It’s hard to imagine going back to this place again to give a speech. When he left this place, he was eighteen years old and had just learned the necessity of grooming his hair. At the time, his hair was standing like a hedgehog, and he had not yet learned to obey the commands of a comb and hairspray. He wanted to wear a trendy three-seventh, the fashionable young men on the street with that hairstyle and flared trousers. The food stalls in the night market have developed, and there will always be people who get drunk. The streetlights were dim, there seemed to be a lack of electricity, and at every corner there was a rubbish heap full of peels, plastic bottles, food scraps, etc., all with a uniform disgusting smell. The smells knew no borders, they had no gender, they had a uniform, uniform rubbish smell, the exact same smell he smelled by the rubbish heaps of Paris, New Delhi, Calcutta. Almost every young man has vomited by the garbage heap, which is a wonderful youth classroom. Sometimes they vomit alone, spit out the wine and the baked potatoes, roasted meat, roasted eggplants and leeks they just ate to the garbage heap. Sometimes, they were helped to vomit, and they were put on their arms and vomited on their trousers, on their shoes. The best thing is to be supported by a girl, and after you vomit, say a few sad tender words to the girl. If her eyes soften, you might as well put your hand on their shoulders boldly, or on the waist that you usually want to wear but don’t dare to wear. Such a soft waist is the best hangover soup. If the girls are drunk, they usually like to squat on the ground and throw up with their hair hanging down and almost falling to the ground. If you’re not drunk, you can crouch down, pat her on the back, touch her head, and hand her a tissue. Girls cry easily when they are drunk. If she does cry, let her cry. Find a suitable opportunity to hold her in your arms, no one has done this before, no one will say it, a layer of veil covers not only shame, but also unspeakable inner secrets.
He has done so. At that time, he was eighteen years old. When he reached out to the girl, the girl suddenly straightened and stood up calmly. This shocked him. The girl told him, in fact, I wasn’t drunk, I didn’t want you to help me. The girl said, your cousin, he is an asshole. He wanted to say something to the girl but didn’t know what to say. The girl said, stop talking, I am a few years older than you, and I understand what you said. They leaned against the wall, the rubbish heap smelling tirelessly. The girl said, let’s go back, they haven’t dispersed yet. From the rubbish heap to the wine table, about thirty meters away, right next to the rubbish heap, there is an alley, pitch-dark, the light of the street lamp cuts diagonally on the wall, and the place where no light shines is pitch-dark. Passing by the alley, the girl took his hand and got into the alley. They walked more than ten meters into the alley, it was dark, and they only saw vague brick walls. His heart was beating fast, as if he realized something. The girl pulled him and stood by the wall, even though she was three years older than him, she was only up to his eyes. The girl asked him, do you like me? His face turned red in the darkness. The girl asked again, did you mean it just now? His face got hotter. Your hands are shaking. The girl said, are you afraid? He wanted to lift his hands up again and hug her. The girl reached behind her back, and he seemed to hear something. The girl stretched out her hand again and touched his hand. You are still a child. She spoke like his mother. At that time, she was only twenty-one years old, too young. He couldn’t help but think about it. He stretched out his hand, fifty-three years old, his hand was far more delicate than those of his peers, and he had never touched something so good again. He couldn’t help shaking her hand tightly, sweat on his palm and her skin. Coming out of the alley, he seemed to be collapsing. He was suddenly tired of this city, this slap-sized county. The bats in summer are busy flying, and the almost transparent flying insects are passing through the light from time to time. Both he and she were drinking hard. Soon, she was drunk and left the table again. He stood up. A hand pressed him, I’ll go, you drink too much. When her cousin helped her back, she was already unsteady. He suddenly thought, I have to get out of here.
Over the years, he has received many invitations from his hometown and wanted to invite him back to see it. For more than 30 years, he has never thought of going back. Although, he has returned to that place many times in his dreams. The fields after the grass withered, the frozen rivers, the willows just budding in spring, and the wild flowers among the mountains, he was familiar with the smells. He has a group of country relatives, and he spends almost every summer in the country. After his father entered the city, he married a daughter-in-law who also came from the countryside. His grandparents, grandparents and grandparents are pure country people. He was too lazy to comment on his father’s marriage. He had seen father and mother quarreling. It is said that my father fell in love with a colleague of the supply and marketing cooperative, a girl who grew up in the county seat. Father fell in love with the city smell on her. When he saw the girl, she was no longer young and not pretty. He guessed that the father’s love may be the “city”. As for the mother, he had an awkward encounter with her in the cinema. He hated that county town, with its ubiquitous aura of repression, but also with inexplicable arrogance and the power of savage growth. To reunite with his parents, he would invite them over and buy them air tickets. They were afraid of the cold in the north at first, but after enjoying the heating in the north, they began to feel that the south was really cold. It’s that cold in the South, you know, you used to get cold sores on your hands and feet when you were a kid. The entire heel was swollen from the cold, and no shoes of any size could fit. Pressing a hole, pressing a hole, it felt watery to the touch, like a ripe persimmon. They were cooking lamb in thin coats, and it was snowing like goose feathers outside. It was winter, the day they were reunited. He and his parents can say very little, and they are used to each other. Occasionally, my father would say to him, after all, it is where you were born and raised, where is there such a big hatred, and besides, no one has offended you. The father wanted him to go home and have a look. He has a son who has achieved great success, but he never goes home to look at it. It is meaningless to walk in the night. Of course he understood his father’s mind. At the age of fifty, he gradually loosened up, and he had a sense of nostalgia, or nostalgia. This is really inexplicable. What he had tried so hard to reject before entered his mind without refusal, launching shock after shock. He found that he had been defeated long ago, but he just didn’t want to admit it. When he received the invitation from his hometown again, his tone relaxed. Zhan Mushui said to him on the phone, Mr. Ding, you should relax and take care of the younger generation in Haicheng, what does it matter? You don’t know, Mr. Liang has criticized me several times, saying that my work is not good enough, and I can’t even invite you to come back and have a look. Brother, I still want to make progress, but Mr. Liang is always criticizing, so my progress is just looking at the moon in the water. Just do my brother a favor, okay? He said, let me think about it. Hearing this, Zhan Mushui Overjoyed, he had never said that before. It means that I have accepted Minister Zhan’s kindness, so I won’t bother. Zhan Mushui hurriedly said, “Mr. Ding, that’s for sure. I’ll arrange other things and make use of your time.” Ding Feimin said, I haven’t decided yet. Zhan Mushui said, “Mr. Ding, it’s okay, I’ll wait for you when you’re free. Putting down the phone, all the memories flooded into my eyes at once. He remembered the night by the garbage dump, and the wet smell of the alley. The county seat came alive in an instant. Over the next few days, he checked his phone from time to time. Only then did he realize that he was waiting for Zhan Mushui’s call, and he was actually looking forward to his return trip.
Ding Fei was elected to return to his hometown in the spring, early spring. As soon as he left the airport lobby, he saw Zhan Mushui, a short, chubby man with glasses and a red scarf wrapped around his neck. He and Zhan Mushui have known each other for many years. The first time we met was at his house. His new book “Gangcun Foreign History” has just won an important award, and the English version was also introduced to the world by the White Goose Publishing Group. More importantly, this book has set off a reading frenzy in China. After many years, such a phenomenal literary masterpiece has finally appeared, and critics and readers alike are thrilled. During that time, Ding Feimin was afraid to go out, and he declined invitations from more than 20 universities. A strong sense of absurdity surrounds him, when did he look like an entertainment star? He received countless letters from readers, and even many young readers expressed their admiration for him in the letters, and sent photos with them. Ding Feimin looked at those photos in his spare time. Those young figures were really beautiful, healthy and presumptuous, bursting with enthusiasm unique to that age, and they were so beautiful that they made people cry. He remembered a poem “The springs on her body are lonely,” and he understood that loneliness, but he didn’t want untimely joy either. He kept the photos in a collection high up in the study, in a yellowed kraft file bag. Every few months, he opens it up to take a look, or add new photos.
He still remembered the first time Zhan Mushui saw him, he was cautious, as if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Zhan Mushui sat on the sofa with his hands on his lap, fidgeting. At that time, Zhan Mushui was still thin. If I remember correctly, at that time, he and Zhan Mushui only said a few words, and he didn’t even remember his name. Later, his contacts with Zhan Mushui gradually increased, from business contacts to exchanges between friends. Most of the news of Haicheng that Ding Feimin knew came from Zhan Mushui. After knowing each other for almost ten years, Zhan Mushui has invited Ding Feimin to come home to see him many times. He even asked Ding Feimin, what bad memories did your hometown give you that made you not want to go home? He said, “Mr. Ding, I have read all your books, and I can’t see how my hometown hurts you. Ding Feimin said, no, I just resisted emotionally. Upon receiving Ding Feimin, Zhan Mushui gave him a hug, and we finally met on the land of our hometown. Zhan Mushui’s words were sensational and strange, and they even aroused the emotion of his wandering son returning home. After taking Ding Feimin’s luggage, Zhan Mushui said that Mr. Liang was originally going to come in person, but the city temporarily notified him of a meeting. Mr. Liang was really uncomfortable asking for leave, so he entrusted me to pick you up. Besides, we don’t know each other well, so it’s easy to talk on the road. Ding Feimin said, “It’s okay, it’s fine, it’s troublesome. Zhan Mushui said, “Mr. Ding, you’re out now. You are the pride of Haicheng. It took hundreds of years for Haicheng to produce such a great literati and great writer. It is our honor to receive you.” After getting in the car, Ding Feimin and Zhan Mushui sat in the back row chatting. After chatting for a while, Zhan Mushui’s phone rang. When he looked at the number, Zhan Mushui straightened his body and called out loudly, “Mr. Liang is good.” Putting down the phone, Zhan Mushui said, “Mr. Ding, Mr. Liang just instructed to treat you well. Ding Feimin said, this is too intrusive, I’m really sorry. Zhan Mushui said that it was all from his own family, not outsiders. Mr. Liang said, I will explain it to you in the past few days. If you have any needs, feel free to ask. Ding Feimin said, there is no need to be so troublesome, just turn around at will. Zhan Mushui said, do what you need to do, and leave the rest up to you. Ding Feimin smiled, but you remember it clearly. Zhan Mushui said, “I don’t dare to be clear. For you, it’s a big little thing, but for me, it’s a big thing.” Before coming, Zhan Mushui repeatedly emphasized to him that he would give a public speech and meet a few people. These few people don’t say it, everyone can think of it. Ding Feimin said, yes. He understands the basic rules, and he is not an unsophisticated person. Zhan Mushui said, Mr. Liang invites you to dinner in the evening, Mr. Ding, you have to go, otherwise I can’t explain it, so you should help me. Ding Feimin said, you can speak. Zhan Mushui said, that is also Teacher Ding’s style Sorry. By the way, Mr. Ding, shall we go back to the hotel directly or what? Ding Feimin thought about it and said, it’s still early, let’s go to the riverside. Zhan Mushui said, look, Mr. Ding, do you still miss that river? After drinking the water in this river, you will be here all your life, and you will not be able to escape. Maybe yes, Ding Feimin squeezed his thighs and looked out the window. There were spring locust trees on either side. The locust trees were blooming and hanging on the trees. He remembered the fresh fragrance. His hand is a little harder, this is a small movement that only he knows, he is a little excited, and he wants to keep the surface calm.
The river water in spring is slightly turbid, but full of vitality. Like the willow trees on the river bank, they once again show the steady force of nature. Ding Feimin was walking in the willow forest, breaking a new branch and making a willow flower. The young green leaves are crowded on the top of the branches, and the inner stems of the branches are smooth and greenish-yellow. Zhan Mushui also hit a willow flower, held it in his hand, and brushed the grass on the ground. He looked at Ding Feimin and said that he hadn’t beaten Liu Hua’er for many years, and he was scolded a lot for this when he was a child. Ding Feimin held the willow flower and shook it a few times. He said that there are many willow trees in the north, and he always felt that it was almost meaningless. Only the willow trees in the south have the feeling of spring rain like wine and willow smoke. Minister Zhan, have you seen the willow tree in the north? Zhan Mushui picked up Liu Hua’er and shook it and said, “Mr. Ding, please don’t let Minister Zhan’s, I can’t stand it, just call Xiao Zhan. After speaking, I smelled the willow flowers and said, “Really, I don’t really care. I’ve seen it a lot every year, but I don’t feel anything. After strolling by the river for a while, Zhan Mushui said, Mr. Ding, do you think the time is almost up? Let’s go back to the hotel to have a rest first, Mr. Liang must have a few drinks to you in the evening. Let me give you the bottom line first, Mr. Liang’s alcohol capacity is really not something that ordinary people can handle. Ding Feimin laughed, he couldn’t force me. Zhan Mushui said, of course not. Mr. Liang has admired you for a day or two. Since he took office, he has always said that we are not working well. This time, I finally have an explanation. Back at the hotel, Zhan Mushui and Ding Feimin checked the itinerary. There is one speech in the schedule, which is a formal public event, and the rest are dinner parties. There are four in total, all in the evening. Zhan Mushui said, in my spare time, I will accompany you around. Look at you, you haven’t returned to your hometown for 20 or 30 years. This has changed a lot. The places you are thinking of are not necessarily all there now. After explaining, Zhan Mushui looked at his watch and said, “Mr. Ding, take a rest first, I’ll pick you up later. Ding Feimin and Zhan Mushui shook hands and said, I will trouble you. When Zhan Mushui walked out of the room, Ding Feimin stood on the balcony for a while. The hotel was facing Pan Lake, the largest inner lake in Haicheng. The lake was open like the sea. Because of this lake, Ding Feimin didn’t get excited when he saw the sea for the first time. Is this the sea? It looks too calm and not as open as imagined. What is the difference between it and Panhu? It was different from before. In Ding Feimin’s memory, there were not so many houses next to Pan Lake, nor so many trees that looked unrealistically green. After all, he came back, and Ding Feimin picked up his phone and took a photo. After a day of running, Ding Feimin was a little tired, so he lay down and slept for a while. When the phone rang, it was dark. He simply packed up and went down to the lobby, where Zhan Mushui was waiting. Ding Feimin said, not good I mean, it’s been a long time, how long have you been here? Don’t make a phone call sooner either. Zhan Mushui said, I didn’t wait, I rested on the sofa for a while, just to replenish my spirit. Ding Feimin was taken aback, have you been here? Zhan Mushui said, it’s good here, the sofa is comfortable, and it’s easy to sleep. Ding Feimin is a little angry, Minister Zhan, this is not good, it is also good for us to chat in the room, there is no need for this. Zhan Mushui said, I don’t care if you run hard all day, take a rest. When I got into the car, Ding Feimin said, this is not allowed in the future, otherwise I will go back immediately. Zhan Mushui said, no, no, no next time. It was a little dark, the street lights were not yet on, and there was a moist smell of locust blossoms in the air. This was a typical spring in Haicheng.
The speech was arranged at Haicheng Middle School, the best middle school in Haicheng. If we go back to history, we can trace back to the ancient Panhu Academy 800 years ago. There are still several old and dilapidated houses in the school, which are said to be the former site of the academy. The doors are usually locked and opened only when VIPs come. It exudes a good musty smell. It is this musty smell that adds to the long history. feel. When studying at Haicheng Middle School, Ding Feimin was curious about the former site of the academy. He never went in, not even, never saw the door open. Only the black branches stick out from the courtyard walls, and the branches and leaves on the trees tell people outside that there is still life inside. Standing at the door, Ding Feimin couldn’t hide his curiosity. He asked the principal, what’s inside? The principal was two years younger than Ding Feimin. Knowing this relationship, he changed the name of Ding Feimin from “Mr. Ding” to “Senior Brother”. If you want me to say, it’s nothing, just a few old houses. However, senior brother may not see it that way. You are a great scholar and have a sense of history. I can’t see anything. The principal opened the door and made a gesture to come in. Crossing the threshold, Ding Feimin felt a little bit different, he thought of ancient times. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a huge locust tree planted in the middle of the yard. The branches and leaves covered the entire yard, and the sweet fragrance suppressed the moist moisture. The academy is much smaller than expected, and it only takes half an hour to stroll around. There was nothing in it, a few chairs, a few tables, a few paintings on the wall, a portrait of Confucius. After shopping, Ding Feimin told the principal that it is good to have such a historic site in the school. When he thinks of such a profound history, his spirit is converted. The principal said, “Brother is right. When I pass by this way, I often think that most of the elite scholars from Haicheng in the past few hundred years have gone out from here. As the principal, what kind of talents can come out of me? When I think of this, I suddenly feel a great responsibility, and I dare not relax for a moment. The ancients are watching from the sky. Our school can produce talents like senior brothers, which shows that our cultural background is still there, and our generation should work hard. Ding Feimin said, you are the principal and I am a student, so don’t make fun of the students. The principal hurriedly said, what senior brother said, I respected it from the bottom of my heart. I always said that the text is used to convey the Tao, and the text is to transform people. Ding Feimin smiled, the principal made me understand what “sweating like pulp” means. After reading the old site of the academy, the group went to the reception room and sat for a while.
Before coming, Zhan Mushui and Ding Feimin communicated about the topic of the speech. Ding Feimin said, I can see what the school means. Zhan Mushui said that if the school sees what you mean, how dare they appoint you. Ding Feimin thought about it and said, let’s talk about the spirit of literature. Although it is an old topic, it is difficult to express new meanings, but it is easier for children to accept. They can’t accept anything too professional for a while. . Zhan Mushui said, “Okay, the spirit of literature is good. It’s about the essence. The students can understand a sentence by a sentence, and can understand a sentence by a sentence. Even if I don’t understand it very well now, when I think about it later, I have listened to Teacher Ding’s class, and it will be different. Ding Feimin said, how can it be so exaggerated. Zhan Mushui said, Mr. Ding, the school attaches great importance to your speech. Mr. Liang said that he would be there to study. You may not know that the Panhu Lecture Hall is the golden brand of Haicheng Middle School. After 20 years of operation, less than ten people who gave lectures in the lecture hall are all first-class scholars at home and abroad. As you know, Haicheng Middle School has produced a lot of talents, and the threshold for attending this lecture hall is very high. Ding Feimin said, ashamed and ashamed. Zhan Mushui said, Mr. Ding is humble, you are adding luster to the Panhu Lecture Hall, and I will tell Mr. Ding a secret that you are the first graduate of our school to board the Panhu Lecture Hall. Ding Feimin said, seriously? Zhan Mushui said, of course, I dare to lie to you. Ding Feimin said, this is over. After taking a sip of water, Ding Feimin asked Zhan Mushui, have you read “The History of the Scholars”? Zhan Mushui said, he turned it over and didn’t take a closer look. Ding Feimin said, do you still remember a detail? Zhou Jin told Wang Juren that a friend of his dreamed that the red sun fell on him, and he went to school as expected. Wang Juren sneered and said that the sun would fall on him when he entered school. If he was chosen by Juren, wouldn’t the sky fall down for him to bear? Zhan Mushui laughed, I still remember this paragraph, this Wang Juren is not a good thing, he pretended to be a ghost, and said that the last two parts of the article were not made by him, nor were they made by humans, there are really ghosts and gods in the Gongyuan. I think he is a ghost. Ding Feimin said, I now have a feeling that I am the character in the book, either Wang Juren or Zhang Juren and Li Juren, which is ridiculous. Zhan Mushui said, Teacher Ding, sometimes you can’t think too much. Ding Feimin said that it seems that Minister Zhan is also in the play. Zhan Mushui said, who is not.
After the speech and the entertainment, it was nearly eleven o’clock. The principal took Ding Feimin and Zhan Ruoshui into the car, and stood on the side of the car and waved goodbye to them. Ding Feimin drank a little, but it wasn’t too much, his drinking was not bad. However, compared with Mr. Liang, he was simply vulnerable. The night before yesterday, at the reception banquet, Mr. Liang probably drank two kilograms, and he also drank seven or eight taels. In the past, he was afraid that he was already drunk. Halfway through drinking, Mr. Liang brought a stack of books and asked Ding Feimin to sign. Mr. Liang opened the book and said, “Mr. Ding, I didn’t go to the bookstore to buy it temporarily. You’ve already read the book, and I also wrote the post-reading experience on the side. Liang Zonglian flipped through a few books and said, I am a true fan, true love. Ding Feimin felt hot in his heart and said, Mr. Liang, don’t think my words are ugly. Mr. Liang said, Mr. Ding, you are giving benefits to fans. After Ding Feimin signed his name, Mr. Liang collected the book, poured a glass of foreign wine and said, “Mr. Ding, I toast you with this glass of wine. After all, he drank his neck. Ding Feimin was a little embarrassed, but he took a sip. Mr. Liang wanted to add more, but Ding Feimin covered the wine glass with his hand and said, Mr. Liang, you can’t drink like this anymore, or you will vomit. Mr. Liang said, add a little and drink slowly. He let go of his hand, and Mr. Liang really only added a mouthful. He was relieved. After drinking, send Ding Feimin back to the room, Zhan Mushui asked, Mr. Ding, are you alright? Zhan Mushui said, I’m fine. Zhan Mushui said, I can see that Teacher Ding’s drinking capacity is unfathomable. Ding Feimin said that if you can drink a little, you can’t drink too much. It’s different when you’re in a good mood. Zhan Mushui said, I can see that Teacher Ding is also happy to be back. After that, I added that Mr. Liang really put his heart into it this time. Although he is a big drinker, I have never seen him toast with so much wine. Ding Feimin said, I also sacrificed my life to accompany the gentleman. After the speech at Haicheng Middle School, Mr. Liang held Ding Feimin’s hand and said, “Mr. Ding, I can’t accompany you tonight. If you have anything in Haicheng, feel free to call me. As long as I can solve it, I will do my best. to go. Ding Feimin said, thank you Mr. Liang, I’m so annoying to come back this time. Mr. Liang laughed, the more trouble the better, I warmly welcome it. After all, he entrusted the principal again, and he must treat Mr. Ding well. The principal answered loudly, asking Mr. Liang to rest assured. At the banquet, the principal said “Senior Brother” one by one, as if they had known each other for many years. They recalled the scene at the school at that time. The principal believed that he knew Ding Feimin at that time, but Ding Feimin could not remember how he knew this person. As usual, he signed another pile of books, brand new, exuding the scent of ink that the new books had not yet been read. After the reception, Zhan Mushui accompanied Ding Feimin back to the hotel. When the car arrived at the door of the hotel, Ding Feimin said to Zhan Mushui, please let the driver go back first. Zhan Mushui laughed, what else does Teacher Ding think? Ding Feimin said that he did have some ideas. Zhan Mushui said, that’s fine,
The two of them were sitting on the side of the road. This is the old town of Haicheng. The streets are narrow and winding. With the undulating hills, the houses are scattered in different heights. The street lights are still dim and dim, and the streets exude a nostalgic atmosphere. Seven or eight stars out of the sky, two or three o’clock rain in front of the mountain, the mountain is in darkness, the rain is coming in the future. The food stalls were doing just fine, and the one-meter-square tables filled the entire long street. After getting off the taxi, Zhan Mushui said, “Mr. Ding, to be honest, I haven’t been here for a long time. Ding Feimin glanced at it and said that it was almost the same as before. Zhan Mushui said that it hasn’t changed much, the old way, at night, it’s still lively here. Ding Feimin asked, how long has it been since you came? Zhan Mushui said, I really can’t remember that, it was when I was young. Ding Feimin said, I am afraid it is because of the change of identity. Zhan Mushui said, isn’t it shameful to say identity in front of Teacher Ding? They found a barbecue stall and sat down. The chair is too low, Ding Feimin’s thigh is against his stomach, he has always wondered why the food stalls and barbecue stalls in Haicheng use such low chairs? He has been to so many places, only the food stalls and barbecue stalls in Haicheng use such low chairs, which are slightly larger than the chairs that kindergarten children sit on, but the height is similar. They sat down face to face, Zhan Mushui asked, would you like some beer? Ding Feimin said, come on. Zhan Mushui said that Teacher Ding really has a good drinker. After ordering beer, Ding Feimin asked, do you have a cigarette? Zhan Mushui was a little surprised, Mr. Ding, do you smoke? Ding Feimin said, generally do not smoke. Zhan Mushui put his hand into his pocket and said, “I thought you didn’t smoke, but I haven’t smoked in front of you these past few days. It’s miserable. Ding Feimin said, I smell smoke on you. Lighting a cigarette for Ding Feimin, Zhan Mushui said, Mr. Ding, do you feel a little nostalgic? Ding Feimin nodded, not just a little, but a lot. As soon as I sit down here, the old days are back. Zhan Mushui ordered a dozen beers, and Ding Feimin said, “Why do you order so much? How can you drink it all.” As Zhan Mushui opened the bottle, he said, “It’s as much as you drink. There’s nothing going on tomorrow anyway. We all slept until we woke up naturally.” I have explained it to you these days, you don’t have to go to work, as long as you don’t rush me, no one rushes me. Ding Feimin said, I’m fine, you wake up and call me. After drinking a few cups, Zhan Mushui asked if Teacher Ding would like to call some old friends over? Ding Feimin said, “I don’t have any old friends, you are the one I know best in Haicheng. Friends when I was young, all contact is cut off. Zhan Mushui said, this is natural, let alone you, even if I was born and raised in Haicheng, many of my classmates and friends have stopped contacting. After all, their paths are different, and there is nothing to say when they meet. broken. After a few bottles of wine, Ding Feimin got drunk. He said to Zhan Mushui, “Minister Zhan, I have encountered something and want to hear your opinion. Zhan Mushui hurriedly said, don’t call me that, Xiao Zhan, just Xiao Zhan, if you have anything to say. Ding Feimin said, yesterday I received a call to the hotel room. Ordinarily, not many people know about my return, and even fewer know the room number. How did she know? Zhan Mushui was a little nervous, what did he say? Do you want me to check? Ding Feimin said, don’t be nervous, I’m just curious, the tone in the obedient voice seems to be an acquaintance, but it is vague and confusing. Zhan Mushui asked, is it a man or a woman? Ding Feimin said, “Female. When he heard that it was a woman, Zhan Mushui breathed a sigh of relief and joked, “Mr. Ding, maybe she is your female fan.” Ding Feimin said that she asked me to meet, but I was still hesitating. Zhan Mushui said, since he is still hesitating, let’s meet. Ding Feimin said, how do you say this? Zhan Mushui said that since he hesitated, it means he wanted to see him, but he didn’t know what to do. It is like guessing a riddle. If you are not interested, you will not guess. If you are still guessing, it means that you want to know the answer to the riddle. Since you want to know, just open it up. Ding Feimin raised his glass and touched Zhan Mushui. Minister Zhan is a penetrating person.
When he woke up in the morning, Ding Feimin was in good condition, except for his dry throat and a little big head. After he brushed his teeth and drank a cup of hot tea, his energy returned to him. He made a phone call and asked the restaurant downstairs to bring him breakfast. In the past few days, Zhan Mushui accompanies him to breakfast, and eats the snacks that he has been thinking about for many years. A person’s appetite is much more honest than his brain. He doesn’t want to go back to Haicheng, but he still thinks about the food. For example, Haicheng’s bean curd, he bought it several times online, and he always felt that it was almost meaningless. Is there any taste? Yes, it was almost something, he couldn’t tell, it just didn’t feel right. This time I came back and tasted it, and the taste was right, exactly as I remembered. It’s all ordinary food, cheap things that are common on the table of ordinary people, and the bad may be this tone. Let’s just say that last night, he and Zhan Mushui sat on the roadside and had a barbecue. What were they all, stinky tofu, potato chips, lotus root clips, and squid whiskers, oysters, Mantis Shrimp. He was most comfortable eating a bowl of potato chips. Potatoes are sliced, fried in oil, and then drizzled with a spoonful of sticky, dark sauce for a weird and deep flavor. Even with such a mature tongue, he still couldn’t analyze what was in the bowl of sauce. This taste was unique to Haicheng. When I am from my hometown, I occasionally meet and talk about this bowl of potato chips, and I always have mixed feelings. No amount of good things can equal that inexplicable bowl of potato chips. Zhan Mushui also ate a bowl. After eating, he sighed that the taste of this thing has never changed since it was a snack. It’s fine if you don’t eat it. After taking a bite, your appetite suddenly wakes up, and the delicacies of mountains and seas are all gone. Ding Feimin felt the same way. After eating breakfast, taking a shower and making a cup of tea again, Ding Feimin’s body adjusted to a comfortable state. Looking at Panhu outside the balcony, he remembered the call he received the day before yesterday. He thought he made a mistake, but the other party called out his name. The sweet female voice, listening to the thickness of the voice, must not be young. He searched his memory. Over the years, he had not contacted any women in Haicheng, except for his mother. When Zhan Ruoshui called him, he was still guessing that too little information was revealed on the phone. She said she wanted to see him, but she didn’t elaborate on the reason, she didn’t even want to say it, as if she was sure that he would agree to meet her. She said, let’s meet and talk. Zhan Mushui asked Ding Feimin, Teacher Ding, where do you want to go today? Ding Feimin said, just go for a walk. The weather these days has been unnaturally good, and even people like Ding Feimin want to go to nature. The sky is so blue, spring, sunshine and air have a unique flavor, the land seems to be full of vigorous tension, and countless secret lives are breaking out of the ground. After receiving Ding Feimin, Zhan Mushui said, Teacher Ding, look at this Where is God going? I have basically visited the surrounding area, including the ancient Jiangxinzhou and young museums, pottery, bronze, iron and various colored porcelain. They went to the mountains outside the city. After lunch, the two of them walked up the mountain slowly. They found a large, gentle rock on the mountainside. They sat and chatted for a while. After sitting for a while, the two of them lay down and narrowed their eyes, and their eyes were bright red. The body is warm, and the thighs and stomach are a little itchy. It seems that even the bacteria on the body can feel the warmth of the sun, and can’t help but be restless. Zhan Mushui’s voice softened, Mr. Ding, do you really need me to accompany you at night? Ding Feimin said, well, no, it’s not a negotiation. Then you have something to call me. it is good. Would you like to book a place for you? Call me when you’re done, and I’ll pick you up. I’ll just take a taxi, you can go back early and stay with me for a few days. It’s okay, it should be. Well, Mr. Ding — Ding — when Ding Feimin woke up, the sun was already in the west, and he was cold. He slept so well, and he had a dream that he didn’t want to talk about. Zhan Mushui still squinted. Ding Feimin sat up, this pine forest is really beautiful. It’s time for him to go back to the city, the appointment time is almost up.
When he arrived at the appointed place, Ding Feimin looked at his watch, he was ten minutes ahead of schedule. Looking at his phone again, he hadn’t received her message yet. I can wait five more minutes, Ding Feimin thought, and I won’t wait five minutes after the agreed time. She ordered the restaurant, including this small private room. This is a Japanese restaurant with a quiet and clean environment, which is also suitable for chatting. When he came in from the outside, he saw the familiar locust flower at a glance. This season, the locust flower in Haicheng can be regarded as a scenery. A water feature was also made in the small yard. The red, black, and yellow koi swim slowly in the emerald-like water. Ding Feimin sat down, he remembered his dream on the mountain in the afternoon, he dreamed of a woman. When she came in, her image and the image he had seen in his dream quickly overlapped, which made him a little excited. Seeing Ding Feimin, she put down her handbag, sat down, looked at Ding Feimin and said, I know you will come. After speaking, I poured a glass of water for Ding Feimin. I have read your book. Ding Feimin picked up the water glass and said, thank you. He sighed, he was not used to dating a strange woman alone. Over the years, as long as he goes out, there are almost a group of people around him, making it very noisy. Ding Feimin said, I’m a little curious, I don’t know what you want to say to me. She smiled, and soon you will know, of course I have something to say to you when I ask you. Apart from this, what else can we do? She said “what” very heavily, like hints and provocations. Her appearance became clear in Ding Feimin’s eyes. Although she was no longer young, she still had a charming face, especially her lips, like an abyss or a bungee jumping platform. He said nothing can be done. She smiled again, are you curious about me? Ding Feimin nodded. Soon you will know. She said, I want to tell you a story. This beginning did not surprise Ding Feimin, who had heard similar words many times. A lot of people told him in person or in messages to tell him a story and swear it would be a great novel. If you think about it too much, the real life of few people can constitute a novel. Murder and arson are very common in novels, and as ordinary people, most people will never encounter such misfortune in their lifetime. It wouldn’t be an unexpected story, he didn’t care, but would it be different if she told it? He said calmly that many people have told me stories. She said, this one I’m talking about is different, it’s very brief.
A long time ago, I met a man. Allow me to be lyrical, that was the best man I’ve ever met, and to this day, I haven’t seen a better man than him. I have dreamed of marrying him countless times. Look at me, even if I’m not pretty, I can at least be called good-looking. (No, you are beautiful, even now, you are no longer young, you are still beautiful.) He later married an out-of-town girl. It is said that the girl is from the northwest and has a herd of camels at home. The first time he ate camel’s paws and humps was at her house. I don’t know how they met, travel? pen pal? Or introduced by a friend? I do not know. He described to me her home, a small county town at the foot of the vast mountains. When they got married, I also gave them gifts, and I gave them the TV and sofa in their living room. Friends joke that I’m the most generous ex. They’re wrong, I don’t even count as an ex-girlfriend. If it is an ex-girlfriend, at least there is something to remember. He really treated me like his own sister, impeccable, but not what I wanted. They live well, no stories, no conflict, no third parties and affairs, no poverty and temptation. Originally, they could have such a wonderful life. Although I am envious, but also willing to send blessings. Later, they had a daughter. Daughter grows up and gets married. Do you think I’ve been talking for so long that I haven’t said anything at all? (No no no, you tell a good story, very literary, and the story is well laid out. We can order something to eat first, and we can talk while we eat, what kind of wine do you drink?) I used to like to drink spirits, now red wine Drink a lot. (I can, and I want a drink tonight too.) I don’t like the kid his daughter married, I know him. That’s a complete asshole. That bastard is very handsome, and has a very good job, a good income, and a very leisurely time. The little brat and I lived in the same compound. Growing up, it was so bad it was oozing pus. I found someone to teach him a hard lesson. He was about eighteen or nineteen at the time. Guess why? When I came home one day, he stopped me on the road and said that he would pay 5,000 yuan to ask me to follow him. What was this bastard thinking? I’m more than enough to do fucking. I repeatedly told the man in my heart that I must stop my daughter from marrying that bastard. But it was useless, the always obedient daughter was determined to marry. Why would that bastard marry such a girl? Not long after the marriage, he started beating her, almost every few days. Every time I beat her, it was like a fancy show, sometimes tied up and beaten, and sometimes grabbed her hair on the wine table and beat her. The more times I played, the news came out naturally. The man was so angry that he warned the bastard again and again, but it was useless, it was useless at all. The man persuaded his daughter to divorce, but the daughter refused. This is true Confused. Can you guess the reason? I still can’t figure it out. (I can’t guess, but I know the complexity of human nature, the inner world is too subtle, no one can write the correct answer. If you insist on explaining, it has 10,000 possibilities, all of which are logically reasonable. Sand table deduction is just an extension of logic. It is actually a small probability event in life. A writer’s writing often focuses on small probability events, and its uniqueness can easily arouse the curiosity of readers. Too ordinary life, we It’s hard to write, it’s too parallel to life and it’s uninteresting.) Guess what this father would do? He killed him. Yes, he killed him. It was winter and the bastard was beating her hard again. He stripped her naked, beat her hard, and pushed her out the door. It was very cold, it had snowed just the night before, and the Spring Festival was coming soon. At that time, I was sitting by the window sill drinking. In the night light, the snow was bluish gray, the branches were empty, and there was nothing. Even the resident birds who did not fly south were hiding in their nests. Every room in the compound was lit, and there was no one outside. It’s such a cold day, and it’s late at night, who would hang out in the yard. I was looking at the scenery outside the house when the girl came into my field of vision from around the corner. I thought I was dazzled, or something miraculous. Soon, I recognized her, and I loved her like a daughter. I quickly ran out the door holding a long down jacket and carried her into the house. Really, almost hug, as soon as I saw her, she was stiff there, like she lost consciousness. I put a down jacket on her and tried to help her home, but she was stiff there. I had to pick her up. When I entered the house, let alone her, I was terrified. I was shaking all over, and in my decades of living, I’ve never seen anything so bad. I was shaking with rage. She didn’t say a word, and when I asked her anything she didn’t say anything. The next morning, I called the man. My daughter was still sleeping and he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in my living room. Honestly, I don’t know how to comfort him. It was soon heard that he had murdered, and he killed the bastard with just one knife. His daughter never visits prison, I do twice a month. My story is over, she said. It makes people lose interest. ) Guess what this father would do? He killed him. Yes, he killed him. It was winter and the bastard was beating her hard again. He stripped her naked, beat her hard, and pushed her out the door. It was very cold, it had snowed just the night before, and the Spring Festival was coming soon. At that time, I was sitting by the window sill drinking. In the night light, the snow was bluish gray, the branches were empty, and there was nothing. Even the resident birds who did not fly south were hiding in their nests. Every room in the compound was lit, and there was no one outside. It’s such a cold day, and it’s late at night, who would hang out in the yard. I was looking at the scenery outside the house when the girl came into my field of vision from around the corner. I thought I was dazzled, or something miraculous. Soon, I recognized her, and I loved her like a daughter. I quickly ran out the door holding a long down jacket and carried her into the house. Really, almost hug, as soon as I saw her, she was stiff there, like she lost consciousness. I put a down jacket on her and tried to help her home, but she was stiff there. I had to pick her up. When I entered the house, let alone her, I was terrified. I was shaking all over, and in my decades of living, I’ve never seen anything so bad. I was shaking with rage. She didn’t say a word, and when I asked her anything she didn’t say anything. The next morning, I called the man. My daughter was still sleeping and he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in my living room. Honestly, I don’t know how to comfort him. It was soon heard that he had murdered, and he killed the bastard with just one knife. His daughter never visits prison, I do twice a month. My story is over, she said. It makes people lose interest. ) Guess what this father would do? He killed him. Yes, he killed him. It was winter and the bastard was beating her hard again. He stripped her naked, beat her hard, and pushed her out the door. It was very cold, it had snowed just the night before, and the Spring Festival was coming soon. At that time, I was sitting by the window sill drinking. In the night light, the snow was bluish gray, the branches were empty, and there was nothing. Even the resident birds who did not fly south were hiding in their nests. Every room in the compound was lit, and there was no one outside. It’s such a cold day, and it’s late at night, who would hang out in the yard. I was looking at the scenery outside the house when the girl came into my field of vision from around the corner. I thought I was dazzled, or something miraculous. Soon, I recognized her, and I loved her like a daughter. I quickly ran out the door holding a long down jacket and carried her into the house. Really, almost hug, as soon as I saw her, she was stiff there, like she lost consciousness. I put a down jacket on her and tried to help her home, but she was stiff there. I had to pick her up. When I entered the house, let alone her, I was terrified. I was shaking all over, and in my decades of living, I’ve never seen anything so bad. I was shaking with rage. She didn’t say a word, and when I asked her anything she didn’t say anything. The next morning, I called the man. My daughter was still sleeping and he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in my living room. Honestly, I don’t know how to comfort him. It was soon heard that he had murdered, and he killed the bastard with just one knife. His daughter never visits prison, I do twice a month. My story is over, she said. All freaked out. I was shaking all over, and in my decades of living, I’ve never seen anything so bad. I was shaking with rage. She didn’t say a word, and when I asked her anything she didn’t say anything. The next morning, I called the man. My daughter was still sleeping and he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in my living room. Honestly, I don’t know how to comfort him. It was soon heard that he had murdered, and he killed the bastard with just one knife. His daughter never visits prison, I do twice a month. My story is over, she said. All freaked out. I was shaking all over, and in my decades of living, I’ve never seen anything so bad. I was shaking with rage. She didn’t say a word, and when I asked her anything she didn’t say anything. The next morning, I called the man. My daughter was still sleeping and he smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in my living room. Honestly, I don’t know how to comfort him. It was soon heard that he had murdered, and he killed the bastard with just one knife. His daughter never visits prison, I do twice a month. My story is over, she said.
She poured Ding Feimin a glass of wine, do you think I’m telling you this story just to pique your interest? On the long wooden table are salt-grilled salmon heads, charcoal-grilled pork necks, sushi platters, geoducks and arctic sashimi. Ding Feimin raised his glass and smelled it, why not? He prepared the mustard sauce and dipped it in a piece of geoduck. It was sweet and refreshing. He didn’t expect Haicheng to have such good seafood. His emotions had calmed down, and his excitement when he first saw her had become rational. She said, what do you think of this story? Very good, Ding Feimin said, if not fictional. She laughed, would you believe it if I told you it was fiction? I believe, Ding Feimin laughed, this is like a novel, it distances itself from real life. Do you think I’m a crazy woman? Ding Feimin laughed again, so I must be crazy too. Would you like to work with me to refine the story and make it more plausible? No, I don’t want to. If this is a story, I’m not interested in it. If this is life, nothing that happens can’t be modified. The woman smiled a little shyly, so you also tell me a story? Ding Feimin remembered his eighteen years old, that deep, endless alley. The face in his memory overlapped with the woman in front of him, and the woman he dreamed of on the mountain in the afternoon. The woman in front of her had all their beautiful features.