Chapter 39 third chapter

The above is the first chapter of the novel.After writing the second chapter, we need to change the characters and scenes.This is the so-called structure of the novel. Now let's look at the female salesperson of the post office.Here again, I want to declare that this girl only represents her "this one" ——As Hegel said, by no means represent all respectable postal staff.Such a statement is necessary, given the frequent "is our so-and-so" literary accusation—not literary criticism.Of course, she has her real name and surname, but according to the order her surname should be Sun, let's call her Sun Juxiang.

Sun Juxiang is actually a naive, pretty girl.She is sitting behind a tall terrazzo counter now. If she stands up and walks around twice, you will find that her figure is very slim, with her own natural charm.When she was in middle school, her highest dream was to join an art troupe in the future. She was confident that she could dance, sing, and perform, and she would become an all-round actor. But after graduating from middle school, he was not admitted to art colleges and the city's song and dance troupe, so he stayed at home for a year.Later, she replaced her mother in the post office.Because she has a certain level of education and is lively and cute, she was soon transferred from the work of packing and carrying mail bags to the front desk to work as a salesperson.But she doesn't like this kind of work.Whether it is packing mailbags, carrying mailbags, receiving drafts, and issuing invoices, she feels bored and boring.

In normal times, she is a charming and charming girl. She not only pays attention to dressing up, but also knows how to use her frown and smile to win the likes of her comrades and neighbors, so everyone says she is a good girl.There are quite a few young men pursuing her, but she still wants to wait another year or two before getting married.This age is the golden age of women. However, as soon as she walked into the business hall of the C City Post Office and sat on the chair covered in artificial leather behind the counter, it was as if she had been cast by some kind of magic, and her appearance immediately changed: not only was her face frosty, And with a blunt attitude, it blended completely harmoniously with the special smell emanating from this hall.She was unhappy at work today.A new batch of foreign-imported hair curlers has arrived in the department store: a complete set of hair dryers, electric clippers, electric combs, etc. only sells for 41 yuan.The decoration of the box is very beautiful, with a coquettish caucasian blond beauty printed on it, and the "lubu" on the counter reads: "There are not many purchases, so hurry up!!!" The three big exclamation marks are enough to stimulate people .During breakfast, she discussed with her mother to buy a set.Mom was taken aback, saying that she had never heard of "Maomao" stuff selling for tens of dollars!Her mother cut off her braids when she went to work in the early 1950s. Until now, she is almost 60 years old. , it’s not a gold hairpin, it costs dozens of dollars?!” And her father, who was chewing fried dough sticks, the deputy director of a local grocery store, said angrily: “Nowadays, only speculators have so much spare money. Buy that stuff!"

The proposal was not passed at the family meeting, which made me angry.When she came to work, she heard from the girl next to her on the long-distance call that the electric hair curlers were sold out yesterday.It can be seen that there are still many rich people.This made her even more depressed, and she blamed herself for not being able to join the art troupe.In performance units, such cosmetics are bought with public money.So, she unconsciously wanted to vent on something.After holding her breath and doing some ordinary business, a telegram draft like this was stretched out in front of her: R City West Street City Literary Federation All Separation She threw the telegram draft on the terrazzo countertop: "Telegrams, you can't use argot and Elegant language!"

"Excuse me, why is this a catchphrase and a polite language? Huh?" The person outside the counter asked her in a mocking tone.She raised her head: this is a white-faced scholar in his thirties, wearing a pair of novel wide-brimmed glasses and a beige windbreaker. Inside the windbreaker is a hidden tweed suit and a white shirt collar.From his upper body, she could imagine that his lower body must also be wearing straight pants and three-cut leather shoes.She thought to herself that she hadn't found the right person to vent her anger on, and her tone softened a little: "Please write down the meaning clearly."

"How else can I understand? Don't you understand?" The white-faced scholar seemed to be more interested in her than telegrams, and he seemed to be reasoning with her in a chic manner, but in fact he introduced himself.He is the editor of the R City Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and he came to this city to participate in some "poetry meeting".This "poetry meeting" is very grand, and famous poets from all over the country gather together. The implication is that he is also a famous poet. Some amateur writers in R City also want to come to see and see, but today the "poetry meeting" is over, and he sent a telegram to report Those famous poets have gone their separate ways, which means that they should not come here.

"Isn't making a phone call the same as writing a poem, using the most concise and concise language?" The poet had a teasing smile on his face. "Do you want me to write so many words as 'work, name, poem, person, already, back, whole, country, each, place, you, you, no, want, white, run, one, trip, gone'?" How about you draw up a manuscript for me!" said the poet, counting the words with his fingers.The people in the back row thought she was too slow in handling things, and took advantage of this to let out a slanted laugh. Hearing that the poet asked her to draft the telegram, and seeing her dumbfounded, she laughed even more.

If it is in the park, at the gate of the movie theater, she still admires the poet's demeanor and appearance.But they were in this business hall, she was enchanted by some kind of magic, she was very unhappy today, and the poet's words caused people to laugh at her, so not only did the poet's show off not move her, It made her even more annoyed.Like a kitten pissed off by a dog, she said vigorously, "No, if I say no, I won't! You rewrite it!" She threw out a telegram, "Pay another penny!" Poets have a delicate aesthetic ability for women.At first he had no malice towards her at all, but he just wanted to take advantage of the sideshow of the "Poetry Club" to make a small joke.But her frosty face and icy tone suddenly irritated this sensitive and self-respecting young poet.The poet also became surprisingly stubborn, his face suddenly changed, and he flushed crimson.He threw the telegram into the counter again and insisted on sending it according to the draft of the telegram he had drawn up; he also patted the terrazzo countertop and said that when the poems he wrote were sent to the editorial offices of major publications, the editors were not allowed to change a single word. !

After arguing incoherently and ramblingly for a while, it finally subsided under the urging and persuasion of the people behind.Of course, it helps the poet speak a lot.Miss Sun Juxiang was ridiculed for a while, and she accepted the telegram manuscript, which was either "hidden language" or "elegant language" with tears in her eyes; the poet won the victory and walked away. Our Comrade Zhao Xinshu happened to be sending that telegram that was inexplicable to others when Miss Sun Juxiang was very sad, wronged, and very angry. When he bought a newspaper for the first time, Sun Juxiang didn't pay attention to him, but only thought that if I was on the stage, even if I sang a song or recited a line randomly, the audience would still have to applaud, and sitting in this unlucky place , no matter how good my attitude is, there are still people who find trouble...The second time, he lined up again to buy telegrams.Because he was small and thin, he had to stretch out his arms to pass the penny across the counter. Sun Juxiang saw at a glance that he was wearing a Swiss brand automatic double-calendar gold watch on his withered wrist like a rooster's toe.Sun Juxiang often visits department stores and knows that this watch is worth at least ten sets of electric curlers.The shiny thing didn't fit his sleeves, his arms at all.Seeing this shabby old guy's timid, hesitant, anxious expression and the bulging bag on the counter, he suddenly remembered her father's court instruction: "Now, the only thing to do Speculators have so much spare money to buy this kind of thing!" I began to doubt.When he held the telegram draft for the third time and handed it to her with a worried expression on his face, when she saw the telegram, she saw that it was not just "argues" or "elegant language", but out-and-out slang.When she was a child, she heard from her father that opium was not called opium in the old society, but called "black soil" and "black paste"; her mother was ill once, and her father said: "It would be nice if there was a little 'black paste'!" Now, Don't smugglers still call stolen goods "black goods"?Ms. Sun Juxiang also likes watching movies the most. She has watched "Murder No. 407", "Mystery of R4", "39 Steps" and so on.She has a boyfriend who works in a TV station, and he took her to see several videos of internal materials, such as "117 in Tokyo", "Her Majesty 007" and other James Bond spy stories.Therefore, any inexplicable numbers will remind her of terrible things and the code names of some special characters.If she hadn't had an argument with the previous poet, she'd have given the guy a stern beating, telling him to rewrite or simply refuse to send such a telegram.However, within a second, her mind suddenly became alert, and she remembered the lesson that the poet taught her, so she suppressed the passion for revenge and the urge to kill the society, and accepted the telegram without showing any signs of expression. .And the old fellow hurriedly slipped out of the crowd without even asking for a receipt, which convinced her that there was something wrong with the telegram.

When she got off work at noon, she handed over the "Lost Black Cannon 301 Search" to the leader in charge of this aspect of the Post Office.