Chapter 2 Chapter 1 (Part 1)

Chapter 1 (Part 1) Wang Er worked as a worker in a tofu factory in Beijing when he was young.That place is a large courtyard, and people say it used to be the guild hall of a certain province.That is to say, when the city of Beijing was a city surrounded by gray bricks, a group of officials and businessmen from a certain province pooled some money to build this courtyard for the Juren who came to Beijing to take the exam.This thing is too old.It is a gray courtyard with fine bricks and fine tiles, very old; there used to be a tall gatehouse, and there used to be a horse post in front of the gate, but it disappeared later, only a concrete gate post. There is an iron fence gate, and there is a short road inside the gate, for cars transporting tofu to enter and exit.On the side of the road, there is a car shed made of iron sheets, where workers put their bicycles when they go to work.There is a small red brick house at the end of the shed. It smells bad in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and there is an ever-burning lamp in it, no matter it is night or day. There is a toilet there.For a while, someone painted nude paintings on the wall inside, and they said it was painted by Wang Er.

When Wang Er was a worker in a tofu factory, the winter smog in Beijing was purple because there were millions of small coal stoves in the city, emitting soot laced with sulfur dioxide.As the sunlight struggles through this soot, it leaves other colors in the zenith.The color was similar to the smoke he had seen as a child.For colors, Wang Er has a particularly good memory.But whether you believe it or not, he is actually colorblind.If he had known that he was colorblind, he would not have learned to paint, which would save him a lot of trouble. When Wang Er was a worker in a tofu factory, everyone did not know that he was colorblind and that he would not be able to be a painter in the future.Instead, they only knew that the fingers of his right hand were always black, while others were not.This shows that only he often draws sketches with charcoal sticks, while others do not.And the nude painting on the toilet wall was drawn with charcoal sticks.In addition, although the nude woman painted on the white wall is a line drawing, there are only a few lines that can be counted, but those lines are very sophisticated, and it is obvious that it can only be drawn by frequent drawing.These things are enough to prove that he painted these pictures.After the woman was drawn, she has been living in peace with the people who go to the toilet.It wasn't until someone added a hairy organ and a name to it with a thin pencil that the problem became serious.From his point of view, the original painter and the later adder are obviously not the same person.But no one listened to those words.They repainted the wall of the toilet, but a few days later, someone drew such a woman in the toilet, and immediately someone added the same thing, which is simply mischief.You have to know that the name they put next to that woman is "Old Lu", and Lao Lu is the name of the head of the factory (director of the Revolutionary Committee).This old Lu was forty-five or sixteen years old at the time, chubby, and his cheeks were as red as if he had applied rouge, but nothing had been applied.She talks like a fight, and sometimes her hair stands on end like a peacock spreading its tail.She is the leader, that is to say, she was sent from above.With her or without her, it's the same miscellaneous curd, selling tofu.But no one wants to fall into her hands.At that time, there was no evidence that Wang Er had painted the painting, so she would often pounce on Wang Er, trying to tear his face off.Fortunately, there is always someone nearby at this time, who can stop her.Then she spit at Wang Er.It takes a certain amount of practice and lung capacity to vomit accurately, and Lao Lu does not have this condition, so he seldom vomits on Wang Er, and he vomits on other people.

The woman in the toilet is painted above the urinal, sitting on her knees and raising her hands behind her head, a bit like the Danish mermaid commemorating Andersen, but her hands are raised behind her head again, in a posture of dressing up.The hairy organ is painted on the belly, which is completely out of place.This shows that the people who randomly added to this painting lack basic knowledge of human anatomy—if Lao Lu's part really grows so high, it will add a lot of difficulties to her life.The person who came in peed under her, looked up to see her after peeing, and did a few dossos at the same time.Then I packed my clothes and went out.I guess that during those few doosos, the unknown artist drew the woman - it took less than five seconds in total, but these five seconds could almost make Wang Er's life bad.

Wang Er worked as a worker in a tofu factory in 1973. At that time, the city of Beijing looked very dilapidated because the people in the city wore shabby clothes.At that time, there was no such thing as being fashionable or romantic, and no one had much wealth.There's no pop music, no movies to watch, and in the midst of boredom, everyone wants to trouble everyone else. 1973 has long passed, and obscene paintings in toilets are a very common thing, and people like Lao Lu are nothing new.So when we see the above discussion, it is like looking at an outdated news picture, and we don't find it attractive.There is only one circumstance that would change this, that is, that Wang Er happens to be you.Take that into account and it makes all the difference.

2 When I was little I wanted to be a painter, but I didn't because I was colorblind.I often suspect that I have various problems, and my suspicions are always wrong. For example, I have suspected that I have mental illness, sleepwalking, etc., but I am not right.So the correct way to doubt is: when you want to be a painter, suspect that you are color blind; when you want to be a musician, suspect that you are deaf; if you want to be a thinker, suspect that you are a fool.If you didn't have that flaw, you wouldn't want to be that kind of person.Of course, I wanted to be a painter for reasons other than color blindness.I will talk about these situations slowly.

A few years ago, we traveled to Europe in the summer.I was a student at the time, and I went out to play during the summer vacation. My wife, who was also a student, went with me.I have also been a worker, a teacher, etc., but the longest one was a student.We visited various places, and finally arrived in Belgium. There is a modern art gallery in Brussels. Although we don't understand modern paintings at all, we still have to visit them to show that we are educated people.The gallery was built underground, like a large well, with a spiral corridor leading from the top to the bottom of the well.I walked down the corridor, on the left was a transparent glass wall, and on the right was a white wall with those modern paintings hanging on the wall.I walked in front of Dali's paintings and looked at his paintings of towers in mid-air, people and horses with slender lower limbs stretching to the clouds.At this time, my right hand suddenly convulsed, and my index finger went left and right, I don't know what happened.I found out later that it was struggling to write a traditional Chinese character.I have had this kind of problem before, and when I dream, I often dream that there is a word for on the red brick wall, like a huge bull's head.Later, I sat in that gallery for a long time and remembered something from my childhood.When I was a child, I lived in a university. One morning I ran out of the house and saw big slogans written in white powder on brick walls everywhere, "For 1070". I remember the appearance of these words very clearly, even I remember all the pink ideas around me very clearly, but I didn't know any of them at the time.I remember that the word for is like the head of an ox, and the word for is like the tail of an ox.If you think about the origin of the ox head and ox tail, you will think of those colorful little picture books at home.I walked along those brick walls to the east playground of the school, where there were many giants coming and going, with helmets on their heads and spears in their hands.I still remember that the sky was purple, and there was a voice that kept coming down from the sky, tearing the eardrums, so I stood down from time to time, covered my ears, and blocked the sound out.I still remember several times someone told me that it is dangerous for children to go home.Generally speaking, I am very timid, and I will hide when I hear danger, but there are exceptions, and that is in my dreams.Never once did I dream that I didn't kill a few people.At that time, I decided that it was an interesting dream, so I laughed and walked forward, walking into that wonderful world.To be honest, what I saw later was very similar to Dali's painting.In fact, Dali had never been to China in 1958, nor had he seen a large-scale steel smelting.But although he hadn't seen the Great Iron and Steel Smelting, he might have seen others.From this, I have a concept of surrealism, that is, some people have a crooked time tunnel with their childhood.Of course, this cannot be said to be blunt, and it would be boring to put it bluntly.

In 1958, I went to the playground and walked among some strange buildings. There were many strange-shaped yellow chimneys on the top of those buildings, emitting purple smoke.The smoke rose into the sky and mixed with the purple of the sky.This gave me a surreal idea that the sky was coming out of the chimney.But I'm not Dali, and I can't paint a sky from a chimney on canvas.Added to this, there was a mysterious buzzing sound, as if I was among thousands of flying dung beetles.Later, when I went to this square again, these grotesque scenes disappeared, and only the flat square remained. I have never heard the sound of tearing eardrums from the sky.Following the strange sound of that voice, many people and I rushed to the front of a strange house. Someone pierced a hole in the wall with a long gun, and picked out a strange red thing from the inside. It looks like a Saqima, but also looks like cow dung. If you are far away from it, you will feel your face burning, and all the people around it will be ecstatic—this scene is very similar to a primitive ceremony.Now I know that it is the steel produced by large-scale steel smelting, and it is composed of fragments of pig iron pots. ——My elder brother was in elementary school at the time, and he would often rush into a nearby farmer's house with a group of children of the same age, yelling "big steel smelting", and took away the iron pot for cooking, and left the poor A dime, and the iron pot was taken to the square and smashed—it was scattered on the ground like broken glass when it was not tempered, but it stuck together after being tempered.But at the time I thought I was dreaming, so I was ecstatic—although there were many people around me, I felt that I was the only one who was ecstatic, because since it was a dream, everyone else was fake, and only I was real.This kind of ecstasy is exactly the same as what Dali painted on the canvas.I was extremely disappointed when I found out that other people had also experienced steelmaking.

Later in a gallery in Brussels, I saw a Dali painting with a bare-bottomed figure jumping for joy in the lower left corner.That person was probably himself.Although I haven't been to Spain, I know that there are a lot of weird-looking towers there, and there are some carnivals that collectively go crazy, and everyone dresses up weirdly when the time comes.So maybe when he saw some strange sight when he was three years old, he thought he had a strange dream and was very happy.The concept of carnival is not difficult, and it can be understood by the age of four or five.What does it mean to smelt steel, even when you are a teenager, you can't understand it.I was born in 1952 and 16 in 1958, and I was living in a university at that time.So I can't understand that the loudspeaker is the loudspeaker, the blower is the buzzer, and 10.7 million tons of steel are smelted in 1070. Those giants are some college students, and the long guns in their hands are used for steelmaking Steel brazing, as for the small soil group and the small foreign group that screamed out, it is even more impossible for me to understand; what's more, what happened that day had no beginning and no end, and the later things disappeared in memory, and it was more like a dream.It wasn't until I was twenty years old, facing a scar on my forearm, that I fully remembered it.That day, after I had finished watching the tapping, I walked back and fell on the edge of the steel pile. A piece of pot stubble in the steel ingot nearly split my little arm in half.This incident was too tragic, so I couldn't stay in memory, which is called repression in Freud's terms.After pressing it for more than ten years, I remembered it again. Not only did I bleed a lot that day, but my father took me to the hospital by holding my ears.I don't blame him for that.Our family has many children, if everyone cuts their arms, there will be no money for food.Afterwards I kept thinking, hours and hours in the furnaces, and the splinters would cut my hand, and those furnaces were cool enough from a metallurgical point of view.For this reason, I asked a professor of metallurgy whether a 58-year-old open hearth furnace can make steel.At the beginning, he told me that it was possible, because as long as pure oxygen is used instead of cold air, and high-quality coke is burned instead of coal dust, the temperature of steelmaking can be reached. temperature, the earthen furnace is about to melt.Although the open hearth is stained with the word "soil", the soil is not refractory clay, it is made of bricks.Those strange-looking chimneys on the top are rough pottery pipes, which are used to build sewers when they are not made of steel, and they go to the sky when they are made of steel.Everyone has a sense of shame. As soon as the big iron and steel smelting was over, people dismantled the furnace and flattened the ground, making it seem like nothing happened.But there are still some traces to be found. In some remote places in the yard, some brick piles can be found among the weeds. The reef of the shell - which shows that a cool stove can also burn out bricks.These grotesque bricks are extremely impressive.I also found something like this in that gallery.We all have memories like this, but no one mentions or draws them, so we forget them.When I think of these things, it shows that I have enough energy to be a painter.And for a person like me who had such a weird childhood, I really can't think of anything more suitable than being a painter.But I didn't qualify as a painter because I'm colorblind.No one knew this before I was twenty-six, not even myself.That means I'm not colorblind at all, just a little bit.But the doctor checked it out.So instead of doing art, I turned to math

3 There is a tall tower in the factory, and Wang Er grinds soybean milk in the house on top of the tower.Later, he was no longer in the tofu factory, and he often dreamed of that tower.If Freud were to talk about it, what this means is self-evident, not to mention the snow-white soybean milk always coming down from the top of the tower and flowing to various workshops.Soy milk is to a tofu factory what tap water is to a city.In fact, there is no need for Freud at all. Everyone knows what the tower looks like. Some people say: The tower in our factory looks like a denjiu, which means that you should wear a pair of underpants on this tower.The ladder leading to the tower is a scaffolding ladder for climbing the chimney, because all the workers working on the tower are young men.The pipelines for sending soybean milk are set in the air and on the roof, along which they extend in all directions in the factory like soybean milk, so he rarely comes down to the ground. This reminds people of the late Italian writer Italo Calvino's novel "In the Tree The Climbing Baron - I have never tired of reading the works of this author.Seeing this scene in the ground, Lao Lu yelled at the top of his voice, telling Wang Er to come down.But Wang Er ignored her, because the pipe was either frozen or blocked in cold weather, and he was rushing to unclog it.When she saw Wang Er walking through the pipeline across the compound, she always had a glimmer of hope, hoping that Wang Er would slip and fall and be caught by her.But he's been walking on it for years and never stumbled.It's just that I lose my balance occasionally, and at most I just take a few steps like throwing a bowling ball, which is far from falling.If she could do it, she would pick coals and beat him.But how high can a fat woman in a Chinese padded jacket throw stones in the middle of winter.The most intimidating thing she could do was to poke his leg with a long-stemmed feather duster, so Wang Er had no choice but to retreat to the original roof.But after a while, someone in the opposite workshop would knock on the pipe desperately, shouting why the soy milk still hasn't come.Under such circumstances, Lao Lu had no choice but to put away his long pole and let him pass—in any case, she is also the director of the revolutionary committee in the factory, and she dare not go too far, so that the factory cannot produce tofu, but tofu can be produced. Whether it can be made or not depends on whether Wang Er can walk over and clear the pipeline so that the soy milk can flow through.Except for Lao Lu, Wang Er and everyone in the factory told him that he had never painted those paintings.Originally, Wang Er could have said this to Lao Lu, but he didn't have the courage to stand in front of her.He thought, she can't catch me anyway, so let her shout down there.

There is still something to be added about this matter.Wang Er is a small guy, only over twenty years old, he has long sideburns, his face is covered with wrinkles, but there are no horizontal ones, all vertical ones, natural curly hair, dark complexion , with bumps on his face.His face was so fierce that he couldn't laugh even if he wanted to, and he had two felted black eyebrows.In winter, he wore a set of black leather clothes worn by motorcycle telegraphers to climb pipelines, as if he was walking on flat ground.Others feel a little unnatural when they are on all fours, but he looks relaxed and natural, and even feels natural when he puts his feet in front of his nose.Climbing down quickly in a circle, there is no soil on the knees.This gives a feline impression.These grotesques made him a villain, a notion he himself more or less accepted.

People said that Lao Lu used to work in a higher-level agency, and because she made everyone uncomfortable there, she was put here as the factory director.When she wanted to catch Wang Er, she always got up early every morning and waited at the gate of the factory, but it was too cold in the morning, so she sat in the reception room.Wang Er rode his bicycle to work, always saving his energy, and waited until the gate of the factory to ride the bicycle to a fast speed. At the same time, he rang the bell and shouted: "Get out of the way!"When she ran out of the house and told Wang Er to stop and someone stopped him, he had already disappeared into the corridor of the factory in a flash.When she chased her to the foot of the soybean milk tower, Wang Erzao climbed up the scaffolding ladder.This tower has only such a difficult ladder to climb up, and then there is a screw elevator for transporting beans.If she came up by the elevator, she would be twisted and twisted, thin and long, like a Christmas candle, so Wang Er was safe on it.As for her yelling below, Wang Er can pretend not to hear.The only thing to worry about is that she catches Wang Er on the ground, it's like a wild boar catches a hound, it's impossible in an open place.But the factory is not empty, it is a formation of nine palaces and eight trigrams.In the past, if a house was built with a straight door and a straight road, others would say that it was not built well.It is the smallest yard, and there is a screen wall at the entrance to increase its twists and turns.So when Wang Er went to work in the morning, if he hadn't met Lao Lu and got rid of her, every time he came to a dangerous turn, he would stop and review the terrain and features in front of him, thinking about what if Lao Lu was hiding behind the wall , What should I do, I will move forward after thinking about it.Because of these mental preparations, when Lao Lu was stuck in the back seat of the car and said triumphantly, "I've got you!", he never panicked.At these times, he is often not riding on the bike, but standing on the bike, with one foot on the seat and the other on the handle, as if he is doing acrobatics.As soon as she grabbed the back seat, Wang Er just jumped up, caught the pipe crossing in mid-air, flipped up very smartly, and said to passers-by in the air: Master Xu, please show me the bicycle.Lao Lu said bitterly to Master Xu from below that if Wang Er was caught one day, he would have to bite him.Meanwhile, her hair stood up from behind her nape, like a rickshaw with its shed open.Everyone thinks Lao Lu is troublesome because of her eccentric temper.But no one thought she was a badass because she was an old woman in her forties.There can be no villains among such people. 4 In 1958, I ran out of the house alone, fell by the "steel" pile, and cut my arm.When I got up, I happened to see a big opening in my forearm, and some white, slippery and shiny things were exposed inside, and it took a long time before it was flooded with blood.As a six-year-old child, of course it is impossible to understand what it is, so I always thought that my body was covered with white, slippery, sticky things like wet cotton wool, and I was not surprised when I was a teenager with nocturnal emission, because it It's just that what's inside is leaking out.It wasn't until I learned painting and read a few anatomy books that I realized that what I was seeing was my own fascia.Fascia only grows in a few places, not all over the body.But when my father dragged me to the colonel's hospital, and when the doctor sewed me up with thick needles and heavy threads, I was thinking about being a wet quilt cover, and I was so dazed that I forgot to cry.The doctor looked at it and said with concern: "Old Wang, is there anything wrong with this child's brain?"My dad said no, he was always dumbfounded, and he hit me on the head as he said it, which made me wow.Then I saw my dad rubbing his hands excitedly and saying: See, I will cry—it’s good.Later, I saw the paper clip going in and out of my flesh, and the howling sound was louder than louder. He thought it was too noisy, so he hit me again on the head, and the crying sound became quieter, and I started to think again. I am a quilt problem.My father gave birth to six children in a short period of time. As the saying goes, if the radish is about to die, you don't need to wash the mud. As long as you can cry with a chestnut on the head, he is very satisfied.This incident shows that the appearance is dull and simple, but the heart is sentimental, pessimistic and world-weary-these are my nature.But even though I was world-weary at the time, I never thought that there would be such a thing as color blindness. The university I lived in when I was a child is very different from the Museum of Modern Art I visited in Brussels.The former is a big square courtyard, and the concrete buildings inside are also square. The roads in the campus are horizontal and vertical, lacking in poetry.The Belgian Museum of Modern Art is a deep underground well, and the gallery is like a spiral staircase extending down the well wall.There is a fountain under the well and a lovely lawn.Although these two places are so different, they are inextricably linked in my mind because of Dali and Dasteel. In 1958, I also saw some other scenes. For example, the experimental field planted on the illuminated stadium. The light was always on. It is said that it is good for the growth of crops, but it attracts mosquitoes and moths from all over the world. It formed a dozen rotating beams of light, which was spectacular; there were also terrifying rhetoric coming from the radio speakers.But these are not important, the important thing is that the big steel smelter in the square and I cut my arm.It all started with a huge cut on my wrist.Later I started to learn painting, intending to be a painter, because otherwise it would not be enough to express the grotesque in my heart-I wonder if Dali became a painter for the same reason.As for me being colorblind, I haven't found out yet.Not only that, but I also think that my color perception is better than everyone else.Take a carrot as an example. I was told it looked like an orange bump, but I didn't see it that way.It is translucent, covered with a layer of lavender light on the outside, and a layer of light yellow on the inside.Further inside, right up to the heart of the carrot, it is all cold blue.That seems right to me, the carrots are cold.A carrot drawn like this says it all.Some say Impressionism, some say Picasso's blue period, some say bourgeois decadence, but nobody says it's a carrot.In 1977, when I went to the Academy of Fine Arts, the teachers talked about it like this.If I pretended to be advanced and sat on the side without saying a word, I would probably have passed the exam.As bad as it was, I went and told them that's what carrots look like to my eyes.Later, some genius came up with the idea and asked me to go to the hospital to have my eyes checked.When I came back from the investigation, the teachers rolled with laughter and kicked me out.In fact, it's just a color identification card from the ophthalmology department. I didn't recognize a few of them.I can also draw a set of cards so that no one can recognize them. My color perception is like this: I see that the purple layer on the outside of the carrot is ultraviolet rays, and the blue in my heart is infrared rays.Only that layer of faint yellow is visible light.In radio terms, my eyes have a wide frequency band.Just because I can see everything, everything is so-so. In radio terms, the gain of my eyes is not large enough in the frequency band of visible light-if the eyes are a pair of antennas.People like me are really not suitable to be painters: ultraviolet and infrared painters, like ultrasonic musicians, have no future.But my eyesight is not bad, because I can see ultraviolet rays, so some clothing materials are almost transparent to me, wearing it is the same as wearing nothing.In summer, I can feast my eyes; and instead of widening my eyes to see, I can see more clearly by squinting them.My wife must not know this, otherwise she will force me to wear sunglasses, or seal my eyes with dog skin plaster, give me a white walking stick, and make me walk like a blind man.My art career is over, but not because I'm colorblind.This is because I don't want to draw anymore.Also because people didn't give me a chance to paint what I saw.If they give me the chance, I can see ultraviolet and infrared through my eyes. 5 Lao Lu always wanted to catch Wang Er, but he was always unsuccessful.Her best achievement was catching one of his shoes.That time was very dangerous, because she hid in the corner under the tower and waited. When Wang Er saw her, she was already very close.Wang Er had no choice but to jump up on the bicycle seat, grabbed the ladder pedals above it, and let the brand-new bicycle fall to the ground with a clatter.Just like that, she almost grabbed his ankle by her, and she ripped off his shoes.Later, she hung the Jiefang shoe on the half of the flagpole in front of the office to show off her victory, and announced that no one would give it to anyone who wanted it, and Wang Er had to come and get it himself.But when he got off work, he was riding a bicycle, holding the handlebar in one hand and a long bamboo pole in the other, and picked up the shoes with one stroke.At that time, he was lucky to be unharmed, and even his shoes were not lost, but Wang Er was afraid that one day he would bump his mouth on the iron ladder, and he had other worries, for example, he was afraid that he would knock down a pregnant woman while riding a fast car in a factory. (At that time, there were several people who came to work with big bellies) Wait, so Wang Er changed his bike to the winery next door and climbed over the wall from there.There is an alley between the winery and the tofu factory, but there is still a pipe for sending steam in midair.Wang Er walked over from above.The bad thing is that there are always old men walking around in the alley, and when they see Wang Er, they say: He is such a big man, and he is shabby. At this time, Wang Er had to pretend not to hear. In the end, Wang Er was annoyed by Lao Lu's pursuit, so he decided not to run away, and walked in slowly from the gate pushing his bicycle, thinking: If she dares to bite me, I will beat her.But after she made up her mind, Lao Lu never came to chase after Wang Er again, and even when they met face to face at the gate, she refused to pounce on him, but turned her face to talk to others.This kind of thing is really strange.When Wang Er ran away desperately before, he thought about many "lucky things": fortunately he went to work in mid-air, fortunately he liked to climb trees and climb houses since he was a child, fortunately he was a gymnast in middle school and could play horizontal bars, etc. Lu caught it.Later, Wang Er discovered that it was not a bad thing at all: if he could not climb trees to climb houses, play horizontal bars, and escape to the sky, then Wang Er would have stood on the ground early, clenched his fists, thinking that if Lao Lu If he dared to grab his collar, he would punch her in the face and open her fat face.If it was the latter case, the problem would have been solved long ago, and there is no need to actually fight.These fortunes and misfortunes, coupled with the extremely complicated causal relationship, simply made him dizzy. This chased story happened to me.It was 1974, the air was filthy in winter, and there was hardly anything to tell except pictures of pornography in toilets and various political campaigns.And political campaigns are like the weather in the sky, and it's meaningless to talk too much.At that time, the city walls of Beijing had been torn down, and the old city became barren. There was a lack of young people in the city, and life like this was very boring.I was twenty-two at the time, a hairy young man.Maybe it was because of this that Lao Lu decided to catch me.During that time, I often hid on the roof, but I always had to go to the ground several times a month, for example, to sign to receive wages, to go to the labor union to collect movie tickets, and so on.As long as you escape into the accountant's office and lock the door, you will be safe. Danger always occurs on this road, because you will definitely meet Lao Lu.Every day when it comes to expenses, there are always many people waiting at the door of the accounting office to watch the excitement.On such a day, Lao Lu's face must be several times redder than usual, and his hair looks like it has been popped by a popcorn machine-when attacking the enemy, the face of the baboon will also turn red, and the cobra will also blow its cheeks; It's important, don't be moved by it, the important thing is to watch her attack route.If she stares at my chest, she wants to grab my collar; if she looks down, she wants to hug my legs.No matter where she wants to attack, when she rushes over, you have to meet her.At the moment of meeting head-on, if she raises her hand to grab the collar, I will lean down and crawl under her ribs; if she is short and wants to hug her legs, I will press her shoulders and use a horse jumping motion to jump over her head. A somersault over.At that time, Lao Lu caught Wang Er was a scene in our factory, and it appeared several times a month.But that was a long time ago. There is a lot to add about the tofu factories I have stayed in.It is in a small alley in the southern city of Beijing. Although the alley has been widened and paved with asphalt, there are still many dilapidated houses on the side of the road, and the doors of the houses open to the street.Although there are a few pieces of glass on the window, there is still window paper pasted on the panes in the unimportant places.The foundations of those houses were lower than the street level, giving people an unusually low impression, and the dry hairy grass on the roof seemed to be right in front of them.There are two concrete pillars erected at the gate of our factory, which are extremely ugly.Inside there was an extremely vicious old Lu waiting to catch me.All this gave me the feeling that I was reincarnated in the wrong life.Although all this may not be too bad compared with others, it can be said that I was not mentally prepared for these things that happened later.When I was young, I never imagined that there would be such a yard full of crushed coal that was rotting inside, let alone that there would be an old Lu here who wanted to bite me.