Chapter 25 Lao Zhang's Philosophy (25)

Those who live in Beijing but have never been to Central Park①, if they don’t grudge ten copper coins, they don’t have enough time to throw them among the tea tables and rattan chairs; if they don’t hate the magnificent old green cypress and red walls, they lack appreciation. The beauty of white face, red lips, blue shirt and purple trousers; if you don't hate the snowy pine wind and the fragrance of lotus after the rain, you won't be able to resist the resistance of Paris perfume and Japanese soap.If it is the main reason to begrudge ten copper dollars to buy tickets, we should thank the administrator of the park for being considerate of the hearts of people who can afford ten copper dollars, so that the smell of sweat does not overcome the smell of perfume.As for the fact that you don’t want to go there for ten copper dollars, it’s because you lack aristocratic aesthetics. You have to be excluded from the ancient green cypress wall with people who are sweaty and dusty. Who do you blame?Wang De has been living in the city for half a year, and he has visited almost all the places that he can visit without buying tickets.He has already written a lot in his little notebook, about how the big girl sat on a short stool and drank bean juice at the temple fair to protect the country, and how the clothes sellers in the earth temple sang the prices up and down...but for this The park, which looks like an ancient temple, has never been visited, even though he kept walking on the stone road in front of Tiananmen Square.

He has finally made money now, and the opposite of making money is naturally spending; so the iron gate of the park can no longer stop him.He also handed in the ticket, while crossing the stone threshold more than one foot high, he went in with his head raised. It is much better than the Huguo Temple, the Earth Temple...!However, my status is much lower than in Huguo Temple and Earth Temple!In Huguo Temple, you can sit on the same bench with the big girls and enjoy a bowl of sour soy milk that is thicker than milk.After drinking, give out one copper coin, and you can get back as many as five or six small brass coins.Here, the people in the teahouse: each person has a chair, a teapot, and the table is covered with a white cloth.People lay their bodies on the chairs and put their feet on the table. The soles of their red leather shoes are not even a speck of dust, and they are brighter than the small foreign mirrors sold in Huguo Temple.With Wang De's padded jacket, that small cap, and those cloth shoes, sitting there, if two patrolmen and three plainclothes detectives can't come over, then what do the patrolmen and detectives do!

He circled three times in a row, and then stood outside the big iron cage on the east side of the waterside pavilion, watching the group of ducks, (there was a pair of mandarin ducks too!) Stretching their long necks, they darted towards the pond. Served in frozen water.Around him were only a few children who followed their mothers and yelled softly: "Go in! Come out again! There's a small fish in their mouth!..." The people sitting on the big chairs didn't look at this. He looked at it for a long time, and his legs felt a little sore.Although there were a few long wooden chairs by the roadside, he was ashamed to sit on them, because he had the same pride of not wanting to sit on wooden chairs like most people.Suppose he is wearing a mink fur cloak and sitting firmly on a wooden chair. The next day, there may be a news article in the newspaper that says "the rich are not arrogant, and the great man sits on a wooden chair". Unfortunately, he does not have that cloak. There, those people with gold-ringed canes raised their faces and puffed their bellies, pointing at those ancient pines with their canes, paying attention to the painting method, Wang De's nose may be broken by the canes!

"Let's find a quiet place to sit!" he said to himself. He started to head east, detoured from the front of Yuxuan to the north.Even more strange!The civilized people sitting in the hall don't eat with chopsticks, but with small knives and forks with martial spirit.Wang De thought to himself: They are going to fight and throw knives and forks, how many tourists will be accidentally injured! Eating foreign food and drinking foreign tea, and asking foreigners to serve wine with tea, Wang De has no objection at all.Because he heard his father say: Decades ago, foreigners broke into the city of Beijing, tied up all the Chinese with braids and whipped them with big leather whips. (That's why his father didn't resolutely oppose cutting hair until later.) Then, asking foreigners to serve us tea and food is not very inhumane.However, if you just eat foreign food, drink foreign tea, and wear foreign clothes, apart from giving money to foreigners, you can only intimidate Wang De. Can Wang De be afraid of this No. 2 foreigner pretending to be a trademark?

However, Wang De failed. When he came out of the house, although he didn't bring guards and bombs like the military officers, the sword in his mind was clearly about to come out of its sheath and charge for a while.Poor, now he is a little discouraged: "Why can't I just sit there and pretend to be a foreigner?" He is like a crow on the snow today, realizing his ugliness and shabbiness!Fortunately, he did not respect the "No. 2 foreigner" very much. These thoughts only scratched a slight scar on his heart, but did not bleed; Entering a new region with Wang De's shame and hope today!

Wang De lowered his head and walked northwards until he reached the river bank at Beitou. Well, there was only a pine forest and not many tourists.He predicted that there would be fewer and fewer people there, because people visiting the park don't go to places where there are few people to show off. He leaned against the east wall and looked from the tree gap to the west bridge, and he could still vaguely see the clothes and hats of pedestrians.When he looked back from a distance, he saw two shoes on the left and two on the right under a big tree, but he couldn't see people's bodies.It is easy to think of two people sitting with their backs against a tree, facing west, with their feet stretched obliquely.Look again, one pair of men's shoes and one pair of women's shoes, Wang De boldly concluded that they are a man and a woman.

Wang De's curiosity drove the complaints away, and he sneaked to the back of the tree, leaned against the trunk, faced the east wall, and sat down with his feet slanted.You think, "If they look back and see my feet, they can tell that there are six feet here, and of course there are three people." After he sat down, he couldn't hear any movement from the other side of the tree, so he had to endure it.He looked at his own feet, and then looked back at the feet on the other side of the tree; looking at them, he suddenly retracted his feet, because he felt that the two worn-out shoes were displayed in such a beautiful place, as if a little Sorry for who.But not reconciled, to see if the shoes on the other side of the tree are broken.If it's as broken as mine, why am I shy alone.He poked his head to take a closer look at the pair of men's shoes, and felt that they looked familiar.Come to think of it, those are Li Ying's new shoes.

"If it's really Li Ying, that one must be her—Li Jing!" Wang De thought so.So he looked over at the pair of women's shoes again, because he could tell the owner of the shoes by the shoes.Not her, her shoes are green, this one is blue. "It's not Sister Jing, who is it? Li Ying saw the woman and hid more than three feet away. Don't be careless, just listen." The man on the other side of the tree coughed twice. "It's indeed Li Ying! Strange!" He thought about it and unconsciously shouted: "Li Ying!" "Ah!" The tree seemed to agree inadvertently.

Just as Wang De stood up, Li Ying had already walked over, wearing a Salvation Army uniform with red letters on it. "What are you doing here, Wang De?" Li Ying's face was redder than a tomato. "I—come to see the 'Villager's Stall'!" "what?" "Rural stall!" Wang De said with a smile. "What's the meaning?" "Don't you remember going to the 'Rural People's Stall, where court clothes stand on the steps?' Look at the reclining chairs and small tables in the teahouse, where there are strange men and women, isn't it the Rural People's Stall?"

"Wang De, that's 'Village Nuo'①. Lao Zhang mispronounced the word!" The two people were talking, and a girl turned from the right.Wang De immediately put away the joke, and Li Ying's face was slashed like a blunt knife.It was the girl who asked Li Ying calmly, "Is this your friend?" "Yes, this is the Wang De I often talk about!" "Mr. Wang!" The girl smiled and nodded to Wang De. Wang De returned the girl's half-bow, made another bow, and then stood there without saying a word. "You should introduce me!" She said to Li Ying.

"Wang De, this is Miss Long. We are working together." Wang De saluted again, then stood still again. Li Ying is not ridiculous, nor is Wang De, they are as ridiculous as the people who were tortured.And poor! The generosity and liveliness of Longfeng gradually relieved the shyness of the two young people, so the three of them sat under the tree and chatted again. Is Longfeng a Chinese woman?yes!Do Chinese women do this?I "hope" there is such a one, if in fact there is no such one.Li Ying, Dragon and Phoenix were holding a volume of "Gospel", and Wang De understood that they were here to sell newspapers, not to hang out. The three talked for a long time, and the park gradually became more crowded. Li Ying went to the front to sell newspapers, and Wang De went to work in the newspaper office.