Chapter 189 Zhao Ziyue (2)

Number three is almost the public conference hall of the rooftop apartment: firstly, it is where Zhao Ziyue's power lies, and he can be called upon.Secondly, No. 3 is the most spacious house in the whole apartment. The conversation in No. 3 is like a wild forest: from a distance, it looks like a patch of green bushes, but from a close look, the pine, locust tree, elm, and willow each have their own characteristics; similarly, their conversation sounds like a group of drunks playing music and making noise from a distance; Listening, each has its own independent propositions and arguments: "You said how crisp the 'whiteboard fishing list' was caught yesterday! I saw one on the ground——"

The first one didn't finish, the second one said: "Shopkeeper Dong, Huang Puma's horse characters shouldn't be playing tricks! When Tan Jiaotian was alive——" The second person didn't finish, and the third person said: "Great Xiaocui and Zhang Shengren have broken the pot! Was it—" The third person didn't finish speaking, and the fourth person said: "Do you think it's better for me to enter the Department of Literature or Philosophy? My nature is close to—" Before the fourth person finished speaking, everyone shouted together: "Don't talk about school!"

The conversation of No. 3 went on like this, until everyone's attention was focused on one point, and the owner of No. 3 began to pack tea bowls, ink cartridges, and everything that could be used as weapons.Because when the problem is concentrated, the tea bowl and ink cartridge will fly away.The owner of No. 3 may not have been timid and afraid of bleeding, but because the teacup was broken and no one was responsible for compensation. The third gathering, in good conscience, is not always like this. When a major accident occurs in the country, society, or school, everyone can really help each other to discuss relief methods.Unfortunately, even when there is a fight sometimes, the owner of No. 3 is willing to sacrifice a few teacups for the sake of the country and society.

It was late at night, if the bells from the Bell and Drum Towers hadn't been thumping to represent the shabby and sleepy Beijing talking in sleep, the city of Beijing would really have been as quiet as a big dead cow.A ghostly wind blows a few immature snowflakes, like a few mischievous little white moths, flying under the electric lamp.Although it was only the beginning of winter, the patrolmen standing on the street shrank their necks from the cold and ran into the wind shelter. This kind of tranquility cannot be felt in the rooftop apartment. As a result of getting enough sleep in the lecture hall during the day, the residents are not only not sleepy at night, but also visibly refreshed.Big Wang's "Cut the Yellow Robe" has been sung three times from beginning to end.In order to please the big man, Sun Mingyuan declared that he would use his cough instead of applause.Two mahjong games were in full swing in the inner courtyard, and the loser slammed his cards fiercely. The winner smiled and clapped his hands on the edge of the table to make a nod for Big Wang.In the south room of the outer courtyard, a philosopher with a small nose and small eyes and a geographer with a big nose and big eyes are debating whether the earth is round or square.The debate between the two was fruitless, so the question was changed to a discussion: should people have big noses and big eyes, or small noses and small eyes. ...Only old man Fang in the north room fell asleep soundly. Only he could sleep in this environment, because he was deaf.

On the third day, eight rounds of sparrow crossings were completed, and a meeting about the school strike began.Zhao Ziyue sat on the bed with two pillows under his buttocks, and Zhou Shaolian and Wu Duan sat on the edge of the bed.There were two people sitting on the chair: Mo Danian and Ouyang Tianfeng. There are about 30 guests living in the rooftop apartment, but now there are only five of them in the third meeting: firstly, because the guests do not all belong to the same university; It is obviously unreasonable to hold a meeting with more than ten people. Zhou Shaolian is a very old young man, with a bent waist like a small silver hooked shrimp.His thin yellow face was like a small dried orange.The two small eyes are always smiling, and the tip of the nose is red and always looks like just finished crying.This kind of half-smile, half-cry, half-cry, makes people look unable to arouse certain emotions.The delicate voice is like a seven or eight-year-old girl, but the ugly voice is definitely not something a child can do.The wrinkles on the eyebrows do seem to be forty or fifty years old, but there is no beard stubble on the lips.In short, it is not a big mistake to conclude that he is at least seven years old and at most fifty years old.He studied philosophy, but devoted all his time to composing new poems.He himself said: He published his philosophy with new poems.Unfortunately, after reading his new poems, people don't know why they are even more confused.When he opens his mouth, he produces new poetry, but when he closes his mouth, he produces philosophy.No witty verse, not when he should.There are beautiful verses, and he has to say them when he shouldn't.Now he was wearing a gray cotton robe over an old blue serge suit upper body.This not only brings out a bit of "new" taste, but also has more pockets in the suit, so you can put more notes of poems written down at any time, so as not to be scattered and lost.

As for Wu and Mo, they all studied economics.They heard that the boss of Western Bank and the managers of the company are all economic experts.They also heard that nine out of ten bank bosses and company managers have bald heads, double chins, and big bellies; on their stomachs are half-foot-long gold watch chains.Therefore, the two of them also straightened their backs, bulged their bellies, and shrunk their necks to show how fleshy their necks are.As for the differences between the two, although there are many differences, the most obvious one is: Mo Danian's face is as red as a shrinking sun, while Wu Duan's face is as yellow as an autumn moon.Mo Danian's red face was plump like a little fat man, and people also called him little fat man; Wu Duan also had a lot of yellow face, but no one thought of calling him little fat man.Some people really want to call him "little swollen boy", but feel that it is difficult to say it, although swollen and fat are similar.Mo Danian has a big heart and a fat body. Whatever is in his heart, he can say it with his mouth.Wu Duan has a careful heart and a fat body. He holds good things in his heart, but says bad things in his mouth, because bad things are listened to.Mo Danian wore a fat cotton robe and a mandarin jacket with wide sleeves, like the young shopkeeper of a silk and satin village.Butuan wears a blue woolen suit and yellow French-style leather shoes, and his every move has a foreign flavor.

As for Ouyang Tianfeng, he has not been in the preparatory course for seven years, about two semesters short.He has the attitude of never getting tired of learning, learning the new by reviewing the past, lest he will take the liberty to upgrade and the foundation will not be solid.He and Zhao Ziyue's method of studying every three months is fundamentally different, but the attitude of studying for the sake of learning is equally admirable.His face and clothes are more than ten times better than Zhao Ziyue's, but the two of them are good friends who are inseparable.Only when Zhao Ziyue gets along with such a handsome person as Ouyang can he not feel his ugliness; only when Ouyang Tianfeng gets along with such an ugly person like Zhao Ziyue can he feel safe about his beauty.The two of them are like the pair of generals Hum and Ha standing in front of the temple gate, only they are different, but they complement each other.There is another difference between the two of them: Zhao's enrollment is to take foreign money out of the whole pile, and play mahjong in the apartment to spend 1510 foreign money.Not only does Ouyang not have to take money out of his pocket, but he pays tuition fees because he makes money from crossing sparrows.If the Work-Study Mutual Aid Association wanted to present medals to those who worked part-time, it could be concluded without a doubt that the gold medal would be given to Ouyang Tianfeng.The economic policies of the two of them are fundamentally different, but the relationship between them has become closer in the mahjong field; if Zhao Ziyue loses money to Ouyang Tianfeng, besides he thinks sparrow sparrow is the most noble game, he feels that he has done something invisibly A charity.

Opening of the session on the 3rd: "Li Shun!" Chairman Zhao Zi said, sitting on the bed and shouting like a small cannon: "Li Shun!" "Li Shun!" No response! "Li——shun!——" The chairman's face sank, and he was aroused.No response! "What are you calling Li Shun for?" Mo Danian asked. "Buy melon seeds and cigarettes! Without these two things, I can't be the chairman!" Zhao Ziyue raised his eyebrows and said solemnly. "It's getting late, probably he's asleep." Mo Danian said while looking at the little gold watch on his fat wrist: "No, it's ten past two!"

"Let's stay awake, and those who do odd jobs can't sleep!" The chairman said angrily. "Don't blame Li Shun either," Mo Danian stupidly explained for Li Shun: "Eight hours of work, isn't it, isn't it a common labor restriction?" "Don't talk about theory! He should sleep, we shouldn't eat melon seeds!" The chairman said confidently and pushed Fatty Mo back! There was a moment of silence in the room. "No matter the theory," Mo Danian said to himself with his head down, "Let's talk about humanity!" -"

"I have it! Come! Eat one!" Wu Duan briskly opened the silver cigarette case and handed it to Zhao Ziyue.The chairman's tiger's neck was bent slightly, and he took a cigarette.The cigarette was burning, and the anger gradually dissipated with the incense mist from his mouth. "I'm still poor at self-cultivation!" The chairman shook his head regretfully and said, "I can't stop getting angry! Your words, Lao Mo, will always be as clever as Confucius! Well, now it's time to discuss our affairs. I said, Why didn't Lao Li come?!" "Okay! Lao Li can have a meeting with us!" Wu Duan said slowly, "Guess what? Hmph! Lao Li never approves of school strikes, so it's just right if he doesn't come!" "Chairman !" Zhou Shaolian's poetic spirit was already moving, with his mouth like a catfish open, and his unpopular squealing voice, he was the first to speak: "This strike is necessary. Look! Look how cruel those gray professors are! Look! Look how serious the headmaster's order is like a mountain of swords! If we don't resist, we will lose the flower of freedom in our hearts and the song of nighthawks in our ears! Oppose! Oppose the imperial examination! Imperialist order! "He took a deep breath and continued: "From a literary point of view, this is my opinion!" He took another breath: "As for the methods and steps, they are not enough to be absorbed by the tide marks in my mind." Arrived! Although, ah,—against!"

"Old Zhou's words are very clear!" said the chairman.Then he looked at the cigarette in his hand: "Sister's! The more you eat, the more it tastes worse!" He curled his lips and threw the cigarette on the ground violently. "Old Zhao, have you forgotten that it is Lao Wu's golden shredded tobacco, snow-white cigarette paper, with foreign characters printed on it, and 'nicotine' in it?" Zhou Shaolian took the opportunity to show off his poetic talent, which was absolutely meaningless. Sow discord. "Damn me!" The chairman recalled that it was Wu Duan's cigarette, and swore to apologize with tears in his eyes: "Old Wu! You don't blame me, sure! I want to scold your cigarette, my sister's, I'm not human!" "Hmph! If it weren't for Lao Zhou, I would have suffered this scolding!" Wu Duan blushed slightly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, straightened his back and said, "Guess what? , laughed and scolded heroes, how could heroes be made without scolding! Scold you, Chairman!" "Come on! Look at me!" Mo Danian smiled and explained to them: "It's important to discuss our affairs, Ouyang! It's your turn to speak, don't You listened to them!" Ouyang Tianfeng was about to speak when he was stopped by the chairman. "Old Wu! Look, I don't smoke anymore. There is 'nicotine' in the smoke, toxin!" The chairman not only regretted scolding someone wrongly, but also really remembered the harm of smoking: "Everyone! I will never see me smoking again. , kick me away!" He saw that Wu Duan was speechless, and then said to Ouyang Tianfeng: "Okay! It's time to listen to you!" "I don't look at literature," Ouyang Tianfeng said with a smile all over his face, two eyebrows frowning in one place, like a half-annoyed, handsome, annoyed and smiling ancient Greek god statue: "I'm from the facts." Think about it. The principal, teachers, and staff are all afraid of beating. If they want to take the test, we will beat them!" After finishing speaking, he rolled up the cuffs of his fur robe, revealing a pair of fists that looked like small white meat buns.The heart-green veins on Fen's face swelled softly, like a few tender green lotus stalks on a watercolor painting.The fierce words uttered from the beautiful mouth are really like a flower in full bloom, which fascinates the people who watch it, and they dare not have the slightest hint of playfulness. "Ouyang is absolutely right! Absolutely right!" The chairman clapped his hands like crazy and shouted with his neck pulled, which was more intense than the praise of Kunling in the theater. "We have many reasons, facts, against the principal." Butuan said: "Based on his background, guess what, he is not qualified to be the principal! His father, pay attention, his father is a cart seller, you Do you know?" At this point, he looked around: he was extremely proud, like an explorer who found a golden island in the wild sea. "Guess what, in the spirit of equality and republic, we can't call Maibu's son the principal!" "Old Wu's words are absolutely right!" said the chairman, and after speaking, he yawned twice deeply and styled. Everyone was attracted by the chairman——haha yawned. "Everyone! Do you agree? Open a window to let in some fresh air?" Mo Danian asked. Everyone didn't answer, Mo Danian stood up, brushed the hand that was going to reach the window on the lapel, and then sat down again. "No one cares about you, red old Mo!" Zhou Shaolian used the poet's observation ability to see that Mo Danian's face was as red as rouge. "Chairman!" Mo Danian muttered, "I'm sleepy! Your opinion is my opinion. After you discuss it, I'm going to sleep!" "Holy Chairman! Forgive me! My black and white eyeballs are no longer able to resist the upper and lower eyelids!" Zhou Shaolian followed Mo Danian out. "Old Mo! Old Zhou! See you tomorrow!" said the chairman. "Chairman!" Ouyang Tianfeng yelled energetically: "We can't just leave without a result! Ask if everyone agrees with 'fighting'!" "Everyone! We have decided: fight!" The chairman said: "When the general meeting is held in the future, I will say on behalf of the students in the rooftop apartment: fight! Isn't it?" "There is no other way!" Ouyang Tianfeng said: " No--" Mo Danian and Zhou Shaolian had already walked into the courtyard, and Xiaoxue, who was rinsing, covered the ground white.Zhou Shaolian jumped on his feet and shouted with a small squeeing voice: "Old Zhao! You haven't come out to see the early winter snow! Snow! It's white!" "Really, Lao Zhou?" Zhao Ziyue jumped off the bed and ran out .Wu Duan and Ouyang Tianfeng also followed.Ouyang Tianfeng was afraid of the cold, so he ran into his room like a cute kitten with his arms around his shoulders.Both Zhao Ziyue and Wu Duan stretched out their arms and breathed in the snow deeply.A snowflake was actually sucked into Zhao Ziyue's nose, and it turned into a small drop of water and landed on his wide and thick lips: "Haha! Interesting!" Zhou Shaolian stood on the steps and tried his best to think about the poems. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered two lines of ancient poems, and added one or two imaginary characters to count them as new poems. While shaking his head, he groaned: "Beixue—I committed a crime—Changsha!" "Hu Xueyou>It's cold<Wan Jia!" Zhao Ziyue continued the next sentence, and then said, "Isn't that right, Lao Zhou? Du Shi! Du Shi!" "Old Zhao! The 'gray' Hu Yun is right!" Zhou Shaolian walked into the room quite unhappy after speaking. "Old Wu!" Zhao Ziyue put Zhou Shaolian down, and said to Wu Duan, "Do you still have any cigarettes?" "Kick him away!" Ouyang Tianfeng shouted with a smile in the room. "Kick me? You? Watch out for hurting your little white toe!" As long as people can laugh and laugh with their long cheeks off, nothing can be said.Zhao Zi said, so he laughed haha.