Few grown men like Jialeji, they are looking for something else. The one in front of me is slightly different. How did Lu Cheng know Shi Jiale?It was purely accidental.That Sunday, he and his wife had a big quarrel over their son's education. They didn't want to stay at home and walked aimlessly on the street. After thirty-five, he seldom wanders like this. It is already difficult to rejoice in the material pleasures that can be obtained by paying a small amount of money.His shirts are only available in two colors, white and gray, his suits are always dark, and he can’t tell the difference between blue and black under the lights. The sets are lined up in the closet. The only difference from those professional businessmen is that he hates wearing orthodox clothes. Lace-up shoes in black.

A few years ago, he occasionally wore a pair of air-cushioned leather shoes, and he has refused to change them since then.Unless it is a very important occasion, there will always be a pair of joy at Lu Cheng's feet. Even if his friends laugh at him, it doesn't matter to him that suits and sneakers are the monopoly of big brothers in the entertainment industry.A person must keep a little bit, even a little bit of what he likes. That day, it was a little rubber man who met the pair of Qile. In the afternoon of late spring, the sky was gloomy. Lu Cheng walked along the alley to a gift shop. The door was ajar. The lights in the shop were so dim that he inadvertently turned his head and took a second look.

Should the child stay with me to study in an ordinary middle school, or don't worry about it, just follow his wife's advice and send him to a boarding school abroad? There was a "crack" sound when he touched an unknown object next to his feet.He looked down. Almost screaming, a rubber man with a pleasant smile, holding a tin box, looked up at him with a smile on his face. Lu Cheng almost thought he had a dream, but he shook his head, feeling that although his head was a little big, he was not dizzy.Simply squat down Go and see for yourself. Only then did I realize that it was an electric toy, but the face of the little figure was made cuter.Zhaofeng's ears are pricked up, his eyes are drooping like 8:20, his wit is tight, his mouth is grinning to the back of his head, but his nose is just a peanut.

Even in such a bad mood, he couldn't help but smile. The little man was holding a tin box with three small drawers on it.There is a sentence written on the front, and it is this sentence that brought Lu Cheng into Jialeji. "Do you know who you are?" No one has asked Lu Cheng such a question, because they all know who he is.Mr. Lu is an employee, and Brother Lu is a friend.It is the father of the son, the son of the father, the husband of the wife, and the head of a certain family. Maybe it was the weather in May that charmed him, and he stretched out his hand. Three drawers, with different figures drawn, on the left is a bright moon hanging in the blue sky, in the middle is covered by clouds, the moon rises and falls,

On the far right is the undulating waves, leaving only one cloud. He thought for a while, then reached out and opened the middle one.Inside is a cardboard.It reads like this: With your intuition, you pulled out the drawer, because you are a pessimistic perfectionist, you want everything, even if you know that the world is not perfect, you will not give up. Lu Cheng touched his forehead, which was full of sweat. No one had ever seen through his heart with such a glance.In other words, no one has ever taken the time to look at his old heart. Looking around in a daze, is there really such a thing as ghosts and gods in the world?But there was no one, so he had to ask the rubber man again: "You...do you recognize me?"

The little man looked at him with a smile and didn't speak.Of course you can't expect a guy made of rubber to talk. Then he heard a chuckle, half of his body leaned out from the gift shop, holding a remote control in his hand. This is a new trick created by Shi Jiale. This rubber figure is called Zhizhi. It is made of the movement of a remote control car, covered with a cartoon shell, and a simple tin box. It's just a clumsy psychological test, but there are quite a few people who are fascinated. Shi Jiale called softly: "Zhizhi, the mission is completed. Go back." When the button was pressed, the rubber man creaked and walked back, leaving Lu Cheng standing there in a daze.

He also entered Jiale Kee. It seemed that he didn't wake up from the daze, until Shi Jiale made tea for him, and this person returned to his soul in the faint fragrance. "Huh, it smells like apricots." He took a sip of his tea, then sniffed in confusion. Shi Jiale smiled: "The sense of smell is very good. There are fresh apricots in this tea pot." "Then I enjoy it like Hu Xueyan." The shop owner was taken aback. How did this person know that he learned this trick from Hu Xueyan?I read Gao Yang's "The Merchant with the Red Cap" by myself, but I don't remember anything. I just paid attention to the tricks of those Jiangnan people in eating, drinking and drinking, and learned a lot of tricks secretly.Occasionally try it out once or twice, and no one knows it anymore.

Why?The book was hyped to be extremely vulgar at the time, and those people bought it back in sets, wishing they could find out a set of golden houses immediately, even if there was Yan Ruyu, who would care about it? Now, ha, the new century has begun to popularize game theory, learning organizations, Harvard Business, from the book Who What happened to my cheese, etc. Shi Jiale's generation can only look forward to the book and sigh. After saying this, because he didn't know what to say next, Lu Cheng had no choice but to drink tea one after another. The music in the shop was low, and male voices were singing old songs.

"Where do I go to find myself~~" Actually, two people reconciled gently: "Let the past go, I won't get lost here~~" The music was played in an interlude, and the reality dropped for a while. The atmosphere was a little awkward. Lu Cheng could only turn his head to enjoy the scenery outside the window. Shi Jiale touched his nose and burst out laughing. "Hey, what are you laughing at?" "It's nothing, it's like a romantic drama on TV." Now even Lu Cheng laughed, no, a forty-year-old middle-aged man sat here for no reason, drinking tea and listening to music was not enough, and he had to sing a line by himself.Tell it, no one will believe it.

"My name is Shi Jiale, and this place is called Jialeji, which is a gift shop. You are welcome." "My name is Lu Cheng, I...well, the one just now..." Shi Jiale pressed the button, and the rubber figure creaked and turned out of the corner. "Zhizhi, someone is looking for you." Lu Cheng looked at Shi Jiale, a little at a loss: "Well, what should I tell him? Can he understand?" The shop owner was a little helpless, there was no way, you can never ask a forty-year-old man to be so blue-hearted and intelligent. "He can't understand, but I can understand."

Lu Cheng thought it was funny, coughed twice before he had the courage to speak: "Zhizhi, I want to know what's going on with that psychological test." Here Shi Jiale answered: "It's a psychological test, it's very simple, as long as you say you like red/white/blue, I know you are passionate/pure/melancholy, don't you like this game?" "But Zhizhi, why is it in such a strange form?" Zhi Zhi turned around and turned his back: "Hey, well, it's because you don't want to reveal your true self when you have the same kind by your side." Lu Cheng couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around to face Shi Jiale: "Hey, it's too childish to play like this." Shi Jiale ignored him, turned to look at Zhizhi: "Ah, Zhizhi, someone is getting serious, what do you think should be done?" Lu Cheng really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only hold back and ask: "Then, wouldn't it be the same for me to hide and do it alone?" "You human beings always don't understand yourself." The music went round and round, and it just reached the last line: "I found my lost ~~self." Shi Jiale didn't see Lu Cheng's expression, but felt a slight shock from him.The man's hair was already a little bit white, his light gray shirt was very neatly ironed, and he was wearing a dark green tie with dark patterns. On the feet are a pair of Qile sneakers. Shi Jiale took a closer look and burst out laughing: "Oh, Zhizhi, look, there is someone wearing a suit and sneakers, thinking he is Jackie Chan." Then he directed Zhi Zhi to come over and circle around Lu Cheng's feet. Lu Cheng was not angry, "It's just that they are comfortable to wear, children just make a fuss." If you look up, you can see a smile on the corner of his mouth.Let the middle-aged man's face bring a little bit of cunning, but it doesn't feel abrupt. Shi Jiale held back, but Zhizhi didn't: "You human beings are always greedy. You have given up so much, and you still have to stick to this little bit to enjoy yourself." Lu Cheng had been surprised a lot this afternoon, but this time was the worst. He has always thought that he has worked hard to live in the world, and those youthful spirits, leisure and fun, have been turned into some interesting footnotes in his mediocre life. No one knows that he is still persisting and missing. He knew where he was, but there was no way to go there. Lu Cheng gently picked up Zhizhi and asked the shop owner, "Can it be sold?" Shi Jiale refused: "No, Zhizhi is a member of Jialeji, and he does not sell himself as a performer." The guest smiled and put down the stick: "Then, goodbye." goodbye?No, maybe never again.Walking out of Jialeji, he would feel that it was just a dream.Don't forget, he is just a pessimistic perfectionist, and he knows he has to give up some things. PS: "I Found Myself" is a very famous old song. Liu Jiachang sang it so soul-stirringly 30 years ago, it is said that the rest of his life is too late, and he never had the chance to hear it. There used to be a friend who was two rounds older than me. Every time he drank, he liked to sing "I Found Myself" and "Yilian Youmeng", and he sang very attentively. In the past, I couldn't understand what he was thinking. Later, my state of mind gradually aged, and I realized that it was a struggle of reluctance and nostalgia after giving up. He sang: where do I go to find myself~~ Sometimes, looking for is what you want to find, and if you find it, whether you want it or not is another matter—— Notes on flying flowers everywhere