Chapter 3 21-30

twenty one It's not scary to be with someone who has nothing to say, especially when neither of you know what to say.The scary thing is another situation, that is, you have nothing to say but you have to say it. This kind of situation is not only bad, but also very annoying, but there are exceptions. Listen casually, of course there can be nothing new. twenty two I fell in love once when I was seventeen years old on the last night of summer vacation. That night I read an American bestseller by the author named Siegel. I was so obsessed that I almost didn't read the English half. I read it until three o'clock in the night. After closing the book, I shed worthless tears.

The next day after I reported to school, I went straight to the Beijing Concert Hall in Liubukou, hoping to find a smart and beautiful music student to be my wife. Such a whimsical move is unbelievable. Unfortunately, I did find it. At noon that day, I bought three or two taels of dumplings from a small restaurant on the street. After eating, I went straight to the concert hall. I had some money in my pocket. I suddenly slapped my head and said to him, "Dad, I forgot, the book fee is not fifteen yuan, but twenty-five yuan." My father raised his head and looked at me suspiciously, and I quickly added: "It may be that the price of books has increased."

In this way, I got a considerable amount of money for a student at the time. From noon, I stood at the entrance of the concert hall, memorizing the performances and repertoires to be performed that month, and I didn’t even let go of conductors I had never heard of. Sitting on the side steps, waiting for my beloved wife to arrive, the outcome of the incident appeared in the diary I wrote that night. "Among the people who came to enjoy the piano recital, there was no beautiful girl who came alone, and I couldn't do it... The whole afternoon and night, I was like a real scum of society, wandering on the parking lot in front of the concert hall come and go...

I'm bored...I'm nervous...Spent a dollar on cigarettes and soda. ...I haven't thought about how to say the first sentence...the guard may have noticed me..." But don't think that this can stop the seventeen-year-old me. The seventeen-year-old me is full of vigor, and my head will be heated by a piece of text called touching, and my heart will be excited by some kind of emotion called romance. Excited.So, the next day after school, I went again and came back disappointed again. The result of returning disappointed is of course unable to stop and unwilling to give up.Seventeen-year-old me believed that words and reality belonged together, and were just as valid and reliable.Obviously, the seventeen-year-old me is ridiculous and unreasonable, but seventeen is a powerful age. The great thing is that I dare to imagine and dare to act at the same time.

So, on the third day, I went out as usual. The same process lasted for about three weeks. Every day after school, I ran to the door of the concert hall and waited alone for my imaginary wife. imagine.Most of the time she was paired with a girl I didn't think would be my wife, which was frustrating. From the third week on, waiting for my wife in front of the concert hall has finally become my obstinate behavior. If I can’t get her from the crowd, then I will stand at the door of the concert hall for the rest of my life. I think At that time, I made up my mind on this matter. After staying at that door for a long time, I found an opportunity to talk to people, and that was to sell binoculars.I bought four binoculars for six yuan in Xidan, and they sold out that night, making four yuan, and the next day, I sold twelve, until the end of the semester, net of expenses, I actually made a net profit of three hundred and twenty-four yuan, which was a huge sum at the time.

There are not many beautiful girls who come to the concert hall to listen to music. Some of them are fixed. I numbered and named them respectively. Unfortunately, my wife is not on the list. There is a girl in the list, ranked No. 4, with a beauty spot between her eyebrows, she is a careless person, because she has to come to me to buy a telescope every few times, and I don’t know how many of the same telescopes she wants. What's the use, anyway, she impresses me, she always comes with a guy in military uniform, tall and strong, but soft voice, sincere and pleasant every time you pay. The girl in line 2 always came with her mother, and her mother always said the same thing to her when she came in: "Go to the bathroom quickly, it will be too late at first."

Half a year has passed since I spoke. It was in 1985, when the Beijing Concert Hall had just been built. Listening to classical music was quite fashionable at the time. To be able to get tickets from the ticket dealers who have smashed their hands into the concert hall.I heard a lot of music in it, and I also knew some names that are now known to the public, such as Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, etc., and at that time I loved reading biographies of celebrities, so these names are in the There is more content in my eyes, for example, I know that the music written by Mozart when he was in a big dipper is no different from when he has a lot of money, Beethoven never fucked a chick in his life, and the sum in Bach's well-tempered Sound and counterpoint use mathematics, and even know that from ancient Greece to the Middle Ages, music was actually a branch of mathematics.In short, during that period, I was very curious about book knowledge, and I accepted all kinds of weird things mentioned in the book, and I was often amazed by them.

During the winter vacation, the concert hall entered the off-season, and there were only two performances a week, but there were many new faces among the girls. One snowy day, I saw my wife appear in the night through a telescope, and she walked forward looking around. , so long that it made my heart flutter. The obvious manifestation is that I fell when I was going forward and happened to fall to her feet. She bypassed me and continued to move forward. I got up and followed closely. , she went straight to the ticket office, and asked there for a long time, almost stuck her head in the small hole of the ticket sales, and finally turned around in disappointment, and was full of bumps into me. I seized the time and asked almost frantically: "I want a ticket." ?"

She nodded. I spread my hands: "Me neither." She walked away from me without even saying "crazy", and knocked the schoolbag on my back. At that time, there were fifteen telescopes in it. I saw her swaying through the crowd, walking towards the small door of the concert hall, and hurried to catch up, blocking the way in front of her, blocking the way in a very wrong place, it was the door, and the people who came in knocked me so that I couldn't stand still . "Are you a music student?" I asked her. She nodded suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

"I can find a way to get tickets," I said. "I don't have enough money." "how much do you have?" "Four dollars a dollar." The lowest ticket price that night was five yuan, and it was a performance by a foreign symphony orchestra. I said, "Wait, I might have a solution." "why?" "Are you a music student?" I asked her again. "Yes," she replied crisply, "I play the double bass." I spent forty yuan to buy two tickets from a ticket dealer. We both entered the arena together and sat in the middle seat in the sixth row. I made a 4.5X one, and we looked at the stage together. She held down my binoculars and asked, "What do you do?"

Following her gaze, I found that she was staring at a pile of binoculars in my opened bag. I quickly zipped it up and put the bag under my feet: "Don't worry about it." That was the first time I didn't fall asleep in the concert hall. During the performance, I kept changing the binoculars. After I finished using one, she asked me to go there. In this way, during the intermission, we both had four different binoculars in our hands. Multiple binoculars are all hung around the neck, two for each person. We walked to the gallery together and looked at the oil paintings hanging there one by one. One of the paintings was a Beethoven lover named Alice. The background was blurred. , resting her chin on one hand, looking into the distance, her face is a healthy pink, with a line of small words below: "Beethoven once composed "Moonlight" for her." I pointed: "She can get something like this in our country's free market." A girl next to me laughed out loud, and my future wife gave me a serious look, walked to the next painting, and laughed after a few steps. , I walked up to her, bent down too, and asked her, "Are you okay?" On the way back, I saw her off for a while. The two of us walked from Liubukou to Xibianmen, then from Xibianmen to Hufang Road through Caishikou, and from Hufang Road to the west gate of Tiantan Park. , we stopped in front of the family building of Tiantan Hospital, she pointed to a window on the third floor and told me: "That's our home." Looking up, their house was pitch black. I nodded, and she got into the cave, and disappeared into the darkness following Dada's footsteps. Her name is Zhang Lei. Later, of course there was later. We met again at the entrance of the concert hall. She told me that she came home too late last time, and her father gave her a hand. She patted herself on the shoulder: "It doesn't hurt anymore." As usual, we went to a concert together, and the reason I didn't fall asleep was because I was trying to figure out a good time to grab her hand, but I couldn't find it until the end of the concert.Then chat, then walk, this time the route has changed, we walked from Hepingmen to Qianmen, from Qianmen to Tianqiao, from Tianqiao to Temple of Heaven, from Temple of Heaven to Yongdingmen Bridge, and from Yongding Not far in front of the Gate Bridge, walk down the river slope to the water's edge, one foot deep and one shallow foot until you reach You'anmen Bridge, turn back from You'anmen Bridge, walk to Yongdingmen again, and finally walk back to Xiannongtan , Back to the downstairs of the family members of Tiantan Hospital, she got into the doorway again, and said to me again: "My father may beat me again." Soon, with the sound of footsteps, she walked to the third floor, and soon, the light in the window she pointed out to me last time was turned on, the curtains were drawn, and a man's roar came out, no need to ask, it was her That nasty dad. Soon the lights went out, everything was silent, and I turned back to go home. What I want to say is that in those two nights, I was also scolded by my dad because I came home too late. We also chatted when we left. I was the one who talked mainly. Zhang Lei walked beside me, so I kept talking.The content of my talk is vast, but it is also nonsense. Sometimes I see her smiling quietly, and I know she is listening. More often, she walks her way, as if I am a stranger to me, so I am more I continued to speak hard, and at that time, I was usually very nervous, and the words I spoke were incoherent. After talking for more than ten minutes, she would grin, so that I would relax and continue talking. I said this: "Yesterday I read a book called "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer". You, but I already agreed to lend it to Li Hui in the morning. Li Hui is my good friend. We didn’t know each other well a while ago, but now we often play Go in class. Listen, if we don’t listen to the lecture, he will not be confident, so he feels that he is talking nonsense. In fact, he is talking nonsense, or maybe he is not. I have never understood his algebra. , and then I talked about cosine and tangent. Now I have no idea what he is talking about. He is a first-class teacher in Beijing. When we are in class, there are always teachers from other schools to attend the class. Look, this shop sells beautiful stationery. , cheaper than Rongbaozhai’s. Li Hui bought a stack of them. He wrote love letters on those papers and wrote them to our class Wang Fang, but Wang Fang gave those letters to Teacher Liu, who teaches Chinese in our class. She is the best-looking teacher in our school. She just graduated from the Teachers College and was assigned to our school. She read the love letter, talked to Li Hui, and finally agreed not to tell Li Hui's parents. Li Hui said that Mr. Liu said he was good at writing. If I want to like a girl in the future, he can write a love letter for me. But he doesn’t read as many books as I do. He likes to read novels about wars and the like, but I don’t. I like another kind of novels about wars. "Twenty-two Catch-ups", unfortunately I didn't finish it, because there are more than a dozen pages missing in the back of the book. In fact, reading books is not very interesting. If anyone bullies you, please tell me. I know a lot of buddies from sports schools. , They are very brave, I also know a painter, the traditional Chinese painting is amazing, he draws tigers..." Later, we had another date at Taoranting Park, and we went boating. Finally, we went to the playground near the north gate, and by the slide, we were surrounded by a few hooligans, who asked us for money.A ruffian even went to pull Zhang Lei's hand. She was terrified and cried. I gave them a dollar, and they gave me a mouth. I had to give them another dollar, but they gave me another one. Mouth, I was in a hurry, I fought with them, and was caught by the park management office, and almost asked our teacher to come and lead us. The reason why Zhang Lei and I were released first was that there were more than five points in our homework books. Those people had no homework books in their schoolbags. There was a guy with a whole brick in his schoolbag. He carried that schoolbag around. It's not too heavy to turn around. Later—probably because I behaved well that time, a few days later, she first wrote to tell me that she would never associate with me again, and a few days later, she asked to go to their house to watch her play the violin. It's okay to download, after listening to St.After Sang's "Swan", I got her piece of swan meat. This is how I did it. First, I asked her to teach me. She asked me to pose for a long time. Of course, I couldn't stand her poking me here. , messing around with mine, and hugging a big empty wooden box is a lot worse than hugging a girl, I mean, I pushed the double bass away and took her in my arms.Just this action made her cry for a long time, but the sound of St.Sang's "Swan". Later—I stopped selling binoculars at the entrance of the concert hall. Sometimes I went to the concert with Zhang Lei. I always held her hand and fell asleep. During the break, she woke me up. When the music sounded again, I went to the concert again. Falling asleep peacefully, falling asleep to music is indeed a beautiful thing. Once I had a beautiful dream in the concert hall. I dreamed that I rode a goat and flew to the sky. The goat was the one painted on the wall of Zhang Lei’s house. , Zhang Lei's father is a doctor at Tiantan Hospital, and he paints some oil paintings in his spare time. Her mother is a teacher at the Conservatory of Music. They live in a two-bedroom house, which is full of furniture. The oil paintings painted by Zhang Lei's father hang in the place not blocked by the furniture. , In addition, there is a piano in their house, and it is said that her mother can play it. I have never met her parents, and I only go to their house when her parents are not at home. I think Zhang Lei likes to sleep with me, especially after she went to college. When her parents divorced, we had only been in college for two months. She lives with her mother in the Tongzi Building of the Conservatory of Music, but she has to go to the Temple of Heaven on the third of every month The family building of the hospital asked her father for 100 yuan, but she refused to let me go with her every time. Zhang Lei's mother didn't care much about her. Soon, her mother got married again and lived with a violinist in Beitaipingzhuang. The house of the Conservatory of Music was vacant, so I moved in. I seldom go there. After the third grade, I go there at most twice a week. I don’t like going to school, and I would rather sleep in the dormitory of the Conservatory of Music. Later——During the four years of college, Zhang Lei and I lived together as husband and wife. Those were the happiest four years of my life. Because I was happy, I hardly remember it in retrospect, only a faint feeling of happiness. Zhang Lei pulled her Qin, I read my novels, we went grocery shopping together, we cooked together, we watched a nine-inch black and white TV together, we listened to that little recorder that looked like a brick, and we listened to some records together. A cat, then lost, also raised a few tropical fish, and then nothing, we have sex almost every day. Later—one month before graduation, Zhang Lei and I went to a friend’s house to play. On the way back, the taxi we took collided with an oncoming truck. I can’t remember the situation at that time. Anyway, when I When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in the hospital with bandages all over my body. After three months, I was discharged from the hospital, but Zhang Lei died. Her head was crushed when the car crashed. This is what the hospital told mine. After Zhang Lei died, I was sad for a long time, because I couldn’t bear the pain and loneliness of losing her, so I found another girl and told her about the incident between Zhang Lei and me every day for half a year , the girl finally lost her patience and left me. Later—the so-called era of my popular romantic feelings officially came to an end. In that passage, I read a lot of French Romantic works, including Chabour-Daulyon, Hugo, Musset, Wordsworth, Byron, etc., and even Dante.Rossetti read it too. Later—of course it will take a long time, that is, many years later. Years later, I had completely forgotten about those romantic stories, and my lifestyle changed a lot. I made money after writing scripts, slept with one girl after another, slept with my head covered during the day, and fell asleep at night. Go out to parties with a small circle of friends, often drinking until dawn.If you see such a book and throw it into the trash can without reading it, maybe this is the so-called growth. Later - it should be about Zhang Lei's memory. Regarding Zhang Lei's memory, the most profound thing is going to bed. We often have sex while listening to music. Zhang Lei’s requirements for sex completely follow the requirements of the music. If it’s a pop song, then it’s all over. If it’s jazz, it’s erratic. If it’s classical music, it’s complicated—— ——For the symphony to be as powerful as the rainbow, the violin must be mellow and lingering, the piano must be poetic and picturesque, and the quartet must show the images of four men. Whenever she randomly pulls out a CD from a long list of CDs, my heart thumps. It’s no problem to deal with things like sketches, but the symphony really makes me sweat, not to mention the difficulty of simulating a band with more than a hundred people taking turns having sex with her, just for that hour or so I couldn't cope with the playing time - so one day she excitedly told me to buy a set of Wagner's four-part stage play "The Ring of the Nibelungen" and explained it to me like a treasure. Decca's 16-disc set, Solti conducting, Vienna Philharmonic playing, the first two are the two-hour "Rhinegold", although I was ashen-faced, I could barely hold on, but when she said When "Flying Valkyrie" threw four records in front of me, I not only felt powerless, but also lost my mind immediately. Wagner's internal strength is well known, and you can't compare with it even if you play a hundred heavy metal records at the same time. What's more, the thoughts permeated in the work can't be approached by sexual intercourse alone, so I rolled my eyes and almost shouted in a Wagnerian aria-the band rests tonight and stops performing! After Zhang Lei died, I moved back home, stayed in my corner where pornography had forgotten, and hadn't slept with a girl for half a year.I threw those CDs into a big suitcase on the balcony because they contained too many sexual memories. twenty three Later, later—later—no later, not a single later, all nonsense! There is no later, all the later is nonsense! I like to lie to myself with nonsense, lie to myself that the current life is unreal, I have another life in memory, Another life I want, I want a romantic life when I'm romantic, I want a romantic life when I'm fluffy, I can be whatever I want.When I read a piece of text, I will imagine it, and in my imagination, I will turn that piece of text into another reality about me, my story, and I will write a paragraph of events that have nothing to do with me through imagination, and what I write is lifelike. , lifelike, vivid, like, like Qiong Yao's novels, like, like, like all the sour, fascinating and tear-jerking lies, like my work, like the script I wrote. I asked myself, what is that?What are those?What are those things that are placed in libraries, in bookstores, on bookshelves, and under the pillows of middle school students?And what is behind those things?Who will tell us the truth? The truth is, all of this, all of it is bullshit, it's all nonsense, it's all against reality. The truth is, we don't like reality, and reality would be worthless if written down, bound, bound, bound, and priced. Reality is worthless, reality is hopeless, reality has nothing to say but has to say, reality is Beckett, the absurd, the joke, the ellipsis, the blank. No one likes blank space, blank space is something that has to be painted over, filled in, covered up. In terms of the attitude towards reality, I think that only the eternal questioning of the truth is sincere. And where is my seventeen-year-old truth?From here, from the chair I was sitting in when I was thirty, from my computer, through the cigarette smoke I exhaled, I picked up the binoculars sold by the age of seventeen, held it up to my eyes, and went straight to the seventeen-year-old. When I was young, I looked up, and I saw my figure hovering in front of the gate of the concert hall. I saw the stories I read about Harvard students and pianists. I saw the fantasy I had, and I put that fantasy Zooming in with a telescope, zooming in again, I saw the wish of my youth, the wish that has not disappeared until now, that wish stayed with me by the computer, whispered to me in the long night, and told about the world Boredom, loneliness and helplessness, sometimes weaving myths, sometimes falling into depression, indifference and despair. twenty four I only like certain kinds of girls. Everything about these girls has been imagined many times in my mind and has basically been fixed. In short, my relationship with girls always revolves around those big clichés. Pick her out of the crowd, get acquainted with her, get her interested in me, get her, break up with her, that's all.Everything is fixed, and all I have to do is repeat it over and over again.The funny thing about this is that every repetition, I do my best, and I never get tired of it. What's the fun in doing this?no fun. What's the problem?The difficulty is that many girls are not interested in me. How to overcome it? It's very simple, leave them and find those who are interested in me. Why? Because other than that, I literally have nothing else to do. 25 At the hospital, I finally got the test results and everything was fine. Everything is safe and sound, life is so strong, I am so healthy, even sexually transmitted diseases are not related to me. Everything is safe and sound, so boring. 26 Two days later, I saw Chen Xiaolu. It was at a gathering of old friends. Everyone smoked, drank, and chatted non-stop until midnight. With long pigtails hanging from her ears, she came with another girl, that girl with disheveled hair, wearing a pair of shorts and a pair of long leather shoes in the middle of winter, with a section of thigh exposed in the middle, like a brave lioness. After the two girls left, everyone talked about Chen Xiaolu. Daqing asked Jiancheng, "Have you ever fucked it?" There was a roar of laughter. 27 Jiancheng is my friend. He was a liar many years ago. He has washed his hands in a golden basin. The reason for washing his hands is that one day, just as he was walking out of a four-star hotel, a police car rushed to him. The handcuffs slammed his hands together, and then he was thrown into the police car like a tied sausage, the door slammed shut, the lock clicked, the siren sounded, and the police car sped away To the Paoer Bureau, returning with a full load, at the time of completion, I felt as if I heard the driver humming a cheerful marching song in front: "The red clouds fly in the sunset, the soldiers shoot the target and return to the camp, and the wind spreads the red flag to welcome the colorful clouds, happy singing Fly all over the sky." Jiancheng said that his heart sank to the bottom, and there was a buzzing sound in his head. Apart from being frightened, all thoughts were lost. Thanks to the help of his friend Lao Hei, Jiancheng was caught out of the cannonball game soon. What a miscalculation of Lao Hei's move, he took Jiancheng to make a comeback for the two of them, set up another hill, and make a comeback, but unexpectedly, Jiancheng changed his mind from then on, started a new life, and never cheated again. Jiancheng is a Rat, and he looks alike, so his wife calls him "Shuo Rat".Jiancheng's characteristic is that his belly is round and round. If he doesn't get an erection, Jiancheng can't even see his own penis.The result of the big belly is that it brings a lot of inconvenience to life. For example, the usually built jacket slips out of the trouser waist inadvertently, and his trousers often slip down to his ankles during walking, and he didn't realize it until he tripped and fell. Now, even though it is a breeze and the checkout is cramped, the clothes on the body are not ambiguous at all. It is front-facing, and a suit is often worth tens of thousands of yuan. Jiancheng loves to drink, and his impromptu performances after getting dizzy are often astonishing. For example, once in the Oriental No. 1 disco, Jiancheng was so drunk that he was too early to drink. When I was fascinated, I heard a familiar old song adapted into dance music, which was "GOWEST" sung by "Pet Shop Boys". The dance floor ups and downs with the rhythm. After a while, a girl in front of Jiancheng suddenly felt a heat in her waist. Looking back, she couldn't help being dumbfounded. It turned out that Jianjian was so happy that she calmly untied her belt and pulled the zipper in the crowd. He took out his second child, and pissed out the seven or eight cups of draft beer he drank just now. Until two or three guards dragged Jiancheng out of the dance floor, Jiancheng's peeing was not over yet, and he followed him far away.This matter was passed down as a good story by Dongfang No.1. Thanks to its completion, we never dared to visit that disco in the future. 28 When it comes to Jiancheng, one has to mention Lao Hei. It can be said that Jian Jiancheng and Lao Hei are almost inseparable. I didn’t know them when the two were very close friends. Their friendship can be traced back to more than ten years ago. As far as I know, Lao Hei has become a famous producer. Many of my scripts are written for him.Of course, Lao Hei's characteristics are as good as his name, not only is he black, but he is also ruthless when he suppresses the price, and he has no weakness at all. Lao Hei is straightforward, clean, neat, and never sloppy in his work. Even when he cheats you, he puts it in the open and never hides. But Jian Jian is just the opposite. He will finish everything while talking and laughing, making you laugh and laugh. Flush yourself down the toilet by pulling the tank cord.The principle of Lao Hei's talk about things is: success is achieved, not failure.Straightforward, tough style.But at the same time, its weakness is undoubtedly exposed, that is, it is dry, which makes the opponent feel boring and meaningless.Although Jian Jian is erratic, he also has his own problems, that is, although there are a lot of jokes and witty remarks, which make the other party feel comfortable physically and mentally, but he often enjoys it himself, forgets about it, loses the main topic, and even creates side effects.Therefore, the combination of the two has become indispensable for a long time. Interestingly, the two parties did not agree with each other. Therefore, the grievances between the two are a strange history in retrospect. Once, the two disagreed about something, and when it came to who owed the most, they finally found out the old score , In as long as two hours, the two took turns recalling, and laid out each other's debts one by one, which made everyone present dumbfounded. Speaking of Lao Hei, there is another point that must be explained, that is Lao Hei's tragic personality - Lao Hei was born in a family of cross talk, but he couldn't tell half of the cross talk, he was a soldier when he was young, and later he practiced a strange instrument called Sanxian. Entering a certain art troupe, Lao Hei has a lot of artistic talents and is sensitive in nature. Soon he played the Sanxian to perfection and became the backbone of the troupe. However, Sanxian artist Lao Hei was not satisfied with this. He once looked at the high-rise buildings in Beijing in the middle of the night And countless lights, lamenting: under each light there is a happy home, where among so many lights is my shelter? In order to find a place to live, Lao Hei threw away the Sanxian with tears in his eyes, and joined the hot acupuncture point army at that time, not as an actor, but as an acupuncture point.No money, borrow!There are no wrists in the cave team, knock!The first point is gone, start all over again! May I ask what can stop such a person?Although Lao Hei's skin was not white ten years ago, if he was thrown into the African crowd, he could still be easily picked out, and Lao Hei had a serious face, which is called "very cool" in today's words. Clockwork, regardless of his own safety, went straight to Qianyan'er, struggled all the way, and finally became a famous big acupoint in Beijing. Wrist, you can't even see the shadow of Lao Hei. Just when Lao Hei was in full swing, Lao Hei suddenly became impatient with the familiar ways, and with an idea, he left a lot of money he could earn and a girl who was easy to get, and traveled across the ocean to Australia. He became a taxi driver there. At that time, Lao Hei's English level was limited to saying "yes" and "no", but Lao Hei had his own way. I don't remember those nightmares, I mean, how Lao Hei took advantage of his lack of English and dragged them to a random place to pay the bill without giving them change. To make a long story short, Lao Hei is a money-making machine that really works. Many people don’t know how Lao Hei spends his money. Just like the old saying that there are no perfect people in the world, the money Lao Hei earns is not Obeying the absurd law of immortality, Lao Hei earns money like water, but he often borrows money everywhere. What's the problem?The problem lies in a little thing that ordinary people can't think of, that is, Lao Hei's passion for a game that is completely inconsistent with his intelligence: gambling. Old Hei has a unique vision for earning money, and is extremely shrewd, just like he spends money. Old Hei has an ability that can be said to be supernatural, that is, in the endless rushing crowd, the clever Old Hei can always find the right person. A few people who were guaranteed to win his entire fortune, and against those people, and only those people, at the poker table. The money lost at the gaming table must be earned elsewhere. This is the relationship between Lao Hei and the world. They spend.If, one day, there are no gambling tables in the world, how will this high-speed super racing car perform?Let me tell you, he will turn off the engine with a squeak, stop on the side of the road, and fall into real sadness and loss from then on. No way, as I said, Lao Hei has a truly tragic personality. Lao Hei is also my friend, this is what I want to add. 29 Half a year later, I saw Chen Xiaolu again when another friend's birthday was celebrated. It was mid-October 1995, one month after Zhu Ling boarded the flight to the United States, and within a month, I learned that my The novel could not be published due to various reasons. In addition, it was really difficult to be alone at home. When I heard the news of the party, I couldn’t help but go out quickly, and often returned home exhausted in the early morning. I saw the flow of people going to work. That night, Chen Xiaolu was carrying a shiny black patent leather bag that rock and roll youths like to carry. I happened to sit with her at a Sichuan restaurant called Tasting Village near Jiangzhaikou. Lao Fang did not do well that day. Half drunk but not drunk, there are more than a dozen people here who don't know each other. According to the usual practice, everyone must come sober and return drunk. I have prepared for this point. The only problem is that when you go there, you drink a few drinks in a row and get drunk in an instant, or you are slowly pushed and persuaded to get drunk.Unfortunately, before I was sure how to get drunk, I saw Chen Xiaolu. I was sober at the time, nodded to her, sat next to her, and she introduced herself to me: "My name is Chen, and my name is Chen Xiaolu. Yu Chen, who is full of body, Xiao, who is small and exquisite, and Lu, who is a dewy couple." Everyone laughed. "What are you laughing at? Am I wrong?" Chen Xiaolu smiled amidst the laughter of the crowd, joking with everyone. Then, I listened to her talking to others, and then I watched her eat food in bites, and then I watched her toast and drink with everyone, and then I watched her take out a cigarette case, take out a cigarette, and light it with a thin lighter,然后，我看她站起，走到别人那里，与别人说话，然后，我看她回来，对我点头，然后，我听到背后有人叫她，当她扭过头去，我看到了她脑后仍旧梳了两条细细的黑色的短辫子，突然间，我竟为此怦然心动。 30 随后的时间，我过得恍恍惚惚，有时故意和别人大声说话，哗众取宠，有时想起自己那一摊子倒霉事，郁郁寡欢，总之时而兴奋时而消沉，中间有一次，建成隔着桌子对陈小露大声说：“陈小露，你现在是傍着款呢还是单身？” 陈小露没有回答，有人笑了几声，过了一会儿，我忽然发现她低下头，一语不发，我问她：“怎么不高兴？” 她抬起头对我一笑说：“没有。” 过了一会儿，我对陈小露说：“给我留个电话行吗？” 她说：“你也给我留一个。” 我在乱糟糟的桌子上找了一个万宝路烟盒，撕开盒盖，把里面的烟统统扔到桌上，然后把烟盒铺平对折，一撕两半，把我的电话写在上面，又在旁边写上了我的名字，然后接过了她写着呼机和电话的另一半烟盒，放进钱包，在此过程中，建成往我们身上扔了两个纸团儿，大声说：“看这一对狗男女干什么哪！” 热闹场面持续了两个多小时，建成喝多了，大庆也喝多了，老黑也喝多了，老放也喝多了，把自己的生日蛋糕切得乱七八糟，一塌糊涂，而我却清醒的很，虽然一杯接一杯地喝酒，却怎么也喝不醉。 终于，大家起身离去，一部分人先回家了，剩下一部分人跑到凯宾斯基对面的喜乐酒吧喝酒，到了那里老放的酒劲还没过去，因为抢占一个座位闹了起来，大家只好把他塞进出租车，一起到东直门的一家涮肉馆吃涮羊肉，建成在他老婆上厕所的功夫对陈小露大献殷勤，隔着我对陈小露说了一些颠三倒四的话，建成本人的天性对任何年轻姑娘都有不熄的热情，所以也没人感到奇怪。