Four or five years ago, there was a period of time when I went back and forth between Guancheng and Jicheng. At that time, my parents were having a divorce. I didn't bother to care about it, but Di Sheng always said that you should go back and have a look. You are just the same parents. Disheng is my boss. He cares so much. I am embarrassed to be indifferent. I nodded. He immediately asked the secretary Xiaotu to buy a train ticket for me... Yes, I want to tell Disheng, I’m just the parents, you two Correct? I know his parents too. Although Diqing and I were not married at the time, they had already assumed that Dr. Fan was Lao Zi by default, so I didn't say this.
Everyone came from neighbors, and they all lived in the dormitory of the Chinese Medicine Hospital behind the Fubo Temple in Jicheng. Dr. Fan said that I was a childhood sweetheart with Diqing, but Diqing is four years older than me. I remember that she likes to be arrogant to me and Disheng; Disheng is always inseparable when we play together, but both of them are men. The relationship is not easy to say that it is a childhood sweetheart.
That year, the aircraft from Yecheng to Guangzhou had not yet opened. Now the airport in Tianlong at the border of Yecheng was formerly a military airport that was abandoned in the early period of the "Cultural Revolution." , No matter how you drive, you can't turn it over. At that time, the only way to travel between Guancheng and Jicheng was by train, which took 24 hours and 12 minutes. I actually enjoy the slow rhythm on the train. This rhythm is suitable for me to think about something at will, let the memories roam endlessly, and at the same time no one is nagging or arguing in your ears.
Saying that my parents are getting divorced, which has been going on for more than 30 years, no longer surprises me at all. I have formed a conditioned reflex of the word divorce early on. At first, I even thought it was my name. It was so often spoken by my parents anytime and anywhere. As soon as I heard it, I pulled my head and looked around, looking for a voice. Source, open your mouth and wait for something to eat. But I can’t wait for food. What I hear next is quarreling and smashing things. My parents have struggled in this way for so many years, so I believe that a man and a woman can walk together, either by fate, or an enemy. Over time, there is not much difference between the struggle of an enemy couple and the lingering of a loving couple, each has its own taste. According to this, at certain extreme moments, I even think that people should get married twice: in the first half of their lives, they should find someone to be an enemy, and the fight is exhausted; in the second half of life, they will be replaced by another, and after going through difficult and tortuous struggles, can they better enjoy that. The bitterness is lingering.
My delay in getting married is obviously related to my childhood experience. How could a person who mistakenly thought that his name was Divorced from an early age could easily get caught up in marriage
When I took the train back to Gecheng, I thought more about the past of my parents.
My father Gu Fengnian, male, 69 years old at the time of divorce, now 73 years old, is a senior middle school teacher. He studied mathematics at university and can also teach physics and chemistry. He is best at raising crickets and fighting. My name is Gu Ya, and my father raised a tail of crickets. He used to beat Invincible Hand in Yecheng. He gave it the name Gu Xiaoya and another nickname called Man Zai. One night, he won three fights in a row, which allowed his father to earn three clamshells. That night, my father drank Gu Xiaoya's celebration wine and drank it, somehow he choked it into the cricket jar. Gu Xiaoya ate what he choked out, and foamed in the mouth early the next morning. His hands and feet were cold and he was unsaved. My father had been unsuccessful for at least half a year.
My mother, Xiao Guiqin, female, is 56 years old. She used to be a self-employed person. Now she is called an entrepreneur. She has a wide range of business. She stripped snakes before and sold parallel imports in Fujian. Now she runs restaurants and engages in building materials companies to contract construction projects, even including the Great Wall. -It doesn't mean playing mahjong, building the Great Wall in a straightforward manner. It wasn't the Great Wall that Meng Jiangnv had cried and collapsed. That Great Wall couldn't help her repair, and she was not old enough. The Great Wall she built is within the territory of our city.
It’s said that when I was two years old, I figured out how divorce was going. Before that, I only knew that the clamoring noise was caused by my parents smashing things during a fight... When I was about seven or eight years old, my father told me, It was Xiao Guiqin who smashed things, not him, because Xiao Guiqin was uneducated. But I was early at that time, and I already understood the principle of listening and understanding, and I didn't fully believe what he said. At that time, the incident of my parents smashing things during a quarrel had become a joke and spread around Fubo Temple. The details were told by a few good people. Hearing the quarrel, they walked in with a caring expression. Seeing that my parents were arguing violently, they persuaded them and said, "Brother, brother and sister-in-law, we don’t persuade you if you quarrel. Something. People are angry, don't wash the pots and pans to get through." Of course my mother smashed the bowl when she heard such a flirtation. After the bowl was smashed, the good guy hurriedly protected the hot water bottle and said: "It's fine if you smash the bowl, this can't be smashed, this one costs a few dollars." So the thermos bottle was also smashed. At that time, there was basically nothing more valuable than a thermos in the house, or else, with the spirit of my mother, Xiao Guiqin, the picture could not be missed. After smashing out a piece of debris, the two calmed down, sat down, and discussed what to buy tomorrow. Life is going to go on, and you can’t get divorced just because you smashed something. At that time, divorce was rare in Hecheng. The chance of getting a Tsinghua Peking University entrance was even smaller. If you want to get a divorce, you must go through organizational investigations, leaders' inquiries, women's federation mediation, and the relationship is broken. It's not a joke.
Those who do good things are rumored outside that both of them smash things, but Mr. Gu is a little more educated and only smashes the bowl but not the thermos.
At that time, Diqing and Disheng heard these remarks and told me later. I didn’t see it, because when I was sensible, my parents planned to have a fight, so they said to me first: "Ya Cub, you go to Dr. Fan’s house next door, we have something." Of course, it may not be all quarrels, sometimes it’s a big deal. They want to have sex during the day, and they have to push me away. The dormitories of Fubo Temple Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine are so cramped, each with only two bedrooms. Before I was seven years old, I slept in a room with my parents. The wall was nailed with shelves in the other room, with cricket jars on top and layers of snake cages underneath.
Di Sheng was only one year older than me, and was unable to repeat what he heard clearly. Diqing is four years older than us. She can imitate things in a decent way and imitate my mother's dynamics of smashing things—lifting things up, jumping with her feet, and screaming "ahhhhhhhh" in her mouth after smashing them down. Her imitated movements were like huddling my armpits, and it wouldn't work if she didn't laugh.
And when I was two years old, I figured out what divorce is all about. This is what my father told me. My father praised that I have used my brain since I was a child, love to observe, and ask strange questions, such as why in spring two dogs will connect buttocks to buttocks together, such as why a tractor has to spin a few times like a spinning wheel before it can drive away. , For example, what is divorce. My father always replied vaguely: "That's called 嬲, you will know it when you grow up." "It's not called spinning, it's called starting. Come on, read to me, Buddha Afa, Daddy move." My father said I was two years old. I often asked him what the divorce was about, and asked repeatedly, his eyes gleaming for knowledge. My father was finally annoyed by the questioning, so he had to tell me: "Divorce means that the man and the woman can't make ends meet, and they want to separate, just like me and your mother." According to him, I nodded and said to him. "Well, you divorce first, and I will divorce my mother." My father admitted that he was comforted and moved when he heard these words. He hugged me and said, "Good boy, it's not in vain."
When I was a teenager, I would not be willing to be distracted by a word from my parents. They asked me to go to Dr. Fan's house, and I said, "You quarrel, don't care about me. See what tricks you can make." They both thought about it. They have both been for so many years, how can they hide it? They quarreled in front of me. I felt painful when I watched it at first, but slowly learned to appreciate it, tilting my head and watching. Still smashed things during a quarrel. After fighting for so many years, both of them have experience in fighting. They only smashed their father's books, and that thing can be smashed back and forth again and again, and there is no need to look back and buy them. Sometimes, Di Qingdi, who is next door, came to my house when she ran into them and quarreled. I feel very shameless, so I will say to my parents: "Stop arguing, just get divorced. I don't follow anyone, you just pay me alimony." When I said that, I felt that I was very strange and very interesting. personality. Di Qing also mentioned this point later. She said that she was surprised when she heard such words and felt that I was really different.
My father thought I had been towards him. He is educated and always has an inexplicable sense of superiority in front of his mother. In fact, I know in my heart that I was fortunate to have an uneducated mother since I was a child. Because of her ignorance, she also gave me a lot of tenderness that a cultural mother can't give me. I remember that my mother's breasts were at least three fists as big as my father. I was several years old, and my crotch pants were sewn on. She still let me breastfeed. When I tease her clothes, she will ignore it, and let me squeak my nipples while wearing my sweater. Sometimes the sound was too rampant, and she couldn't help but say: "Take it lightly, you are starving to death, and no one is robbing you." Although my mother did not beat me less, people from the rivers and lakes gave me the nickname "Blacksmith Lady". But what I can remember better is the tender part of her. Since my father is a teacher, of course I can’t see this kind of scene. He cursed at me: “It’s really embarrassing, what kind of words.” The mother couldn’t hear this, she said to his father: “Don’t pretend to be there, you can eat well. People can't eat it?" The mother can't understand her father's pretense, but she can't use words such as pretense, pretense, and hypocrisy. When she doesn't understand it, she always says that her father is pretending to be someone.
The father was convinced that he was a human being, and he couldn't figure out why his mother always scolded him for "pretending to be a human". This was logically wrong, but he was too lazy to talk to her about Chu, so he rolled his eyes and said, "I am too lazy to be as knowledgeable as you." Xu Shake a shot and walk away.
The next door Di Sheng had no such luck. He came to my house and saw that I ate my mother's nipple in his mouth so easily, and he even made a slick sound. How could he not have a hot eye? When he returns home, he will also pick up his mother's clothes. His mother, Accounting, Hu is a gentle woman, as written in ancient books, she is always sick and frowning. Accounting Hu didn't let Disheng pick up his clothes, but he would not scold him. He would just pat his hands away and put his face aside, trying to make him suddenly realize what self-consciousness is. He had to keep an inch and continued to slap. It's a pity that his sister Di Qing always stands up to do bad things for him. Di Qing couldn't see the ugliness of Di Sheng, so angry that she pulled Di Sheng aside and yelled at him: "You little rascal, you are really shameless. You are going to be in elementary school. What are you pretending to be tender? Hey!" Di Sheng said depressed, "Gu Ya eats every day." Di Qing said, "I don't want to learn, but I'm ugly. What the hell does it do? The fuck is a snake. If you want to eat it, you can go. When her cub is good." Accounting Hu frowned and said, "Diqing, don't say that about people, neighbors and neighbors, it's not good for people to hear it."
Di Qing is right, my mother really stripped snakes. She is not from Jicheng, but was found when my father was transferred to Guanglin County. Her household registration is filled with the Miao nationality, but she doesn't believe it herself. My grandfather and grandmother are all of the Han nationality who are rooted in a red-miao-zheng, who gave birth to a total of ten times, and ended up supporting six children. Guanglin County was changed to Miao Autonomous County in 1988, and anyone born in Guanglin can be changed to Miao. Grandpa and grandma are getting older, and changing the nationality will not bring any benefits, so they don't bother to change. And three of the six children worked in agriculture, and three went to the city. Considering that the conversion to a minority group can get preferential policies, the Miao people who went to the city were completely changed. What will my grandparents think? So, I have to say that these real weird things at home have made me a national nihilist. In my opinion, the national element is like a costume. Once you take it off, I can wear it without being too serious. When I was about to be secretly proud of this understanding, I heard people say that a man named Lenin had long expressed similar views: The process of world development is also the process of national demise. Alas, what you say is true, what you say is true! There are many similar things that disappoint me. As my father said, because I am good at observing, I often make discoveries. However, my self-righteous new discoveries soon realized that they were spitting people.
For example, the same is true for the first nocturnal emission. That day, this incident happened suddenly and unexpectedly. At that time, I thought I had a disease that was unique in the world, and the emptiness after spermatorrhea made me feel independent. I don't know when the disease will come next time, but I suddenly have expectations and anxiety in my heart.
When the parents got married, they were half-households. My mother followed her father to Yecheng without a job. First she went to work as a worker in the cafeteria of her father’s school, fought with others, was warned, remembered and fired. It is not a way for the father to leave her mother at home for leisure. As soon as she is free, all kinds of things will happen. The father has to get her mother into a trading company to strip snakes through relatives. At that time, there were many snakes in Jicheng, and the farmers picked them up on the fields and stilts, saved them, and saved a certain amount into the city and sold them to trading companies. Selling less is not enough. The price of snake collection is very cheap, and the price is not affected by market rules, and will not fluctuate. The peasants picked up four and five and went to the city to sell them, delaying their work. I love to see snakes in a trading company's snake library. Twisted snakes pile up taller one by one. I also love to see her mother's dexterity in peeling snakes. She wrapped a blade around her thumb with rubber, and pierced the snake's head on the case with a cone. The fingers were lightly stripped and peeled, making a crackling sound, as light as for a snake. Take off a layer of robe. The flesh of the snake is very white, and it will be twisted for a while after peeling off the skin, and it will fall apart. Snake skins are sold to Guangdong. Except for my own province, I know that the second province on the national map is Guangdong. At that time, Guangdong gave me the impression that everyone was dressed in snakeskin clothing. When shopping, they took out a snakeskin bag and a few snakeskin money. The remaining snake meat is treated internally as production waste, and people in the trading company can buy it with a work permit for a dime and eight cents a catty. At that time, I ate too much snake meat, which made me want to eat pork very much. Pork has oily water. In addition, the snake meat eats too much, the old centipede in the family, I am often bitten by the centipede. My father taught chemistry class and told me that centipede poison is only oxalic acid. Although it is painful, it is not a big problem. The way to detoxify is to wash with alkaline liquid, such as a soak in your own boy's urine. My bladder is more punctual and can't come out anytime. Unlike some children who pee after a few hushings, they always pee, and even hush them. Besides, centipedes often bite where they can’t urinate. Once I bit my scalp at Baihui acupoint. If I take urine to get drenched, I have to go to the acrobatic team to learn how to handle bowls. I have eyes on the top of my forehead. I adjust my head when something falls. Pick it up locally. Mother has a simple and easy way. She spit and wiped her wounds, and the effect was immediate, and she shouted in response. She was bitten by a snake when she was stripped of a snake. The colleague who was stripped of the snake was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment several times. Since then, antibodies have been produced in her body, which is not toxic.
Although my mother was uneducated, she knew how to generate income and subsidize her family. She and her colleagues quietly brought the snake seedlings home to raise them, and found the rules when they raised a lot of snakes. They got the contraceptive medicine mixed in the snake’s food and let it eat. Let them forget about seasonal changes and estrus mating, and focus on being long. When it grows to a certain extent, I ask my uncle to come into the city from the countryside of Guanglin to help, and carry the snakes box by box to the trading company to sell. She also knows how to have a good relationship with the master who collects and weighs snakes, and when she passes a pack of cigarettes, the black snake sells the price of the king glasses.
Four or five years ago, my parents divorced very frequently. I went back a few times to deal with errands, but I didn't expect them to really leave. This is related to my father's character. He is a arrogant person who can bear his wife's ignorance and bring her into the city as a half-household, but can't bear her ability to be bullish every day and compare himself. Of course, the deeper reason is that their friends will eventually get together.
Speaking of my father's loftiness, he is also very famous. He has been unwilling all his life, but he is a big cannon. He is famous in the education system of Yecheng for his daring to scold leaders. Hu Shuanzhu, the principal of their middle school, was prevented from coming to Taiwan several times. They are all familiar with each other, and they are all part of Hunfubo Temple. Hu Shuanzhu is the elder brother of Accounting Hu and the second uncle of Disheng. Hu Shuanzhu was not educated and skillful, but he was a bastard. He took a fake diploma and entered the school to teach. Later, his brother Hu Shuanliang's brother-in-law became the deputy mayor, and he also changed his mind and became the head of the middle school. Even if he became the principal, my father still didn't take him seriously, and he still maintained a psychological advantage in front of Hu Shuanzhu. Although Hu Shuanzhu is not good at teaching, he is a good hand in setting the rules after taking office. He doubled the provisions of the daily behavior norms. The first is "no shorts at work." Hu Shuanzhu first announced this at the faculty meeting, and my father raised his hand to speak. With permission, my father stood up, and he questioned: "Principal Hu, can I wear shorts in it?"
Hu Shuanzhu said, "That's called underwear."
"Then your underwear is shorts or trousers? If it is trousers, comrades, our Principal Hu doesn't wear shorts." My father laughed and said, "But I'm used to wearing shorts, don't wear shorts. If so, the wind through the crotch will blow that thing out of rheumatoid arthritis, what's the matter?"
His father is bloody, he will not make money if he is rich, and he is not afraid of officials, so he is destined to be unwilling for a lifetime. If he can succeed, the premise is that all Hu Shuanzhu and his like wear underwear to transform into Superman and fly away from the earth in a swarm.
That time, since my parents were really divorced, I couldn't leave and stayed in Jicheng. Mother helped me to clear up the relationship and let me go to work in the group art gallery. Because I can both write and take pictures. Although the two are separated, neither of them stand out, but in the cultural circle of Jicheng, most of the writers can’t handle the camera. They can take pictures. They often even take pictures. The names of the works are scratching their heads. I don't have the talent for doing these things, and I also have boy skills, and I get started early. My father is a teacher, he is very energetic, and he has to make me specialize in life and death.
When I was young, my father gave me a supplementary lesson in physics and chemistry in advance, and I was disappointed to see that I didn't have the mind to study science as a student. He always tells me about his previous brilliant achievements, and he feels unhappy after he got second grade. He also said that he has been a role model for elementary school students throughout the county for years, and he is often sent to village schools to give reports. Other children always rush to follow suit because of admiration. He changed into a red scarf. At that time, he didn’t sign, and exchanged red scarves to show respect. Because... My father said seriously, the red scarf is a corner of the red flag, dyed red with the blood of revolutionary martyrs.
He set an example, but he couldn't get immediate results. Once I took the exam, I could only score so much. Since my father hated that iron can't make steel, he slapped the bell, even if it couldn't be hard, he still shook it. He pressed me to write a diary and write essays every day. He asked a colleague who teaches Chinese to help me change it, and then he always mailed it to the Yicheng Daily. It was not adopted in the first few years, and there was no reply. A few years later, a student of his father was transferred to the Yicheng Daily. The student used to be a top mathematics student. After suffering from an encephalitis, his intelligence was insufficient and he switched to liberal arts. Now he is still a writer. With the help of my father, a disciple, I published several sets of essays and poems in the supplement of the Yicheng Daily at the age of 15, and a few pictures in the Yicheng Daily at the age of 16. As a result, there are some people in Hecheng. Know my name.
People of the older generation like to attribute the success or failure of many things to heredity or some unusual phenomena. For example, when I published an article in the Yicheng Daily, it was rumored that there were four spines on my head. Later, after Disheng was admitted to Tsinghua University, there were rumors in the Fubo Temple area that he had eight spins on the top of his forehead, four forward spins and four reverse spins.
At the beginning, my father pressed me to write the article, but I gradually became fond of it. Even at this moment, relying on the self-confidence gained by publishing a few pieces of tofu in the Yicheng Daily, I actually had the urge to write a lengthy novel. This impulse is related to the example power of Dr. Fan next door. In the Fubo Temple area, Diqing’s father, Dr. Fan, fits the image of an intellectual in my mind. Every time I go to their Fan's house, Dr. Fan either gets his pulse at the Chinese Medicine Hospital or reads and writes at home. He reads mostly thread-bound books. When I go to their house at night, I always see him spreading manuscript paper on his desk to write articles. His manuscript paper is twice as large as the letterhead that his father took home from the work unit, eight open, and 500 squares on each sheet. He writes vertically with a pen, from right to left, in the same format as a thread-bound book. This made me in awe, because other people wrote horizontally, from left to right, only he dared to go against others. After his guidance, I learned that he always writes a lot more strokes than others. When others write only three strokes, he can write ten strokes; when others write one stroke, he would have to spend twelve strokes. . Di Qing told me that Dr. Fan was annotating an ancient medical book in school, a classic on the medical techniques of the five sense organs. There are thousands of characters in the original book, and Dr. Fan can churn out hundreds of thousands of characters from these ten thousand characters, and he can only write them in the traditional traditional characters, otherwise the article will run flat. When Di Qing said this, I have no doubt. Since he can write complicated and complicated characters in one picture, he can definitely dilute those ten thousand characters, just like mixing malted milk essence with water. The amount of malted milk essence is not important. There is always enough water. Diqing also quietly told me that the publishing house will publish Dr. Fan's book and publish it. The book is like a textbook, and everyone holds a copy. I asked Diqing what school notes are, and she succinctly said that only her father could understand the book and no one could understand it. Therefore, Dr. Fan has the obligation to write that book in a language that others can understand. Upon hearing this, my admiration for Dr. Fan took a step further. I looked at the thick manuscript paper with a ruler piled up on Dr. Fan's desk, and felt that only sitting behind the desk and writing and copying quietly is a decent way of living. My father fought crickets and my mother stripped snakes. Of course, I was ashamed to compare it with Dr. Fan.
In a few years, my mother's business gradually spread out, earning more and more money, and Dr. Fan was always writing his book, endlessly. After he retired, he only watched four or five sick numbers a day at home to earn some money for petrol and salt. Then he thanked his guests and spent more and more time writing books. Accountant Hu began to complain about him. He kept telling him what was going on with Xiao Guiqin now, calling him really lazy, not doing business every day, and only prescribing prescriptions and not selling medicine. Of course, Dr. Fan is still content, if he doesn't, he will collapse in my mind.
One year during the Spring Festival, my two siblings, Diqing Disheng and I returned to Jicheng from Guancheng. Disheng called and told me to go to his house on the second year of the junior high school, saying that this was what Dr. Fan meant. When I went to his house, I was thinking about why Dr. Fan suddenly wanted to invite me to dinner. After the meal, Dr. Fan dragged me into the study. There was still a pile of manuscript paper on the desk, and the book was still not finished. I still have full respect for him, thinking that a man should do something endless.
"Gu Ya, you are a smart person. You probably understand what I mean." I didn't understand, but nodded. I don't want to appear stupid in front of people I respect. Dr. Fan spoke straightforwardly: "Okay, I won't go around with you. You and Diqing are not young anymore, are you thirty-one? You grew up together, childhood sweethearts, maybe too familiar but separated, some things The top plug and the bottom block can’t be smooth. Then I’m an old thing to puncture this layer of window paper..." Seeing that I didn’t respond, he said again, "Disheng told me that you were right when you were fourteen or five. Diqing has a good impression, is there such a thing?"
My face blushed secretly. I know what Disheng is referring to. I think about Diqing, Diqing is so familiar, I can remember her delicately anytime and anywhere. Looking at what Dr. Fan was expecting, I said, "Uncle Fan, I'll listen to you. As long as Diqing is willing, what can I say."
"Don't worry, I'm sure on her side, so I told you this."
I didn't expect that the affairs of a lifetime would be settled by Dr. Fan in a few words. After returning home that day, I realized that Diqing and I might become husband and wife. She talked about a few men in Guancheng, but unfortunately they all ended up without problems; she also knew which women I had soaked in. In Guancheng, we often met and brought our friends together. Those friends who have been with each other come and go in a hurry, but the few of us have been in contact. I don't know what it would be like to live with Diqing, what it would be like to lie on a bed, make love, she is quite assertive, and I happen to be more casual. I thought that at least we wouldn't be like my parents, arguing around for three days, so I was a little relieved.
In the year my parents divorced, I returned to Yecheng to work in the Qunyi Hall. Although Curator Shen was once a student of his father, I know that my mother played a key role in getting this job. Although people are only interested in making money now, if you go to a group art gallery or a literary federation to seek a position, you will find that there are still so many literary and artistic activists.
It's work, but it's really easy. I arrange it myself when I'm fine. Except for the New Year's party and cultural activities, I need to take photos, write sketches for the troupe of the group art museum, and run two literature and art publications a year. Basically, there is nothing for me. Not only me, but everyone else in the unit is equally leisurely. In Jicheng, I know a few acquaintances, all of whom seem to have a unit. In fact, it’s rare to work for a few days throughout the year, playing cards and rubbing in mahjong halls or teahouses every day, and everyone puts a wad of money at the table. After a while you give me some money, and then I pay you some money again. The cycle is endless. Over time, the money is consumed on the tea list.
Curator Shen doesn't go to work either. He and a friend have been haunting the social places in Yecheng all day long. If I have something to ask him-I just started working, there are more formalities to go through. Every time you call him to go through the procedures, he says that you have completed the documents, and you want me to sign a draft of any comments, and I will stamp it for you. Curator Shen hung Zhang Zi on his butt and took it wherever he went. It's an Atomic Chapter, so you don't need to dip it in inkpad. I asked him to stamp. He could help me sign the seal at the dinner table, and he tried to cover each chapter clearly and roundly. He blew with his mouth, and then waved his hand to sign the monogram: Shen Ermen . He wrote in a minimalist style, and at first glance he thought it was signed by a Japanese. After signing, he sometimes dragged me to accompany me to dinner, saying that since he is here, he always has to do the reception work. I think so, since there is a unit, the class is always on the first. Curator Shen has a unique skill to make dog meat. The dog meat he prepares needs to be peeled and sliced into pieces, like eating beef tripe. It is marinated in a soup pot and then chewed in the mouth. The sound is as crisp as raw chewing. Bud white pole. Every time Yu Ganpin, a great painter who had gone out of Jicheng, came back, he ordered to eat the dog meat prepared by Curator Shen, and then packed the cut pieces of dog meat away. After eating too much dog meat, Yu Ganpin drew an "Old Shen Cooking Dog Picture" and presented it to Curator Shen. After a satisfying taste, he talked about his gratitude. The large-scale painting can be hung to cover a wall. The painting is curator Shen wielding two kitchen knives topless, and fighting vigorously with a group of fresh and vicious dogs. There are many floating pens in the gaps of the picture. , That's dog hair flying around. The painting has a length of feet, one person is tall, and the caption is as many as several hundred words. It seemed to mean that curator Shen was hospitable, and there were so many guests who hadn't prepared enough food for one day, so he ran to the south of the city to kill the jackals, and finally slaughtered all the dogs, and returned home with a big feast. This is what Master Yu himself said. If he doesn't say it, those who have the foundation of seal script can recognize a dozen characters, and those who study oracle bone inscriptions can recognize a little more. Some people are willing to buy more than 100,000 yuan, but curator Shen refuses to agree. He drank and told me that Master Yu probably hadn't been tossing for a few years. After he died, the price of the painting could at least turn around. At that time, he himself will have retired, and the money for selling paintings may be able to open a few shops in the good dock and open a dog meat restaurant.
Then he said: "Of course, I hope the old man will live a long life."
Curator Shen loves to drink, and when he drank too much, he patted me on the shoulder and screamed like brothers and sisters, making me feel more cordial. I know that it is my blessing to encounter such a leader who does not like to give instructions but only loves to find people to drink, and does not stand up but loves to be brothers and brothers.
Director Shen seldom finds me, but I find him more often. One day Curator Shen took the initiative to call and asked me to help. He said: "Gu Ya, my brother-in-law is engaged in a tourist business in Luzhuang, asking someone to take pictures of landscapes and make them billboards to hang in the city. Are you busy lately? If you are not busy, please do me a favor. He My name is Li Zhaoli, he is a cheerful person and will not treat you badly."
I said, "Chancellor Shen, just speak up, and I can go anytime." I am willing to do something for the curator Shen, even if it seems to be flattering, it is also from the bottom of my heart.
Besides, I have known Li Zhaoli a long time ago. I remember that he was handsome and had a lot of muscles, and he almost turned his pectoral muscles into breasts. He plays basketball very well, serves as a guard, revitalizes the team, and is well-known throughout the city. Although Li Zhaoli did not work in his unit, every May 1st municipal government organised a basketball game, and the units always rushed to introduce him as a foreign aid. He is not tall, but can slam dunks. He jumped more than five feet high, first stretched into a reverse bow shape, then bent forward into a forward bow shape, snapped, and fed a big ball into the basket. More than ten years ago, I went to the downtown square to catch the ball on May Day, watching one by one. There are five or six basketball courts in the square. There are many games, and several games are often played at the same time. I will definitely watch the game where Li Zhaoli played. I saw the end from the beginning. I didn't realize that I was a fan of him, and I didn't have the habit of signing a small book. Besides, his writing is not good, I have read it often. His profession is to set up a stall selling bulk betel nuts at the corner of Yangguang Paving Road. There is a horse manure paper sign in front of the stall, and the book "Authentic Xiangtan Nine Betel Nuts" is written, and the fragrance, sweet fragrance, and burnt fragrance are also written underneath. Type, anxious type, etc.
Li Zhaoli cut each betel nut into three pieces, two large pieces with two corners and small pieces with one corner and five. After paying, he asks which fragrance you like, and then uses a dropper to put a few drops of the ancestral secret recipe of brine into the betel nut slices. Every time I go, I buy a pack of bitter bitter type. Li Zhaoli lit the marinade and always said: "Okay, brother, I only eat bitter bitter type." I chewed bitter betel nuts and tasted carefully. After what he said, I heard that he was somewhat celebrity-conscious, setting his example, his favorite fragrance is the guarantee of quality.
In my opinion, "don't be afraid of not knowing the goods and be afraid of comparing goods" is a well-known saying that can be included in the "Analects of Confucius". At that time, the NBA had not steadily delivered programs to CCTV, and CCTV had only one channel. As soon as there was a live event, Song Shixiong's glass-wiping voice lingered in his ears. At that time, people in the city's basketball game still looked enthusiastic. Li Zhaoli will also turn around to make a jumper from the bottom line, and the audience applauds loudly, not to mention a slam dunk. I thought that the slam dunk was invented by him, unprecedented.
One May Day one year, I still watched football in the city center square. Li Zhaoli's municipal party committee was wearing the No. 1 jersey that year. Once, after he dunked the basket, he grabbed the basket and hung in the air. After letting go, he stepped on the basketball that had landed first. He hadn't practiced the technique of stepping on a ball by a bear. As soon as the soles of his feet slipped, he fell on his stomach. He hurt his face, and after healed, half of his face slowly shrank. Even under the big sun, his face looked uncertain. The man is a good person, his face is disfigured, and he just asks the city committee of the regiment that hired him to pay for the medical expenses. He never mentions lost work or nutrition, let alone mental damage. At that time, people were ashamed to care about money too much. Li Zhaoli must also think that the injury was caused by his poor technique and deserved it.