Chapter 31 Chapter 31 The future at that time is now

What happened later?Oh, I really don't want to say more.How much do we have later?Later is the meaning of the future, the future is the meaning of the ideal, right?If the nephew of Director Ren is still alive, and he asks us to write "I will be the future of my future", I will not even be able to code those words.Because, my future is not my present, you have seen it, it is like this. Many people in our class left before graduating from high school.That is to say, before the arrival of the next summer, the students in the classroom are already sparse, and the classroom is deserted.When Song Xiaodou was in class, he still used to repeat a sentence in English and Chinese.She said, deserted, it is the luxury of this season.

She looked ten years older, maybe even older.The fine wrinkles are like brackets, leading from the corners of her eyes to the corners of her mouth.She still holds her head up, but the long braid no longer drags down her right buttock.She kept her hairstyle from the previous year's English Festival, and it hasn't changed since.She is married, and her husband is our former Principal Jiang and today's Director Jiang of the Education Bureau.Director Jiang should be 30 years older than Song Xiaodou. He divorced her, and he also dyed her hair and oiled it. It looks dark. It seems that he is ten years younger, and the gap between him and her has narrowed by two. ten years old.Song Xiaodou did not serve as the director of academic affairs, she voluntarily refused.She typed a manuscript on the computer every night, and she never finished it. Some people said it was a novel, and some said it was a memoir. Who knows?She never avoided her husband when she typed, because she typed in English, and if Director Jiang read it, he didn't read it.The crisp keyboard sound rang in the quiet Jiang's house, making the Jiang's house even quieter.

I have heard these things from others.After Jingui and Tao Tao's small street duel, I left Paozhong very quickly.I felt bored and cloying, and an hour at school became a weary torture, like a blunt knife slowly cutting through flesh.One day I skipped class and went to Crockpot Temple, as I said, that little temple over the South Bridge.The red walls and yellow tiles of the temple are covered by green forests and surrounded by high-rise buildings. It is so hidden that it cannot be hidden anymore.Eva once wrote that there must be a master in a hidden place.I believe Eva is right. Eva's looks and talents are sent by God to come up with wonderful ideas.For me, the Crock Temple is a hidden place, because I have never been inside.

The crockpot temple is actually much bigger than I imagined. The mountain gate is very narrow. When you enter it, there are still three treasure halls and four corridors.Otherwise, why did Chairman Mao say that there is something famous in the earthen jar?When I went there, it was after four o'clock in the afternoon, or maybe after five o'clock. There were very few people in the temple, except for a few tea drinkers sitting under the grape arbor, and there were some vendors selling antique gadgets in the corridor.I heard the sound of knocking on the wooden fish behind the flowers and trees. I knocked to the point where I was happy, and knocked over and over again, but I couldn't see where the monk was.Anyway, nothing to do, I just walk around.

There is a wing room on the west side, maybe it is a wing room, I saw this word appeared in the textbook, it means the house on the side, the side room, right?Who knows.There are two words written on the door of the wing room, the word test.I understand these two words, it means fortune-telling. I stood at the door and stared blankly. The wing room was very long, like a long tunnel, and the light was so dim that people's eyes hurt.A gentleman is sitting on a rattan chair, and is testing another gentleman.I can't see their faces clearly, but I can hear their voices clearly.Have you ever talked in an empty theater? Even if you whispered something, it would fly around every corner like wings.In fact, their conversation was coming to an end, and Mr. Chezi was summarizing, just like President Jiang always summed up his speech.He said, whoever is in harmony, is also in harmony.Let's go, let's go together.

The gentleman who came to test the characters asked, is it really a good match?His voice sounds familiar to me, but it shouldn't be so shaky. The character tester said, um, um, good fit, good fit, when it fits, it fits. Then I'm right? Let's get together, let's get together. The man paid the money and came out. I stepped aside.He wears sunglasses, but it can't hide his elegance, style, and beaming.I recognized him, he is our Principal Jiang and Director Jiang.He didn't recognize me, but what if he did?If he recognizes me, he will act as if he doesn't recognize me, so what does it matter to him?The question and answer between him and Mr. Jizi was very fun, just like the two people talking about cross talk at the Spring Festival Gala, I still remember it to this day.Of course, he wasn't here to talk about cross talk, he was looking for an answer to one thing.Later, when I saw a convoy of brides in other cities, the license plate numbers were all pasted with "Hundred Years", "Hundred Years", and I said "oh", and then I realized how serious and infatuated Director Jiang is.

I also tested a word that day.I dug out all the pocket money in my pocket, took out a pile of bills and coins, and piled them on Mr. Alphabet's desk.I said, Grandpa, I also want to test a word. Mr. Cezi wears a robe that is neither long nor short, and has hair that is neither long nor short. He looks like a monk and a professor.He said, what word do you want to test, girl? I became dumb all of a sudden, and after a while, I said, what is the opposite of "he"? Mr. Kezi said that if we divide for a long time, we must unite, and if we unite for a long time, we must divide.The antonym of combined should be divided.

I said, let's measure the score, grandpa. Mr. Alphabet looked at me in the gloomy light, looked at me again and again, and suddenly laughed.He carefully picked up the change on the table from one hand to the other, and then brought it to me.He said, let's go, girl. I said, what, grandpa, what are you talking about? Come on, he said, let's go.He waved his hand towards the door.The light outside the door is dazzling, just like the cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi shot in the movie, of course, it was shot from the inside to the outside. I said, do you want me to go?You mean, whoever walks, walks?

Mr. Word Tester shook his head and smiled again. He said, this girl is interesting, interesting.let's go, huh? I told my dad that I was leaving.I don't study anymore.Dad said, let's go, let's go.It's not easy for you either. I didn't finish my detention period, so I expelled myself.Back then I was so afraid of being expelled, my father was so weak, I was always afraid that I would be expelled, how would my father live?I only now realize that the most indestructible thing in a man is weakness. Since then, I never went to school again, and I never entered the bubble door again.Oh, people are heartless things, a place, a person, once stuck to you so tightly, like a ball of mud sticking to a ball of mud.But then I broke it apart, and I broke it off if I said I would break it off. Except for the vague memory, it has nothing to do with me.

I started looking for a place to work.The first place I worked was the small flower shop near our home, and the owner was Little Fist.Later, it was the wholesale market at the railway station, and later, I traveled farther and farther. I have been to other places, provinces, and foreign countries, and I have run border trade in Northeast China and Yunnan.I carry a knife with me, but never use it.The outside world is not as wild as people say, and I am not a bloodthirsty person. I carry a knife, just like a friend with me.I don't feel too alone by sleeping with a knife at night. Zhu Zhu left school almost at the same time as me. She is the daughter of a policeman and was recruited into an armed police training school.She bid farewell to me wearing a police uniform. The fat police uniform made her more delicate, just like the grassland makes a lamb even smaller.She hugged me and wiped my eyes with a tissue.In fact, I didn't cry at all, but her tears wet my clothes.Don't forget me, she said.I laughed, and scratched the tip of her upturned nose, and I said, God, how could it be?

Zhu Zhu smiled through tears, she said, because you are heartless. Zhu Zhu's school is in a small border town in Yunnan, close to the Burma Highway and the Lancang River.She writes to me almost every day, saying how strong the sun is, how bright the cannas are, and how lonely the days are.In the end, she always ends with such a sentence, come and see me, Fengzi? And I hardly wrote back to her, I didn't know what to write.And all her letters were sent to my home. When I got home, there were already a lot of letters. Dad put them in a tin box containing compressed biscuits. The camouflage box reminded me of Yunnan.Reading her letters makes me feel at peace.Even if the world has forgotten me, Zhu Zhu still remembers me.But I don't know what to write to her, which letter should I write to her?So I simply didn't write a letter, and I haven't replied to her letter until now.Oh, Zhu Zhu, she thinks I'm heartless anyway, doesn't she? After Tao Tao was defeated by Jingui by surprise, he never went to school again.At least, no one saw him at school during the day.Later, he was not able to go to the Nice Hotel, as Mrs. Nice said, as the lobby manager or the lobby assistant.I never saw him again, and neither did many people.Zhu Zhu said in the letter that God knows how Zhu Zhu knew it. He went to Harbin and worked in a small hotel. He stood inside the large glass door in the lobby and was responsible for opening and closing the door. You may not believe it, but a few days ago I read an article in a "Passer" magazine, which was actually written by Eva.Do you remember the Eva I told you about, that wit who was one-eighth Russian.I read it when I was changing trains at a bus station. To be precise, I read it. What kind of books do I read? I just flipped through photos, comics, and so on.I saw the picture of Eva first, and I recognized her big aquiline nose at a glance. Although there were a pair of big glasses on the nose and some odds and ends hanging from the ears, I was still sure that she was Eva.Eva looked at me and smiled, an expression she had never had before, much happier than when she was in school.Next, I saw her lower body, still wearing a floor-sweeping dress, leaning against a giant cedar tree, not sure if her limp had healed.Her article is called "My Life". In fact, what she wrote is only her life today, and she didn't mention our city at all. Instead, she mentioned a sentence, but it was strangely written as Pao ×× Middle School .The reason why I want to mention XX is because I can't avoid it, because she wrote that her boyfriend is a classmate who used to XX.Now he lived in the same northern city and breathed the same northern air as she did, and she loved him as much as he loved her.He is as tall and straight as a cedar, and she misses him every moment, and when she thinks of him, he always stands like a cedar, because his work requires him to maintain a standing posture.And she, at the end she talked about her body.She did cut a wrong nerve during the operation, but instead of becoming blind, she became a mute.She didn't expect to become a mute, and she was deeply grateful for being a mute. She didn't need to talk nonsense anymore, but she could clearly see her boyfriend's appearance and body, and he didn't need to talk anymore.When she wanted to write, she used her hands, and when she wanted to show love, she also used her hands.When she was with him, she was talking with her hands.Eva ends by writing, "How quiet the world is. What a happy woman I am, don't I?" I can smell Eva in just one sentence.Of course, the part at the end of the article is a resume written by someone else, or written in someone else's tone, who knows? ——Eva, whose original name is unknown, Russian ethnicity, freelance writer, published works ×× million characters. I say ×× because I forgot the specific number.Nothing else, really, nothing else. I believe Eva's boyfriend is Tao Tao, although I don't have much evidence.Eva smiled at me from the magazine, and I burst into tears.Really, this is the first time I shed tears after leaving Pao XX.I don't know whether to cry for myself or for Eva, at least, not for Eva, right?Poor Eva, she could not even cry and laugh, but how real her happiness seemed to her! You won't believe it, right? Ali and Jingui persisted in Class One of the second year of high school until they graduated.I don't know what happened later, I just remember that after the duel in the small street, Jingui and Ali were inseparable.They always appear on the same occasion, Ali is in front, Jingui is behind, Ali makes his own decision, and Jingui supplements appropriately.Jingui always showed others that he never thought of being Tao Tao or Bao Jingsheng.He always puts himself behind or beside Ali, and he accepts whatever Ali says, (and he nods whatever he suggests.) Zhu Zhu and I leave school, and Jingui arranges to bid farewell to Ginkgo, please. Whoever doesn't want to invite, the price is fixed, tell Ali, and Ali says, okay.That's it.Jingui sometimes calls himself a country bumpkin, but he no longer holds chopsticks or pens with his left hand. His right hand is indeed more agile than his left.Once, a student in the graduating class of senior high school didn't know how deep the water was, and asked Ali to borrow money for a barbecue. Jingui slapped him to the ground.Of course he used his right hand. Another time, Ali was opening a Coke while entering the school gate, and the soda popped out suddenly, splashing Greyhound's face.Greyhound was a demobilized soldier who had just arrived, and he slapped Ali in the face with one slap.Ali was stunned, and looked at Jingui, but Jingui didn't do anything, just grabbed the gray dog's collar with both hands, yelling that the security guard hit someone, the security guard beat someone!Greyhound blushed, but couldn't get away.As a result, there was a huge crowd of people at the school gate, and Jingui let go of the disturbance until the principal came forward.Three days later, the Greyhound packed his bedroll and left.When he walked to the river in a daze, it is said that he was thrown into the water with a palm and was filled with stinky river water. Ali's father once invited two people to talk, one was Jingui, and the other was me. The conversation between him and Jingui was also mentioned in Zhu Zhuxin's letter. God knows how she knew about it?He said, Jingui, everyone underestimated you.You fooled everyone into thinking you were left-handed. Jingui said, Bo, Uncle, I, Bo, am left-handed, and I have never admitted that I am left-handed.As Jingui said, he looked at Ali. Ali was sitting on the side, and Ali said, Dad, Jingui never admitted that he was left-handed, really, everyone can testify. Ali's father laughed, he said, Jingui, Jingui... He tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and he said, well, Jingui, how you treat my son now, you will treat him in the future. Jin Gui nodded.He asked again, do you know why he went to the middle school instead of the No. 1 or No. 24 middle schools? Jingui nodded, and Jingui said, do you need me to answer, uncle? He can't say, you go. It took a long time for him to meet me, and Ali came to make an appointment after I came home from outside.Right in the red bubble, right in the small private room I am familiar with, everything is expected, he is the one I mentioned, Bao Jingsheng said he is the living Lei Feng, and I guess he is Ali's father, a Gentle businessman. He was as kind and calm as when we first met, and a little more cordial.He was smiling, and you could see that although he was kind, he rarely smiled.He said, Fengzi, we are destined, right? I said, yeah, Uncle, Ali was always a good brother to me. Good brother, right?He nodded and made a little addition.I admit, he added very nicely.He knows everything and everything is under his control.He looks so gentle, but I know how powerful he must be.I said, uncle, do you mean our fate when you came to me? Yes, he was still smiling, and he said, the fate with Ali in the past, and the fate with me in the future, our fate.You stay here, how did you treat Ali in the past, and how will you treat him in the future, huh? Ali is not in this private room.I said, Uncle, let me think about it, huh? But I haven't given him the answer until now, and I never went to him again.His kindness is not the same as Ali's, he makes me wonder, yes, he scares me.I'm walking again, I've been walking, I'm walking around, I'm not old anyway, I can still walk, can't I? When I went home last month, Ali and Jingui found me and invited me to have a meal at Red Foam.There were only three people, and suddenly felt that there was nothing to say.Ali didn't say a word about his father seeing me, as if there was no such thing.I have very few memories of Red Bubble, and what I remember are only a few words that Bao Jingsheng said in the private room, and a few words that Ali's father said.Bao Jingsheng is still in prison, maybe he has come out, but he has never contacted me.I asked Ali, is the lady boss who bathed in red wine still there?Ali smiled and said, how can there be such a woman?He smiled slyly, if he had, he would have rolled up the quilt and left long ago. Ali is still wearing casual clothes with strange characters, while Jingui is in a black suit, which fits well and is decent, even the royal blue tie is a little crooked.He is even less talkative, just nodding and smiling.It was only when I was about to leave that I realized that the boss of Red Bubble was Ali, and Jingui was his general manager. All stories have an end.The ending is just a summary, just like some people write a summary and put it into a dictionary after a lifetime of vigor and vitality. He only has dozens of words, right?Of course, you know this better than me, because you are more educated and have read more books, right?You see, I have told you about so many people, and in the end, you can understand them in just a few words. It is so simple.Only for myself, I don't know what to say.Oh, I haven't told you yet, what kind of jobs did I have?I don't want to say it, but if you say it, do you think it's really boring? Later, Ali called and asked me to work as a bartender at Red Foam. He said, Fengzi, you will like this job.My eyes were moist all of a sudden, and I felt that there was another Ali who understood me.Yes, I would love this job.Standing behind the dimly lit counter, moving the dimly shining cups and bottles back and forth, the bang of uncorking the bottle, the clinking sound of clanging, the strange taste and color of different drinks all flowed from my hands In the past, this was a very comfortable thing.However, I haven't promised him yet.If I had promised him, I would have promised his father long ago, right? The person I most wanted to see was my mom, and in reality, I never saw her again.I don't blame her now, I don't think she has the courage to meet me and I don't have the courage to meet her.She is very pitiful, and I may be pitiful too, right?Where she was, the sun was hot.My father encouraged me to go to Yunnan to find Zhu Zhu to play. He said that the sun in Yunnan is also very hot, so bright that it makes people's eyes darken.Dad used to be stationed there, he said, the sunshine in Yunnan smells all kinds of things, and there are all kinds of smells in the air, you go and have fun.Dad is very calm, living peacefully like a gray shadow. I might actually go to Yunnan, find Zhu Zhu, and maybe find a job.Zhu Zhu worked as a nurse in an armed police hospital on the border. She said that the front and back of her house are full of banana trees and phoenix bamboo. The scorching sun makes sand smell like sand, knives smell like knives, and people smell like people, Memed said.Maimed died later, and died in the dozens or hundreds of pages that were torn.Immortal Memed is dead, so I will forget about him one day, right? I may go look for Zhu Zhu tomorrow.Who knows? Well, one last thing I want to tell you is that I'm still a girl.Well, it's true, I'm still a girl.You may not believe it, and forget it if you don’t believe it.