨遭不测，罗佳也是。我十分痛心，暗暗还有几分好奇，挨揍以后的罗佳不知道什么模样。女生说：“罗佳还来上学的，眼睛打青了，你去那边二楼初三一班找她吧。喂，你干吗老歪着头跟我说话？我很滑稽吗？娘逼，你好像是个歪头哎。”我暗骂她没见识，转身拔腿就跑。 在二楼的楼道里等了一会儿，下课了，学生们涌出教室。我看到了罗佳，她独自一人下楼，走得很慢。我跟在她身后走了一段路，她没发现我，穿过一条小路，快要到达操场，我才意识到她是要去那边的女厕所，赶紧喊了一声：“罗佳。”她猛回头，情况没那么严重，眼睛上的乌青已经褪得差不多了。她茫然地看着我，我朝她艰难地一笑，想以此来唤醒她的记忆，不料她从地上抄了一块砖头，对我说：“你要敢过来我就砸死你。”我大声说：“我是来看你的！”她说：“你是来打我的。” 看样子是被人打出神经病了，我不得不向后退去，她看了我半天，把砖头扔在地上，说：“等我上完了厕所回来跟你说话。” 等了好一会儿，她从女厕所出来，表情也稍微缓和了些。这时上课铃声响了，她说还有最后一节课，让我再等她四十分钟。 “但是别站在女厕所门口等，到校门口去。”她说，“这几年你一点长进都没有。” 我答应了，走到校门口，站在公告栏前看了看，二十二中是著名的风流学校，他们出过打胎女生，最要命的是那个女生不但打胎而且死在了手术台上，成为了戴城日报上的社论。我看到公告栏里贴着：高三某女生因作风问题而勒令退学，初三某女生因偷东西而被留校察看，高二某女生在深夜的人民公园被联防队擒获，虽然她干了什么都没人知道但给予记大过。Sure enough, the reputation is well-deserved.然后看到初三一班的女生罗佳，因在校门口挨揍而被警告处分。我无论如何没想通，挨揍的人为什么也要受到行政处罚，看来这几年她也没长进，老师并不喜欢她。顺便说一句，当时的社会风气还很传统，一个初中女生若是受了处分，那简直就是宣告了她破鞋、烂货、老菜皮的未来。 再一次下课铃声响起，学生蜂拥而出，我在小摊上买了两支棉花糖，像握着两朵白云等待与她分享。直到人群稀疏了，罗佳推着一辆淡绿色的自行车走出来，我送上一朵云，她淡然地说：“你自己吃吧。”于是我像个傻瓜一样手里拿着两坨棉花糖（现在它们不再是白云了），跟在她屁股后面，吃了几口，觉得自己太不像是个出来约会的男人。她左脚搁在脚踏板上，作势要上车，问我：“你没骑车？”我很不好意思地说：“我还不会骑车。”她故作惊讶地说：“还不会骑车？”我说：“我很快就能学会了。”她带着鼻音哼哼地笑了起来，说：“那我们得走上好一阵子了，总不能让我驮你吧？你的棉花糖呢？”我说：“扔了。”她摇摇头说：“你真是个奇怪的人。” 哦，我心目中唯一的罗佳，你还是以前那样，尽管眼睛被揍青了，尽管你挨了处分看上去像是烂货预备队，但歪头男孩对你的爱恋不变，直到永远。我默祷这些词，它们像纷纷而来的子弹打得我的心脏千疮百孔。 一直走到没人的地方。 她停住脚步，踩下自行车的撑脚，对我说：“好吧，你是来看我的。现在给你仔细看，把我打成这样，你来晚了，前几天更厉害。” 我说：“我又不知道你被人打。谁打的？” 罗佳说：“你怎么可能不知道？是野兔子打的。她在学校门口拦我，打我的眼睛，还掴我的脸。我倒了霉了，被人打，还挨了个处分。” 野兔子！我眼前一黑，还没理清楚事情的大概，罗佳告诉我：“野兔子说了，她喜欢你，你喜欢我，所以她来打我。” 我差不多明白了，我什么都说不出来，想了想，总算可以有一件事安慰她：“野兔子也被人打了，就在我们学校里，四个女的打她，可惨了，满嘴是血。上个礼拜她退学啦。”罗佳残忍地一笑，说：“你猜那四个女的是谁叫来的？” 我说：“哦，是你。” 好笑吗，悲凉吗？野兔子和罗佳，这两个女的为了我，居然互相攻伐，一个退学，一个处分。我毫发无损，犹在梦里。罗佳说：“我刚看见你的时候还以为你是来给野兔子报仇的，这种事情，男人不要掺和进来。”我说：“我不会给她报仇的，我站在你这边。”罗佳轻蔑地说：“随便你。” 后来她跳上了自行车，一溜儿远去。我追了几步，喊她，她头也没回地说：“我要回家了，你别再跟着我了。”我大声说：“以后我常来找你。”她说：“等我养好了伤再来。”深秋的凉风鼓动起她的头发，自行车被夕阳照得熠熠闪光，晃了我的眼睛。 我回到蔷薇街，下定决心，排除万难，要学会骑自行车。这无疑又是件出洋相的事，我推着小妍的自行车，黄昏时分羞答答地上街，后面跟过来一群无聊的小孩，大喊：“快来看歪头哥要学自行车了！”我上车，我捏闸，我摔倒，都会招致一片喝彩，后来索性连大人都蹲在马路边观看这场免费的马戏表演。这种气氛之下什么都别想学会，我只能改到早晨起来练车，天还没亮，借着路灯的照明，先迎来一拨上早班的人，再迎来一拨下夜班的人，等到买菜和倒马桶的人出现时我就差不多该收摊了。 早起的世界是不同寻常的，因为安静，因为人迹罕见，有些秘密反而清晰地呈现于眼前。那时关文梨也搬到了城西住着，我爸爸每天早