Chapter 57 You can never think of 4-(Xue Feng)

After Xiaofang and I broke up at the old place where we met, we didn't go back to school and rushed straight to Yue Zhiming's house.Now I have to run non-stop for me and Xiaofang to stay in this city.Busy, tense, fast, striding forward with a goal in the chaos, this is the rhythm of life in a big city.I used to be extremely uncomfortable with this kind of life, but now I can say that I have basically adapted to it.I remember when I first started walking on the street, I never dared to ride a bicycle.It is walking, either bumping into others, or letting others step on the heels of their shoes.Crossing the zebra crossing at the intersection, I was as nervous as a thief.

Now I am riding a bicycle in the flow of people on the right side of the street, relaxed and comfortable, running like a natural wave in this long river of life.When passing through the crowds of free markets such as Dongmen Beach, my bicycle can also pass through the water like a fish.After coming to the wide avenue leading to the Provincial Party Committee, there were few pedestrians, only some cars with curtains drawn shuttled on the central avenue, speeding past like arrows.The sycamore trees on both sides radiate thick branches and leaves, casting a wide shade on the street; the blue sky with the scorching red sun above the head leaves only a streaky strip.

I made do with a cigarette in the car, holding the handlebar with one hand and smoking with the other, and slowed down a bit to think about something in my head. Of course, I first thought of my meeting with Xiaofang just now. Yes, cute little bird!She was as unprepared as I expected.She was still having her desert dreams. Of course, she is beyond reproach.Not so long ago, didn't I insist on going to that desolate place like her?I admit that, spiritually speaking, this pursuit is always of a sublime character.Everything that is sublime will arouse a feeling of awe, so that when you betray it, you can feel a kind of soul trembling yourself.Da Vinci's "The Last Supper" popped up in my head for no apparent reason.This made me very unhappy.

But I also have reasons to justify myself: I did not do something bad by staying in this city.I may be able to give full play to my talents here than in the desert, and at the same time, won't I make a greater contribution to society?Besides, giving full play to the intelligence and wisdom of intellectuals is also a policy advocated by our modern country.What can this be called humble?I don't know how many times I justified myself like this in my heart.Of course, I also admit that the affluent living conditions in the city are also an important attraction.But people are alive, shouldn't they live better?Who in the world is against that?What amazes me now is how can I change so fast all of a sudden?I was surprised again, how could Xiaofang not change at all for so long?I believe she will change too.Just stay, and the waves of city life will slowly wash away the long-settled sand dunes in her mind-this line is simply a wonderful line of poetry!We have already arrived at the gate of the Provincial Party Committee's Family Hospital.I deposited my bicycle in the parking place on the opposite road, and walked towards the extraordinary gate that I had entered several times.The soldiers on guard immediately stared at me with vigilant eyes.Although I have been with Yue Zhiming several times, the soldiers will not remember me.My steps were a little flustered, my heart was pounding, almost like a criminal who committed a crime.

"What are you doing?" the soldier yelled majestically and walked towards me. I stopped.The sentinel walked up to me and asked again, "What are you doing?" I replied, "I'll look for Comrade Yue Zhiming." "Do you have a certificate?" I hurriedly fumbled for my student ID in my pocket.Oops!I lost my student ID card in the dormitory.I had no choice but to say: "I forgot to bring it. I am from the Provincial Normal University, a classmate of Yue Zhiming." "What's your name?" "Xue Feng." "Wait a minute." After the soldier finished speaking, he walked towards the sentry tower.

I heard the voice of an automatic phone dialing from the watchtower, and then I heard the soldier say: "Hello, Minister Yue? ... Oh, Zhiming, there is a classmate of yours who said his name is Xue Feng, and he is at the gate now. Let me in." ?Oh." The soldier came out, gave me a sign to let me in, and then stood upright in my original position.I hurried to go inside.Not far from the gate, I saw Yue Zhiming lazily walking out in slippers to greet me.We walked into the living room of their house together. The nanny brought us two drinks.I saw that there was something dark in the cup, and I didn't know what it was.Zhiming said: "You drink coffee. This is very good, Brazilian, instant, no need to cook."

Oh, this is coffee.I have only seen drinking coffee in foreign novels before.I also drank this noble drink today.However, I am not used to drinking it, and find it has a strange bitter taste.After a while, I heard the sound of a car stopping at the door.This is probably the return of Zhiming's father.Yes, it really is Minister Yue.When he walked into the living room, Zhiming immediately introduced me to him.Zhiming's father was a kind old man. As soon as he heard that he was his son's classmate, he shook my hand warmly and asked me where I was from, what my parents did, and so on.I am very sorry to answer his question.I have never talked with such a big official, so I stuttered a bit.

The head of the organization simply sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted with me.He said that our hometown is an old area, and he fought in those places in the Liberation War, and he named many places in our area.All this moved me deeply.Zhiming told his father again that I was the one who co-wrote the work with him.The old man was even happier, and took out the provincial newspaper from the briefcase just beside him, and said, "Your poems are very good! Zhiming's foundation is poor, so you should help him well. During the Cultural Revolution, he and I Mom closed the cowshed, and he was left alone, so it was delayed. His brother is better, and he was admitted to the graduate school of the Academy of Social Sciences last year..."

The old man seemed to love his youngest son very much, and even called him "Zhiming" as if he were a comrade, instead of calling him by his nickname.He seemed genuinely happy that his son had published his work.In the presence of this good old man, I felt a sudden sense of shame.I am also ashamed of Zhiming.I know the old man doesn't really know his son.Yes, he loves him, but doesn't understand him.What makes me even more uncomfortable is that Zhiming was able to hide the truth from his father without any shame, so that the head of the organization actually believed that his son could really write something.He may be a perceptive organization minister, but he may be a confused father.

His father wanted to rest, so Zhiming took me to his dormitory. His dormitory is not set together with his family's house, but a single room in another row.The layout of this house is also another set.New sofa bed, small bar, 14-inch color TV and a four-speaker tape recorder.Large color photos of movie actors Liu Xiaoqing and Chen Chong are pasted on the wall. We began to discuss the outline of the novel. It turned out that we were going to write a novel reflecting the life of college students.But Zhiming said that he heard a very good story, which can be said to be a ready-made novel. "What story?" I asked him.

He said: "I heard a joke in the society. Oh, it's like this: In a certain year and month, on a certain passenger train, two men who are strangers to each other and a strange woman are sitting in the same carriage. On the same chair. The woman happened to be sitting between the two men. As a result, both men fell in love with this woman. Before getting off the train, the two men wrote down their addresses—of course they both wrote Some warm words of courtship praised the woman from head to toe. They slid the note into the other woman's pocket, so that, in their confusion, the two slipped the note into each other's pocket. Afterwards, the two men corresponded with each other in the two places and talked passionately about their relationship. When it came to a certain time, both of them wanted to meet each other soon. So they agreed in a letter that on a certain day of a certain month I met at a certain place at a certain station. It turned out that the other party was a man. The two men cursed each other, and then each cursed themselves in their hearts, and then went back to their respective homes... Look at this Wonderful? Purely a Chekhovian short story!" he exclaimed. I couldn't help frowning after hearing this, and said, "I seem to have seen a novel published in a magazine, and that's the story." "Really? What a pity! Such a good subject was taken away by others!" He said despondently.I said, "Let's still follow our original idea." Zhiming said: "I'm a little confused today, let's talk about it another day...Hey, didn't you say that you have a girlfriend in the Forestry College and want to stay in school? Let's go to my mother now. It's not too late for this matter! You arrive I've already told my mother about the "Northern" going. Originally, you and your wife could talk about it together, but my mother was tired of these things, so I had to tell you first... Let's go now! " I am very happy with Zhiming's proposal.That's why I'm here.It was for the future of Xiaofang and me that I patiently talked so much nonsense with my superficial friend.So we rode bicycles to the Provincial Education Bureau together. When I got to the gate of the Education Bureau, I wanted to get out of the car, but Zhiming said don't bother me, I have to register when I get down, and I just need to break in. As soon as we entered the gate, we were stopped behind by the old porter.He shouted angrily: "Young people don't even know the rules! Why did you get in right away? Who are you looking for?" We got out of the car in embarrassment, and Zhiming said, "I'm looking for my mother!" The old man asked angrily, "Who is your mother?" "Gao Jianfang!" "No matter who you are looking for, you must register!" The old man said bluntly. We had no choice but to go back and register at the concierge before being allowed to enter the office building in the courtyard.Zhiming's mother is a tall woman with graying hair, wearing an ordinary cadre uniform, she looks like a very courageous leader. When Zhiming introduced me to her, she got up from her chair and shook hands with me.That hand was stiff, with a kind of reluctance, as if holding a broom handle.There are probably too many people looking for her, as Zhiming said: "It's so annoying." Zhiming explained his purpose to his mother.While Zhiming was speaking, I made some necessary additions in time. The director of the distribution office stared at Zhiming in boredom, and listened to him finish. Then she turned to me, with a businesslike look, and said calmly: "There are many similar requirements. In the allocation of college students, who goes where, except for a few special cases, the authority lies with each institution. We have no right to directly interfere with each institution. School assignment, so it is difficult for me to help you..." There was a "buzz" in my head: it's all over now! I looked at Zhiming, who was sitting there casually flipping through a "Chinese Women" magazine.I lowered my head and sat there in embarrassment, unable to speak a word, like a prisoner who was sent for trial.I complained to Zhiming in my heart: If this is the case, why did he bring me to meet this stern judge? The judge went on to pronounce the sentence: "I can't engage in these unhealthy practices here. If the hundreds of thousands of college students in the province do this, wouldn't it be messed up? Besides, it is possible to take care of individual people, but if it spreads, it will It affects the distribution of many people. At that time, I will either write a letter to the newspaper to expose it, or go to the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection to sue, or even gang up with us to make trouble..." I still couldn't say a word, and sweat was already on my forehead.I really want to just turn around and leave.At this time, I heard Zhiming say: "Mom, forget about these words, we are almost off work, and we have to go back to school..." When I heard this, I quickly stood up and prepared to go. But Zhiming's mother picked up a pen, opened a notebook from the table, and asked me: "Which university did your girlfriend go to? What major did she study? What's her name?" The light of hope lit up my eyes like lightning in an instant.I quickly answered her questions one by one.I saw her write it all down in that notebook.It was not easy for her to escape this tortured place. On the way, I said to Zhiming: "According to your mother's attitude, I have no hope." Zhiming laughed and said: "My mother's words have been recorded in her heart. They're going to be played all over again. Poor man! You're so freaked out by this pastor's holy sermon! Don't worry, she'll do what she's supposed to do, otherwise why would she write it down in a notebook?" Another "buzz" in my head, I almost rode my bike to the sidewalk...Life, you taught me another lesson!