Chapter 107 gardenia, jasmine

It's going to rain, but I can't see it coming down. (about the weather) I'm full, I'm full, I still want to eat a bowl. (about eating) I don't think the car is coming, you'd better wait. (About waiting for the bus) The article in the newspaper was so well written that I couldn't understand a word of it. (about newspaper reading) He is an honest man, but he doesn't tell the truth. (About Zhongqi) ... Anyone who enters Maqiao has to get used to hearing such ambiguous words: ambiguous, vague, slippery, wandering, this and that.This way of making people anxious is what Maqiao people call "Mast Cauliflower Cauliflower".I found that, generally speaking, Maqiao people are not very anxious about this, and it is not even weird at all.They seem to be happy to say things that are not very plausible, not very logical.He Deng doesn't seem to be used to the "either-or" rule, and sometimes he has to speak clearly. There is no other way, it's a hard job, and it's a kind of reluctant accommodation to the outside world.I have to suspect that, fundamentally, they often feel more vague than they are accurate.

Because of this, I never figured out how Ma Zhongqi died.Summarize what people mean: Zhongqi is a little bit greedy, but not very greedy; she has always been very progressive in her thinking, but she has more ghosts; she has never suffered any losses, but she is just unlucky; her mother-in-law's illness is obviously cured Unfortunately, I couldn't find the right medicine; wherever I go, I look like a cadre, but I don't have the appearance of being a cadre; the new house is built, but it's not my own; What kind of help has he done? He is a man of face, so he has nothing to say. It is wrong to say that he stole something. He just dragged away a piece of meat from the slaughterhouse without paying him. The yellow vine was eaten by himself. Suicide doesn't fit the facts at all... After listening to these words, do I understand?Don't you understand?

I generally know that Zhongqi is guarding a bedridden woman who has been sick for a long time. Life is very difficult, and she even has no money to buy meat.On the eve of the Double Ninth Festival, he couldn't resist stealing a piece of meat from the slaughterhouse. He was caught in public, and he wrote a self-criticism and pasted it on the wall.Probably feeling ashamed to be a human being, he drank yellow vine water the next day.It's as simple as that.Simple things cannot be clearly explained by Maqiao people, and they become more and more ambiguous in a way of gardenia and lylly flowers, which only proves that Maqiao people cannot accept this fact, or are unwilling to accept such simple things. fact.Perhaps, they feel that there are more unspeakable facts besides each link of the facts, and many of their words are scrambled by those invisible facts.Destruction and decomposition can only make a bull's head unsuitable for a horse's mouth.

Zhongqi wrote down countless "consents" with a pen, and the last "consent" was approved by Shangdi on her self-criticism letter for stealing meat, and posted on the wall to make it public.During the self-criticism, he called himself a thief, a shameless guy, a reactionary who was ashamed of the party and the government and his ancestors.Some words are written too far, which can make people imagine the degree of panic at that time.In fact, throughout his life, he has known too many other people's secrets, and known too many evil deeds that have been concealed from far and near, but he has always kept himself safe and dared not take a single straw.Has his duty brought him any good?No.He was abandoned by batches of people whom he knew so well and dismissed, and watched them get rich, but his own life became more and more tight, and the lard jars didn't even smell bad.Does he need a change?In my imagination, he walked into the slaughterhouse, took out his empty pockets, breathed in the fiery festive atmosphere, and finally decided to start changing himself on a piece of meat.It's a pity that he didn't get the meat, but he only got the infinite humiliation under the accusation of everyone.

So what should he do? Should he continue his duty, or continue his non-duty? If he were still in front of me, if he asked me such a question, I would probably hesitate for a moment.It's hard for me to give an either/or answer.At this time, I may secretly feel that a gardenia-jasmine trance is overwhelming me.