The sound of the sewing machine "chuckles" suddenly stopped, and the world relaxed.The warm sun shone in through the small, slanted windows, and countless flying dust floated in the beams of light.People stretched, yawned, and looked at each other. The old and dull faces seemed to melt, and a faint smile appeared from the eye sockets and the corners of the mouth.The half-hour lunch time is up, the time to catch your breath is up, and the time to laugh and scold to your heart's content is also up—this is a customary rule, just like the Western April Fool's Day. The happiest people are those who have a gift -- to enjoy themselves. "What is a blessing? You fucking think it is a blessing, that's a blessing, shout!" This theory was invented by the white old man who ironed while chewing on steamed buns with stinky tofu.As for who spread the enthusiasm, it is unclear, but everyone is convinced anyway.Maybe this theory is similar to Ah Q's spiritual victory method, but none of the eight and a half people in total (a young man with paralyzed legs can only be counted as half of them) knew what Ah Q was, but someone knew about Lu Xun.As for whether he also lives in Zhongnanhai, everyone just discussed yesterday. Although the paralyzed young man expressed different opinions, in the end everyone agreed with the old man's opinion: such a famous person, why not talk about it?call!

The enamel jar rang once or twice, and the low old house was filled with a strong smell of leek restaurant. "How much meat did you put in?" "Meat? Huh, tongue meat!" Then the world became so quiet again.Don't worry, I haven't found a suitable topic to amuse me yet. The sound of a car slamming on the brakes came from the rear window, and everyone stopped chewing and pricked their ears. "Tired of work!" There must be nothing rolling; there was another rumble of the engine, and the car drove away.The prelude also kicked off. "I got off work yesterday," Aunt Xia leaned forward and swallowed a piece of pancake in her mouth, squinting her small round eyes. "I got off work yesterday." She quickly drank some water and took a deep breath." I got off work yesterday and almost scared me to death, as I was walking, there was such a noise on the back of my spine."

"Oh my god! Why didn't I choke you to death!" "Little Feet" who was sitting opposite broke off a piece of steamed stuffed bun and threw it into his mouth, "Just for this little shit, I thought you picked up a diamond." She She pursed her lips, turned her face away, put her right leg on her left leg, and swung her four or five inch long bound feet triumphantly a few times. The paralyzed young man scratched his head while eating, "Aunt Xia, you will be deducted ninety-two cents for half a day of personal leave and half a day of sick leave this month."

"I looked back," Aunt Xia continued, "The alley is so narrow and the cars are so wide, where can I hide? I'm running... If your two precious feet have to be drilled into the car, there is no cure. " She retaliated against "little feet" in a blank manner. "The car drove me to the entrance of the alley. A few elementary school students said it was a 'red flag'; I only heard people say a red flag car, but we don't know what kind of a red flag car is. You say..." She said in the He slapped his leg, as if he regretted not being able to take a closer look at the Hongqi car.

Everyone heard the "red flag" so solemnly that they stopped laughing, only the white old man "yelled!" in disapproval and said: "You are really a waste of work. The red flag car? It's big! It's beautiful! The glass gun on the window hits it. It’s not clear, it’s made in Germany, it’s all like that!” As soon as his eyes met the eyes of the paralyzed young man, he added: “Now China has also succeeded in the experiment, and the people who ride in that car are all famous people from the central government. In the early years, Ma Lianliang... "Hearing the paralyzed boy secretly laughing, the old man was confused.

However, "Little Feet" giggled alone, and the more everyone scolded her as a "crazy old woman", the more she laughed. "Call a car, call a car! There's a crazy one here!" The white old man ran towards the door solemnly. "As soon as I came this morning, I saw that her ass didn't look like her butt, and her face didn't look like her face..." "Uncle Bai, one day of personal leave and two half days of sick leave, you will be deducted one dollar and eighty-five cents." The paralyzed boy settled the bill again. "Cut it up, it'll save you a lot of money." The white old man squatted down in the corner of the door, and said generously, but his eyes were still looking at "little feet", with a smug and sly smile on his face.

"Little Feet" finally stopped laughing, but hiccupped: "Uh! This old thing said me just now." She poked Aunt Xia's finger, "Uh! I have to drill holes in the car, uh! If I I punched the red flag car, but I was lucky, eh! After a while, two orderlies came to serve me, delicious food and spicy food, eh!" "Would you like to smoke something?" The white old man squinted his eyes and leaned over, with a complimenting expression on his face again. "Hey! That's it!" Xiao Jiaoer "glanced at old man Bai, and put on a straight face." Old man Bai—huh!We haven't approved you yet; old man Bai!Buy two Chinese filters. "

"Cha!" The white old man responded, then grabbed the hand of "Little Foot" and sounded his pulse earnestly. "Are you awake?" he said again. "Little Feet" shoved him: "What's wrong? He bumped into me!" Seeing what she meant, it seems that "good luck" is not a difficult task. "I'm just going to hit you with this bad bone? Why don't you just lie down and lie down? It's in the morgue, or the crematorium." The white old man broke a match and picked a match leisurely. Mouth yellow teeth. "Little Feet" opened his eyes and was speechless, the matter was really useless. "I'm dead and have my son!" She suddenly regained her spirits.

"When a son dies, there are still grandsons. There is no end to children and grandchildren. If you dig a little bit of this mountain, there will be a little less. What can't be finished? Three seven twenty one, three times five divisions two..." The paralyzed young man chanted. Talking to himself in the same way, without raising his head or looking away, he cleaned up the accounts, biting the fire halfway. "What about your son?" Someone asked with interest. "He has to find a house for my son to get married! My son is thirty-two, and my wife is twenty-nine, wow!" "Little Feet"'s eyes are much brighter, even though the vegetable buns rolled to the ground, "This time it counts Yes! We still don’t like the dilapidated house in the housing management office. I have to give me a unit with a kitchen and a toilet. My son and daughter-in-law live in one, and I live in one by myself..."

The white old man poked her: "Let me remind you - you were killed by a car a long time ago. It doesn't matter! I will live in that room for you, and I can show you grandson and so on in the future." He shrugged again Nose, maybe it’s easy to shed some tears, "Even if you have accumulated evil virtues, you will have nothing but things in your next life." Someone was about to laugh, but the words were picked up by another old lady.It is said that she is an old lady, but she is not very old, but she has a lot of teeth that have been pulled out and have not been fitted, and she has a little asthma.With a "little whistle" in her throat, she said, "I don't know why! It's good or bad to be hit by a car. Our old man was hit by a car and broke his leg in the year of the earthquake. It was hit by a walking tractor in the countryside. , who are you extorting? The driver is so poor, it’s poor...but there was a silly girl in our hometown who was hit and killed by a "Shanghai" last year. What's the matter? One thousand yuan! One thousand! That's the car 'Shanghai'……"

Everyone's eyebrows were wrinkled into a character horoscope, and their mouths were wide open for fear that they would not be round.There was no joke here anymore, everyone slowed down their chewing frequency, as if they were thinking about something.For a while, the old house was quite lonely, and even the white old man had no sly smile lines on his face. "Aunt Luo is on sick leave for three days, and you will be deducted two yuan and seventy-seven cents." The only exception was the paralyzed young man. "If I," said Aunt Luo, "I don't want the thousand dollars, and when I have to spend all the money, I will ask them to find me a formal job, or give them the 'red flag' It’s fine to be a nanny at home. We have an old neighbor who has accumulated virtue in some life. He works as a nanny in a big cadre’s family. He will give you some old things that you don’t need or can’t eat. Just fucking enough for you .Of course, it’s okay to assign me a formal job..." The vertical lines between everyone's eyebrows disappeared together, which can be regarded as a moment of enlightenment. "Why don't we say it's better now?" Grandma Lu, who is in charge of sewing buttons, looked at everyone with one eye (by the way, she only has one eye) from the top of the reading glasses, and she also had feelings, "In the early years, our old man A shopkeeper who runs a pharmacy pulls a monthly cart. I carried our eldest daughter to him in the twelfth lunar month. He took a piece of rice cake for the eldest daughter from the cook, and he was not scolded? What do rich people eat? Eat... ..." She stretched out her thumbs and index fingers, as if there was a huge bowl or plate in the middle, "eating, eating" for a long time, but finally did not "eat" anything.One eye behind the flower mirror blinked and blinked, "Look, for the first two days our old man was still talking about... oh, eating green-haired turtles, and let the navy catch live prawns, and the air force shipped them..." "That's Lin Biao! You confused me." The paralyzed young man held his cheeks in his hands and said with a half-smile. "Shout!" The white old man stood up grinning, spun around on the spot and sat down on the stool again, "Are you meddling with you? Lin Biao has become the shopkeeper of the pharmacy again, and you ate Lin Biao's rice cake again." Come on, how can you explain to your children about historical issues when you are old!" Amidst the roar of laughter, Grandma Lu slowly closed her outstretched fingers, smiled shamefully for a while, and fell silent. People returned to the original topic. "If I were to say anything, they would have to ask them to transfer our father back to Beijing. When supporting the third front, they said they would come back in three years. That would be good. Our 'Xiao Yuanzi' will be thirteen this year." Someone sighed in the corner Take a breath. Someone lit a cigarette in front of the stove: "Don't mention it, if only I could ask them to help transfer my son back from Yunnan." "We have to be assigned a formal job!" The back of the pillar spat out a mouthful of phlegm, "Our second boy has been back from Inner Mongolia for more than two years, and we have not been assigned. If the Hongqi car drives to the factory gate, the next order? The factory manager also has to What a shame! It's a pity..." "Hey! Don't be greedy, just give our old sisters a few dollars more salary..." There was another silence in the low-slung old house. It was obviously inaccurate to say that it was a daze after having enough water and food, because both pairs of eyes were shining with a strange light—the light of longing?The light of joy?Or the light that got its wish?Not good.In short, it is the rare light in this crumbling small workshop, and the rare light in the eyes of those who are over fifty years old.People are like stone statues, looking straight at a fixed place.Some are picking moles on their cheeks, some are picking out the hairs in their nostrils, some are picking something out of their nostrils and sticking them between their fingers... They all seem to be listening to some gospel. "Bing-stick!" The late autumn wind sent in a long call, which woke people up from the state of selflessness. "Oh, I don't want to be hit by a car." I don't know who was the first to realize it.There was a burst of happy laughter in the depths of the alley.Mixed with vulgar profanity. The sewing machine sounded "Ga Gua Gua", and the world became tense again. 1979