Chapter 191 Zhao Ziyue (4)

Red, yellow, blue and green papers, black, white, gold and purple characters, real grass, official and seal calligraphy, long and short articles in ancient Chinese and vernacular, cynicism, hot cursing, tapping and cursing, all kinds of cursing, ——The declaration of attacking and defending the principal, pasted from the gate of Meisho University to the back door, from the foot of the wall to the top of the building; there is also a copy posted on the electric pole. The gates are broken, the plaques are taken off, the glass is broken, and the windows are flying.The principal's office was smashed to the ground, and the instrument room was smashed to pieces.Official documents flew all over the place, but there was not even a whole one.The books were turned into ashes, and only half of "Historical Records" remained.There were lumps of mud on the ceiling, and chunks of broken brick on the floor.Nothing was broken, except for a spittoon which was still standing in the southeast corner of the auditorium.

There was a torn hemp rope outside the headmaster's room. The headmaster tied it up and beat it.There are five or six satin shoes on the doorway, and the teachers escape with bare soles.On the door frame of the office room, a foreign nail more than three inches long is nailed to an ear with blood clotted. It was cut off from the head of a seasoned (criminal!) general servant who has served for more than 20 years.The ground of the campus greenhouse had turned black and purple with blood poured from the nose of an old gardener who earned ten yuan a month. The goldfish in the fish tank in the greenhouse float on the water with bright white bellies, and the whole box of chalk is bubbling on the bottom of the tank, tormenting the lingering souls of those little goldfish.The eyeballs of the little frogs raised in the laboratory stuck to the bricks, and they lost their lives as ghosts on the test bench.The sun hid in the dark cloud sadly and did not come out for a day, and the little mouse was proudly chewing the dead little frog's leg in the room in the dark. ... The three-inch black letters on the newspaper reported this school trend.Telegrams hung with tens of thousands of fires and flew all over the country.The door of the Ministry of Education is closed, and the second door cannot be opened. It looks like a big shrine that has been short of incense for a long time.Educational groups convened meetings one after another to discuss relief measures, and unexpectedly decided: "Let's see the limelight." The male soldiers, with bayonets accustomed to drinking human blood stuck in their guns, smashed the bleak city into pieces like wild beasts. Surrounded by the university hall, it seems that they are the only ones who dare to stand there!Drops of bloodstains on the ground formed into small round eyes, quietly looking at the soles of the soldiers' shoes! ...

"Old Zhao! How are you?" Li Jingchun went to Dongfang Hospital to see Zhao Zi and said. "You're the end, Lao Li?" Zhao Ziyue had a white cloth wrapped around his head, and his complexion was as pale as a sunset.Gauze is wrapped around his left arm, and a cross of pink adhesive plaster is stuck on his right cheek; "The injury is not serious, it will be fine in seven or eight days! Where's Ouyang?" "Sleeping in the apartment!" The slower Li Jingchun spoke, the more emotion he brought out.The smile lines on his face showed the injustice in his heart.

"Is he not injured?" Zhao Ziyue asked.He was only afraid that Ouyang Tianfeng would be injured, but he couldn't stop thinking that Ouyang must be injured; after hearing Li Jingchun's words, he was somewhat surprised by the consolation. "How can someone who advocates beating someone get hurt!" "Didn't he go to school?" Zhao Ziyue didn't seem to believe Li Jingchun's words, but at this moment he hoped that Ouyang would get hurt a little.He didn't seem to want his friend to lose a little of his personality for physical safety. "I didn't go because I didn't advocate 'fighting'; he didn't go either, because he advocated 'fighting'!"

"Ouch!" Zhao Ziyue closed his eyes and frowned, assuming that it wasn't his own pain, or that he was hurting for others. Li Jingchun stared at him blankly and didn't speak for a long time.Moans and sighs from other wards gradually invaded the silence in the room.Li Jingchun looked at Zhao Ziyue, listened to the patient's groans, and felt that the whole world was caught in a net of sorrow.His fighting spirit was concealed by this sad shadow, just like the old tree in the courtyard.Zhao Ziyue seemed to have fallen asleep, he tiptoed and held his breath and wanted to go out. "Old Li, don't go!" Zhao Ziyue suddenly opened his eyes, and smiled bitterly at Li Jingchun, expressing that there was no pain on his body.

"What's the matter with you?" "Nothing, really!" Zhao Ziyue slowly raised his right hand to touch the gauze on his head, and then said slowly, "I'm asking you!—I'm asking you!" "What's the matter?" "I'm asking you! How is Ms. Wang?" Zhao Ziyue took a peek at Li Jingchun, opened and closed his left and right eyes alternately, and looked at his nose, where there were some fine beads of sweat. "She? I heard that she has also come to the hospital. I'm going to see her." "Really?" After Zhao Ziyue finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

"Honestly, aren't you feeling sad?" "no no!" Li Jingchun had some words and questions in his mind, but he was stopped by Zhao Ziyue's sad look.If I don't say it, I feel sorry for him; if I say it, I am afraid that it will increase his pain and boredom.If you walk, you are afraid that Zhao Zi said you will be lonely; if you don't leave, the words you want to say in your heart and you are embarrassed to say roll up and down like a swarm of bees about to leave the nest.While in trouble, the door opened, and Mo Danian walked in with a red face.The red light on his face warmed Zhao Ziyue's heart a bit.

"Old Zhao, see you tomorrow!" Li Jingchun finally got a chance to escape, and said to Mo Danian: "You can talk to Lao Zhao!" After speaking, he walked out gently, walked to the door and looked back Zhao Ziyue, the smile on Zhao Ziyue's face is not as forced as it was a few minutes ago. "Old Zhao!" Mo Danian asked: "I heard that you were lifted by the warlord?" "Who said that? You still want to live after you lifted the lid?" Zhao Ziyue felt much happier in his heart, and spoke in a sharp and interesting tone. "Does everyone say that!" Mo Danian's face turned even redder, just like the red face of "Stupid Old Man".

"Where's Ouyang?" "I don't know! I'm probably running and exercising, not necessarily! I met Lao Wu when I came here, and he said he would come and see you later. Ask him, isn't he more informed than us!" "Where is Ms. Wang?" Zhao Zi said naturally. "I don't know either! Leave them alone!" "Old Mo, are you okay?" "It's okay, I just came to see you!" Mo Danian said something hearty, and smiled to himself to show his congratulations. "Okay! Let's talk!" Zhao Ziyue said, opening his eyes like two sunflowers, following the red light on Mo Danian's face, the pain in his body seemed to go away with Li Jingchun. "Old Mo! Do you know the secret of Ms. Wang and Professor Zhang?"

"What secret?" Mo Danian asked. "I ask you where!" "I, I don't know!" "You don't know anything, Lao Mo! Except eating your braised fish head!" Zhao Ziyue laughed, his face was like a cloud after a thunderstorm, with a little red in the ashes reflected by the sun. "Old Zhao! See you tomorrow! I'll buy you oranges tomorrow!" Mo Danian was about to leave with a face full of shame. "Old Mo! I'm telling you a joke, are you in a hurry? Don't leave!" "I still have something to do, come tomorrow." Mo Danian walked out of the room.As soon as he left the house, he immediately pouted his lips.From the hospital to the rooftop apartment, he kept muttering: "I don't know anything! I don't know! Everyone calls us stupid! Stupid old!"

Mo Danian sent a dozen oranges to Zhao Ziyue the next day and handed them over to the hospital room, but he didn't go in to see Zhao Ziyue.He was definitely not annoyed by Zhao Ziyue, nor was he out of his mind.What displeases him is: born in this new society, if one does not have the ability to see all directions, listen to all directions, and show shrewdness everywhere, let one have a good ability and a full stomach of knowledge, at least one will become an "old man". Good", or call you "stupid" without any politeness!If a bandit has the guts to demolish the railway and kidnap foreigners, he is qualified to be a brigade commander, what else is there to say!In terms of his family resources, even if he does not work all his life, he can still live in a peaceful world with no worries about food and clothing.But he detested badges like "Dummy."He wants to be a new-style hero with a red beard and an indigo face in the new society.Even if being a hero is just for fun and excitement, it has no real benefits. After all, a hero is better than an idiot!He clearly knew that Zhao Ziyue was joking with him, and he also knew that "not knowing the secret" and "love to eat braised fish head" were not big treason.However, everyone wants to treat him with Zhao Ziyue's smiling face, which may be the cause of the notoriety of "cowardly" and "dead fish head"!Such insignias are not to be tolerated by romping youth!New youth have three fears: fear of being tough, fear of being illogical, and fear of being brainless!As for Mo Danian, he is naturally kind and kind, and he is not good at playing tricks and tricks.As for "logic", like other young people, he doesn't understand, but like other young people, he wants to avoid this "illogical" charge.How to avoid it?Naturally, the first step is to "have a brain".Therefore, among the three fears, Mo Danian is the first to escape from the "brainless" shadow, "knowing the secret" is naturally a clear-headed, more knowledgeable expression, then, "knowing the secret" can be counted as a new character the only element of . "Knowing the secret" is the secret treasure of practicing "no idiotism". Mo Danian walked while thinking, the more he thought about it, the sadder he felt!Sometimes he would stop and stare blankly at the old buildings, wishing he could tear down the city of Beijing and build another city newer than New York.Standing on the spire of the 2,550th floor, his bronze statue shot out with red and green lights flickering: "It's a great year to transform Beijing!" "Old Mo! Where are you going?" Mo Danian restrained himself and walked out of Xuanxiang for more than 80,000 miles, and looked back: "Old Wu! I have nothing to hang around." Butuan was wearing a new gray suit and a blue double-breasted cloak.The snow-white single collar is tied with a tie made of green field gold flowers woven in India.On the head is a gray wide-brimmed fedora hat, on the feet are spotless yellow, rubber soles, and leather shoes.The chest is bulging, the waist is straight, and the creases of the cloak and trousers stand upright.The wasp's waist, which is neither thick nor thin, is roundly bound by the big cloak. It's hard to tell whether it's the clothes that fit well, or the body is born to support the clothes.He smiled at Mo Danian with his shoulders on his shoulders, then took out a bronze silk handkerchief from the breast pocket of the foreign suit, shook it in the wind, and then pressed it on his nose, pressing his fingers lightly, relying on the "humming power" of his nostrils to groan There were two bangs.Close your eyes and listen to this thick and powerful sound, which is exactly the same as the nasal voice of a foreigner with a high nose. Mo Danian looked at Wu Duan as if "seeing a magic trick", feeling somewhat ashamed in his heart from envy.Butuan, in Mo Danian's mind, is a new youth who has matured in Europe, but he himself only has one less braid than the stupid and stupid villagers in China. "Old Mo, go play and take the opportunity of class strike!" "Where are you going?" Mo Danian said, taking two steps back, looking down at the glittering golden light on Butuan's leather shoes, and at the pair of blue satin thick-soled cotton shoes on his feet! "Go to the western cafeteria to eat first?" Wu Duan said. "I don't have any western clothes, so I'm going to be stiff sitting in the western cafeteria!" These two sentences are indeed Mo Danian's real experience.Because the setting of the western restaurant is: for the guests who wear foreign clothes and speak foreign languages, they will serve thoughtfully without giving tips; for the caretakers who wear Chinese clothes and speak Chinese, they will not bother to socialize even if they give more tips.What's more special: they speak Chinese to those who wear foreign clothes, and speak foreign languages ​​to those who wear Chinese clothes.Therefore, in order to avoid being ridiculed, people who can't read the menu in foreign characters, it is better to go to the "Big Bowl Ju" of Shandong old friends to eat braised noodles than nothing.However: "So, Shangminying Western Restaurant? Guess what? There are all Chinese people eating, and the tables are also in Chinese, and you can punch your fist when you drink, okay? Let's go!" Wu Duan put his left hand in his cloak, Yourong" pocket, with a light yellow lambskin glove on his right hand, which used to be inserted under Mo Danian's right elbow.The two walked side by side, and Mo Danian refused for the inconvenience of Butuan's foreign clothes exhibition, although he was really afraid of eating foreign food. From a distance, I saw the two big fronts of Minying Restaurant: a white flag on the left painted a bloody piece of two-foot-square beef, and three large characters "Fried Beef Steak" were written horizontally below it.A red flag on the right depicts a few French drunks staggering around, holding five-star beer bottles and pouring them into their mouths.Seeing these two covers, Wu Duan gulped down his saliva with a smile on his face, just looking at the cover and chewing to relieve some "foreign greed!" With some "Western culture!" The two entered the Minying restaurant, and sure enough, the voice of "three stars, five tops" was clear and foreign, probably because the guests were drinking foreign wine.The old shopkeeper standing in front of the counter took off his cap, arched his hands and said: "Come, Sir! Come, Sir!" It's been a long time and it's not easy to check!) Come over and wipe the table, set out the knives and forks and the foreign-style soy sauce bottle.To put it simply: everything in this restaurant is Western style, and everything is also Chinese style, but it is difficult to analyze how to reconcile it.If someone wants to make a film about "Eastern and Eastern cultures and their 'eating'", this restaurant can certainly provide countless good materials. "What do you want to eat, sir?" the person setting up the stage asked in Shandong dialect.While reading the menu by Butuan, he put the rag on his shoulder, took out the snuff bottle, and sniffed twice crisply. The two ordered fried yam eggs with tomatoes, roasted mandarin fish, a small bottle of brandy, cold beef tongue, and Yangjiao Sanxian (coffee). Wu Duan played with the knife and fork beautifully and authentically, really trying to overwhelm the foreign students and keep the blue-eyed ghost away.Mo Danian swallowed a mouthful of tomatoes with his breath held, and hurriedly drank half a glass of cold water. "Old Wu," Mo Danian didn't have the courage to take a second bite of tomatoes, sipped some brandy, and asked with a smile, "Tell me, how do you know the secret?" "Purpose? Which kind?" After Wu Duan finished speaking, He called the table setter over again and ordered a dry croquette with jam. "How many more?" "Why is there no category for scientific analysis, really!" "Tell me the two important ones, I can't remember if there are too many." "Okay! Guess what? Okay, let me tell you two kinds: using secrets and reporting secrets. This is the purpose. Guess—good! Let me talk about the purpose first, and then the method." Butuan felt that he was very magnanimous, and he was willing to put his The experience is passed on to Mo Danian.Mo Da Nian listened intently like a fool. Butuan took a sip of his wine, chewed the ox's tongue, and lit another cigarette.Wine, ox tongue, and smoke all blended in the mouth into a taste that evoked revolutionary thoughts.The wine goes down the esophagus, the cow's tongue moves up and down between the teeth, and the smoke slowly comes out from the nose and eyes. Whoever does this can't but thank God for the miracle of creating man. He swallowed the cow's tongue Only then did he formally report to Mo Danian: "Providing secrets is to please friends and win the trust of the society. This is the only element for social activities and the first step to become a hero. For example: you Guess what? Zhang Tiansi, do you know Zhang Tiansi? Director of the Ministry of Finance, Director! If you want to ask about his background, you don’t need to go into details. You can guess from his name: his original name was Zhang Si, and he became an official. It was changed to Zhang Tiansi, Zhang Si, Director Zhang! Three years ago, he was still Zhang Si, because he reported a secret to Suiyuan. Guess what? At that time, he came to the Suiyuan Metropolitan Office in Beijing Clerk, Clerk Zhang! In the past three months, he reported another secret to the Chief Financial Officer, haha, shaking, Director! From Zhang Si to Zhang Tiansi to the staff to the Director, in the future, who can say For sure, maybe Marshal Zhang, Chief Zhang, President Zhang, and Niutou Zhang, because he lives in Niutou Town, Sanhe County! From Zhang Si to President Zhang, they are tied by a thread: know the secret!" Wu Duan took a breath and then After eating a piece of ox tongue, I thought to myself: If Zhang Si has the hope of having a bull's head in "people are named after places", how can he not have the possibility of being called "Wu Niu Tongue" because of "people are named after things"!He smiled, then continued, "As for using secrets, guess what? That's more useful, deeper, and more—shocking! Using a secret, to put it mildly, you can destroy a person, a school , an institution; speaking to Dali, overthrowing a cabinet and forcing away a president! Whoever has this ability is qualified to erect a bronze statue, and it is not comparable to Zhang Si and his like who are only glorified for a while; Man, big enough to drive out a president, no matter how successful he is, such an act and the ability to wield secrets, is not a natural talent, a true hero, a—you guess—” "I've been talking about it for a long time, so there are two kinds, isn't it?" Mo Danian asked: "Tell me, which one should I use? Which one are you using now, and how do you use it?" "Me? Ashamed! I use The more important thing is to provide secrets! This is much easier than using secrets! Guess what? Ouyang Tianfeng is close to using secrets, but how dare we compare his intelligence!" "Then, you see, I should practice reporting secrets first, shouldn't I? Tell me, how do I get the secret?" Mo Danian asked sincerely. "Actually, you guess—there is no definite method, just pay attention to yourself. You see, Watt invented the steam engine when he saw the kettle. He got the secret of boiling the kettle. He paid attention to everything, everywhere, and always! Drink! There are so many secrets! For example, if you drink tea in the park and see a couple walking together, follow them! There must be a secret! If you find out about their ambiguity, write it down in your little notebook, once you use it, That result will never disappoint your hard work with them! Let me tell you, you know why Sun Quan, the chairman of the student union, fell, and how did the new chairman Wu Shenmin succeed? It was because Wu Shenmin caught Sun Quan’s rape in the park! Besides, he just didn’t want anything, Isn't it fun to get some secrets to talk about! Guess—" "Then I've got to work hard on my ears and eyes first, don't I?" "Sure! Hand, eye, and body skills are the same as practicing martial arts, you have to work hard!" "Okay! Lao Wu! Thank you! I'm waiting for the meal! Tell me, what else do you eat?!" After a few days in the hospital, Zhao Ziyue discovered many miracles in himself: when he pressed the pulse gate of his left wrist with his right hand, he could feel his heart beating rhythmically without resting for a second. .The brain is even more strange, sometimes after a wave of black tide passes, an ink painting of Shan Gaoyuexiao actually appears.This kind of state appeared in his mind, which made him suspect that there was some improper effect in the foreign medicine given to him by the hospital; at least the effect of that medicine was different from that of shochu;Hospital meals are good!Equipment, thoughtful!But he is lonely, bored, and troubled!My heart is empty, as if something important is missing, as depressed as a fifty-year-old widow losing her pearl-like son!Life is just an overflowing and uncertain tide, without any whereabouts, if the brain is not stimulated by shochu!He began to understand the relationship between life and soju!Not only life, but the development of world culture is just a by-product in the bottle!The beating of the atrium and the thoughts in the brain are all because of the absence of shochu, so they dare to act like this and disturb the peace like this!He hated this cranky mind, he ordered his mind not to think anymore, fail!It turned out that a brain not soaked in soju is a natural thing to think about. He stomped his feet anxiously. He had no choice but to realize it out of boredom: why are dead people's brains put in alcohol bottles in hospitals?Because you don’t need to soak in wine, you won’t have peace after death, you still have to think!He would rather die immediately and put his brain in an alcohol bottle than suffer like this!He sighed a long time, intending to touch the pillar and die; but he rubbed his head, reluctant! "Patience! Patience! Let's talk after we get out of the hospital! Patience! Hope!" "Li Jingchun's words are right. I should find something to do." He suddenly remembered. As for how he remembered it, and how he only thought about doing things and forgot what Li Jingchun told him about reading and farming. Not only did others not know, Zhao Zi said I also wondered, as if a shooting star flew across the sky, I don't know where it fell from, and I don't know where it fell to; fortunately, this flash in the sky is an indelible fact. "What are you looking for? To be a teacher? To run a business? To be an official? ——Yes! To be an official!" He grinned, and some spittle spattered from his mouth, like a flower spitting out the pistils to flick the dewdrops down. It seems to come. "Not to mention, it's interesting to be able to think! I think of being an official! Haha!" His smile reminded him: when he was seven years old, he bought a little yellow bird with his own snack money outside the door: I will automatically buy a little yellow bird, and when I am almost twenty-six years old, I automatically think that I should be an official. Zhao Zi said, if it is not a saint—is it a dog?" "Why didn't Ouyang Tianfeng come?" The little yellow bird in his mind flew into the deepest part of his memory again, Ouyang Tianfeng's warm pink face and his own smiling face seemed to be separated by a layer The two flowers of the glass shade each other. "He? He is running vigorously, for sure! Don't be exhausted!" He looked out of the window: the old tree outside the window stood there quietly and kindly: "There is no wind! Thank God! His The face can't stand the blowing of the wind! Haha!" With a smile, he reproduced the scene of beating the principal that day like a movie changing in front of his eyes: "The principal is tied to the post like a fat sheep in front of a butcher's door. You punch me and I kick it. Three generations of ancestors He pointed at his face and scolded. Yes, Nie Guoding even spat at the headmaster. The old servant’s ear was cut off bloody, and he nailed it to the door frame..." He felt that it was not suitable for a while, and he felt like a big criminal in his heart. At that moment, recalling the deeds of my life, I couldn’t tell whether it was sour or sweet, whether it was crying or laughing: "The old principal is also very poor! Anyway, I didn’t beat him, I just tied him with a rope. Hit me! Does he hate me? I tied him up behind his back, of course I didn’t see me! ——But, even if he saw me, how dare he do anything to Zhao Ziyue? How dare he fire me? How dare he fire me? ! With our influence in the academic world, with our strength, he will dare, unless he wants to expose his unhealed wound!" Thinking of this, the uneasiness in his heart calmed down again.He felt that his own power lay in it, saying that he was lonely but rich enough, what could a little principal, the son of a cloth peddler, do! "Even if he hit him by mistake, he was wrong; who told him not to be a warlord but a principal! It is right for a warlord to do something wrong. Anyway, I will not provoke them to take guns; He should be beaten, anyway, he will be fine after beating him!" The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, it was logical for him to beat the principal and not dare to provoke the warlord.This logical theory reminded him of his own power and responsibility: "Our old Zhao is in the hospital, who will be the chairman of the classmate's meeting now? Is there a second person who will be the chairman besides us?" Just kidding, he will be the chairman at every turn! Even if there is a meeting, he must let us veterans go one step further! Power, prestige, talent, don’t talk nonsense! We don’t make troubles at all, why don’t we become the chairman!” When he thought about it this way, he began to feel that his body needed to take care of rest, not for himself, but for the school, the society, the country, or the world!His body was hot and steam was coming out, and his body could not help flying up with the heat, until he flew to the highest peak of the Himalayas.Standing there, only he can see the world clearly, and only he has the ability to clean up this ruined world.The scars on my body (fortunately, I was beaten by a warlord) I feel some pain, so ask the nurse for some brandy! He was moving his mind from a little yellow bird to the Himalayas when Mo Danian suddenly walked in with a smile on his face.Zhao Ziyue hurriedly put the miraculous idea he discovered just now into that glass ball-like brain, and said to Mo Danian: "Old Mo, you brought me oranges yesterday, why don't you come in and see your big brother, ah ?” "There's no secret to report, why come here!" Mo Danian said stupidly but with a delicate look. "So of course there is a secret today?" "of course!" "Look, Lao Mo Xue's nose is a nose, and his mouth is a mouth. Come! Listen to your secret!" "You were dismissed, Old Zhao! I'm sure I was the first to tell you, wasn't I?" Mo Danian said triumphantly. "Are you telling a joke, or is it true?" Zhao Ziyue smiled a little unnaturally. "Really! There are seventeen in total, and you are the first one! Don't tell me nothing! Your fellow villager Zhou Shaolian is also included!" Zhao Ziyue's face changed color, and he was speechless for a long time. "Really!" Mo Danian repeated, hoping that Zhao Ziyue would praise him for getting the news so quickly. "Old Mo, you're an idiot!" Zhao Ziyue smiled in a very ugly way, only in the form of laughter but without the taste of laughter. "Don't you understand that you should not report bad news about patients? Besides," his smile has completely disappeared, and his voice has risen a little: "With that unbeatable headmaster, what, dare to expel Zhao Ziyue, Zhao Tieniu, what a joke !" Mo Danian's joy was like an egg hitting a rock, and with a slap, it was over!He stared blankly at Zhao Ziyue, the heat on his face increased every second, and his white eyes were red from burning.Suddenly without saying a word, he turned around and walked out. "Old Mo, don't go!" Zhao Ziyue followed Mo Danian to look out, and through the crack of the door opened by Mo Danian, he saw a person walking far away: with a bent waist and small steps, as if Li Jingchun. "What's he doing again?" "Ah?" Mo Danian looked back at Zhao Zi and said. "It's nothing, Lao Mo!" "Goodbye, Old Zhao!"