Chapter 8 smiley face

One of the great rewards of going to the countryside is to see many special smiling faces, which are natural and diverse.Almost every laugh burst out, in small shops, on village roads, on ferries, and in caravans.Describing these laughs is more difficult.I can't find the right word in the common vocabulary, I can only imagine the laugh of a tiger, the laugh of a frog, the laugh of a goat, the laugh of a chub, the laugh of a mule... Oh yes, many The laughter of the mountain people is so chaotic, which is a bit shocking at first glance, but a kind of wild reckless behavior, a kind of original rebelliousness, soon made me sincerely happy.

In contrast, the smiles in the city have been averaged, with some kind of similarity and convergence.Especially under the discipline of popular culture, television, campuses, streets, magazine covers, social places, etc. have all become molds for making expressions.Even in some small and medium-sized towns, the girls' flying waves may have the size and style of Hollywood, which always makes people feel familiar.Boys may grin and stick their thumbs and index fingers to their chins, imitating a Hong Kong and Taiwan star's smile--I have seen this popular trick several times in a while.Unfortunately, a child in the park laughed at the camera, and the mother next to him stomped anxiously: "What's wrong? Number five smiles! Number five!"

The child was so frightened that he quickly closed his mouth and nose, and straightened his expression. People in the mountains are far away from "No. 5" or "No. 3", and they don't often face the camera's rectification requirements, and they gather less and disperse more on weekdays, lacking the mutual infection and imitation of smiles.The expressions of doing their own thing come from the lonely valley, and most of them are facial reactions to animals, plants, land and sky, rather than muscle expressions when communicating with the same kind. To some extent, they are still in a state of anarchy and authority, and have not yet been recognized by the " Rationalization” was collected in a unified manner, lacking the order and guidance of the mass media.They may not have the freedom to travel far and get rich, but they never lack the freedom of expression.Unrestrained smile lines bloom at any time, which is enough to enrich our memory of smiles.

I suspect that after living here for a while, will I laugh in the mirror and smell the smell of pumpkin or stone, which will make me feel strange? 09 quasi-uniform I went to the countryside with my wife, sister and brother-in-law—they retired from a large company in Sichuan Province, and this time they came to work in agriculture together.Although they do not have local educated youths, they have participated in "social education" and supporting agriculture in the countryside during their college days, so they are not completely unfamiliar with the countryside. The villagers are a little curious about our wasteland reclamation, they criticize our actions but praise our work efficiency, doubt our reasons but participate in our planning.Some even picked pig manure and grass ash for us.Seeing the yellow shoes on our feet, they looked so surprised.I just noticed that this kind of shoes are no longer seen under their feet.Even an old farmer often wears a pair of leather shoes when going out—although the leather shoes may be covered with dust or even pig manure, and they are as worn out as salted fish.Of course, young women are more particular. If they are not high-heeled shoes, they must be platform shoes-the Japanese style with brick-thick soles.It may not be long before they will keep their eyes on suspender dresses, backless dresses, nail polish, eye mascara, etc., and each body will be fully renovated and upgraded, ready to step on the red carpet of the VIP dinner at any time.

Ready-to-wear suits are so cheap now that they have become popular among most young and middle-aged men and have become a kind of rural quasi-uniform.However, wearing uniforms to pick manure or firewood, cast nets or feed pigs, the clothes and body shapes are always awkward, and the cutting lines and movements are always in conflict.Needless to say, shoulder pads and cufflinks are useless, and it makes no sense to replace lightness with straightness.If you frequently use the cuffs to wipe sweat, use the corner of the clothes to wipe the chimney, and then add a waist bib under the suit, or add a sunshade hat to the suit, things will be even more nonsensical.Fortunately, this is a year that anything goes.Since people in the city can sing Peking Opera as rock and roll, and bring dead babies and toilets into art exhibitions, why can’t people in the mountains make their suits compatible with bibs and bamboo hats?Could it be that only petty bourgeoisie are allowed to set fire and farmers are not allowed to light lamps?

Lao Wu always wears such a dress.It must have not been changed and washed for several days, and it must have been worn too multifunctional. His suit is already like a hard armor, and it is an adult armor put on a doll, and the armor is as long as knee pads.I asked him why he bought it so big.He said excitedly: "The big and small sizes are all the same price. I'll buy the big one, it's a good deal!" He was just trying to save a few inches of cloth when buying clothes. On the Dragon Boat Festival, I was invited to the county seat to participate in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to Qu Yuan.I didn't know until I got there that, as one of the honored guests, I had to wear a suit that my family didn't have.The owner was very enthusiastic, and immediately borrowed a set from a certain photo studio and asked me to change it temporarily.It's a pity that this set is too small, and when it is tied around my body, it not only binds me into a rice dumpling, but also makes me sweat profusely from the heat. It seems that I feel unspeakably nervous and ashamed when I face Qu Yuan.

The Taiwanese poet Mr. Yu Guangzhong and the Hunan writer Mr. Tan Tan all looked at me with sympathy for my sweating profusely.I don't know who handed me a tissue to wipe my sweat. I could only smile wryly: "Qu Yuan is a foreigner, right? Otherwise, why do everyone wear suits to see him?" They laughed it off.