Chapter 66 third chapter

One kind of encounter was blocked by another kind of encounter, and the small group of Hang family members who had been waiting for a long time were delayed by getting tea. One morning during the rainy season that year, Decha saw Bai Ye for the first time.Before that, he had only heard her name—she reminded him of Dostoyevsky's engraving illustrations for the novel of the same name: black and white Russian girls profile heads, passionate skirts and beautiful lace girls. cap.Because Wu Kun said almost everything to him, he began to understand all kinds of things about this girl.This made him somewhat curious. In his eyes, Mr. Yang Zhen is a serious revolutionary intellectual, even though he is not very revolutionary in people's eyes at present.But the girl in the legend does not match Mr. Yang Zhen at all. Maybe she is like her mother. I heard that her mother, surnamed Zi, is the eldest lady of a comprador family in Tianjin. She went to Yan'an at about the same time as Mr. Yang Zhen. .After decades of cross-combination, the relationship between their family has also become complicated, and mysteries are added to mysteries.Hang Decha is not surprised by this abnormal relationship between families, because their anti-family is the most typical example, so he has no objection to the low-key handling between Wu Kun and Yang Zhen.On the contrary, Wu Kun often looks for opportunities to explain, saying that the reason why he has never had contact with Yang Zhen is her original intention, and she does not want them to contact.On the contrary, it made it difficult for Hang Decha to understand: If she wanted to avoid suspicion, why did she come to her biological father?

Yesterday afternoon, Wu Kun pulled him out of the library and told him that Bai Ye was coming tonight.This time they made up their minds to get married and went to register early tomorrow morning.Decha excitedly shook his hand and warmly congratulated them. After repeated tempering, their long-delayed good deed will finally come to fruition.Wu Kun had a bright face, but he still showed cautious worries. He said that he only recognized historical results, not historical motives.Now there is only motivation, and the historical facts can only be established when the marriage certificate is obtained.Decha said disapprovingly: "This is exactly the big difference between me and you in political history. I have always regarded motives and results as historical facts." He got tea tongue, sword lip gun, but said: "Okay, in order to support your view of history, can you give me all the rooms tonight."

Even though Wu Kun said this in a joking tone, De Cha was still stunned, his face suddenly turned red for no reason.Wu Kun misunderstood a little, and quickly said: "Forget about the inconvenience, forget about the inconvenience." It was obvious that he was also embarrassed by Decha's expression.Decha grabbed Wu Kun's hand, he used too much force, even snatched a roll of magazines and newspapers from Wu Kun's hand, and said, "This is great, but you must get married." Wu Kun was really in a hurry, and said, "It's not that you don't know who is dragging it? It's been a year, who is dragging it." After getting tea, he turned around and walked, saying, "I'll come to see you tomorrow morning, I'll come Be your last lobbyist." Walking all the way back to the library, he realized that the magazine he was holding in his hand was "Red Flag" last December, and the page he opened was Qi Benyu's article "Researching History for the Revolution "; the newspaper is "People's Daily", Yin Da published "Carrying out the Historiographical Revolution to the End".In many passages in these two articles, Wu Kun has carefully drawn red lines.

Twenty-five-year-old Hang Decha has little contact with women. He has never been in love once, and no girl has touched his heart yet.Decha was brought up by his grandfather since he was a child. Perhaps some old-fashioned potential hindered him from communicating with girls. His special background invisibly separated him from his emotional correspondence with his peers. His history major trained him to be a The step-by-step old master in a long gown—who knows, for Decha, the first impression of Bai Ye came from her passionate lover Wu Kun.When Wu Kun moved into his single dormitory, he brought a photo of Bai Ye.Judging from the photo, she is a woman with a unique style, with curly bangs, a smile, and two deep dimples on her cheeks.Because her head is tilted up and sideways, she looks like she has a long neck.Her shirt collar was spread out, and she looked like a movie star.She really doesn't look like her father, except for those big sunken eyes, which are unique to Lingnan people.Wu Kun proudly told Decha that Bai Ye was definitely a flower in their school, and his top priority now was to marry her as soon as possible.

From Decha's point of view, although Wu Kun never misses flirting with female college students, Decha is really moved by his deep affection for Bai Ye.Sometimes he thinks that maybe it is because of the unsatisfactory relationship between him and Bai Ye that made him upset and had a sore mouth with others.Decha has no such hobby at all. Their Hang family has almost a special respect for women since their grandfather's grandfather.Their Hang family has a lot of romance and style, but they don't flirt.Even so, Hang Decha could still understand Wu Kun. Wu Kun went to Huzhou almost as soon as he reported to the unit.At that time, Decha thought that Wu Kun would definitely bring his star bride, and they would move out of his hut soon to build a love nest together.Unexpectedly, three days later, Wu Kun came back alone, with a pale complexion, drinking tea in the dormitory.It was the first time for Decha to appreciate such a strong emotional way of young friends.He was drunk, cried, and laughed.Hang Decha listened to Wu Kun's confession in shock, it was simply a thrilling emotional battle.It turned out that Bai Ye spent all his youth with his parents in the Soviet Union; when he returned to China for further studies, he studied in the Department of Foreign Languages.It turned out that this girl had such a bright future. She was a talented student named and trained by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. She seemed to be waiting for her to become a diplomat as soon as she graduated, but there was a whirlwind of love in the school.Yes, yes, what does it matter when a girl like her is surrounded by groups of teenagers?That was her glory, and if they couldn't catch up with her, they deserved to be unlucky.Yes, when I say deserve it, that includes me.It's okay, I admit it.The problem is that someone who doesn't deserve to love her dares to pester her - a rightist who is being reformed through labor in the library.Of course she was innocent, it was the man who was guilty.That person added to the crime by discussing Soviet literature with her in Russian and translating Dostoevsky together.Does he deserve it?An enemy of the dictatorship of the proletariat, even his wife has left him, is he worthy of talking to her?Is it worth seeing her?Are you worthy of translating Dostoevsky with her?We watched her become a humiliated and damaged person day after day, and was dragged into the mud pit of depravity by that person.All options seem to be exhausted, family, school, friends, classmates, no one can separate them.You already know who her stepfather is. He is a respected old revolutionary. How do you think this stepfather allows such a family relationship to exist?Her mother took my hand and begged me to save her daughter and this new family.At that time, I was full of energy, and I beat the rightist several times together with a few friends, but we didn't dare to do that again, because the more we beat him, the deeper she sank.What puzzled us was that she was getting more and more charming, which made me unable to extricate myself, and I must get her.Sorry, I said get her, that's an overbearing, rude and uncivilized word, but that's what I was thinking at the time.Then, one of my chances came.The organization finally came forward and decided to send the rightist who seduced the female college student to a labor camp.You know, it's a really good idea that kills everything.Let time and space play an important role in this contest.Spacetime is on our side.It seems that the fallen guy has also realized the power of time and space. After all, he was a great talent in the Chinese Department.This time he understood that he was in a desperate situation, and the only way for him was to let go of the cliff.He had no choice but to cut himself off from the people and from the party.

There was a sudden silence between them under the lamp, and a moth settled on the shade of the lamp.After a while, he asked after getting some tea, "You mean he's dead?" "He doesn't exist anymore, just take a leap, it's that simple. It's not that simple, he competes with us in another way. He seduced her in that world, seduced her, she is innocent. He seduced her with He went to hell with him. She committed suicide by taking poison, but I saved her. After graduation, it is impossible for her to be assigned to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. She will never be separated from those glorious gates with national emblems. Although her stepfather's family is not cut off from her relationship, but she has obviously become persona non grata. Well, she was dispatched to this small town in the south of the Yangtze River according to her own wishes. Until this time, I surrounded her Only a few other opponents gave up their hearts."

"But as far as I know, she has nothing to do with her biological father." "It doesn't affect her true love for him. More than once she and I have spoken approvingly of her father's right-wingness. She has conflicting passions, often in sharp conflict. I should find How to describe it? I can say that it is a vortex, or a pie, or a bowl of ecstasy soup, in short, it is not a good thing." "But you're drawn to these things." "You use a good word. But it might be more accurate to say seduce, or seduce." "So she's starting to forget the past now?"

Wu Kun shook his head: "This is a long-term contest. She asked to be a librarian in the middle school in the small town named Nanxing. You see, in such a way, she fought with the one who had committed suicide. Guys with you." "You mean she hasn't agreed to marry you yet?" "No, no, she agrees to marry me, she would love to marry me, but she doesn't love me." Hang Decha stared in surprise at Wu Kun, who was already intoxicated, and now he began to understand what conflicting and intense emotions are.He was speechless for a while, and watched his friend sitting in front of him sigh and cry bitterly, and there was nothing he could do.He really had no advice about love.But he stammered, and instead said a lot, all of which were high-end goods, from the books.Wu Kun finally stopped crying, smiled ambiguously, and said: "Hang Decha, you should go to fall in love and taste love beyond books." He winked at him, his eyes were cloudy, and this movement In Hang Decha's view, it was also very vulgar. He immediately understood what love outside of books meant.Although Wu Kun is in pain and drunk, De Tiao still instinctively refuses to accept his subconscious taste.When he stared at him, he was looking at Bai Ye's photo, touching her face in the photo with his hands, and even imprinted his drunken mouth on her neck in the photo.It was at this moment that he felt disgusted and wanted to push him away, but he stood up and pushed open the window, and said to him: "You are drunk, go to sleep."

That night, as usual, he was reading by the desk lamp. He heard Wu Kun's snoring.The undefended sleep in his dream was a bit ugly, and it looked very different from his daytime appearance.Decha was no longer used to being in the same room as others, and he couldn't fall asleep, so he saw the girl in the photo folder on the table.In the peripheral light of the desk lamp, she has a long-backed face, with her neck raised up, like a dying swan after suffering.He just stared at it for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was also very vulgar, and a kind of ulterior motive came over him strangely, so he turned his face away, not daring to look at it again.

The night when the couple was about to enter the siege, the teaching assistant Hang Decha spent the night in the department's reference room.He also had this kind of time in the past, looking through the data all night, and the data officer gave him the green light.Tonight, he brought enough strong tea and was going to study all night, but he was absent-minded, so he had to put aside the newly arrived "Cultural Relics" magazine, and flipped through the magazines and newspapers in his bag during the day.One of them is a signed article by Wu Kun: "What is the truth about advocating historicism?"The article mainly criticizes the criticism of the 1958 historical revolution by some historians since the 1960s.This is a crusade against historicism and advocating class views, with many question marks and exclamation points.The article argues that historicism is anti-historical peasant wars, and isn’t the world of our new China built by peasant wars?Wu Kun even said that whoever denies the peasants and peasant wars in history is a reactionary.Decha frowned as he looked at it. He absolutely could not agree with Wu Kun's bluff, random labeling and beating of sticks. He thought he had crossed the line. How could he use political criticism instead of academic debate? ?

They have only been together for more than a year, but their historical views have gone from completely matching at the beginning to becoming more and more different now.On the one hand, Wu Kun thinks that there is no problem with Suan Bozan's view of history;According to this reasoning, truth is not an objective law. Goebbels lied a thousand times, and it really became the truth?Unexpectedly, Wu Kun did not deny this, he narrowed his eyes and said: This is exactly a question I have been thinking about for many days.Kangdecha, you are different from me, you are the son of a martyr, a privileged class, you have not seen many real things, but me, where did I come from?Let me tell you a secret, truth and truth are two different things, and what we should obey is truth, even if it is just a lie repeated a thousand times. This is a major disagreement on a fundamental issue, and it is so big that Cha has to doubt the authenticity of what they once confided in their hearts. Are these monologues after getting drunk under the lamp true?Is it true?Love should belong to the category of truth, so does his love also belong to the lie that has been repeated thousands of times? Despite this, from Decha's point of view, Wu Kun is still his good friend and one of the few young assistants he can talk to.Without his inspiration, many of his ideas could not have sparked.So he was going to rush back to the dormitory immediately and have a debate with him.When he walked to the door, he was about to turn off the lights when he was startled suddenly and remembered what Wu Kun was going to do tonight.There was a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and a beautiful neck and an open chest were fleeting.He returned to the table, covered the scroll, and closed his eyes. It had been cloudy for many days until tonight, and the storm made its final sprint. The rain poured down like chopsticks, tuned clearly, and hit the ground like a thunderous drum.Decha was lying on the temporary bed made of stools in the reference room, unable to sleep, and remembered what the Ming man Rama said: plum rain is like ointment, and all things are nourished, and its taste is unique.But that should be Du Fu's spring rain——dive into the night with the wind, moisten things silently, why is it such a bombardment like ointment?Besides, did Rama say that?Should look it up... The irritable young man got up and turned on the light, rushed to the bookshelf, and opened Hu Shanyuan's "Ancient and Modern Tea Stories".That's right, this is what Luo Lin's "Tea Solution" says: cooking tea requires sweet spring.times plum water.The rainy season is like ointment...the queen of the plum is unbearable to drink... It was two o'clock in the morning, and it was raining heavily outside the window, and Decha could clearly feel that it was also raining heavily inside his body, and he heard the sound of rain beating on his body.He turned off the light, and stood in the dark for a while, he didn't understand, what are the seasons and him growing crazily in this night of harmony between man and nature? In the early morning of the next day, the heavy rain was pleasant, and the morning light was bright, and everything was fresh, as vigorous as radio gymnastics.Decha ran out of the school gate for morning exercises, and when he came back, he went to the boiling water room to fetch water.He saw Wu Kun.He saw his satisfied expression, he got his wish, and he was sure of winning.He didn't know whether these counted as a man's happy look. Seeing him, Wu Kun shouted happily: "Go back quickly to get tea, Bai Ye is waiting, she has a letter to deliver to you, go quickly." He walked over and patted Wu Kun's chest hard. Wu Kun laughed knowingly, and everyone around was startled. No one knew that the sudden laughter came from something. He barely exchanged greetings with Bai Ye, they didn't even shake hands normally, Decha flustered half-slanted face, asked: Where's the letter?Who is the letter to me?While saying this, a woman's hand pushed over from the table, pressing a letter under her finger, Decha saw the pink nails as smooth as shells, and the Yang on the envelope under the fingernails. Really handwriting.The letter was written by Yang Zhen. It was very long and contained a batch of photos.It turned out that not long ago Yang Zhen went to Gugang Mountain to pick tea and found several groups of cliff carvings related to tea. The letter said: I received a letter from you a few days ago, saying that you are interested in collecting tea-related objects so that you can gather sand to form a tower, accumulate a little to make a lot, and maybe you can become a family of your own in the future.I know your character, and I know that you will not come up with ideas that have not been considered mature.If you ask me what my opinion is, of course I agree with it.My tithing life is a life of serving the people and striving for the eternal happy life of mankind.My current situation, according to Fan Zhongyan, is far away from the rivers and lakes, so I worry about the king, but this king is not the king, but the people.The academic direction you choose is also for the people. In a sense, it is for the people more directly.Since our goals are so consistent, how can I not raise my hands and agree with you? Moreover, when it comes to tea, my current situation will be of some direct help to you. Regarding Gu Zhushan, the tea area where I was sent to work, even though you already know the name of the place, it is specifically mentioned in "The Book of Tea Eighth Out".But because you have not been to the scene to see it until now, so based on the information I have, it is only for your reference.After writing here, I want to say a few more words. Apart from working in the tea garden, I have no other spiritual activities here, so I can do whatever I can.I heard that when Sha Wenhan was alive, he was also specializing in the study of slavery society.But because I was engaged in revolutionary activities when I was young, and later engaged in foreign affairs for a long time, taught again, picked up my studies again, and studied economics. I didn’t do it for a few years, and now I am engaged in the transformation of world outlook.Therefore, as far as I am currently concerned, I have been unable to judge whether I have the opportunity to accomplish what I want to do.If not, it is my greatest wish to be a human ladder for promising young people like you to step over my shoulders.I believe that the truth will reveal its truth in the course of history, but the process of revealing depends on the efforts of all of us, especially the efforts of you young people. Well, let's go back to Gu Tashan now.Lu Yu once said in "The Classic of Tea" that the tea from Huzhou in western Zhejiang is the top grade, and among the teas in Huzhou, the tea grown in Guzhu Mountain in Changxing County was the one he recommended most.I remember that Lu Yu seemed to have written "The Story of Gu Qingshan". "Wu Xingzhi" mentioned that Gu Zhushi once said that "in the cliff valley today, more tea is grown to serve as tribute for the year". In "Wu Xingzhi", there is also a very beautiful text about Guqingshan Mingyue Gorge mentioned in "Wu Xingzhi", I will copy it all for you now: Mingyue Gorge is on the sides of Changxing Guzhu. The two mountains face each other with steep walls. Huge boulders fly away in the big stream. Between the cliffs and chaotic rocks, there are many teas and teas. It is the most exquisite.Zhang Wengui's Poem Day: Mingyue Gorge Chinese tea begins to grow. Regarding Mingyue Gorge, Xu Cixian, a commoner in the Ming Dynasty, also recorded it in his "Tea Shu", saying: Yao Bodao said: Mingyue Gorge, there is good tea, which is famous.I don't know who this Yeobright Road is, I'm half a bottle of vinegar, please write to me after you find out. In addition, the tea produced in Mingyue Gorge was called mustard tea by people in Ming Dynasty.There are quite a few people in Changxing called Jie, such as Luocen and Xuanjiucen, which should be regarded as dialect words. The villagers say this word with the sound of "ka", which, I guess, means small valley.I don’t have a reference book at hand, please help me to look it up if it’s convenient. As for why something is so popular in this place, it probably has something to do with Yamagata and Taihu Lake water. What I know is only superficial. You can visit your grandfather on this matter, he is the real expert in this field.Changxing is the place where tea sage Lu Yu lived for a long time. Your family must know about tea for generations.Lu Yu is a native of Tianmen, Hubei. The Anshi Rebellion came to Zhejiang, and he also contributed to Zhejiang's economy.Because Lu Yu was in Changxing, there was a possibility of recommending Gu Niang purple bamboo shoot tea to the royal family.And because purple bamboo shoot tea was designated as tribute tea in the fifth year of Dali in Tang Dynasty, there were many cliff carvings about tea related by officials including Yang Han and Du Mu.These precious stone carvings were discovered by me this time, and I don’t know how to convey my joy.In my opinion, no matter doing economic research or studying history, one cannot do without seeking truth from facts, and one of the spirits of seeking truth from facts is to have evidence to speak out.These cliff carvings are closely related to the tribute tea of ​​the Tang Dynasty, and are important historical materials for studying the economy of ancient Zhejiang.I don't know if anyone else has discovered and used these stone carvings before me, but as far as I am concerned, the discovery of the cliff carvings undoubtedly provides me with an opportunity to continue working for the party and the people. Presumably you already know that my eldest daughter Bai Ye is working on a visit to the south. This time she came here with a camera and came to this mountain on Sunday to help me take pictures. Now, the photos have been developed and printed, and they are still clear.I asked Bai Ye to send it along with the letter.Of course, if it is possible for you to come to Gu Zhu for field investigation, that would be the best thing. Gu Zhucha is no longer as grand as it was more than a thousand years ago. I want to send you some, and invite your grandpa and aunt to taste it.But you should not know less than me about the situation of something. Really good tea is used as export materials in exchange for foreign exchange.Bai Ye brought half an envelope, saying that it was for you to taste it.We haven't seen each other for several years. In my current state, it is not good to have too much contact with her. Isn't she still young?She deserves a smoother life.We talked for a long time in Mingyue Gorge this time, and I was still a little worried about her.You are all of the same age, if possible, help her and make progress together with her. This letter is getting long, so stop here and say hello to your grandpa and aunt. I heard that Little Brown has returned from Yunnan, so I also say hello to him.I don't know if it's possible to go back to school and work again this year, and miss everything in Hangzhou.Immediately awarded Xia Qi Yang Zhen May 28, 1966 What a good letter this is, Hang Decha thought anxiously, he must read it from the beginning several times carefully.However, even though the letter was so well written and sincere, I still didn't have the mood to read it again immediately after I got tea.He was in a hurry and didn't dare to lift his head, so he had to grab the stack of photos and look at them. There is a commentary on the back of each photo, which can be seen in Bai Ye's handwriting.Decha couldn't tell the reason for this, anyway, he felt that Bai Ye's characters should be like this - women's characters.Decha's overjoyed expression obviously moved Bai Ye who was standing aside. She pointed to the photo and told Decha that there are eight pictures in total, divided into three groups. Among them, the group of Baiyang Mountain in Waigang Village, Jinshan, was written by Du Mu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Inscription: "...the governor fan); I Du Mu, offering tribute (tea) to spring". Bai Ye said: "I checked the historical data, and the time span of this group of stone carvings is more than 70 years, which is the peak period of Gugang purple bamboo shoot tea tribute, and the highest annual tribute amount is 18,400 catties." "Here is the year of Tang Xingyuan Jiazi—" Decha asked. Bai Ye immediately interjected: "784 A.D. --" Before finishing ordering the tea, Bai Ye continued to explain, "The year of Jiazi in Tang Xingyuan was Yuan Gao's inscription...Look - the governor of Tangzhou, Ju Yuan Gao, was ordered to revise Tribute to Cha Mountain... Poetry on Tea Mountain... The age is on the 10th day of Sanchun. The next one is the inscription of Yuyou in the eighth year of Zhenyuan - the eighth year of Zhenyuan is 792 AD - it must not be wrong. In these years, I It's all checked." The other two groups of stone carvings, one group is in Bawangtan, Xuanjiujie, and the other group is in Refraction Qi Laoya Nest.Bai Ye pointed to those inscriptions, and said: "This Yang Hangong was the governor of Huzhou. In order to postpone the time of tribute tea, he even sent a memorial to the emperor, and the emperor really approved it, that is to say, he got the edict. That's for It is not easy for ordinary people to speak. There is also Zhang Wengui, who wrote a famous tea poem, do you remember?" Decha was taken aback, to be honest, his kung fu has not reached this stage yet.Bai Ye didn't let him be embarrassed anymore, and immediately said back: "Peony flowers laugh at the steel and move, and play Wu Xing's purple bamboo shoots." Decha looked at Bai Ye, it was the first time he saw her face to face, and he said, "I didn't expect you to be interested in tea." She stood up, supported the table with both hands, leaned her upper body towards Decha, her face was very close to Decha's face, she closed her eyes slowly, and shook her head, as if she was serious, as if she was acting like a baby, as if Intoxicated because of something, and as if she didn't care about anything, a strong breath of love between men and women from last night burst out, and Decha saw her breasts in a floral dress— —A chest with two buttons unbuttoned instead of one.Her thick yellowish hair was coiled on her head, forming a halo in the sunlight. She suddenly showed a completely different appearance from before, and replied in a voice that seemed a bit artificial: "I'm interested in everything." These words and actions were all in front of Wu Kun.Decha saw her eyes, and he broke into a cold sweat from the look in her eyes, and tapped his fingernails on the table, making a slight clicking sound.He was embarrassed and couldn't say a word, but suddenly remembered the word "mustard", and immediately went to the book, and said while looking through the dictionary: "Your father is still waiting for the word for tea." He heard her laugh, slightly hoarse and loud.She said, "Don't look it up, the word doesn't exist in the dictionary." Decha looked at her in bewilderment, and she said again: "The two peaks block each other, and the people who are in the middle of the barbarian are called Cen. Do you want the source?" Desperately, look at Wu Kun, Wu Kun smiled at him triumphantly while flipping through the drawer.Bai Ye also laughed, and said to him: "Wu Kun, look, Hang Decha is blushing!" Wu Kun closed the drawer, and said with some embarrassment: "Bai Ye, don't scare Decha, he doesn't have a girlfriend yet." After saying this, he took a stack of certificates in his hand and winked at Decha: "Decha Cha, don't be afraid of her, she is a strong outsider, but you can talk about it, I will go to the department for a visit, and I will be back soon." When Hang Decha saw Wu Kun leaving, his breathing became tense.After thinking about it, he stood up and wanted to leave, so he found an excuse and said, "There's that Yeobright...your father also wants his information, I'll look for it, please sit down for a while, excuse me." He walked to the door, thinking a bit It was impolite to add another sentence: "I wish you happiness." There was no sound from the other party.He mustered up his courage, took another look, and was stunned. A woman who was going to get married shouldn't have such an expression, she made him unable to leave. She said, "Wu Kun went to the department to issue a marriage certificate." "You'll be fine." He replied incoherently. "Please do me one thing," she said solemnly, "I ask you to stay with me until he comes back." He wanted to say that he was going out in the morning, and a housework he was going to do was also related to marriage.But seeing her serious expression, he spread his hands and said, "It's too easy." There was a gratified expression on her face, she closed her eyes slowly, and tilted her head back slightly, as if intoxicated with gratitude.This expression of hers often appears repeatedly when she wants to emphasize something, just like those classic scenes in movies that are repeatedly played, which are forever engraved in Hang Decha's young heart. He also remembered many of her expressions and words that could be recalled repeatedly. For example, she said in pure Mandarin and her slightly hoarse mezzo-soprano: "I know you will accompany me. understand you deeply." Her straightforward words really surprised Decha.But Bai Ye knew how to suppress him.She said: "See, I have tea, Guqing Purple Bamboo Shoot Tea." "You have Gu Zhuzi bamboo shoot tea!" Hang Decha could finally cheer for the tea, but his face turned redder, and he felt that his cheering was artificial. She didn't respond to his cheers, but took out an envelope from the beautiful little bag beside her, flicked her fingers lightly, opened the envelope, stretched her arms towards Decha, and said, "Please." Look, please smell." But in fact, I didn't have time to see and smell the tea.He only saw her hand, he saw her take a teacup, and she said, "There is only one teacup." She made a cup of tea, Gu Qing tea was long fried green tea, thin and curved like eyebrows, slightly purple in color, floating on the surface of the cup, it didn't look as beautiful as Longjing tea.Decha said, "It's wild tea in the mountains." "How do you like it?" "It's hard to get this kind of tea." Decha replied, his heart was a little confused, and his shyness made him move his eyes, looking around, which was abnormal. "You drink," she pushed the teacup in front of his eyes, "I washed it in the morning, this is your teacup." "It's mine, you can drink it, we have tea at home." "My dad made you drink it." Her words were a bit coquettish, she was a woman full of femininity. Xing porcelain is silver, and Yue porcelain is jade. The tea soup is soaked in the blue cup of Longquan plums. The wild green color and the tangy fragrance that spray out make the eyes of the tea not knowing where to look.He picked up the cup, took a sip, and said, "Good tea." "how is it?" "I can't tell, maybe... it's the kind of unruly incense." She stretched out her hand, looked at him, pulled the cup of tea that had just been placed on the table, and brought it to her mouth.She looked at him, bit her lips, held the rim of the cup in her mouth, and took a sip where his mouth touched just now, she became short of breath when she got the tea, and he said: "You sit, you drink tea, I will Reading." He took the "Cultural Relics" that he didn't have the mind to read last night, flipped through it, he could feel her sitting opposite him, drinking tea slowly, looking at the cup for a while, looking at him for a while, his heart Then he calmed down slowly, raised his head again, and said, "I'm really happy for Mr. Yang Zhen." "Because I went to see him?" "You should have gone to see him a long time ago. You know the reason why he dare not come to see you is because he is afraid that he will implicate you. I know what kind of person he is." But he found that Bai Ye didn't talk to him in a state at all.She was immersed in her overflowing emotional world, she looked at him almost affectionately, her voice was full of magnetism, she asked him: "I want to ask you something, do you know how a horse becomes a camel?" Her big eyes were so black that they were so dark that they were bluish, and they were too shimmering.Decha is confused, what is going on?A woman, a woman who is about to get married, what is going on here?The woman was sober, and said slowly and deeply: "The horse is carrying too many things on its back, it is so tired that it can't even make a sound, it can only say to itself in its heart, I can't take it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore, I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t bear it anymore, I can’t bear it anymore, I can’t bear it anymore, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t take it anymore" I really can't take it anymore, don't press things on me anymore. At this moment, a feather floated from the sky, and it landed on the horse's back impartially. I only heard a grunt, and the horse's back pressed It collapsed, and the horse turned into a camel, understand?" She winked at him, but she burst into tears, and she continued, "The horse just turned into a camel." "That's how the horse turned into a camel." Decha repeated stupidly. "But because of this, it has more things to carry, and there is no water to drink." She was suddenly laughed at by her own last words, so she raised her neck and took a big sip of the tea in the cup. Hang Decha approached her like this, and he poured her a cup of tea.Ten points of tea, pour seven points, and leave three points of favor.She said thank you to him, with teary eyes, and no longer had the gaffe just now; Decha shook his head, and he was no longer afraid when he looked at her.That's how he thought he knew her, he thought he knew her very well.She is lonely, at a loss, confused, and at the turning point of her fate, she seeks the last straw to save her life.She came to get married, and in fact they were already married, but she still didn't want to get married.So who is that feather? Wu Kun came back from the department after a long time, sweating profusely and scolding people: "Today is a holiday, Children's Day, but what's the matter with the adults who closed the office? Where did they go? They said that the school had an emergency meeting. To convey the spirit of the central government, why didn't you say it earlier! In the past half a month, the department has been in such a mess, and whoever you are looking for is not here, and you are not allowed to get married?" Both Hang Decha and Bai Ye stood up nervously, and asked, "Has the certificate been issued?" Then Wu Kun laughed, raised the envelope in his hand, and said, "There is nothing I can't do!" The two young men and women who had stayed in the room just now looked at each other and let out a long sigh, since then they had their privacy.Hang Decha's gaze darkened suddenly, as if his life was suddenly shrouded, and he said, "I'm sorry, I should go, I do have something to do, I do have something to do." He retreated as he spoke, his gaze , Never dared to look at her again. Hang Brown, who is the same age as Decha and a generation higher in seniority, shows a completely different style in the process of interacting with the opposite sex.Within a few words, he and Weng Caicha had a heated fight.Hang Decha was even embarrassed by his cousin's overly frank and blatant behavior at first.For example, they had just finished eating, and Brown took tea picking to the rice field at the door.开门见山，山上有茶，茶间有姑娘采茶。布朗见了姑娘，就激情澎湃了，他就对采茶说："姑娘，唱个歌好吗？" 采茶吃惊而着迷地看着他，问："唱歌，什么歌？在这里唱？"她觉得不可思议。他的做派与众不同，令人慌乱。 杭布朗不慌不忙地抽出别在身后的萧来，他要高歌一曲，而且真正做到人乡随俗，广播里不是也在播这首曲子吗？ 溪水清清溪水长 溪水两岸好呀么好风光 哥哥呀上皈下皈勤插秧 妹妹呀东山西山采茶忙 插秧插得喜洋洋 采茶采得心花放 插秧插来密又快 摘得某来满屋香 多快好省来采茶 好换机器好换钢 他到底已经在杭州生活了一段时间了，到底能够听出一个大概意思了。在他想来，这首江南的采茶歌，不就是一首情歌吗？这里面不是有一个插秧的哥哥和一个采茶的妹妹吗？他不知道眼前那么多妹妹中，哪一个是他的。他只是快乐地吹着萧，边吹边在她们对面摇头晃脑。那些姑娘都惊讶地停下手来，手里还拎着一片新叶呢，她们又禁不住窃窃私语，然后掩嘴而笑。天底下的姑娘都是一样的，他们都喜欢勇敢的小伙子，英俊的小伙子，快乐的小伙子。慷慨的杭布朗觉得不能只顾自己出风头，他还得顾及他的表侄杭得茶呢。他就一边吹着萧一边用脚钩着、用肩膀撞着走出门来听他吹萧的杭得茶，想把他也推到前面去。他的举动让采茶的姑娘们大笑起来，被布朗撞得跌跌绊绊的杭得茶面孔都红了起来。 比杭得茶脸更红的当然要数翁采茶。她兴奋地走到门口场地上，和对面山坡上的小姐妹们高声对话，露出那一口结实的白牙。她已经自觉不自觉地表露出这位帅小伙子属于谁的神情。姑娘的心，夏天的云，一顿饭工夫，她已经唯恐小布朗不是她的了。 小布朗听到眼前姑娘的让他几乎听不懂的郊区方言上语，就想起此行重大使命。把洞萧往后腰一插，他飞快进屋，从大舅包里掏出母亲交代过的普洱茶，一手托着一个，又奔到门口的采茶面前，问："美丽的姑娘，这是给你的，你要吗？" 采茶大吃一惊，她活到二十岁，从没听过人家赞她是"美丽的"，实事求是说，她离"美丽的"毕竟还是有一段差距。但她不懂这个，还以为小布朗第一个发现了她的美。她激动，要哭了，但依旧指着对方手里那两个黑沦子，问："这是什么？" 得茶用杭州话来作解释，他告诉她，这是他们云南的茶，你要收了它，你就接受了这个小伙子的求婚，你要不同意，不接就是了。 小布朗从他们说话的表情中猜出了意思。仿佛为了表达他的诚意，他上前一步，两手一伸，把两块沦茶直直地展到采茶姑娘的眼皮子底下。 翁采茶万分激动，看看对面山坡，姑娘们又惊又乐，尖叫起来，有人高声问，那小伙子要送她什么？金子吗？不接受看来是万万不行了。她一把抓过那两块论茶，只听对面山上"哄" 的一声，她又羞又乐，就一头扎回房中，把正从屋里出来的小姑娘迎霜撞了一个满怀。她也顾不上解释，飞快冲进闺房，打开梳妆匣，那里藏着一个农村姑娘的乱七八糟的宝贝：玻璃丝、毛线、小镜子、明星剧照，现在加上了那两块沦茶。迎霜走了进来，手里举着一张两寸照片，问："采茶姐姐，这个解放军叔叔是你认识的吗？" 原来刚才她们撞了一下，采茶藏在胸口的那张照片掉了出来，正好让迎霜捡了。此刻，翁采茶陌生地盯着那张照片，想，那是谁啊，跟我有什么关系啊！我可不认识他。她摇摇头，迎霜说："不管是谁的，扔在地上让人家踩，多不礼貌啊。"她就放进自己的小口袋里去了。 布朗放下了萧，愉快地看着茶山，说："工作实在难找，那我到这里来采茶也行啊。" "这么快就决定了？"得茶到底还是有点吃惊。 小布朗却很认真地想了想，说："没有一个姑娘是不好的，我喜欢她们每一个人。" 得茶想说，这是不对的，这说明你不爱她。可是他没有说，他再一次想起了那个叫白夜的女人。他想，她现在已经是别人的妻子了。他不能就此进行深人的探讨，他知道，这些青年男女们，都在做一些超越爱情的事情。比如他们今天一天的努力，就是要小布朗喜欢上杭州。因为要他喜欢杭州，才给他一个杭州郊区的姑娘。眼前再一次闪现出另一个姑娘的长长的脖子，还有关于马与骆驼的故事。这是一些多么本末倒置的事情啊，而我，竟然也参与在其中了。 那天夜里，天已完全黑了，八点多钟，他们才疲倦而轻松地回到羊坝头。叶子慌慌张张地来开门，说："得放等了你们好几个钟头了。" 一听说堂弟来了，得茶赶紧往厨房里走，奶奶却说他在屋里听广播呢。 得放在客堂问，趴在桌上，盯着正在播新闻的收音机。他是个浓眉大眼的少年，眉间一病，被皱起的双眉挤得鼓了出来。见了得茶，也不站起来，却问："茶哥，什么叫牛鬼蛇神？" 得茶一边咕嗜咕嗜喝水，一边回答："鲸去鳌掷，牛鬼蛇神，不足为其虚幻荒诞也。从出典看，所谓牛鬼蛇神一词，乃是杜牧用来歌颂李贺诗歌的瑰丽奇想的，不妨说是一种浪漫气息的比喻吧。" "错了，牛鬼蛇神，泛指妖魔鬼怪，也就是形形色色的……你看看这个吧。"得放递过来一张报纸，是《人民日报》，头版头条大字标题——《横扫一切牛鬼蛇神》。 得茶根本来不及看报纸，他已经被收音机里那个无比振奋的声音吸引住了：…… The fundamental problem of the revolution is the problem of political power. ……有了政权，就有了一切，没有政权，就丧失一切。因此，无产阶级在夺取政权之后，无论有着怎样千头万绪的事，都永远不要忘记政权，不要忘记方向，不要失掉中心-…· 得放看得茶开始认真听，连忙把音量调到最高处，嘉和正在洗脸，听到收音机里的大声音，拎着毛巾进来，眯着眼间："怎么啦？" "爷爷你好好听听，我要回学校去了。"得茶拿起报纸就走，得放说："我跟你一起去，我跟你一起去！" 嘉和茫然地跟着两个孙子走到天井，收音机的声音也一起跟着响到了天井：…… 一个无产阶级文化大革命的高潮，正在占世界人口四分之一的社会主义中国兴起…… 杭得茶正忙着推自行车，布朗从厕所里出来，一边系着裤子，一边拉住车后座："说话不算数，讲好了今天夜里陪我谈天的。" 天井里没有灯，屋里光线射出来，只衬出得茶眼镜片上的闪闪反光。他说："文化大革命开始了。" "开始了！"堂弟得放跟着强调了一句，跳上了自行车的后座，转眼不见了。后面跟着手握锅铲的叶子，她心急慌忙地轻声喊着："什么要紧事情，饭也不晓得吃了，布朗你快给他们送几个茶叶蛋去。" 布朗捧着几个茶叶蛋冲到门口，路灯下哪里还有这对兄弟的影子，倒是有一对老棋枪正在灯下酣战。初夏的夜晚，行人们大多到西湖边去了。月儿弯弯照九州，几家欢乐几家愁，布朗想起了白天的故事，幽黑的夜里，他有些记不清那姑娘的容颜了。布朗慢慢地走到路灯下的棋谱前，蹲了下来。文化大革命开始了吗？他想，开始就开始吧。