Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve Weeping Willow

When I was young, it grew in a place called weeping willow.That is where Beijing's heavy industries are concentrated: Hoisting Machinery Factory, General Machinery Factory, Guanghua Wood Factory, Internal Combustion Engine Factory, Gear Factory, Roller Factory, Beijing Automobile Factory, Machine Tool Factory, People's Machinery Factory, Chemical Machinery Factory, Second Chemical Factory, a One by one, concentrated in this place, shrouded in black smoke all day long.When the country was first founded, this place was absolutely barren.I have an up-to-date large map of Beiping released in 1949, on which there is no indication of the weeping willows outside Guangqumen.The decision-makers at that time could not imagine the Internet, genome or AIDS that would exist in the near future. Based on the expansion rate of the capital city from Nanjing, Jinzhongdu, Yuandadu to Beiping in the Republic of China for more than a thousand years, they believed that before Beijing became a desert , weeping willow will belong to the barren land, so all heavy industries are moved here for centralized management.Less than fifty years later, Beijing has become a big city with teeth and claws.Opened an Asian Games, an East Third Ring Road runs from north to south through Dabeiyao, Tonghui Canal and Weeping Willow, provoking a so-called central business district.Office buildings, restaurants, bars, and pornography are concentrated here.At noon, the so-called white-collar workers filed out of the office building and quickly occupied all the inferior home-cooked restaurants in every corner of the office building. When the men were eating, they threw their ties behind their backs to avoid oil stars. After the woman finished eating, she fumbled to touch up her makeup in the small mirror in the lipstick box.Every time when the Public Security Bureau needs to complete the quota and crack down on pornography and illegal activities, the pheasants, prostitutes, and local ducks who are nicknamed "Miss" and "Master" offer cash in purses, and return to their hometown with a smile. All the bank savings banks on the East Third Ring Road The position was tight for a while, and boxes and boxes of cash were transferred from other armed armored trucks one after another.Weeping Willow's heavy industry factories suddenly discovered that their most valuable asset was the land under their factory buildings.

It was a long time later that I realized that the place name Weeping Willow is full of poetry, like "Dianjiang Lips" and "Zuihuayin".After writing an article, sign it with "A certain year and a certain month in the weeping willows, and the finale will be completed", which is very charming.But there are not many poplars in that place, and there are not many willows either.Every spring Arbor Day in my primary school, students are forced to dig holes and plant trees in front of the school.We chased and played in front of the school, and practiced Shaolin Kung Fu against the trees. None of those trees survived, so we dug holes and planted them again the next year.Some poplar trees have a whole body of insects called Yang lazi, which are red and swollen marks on the skin.Therefore, these few poplar trees run rampant in the village like bullies, and no one dares to get close to the place.In summer, the poplar trees are covered with "cicadas". As soon as the sun falls, they will shout "Futian" by their necks, as if no one knows it.Some willow trees, without any water to rely on, are embarrassing in a shady place, with withered and yellow leaves and messy branches, like a aunt who has not woken up with unkempt hair.There are many elms and locust trees among the buildings, and the trees are full of green fleshy insects called "hanged ghosts".Long green silks are pulled out from the branches and leaves, densely packed like a curtain, and under each green silk, there is a green meat "hanging ghost".Countless hawkers set up stalls on the street, arguing with aunts and aunts about the price, and there is a shortfall on the scale.Their hair and branches are messy, and there is uniform and thick black mud between their nails all the year round. When there is no business, the sun shines down, and they stare at the breasts and thighs of the girls passing by unscrupulously, shaking the one-foot-long watermelon knife in their hands, I fantasized that maybe one day I could become a bully, running amok in the countryside and looking down upon the place. "May 1st", "11th", Asian Games and other sports are coming, they are considered to be a hindrance to the city, and they all rush to the buildings to hang out with the "hanging ghosts".In short, there is no poetry in that place itself, and it will never remind people of "the past is gone, Yangliu Yiyi", and it will never remind people that if there is a girl who is as Yiyi as a willow, you can reach out to wrap her waist like a willow.

My mother is famous in this place called Weeping Willow.She is familiar with all the functional departments within a five-mile radius, those who sell butchers, vegetables, tax collectors, post office, sanitation, street sweepers, police stations, and health stations all call her "Mom".She can calm down everything within a five mile radius. When I go home on weekends, there is often a roomful of people, all of whom are godsons and daughters of my mother. I have to call a dozen brothers and sisters.Once, my mother came back from work, called "hot", opened the refrigerator, bit off the bottle cap, and blew a whole bottle of Yanjing Beer into her belly in one breath.At that time, one of my classmates witnessed the whole process and made a historic comment on the existence of my mother: "If my mother raises her arms and shouts, the weeping willow will become independent."

I was the only student in this place, and my books swelled to the roof of my dilapidated house.Hearing that "Cicada" is called "Futian", and there are countless peddlers and "hanged ghosts" outside the window, I read "Xiaoyaoyou" and "Biography of Rangers" under the window, calm and calm, like crazy.My mother said that I should receive a double education, one education comes from books, and the other comes from the rivers and lakes outside the window.Gambling leads to thieves, and adultery leads to appointments; Jiang Qi, who drives a taxi, picks up the Tesuji of Xue Si who sells pancakes with a watermelon knife, and old man Wang on the 27th floor climbs into his daughter-in-law's bed on a dark and stormy night. ; Before my mother settles down various things, she always tells me the whole story and the logic of each party involved, and pushes the pros and cons of various solutions.My mother and I took the horse tie that my father nailed, and sat in the open space at the door, the moon above our heads was very bright, and the "hanging ghost" shone with green light as the silk thread fell.I recalled all kinds of discussions in the Imperial Palace: The Xiongnu came from the north with bloody light, did they detain the wives and children of Li Guang and let them lead the men of the whole country to resist, or did they choose Wang Zhaojun? Given as the imperial sister, Lan Tang washed her lower body with incense, wrapped it in silk, and gave it to the Xiongnu to wipe out the blood.All kinds of connections pass through time and space, and through "I note the six classics, and the six classics note me", they appear one by one in my mind, which makes me shudder.Many years later, when I was studying for an MBA in the United States, a smile inevitably flashed across my face when I unfolded one Harvard case after another. Everything in the case was so familiar and childish.I have in my blood the superb skills that my mother made for me, and there are three thousand volumes of scriptures and rivers and lakes.

Since I was the only scholar around, I was put to all sorts of strange uses from a young age.When I was three years old, taxi Jiang Qi got married.Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang hoped that Jiang Qi would have a son with a melancholy expression and a love of reading like me, so they begged my mother to let me sleep in their bed when Jiang Qi consummated his room.Because of the long time, my memory of this incident is fragmented and fuzzy.The quilt was big and thick, Jiang Qi smelled of alcohol, and fell asleep; Jiang Qi's woman smelled like sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus, and tried hard to wake Jiang Qi up, as if he had forgotten something he hadn't finished, but Jiang Qi's snoring sounded like Lei: That woman has slender and soft fingers, and her fingers have passed over my body for a long time, cold and wet, like a snail crawling slowly with mucus.Grandma Jiang is very old. When it was very hot in summer, she took a cattail fan and put a mat on it, and sat in the yard. She never wore a bra, and her breasts fell down to the waistband of her trousers.Grandma Jiang said that very young girls and very old women should not wear bras, otherwise it will affect their development or be self-indulgent.When Grandma Jiang saw me, she would say: "Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu will become a great official." Grandpa Jiang thought more comprehensively. He often listened to books when he was a child. It’s not a fart with a pen holder.” Grandpa Jiang died before this world became too strange, and I was invited to get a pen holder and write elegiac couplets. My Xingkai writing is skinny and upright, resembling Dong Qichang.Afterwards, every year on Grandpa Jiang’s death day, at night, Grandma Jiang would go to the street to find a messy willow tree, scold Jiang Qi for being unfilial, and at the same time burn the ghost money I drew for Grandpa Jiang.I used a brush to write a one on the yellow rice paper, then drew a series of zeros, and finally marked "issued by the Bank of Hades" with Lingfei scriptures.Grandma Jiang said that the Ming money I painted would have blue flames when it was burned, and when it was burned out, the north wind would blow, indicating that it was real money, and Grandpa Jiang would have nothing to worry about eating and drinking next year.

In that important summer of my life, I cycled from south to north every day, across half of Beijing city, to visit my first love.Her house has a huge Soviet-style wooden bed, and the frame of the bed is painted with the words "The sea sails by the helmsman, and all things grow by the sun." We hugged for a long time in front of this bed, but we didn't have the slightest desire to make waves.I deeply appreciate the barriers in our communication, and I am tired of that huge wooden bed.I said, do you want to go to my house?Look at my shabby little house.There are no giant wooden beds where we can hug each other carefully and continue our heart-to-heart conversation.

I chose a day when no one at home was there.My mother shipped a batch of preserved fruits from Beijing to Hunan. Before leaving, she told me a wise saying, which I still regard as the first law of business: "Buy cheap and sell expensive, and you can make money." Dad went to Hainan Island for a test drive. Need to carry out 100,000 kilometers fatigue test to a kind of military jeep.My brother is leading a tour group, and the tour guides will have a room in the hotel, and they may not come back at night.My sister is already in the United States, and she is probably busy attending various dance parties, pretending to be an oriental beauty.

That day, it was raining lightly, and I was waiting for the arrival of my first love at the weeping willow station of the No. 28 bus.Wang Wu's watermelon stall was right next to the station, and he asked me when my mother would come back from Hunan.I said it was fast, and then praised his watermelon knife so fast that it could be used as a murder weapon.He said of course.He praised me for my good handwriting, which was extra large; he asked me to help him rewrite the price of watermelon with chalk on a broken blackboard: 35 cents for more than five catties, and 30 cents for less than five catties, to keep it ripe and sweet.I said that no matter how big the writing is, it is useless. If you want to get money quickly, you can rob money in the street.He said stop talking nonsense, the girl you were waiting for is here.I asked him how he knew.He said he has better eyes than mine.I said you don't know her either.He said no need to know, the girl over there is not from here, she is different from the people here, she looks a lot like me, she is pouted about everything, she seems to have lost her wallet, and is quite depressed.

I looked up and saw my first love walking towards me.She was wearing a pink jacket, a white skirt, and black cloth shoes. Her hair was loose, and the black hair band that had been untied was loosely wrapped around her left wrist.When I saw her, an invisible small hand struck my heart, and ordered in a firm voice: "Sigh." I sighed, and the willows around me began to sway, and the rain and snow began to fall. I stretched out my hand, and she The waist is as slender and soft as a willow. The fact that I invited my first love to my house in Weeping Willow has a lot of meaning.I have never invited anyone to my room, never had anyone tampered with anything in the room.If a girl I don't feel right asks me to choose between taking off my pants or leading her to my room, I don't hesitate to take off my pants and show her my definitely not a huge dick in front of her, and I won't open my door.

My room is a cup, and the books in the room and the rivers and lakes outside the window are the carvings of the cup.My first love is a stone, sitting in my chair, sitting in my cup.The light rain is not stopping, my eyes are water, the smell of new and old books is water, the hawker’s cries outside the window are water, the lights in the house are water, the sky outside the house is water, my arms are water, my first love is soaked In my cup, soaked in my water.She was silent, cold and lonely and wild at heart, waiting to melt, melt, melt, like a diamond cold and lonely and wild at heart, waiting to burn like an ordinary piece of charcoal.How many years does this take?I think my water has no temperature, my arms are not warm enough.

"Do you want to drink some wine? It is said that wine can mess with sex." I suggested. "it is good." "What to drink?" "Anything. No wine. Wine is either sweet or sour. I don't like wine sweet or sour." "I just finished a bottle of Red Label vodka. But I still have Erguotou. I always have Erguotou." I later found out that I fell into a rut very early on: from my first love, all the girls who were close to me were The drinking capacity is amazing and the dancing skills are superb.Only after half a catty of Erguotou did he start to be in high spirits and speak elegantly; when he danced, he was so fascinated that people would not pay for his life. "Okay, Erguotou." I found two drinking glasses, poured half a glass each, and handed her a glass. When I was about to finish the other glass, her arm held the glass and reached into my arm, and returned to drink with me. up. "Is this how you drink wine when you hand in a glass?" she asked me. "Sit next to me, okay?" I asked her. "it is good." "Actually, you are not thin, and you don't feel small when you hold it." "I have given many people many illusions. In fact, the me you think and the real me may be different, and it is also an illusion." She was in my arms, and I looked at her from a very close distance. Her skin was very white, revealing the green veins underneath.Her neckline was half open, revealing her bra and green breasts underneath. "Your shoulders are strong." "I took off my clothes once, and an aunt saw it and screamed, saying that there were two bulging pieces of meat on my back." "It turns out that my aunt can become a pervert if she sees you." "Nonsense. You are a medical student. Do you know where women age the slowest?" "Shoulder?" "Shoulder." I filled two more glasses with half a glass of wine, and she raised the glasses, touched mine, put her arm inside mine again, and drank the wine with her head tilted back. "Tell me a little more about you," I said. "for example?" "Do you have itchy flesh?" My palms slid across her body, like water rushing over stones, her body undulating, twisting and extending; her hair is fine and soft, and smells good. "Have." "Where?" "Find it yourself." She is in my arms like a piano.Although I am tone deaf and do not know staff, my fingers are long and slender. The distance between the little finger and the thumb is more than 30 cm, which is good material for playing the piano.My fingers fell and bounced, and searched according to her request, like running water searching for the crevices of rocks. "I found it. You're laughing." "Until now, you're the only one who knows about this place." "It's an important secret." "unimportant." "The position of your itchy flesh is very unusual. And it's asymmetrical, with one side and the other side not." "By the way, I have something for you. I wanted to give it to you a few months ago during the festival." She opened her schoolbag and took out a small blue leather box.I opened the leather box, and inside was a small heart woven with red silk strips. "Also, this card is also for you. I wanted to give it to you a few months ago during the festival. In fact, I had this card a long time ago, many years ago." It was a slender card with a gold background, and four folding fans were drawn on the front and back. The fans were autumn chrysanthemums, spring grass, summer night, and winter snow.I opened the card, and the words inside were as follows: "As early as a few years ago, there was an impulse: On such a day, on such a card, write my language of the four seasons. But now, there is no way to start writing when I pick up a pen. I only hope that our hearts will always be pure, and that we still cherish it. Give me time so I can be your girl. February fourteenth. " "It's the four seasons," she said. "No, the painting on it is the cycle of the four seasons." I said, suddenly I didn't want to talk. She grabbed the wine bottle and poured the rest into two separate glasses. "Stop talking. Drink." Without waiting for me, I drank my own wine.I don't move. "Do you want to hear me sing? I drink too much and want to sing." I said of course.Then she sang an English song called "Feeling", and she changed the lyrics, one of which was: "It feels like I never met you, my boy; It feels like I never had you." I suddenly felt wrong, in my cup, she seemed to be turned into water, and I seemed to be turned into a stone waiting to be melted, and the stone seemed to be melted without waiting. "I'm hungry." I said out loud. "Let's do a little ourselves." "It's not good that there is no one at home. Although I can hug you carefully, there is no food to eat." "I can do it." "Can you make braised pig's head?" "meeting." So we went downstairs.The light rain was still falling, and Xue Si's dishes were very fresh. I remembered "Ye Yu cuts spring leeks", but I still didn't buy pig's head in the end.I feel like this messy market is my garden, full of curious eyes looking at me and my first love.My first love picked up a few long eggplants and a few bitter gourds from Xue Si's stall, and said they could be finely shredded and fried.Xue Si said, take a few more, but no money is allowed.My first love glanced at Xue Si and at me, thinking that I was a street fighter who was hiding from her deeply.I quickly explained to her that Xue Si has fallen in love with her, so don't be too affectionate; Xue Si likes the type with big breasts and big butts; Xue Si pretends not to want money, just to save face for his mother.Xue Si smirked and agreed.I said that the money must be given, otherwise I would not let him enter my house to play mahjong again. Then the rain stopped and it was late.I said to take her home, but she said not to take the car, just walk.We walked on the East Third Ring Road, passing the Hoisting Machinery Factory, General Machinery Factory, Guanghua Timber Factory, Internal Combustion Engine Factory, Gear Factory, Roller Factory, Beijing Automobile Factory, Machine Tool Factory, People's Machinery Factory, Chemical Machinery Factory, and Second Chemical Factory , I can still smell the smell of ammonia from the No. 2 Chemical Plant, but half a catty of Erguotou is burning in my body, and I feel that this night is extraordinarily romantic.With the strength of wine, my mana is boundless.I let a shooting star fall down from the clear night sky. I stopped and told my first love to make a wish quickly.I put my palms together, look at the nose with the eyes, look at the mouth with the nose, and ask the heart with the mouth, with a clear conscience.She said you are not allowed to play tricks, the night is already too deep.I said I made a wish, do you want to know.She said no.If I say I don’t want to, I have to tell you, otherwise you will blame me for bullying you in the future; I will use all my amorous feelings to make you feel uneasy when you are not with me in the future.She didn't say a word, and I said a lot of rambling words through drinking, one of which was very vulgar, I said: "I don't want the stars in the sky, I want happiness in the world."