Chapter 2 Standing at thirty【2】

"So don't try to mess up the school. Let me tell you clearly, I am not the only one who has the final say in this school. It's useless for you to talk to me. Even if you really get it right, it's no good I have written your political appraisal, do you want to listen to it!'Comrade Wang Er has bad conduct. He is politically reactionary, he is foolish in his work, and he has bad conduct in life. Forever. How? Do you want to take it and go?" The headmaster grinned grimly at me, making my hair stand on end.I had no choice but to beg him in a low voice: "Principal, how could your old man treat me like this. I really want to learn well. I'm not talented enough to learn well. Well, I'll take this report back and rewrite it. Xu Yu and I have to take care of it. You still want me What are you doing? Tell me clearly, don’t play tricks.”

"If you really want to learn well, change your mouth first. Is the attitude you spoke just now like the attitude of the teacher and the principal 7" "Understood. Next time I come to your place, it will be like saying goodbye to a dead body. What else?" "We need to participate in political studies! You are the head teacher of the Third B of Agriculture, do you know?" "What is Nong Sanyi? It's like the name of pesticide. Okay, I get it. Go talk to the students on Wednesday afternoon. What good will you do for me by doing this! Let me go abroad?"

"You have a good idea! The Political Department reported that you have reactionary remarks. What did you say at the last teachers' meeting criticizing spiritual pollution?" "I read an article at that meeting, it was too obscene, saying that jeans should not be worn. Criticism of spiritual pollution is a serious matter and cannot be vulgarized. It is said that jeans are not ventilated, they wrap girls' genitals, and they will become moldy Let me ask, who is moldy? How did you see it? Chinese people have moldy after wearing them for a few days, don’t those cowboys in the United States grow mushrooms?”

"Your way of thinking is too one-sided. You have to look at the problem comprehensively. When foreign messy things come in, you have to resist. Besides, what's so good about those jeans? I can't see it." "You wear a three-foot trouser waist, which looks like a big radish. Of course you can't wear it. People with thin waists look good in it--well, let's not argue about this. Let's say it is moldy. We can improve it and install it on the trousers. A small fan powered by batteries. If it’s a good idea, we’ll make a lot of money by exporting it. If it doesn’t sell, the person who wrote the article will lose money, so let him talk nonsense, that’s what I said.”

"That's wrong! I made the article read. At that time, there were female teachers in our school who wore that thing. I want to remind everyone: Now I'm talking about the problem of not dressing properly, and I don't care if I wear it again. Of course, it doesn't matter if it's moldy or not." You're an expert, but don't talk nonsense. Do you understand?" "One thing I don't understand. Why are you staring at me like this 7" "This is strange. I care about you and love you." "Why do you care about me!" "Okay, let's say a few words that are not on the agenda. The school is now in the entrepreneurial stage and needs entrepreneurs. Everyone has opinions on you, but this is how I see it: No matter how many problems you have, Wang Er, anyway, you are capable, And willing to work. As long as you have these two, even if you have a blue face and teeth, I will. How many young people are willing to work? This is from my point of view. From your point of view, How do I treat you? The ancients also said a kindness of knowing you! You went to work for Lao Lu outside the school. How did he benefit you? He didn’t even say a word to you when he went abroad. But I said so many good things about you at the school affairs meeting: Lao Lu How many wishes did Lu make to you? Has he fulfilled it? Irresponsible. I put this here: As long as you perform well, I will give you priority in any opportunity. Other young people are more likely to flatter you than you. I don't even think about it. Because I think you are a talent. Do you understand?"

So I get it.I said how could there be such a principal in the world!It turned out to be like this.It turns out that I am a talent!I admit that he can appreciate it, and I have to show some conscience.I am determined not to go to the mining institute. I took the students to visit that morning, and everyone was waiting for me in high spirits.I took this group of people to the reception room to wait for the bus, and called the breeding station of the reception unit center by myself.There is a classmate of mine as the director. "Breeding station? I'm looking for director Guo. No! I don't give anything...I'm not interested in myself...We have both male and female. Guo Er, we are going. It's not a solar term, I can only watch Looks good. Who answered the phone just now?"

"I have no decent people here. Wang Er, come here. If it is not in season, we can artificially aphrodisiac. All the animals here have been injected with injections, and they are all going to rebel! I designed an artificial sow and used electronic technology. , the boars are not happy to come down!" "Don't make too many artificial ones. We are basic courses, not so specialized." "There are natural ones too. I have a little male donkey from Yunnan. It's as big as a dog, but its penis is bigger than that of a Guanzhong donkey. Everyone who sees it laughs. Come here!"

"Don't yell like that, I have a large group of students here, everyone you yelled heard." "Hey, you're getting serious too, who are you kidding me? I still want to learn skills with you!" "You're getting worse and worse! Students, plug your ears. Okay, don't say much. See you in half an hour." Putting down the phone, I muttered in my heart.I shouldn't be taking students to a stud station, it looks like I'm not serious.After waiting for a long time, the car still hasn't come.Just as I was about to send someone to remind me, Mr. Liu, the director of the Department of Agriculture, came.He pouted like sucking on a pacifier:

"I'm sorry Mr. Wang, I'm sorry students, our car plan has been cancelled. Please go back to the classroom for class. Visit next week." "Director Liu, you are also an agronomist, what kind of joke is this! This season, the breeding needs to be artificially aphrodisiac, and it will come and go, so how do you ask others to give in to the donkey! Well, I won't say anything when you come. Call the breeding station." The phone got through, and when Guo Er heard that we were going next week, he called: "Fart, fart, I won't accept you next week. Is this breeding station for you?" After speaking, he hung up with a snap.I said to Mr. Liu: "Listen, what people say about me! The breeding station opened for me. What have I become? Students, we can't go. We will have an exam next week."

The students clamored and some called for a strike.No one can take it anymore by blocking the school gate and booing, so I hurriedly said: "Go! Let's walk. The female students and the sick and wounded don't go. We have to walk six or seven miles after getting off the bus. We will take slides. I'll show you." That doesn't make sense.There is a member of the school team in the class who hurt his leg playing football, and came here on crutches today just to watch the breeding.The students want to carry him, which is nonsense.I said to Mr. Liu: "Look, should a small car be sent? At least the wounded soldiers must be recovered."

"Mr. Wang, it's not that I don't send a car! Our department is not as ignorant as some people - isn't that a joke for those who study agriculture and don't visit the breeding station? The General Affairs Office said that there is nothing to do without a car. These people are really stupid. Without saying hello first." "Really? I don't believe it. Look at mine." He picked up the phone and called the driver class, "Who are you? Pony? Get out the big car for me. I'll show the students around." "Wang Er, is the car you want? Our director is blind. So, let's take the cab, okay?" "No! Let someone else take the truck, I want a big car." "Our chief told us to hide the big car out of sight. He wants to use it. Let's save face for him, shall we?" "Then what about my face? Whose face do you think is important?" "Of course it's Wang Er. Wang Er is the eldest brother! The car will be here soon." Mr. Liu didn't leave, and he didn't seem to believe that the car could come.After a while, the car really drove in from the outside, and the students cheered and rushed up.Old man Liu was almost flushed with anger, and his hands were shaking.I hastened to save face for him: "Old man, Xiao Ma sent us thinking about the risks. Someone allowed him to wear small shoes. This is for us to tie..." The old man immediately shouted: "Don't worry, Master Ma will never suffer. I will go to the principal. Ask him what kind of style he has when he has a car hidden!" After returning from the visit, the students were all changed, whispering in small groups.We shot several boxes of film.I called the squad leader and said a few words: "Send this film to make slides, and put it here for storage first. Don't lend it to anyone, remember? Except for Nong Sanyi, they may not be satisfied when they visit the botanical garden. If Mi lends the slides to other classes to see , I won’t take you out next time.” "Teacher, our class is the most loyal to you. People in class B always say bad things about you, and there is absolutely no such person in our class. If I don't want to borrow this slide, I will say it has been exposed." "Okay, it's up to you. What did they say about me?" Those bad words are nothing more than saying that I was disheveled in class, and when I got carried away, I was full of words.I knew it even if he didn't say it, but he still wanted to hear it. When I got back to school, the principal asked me to go there again.Why so much trouble?I'm just a little bored. The headmaster asked me about the Bursar's possession of the car - he actually knew more than I did.The Chief of General Affairs wanted to send people from other units to Badaling in a big car, but I interrupted.The principal appreciated this festival and encouraged me a lot.But I'm not interested: I'm just a teacher, and I don't want to get involved in the affairs of the upper echelons.In the afternoon, I took my classmates to the botanical garden. This group of people had opinions on me: "Teacher, people in class A said that there is a donkey in the breeding station. It looks like it has five legs, and the middle one is five times longer than the others. Are they bragging?" "Don't listen to their bullshit. It's science, not a joke. But that ass is a little special." "Teacher, you are biased! We are going to visit the breeding station!" "Shut it up. They need to rest. What season is it? People have to be injected to perform." "More injections! More injections!" "Bah! This is not a machine. It has flesh and blood, just like a human being. Try giving you a few injections! Don't say a few bad words, I'll ask Class A to show you the slides." "Teacher, don't listen to them quarreling! The Second Army said bad things about you, and we held three class meetings to criticize him. Tang Xiaoli in their class said that you ate in class, and said a lot of bad things about Teacher Xu. Talking about Teacher Xu is tantamount to talking about you. You thought they were a good class, and you were fooled!" I'm tired of hearing that.So I think of it this way: To speak ill of me is to love me, and the more you speak, the worse.When I arrived at the botanical garden, I handed over the students to the assistant researcher who took the tour, and slipped out to see the flowers and plants by myself.It doesn't matter if you go this way, you will meet my master Liu Er. My master is a strange man, he has a pair of big eyes like a bull's egg (a bull's egg), his face is as black as the bottom of a pot, and his bumps are not very smooth.He can do any job, but when I entered the factory as his apprentice in 1975, he refused to do any job.He was originally an orphan brought up in a nursery school, begged for a wife in the countryside, and fed a few pigs in the countryside, all his thoughts were on the pigs.He said that he would never do any work, and the workshop director and team leader practiced a few times when they were in a hurry. At that time, he hummed a small tune, the tune was the tune of Northeast Red Sorghum, and the lyrics were composed by himself.I supported him on the side, and after singing a verse, he called me: "I said my aunt!" I responded with "Hey".Both of us were out of tune, and everyone who heard it laughed. I can't tell how many stanzas there are in Liu Erzhi's song, anyway, there are words in every song.As soon as I sang, I sang since I was a child, saying that I was the son of a bitch, unlucky.Then he sang about entering the factory and going through the wrong door.Our factory was organized by old women on the street in 1958. When the factory was built, he was fifteen years old and came in as an apprentice.Then he sang that the street factory didn't raise wages, and he took twenty-six yuan for more than ten years.Then he sang that his wife could not be found.No one will talk to the street factory workers, except for the lame and crooked, it is impossible to find a full-bearded and full-feathered one.I have no choice but to go to the countryside, and it is a slob to ask for a wife.It is said that they are married to a Han, they wear clothes to eat, they lie on the pit and cannot get up, let alone eat half a catty of pork head meat for a meal.Then I sang about my two elder brothers, who ran forward and scooped back, with extremely mouse eyebrows, and their eyes sparkled when they saw steamed buns.These two sons made him desperate, and he had no way to earn money. Everything he did was capitalism (someone stopped him at the moment, saying he was a reactionary—that was in 1975), and the only way left was to raise pigs.From here onwards, all sing pigs.Pigs are his parents.One is his father, what he looks like, from mane to hoof, he loves it so much, but he has to be eunuched if he wants to sell it for money.The other is his mother, she is so beautiful, and she is pregnant with a litter of little brothers, so she can't lose her mouth.Otherwise, his brother was born with a big mouth and no one would buy it.So I wanted to find something to feed the pigs. If no one interrupts this passage, I can sing it for a hundred years.Liu Er sang how he was sowing grass, how he was picking vegetables, and more than a hundred adventures.It took a long time to sing that his parents can't just eat vegetables. This is not the way of filial piety to parents.In those few years, agriculture learned from Dazhai, and every family distributed a tank to use the swill to support agriculture.When the weather became hot and the stench rose, white maggots crawled all over the ground, and everyone in Beijing scolded them.My master also scolded, he didn't scold the slop tank, but scolded this policy for cutting off his parents' food and grass.So he sang until midnight to steal swill.He and I (I sometimes helped him) took the tools of crime (colander and bucket) and sneaked close to a target. Everyone who listened held their breath, and my master suddenly disappeared.The old man hid under the workbench and told me to keep quiet.At this time, if you listen again, there is a person coming in from outside the factory door, she is an old lady.The other way of cursing is also methodical, all the way to the door of the workshop.This is Mrs. Zhou from the swill station, and it was Liu Er who was scolding.She stood with her hands on her hips, stuck in the doorway, and shouted sharply: "Wang Er, where is your master? Tell him to come out!" When I said that the master had contracted swine fever and was recuperating at home, she began to scold him, to the effect that The residents hated them for bringing the slop bowl.They are so angry that they only earn twenty-five yuan a month.For three or nine days, I pedaled on a tablet and drank the northwest wind.The swill is frozen, and it is a terrible project to smash the ice.The hot weather is too busy, maggots grow in the swill, and the residents point their noses and scold.In short, they were already choked up.Next, I expressed my surprise in the form of an aria: There is actually an animal like Liu Er in the world, stealing swill.Stealing the swill is what they wished for, but Liu Er scooped up the swill and was afraid that people would see it. He threw huge rocks and soil into the water tank, which made them spend a lot of energy in scavenging.It doesn't matter if others bully them, but Liu Er still makes fun of them.Then there was a cadenza of coloratura, asking God to send a thunderbolt and chop Liu Er off.The workshop director rushed out and asked her to go to the office to talk, but she refused and left with curses.My master came out from under the workbench, his black face was purple with embarrassment, but he pretended nothing had happened and continued to work. I often advise my master not to steal swill, but to ask for it, and even if you steal it, don't put stones in the tank.He didn't listen, it is said that he wanted to be decent.I didn't understand at the time, how could it be decent to steal?Now I think about it: swill can only be stolen, not taken, otherwise it will be more shameless than a pig. My master is open-minded. I have known him for many years, and I have only seen him so modest.When I saw him this time, you wouldn't believe me if I told him.He was wearing a plaid suit and a thick gold ring on his finger. He offered me a Hilton when we met.It turned out that he left the factory without pay and became a contractor.Now he is leading a construction team from the countryside to build a greenhouse for the botanical garden.He was a little embarrassed when he saw me, and asked me in a non-embarrassing manner if I knew someone from Party A's unit (that is, the botanical garden). I said I knew one, but I'm afraid it won't work.As I talked, I also felt ashamed, and it's not like stealing swill and getting caught.Greeting my wife and the two senior brothers, I couldn't find anything to talk about. Seeing my master wearing a snow-white shirt, the more I looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. I guess he is not comfortable wearing this suit. I guess my master sees me that way too.Hey, this kid Wang Er has also become a teacher, and he shows the students around like a dog!Actually, I don't like the current character, not at all. Four When I got home at night, I was in a bad mood. After work, the principal asked me to go to the academic affairs meeting again.Those who took the exam were the heads of departments, deans, etc. It was really reluctant to call me as the head of the department. Besides, I never admitted that I was the head of the department.Everyone in the school knows what I am!The feeling at the venue is like being pinched by someone's testicles. After taking a shower, I went out to the balcony naked.The sky was full of stars, like a frozen rain.This is a charming starry sky.When Suzuko and I were friends, we often went out at night, walking under the stars.At that time we had nothing, and nothing could prevent us from enjoying the quiet night. When Suzuko and I went out, she was carrying a schoolbag.Inside were a few poor paraphernalia: sacks of chips, matches, cigarettes (I like to smoke one after sex), a small bottle of oil, and condoms.Things are complete, there is a sense of fulfillment, but often not complete.Ever since she misused chili oil once, she had to taste the oil I brought before letting her wipe it on, not to mention it would affect her mood a lot. Even so, it is a great happiness to go to Drilling Sorghum Land every time.Sitting on the sack and unbuttoning Suzuko's clothes, it was like stepping into another world.I read my poem: the first chapter is strict and the second is disorderly, and the last chapter is as distant as a star.Suzuko heard the last chapter from under me, and threw me over with a loud cry.She lay naked on the ground, writing down my poems in a small notebook by the starlight. I started to identify constellations.There is a poem that says: like a sieve sifting wheat flour, the tears of the stars are shedding.On a moonless night, the tears of the stars sprinkled on Suzuko, like fluorescent powder.It occurred to me that there was no need to write poems for others to read. My poems would be of no use to a man who came to enjoy the stillness of the night.If someone else reads it, it will only prevent him from enjoying his quiet night poem.If a man can't sing, all the songs in the world are of no use to him; if he can sing, he must sing his own.That is to say, the profession of poet should be abolished, and everyone should be his own poet. I step into the kaleidoscope of stars.No one can tell me where I am, no one can tell me who I am, until I fall asleep, I still have a little bit of confusion in my heart. Fives I also have to go to school when there are no classes, all because I am the director of the biology department.Sitting dozing off in the empty laboratory, I began to hate the principal and his kindness.How happy I would be if he regarded me as a wretch, as my father and my former teachers did!Suddenly my mother called and asked me to have lunch.This is a must.Otherwise, why did she give birth to my son?I'm on my way right away. Thirty-three years ago, a major event happened that determined my life.That afternoon, my mother worked a 12-hour long night shift at Xiehe Hospital and walked home. I still have a little impression of that home. It was in a small alley in Huangchenggen. Small tile house.The house in front was too high, and the house was completely dark. My mother was wearing a calico cheongsam and high-heeled shoes, and carefully walked around the sinkhole in the alley.She bought a small amount of meat, which was not enough to feed the cat, but it could make a meal of Jajiangmian.She and my dad did that after they finished their meal of Jajangmyeon. I don't like Jajangmyeon the least, because I was made from Jajangmyeon.That night, the condom they were using (an old one from the Japanese period, washed, dried and dusted with talcum powder many times) broke and leaked me out.Afterwards, I rinsed it with cold water and thought it was all right, but after only one month, my mother vomited and her face was blue. Maybe it's because I was poured with cold water, I always dreamed of flooding in my road dreams; maybe it was because I was poured with cold water, I was born two months prematurely. Dead rat.My mother cried when she saw it, and sighed, "My mother! What kind of thing was born!" I waited for my mother on the third floor of Donglaishun, which was the old agreed place.I can't go to the hospital.Because Wang Er's deeds are well-known there.I spent months on my stomach in a premature baby incubator there.The conditions at that time were very poor, and what was made of a foreign iron sheet required regular addition of hot water.Once he accidentally poured a bucket of boiling water into it, and Wang Er almost became mutton boiled.When I went to the hospital, not even those young interns dared to call me "a little mouse that can't be scalded to death"! My mother regularly whispers to me, which has been a habit of hers for twenty years.This incident dates back to when I was in the third grade of elementary school more than 20 years ago.My father and I lived in that small courtyard, and my mother lived in the single dormitory of the hospital.I was educated by my father, and his policy was torture, and he bought feather dusters by the dozen.Partly because I was naughty, and partly because I was made out of a fire and he never believed I was a decent thing. In order to destroy the desk, the teacher wrote a letter and asked me to take it home.I ate all the letter, including the skin, as if eating the skin of a fruit.The next day the teacher asked me to reply to the letter. I said my father didn’t write it. She knew I was lying, so she sent the class monitor to bring another letter. .Finally the teacher came by himself.As soon as she left, my father whipped me hard by the ear, broke the feather duster, and was about to get another one when my mother came back.She saw my father lift me off the ground by my ears (my ears have been honed for a long time and are extremely strong), she immediately let out a miserable cry, and rushed over to snatch me off.Then she yelled at my dad.My father said that this was done because "this child is like an earth-moving grandson, projecting as soon as he puts down the ground." My mother refused to listen, and she rescued me. My mother rescued me to the hospital and sent me to the ear department first to see if my ear was broken.The doctor was amazed at my ear, and thought it was not an ear, but a crane hook.Then she went to the real estate department and asked for a single bed, and put me in her room.Give me a key, and make an agreement with me in three chapters: one is that you don't have to go to school, she will give you sick leave, but you need to score more than 90% in the exam.The second is that if you don't go to school, you are not allowed to go out to play, so as not to be seen.The third is that the money is in the drawer and can be used freely, but to be reimbursed, it must be used for a proper purpose.If there are no comments, it's settled.If I violate the agreement, I will be handed over to my father to discipline me.I immediately pointed to heaven and swore: If Wang Er violates the above three rules, I would rather go to hell or live with my father.My mother laughed and said that she was really confused. With such a big son, she lived alone. I stayed and dominated the second floor of the female dormitory.Many young aunts bought me snacks and listened to my lectures on Liaozhai.I was often away during the day and went to the zoo with the night nurse.After a winter like this, I feel that life in Daughter's Country is also boring, so I need to do something.My mother immediately found several tutors for me. One day I learned calligraphy, the next day I tinkered with the radio, and the day after tomorrow I learned chess.In the evening, my mother reads medical books, and I play on the ground.When we were tired, we chatted for a while, and I made fun of every teacher's faults.My mother was happy to hear that, and put my face on her breasts. It was okay to wear a sweater in winter, but it was too exciting in summer. I pushed her away, and she raised her eyebrows and shouted: "Oh! Putting on airs! You forgot you I'm sucking here. I learned from your father to be prudish. Okay, I won't play with you anymore, read a book for a while!" I failed to learn chess because my master didn't like my style of chess.His old man is a senior in the Beijing chess world.Good at opening, layout, and layout, but unfortunately, I am old and weak, and I can't match my vicious and fierce chess style.So he came to tell my mother that this kid has nothing to say about his talent, but his cultivation is not enough and his murderous aura is too strong.Let him grow up for another two years, and I will introduce him to other teachers.As soon as he left, my mother asked me if I was making trouble in other people's house. This old man is very well-mannered, why can't he tolerate me.I told her that I saw something wrong with the old man: he couldn't see the dangerous chess game, and his fingers trembled when he touched it.So when I played against him, I specially created a sinister atmosphere, and actually set a record of winning 12 rounds. My mother laughed and said that I was full of ghosts!Every time I told her something like this, she would slap her and say, "Hey, how did this son come about!" I lived with my mother for three years. In the first two years, I liked to tell her what I did and listen to her applause, but then I became unhappy.I grew up and changed physically.In the last summer, I saw those aunts in the female dormitory wearing shorts and vests, and I got goosebumps on their backs.I also don't like my mother to be so naked in the house.Sometimes she didn't wear a bra, and I protested: "Mom! Put it on!" At that time, my mother had slender thighs and full breasts, and she looked like a woman in her twenties. I really didn't want to live with her.I started to have my own privacy. When I was in middle school, I was admitted to a boarding school and moved out. Since then, a twenty-year espionage war has broken out between the two of us.She tried every means to explore my privacy, and I tried every means to lie to her.I can't remember ever telling the truth in front of her. My mother is also old now, her bright eyes and bright teeth have become old eyes and false teeth, her plump breasts have shriveled, and her slender legs have a shambling gait.My mother lost her body and became a beautiful old lady.I love my mother, and I want to repay her thirty-two years of love for me with my love, but I still want to lie to her. My mother asked me why I didn't go home on Sunday, and I said I was busy.She said that no matter how busy she was, she had to go home, because the four-bedroom apartment at home was in the name of four people, and now only the old couple lived in it.This is simply not a reason.I said that I was too busy to go home and it was not an excuse. In fact, I wanted to hide from my father's phlegm.The master said: the benefit of people lies in being good at being a teacher-after all, you are worthy of being a master, what a great knowledge!I do my chemistry, and my dad does his mathematics. Well water does not interfere with river water, and he insists on asking me how I am doing in mathematics.If I said no, he would get angry, saying what would happen if he didn't study mathematics?I would say yes Well, that's even worse.He wants to come up with a question for me to do.After a busy week, go home and do the questions!What kind of home is this? It's hell.My mother also knew what was going on, so she said, "You hide from your father, but don't even hide from me! Besides, your father cares about you, so it's wrong for you to be so fussy." "I don't care about it. Mom, Dad is a sadist. He likes to see that I can't solve the problem and sweat. It's not that I can't do it. It's that the problem he made up doesn't make sense. I'm embarrassed to say it. If I make up something He can't solve the problem. Let him taste the feeling of not being able to poop, you must not bear to see it." "Forget it, let's play with him. Why do you take it seriously? He has been doing this all his life, and I can't change him, let alone you." "He's always trying to prove that I'm worthless. I say I'm worthless and he doesn't. I don't know how to please him. He wants to prove that I'm not worth a hair of his dick. What's the matter! Thirty When I was young, I was still a sperm shot by him..." My mother smiled: "Don't talk nonsense! Is it too much to tell your mother this? Tell you something serious. When are you going to have a baby? I want to hold a grandson." This is an old question. "Mom, I must have a baby. I'm busy now. I want to study at a university and become a professor. Now that I am a professor, I get a big apartment for every point. But what about the assistant? It's terrible. One of my classmates is assigned to Tsinghua University, and the child is nine years old. Yes, three people live in a small room. People in their thirties have a strong sexual desire, but the child went to school and said: Mom and Dad are right again at night, they are so embarrassing, and now they are in the office. After lunch, lock the door and take off your pants in a hurry. The desk is so hard! Can you do it?" "Why are you telling me this! It's not like we don't have room in our house!" "Yes. But the house belongs to my father, not mine. How nice that house is! The terrazzo floor is inlaid with copper strips. I'm jealous, and I want to earn one too. When I get the house, I will have a son!" "Don't talk nonsense. When you earn the house down, I'll die of old age." "To be honest, I don't think I look like a father. See you gave birth to me, heartless. Besides, I was poured cold water by you before I was born, and now I always dream of flooding ...you might be a fool to have a son!" "Don't use this as a cover, what am I doing! I'm an expert in giving birth. Give birth! It's mine." "I still want to make dynamite. As a great professor, how can I have the time to raise children? Dad is a kind of stimulation to me. I have to be a man!" My mother suddenly smiled slyly and said, "Don't try to fool me, I know everything about you. You, it would be amazing if it was as you said!" What my mother said made me lash out: what did she know about me?Since I was in junior high school, she has been spying on me all the time. My father divided the house, and my mother went to the mine every weekend for weekends.I have a small room myself, with three locks on the door.My mother can actually poke it open, and it's not bad at all, it's just empty-handed.Knowing that she had this method, I hid everything, gave up the habit of keeping a diary, and kept all important things in school, but it still couldn't stop her from searching. At that time, going home on Saturday was a real pain. When I got home, I had to make up lies to lie to my mother, and even argue with my father. As long as my mother was not at home, he would eagerly beat me up.Later, when I grew taller and had the ability to jump over eaves and walls, he couldn't beat me anymore, so he showed me his own words instead.My father has a glorious history. He has always been the first in the examinations from elementary school to middle school, and was admitted to Tsinghua University with the first place.If it weren't for a serious illness, the first one to be admitted to the government would be paid to study abroad.According to my mother's words, my father is a great machine that specializes in solving various exercises. My father also said that he is doing well now, and only senior professors can live in a house.When mentioning his name in the Mining Institute, not to mention the professors and students, even the janitors gave their thumbs up.He said: "Your mother always complains that I beat you, as long as you are one percent of me, I will never touch your finger!" My mother sat aside and sneered while my father boasted.After dinner, I went back to my room, and my mother whispered: "Don't listen to your father, he is so boring; you can do whatever you like, first of all, you must be an upright person, and secondly, be an honest person. He is a happy man. What is going on the right path and fighting for the top name, we don't do this, you are my son!" It's nothing to just say these things, but she also involves irrelevant things, and makes me blush every time. "I washed your underpants and found something wrong. How do you feel?" I immediately shouted angrily: "Who asked you to wash my underpants? I can wash my underpants!" "Don't be like this. Mom is a doctor. It's normal for boys to have this stage. In the old society, you should marry a wife." "Bah! What do I want a daughter-in-law for? What is she!" On Monday morning I go to school and my mother goes to work.I rode a bicycle, and she rode a Hungarian wheelie and walked with me.It was a second-hand product from the period of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and it would always lose its chain, and it must be a black hand when riding to the hospital.But she insisted on cycling to work, in order to continue to question me on the way, but I dragged the conversation elsewhere. "Mom, why didn't you divorce Dad?" "Why do you want a divorce?" "If you had left him earlier, I would have received fewer beatings." She jumped out of the car laughing.In the "Cultural Revolution", she finally found out about me: the thing about me playing with explosives with Xu You was exposed, and I was detained by the Public Security Bureau.This verified my father's judgment of me; I was a villain, and sooner or later the whole family would be hurt. My mother always loves me.She told Xiao Zhuanling that life is a lonely road, and there should be an interesting book to pass the journey.My father's book was so boring that she regretted choosing such a book to read.She envied Suzuko for having a good book, the kind of book that can only be opened with sex as a key.Few people know about my relationship with Xiao Zhuanling, but she was able to find out, which shows her skillful means.My mother liked Xiaozhuanling, she said that Lingzi was "such a good girl"; but I ended up dating Erniuzi.This matter is more or less arguing with my mother. I thought neither Er Niuzi nor Xiao Zhuanling would betray me, so I said confidently, "Mom, what do you know about me?" "You and your father are different after all. You were born to me!" "What's the matter?" "Writing poetry, I have read all your poems and essays, and the writing is really fucking exciting. You also said that you are living to prove the Tao, which is wonderful. You don't know what the Tao is, let me tell you, the Tao is your mother, It was your mother who made you like this!" She slapped a torreya, and in an instant, the look of overwhelming youth in her youth returned to her face.I felt the blood all over my body rushing to my head, and I almost had a stroke.Writing poetry is my big secret. This experience is similar to sex: when inspiration comes, it is like orgasm, and writing on paper is like ejaculation. Only women who have sex with me can read it. How can my mother see it!I suddenly felt like a molted chicken.There's not even a thing to cover the ass hole.Matches, cigarettes, and chopsticks on the table fell all over the floor, and I blushed anxiously and shouted: "Xiao Zhuanling is a villain! I will kill her next time we meet. Mom, did she give you my manuscript? Give it back to me!" "The manuscript is still with her, and I copied it for a copy. If you want it, you can exchange it for money. The photocopying fee is 300 yuan!" “太贵了，半价怎么样？算了算了，反正看进你眼里也拔不出来了。你再别提我写的东西，那不是给人看的，行不行？尤其不能给爸爸看，你给他看了我就自杀。” “好，不给他看，真怪了，这又不是什么坏事情，你躲我干嘛。你还写了什么？拿来给我看看。” 从我妈那儿回来，我下了一个大决心，从今以后再不写诗，也不干没要紧的事，我也要像我爸那样定正路，争头名。我的确是我妈生的，这一点毫无问题，我也爱我妈，甚至比爱老婆还甚。但是我一定要证明，我和她期望的有所不同。 six 第二天轮到生物室卫生值周。以前卫生值周我是不理睬的，任凭厕所手纸成山。如今不同了。我不能叫人挑了眼去。我提前到校，叫起许由来，手持笤帚开始工作。 这楼里大小三十个单位，每单位轮一次卫生值周。轮到校长室。校长亲自去刷洗厕所。这是因为学校里人心浮动，校长想收买人心。如今王二想走正路，说不得也要来一回。扫完了厕所，到化学实验室讨了几瓶废酸，把厕所的便器洗得光可鉴人。后来一想，光刷了厕所不成，人家不知是谁干的。我弄来几幅红纸写了大幅的标语，厨所门上贴一张： “欢迎您来上厕所！生物室宣。” 小便池上方贴的是“请上前一步——生物室郑重邀请。” 厕所门背后是：“再见。我们知道您留恋这优美的环境，可现在是工作时间。何日君再来？生物界同人恭送。” 隔间里的标语各有特色。男厕所里写着：“大珠小珠落玉盘”，“一片冰心在玉壶“。女厕所里写着：“花径不曾缘客扫，蓬门今始为君开”。还有额匣，“暗香亭”。要说王二的书法，那是没说的。我写碑就写过几十斤纸，眼见厕所像个书法比赛的会场，谁知道校长一来就闯进生物室板着脸喝道： “厕所里的字是你写的？” “是呀。您看这书法够不够评奖？” “评个屁！高教局来人检查工作，限你十分钟，把这些字全刷了！” 贴时容易洗时难。还没刮洗完，高教局的人就来了，看着标语哈哈大笑，校长急得头上青筋乱蹦。等那帮人走了，校长叫我去，我对他说： “校长，不管怎么着，厕所我是洗了。总得表扬几句吧？” “表扬什么？下回开会点名批评。” “这他妈的怎么整的！您去看看，厕所刷的有多白！算了，我也不装孙子了。以前怎么着还怎么着吧。” “不准去！坐下。刷厕所是好事，写标语就不对了。将来校务会上一提到你，大家又会想起今天的事，说你是个捣蛋鬼！你呀，工作没少做，全被这些事抵消了。今后要注意形象。回去好好想想，不要头脑冲动！” 从校长室出来以后，我恨得牙根痒痒，让我们刷厕所，又不准有幽默感，真他娘的假正经。铃声一响，我扛着投影仪去上课。我想把形象补救过来，课上得格外卖命。这一节讲到微生物的镜下形态。讲到球菌，我蹲下去鼓起双腮；讲到杆菌，就做一个跳水准备姿势；讲到弧形菌，几乎扭了腰；讲到螺旋菌，我的两条腿编上了蒜辫子，学生不敢看；讲到有鞭毛的细菌可以移动，我翩翩起舞：讲到细菌分裂，正要把自己扯成两半儿，下课铃响了。满地是铅笔头，一滑一跤。我满嘴白沫地走回实验室，照照镜子，发现自己像只螃蟹，一拔头发，粉笔末就像大雪一样落下来。刚喘过气来，医务所张大夫又来看我。他说农学系有人给他打电话，说王老师在课上不正常。他来给我量体温，看看是不是发高烧。我把张大夫撵出去，许由又朝我冷笑，我把他也撵出去。自己一个人坐着，什么都不想。 我忽然觉得恶心，到校园里走走。我们的校舍是旧教堂改成。校园里有杂草丛生的花坛，铸铁的栏杆。教学校有高高的铁皮房顶。我记不清楼里有多少黑暗的走廊，全靠屋顶一块明瓦照亮；有多少阁楼，从窗户直通房顶。古旧的房子老是引起我的遐想，走着走着身边空无一人。这是一个故事，一个谜，要慢慢参透。 首先，房顶上不是生锈的铁皮，是灰色厚重的铅。有几个阉人，脸色苍白，身披黑袍，从角落里钻出来。校长长着长长的鹰勾鼻子，到处窥探，要保持人们心灵的纯洁。铸铁的栏杆是土耳其刑桩，还有血腥的气味，与此同时，有人在房顶上做爱。我见过的那只猫，皮毛如月光一样皎洁，在房顶上走过。 你能告诉我这只猫的意义吗？还有那墙头上的花饰？从一团杂乱中，一个轮廓慢慢走出来。然后我要找出一些响亮的句子，像月光一样干净……正在出神，一阵铃响吵得我要抽风。这个故事就俺小王二一样，埋在半夜里的高粱地里了。 我正好走在大电铃底下，铃声就在我头顶炸响。学生呐喊着从楼里冲出来，往食堂飞奔——这是中午的下班铃。我忽然下定决心：妈的，我回家去。中午饭也不吃了！ 走上大街，看见有人在扫地，我猛然想起今天是爱国卫生日，全城动员，清扫门前三包地段。今天又是班主任与学生定期见面的日子。按学校的统一规定，我该去给学生讲一节德育课，然后带他们去扫地。这对我也是个紧要关头，如果现在溜回家去，以后再也别想当个正经人。 我犹豫了一会儿，还是回学校去。其实这不说明我有多大决心走正路、争头名，而是因为我觉得下了那么大决心，只坚持了一上午，未免不好意思。吃饱喝足又睡了一觉，我该到班上去。首先找到代理班主任团委书记小胡，问了一点情况，然后就去啦。 我教四门课，接触两个系八个班，农三乙我最不喜欢。这班学生专挑老师的毛病，教授去上课犹可，像我们这样的年轻教师去上课，十次有九次要倒霉。派我做这班的班主任，完全是个阴谋。但是这节德育课我还得讲呀！ 一进教室我就头疼，上午说我发高烧的，就是这帮家伙。现在他们直勾勾地看着我，千夫所指，无疾而死，这节课下来不知要掉多少头发。我走上讲台，清清喉咙： “同学们，男同学和女同学们，也就是男女同学们。我站在这里，看着大家的眼睛，就像看捷尔仁斯基同志的眼睛，我不敢看。不说笑话。从同学的眼睛里，我看出两个问题。第一，你们想问；王老师不是发高烧吗？怎么没死又来了？对不对？班长回答。” 班长板着脸说：“有同学向医务室打电话，说王老师有病，不代表全班意见，班委开会认为，王老师的课讲得比较活，不是什么问题。打电话的同学我们已经批评他了。” “很好。老师的努力得到同学的肯定，别提多快乐。第二个问题，你们想问：这家伙现在来干什么？下节微生物是星期四，我要告诉你，我是你们的班主任。前一段忙，经上级批准，由胡老师代理。从今天开始，我正式接任，今天的题目是道德教育，……班长，什么问题？” “老师，你备课了吗！” 我拼命咽下一句“去你妈的”，说出：“当然备了。虽然没拿教案，可我全背下来了，老师的记性你可以放心，请坐。今天第一次由我来上德育课，我觉得应该沟通沟通，同学们对我有什么意见请提出来。” “老师，你是党员吗？” “不是，正在争取。谢谢你提了这个问题。” “老师，你是否研究生毕业？” “不是，本科。年龄大了，不适合念研究生。按上级规定，本科毕业可以教基础课，还有什么？提具体点儿。” “老师，你为什么说我们是冻猪肉？” “我说过这话吗？我只说到了这个班就像进了冷库，你们见了我就像见了吊死鬼。好好，我收回冷库的话。还有什么？” 他们说不出什么来了，我把脸一板： “同学们，我的缺点你们都看见了，你们是优秀班集体。实质怎么样？是不是捧出来的？考试作弊，我亲眼所见。班上丢了东西，用班费补上，不捉贼。歪风邪气够多了。我是你们的班主任，我宣布立即整风。先把贼捉出来，考试作弊也要大整。还有，你们对本系教师毕恭毕敬，专挑外系教师的眼。这叫什么呢？看人下菜碟！明天我就把外系任课老师召来开会，写个意见报校长。我知道有人指使你们，我怕他们也不敢支持学生整老师，我知道有的年轻女教师上了你们的课，回去就哭。教师描眉怎么啦？资产阶级？帽子不小啦。你们是学生还是政治局？这班四十多人要进政治局，也不知中央什么看法。……什么学生？公然调戏老师！哭什么，不准哭！” 我继续大骂，把恶气出足，然后宣布分组讨论。班干部上前开会，这几个人走过来，乖极了，净说好话。 “老师，我们怎么得罪你了？这么整我们？” “谈不上得罪，为你们好。” “老师，我们错了，你原谅我们吧！” “原谅不敢当，班风还是要整！” 拿这种架子，真有一种飘飘欲仙的快感。等把那帮孩子整到又要哭出来，我才松了口。 “好吧，老师当然要原谅同学了。可是你们为什么要和老师作对！老实说出来！” 这事不问我也明白，无非是有人看我们这些外校调来的人不顺眼。可恨的是朝学生吹风，说我作风有问题，可能乱搞男女关系。我把脸板下来说： “这是放狗屁。我自会找他们算帐。只要你们乖乖的，我绝不把你们扯进去，以后这种话听了要向我汇报，我是班主任。现在，少废话，上街扫地！” 我带学生上街，军容整齐，比别的班强了一大块。我亲自手持竹答帚在前开路。直扫得飞沙走石，尘头大起。扫了一气，我把扫帚交给班长，交待了几句，就去找校长汇报。一见面他就表扬我今天德育课上得不错，原来他就在门外听着。我把从学生那儿听来的话一说，他连连点头： “好，这些人大不橡话，拉帮结派，这事我要拿到校长办公会上去说。小王呀，这么工作就对了。像早上在厕所贴标语，纯属胡闹。” “报告校长，说我作风有问题，这叫无风不起浪，老姚这老小子也得整整，他净给我造谣！” “老姚的情况不同，这个同志是很忠诚、很勤奋的。他能力低一点，嘴上又没闸。学校里案子多，他破不了心急，乱说几句，你别往心里去。还有个事儿要和你商量：昨晚上他巡夜摔伤了，你知道吗？” “不知道，要是知道了，还要喝两盅。这种人乃是造大粪的机器，还当什么保卫科长。你和我商量什么？” “他伤得不轻，胯骨脱了臼，医院要求派人陪床。老姚爱人陪白天，咱们派人值夜。” “这是医院的规矩，咱就派人吧。不过，这事和我有什么关系？” “有关系。老姚是校部的，你们基础部也是校部的，校部的小青年都不肯陪老跳，你来带个头好不好7你一去，别人谁也不敢说不去。” 我叫起来：“别×你那亲爱的……”我本想说“×你妈”。又想到是校长，就改了口：“我的意思是说，我很尊敬您的妈。你说说看，凭什么叫我去看护他？” “瞧你这张嘴！对我都这样，对别人还了得吗？我和你说，现在上面要学校报科研项目，咱们也不能没有。我们准备成立个研究所，把各系能提得起来的项目往一块凑凑。你搞炸药恐怕还得算主要的一个，先搭个架子，怎么样？” “不怎么样，我能在这楼里造炸药吗？” “谁让你在这儿做实验？实验还去矿院做，咱们只是要个名义，有了名义就可以请求科研经费。将来我们也要盖实验楼，买仪器设备，这都是进一步的设想了。所长的位子吗，只能空一阵子，副所长我准备让你当，因为只有你有提得起的项目。这可提了你好几级，将来评职称、出国进修你都优先。看你的样子好像不乐意，真不识抬举！” “我没说不乐意呀！” “可光我想提你不成。你想别人怎么看你！像你现在这样子。我提也白搭。从现在到讨论定所的领导班子，还要几个星期。你得有几样突出表现，才能扭转形象。眼前这老姚的事，简直是你的绝好机会。叫你去你还不去，你真笨哪！” “照你这么说，我还真得去了。我爸爸病了，我要去陪，说用不着我。这老姚算个什么东西，居然要抢我爸爸上风！我还要给他擦屁股，真跌份儿！我什么时候去？” “今晚上就找不着人，你去吧。明天我派许由。你们俩去了，别的坏小子也都肯去了。” 学好真不容易，除了和学生扯淡，还得给老姚擦屁股，而且我还要感谢老姚摔断了腿，给我创造了机会。回到实验室，我给老婆打电话，说我不回去了。她二话没说，咔嚓一下把话筒搁下。我又对许由说这事儿，他默默地看了我好半天，才冒出一句：“王二，你别寒碜我啦。”说完了晚饭，我就出发上医院。 seven 老姚要是不给我造谣，就是个很可爱的老头儿。他长着红扑扑的脸儿，上面还有一层软软的茸毛，一副祖国花朵的嫩相，他有几根长短不齐的白胡子，长得满险都是。此人常年戴一顶布帽子，鼻梁上架上了个白边眼镜，在校园里悄悄地走来走去，打算捉贼。我们学校里贼多极了，可他就是捉不到。一般机关单位的保卫科也都很少能捉到贼，主要起个吓阻作用，可我们的老姚不但不能吓阻，自己还成了贼的目标。只要他一不注意，洗脸的毛巾就到浴室里成了公用的，大家都拿它擦脚。老姚把它找回来，稍微洗洗再用，结果脸上长了脚廯，偷他毛巾的就是他的助手王刚。王刚这小子太不傻话，老姚摔伤了他也不去看着。说是丈母娘从外地来北京，他要去陪着，其实他丈母娘来了有半年了，他纯粹是找借口。 老姚自己捉不到贼，就发动群众帮他捉。无论是全校大会、各系的会，甚至于各科的会，他都要到会讲话，要求大家提高警惕，协助捉贼。他又是个废话篓子，一说就是一个钟头还没上正题，所以大家开会都躲着他。我们基础部开会，就常常躲到地下室，还派人在门口放哨，一见老姚来了，立刻宣布休会。他还做了十几个检举箱到处安放，谁也不往箱里投检举信，除了男厕所里那一个，有人做了仿古文章：“老姚一过厕所之坑，纸篓遂空。”简直是亵渎古人！ 这些都是他的事，不是我的事。只可恨他捉不到成还顺嘴胡说。学校里一丢东西，他就怀疑是校工里小年轻的偷了。这也不能说没有道理，他有公安局公布的数字为证：去年全市刑事犯罪者百分之八十是青少年，青年工人又占到第二位，占第一位的青年农民我们学校里没有。他又进一步缩小怀疑圈，认为锅炉房那儿位管子工年龄最小，平时又吊儿郎当不像好人。一丢东西，他就说他们几个偷的。人家怎肯吃这种哑巴亏？正好厕所下水道堵了，用竹片捅不开，管工弟兄们刨开地面，掏出一大团用过的避孕套，有几十个。这帮人就用竹杆挑着进了保卫科，往办公桌上一摔，摔得汁水四溅，还逼着他立即破案，否则下水道再堵了，就叫老姚去刨地。然后老姚就来破避孕套的案。他也不知怎么就想到学校里还有生物室，拿了那些东西来找我化验。正好一进门，听到许由和我开玩笑，说那些东西里有我一份。这可不得了，老姚当了真，到处去讲我作风有问题，谣言这东西是泼水难收，到现在我还背着黑锅。平时我恨不得掐死他，现在他住医院我去看护，你看我是不是吃错药了？ 我到医院去，向门房打听老姚。人家说记录上无此人，可能已经拖走了。我知道这医院不怎么样，可是一下午就把老姚治死，也太快了点儿。再问时，人家问我什么时候送来的，我说早上送来的。他又问我们认不认识院长大夫，我说都不认识。他说那准是躺在急诊室里。要是不赶紧托人找关系，病人还要在急诊室里一直躺下去。我去找急诊室，顺着路标绕来绕去，一直走到后门边上，找到一间房子门上挂着急诊室的牌子，可是怎么看这房子都是太平间。看来原来的急诊室在翻盖，急诊病人向死人倍位子。我在门前欲进又迟，心里狂跳不止，和第一次与铃子搭话时的心境相仿。 我第一次和铃子搭话，预先找过无数借口，可是都觉得不充分，不足以掩饰我要搞她的动机；那年头男女青年要不是为了这样的目的，可以一辈子不搭话。同理，今天我来看着老姚，也没法掩饰我要装好人、往上爬的动机。我和他非亲非故，平时还有些宿怨，我来干嘛？ 从小学我就会挖苦先进的小同学，那些恶毒之辞现在不提也罢。现在我骑虎难下，前进一步，我骂人的话全成了骂自已，要是走了呢？Pooh!更不成个体统。 我开始编些借口。我要这么说；“姚大叔，校长叫我来照看你。这话就和旧社会新房里新郎说过的一样。他和个陌生女孩待在一起，不好意思了，就这么说：“父母之命，媒妁之言……”你看他多干净，其实过一会儿，他就要操人家。新郎倌的话是自欺欺人，我的话也是自欺欺人，我身后又没有两个武装警察押送，要是不乐意，可以不来呀！ 我还可以说：“老姚，听说你病了没人照看，我心里不安。我们八十年代的青年，照顾有病的老人是我的本分，”这话很好，怎奈我不是这样的人，不合身分。还有一种说法比较合理，“老姚，咱们是同事，我又年轻，该着我来。”不过王刚怎么不来说这话？算了算了不想这么多。我先进去，到时候想起什么说什么。 一进急诊室，吓了我一跳。这是间有天窗的房子，天花板上一盏水银灯，灯光青紫，照得底下的人和诈尸的死人一般无二。有若干病人直挺挺躺在板床上，那床宽不过二尺，一头高一头低，板子薄得叫人担心。这床看着这么眼熟！小时候我住在医院里，经常钻地下室。有一次钻到太平间里，就看见了这样的床。 盛夏里我看见过一个年轻的女尸躺在这种床上，浑身每个毛孔都沁出一团融化的脂肪，那种黄色的油滴像才流出的松脂一样。现在躺在床上的人谁也不比她好看，尤其是屋子正中那一位。她是个胖者太大，好像一个吹胀的气球，盘踞在两张床拼起的平台上。她浑身的皮肤肿得透亮，眼皮像两个小水袋，上身穿医院的条子褂，下面光着屁股，端坐在扁平便器上，前面露出花白的阴毛，就如一团油棉丝。老太大不停地哼哼，就如开了的水壶。已经胀得要爆炸了，身上还描着管子打吊针，叫人看着腿软。幸亏她身下它在哗哗地响，也不知是屙是尿，反正别人听了有安全感。其他病人环肥燕瘦各有态，看架式全是活不长的。 这屋子里的味儿实在不好，可说是闻一鼻子管饱一辈子。屎尿、烂肉、馊苹果、烂桔子汇到一块儿，我敢保你不爱闻。声音也就不必细讲，除了几位倒气的声音，还有几个人在哼哼。顶难听的是排泄的声响。我向门口陪床的一个毛头小伙打听是否见过一个断了腿的红脸老头儿，他说在里面。我踮脚一看，果然，老姚和他老婆在里面墙角，那边气味一定更难闻。我先不忙着进去，先和脸前这小伙子聊一会。我敬他一支烟，他一看烟是重九牌的，眼睛就亮了。 “你在哪儿买的？” “云南商店呗。您这是陪您的哪一位？” “姥姥呗，喉癌，不行了，哥儿们，云南商店在哪儿呀？” “大栅栏，去了一打听谁都知道。叼呀，这地方这么糟模，您还不如把她拉回去。” “家里有女的，害怕死人。这一屋子差不多都是要死的，家里放不下，弄到医院又进不了病房，躺在这儿倒气儿。我们快了，空出地方来你们可以往这边搬，空气好多了。” 那位姥姥忽然睁开眼，双手乱比划。这个老太太浑身成了红砖色，嘴里呼出癌的恶臭，还流出暗红色的液体。她像鲶鱼一样张口闭口，从口形上看她在大呼要回家。那位毛头小伙低头和她说：“姥姥，您忍一忍，这儿有这玩艺（小伙子用手捏捏老太太鼻子上的氧气管），您插上舒服一点呀！” 老太大嘴乱动，意思是说你们的话我全听见了，她要还能发声，一定要把这不孝的外孙大骂一顿。可惜她只能怒视。她还用充满仇恨