Chapter 49 forty nine

After talking nonsense for more than half an hour, the train arrived at the station.The sky in Chengdu is always gloomy, and the North Railway Station is still noisy and chaotic. The exits are crowded with people, like ants after a flood, biting and pulling each other, crawling into this dangerous city with their legs and hands broken. Dig a hole in every alley and every house, dig the soil, and then jump in and bury yourself deeply, never to be reborn. I insisted on sending the two girls home, but they said you’re welcome. I put on a straight face and explained to them the dangers of society: "There are bad people everywhere, how can I rest assured that you will go home by yourself?" Then I criticized their mistakes: " How much negative impact do you have on society when you grow up like this? Tens of thousands of perverts are watching. As a responsible citizen, how can I watch the crime rate rise and remain indifferent?" They all laughed and said You are the most like a pervert, and you still talk about others.

Girls these days like bad men, as long as they talk smart and have a shameless revolutionary spirit, ordinary housewives can be captured alive.Another important point is that you should not speak too well of yourself, people have rebellious psychology, the more you say you are a bad guy, the more she will pay attention to your good points.Li Liang is always clueless in this area. Before the results of his physical examination came out, he also wanted to learn how to pick up girls with me for a while. I took him to all the bars in Chengdu, and I got a little gain every time. , but he always returned empty-handed.I analyzed our strategies and tactics in detail, and found the biggest difference: I admitted that I was a pervert, but he always talked about life, ideals, and even communist morality.Li Liang.

Li Liang is not dead.He went back to school.As soon as I left Chengdu, I received a call from him. At that time, "A Lang's Story" was playing in the car. Chow Yun-fat rolled over and fell to the ground. Zhang Aijia and his son were crying bitterly outside the venue. Under the stumbling helmet, I saw Fa Ge was very calm "The sad song always wakes up in the dream, telling a little bit of the sad past, the one who turned around seemingly indifferently, is the bleak shadow after the dry tears..." A stubbled guy next to him Weeping so hard that my heart skipped a beat, I said to Li Liang, "Damn it, I thought you were dead!" Li Liang smiled softly, and said that after so many years, we are the ones I miss the most. University time.

Before graduation, Li Liang published an article called "My Emotional Homeland" in the newspaper of the Literature Society. I can still recite some passages: "The library can't always borrow the books you want, the dormitory always smells of sweaty feet, the boss's wall is covered with Maggie Cheung, and two circles are drawn on his chest with a pen, this is his ideal lover; There is a big knife on Chen Chong's bookshelf, maybe one day he will kill someone; Wang Lin has a disgusting birthmark on his stomach, he said that people with such birthmarks will become high officials...

………… My eyes are full of tears in the last passage, the prelude of youth still echoes, and I will leave forever. ………… Whether I succeed or fail in the future, sad or happy, you will see that in the deepest part of my life, there is a home that can never be reached……” In a sense, Li Liang will never grow up, he always misses the past.There is a fable that goes like this: Given a bunch of grapes, would you eat the big ones first or the small ones first?I choose the big one, which shows that I am an optimistic pessimist and an overdrawn person in life. Although every grape I eat is the largest, the grapes themselves are getting smaller and smaller; Wang Datou chooses the small one, which shows that he He is a pessimistic optimist, hope is always there, but never arrives; and Li Liang, Li Liang doesn't eat grapes, he is a grape collector.

He took a thick stack of photos in school, including fourteen of the exterior scenes of our dormitory building.I flipped through them one by one, and every small scene brought back my deep memories: We were drunk and sat at the entrance of the building howling loudly, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying bitterly; we came back in the middle of the night and took the ladder We climbed over the wall, with moonlight on our backs; we took a group photo in front of the building, sang "The Internationale", and sang Black Panther's "No Place to Shame", "Aren't you lonely / I was also neglected by others / But I never felt / I Feeling ashamed..." Yes, there was also Zhao Yue, she was always standing under the sycamore tree, holding a schoolbag and a lunch box, waiting for me to go downstairs to eat, go to self-study, or go to the grove for a tight hug...

Li Liang said that our dormitory is still as dirty as it was back then, with nude photos on the walls and stinky socks lying on the ground, and the new generation of college students are still talking about our original topics: poetry, love, and a bright future.The boss slept on the bed of the new generation, and a fat man from Lanzhou lived in my bed.The grove that witnessed my love was shoveled away, and now it is a tennis court; the teacher Lin who taught us to write poetry died, and his wife burned all his manuscripts; The newspaper changed its name to "Swirling Voice"... Li Liang said: "You have to admit: we have been degenerate."

After rehab, Li Liang looked a little haggard, with a stubbled beard, a hoarse voice and panting, as if his crotch was being pinched by a pig.I don’t agree with his words, it doesn’t matter if you fall or not, the stars are still the same stars, the moon is still the same moon, wading through the water of life, we haven’t become taller or shorter, only the water surface of life is ups and downs.And sublimation or sinking, we can't help ourselves. I aspired to be a scientist 20 years ago, but Chen Zhong at that time was not necessarily more noble than today.When I walked out of the gate, I thought that ideals are nothing but soap bubbles that we blow out. After bursting, everything will show its original shape, but Li Liang’s mistake is that he always regards soap bubbles as life itself.