Chapter 4 heard the story

Song Bogong is a lovely person.His loveliness is due to two interrelated points: he is eager to make friends and sacrifices himself to others; he handles everything entrusted to him by his friends as his own; he is never afraid of being burdened.Because of this, his experience is richer than the average person's, and he has many stories to listen to.Everyone loves his loyalty and loves his story.Whether you ask him for help or chat with him, he is always satisfying. I have heard people pay attention to the cherry blossoms in Qingdao for a long time; since I have the opportunity to see them this year, it would be too awkward for me not to go; Not very enthusiastic.As soon as the sun gave the young leaves a layer of green and silver light, I set off and walked towards the park, thinking in my heart: Go early, so as not to divert my energy from looking at flowers to looking at people.This idea is really good, the tea table for the fruit stand under the tree has not been set up yet, except for a few scavengers who are there to clean up the bagasse, orange peel and all the bits and pieces left by yesterday's tourists , just me.I walked back and forth on the cherry blossom road, watching the cherry blossoms from afar and near.

There is nothing special about cherry blossoms. They are not as gorgeous as peach blossoms, as exquisite as crabapple blossoms, and as pure as pear blossoms. They have no fragrance at all.Its advantage lies in its "fullness": each clump has more than ten flowers, and each branch has many clumps; plus one plant next to the other, it looks like clusters of white snow, slightly dyed by the reflection of the morning sun on the snow. Light pink.When there is a breeze, the cherry tree does not move as lightly as the crabapple, but the whole cluster of snow sways; looking through the pine wall, you can't see the tree body, but only a sea of ​​snow moving lightly, which is not bad.If there is a need to make a judgment, I can only say that the benefit of cherry blossoms is that it makes people happy. It is numerous, white, and bright, and it makes people feel that spring has suddenly gone crazy. Can't give it more than sixty.

Anyway, I have seen cherry blossoms.It's not wrong, but I don't want to look at it anymore, so I walked back from the flower path with this feeling, and the sun shot at my back.When I reached the end of Plum Blossom Road, I wondered if there was something wrong with my eyes: it was Song Bogong who was coming towards me!This busy person will have time to see the cherry blossoms! It's not who he is, he said "hey" from afar, and kept "hey" until he held my hand.His face was facing the sun, which was as bright as spring. "Hey, hey," he couldn't think of what to say, so he just added these two times for the convenience of his tongue.

"Are you coming to see the flowers too?" I asked with a smile. "But, I'll come to see the flowers too!" He let go of my hand. "Forget it, come home with me and play with your tongue, okay?" I am willing to listen to his nonsense, so no matter how eager he is to watch flowers. "I have to take a look, I came all the way; take a look, I will go home with you, I have time; today our leader is going to Laoshan, and I have a day off for myself." His eyes turned to the side of the cherry blossoms Looking around, it means that you have to go and have a look.I had to go with him again.His way of seeing flowers is very different from mine.In his eyes, each tree is like a person, with history, personality, and a name: "Look at that 'little crooked neck', which has grown up this year; hey! Look at this 'old lady', Actually put in a lot of effort; last year, last year, she only bloomed, huh, there are about twenty flowers! Hey!" He stood in front of a tall and slender cherry tree: "'Little Flagpole', this can't work, just go Drill in the clouds, don’t let the branches go! No, I won’t look at the electric poles, I’ll tell you!” Then he turned to me: “Last year, it was so thin and tall, but it’s still like this this year, there’s no way!”

"Are they all your friends?" I smiled. Uncle Song also smiled: "Hmph, I know when the patch over there was planted, and which one was replanted." take a look!He watched it for more than one o'clock!I don't understand how he could be so interested in these trees.Even the white ash smeared on the tree trunk, he had to touch it, and he had something to say.It is true that everything he talked about was amusing; but since I am not so enthusiastic about the trees themselves, his words did not reach my heart.I wish he had said something else.I also saw that if I didn't pull him away, he could turn me into a tree and listen to him for three days without saying a word.

I dragged him home.I promised to buy him food and drinks; he accepted my bribe.He forgot Sakura, but I can't think of anything to say.After talking nonsense for a long time, I mentioned Meng Zhichen.He immediately took it: "Speaking of Meng Zhichen, how did you see him that day?" I don't know Mr. Meng very well—or should I say Secretary-General Meng—I met him a few days ago, and he was introduced by Song Bogong.I don't want to see Mr. Meng, but I must see Secretary-General Meng; I have something that the Secretary-General would not do. "I saw him," I said, "just as you told me: a square head; teeth and eyes always ready to laugh lest it's too late; I can’t remember, I can only laugh with you.” “Isn’t it?” Uncle Song was a little proud of his ability to describe people. "But what did he say about that?"

"He, he can't help it." "What? I can't help it? This kid is going to be promoted again!" Uncle Song bit his lip, as if he was thinking of something. "If there is no other way, you will be promoted again?" I was a little surprised. "Look, what am I thinking here?" I didn't dare to ask any more pressing questions, he was going to finish a thing if he wanted to say it, so I had to wait patiently for him to think.Although my astonishment made me want to ask him many questions immediately, I didn't dare to open my mouth; "How can he be the Secretary-General with his air?" I swallowed the first sentence that came to my mouth.

I patiently waited for him, as if I longed for the black clouds to split a little while sheltering from the rain.Soon—although it seemed to me like a long time—a little smile came into his eyeballs, and I knew he was ready. "Humph!" he said, "enough to write a novel!" "Tell me, I'll treat you to a movie this afternoon!" "It's worth watching the movie three times, really!" Song Bogong knew the value of all his stories: "You know, Secretary-General Meng is my classmate in college? No nonsense! The same department, the same class, a real classmate. At that time, he He is an important person: the president of the student union, all kinds of representatives, he is all."

"Is this guy good at something?" I asked. "Twice? Not even half!" "because--" "Because he didn't even have a chance, so everyone has to lift him. Understand?" "Everyone is fighting for the chairman," I guessed, "so let him do it, right?" Song Bogong nodded: "Mr. Meng's ability is that there is nothing he can do about it, so he has no ideas or opinions. It's better to be the president or a Bodhisattva." Reading smart, I thought. "Study? Haha! He and I are both in the English department. Mr. Meng didn't know who Shakespeare was until he graduated. But he graduated, because no matter the director, professor, or lecturer, everyone felt that he should, should, let him graduate. They feel sorry for not allowing him to graduate. In four years, Lao Meng never asked questions in the lecture hall. Even if the teacher is a donkey, he would stare blankly at the book and not make a sound. Of course the teacher would not ask him. ;Even if you ask him occasionally, he will show his teeth, close his eyes, and smile like that. This is the number one student in Tianzi, and of course he has to graduate. Once he is allowed to graduate, everyone has to help him with his papers , so his test paper is very good, because it was made by the teachers. Of course, there are still mistakes in the test paper. It is not that the teachers did not do well, but was copied by Lao Meng; It can be used universally, so it is not surprising for him to write the name as mane. After subtracting the points that should be deducted for these mistakes, he actually got an average score of 85 points, a Bachelor of Arts. Let's have a bowl of tea...

"After graduation, all my classmates found jobs one after another. In the past few years, it was not as difficult for college graduates to find a job as it is now. Lao Meng is fine. A few classmates who are enthusiastic about education set up a middle school. At that time, running a middle school could make a fortune. They heard that Lao Meng was fine, and they really wanted to pull him out, although they must know that he was not good; the classmates were classmates after all, and no one wanted to watch him idle. They made an appointment with him. What do you want him to do? But? Teaching, he can't teach; discipline, he can't control the students; sports, he can't, he's good at being the principal. So he became the principal. He didn't know why everyone asked him to be the principal, but he was not proud , he was born with the guise of a mantou—the big mantou standing at the door of the mantou shop, big, decent, made of wood, with a little white paint on it.

"No, no, no, the students saw that the principal was too useless, but he was neither proud nor assertive, so he kicked him out abruptly, which seemed embarrassing. So everyone moved him to be the principal of a government middle school. This steamed bun smiled and moved. At this time, he was married, and his wife was settled since childhood. Her family is very rich, and two of her brothers are studying abroad in the West. She is not Knows a lot of words, so she thinks highly of her husband. Not long after marriage, he couldn't sit in the principal's chair; When I came back, I became the secretary of the Ministry of Education. Lao Meng had no idea, but he was not in a hurry: he panicked the director of the Education Bureau—it was not called the Education Bureau at that time; Meng’s job is like starting a fire with the secretary of the Ministry of Education; if you don’t dismiss him, the matter will not go on. The director wants to find a good way, so go ask the secretary of the Ministry for instructions. The secretary has just returned from a foreign country, and he hasn’t completely forgotten Xiyang,’ said the director. Let’s do it. However, it’s good to send him to study education.” The director bowed and retreated; within a few days, Lao Meng changed his suit, from steamed buns to bread. Before leaving, his brother-in-law told him: No need It’s a good way to investigate education and study for two years with peace of mind. I can give you official fees. Let’s have a bowl of hot... "I have nothing to say for two years. I drove Lao Meng back to China. My doctor's brother-in-law is already the president of the university. The president placed him in the history department, professor. Professor Meng was still not proud, and told the head of the department honestly: Oriental History, he Not familiar with him; Western history, he knows a little; Chinese history, he has never studied. The head of the department gave him the two easiest homework, but Lao Meng still couldn’t teach him. At the end of the school year, the head of the department should be re-elected—at that time The dean of the school is elected by the professors - after everyone discussed it, since the principal's brother-in-law can't teach any homework, it is better to be the dean; the dean only needs to teach one homework. Lao Meng is not proud of being the dean of the department , but I really like that I can teach one less homework, and said to everyone with a smile: I just have to teach less homework. It seems that he has no other problems, and he is the most suitable to be the director. Once I went to his house for dinner, Mrs. Meng pointed to her face and said to him: "My brother also slipped through school, and you slipped through school too. Why can't my brother be the principal and you can't?" Lao Meng lowered his head and smiled to himself: "Huh, I'm suitable to be the director!' I almost died, I didn't dare to laugh." Later, his brother-in-law, the headmaster, was promoted to a minister, and he became the director of the translation bureau.Let him be the director, he can't read official affairs; let him be the secretary, he can't write; let him be the editorial member, he can't edit or translate, and the position is too low.He was born to be the director of the bureau, neither editing nor translating, and not having to work every day. 'Hmph, I'm just right to be the director! 'This guy seems very self-aware.However, we are good friends. I can't say that I admire him, nor can I say that I hate him.He was almost an inspiration, a philosophy personified.Whenever he gets promoted, or when I myself fail in my career, I make it a point to talk to him.He makes me feel indifferent to success or failure, and makes me calm.From him, I understood our era—an era in which nothing can be done.A person does not need to worry about his times, nor about himself. He just needs to be naive and helpless, and he will naturally float on the waves, and believe: "Humph, it is most suitable for me to float." 'This is not my philosophy of life, but Lao Meng sees such a point of truth, which makes me not worry when I encounter failure.Another bowl of tea! " He was drinking tea, and I asked, "Is this person not evil?" "No, being evil requires some cleverness; the tea is good, the more it is stewed, the more fragrant it will be!" Uncle Song looked at the tea bowl in his hand. "In this day and age, anyone who wants to be successful must destroy it; the current economic system is a system where big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp. If you destroy it, you will succeed; if you don't see it, you can stand it. Three shakes two There is no insurance. When I say Lao Meng is an inspiration, what I mean is that he has a genius, or an intuition. It's been a long time. Knowing him is the way to protect oneself. He has no plan, no aspirations, he just thinks it is suitable, and no one can cure him. Those who succeed will fail again; Lao Meng only succeeds, and he can only be cured by doing nothing." "But he has a good brother-in-law?" I asked. "Exactly; but you have such a brother-in-law, or I have such a brother-in-law, and it's still a failure. You and I don't think everything is right. Not too proud, but too low; not trying to show off, If you want to hide a trick on purpose, something will go wrong. Lao Meng is naturally as confused as a camel, but he is so big and strong, he can walk slowly in the desert for a week without making a sound! He won't go If he finds a gap, the society will naturally prepare a gap for him, otherwise he is always ready to laugh. He thinks it is suitable. You see, now he is the secretary-general; He must be capable, and he does not want to use a capable secretary-general; Lao Meng is just right. He meets guests, he acts as a representative, he has no opinion, he has nothing to reveal, he always smiles, he has a square head, and all kinds of things. He is suitable for everything. No one thinks highly of him, so no one hates him; no one dares to disrespect him, because he is suitable for everything, and the more he does, the higher his status. Knowledge, aspirations, genius, and character are all enough Lao Meng does not limit the development of his personal career. If you want to gain everything, you must first lose everything. This is Lao Meng. This person’s future is limitless. I think the future president is prepared for him. Believe it or not!" "He doesn't even have a temper?" "No, I just followed nature. You see, when I went to him that day, Mrs. Meng was arguing with him again. As soon as I walked in, he greeted me with a smile: 'Hmph, you came just in time, and your wife is not too worried. It exploded." Not at all emotional. I asked him out to take a bath and drink! His little coat, let alone how black it is, is as worn out as a floor mop. "Hmph, doesn't the wife make new ones for you? This is just a statement, and there is no dissatisfaction. I asked him to take a bath and eat, and he felt good: "This bathhouse is so comfortable! This meal is so delicious!" He couldn't think of giving money , he felt that it was appropriate to be invited. He couldn't think of getting extra money, but his wife accepted the "gift" for him, and he was also very happy: "It would be nice to add two dollars!" The psychology of the times—the gift is given to the wife, and then the master speaks for the gift. He uses his own stupidity to open a way for other people's wisdom. He thinks it is suitable, and others also think it is suitable. He seems to be a mystical poet, silently Grasp the consistent truth under various phenomena. He grasped—although he didn’t know it himself—the highest life ideal of the Chinese people since ancient times.” "Shall I have a drink first?" I asked him. He didn't seem to hear. "Isn't this like a novel?" "It's not like, the protagonist doesn't have a strong character!" I pretended to know literature. "Maybe the afternoon movie will be played?" He smiled. "It's good to see the cherry blossoms again." "Please watch the movie," I poured him a glass of wine. "How old is Mr. Meng?" "It's a few years older than me—think about it—about forty-eight or nineteen. What's the matter? Ugh, I see, you're afraid he's not old enough to be president? In a few years, in my fifties, it's just right!"