Chapter 18 raise your hands

He remembered the name of the park. That name comes with a smell from the city. In the autumn of that year, when Feng Jiachang was standing in front of the "Golden Rose" garden gate, he suddenly smelled a faint scent of cream.The smell was in the air, drifting into his memory.The scent of this cream is unusual, and there is a sense of innate superiority in that scent.It is fragrant but not greasy, with a faint and elegant scent of Zhilan, which is very special.In the following days, he learned of the brand of this cream, which was produced in Shanghai and named "Friendship".

Standing in the atmosphere of "friendship", he felt like he was in a "minefield", and every pore on his body was tense.This is not just a psychological strangeness, but also a spiritual fear.He knew that this was a "war state".He said in his heart, this is the battlefield. Yes, before coming, he made full preparations.In order not to show timidity, he also bought a city traffic map, just like studying a battlefield, and carefully marked the location of the park on the map, but he still took a detour.The roads of the city are like a densely woven net, with many intersections, the lampposts are exactly the same, and the sentry boxes on the intersections are also exactly the same. It is difficult to distinguish the longitude and latitude.He reversed the bus three times, from No. 3 to No. 9, and then changed to No. 4. The bus was bustling with noise.The conductor was a middle-aged woman. She stood proudly in front of the car with her stomach outstretched like a general. She scolded everyone she saw, as if everyone was a child of her family.When announcing the name of the station, her tone was very curt, and you could hardly hear whether it was "arrived" or "pissed", which caused him to get off the wrong car in a daze... Anyway, it finally arrived.

"Hello." The "hello" came from behind him.This "hello" has the smell of southern glutinous rice, which is fragrant, sweet, and sticky, but it sounds like one grain at a time.There is actually a bit of whine in that sound, measured whine, with a little elastic dance, like a qin hanging on the tongue, with a beep, the sound comes out—naturally, it is "friendship" "Brand. Turning around, Li Dongdong was standing in front of him. To be honest, he didn't see Li Dongdong clearly that night (he didn't dare to look closely), what he saw was only the outline, or just a vague feeling.Now, when Li Dongdong stood in front of him, he was still a little surprised: Although she is not tall, she is a very delicate little girl!Her delicacy does not lie in her smallness, but in her temperament.What is temperament?That is something that is difficult to articulate in one sentence, it is almost a kind of nobility that comes from the soul!

Yes, at first glance, she has the same kind of ordinary haircut.But even though it's a haircut, it's just a random cut, but it's very different; the bangs are curly and fluffy, with extraordinary taste and elegance that is difficult to explain at the moment.There was also an indifferent and indescribable fragrance from the flowing hair (of course, he only found out later that it was shampoo made in Shanghai. At that time, even in the city, people used There are very few people who shampoo their hair).That face was small and exquisite, smooth and smooth, somehow full of vividness.Those eyes, that complexion, seem to have been soaked in dairy products, oily and shiny, without any impurities.Perhaps, in the flashing eyes, there is a hint of melancholy inadvertently, but it is by no means a "eating problem", no, but it is the melancholy that reveals something called superiority.The smile on her face is also very cultivated, that slight smile is very well-measured and stuck on a "degree", overflowing with something called charm.

She didn't wear any bright clothes either, she only wore ordinary work clothes, even work clothes that were washed a little whitish, but once the work clothes were worn on her body, they were not only clean, but also clean. It looks pure and elegant, and the waist is just right.In the eyes of ordinary people, work clothes should be very simple, but her "plainness" contains just the right embellishments. Just at the collar, a layer of pink underwear flower collar is suddenly turned out, which seems to be "little" "Dog's teeth" small flower collar with broken edges, but it gives people a gorgeousness like a sudden enlightenment.On her shoulder is a "liberation bag" casually (that is also a fashion), and the way of carrying it first shows a kind of unspeakable freedom and ease.Although she was wearing work clothes on her upper body, the trousers on her lower body were made of that kind of good quality material. They looked neat and straight, and they fit extremely well on her body.Especially the trouser line, like a knife blade, suddenly stretched out the comfort contained in the bottom!Under my feet is a pair of small leather shoes without heels, the leather shoes are shiny, as if they didn't come from the ground, and they are spotless!Although the person is standing there, the heels are slightly lifted up, like a natural spring, showing the unique freshness and generosity of women.

Feng Jiachang was reluctant to say "Hello".He knew very well in his heart that the sound made by feeding dried sweet potatoes, even if he pretended to be "foreign", he would not be able to imitate that taste.He just nodded, and nodding was his way of fighting.Therefore, Feng Jiachang decided to go straight to the point. He smiled slightly and said, "It seems that people are still different." Li Dongdong stood there bouncing, raised his head and said, "Really?" Feng Jiachang said: "A soldier is not worthy of you." Li Dongdong stood there, his eyes sparkled, his body turned around naturally, as if he looked at himself casually, and said, "Really? Then what should I do?"

Feng Jiachang was not used to the "really" one after another, but there was something that attracted him.Really, there was a different flavor to the "Is it?" that he wasn't familiar with.That's not a local "sheep", it's a "foreign" with "three points of water"!Just like that, standing at the gate of the "Golden Rose" park, Feng Jiachang suddenly discovered that what he was about to enter was a brand new way of life.He said in his heart: Hammer!Now that you're here, I'm not afraid of you. But Feng Jiachang said with a smile: "...When we met, I was a little afraid of you."

Li Dongdong turned his body slightly, and said in a mischievous tone: "Really? What are you afraid of me?" Feng Jiachang said: "I'm afraid of your 'really'." So Li Dongdong laughed. This is like "a glass of wine releases military power", and it is like "the mast and scull disappear in smoke while talking and laughing". Feng Jiachang felt that the "initiative" had returned to his hands again.But there were stabs in his throat, and there was a bloody smell! The autumn is crisp and clear, and there are few tourists in the park. The fragrance of chrysanthemums pervades the brick-paved corridors. There are a few men and women muttering by the railings of the small pavilions; ; There are also some children, running up and down the corridors of the park to chase... The two of them just walked side by side. At first, they were a little unnatural.After walking like that for a while, Li Dongdong suddenly asked: "Do you like reading?"

Feng Jiachang said "casually": "Look a little bit too." Li Dongdong glanced at him and said, "Take a look?" Feng Jiachang saw the contempt in her eyes.So, without losing the opportunity, he said: "It's a lot, but not a lot." Suddenly, Li Dongdong said, "Do you like Lu Xun?" Feng Jiachang glanced at her and said, "To tell the truth?" Li Dongdong said, "Of course." Feng Jiachang said: "So-so, so-so!" "Why?" Li Dongdong was startled. Feng Jiachang pondered for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the sky.Here, too, the sky is a stranger.He felt that this sentence was extremely important, and he was afraid that if he made a mistake, it would be difficult to take it back.Finally, he said three words:

"Too sharp." Unexpectedly, Li Dongdong became excited all of a sudden!She jumped up and down, turned around, looked straight at him, and said, "That's great! You have your own thinking." Feng Jiachang said lightly: "I don't read much, and I can't even talk about thinking." Li Dongdong said: "I like reading. I can't live without books. It's great to have a book I like at night." Feng Jiachang didn't say a word.As he walked, he couldn't help walking fast, and when he realized it, he had to quickly stabilize his pace and walk slowly, which was very tiring.

At this time, Li Dongdong said naively: "Let's read more books. Have you read them?" Feng Jiachang said, "No." Li Dongdong said: "Chairman Mao said, you have to read it at least three times. I read it five times. It's so good." Feng Jiachang said: "I am a soldier..." At this time, Li Dongdong immediately took the lead and said: "Soldiers also have to think about problems. What do you use..." Feng Jiachang pointed down and said, "Use your feet." Li Dongdong froze for a moment, "Tun'er" laughed and said, "Are you feet?!" Feng Jiachang said, "Feet." Li Dongdong smiled and said, "What a weird talk. You, you!..." Feng Jiachang said: "Workers use their feet. I have twelve thorns on my feet, but I still walk..." Li Dongdong glanced at him and said, "Really? So, you are a person who thinks with 'feet'?" Feng Jiachang said with a smile: "Because my brain is stupid, so I use my feet." Li Dongdong said: "I can't tell, you are quite humorous." Feng Jiachang said: "Soldiers stand at attention all day long and take a break. They don't know 'humor'. It's just..." As he spoke, he suddenly had an idea, "Okay, I'll just keep you silent?" Li Dongdong smiled and said, "'Quiet'. Are you 'quiet'?" Feng Jiachang pondered for a moment, cleared his throat, and recited softly: "...The shabby room was empty, and the bed was full of wats; On the canopy window. What do you say is fat is thick, powder is fragrant, how come the temples have turned into frost? Yesterday the loess buried the bones, and tonight the mandarin ducks lie under the red silk tent. The box is full of gold and silver. Sighing that other people's life is not long, but I don't know that I will return to mourn. Well-trained, you may not be a strong beam in the future; choose Gaoliang, who will live in Firework Lane. I feel that the gauze hat is too small, so that... (Here, he wants to pause, he There must be a pause) Just laugh, laugh." Li Dongdong's eyes were wide open, she turned around in a circle, first made a very graceful posture, and immediately said: "...caused to carry the shackles. Yesterday I felt sorry for the cold clothes, but now I think the purple python is long... You still say you haven't seen it? You're bad!" Feng Jiachang said: "Nothing, really nothing. I just glanced at the 'note'." Li Dongdong stared with big eyes and said, "You...you like fighting with others, don't you?" Feng Jiachang said lightly: "I never fight with anyone. If I talk about fighting, I have only fought with one person. That is a big man in the company..." Then he told her about "Nine Rifles" s story. Li Dongdong asked curiously: "Win?" Feng Jiachang shook his head and said, "We lost." Li Dongdong said, "Are you angry?" Feng Jiachang said: "When you are angry, you are angry with yourself." Li Dongdong asked: "Why?" Feng Jiachang scratched his head and said: "It seems that there is a book that said: You must never be indifferent to failure. You must be angry with failure, very angry. But the sign of a good loser is to be angry with yourself angry at the opponent, not at the winning opponent." Li Dongdong blurted out, "It's great! Which book said it?" Feng Jiachang said: "Let me think about it, it seems that... Nixon wrote it." Li Dongdong raised his head, thought for a while, and said, "Wait! I remembered. It was written by Nixon? Is it "Six Crisis"?" Feng Jiachang said, "It seems...isn't it." At this time, Li Dongdong said affirmatively: "Your memory is really good. This is an internally published book, which is not published. It was written when Nixon was vice president. He said that he had encountered six major crises in his life..." Feng Jiachang went on to say: "Nixon said that he suffered a lot in his childhood. When he was a child, he had to sell a cart of vegetables every day before going to school...Of course, he is not alone in the world. French President Pompidou , used to be a middle school teacher. When he first became the president, he was also looked down upon by others... At that time, he gave a speech for the first time, and he brought a manuscript. He walked up to the stage and read the manuscript for five minutes , During these five minutes, the audience has been chaotic, and many people laughed at him below, but he ignored it and read on bravely. After five minutes, he put away the page of manuscript paper, and then babbled He talked non-stop for three hours, and immediately suppressed the congressmen... Japan's Tanaka Kakuei was a small carpenter. He ran for the first time, and he carried a paste bucket to the street to paint posters...Hitler, it was his father The third child born to the third wife was originally a bale-carrying man on the pier, who later became an Austrian corporal; Napoleon..." Immediately, Li Dongdong's eyes lit up!She seemed to fall into it all of a sudden, and listened quietly to what he said.It seemed that she hadn't been conquered so thoroughly by anyone, her cheeks were flushed with a flush of color.On the passage in the garden, he walked faster and faster, and she followed closely... When he stopped abruptly, Li Dongdong stopped and murmured: "You are bad. Did you read the book?" Lots of books. You're too bad!" But Feng Jiachang knew in his heart that his "ammunition" was about to run out.He prepared carefully, and he read some books.He spent many nights in the reference room of the military region...he even practiced 'walking' on the large playground of the military region!He tried his best, but his reserves were nearly exhausted.I remember that when he was about to leave the house, he suddenly felt timid and felt a kind of sadness for no reason.For a moment, he thought in his heart, forget it, why not go?However, when he asked himself again, should he go?The answer is yes, he said, go! Feng Jiachang knew in his heart that people can't tell the truth, but they can't tell lies either.If you tell all lies, there will always be times when you reveal your truth, so you can only be true and false, some are true and some are false... Only in this way can you have credibility.So, he said: "I really don't read much. I am a countryman, and I don't think much. What I say is the truth. According to you, I am a person who thinks with 'feet', and I only have two legs. One leg is available... You have to seriously consider these." But Li Dongdong couldn't listen to these words anymore, all she heard was two words: "Modest".She stood there obsessively, looked at him with tenderness, and murmured: "It's bad, you." Walking in the park was like being tortured for Feng Jiachang.But he continued to "do" seriously, and he did fairly well.Where there is a "scenery", such as a tree or a pot of chrysanthemums that bloom well, Li Dongdong will stop and say: "How wonderful!" So he immediately said: "I will take a picture for you." One." Let her pose and take a picture of her.When taking pictures, he recited those steps in his heart again and again: what is the focal length, what is the aperture... At noon, they had dinner together at the "water restaurant" in the park.There are not many people in the restaurant, and there are rows of compartment seats.Eating is also very tiring, that is to eat "gentle"... When he couldn't take it anymore, Feng Jiachang took the opportunity to go to the toilet. In the toilet, he urinated and cursed loudly in his hometown : "Fucking bitch!" When the sun sets, the whole park is immersed in a soft golden atmosphere, the autumn leaves look very quiet under the orange sunset, and there are fewer and fewer tourists in the park.At this time, Feng Jiachang was very, very tired, as if he was holding a "hot coal", a very cultural "hot coal"!He is cautious and highly nervous. He must speak "stroke by stroke" and walk "loosely". It's really tiring!The main reason was that he was tired from being with him, but he still held on tenaciously... At this moment, the two of them couldn't help but walked to a wooden armchair deep in the park, where there were no tourists anymore.Li Dongdong first sat down on the wooden armchair generously, and then waved to him.Feng Jiachang hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down.Li Dongdong stared at him with two big eyes, and suddenly said, "Kiss me, okay?" This is a signal, so to speak, a signal that he will succeed, facing the city, he is about to become an "occupier".The fire in Feng Jiachang's heart burned up all of a sudden.His heart suddenly burned into an "egg" of "Day! Day", and he cursed secretly in his heart: "Bug of a dog!"But his reason stopped him.He stood up a little stiffly, crossed his arms, and kissed her forehead lightly from a distance, like a dragonfly on the water, just once. However, at this moment, for some reason, someone behind him pointed a gun at him and said, "Don't move, raise your hands!" When Feng Jiachang turned around, what he saw was a child.The child was six or seven years old, somehow he jumped behind the wooden armchair, holding a toy submachine gun in his hand... Feng Jiachang naturally didn't raise his hand, but he knew that the moment the gun was aimed at him , his heart raised his hand. Yes, he has indeed surrendered, he is surrendering to the "city".