Chapter 5 4

My appearance is mediocre and rough, but my heart is delicate and delicate.I told the old gangster Kong Jianguo, don’t look at me like a pig butcher, but I’m actually a poet. I took a Chinese class in middle school. The Chinese teacher wearing black-rimmed glasses taught me how to use parallelism and personification. He said that if you know parallelism and personification, you are a poet and you can write poems.I occasionally read "Youth Literature and Art" and "Children's Age" subscribed by my sister.Once, "Youth Literature and Art" collected poems, and the authors must be middle school students. An author could send up to 20 poems, and the first, second, and third prizes would be awarded one month later.Because they are national magazines, they will become national-level young poets after winning the award, which is also considered a specialty. In the future, they will get extra points in the college entrance examination, which is as effective as throwing a javelin or a discus.I wrote thirty poems in one night, picked out twenty poems the next day, transcribed them on green grid paper, and sent them out.I think I only remember twenty poems by Li Bai and Du Fu, and my twenty poems have been handed down for thousands of years, which is enough.

On the night when I wrote the poem, I read it quickly, skipping all the chapters of sacrifices and unfamiliar characters, and understood "Fu Bixing" and "Zheng Fengyao". side, and then repeatedly chant.On that night when I wrote poetry, I wrote all the poems in my life, and never wrote a single line after that, just like I exhausted all my delicate and beautiful imagination of girls from the age of sixteen to eighteen, after that, All the girls are beautiful in my eyes.Liu Jingwei said, you are a nympho.Zhang Guodong said, you have no taste, you pick up vegetables in the basket, and rotten pears can quench your thirst.I said, you idiots.

People have very different capacities for different things at different times.In the past, when we fought and picked up girls, we could fight three times a day, and we could have sex with four girls in a month, and we had two girlfriends at the same time, one three five, two four six, and rest on Sundays, three to five milliliters at a time.Now writing novels, the strokes are smooth, five or six thousand words a day, one wife is enough for me to miss all year round, three to five milliliters at a time. The first of my twenty poems goes like this: print I imprint the moon in the sky the sky is mine

I printed a shoe on the ground land is mine I put my lips on your forehead you are mine The second of my twenty poems is this: null no feet I can still approach you no hands i can still touch you no heart I can still miss you no lower body i can still burn you A month later, I was notified that I hadn’t even won the third prize, and all 20 poems had been returned. At the end of the draft paper, there was a four-character comment: “a lewd book”, and several crosses were drawn on it.I think it's a compliment.These four words have been kept in my notebook, and I take them with me when I write novels, and read them from time to time, as my pursuit of the style of the article, and always motivate myself.

I showed my poems to the old rascal Kong Jianguo.I think he is a hooligan who knows girls, so he should know poetry.The old rascal Kong Jianguo didn’t comment on my poem, but asked me three times who is the “you” in the poem, and the third time, I said that the “you” in the poem is ambition, ideal, Peking University, and double leather High top Nike basketball shoes. Zhu Chang's skin was very fair, and when viewed from the side, one could see the blue veins under the skin of the neck and cheeks.There is a flow in the veins that makes my heart tremble. After watching for a long time, the heartbeat will synchronize with this flow, making a deafening sound.At this time, in the quiet classroom, it seemed that everyone was staring at me and knew what I was looking at.

Living in the same building, I will inevitably meet Zhu Chang's mother.She convinced me that all the legends told by the old rascal Kong Jianguo had actually happened. When foreign literati praise women to the top, they say that this woman can calm the bull in heat.I think on the contrary, Zhu Shang's mother can make men from sixteen to sixty years old full of carnal desires, which is rare in China.Although Zhu Shangniang is obviously old, and the textures carved by the years can be clearly seen in the corners of her eyes, but the gestures of this late beauty can always reveal the beautiful scenery of the past, which makes people look up.It's as if the old gangster Kong Jianguo had washed his hands in the golden basin ten years later and switched to car repair. Although he had completely lost sight of the style of a young man picking up eight strong men with bloody green military uniforms with a fork in his youth, he heard that his nephew was killed by several The little ruffian was beaten into an eggplant --- put down the wrench, and when I opened my eyes, I still felt the chill of the autumn wind.

Zhu Chang is not a woman like her mother.The nose is not a nose, not high; the eyes are not eyes, not big.None of the five senses are outstanding, but they all look good together.It seems that Zhu Chang did not inherit the beautiful form from her mother, but inherited the beautiful feeling, just like the cat in "Alice in Wonderland", the smiling face is gone, and the smile is still rippling in the air. When I came home from school, I could occasionally meet Zhu Chang’s parents who came back from get off work. Her father wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, with narrow black edges and metal frames.He said few words, but his gestures revealed a kindness and kindness.Her mother seldom speaks, but it always makes me feel indifferent, and then I think of the benefits of Tweety.They occasionally met colleagues in the corridor. Zhu Chang's father often exchanged a few words and chatted about the big and small things in the unit for a while. Pick up a thread or two.I also heard the conversation between Zhu Chang's parents in the corridor, and the topics mostly focused on the adjustment of diet, changes in temperature and countermeasures.I used to always wonder who all the pretty girls who passed by me on the street every day slept with when they got home.After observing Zhu Chang's parents, I realized that they are people like Zhu Chang's father.This kind of person can't sit on the dragon chair and the difference between Mazha, appreciates the first-class women, ignorant and unaware, with a clear conscience, as if he has gained the Tao.Otherwise, worrying about the cuckold will make him lose twenty years of life.

What I want to know now is how mother Zhu Shang, who has been cooking in the kitchen for 20 years, will feel when she meets the big hooligans of old.Those big hooligans may be the chairman of the board now, and they always bring bodyguards when they go out. At least some of them carry bags, hug each other, and ride tigers.Would Zhu Chang's mother think, or at least think, that a man should not earn a lot of money, but should be so beautiful.If she thought about it this way, did she mention to Zhu Chang's father how Zhu Chang's father would deal with it. Finally, one time, the old rascal Kong Jianguo confessed that the boy with fierce eyes that Zhu Chang's mother hugged for the first time was now a wealthy man.His company does everything from introducing marriages to international pimps, to bulletproof vests and ammunition, and also makes fabrics and ready-to-wear, so my father who is engaged in clothing export with me can be regarded as a half-familiar friend.I met that guy once, it was a cocktail party, buffet, salmon, lobster, very sweet wine, all the people attending were dressed very formally, walked around with a glass of wine, and respected people they knew The surprise of meeting again, smiling at people I don’t know.I put on a suit awkwardly, borrowed from the elder brother of the neighbor on the fifth floor, and went to eat with my dad for free.I saw that big hooligan with a big back, big leather shoes, a big gold chain, and polish. He was also a man with a huge head.Everyone around him looked at him and listened to what he said, eloquently and with ease.His three bodyguards also wore sunglasses in the room, one on each side and one behind him. The three of them looked ahead at the same time, without blocking the glorious image of this big gangster.My dad approached me to strike up a conversation, he gave me a sharp look, and praised my cunning to my dad. The times are so good, it's a pity that I don't come out to work and go to school.I said, uncle, I am still young.Why isn't your bodyguard replaced by a woman?The hair reaches the shoulders, the kind that is shiny and smooth.

"I heard that your mother used to be very famous." I asked Zhu Chang. "My father rarely talked about it, and neither did my mother. I just went to the street with my father, and my father would sometimes point it out to me and say to me: 'Look, that bastard-faced guy almost became your father. Look, that right-handed boy The man with three fingers almost became your father.'” "Our father is so funny." "I said to him: 'I don't want someone like that to be my father.'" I really can't listen to what the math teacher is saying. The heating in the room was very hot, and the forty-eight little faces in the room were blushing.If I open my eyes and look at the math teacher, after a few minutes, I can only see the teacher's huge and neat teeth, and then syllables roll out from inside, like bright dice, falling on the ground, making a crisp but Meaningless noise.So I simply used textbooks, teaching materials and exercise sets to build a high wall on the desk to block the majestic and white teeth of the math teacher. .For mathematics, physics and chemistry, I read the textbooks by myself every semester, find a book and finish the exercises, and then take the exam. The problem of passing is not a big problem. How much higher than the passing line depends on the mood of the teacher and my understanding.For the rest of the class time, I was cranky and read all kinds of miscellaneous books.

I admire those study animals who study hard and read serious books.The teacher often hints to us that because of their strong presence, the future of us bastards will be very miserable.The most famous animal in our class is a plump and pretty chubby Yan, her cheeks are always pink.In order to concentrate on listening to the lecture, she begged repeatedly with the teacher, transferred to the first row, and sat quietly, like a lighthouse.Except for going to the toilet, Fat Yan didn't move at all.I asked Zhang Guodong, what does Fat Yan eat?Zhang Guodong said that she eats intellectual candy.Intellectual candy is white candy, made into the shape of 12345, and there are various symbols of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.Fat Yan’s eating method is to eat a 1 first, then a plus sign, then a 4, then an equal sign, and finally a 5.Even so, Fat Yan is still gaining weight, while the people around her are getting thinner and thinner.The worst was Sang Baojiang. He switched seats with me and entered the radiation range of Fat Yan. Three months later, his appendix was cut.At the end of the fourth class, Zhang Guodong and I often felt unbearably hungry. Just look at Fat Yan. When she was thinking or angry, we could still smell the aroma of stewed meat a few rows away.For a while, Zhang Guodong had a certain obsession with Pang Yan. When Pang Yan left his seat to go to the toilet, Zhang Guodong rushed over, sat down on Pang Yan's chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his body left and right.Zhang Guodong came back and told me: "It's very warm."

In the process of reading miscellaneous books, I am often immersed in various fantasies, but as long as it is daytime, I basically have no sexual fantasies.Sometimes, I imagined that the old gangster Kong Jianguo suddenly became younger, brought a group of brothers and fought with the "Huya" gang from Baihuzhuang Middle School.The location is just outside the window, which is the street in front of the school, opposite to the printing factory of China Youth Daily and the School of Mechanical Engineering Management referred to as "Chicken Yard".I sat in the row by the window, and when the teacher turned his back to me, I could see it when I stood up.The guy who uses fire is still a cold weapon. I like cold weapons, which are more direct and reflect the value of people. Bricks, pipe forks, and big-headed sticks with nails are all good.I heard the old gangster Kong Jianguo shouting, I like his shouting, it doesn't have any special meaning, it simply says "I must kill you." I have a bad voice, I can only pronounce it with my voice, the old gangster Kong Jianguo's Yelling is a sound that comes out of the throat from the anus, large intestine, small intestine, straight to the chest cavity.I've heard this sound twice, and I can recall it whenever I want.I think, if this kind of voice is shouted too much, it may appear in the book: the liver and intestines are broken, that is, the large and small intestines are broken, and feces and urine leak in the stomach. Sometimes, I imagine a sister who is much older than me to pick me up.How much bigger, I don't know.I couldn't tell if I was in my twenties, my thirties or my forties.The appearance must be good-looking, but it cannot look like a big car, a second car, a female spy, or even Zhu Chang.The hair is black, fine, and smooth. If it falls down, it will hang on the chest, it will rub against the breasts, and it will be thrown behind the shoulders, and it will pass over the ridges of the shoulder blades.However, what I like most is the hair that is coiled no matter how long or short it is, without a dark green Chinese HB pencil or an old white jade hairpin from the early Qing Dynasty.The figure is not necessarily big breasts, but the legs are very long.She'd better be able to drive and go wherever she wants.I don't know why she is looking for me and where she wants to take me.I like to ride in a car driven by a beautiful woman. I sit next to me, unscrupulous and unrestrained, looking at the scenery outside the window and the beauty inside the window.When the scenery is good, when the beauty smiles, put your left hand on the beauty's right leg, and ask: Is it a hooligan who puts his hand like this without asking your permission?When you're not driving, you're bound to slap him when this happens?The beauty is concentrating on driving, not focusing too much on her own beauty as usual, so she is extraordinarily beautiful. Sometimes, I imagine Zhu Chang.I close my eyes, Zhu Chang is beside me, I can smell her smell, it is a mixed smell, including the soap she used, face oil, washing powder left on clothes, and the hair exposed outside , arms, and a body wrapped in clothes.I could hear her playing with the paper, she always had something to play with, like folding a small piece of paper back and forth.After a long time, she warned me that I must not hand over the movie ticket or train ticket to her, because it will be folded and rubbed beyond recognition after 20 minutes.I knew that there was Zhu Chang's breath in the air, so I took a deep breath with my mouth and chewed slowly. It was very hot in the room, and the sizzling hot steam smoked a layer of mist on the glass windows.I clenched my fist and pressed the bottom of my fist against the misted window, and there was a small footprint on the window.There is still water mist around, but the footprints are transparent, and you can see the winter outside the window.Press it once, press it again, press it again, and there will be a string of crooked little footprints leading to the distance in the mist.So a little monster wearing a blue pointed hat followed the string of small footprints and walked obliquely into the winter outside the window. There are rows of trees in winter outside the window.The tree has lost all its leaves, showing a trace of scattered branches with complicated layers.The little monster knew that these were winter flowers.Occasionally, a few wisps of thin clouds flow through the flowers, that is the river in the sky.Be patient and wait, the little monster saw a huge petal floating down from the upper reaches of the river.On each pink petal lies a little powder puff girl. I strongly feel that there are two worlds.Besides the one entrenched in the hard chair under the ass, there was another one.If you walk along your own eyes and walk through the mist on the window that separates the two worlds, you will be in a fantasy world where elves are jumping.The world under the chair is too small.If you hide in your room, walk along the green lights, and cross the shallow river formed by thousands of years, this is the heroic era when gangsters are regarded as a proper profession, and the era when brothel women represent cultural beauties.The world under the chair is too narrow. In my feeling, Zhu Chang is the only girl who can appear in two worlds.If you walked through the mist on the window, Zhu Chang would be the little girl who slept most soundly on the largest pink petal.If you cross the shallow stream of thousands of years, Zhu Chang is like the sentence in Sikong Tu's "Twenty-Four Poems": "Falling flowers are speechless, and people are as light as chrysanthemums." Later, when I studied psychology, I realized that many beautiful imaginations in my youth were born from my heart. I had never seen pigs running, let alone eaten pork, so I dragged my imagination of Phoenix to sows. Later, I started playing with jade. Ancient jade needs to be rubbed and rubbed, which is called "pan" in jargon.Old jade is often difficult to pan, and it takes two or three years to get rid of it after hard panning, especially old jade that has been buried with iron, copper, or corpses for thousands of years.I took this kind of old jade and called Zhu Chang. She never wants to be idle and needs something to play with.Within six months, the artifacts unearthed in Hongshan's life pit must have been ravaged into samples from the Beijing Jade Factory last year, glowing with glass from top to bottom.If Zhu Chang is reincarnated as a boy in his next life, he must be a counter-revolutionary masturbator. The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and I found that the leek leaf stuck to the front teeth of the math teacher was gone. There was an extra leek leaf on Sang Baojiang's forehead, which was the same size and shape. Pit glass light. When I woke up, I yelled: "Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it all my life." I think of Zhuge Liang who wrote this doggerel in the past, in that place called Wollongong in Nanyang, farming, studying, and going to brothels and restaurants when there was a lot of money. Thinking when money is scarce, I feel that I was born at an untimely time. At that time, you don’t need to study for so many years, especially you don’t need to study mathematics. As long as you are well-mannered, thick-skinned, capable of being stinky, familiar with the first four histories and "Warring States Policy", you can say things such as "the world must be divided for a long time, If we divide for a long time, we must unite." "Opportunities and challenges coexist" and other inconsequential nonsense, if you persist for a few years, you will become a counselor.Plus one or two buddies with thick arms, loud voices, fierce fights, who dare to chop off their own fingers, and claim to be not afraid of death.Coupled with a group of people who are full of dissatisfaction with society, an egomaniac who doesn't know how many bowls of rice he has to eat comes out, saying that he is a dragon, the sun, and the son of heaven.In case things come to fruition and gain power, there is no need to mention the one-jeep and one-jeep cart, the second car, the female spy, and Tweety.Even for a girl like Zhu Chang, with so many people in the country, you can always find ten or eight of them, and keep them in peacetime. In wartime, you can kill Dong Zhuo or Lu Bu by throwing out one.Even if they can’t find it, we’ll capture a group of top scientists, those who loved reading “One Hundred Thousand Whys” since childhood, buy some pork from the farmer’s market, buy some test tubes from the chemical store, make some Zhu clothes, and behead them if they can’t do it.Zhang Guodong presided over the research work, and Liu Jingwei presided over the beheading and other ideological work.Before it is finished, I can still catch a few painters, let me describe them, and they come to draw, and they can always draw a few pictures that are both in shape and spirit.I have already come up with a recruitment slogan: "If it is Kong Ming, we will talk about the world; if it is Guan Gong, we will dance with a sword." When Liu Jingwei and Zhang Guodong heard it, they would definitely join; when the old gangster Kong Jianguo heard it, he would definitely join. This is the power of words . The first class in the morning is mathematics, and it's time to talk about analytic geometry. It would be strange if the mathematics teacher didn't stare at the triangle and add himself as an auxiliary line on the blackboard.I feel extremely bored. Outside the house, during the interval between the roar of cars, the crowing of orioles is melodious.Sunshine's hand reached into the window, carefully and patiently stroking my face exposed outside the quilt.There was no wind, and Guohuai, Arborvitae, and the retired elders carrying cages and birds, accepted the caress of the sun motionlessly with silly expressions.I can’t refuse such a good sun in winter, as if Zhu Chang suddenly opened his arms one day and whispered "Hold me", I will definitely pounce on him like a standard pervert. I have practiced this scene hundreds of times. I decided to skip school. As I usually go to class, I packed my big schoolbag and went to my parents' room on the second floor to stuff some breakfast: soybean milk, steamed buns with sesame paste and white sugar. "I went to school." "Take a few more bites." Mom said. "I'm going to be late for math class." Mom must have forced Dad to eat up the remaining soy milk and steamed buns with sesame paste and white sugar.My mother developed this habit in the 1960s and 1970s when there was a lack of clothing and food. At that time, the food lacked nutrients and could only be supplemented by quantity, so I had to eat more and more.Later, in the 21st century, my mother ignored the changes in diet structure and continued to fill the family around her. My dad was the only person she could catch for a long time. The poor skinny old man soon got hyperlipidemia and diabetes. Invite a lot of ants.When I used to live in the alley, when my dad went to the bathroom, all the ants in the alley followed him, forming a black mass behind him, which was spectacular. I walked aimlessly westward along Zhongfang Street with my schoolbag on my back, kicking away all the stones and popsicle papers that my toes touched. The stench of the caramel factory was still strong.It was an indescribable and unbearable sweet smell. When I first smelled it, it still felt sweet, but soon it became nauseating and greasy, like Qianlong's imperial inscription everywhere.Compared with it, I prefer the smell of poorly managed toilets, fierce and honest, like a field where everything grows. I have loved all kinds of translucent things since I was a child: lotus root powder, paste, popsicles, jelly, jade, writing, hands and faces of fair-skinned girls, and sorghum glutinous rice.But ever since I found out that the caramel factory can emit such a stench, I never eat sorghum yoghurt again.Next to the caramel factory is the China Acrobatic Troupe, an inconspicuous building. I have never seen actors rehearsing on the playground outside the building. Maybe the actors are also afraid of the smell of the caramel factory.When we were in class, we always felt that acrobatic rehearsals should be full of risks. From time to time, one or two actors would fall out of the building of the acrobatic troupe, break the windows, scream, a pool of blood, and crying, and then We ran down the teaching building to join in the fun, and then the ambulance came roaring.However, in the three years of high school, this kind of thing did not happen once.To the north of the acrobatic troupe is a prosthetic factory, which makes arms, legs and other things, both plastic and silicone.Liu Jingwei forced me and Zhang Guodong to climb over the wall and enter the warehouse of the prosthetic limb factory at night, and stole several arms and thighs. Tomorrow is me, how many people can die peacefully like the old rascal Kong Jianguo? Although these arms and thighs are not auspicious, who knows when you and I will need them.” When Liu Jingwei was speaking, his expression was desolate, still A lot of idioms are used, and the orthodox subject education still has a subtle effect.Zhang Guodong and I looked at each other and quickly said, "You can keep it. You can keep it all." When we returned to my room, we found that we had taken two women's thighs by mistake.I thought it was a large man's arm, and it was a mess, so I took it back.Liu Jingwei was very generous and said: "Qiu Shui, you are thin, you keep it for use." I said: "Zhang Guodong is also thin, let him use it. Or when you need to change your arm in the future, you can replace it with these two female thighs. Then In a fight, if it is a pervert who is thinner than you, you may think you are a left uppercut, but in fact you are a slut. In a million people, there are only one or two people who can beat you, and the great mage of Xishan can't beat you. If you encounter someone you can’t beat, don’t be in a hurry, if you land on all fours, you are a centaur, and good luck will come naturally when the centaur drives away. If you run wildly, even the Beijing jeep can’t catch up with you.” Liu Jingwei said : "I rely on it." Zhang Guodong thought for a while, and added: "I rely on it, too." To the south of the Acrobatic Troupe is Sanlitun Auto Parts Street, where stolen cars in Beijing are turned into parts and sold one by one.We are very familiar with the bad guys here. Liu Jingwei's ideal is to gain weight and take a share to open an auto repair and parts shop.Liu Jingwei loves cars, especially a jeep called a Hummer by the US military, which is the size of a truck.Zhang Guodong and I agree that only young men will fall in love with that kind of car, because use it or lose it, girls get in this kind of car, even boring men can make them excited to climax.Liu Jingwei later became entrenched in Anhui and became a pioneer of private entrepreneurs making cars. "This business is so lucrative, four wheels can run around a circle of iron sheets, and people rush to buy them." Liu Jingwei told me excitedly on the phone, and a week or two after that, he was raped and killed in the hospital. In the bathtub of his own five-star hotel, the bathtub is filled with rose petals.The old hooligan Kong Jianguo's car repair stall was at the intersection of Sanlitun North Street and South Street. At that time, there was no kiosk in the shape of a huge draft beer mug.He didn't care about business at all, so I went to play with him, and he asked me: "How do you think I wrote the word 'car repair'? Don't curl your lips, the handwriting of famous masters, Xingkai, although there is no Qigong, Shu Tong is well-known, but in fact his skills are much higher. I sat and waited for work, blocking the word "car", and others only saw me under the word "Xiu" and "Xiu". One day a big monk passed by, They asked me what I was doing, thinking that I was cultivating my body. There were also two foreigners who were learning Chinese and asked me if I wanted to do performance art with them. I didn’t have to change anything. Zhang face and overalls, the location was changed to Tiananmen Square, both of them stripped naked, one pretended to be the front wheel and the other the rear wheel, and I used a screwdriver to fix them." If the old rogue Kong Jianguo was serious about business, he would have greeted us Push pins were scattered from the north gate of the Workers' Gymnasium to the south gate of Chaoyang Park, and they were scattered on both sides of the main road.The old rascal Kong Jianguo has a pump, which is shiny, and the two ends of the pump handle are inlaid with old jade sword heads from the Western Han Dynasty. The jade is blue and white, reddish brown, and has an antique flavor.He usually hides it and never borrows it from anyone. He takes it out only when a pretty little girl comes to cheer him up. In the rain, the tits go up and down, buttocks rise and fall, and then hide the pump well.The old rascal Kong Jianguo said that he can judge the character of a girl by how she cheers up, whether she is suitable for an IKEA house. When I have a girlfriend in the future, I will definitely let her come here to cheer up. The old rascal Kong Jianguo promised to give a free appraisal.Later, when Tweety was tricked, the old hooligan Kong Jianguo forgot to take away the gas cylinder. In the sunshine, the breeze and the drizzle, he said that Tweety was a divine product, and the gas cylinder embedded with old jade was thrown on the dirt road.Zhu Chang has good eyesight. When he saw his car repair booth thirty meters away, he muttered, "Old hooligan." Then he dragged me to another place to cheer. The fruit stand at the gate of Chaoyang Hospital is doing a brisk business, and the patients ate fruits that they could not normally eat after getting sick.One or two shopkeepers saw me, and greeted me from afar: "Turtle, have you been kicked out by the teacher again?" "The teacher asked me to keep an eye on the booth for you, and let you go back to make up lessons, from the first year of junior high school to the third year of senior high school, and then let you take the college entrance examination." There are bananas, oranges, apples, and thick-skinned winter watermelons on the cart, all with a foreign word on them. elliptical label, pretending to be imported from Panama.I picked a handful of the best-looking bananas from the cart, poked out two, peeled them and ate them. "You are so pompous, how can I sell the rest?" "Aren't there so many kind-hearted people? Tell them, this is the freshest banana, just picked from your family's back garden in Panama. If you don't believe me, the sticking marks are not old yet." "Then don't eat bananas like this on the main road. Look at how you eat it. If you suck it down, the little girl will be embarrassed. If you really have free time, come play mahjong at night and win your last pair of underwear." It was only after eight o'clock in the morning. Looking through the glass window, there was no one in the Likang Roast Duck Restaurant.Guys were busy unloading baskets of feathered ducks from the pickup truck.The Gongti roller skating rink in the north of the street is quiet and bleak. Uncleaned boiled corn husks and popsicle paper are lying upright on a windless winter day. There are no holidays at all. The hilarious scene of galloping vertically and horizontally.Tweety is very good at roller skating, she can slide forward, backward, and sideways, and she can still smile when she jumps up, turns around and falls down.Wearing a tight jacket and jeans, she has extremely long legs, her hair is tied with an elastic band, forming a ponytail in the back, and her forehead is exposed in front.Tweety must teach me roller skating, I said there is no one more stupid than me.Tweety said that she likes to teach stupid people, what is the meaning of teaching smart people.I said, I am afraid of falling, and I am afraid of pain after falling.Tweety said, you can hold my hand, and I can rub it for you where it hurts.My sister borrowed the knee pads and elbow pads she wears for volleyball practice, but without the head pads, I wore a daddy's shearling hat with the ear pads down and the strap fastened around the chin.I was fully dressed and stood in the roller skating rink like an idiot. My feet were roller skates with wheels, which were different from the flat shoes I used to wear.This ground is not mine.Tweety held my right hand with her right hand, put her left hand around my waist, and taught me how to move my legs and feet. The little hooligans who whizzed by around me had their eyeballs bulging out of envy, like goldfish, and their mouths blew It has been frozen for a long time outside.A few years later, Tweety applied for the film school.Her homework is mediocre, she doesn't have the strength to be an athlete, it doesn't matter to be a flight attendant, so she decides to become an actress.In the examination of actors, you need to test vocal music, body, lines, and performance.The first test was simple, a group performance, the topic was a train station, a group of more than 20 people, each scratching their heads and making poses.Tweety was able to keep her face clean among thousands of people, and these twenty or so people were not a problem at all. No matter how stupid the examiner was, he could tell at a glance who was selling tea eggs, who was a pheasant, and who was a real playboy.The second test requires 10 minutes each to perform one kind of person and one kind of animal.Tweety said, I'd better perform what I'm familiar with.Tweety first played a kind of person: beauty.The specific form is to ask the most senior examiner to come over and pour her a cup of tea, and then drink it slowly for ten minutes.Tweety later performed another animal: the satyr.Tweety imitated the Zhang Guodong she was familiar with.Tweety got a perfect score in her professional exam. A long time later, after graduating from Tweety Film Academy for a while, she could still see her after turning on the TV.Tweety asked me to meet at Gongti, it was raining, and when I got out of the taxi, I saw Tweety standing at the gate of the roller skating rink with an umbrella. Tweety said, "I'm leaving." I asked, "Where are you going?" Tweety said, "Go to Africa." I asked, "Are you going to play?" Tweety said, "Go get married." I said, "Let me treat you to Likang Roast Duck, which is right next to it, not available in Africa." Tweety said, "Hold me." I hug Tweety with both hands, feeling that she is very small, as soft as a sponge.As soon as I exerted my arms, Tweety shrank into a small ball, as if it could fit into my trouser pocket.Her hair was just under my nose, and in the light of the street lamp, the raindrops on her hair were shining.My nose was right at the parting of her hair. The left side and the right side were equally oily and smooth. Although I had a cold, my nasal mucosa was congested, and my brain was in a daze, I could still smell the aroma. Tweety said, "Remember when I taught you roller skating?" I said, "I still remember things falling apart, falling apart, visceral bleeding and things like that." Tweety said: "What do you want me to do with you? I can't forget." I said, "Take me to Africa too. If you don't have roast duck and me, how would you live in Africa?" Walking south from the roller skating rink, the brick archway of Dongyue Temple is "Yongyan Emperor Zuo" from the north, "Zhisi Daizong" from the south, and the old man Che said it was written by the treacherous minister Yan Song.Pass through the archway, and then go south, you will find the first embassy area of ​​Ritan.The streets are empty, the leaves are all gone, and there are still a few black children riding bicycles, without licenses, bells, or skills, rushing forward and looking down upon themselves.I know these guys pretty well, and I run into them every time I skip school and come here.Their bicycles have no fenders or supports. When they want to do something, they throw the bicycles on the dry grass by the side of the road, and then punch and kick each other.They have curly hair and outstretched hands, one side is black and the other is fiery red.I think they must understand orangutans.I taught them a bunch of swearing dialects in Beijing, which they spoke fluently and then forgot all of them.So I learned from it and compiled it into a ballad. They memorized it a few times and they memorized it by heart. Every time they saw me, they would ask me the exact words and scold me.I also learned a bunch of their swear words. It is said that they are very popular in Addis Ababa in East Africa, but I don’t know when I can use them. Walking to Yabao Road, I boarded a No. 44 bus.There was no one there, so I found a seat in the back row and sat down.I like the back row. When the road is bumpy, the ups and downs are the biggest, as if riding a horse.The ticket sales lady gave me a vicious look.I was tired from playing truant and wandering around, so I would definitely take the No. 44 Ring Road and go around the No. 2 Ring Road. I often met this ticket sales lady.The aunt is big and fleshy, with a lion nose and leopard eyes, and a face full of flesh, with clean lines, sharp edges and corners, unambiguously fierce, like a cicada of the "Han Eight Swords".He has heavy hair, more black and less white, randomly tied behind his head with rubber bands, and slanted upwards, like iron brushes.The ticket sales lady always looked at me more white than black, and I think she must be like our street aunts, a person who hates evil and hates evil. She understands that people who come out at this time and rely on a monthly ticket to get on the bus are either unemployed hooligans or bad students who play truant.When the road bumped, the car bumped, I bumped, the aunt's face was trembling, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, as if she was waiting for the next opportunity to quarrel with great excitement, thinking silently: Come on, come on, come on Bar.Can't listen to the radio, can't read books, can't knit sweaters, and I'm tired of looking at the street scene on the Second Ring Road. Swearing at the street is the only joy of work for the ticket aunt. Ticketmaster and my mom are the greatest wordsmiths I've ever met.Together with "Historical Records", "Historical Records", "Tang Poetry" and "Song Ci", they constitute my literary inheritance. In fact, many of the languages ​​I teach black brothers are collected from this aunt.With my own eyes, I watched the ticket sales lady make a rough guy from Northeast China so disgusted that his face turned red, and he had no way to fight back: "If you ask you to pay for the ticket, you do it. Don't keep fighting against poverty with me, don't keep telling me you have tickets. You said that I sold you a few stops, do you know how many tickets I have to sell a day? One year出多少张票？你怎么就那么特殊，就认为我一定能记住你的音容笑貌？你把票掏出来看看。我知道你有票，可你得给我看看呀？就是家伙大也得掏出来比比长短不是？” 路上车不多，公共汽车欢快地在二环路上开着。吸入鼻子的空气冷而脆，刺激起脑海里沉睡得很深的东西。我厌倦把那些考试后注定会忘掉的东西塞进自己的脑袋，更拒绝像老师希望的那样因为自己的这种想法而感觉耻辱。到了现在这个年代，用课本考试成绩的好坏来评价一个学生，就像根据一顿吃肉包子的多少来选拔英雄一样荒唐。冰岛的首都是雷克雅未克还是别的地方，“安史之乱”是因为税收政策不对还是因为杨贵妃的乱政，这些与自己到底有什么关系？ 因为车迎着日头开，阳光包着身子，人暖洋洋的半睡半醒。儿时的游戏规则写在一张浅蓝的纸上，冬天的空气脆而冷，公共汽车卷起的尘土飘浮在车的周围，车子起伏，像只大船，产生一种不真实的感觉。到了西二环，挤车的人开始增多，让我想起夏天逃学坐车的情景。天气很热，人们都穿的很少。身后是一对大胸脯顶着后背，前面是肥硕的臀部紧紧挤住下体，车不停地摇晃，身前身后不停地摩擦。我咬牙坚持到停车，身后的大胸脯冲我一笑，眉眼仿佛大车；面前肥硕的臀部冲我一笑，眉眼仿佛女特务。我勉强走出车门，脚落地的一瞬间，我第一次感到了那种黯然神伤的战栗。现在的空气脆而清冷，就在这种天气里，一个案件发生了重大的转折，好人坏人正义邪恶变得混沌不清，各种关系纠缠在一起，不是案件，而是一个阴谋。女孩作为一个整体，在这个阴谋里起的作用极其重大而微妙，朱裳的意义更加隐涩。朱裳仿佛可以在某种时候改变时空的连续性。转瞬间，这辆公共汽车成为南瓜马车，车上的铜质铃铛叮叮作响。二环路上的楼群像积木一样倒塌，废墟间长出齐腰高的荒草。我感到我和朱裳之间将要发生的事件会帮助我完成对经卷的重新书写，我对这个事件的性质和所有细节充满深深的恐惧。 “雅宝路到了，闲逛一圈了，你爸妈也该下班了，你该下车回家了！”售票大妈恶狠狠地瞪了我一眼。