Wedge: One of the components of a novel, but it is not necessary for a novel. It is usually added before the beginning of the story of the novel, and plays a role in causing the main text. Jin Shengtan deleted "Water Margin" and merged the original introductory with the first episode and renamed it "Wedge". And explained: "Wedges are called things out of things." It means that things A lead to things B.
I think this is exactly what I want. There are a lot of things written before, but the person who really inspired me to write this long story hasn't appeared there yet. A few years ago, when I had the idea of writing novels, I always wanted to write down those individuals who had been around for so many years and were so familiar with my heart, such as my parents, Dr. Fan's family, or the two uncles of Di Qingdisheng. Before writing, I think everyone is a novel. When I started writing, I realized that being too familiar had become a hindrance-without a certain sense of strangeness, I couldn't find the right distance to dispatch and deal with those people. They are firmly embedded in your mind, and they don't allow you to interpret, deform or make up. Friends who play billiards can better understand what I mean: when the white ball sticks to the target ball, the angle of the shot cannot be found; there must be a certain distance between the two balls to facilitate positioning and hitting.
I never thought that a person I met on the way to Luzhuang would arouse such a strong desire to write in the future. I like these accidental factors. It is said that people who are willing to walk and wander uncertain always have more chances in their hearts.
Curator Shen asked me to help Li Zhaoli take pictures of the landscape. Of course, I was obliged to do so. The night before I left, Curator Shen insisted on asking me to go out for a midnight drink, as it was a grand tour. I said that it would take a hundred miles to go to Luzhuang, which is no use. Director Shen couldn't allow me to refuse, saying that he must drink! That night, I accidentally drank a lot of wine. Curator Shen said: "Tomorrow I will get a car in the picture to pick you up." I said no, I took the shuttle bus myself.
The next day I slept until noon, got up and went to Luzhuang. Luzhuang is in Jietianlang Township, more than a hundred miles away from Jicheng. I went to the old bus station to take a ride, only to see that the old bus station had been demolished, and infrastructure construction was underway. A huge advertising cloth was hung on the scaffolding erected. The contents of the advertising cloth indicated that the old bus station would be transformed into the largest bathing center in the city. There is a project construction sign under the advertisement, drawing a project rendering. The future bathing center is a building that is not in the middle or the west. The crystal blue glass curtain wall will be covered with a red tile roof and four-cornered cornices. I heard about this from someone a few days ago, but I forgot when I came here. It's all about drinking and drinking. My eyes have become a construction site, and I can hear the ringing of wind drills and water pumps... I suddenly understand that the times are different, the transporters are not expensive to wash, and the bathing center has replaced the bus terminal.
That Nikon machine hangs around my neck most of the time. I took it down and took a few photos. Seeing me taking a picture, a man in duffle cloth standing by the air compressor not far away came over, and his helmet was pulled in his hand as a fan. He asked me what I was doing. I gave him a cigarette and asked him where the new bus station was built.
The smoking man blew out smoke and asked, "Where are you going?" I told him to go to Luzhuang. The smoking man asked where is Luzhuang? I told him that he should be in Jietianlong Township. The smoking man screamed, twisting his head and spitting out a medium-sized smoke ring toward the south.
Now, the old bus station is divided into four, scattered in the suburbs of Jicheng. I call for a taxi. The taxis in Jicheng are all green.
"How much does it cost to go to Luzhuang?"
The driver said: "Don't call the meter 180."
"Then how much does it cost to make a watch?"
"do not know."
The taxi driver took me to Chengnan Passenger Terminal. The Chengnan Passenger Station is very broken. The lines in charge here are all going to the towns in the south. As soon as I got off the train, I saw that there were only broken minibuses and relatively new agricultural vehicles. The season has entered summer, and the temperature is starting to get a little aftertaste. I was half a beat faster than the average person, wearing a thin shirt and shorts, and flipping slippers. But the driver seemed to see that I was not short of money and wanted to solicit business. He said: "Let you 12 yuan, 168. It can be seen that people like you have a tender butt, and you can't get used to riding in a farm truck."
I looked at him carefully. The driver had a rough face like a rag, with shrewdness hidden in his smile.
"Oh, how can I tell that my butt is tender?"
"You have a tender face and a thin beard, but can you still be tender?"
"But I like to use the meter. I think that the meter is the right of every passenger and the obligation of every driver." I said, "If you use the meter, I will give you 280."
"Then I can't pay, and I never use the meter when I go to the countryside. The village roads on those dog days are too bumpy, and I ran one mile to the city for five miles. There is no mental loss fee charged on the meter."
"I like to play watches. Watching the numbers jumping around, I feel a sense of accomplishment."
"I have had a concussion before, and if it happens again, it might become a habitual concussion. The watch is dead, brother, we are all alive." The driver saw that I was good at procrastinating. It's easy to do it and drove the car away.
There are four broken minibuses and more than a dozen agricultural vehicles in Chengnan Station. Signs are displayed behind the glass of the car, and they are inscribed on the walking route. I can't find Luzhuang. When I asked, he said that he was going to change trains at Jietianlong. The route signs of the three agricultural vehicles have Jie Tianlong written on them. I looked at it carefully, and one of the route cards had better writing than the other two cards. The car was empty, and another car with ugly writing had already been seated a few people. That car will go first. I plan to get into this empty car, unscrew the door, and sit in the driver's seat. I like this position, it is suitable for observation. Looking ahead, there are a bunch of people sitting on the ground playing cards. I was looking at the card player. The card player huffed up and stood up, walked toward this side, patted the car door and said, "That car will go first."
I said: "I'm in this car, not in a hurry. Are you the driver?"
The man nodded. He is young and thin. He said: "Wait a quarter of an hour, I will leave after a few laps."
"How many laps?"
"Five laps, only five laps. If you can't wait, you can take someone else's car." The driver's card friend stopped drawing the cards, and each of them stretched their necks and looked towards this side like a marmot. Until the driver slowly walked over. Many drivers will say to drive immediately, but if you lose two laps in a card game, how can you win the card field? It was still early, and the driver said to leave in a quarter of an hour, but maybe it would be an hour. The concept of time can be rounded or flattened in the minds of rural drivers in Yecheng. I knew their procrastination a long time ago, so I calmed down, plugged in my headphones and listened to songs, and even planned to sleep. The concentration of alcohol in my veins is very high, and my sleepiness is immediately incurred. Before I went to bed, I looked ahead again. Some people carrying baskets were coming in from the station door, but none of them got into the car I was in. They squeezed into the car in front of them like nails. Before knocking on my eyelids, I did not forget the Nikon camera with my hand on my chest.
When the car shook, I woke up and saw that the driver was about to start. The two-row farm vehicle has only me and the driver in the front, and the rear row is empty. Looking at the phone, the driver was only five minutes behind his promise.
"Is this open?" I was a little unwilling to believe it.
"Well, I'm not driving, maybe I'm playing a sweater?" The driver has released the clutch, and the car is leaping forward.
As the car drove out of Chengnan Passenger Station, I was going to have a chat with the driver. Only us at the front. The driver just drove the car and responded um ah ah. I think I was a little self-confident and boring, so I didn't say anything. The road surface was replaced with fried sand after the fall of last year. It was all black, and the surface was lightly shiny. Even though the ruts were densely covered, it still made people look clean. Sunlight can slightly jump, drift, and wander on the road ahead. I stared at the road in front of me for a while, and was slightly dizzy. The sun's branches and vines were multifarious, like various vines on the riverbank entwined with each other.
I couldn't help but said with emotion: "The fried sand road is still comfortable to walk on, it is much more beautiful than the asphalt road."
The driver said, "In the past, the asphalt road was so dripping oil in summer that it stuck the bird and couldn't fly, and the car rolled over. There was a pool of blood. Many snakes died on the road. Snakes that run to death at night are Those who sit on the road to enjoy the cold; those who die during the day are all directed at the birds."
"Snakes also need to enjoy the cold?"
The driver realized that he hadn't figured out the problem, so he hummed and stopped talking.
The road is very quiet. I was still a little tired, so I crossed my fingers behind my head, and looked back out of the car window with my peripheral light. The entire paddy field and the lonely trees are doing a backward movement one after another. I was drowsy, and someone beckoned for a ride on the side of the road, and the car stopped suddenly and woke me up again. The machine hanging from the neck of the man who came up. At first glance, it is known that it is a Canon EOS 400D kit. He should have also noticed the machine on my chest. I was sitting in the front row, and he seemed to stretch his head to the front and glance at it. We chatted with each other about the camera and shooting subjects, as well as the itinerary in recent days. This person also went to Luzhuang, no one invited him, he went to find the material himself.
The car drove out for about forty minutes, and after more than 70 miles, the city wall appeared on the undulating low mountain beam on the right side of the road. Seeing this city wall, I couldn't help but feel a little proud, because a large part of it was built by my mother, Xiao Guiqin.
When cycling through this section of the year, I noticed the undulating mountain beams in this area. There were old rock castles on several peaks. I stopped and asked the farmers on the roadside. They said it was a local cattle pen. But I saw that the shapes and sizes of those Yanbaozi were similar, so I suspected that there should be some connection with each other. Later, a Great Wall expert confirmed my opinion. He inspected several bullpens and concluded that there was originally a section of the Great Wall here, and those bullpens were the towers on the Great Wall. This discovery caused a sensation. It was not only rated by local netizens as the largest archaeological discovery in the history of Yecheng, but also a full-page news was published in the headline of the largest weekly newspaper in the south. The leaders of Jicheng decided to spend money to restore the Great Wall that the experts said-not only to restore, but also to repair as much as possible, and then sell it. The project is huge. The Great Wall to be repaired by the government is cut into countless sections like sausages, and the contract is issued to the builders to bid. My mother played a relationship and also marked several engineering sections. The price given by the government is 8,000 yuan per meter. My mother reselled several difficult bid sections for more than 6,000 yuan, and went to the site to preside over the repair of several sections of the Great Wall with simple topography and geological structure.
"Are there many people coming to the Great Wall?" I asked the driver.
"Uh, yes, I saw a group of disabled people with one foot climbing on crutches the other day."
"It's really evil enough."
"If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero. The Great Wall over there is high and steep and difficult to climb. The Great Wall Shengjin who climbed the Great Wall in our city can be considered as a hero." The driver talked a little bit more.
The person behind said: "When the Great Wall opened, the Propaganda Department of Hecheng invited me to take pictures. When I came, Mayor Guo personally received you, Minister Ma..." No one answered him, Mayor Guo. I don't know Minister Ma. The man said the same thing again, the driver flicked his mouth, and said, "I know."
The section of the Great Wall was not repaired too long, and the car could run for ten minutes to see the whole journey, as if it had ran from Shanhaiguan to Jiayuguan. That year, my mother was quite proud of the experience of participating in the construction of the Great Wall. From skinning snakes to repairing the Great Wall, how many gorgeous turns does she have to complete? It's so easy to know. When she got home, she said to my father, "Gu Fengnian, I don’t see it. I have repaired the Great Wall. You have a culture and you can’t even fix the toilet." Father poured cold water: "Be a second dealer and build a tofu dregs project. What are you proud of?"
There is one thing to say, in fact, my father should be considered a good hand at toilet repair. He often uses the internal structure of the toilet bowl as a physics question to test his students. After the test, he analyzes it in class and draws a schematic diagram of automatic pumping with three strokes and two strokes. His familiarity with the structure of the toilet bowl should not be worse than his understanding of his wife's body structure.
After the Great Wall was completed, my mother insisted on taking my family up to see it. Father took a look at it and said, "Reversed, all reversed." He said that the pheasant should be facing the mountain on that side, and the relatively flat area on this side was inside the Great Wall. This Great Wall was built by the Qing government to enclose land and drove the original Miao people, that is, my mother's ancestors, into the deep mountains and old forests, so the pheasant should be facing the mountain side. And now, the road drove on the flat ground here. In order to allow tourists to see the castellations on the road, the drawings were all drawn backwards. This is also the need to keep pace with the times, and now to cultivate this game is not to defend the border people, but to let tourists watch it. The gear-shaped pheasant is the most well-known symbol of the Great Wall. If it is repaired to that side and no one can see it, wouldn't it be that the model on the runway has no thighs? After a while, the reversed Great Wall really changed hands and sold, and the selling price was not low. After one round of propaganda, the Great Wall in Jietianlong has become a tourist hotspot. When I stayed in Guancheng, I sometimes rushed to dinner and met strangers asking about my hometown. I talked about Gecheng, and some of them took the ones who had been there before, and climbed the Great Wall of your Gecheng. "The momentum is still good, but it feels too new, not like an old thing." They always say that. I had to laugh secretly: Of course it’s not an old thing. Some of the sections you walked were just repaired a few years ago by my mother, and I haven’t got all the money yet.
Now, after passing through this section of the Great Wall, I remembered those things and wanted to smoke. I took out the cigarette and handed it to the driver. The driver waved his right hand and said no. I took out the betel nuts again. The betel nuts are now vacuum-packed, dry and astringent, not as chewy as the old method made by Li Zhaoli. I handed the betel nut to the driver's eyes: "Can you eat betel nut?"
The driver still shook his head.
I was a little curious: "You don't touch anything, what can you do to refresh?"
The driver said, "Uh, yes."
He put his hand into his pocket, took out a round iron box, pried open the lid with his thumb, and took out a bead-shaped sugar ball into his mouth. The sugar balls are dark in color when they are in the box, and turn light green when they are taken out.
The driver asked me: "Would you like to eat candy?"
"Throat lozenge?"
"No, mints."
"No, I'll smoke my cigarette."
To be honest, I have never seen any adult man carrying a box of mints with him and taking a pill into his mouth from time to time. The sugar granules slide on the driver's right cheek.
The driver suddenly spoke up again. He said he could eat without taking pictures. People are rich now, cameras are sold everywhere, and there are also photography functions in mobile phones. When it comes to camera, the driver thinks it is nothing more than using a frame (the driver doesn't know it is called a viewfinder) to aim at a person or something, press the index finger on the shutter (the shutter knows it), click, and it's done. What is framed in the frame is the photo. He said: "It takes a few months for a child to learn how to hold chopsticks. Take a photo and just press it. Is there anyone who can't learn?"
The person sitting behind rushed to answer. He planned to use his professional knowledge to level the village driver. When it comes to composition, light, color, etc., he also wanted to talk about the image analysis and image grasping capabilities that photographers must have. The driver was silent, with some sneers hanging from the corner of his mouth. I can see that no matter how professional the person behind is, he can only be regarded as playing the piano right now. The driver didn't want to be a bull who didn't understand anything, so he had to make an expression of contempt. I interrupted the person behind and said in another way: "Yes, if you want to make it simple, it's just a click. But if you want to say it deep, you don't see the bottom. It's like everyone knows the words, but the words are in everyone's hands The role played by the above is very different. Some people have written "Dream of Red Mansions", which is extensive and profound, but some people have written shit and typos, and the punctuation is not correct. It is like everyone has a voice. Some people can sing softly into the clouds, and some people sing their voices, and they will scare the dead to lie on the ground. Don’t all songs sing with their voices? It’s like driving a car, you dare to drive to one hundred and eighty. Ten yards? Just hit the wall as soon as you drive. But there is a foreigner named Schumacher and a foreigner named Raikkonen who dared to drive the car faster than a jet plane. Not only did they not hit the wall, they also picked up gold and silver. Sprinkle champagne everywhere..."
The driver nodded, understood now, and asked, "What does it mean to turn to the cloud?"
I said: "This is also a metaphor, which shows that the voice is very sharp and high, and it can penetrate into the sky."
The driver even said a little bit of his head that he understood. He said: "I rub the foam on the glass, the sound is high and sharp, but the sound is not good."
I found that the driver would be horny, so I had to continue to explain: "In addition to being tall and sharp, it has to be tactful, that is, it has to be turned a few times. The sound of foam rubbing on the glass is blindly sharp and I don’t know how to turn it around. Can be classified as noise."
The driver said, "Master is still knowledgeable. Just dial a little bit and I'll know everything."
"It's your own brain that is really easy to use. I don't think I understand it, but you already understand it."
The man behind was a bit displeased. He said he was from the Provincial Photographic Association and asked me which level of membership I was.
I opened my mouth and said, "From the National Association."
The person at the back asked again: "Oh, you are a local, you are the national name of a ghost, why don't I know?"
"I entered in Guangdong, and I have stayed in Guangdong all these years."
"Where did you join the National Association in Guangdong? I have many photography friends there."
"Guancheng."
"Oh? Hu Youliang, vice chairman of the Guancheng Photographic Association, I recognize, are you familiar with it?"
"Cook, I often drink night wine with that brother. He can't drink me, but he doesn't believe in evil, and always competes with me, so that every time I carry him home like a dead person."
"He doesn't seem to drink. With us, he won't drink even if the sky is broken."
"Drinking now, hit by the broken relationship, he is drinking more and more every day."
"He is about to retire, why is he still missing?"
"Dude, don't you know that this kind of love-breaking thing never distinguishes national borders and ages?" I looked in the rearview mirror, and the man was skeptical. In fact, I didn't enter any associations. If someone asks about my Nikon level, I always tell the other person, the National Association. The main reason is that there is no World Association. If there is, of course I am willing to attach to a higher level. Since the county association is suspected of bragging, what is the qualitative difference in saying that it is the World Association? The Provincial Association smiled awkwardly, saying that in this mountainous and rural area, there is still a national-style photoghost, so lucky to meet. The man had the eagerness to compete, and turned his tongue to show off his experience-he ran around, and the country also crossed a few back and forth, collecting styles, or accepting awards. Then he presented various anecdotes that he encountered while traveling around. He photographed a group of UFOs in the night sky of Yunnan that flew into the character "people" for a while, and then flew into the character for "one"; in Guizhou, he photographed tens of thousands of frogs and copper toads killed by land grabs and local people. There was a person who used frog meat as a meal every day for months and hours; people in a certain village in Heilongjiang photographed people who slept upside down on a tree at night...
When the provincial association was taking a break, I found the driver was looking at me sideways, as if wishing me to share some unexpected experiences. So, I licked my lips and posed a strange thing with them: "I once met a pair of twin brothers. I gave the parents ten dollars and took pictures of the twins. One curly hair convex forehead, one Straight hair flats the forehead, a flat nostril, an eagle-like garlic nose..."
The Provincial Association said disdainfully: "What's so strange about this?"
The driver also glanced. Compared to a UFO that flies into a single character for a while, compared to a person who sleeps on a tree hanging upside down at night, it is not unusual for the two twins to look like a common thing. I went on to say: "I posted the photos on the Internet, and some major hospitals in the provinces and cities specifically went to the door to perform DNA tests on the twins, and found out that they were half-brothers. This shows that women are powerful. , Had trouble with two men in forty-eight hours, and got pregnant both times."
The Provincial Association was disdainful, and said: "Half twins are not rare, but half twins, you must have never seen them."
"How can half-twin brothers get it out? You can tell."
The Provincial Association was at a loss for words, and he pinched his fingers and couldn't figure it out.
At this time, the driver suddenly sighed: "The issue of giving birth to some people is like a play. It gave birth to one, and it gave birth to another. But it was put on other people. It takes one life for another to give birth to a child. This world is just so unfair."
He took one thing at his fingertips and brought his emotions to the level of fairness and unfairness in the world. It is not surprising if he is a professor at Peking University. In fact, he is the driver of a two-row truck in Jietianlang Township, Jicheng. Hearing this funny tone, I then thought, is he sighing about his own experience? "Do you have kids?"
"I only had one a few years ago. I have been married for seven years, have a child and have worked hard for three or four years, and finally figured it out, but something under the crotch grows wrong."
"Born a... daughter?" I figured it out.
The driver nodded, and in turn asked if I had a boy or a girl. I said there are no children yet. The driver was a little surprised and asked me if I was married.
"separated."
He screamed.
I'm in my 30s and I'm not married yet. People in Jicheng generally get married early because the concept of "planting a tree early and enjoying the cool" spreads like athlete's foot in Jicheng. In order not to encourage the curiosity of others, I would rather say that I am divorced. Although they are all single, divorce is very different from not getting married. People can understand divorce, but they cannot understand not getting married. If it is said that there is no knot, other people will often become more curious and continue to ask questions. Why don't you knot? If the answer is vague, you might be suspected of being ill.
There is not much to ask about divorce, and it is not polite to ask.
At that time, Diqing and I had been talking unequivocally for a year, and we were still in harmony with each other, and there was occasional passion for making love. We occasionally talked about our plans to get married. But for her, more important than marriage is to make a heavyweight independent film. An artistic youth with this kind of thinking often has the urge to devote himself to art, especially after drinking alcohol. On the impulse, thinking about marriage is really insignificant. I often feel that we can't get married, and I know how to adapt.
The front is blocked again.
The journey was too smooth just now, and I faintly felt that it was wrong. When does the country road pass so smoothly? When it was about to reach Jietianlong, it was blocked. There are a lot of traffic jams ahead. Then, the car stopped and went on the road, intermittently, and sighed and moved forward ten meters. After a while, this agricultural vehicle just drove to the top of a slope, gaining a condescending perspective. I opened up in front of my eyes and clearly saw that the previous one had stopped, and the next one would move again. , Proceeding like a relay. This makes me feel that all the cars on the road are like a reptile with many knots, dying. The agricultural vehicle is just one part of the reptile. Now that I got to the top of this slope, the road was completely stuck, and the car was motionless for a long time.
The sun was scorching that day, so I climbed to the roof of the car and took pictures of the traffic jam. Then I jumped out of the car and shrank to smoke under the shade of the tree. Following in my footsteps, the province also wanted to climb on the roof and pinch a few, but the driver blasted him down. He said, "Does the roof of the car allow people to climb up to take pictures? If you step on it and you fall off, you only have to pay for the roof of the car, and I will pay for your medicine. You look better than the roof of the car. How expensive will it cost me then how can I get it?"
The Provincial Association pointed to me under the shade of the tree and said, "Didn't he climb up just now?"
"He is him and you are you, don't you think you are him?"
I heard every word that popped out of the driver's mouth very clearly, and then I realized that this buddy had been facing me for some time. In the circle of friends, I am good at speaking illogically, which can be very troublesome for people who don't know the way. Talking to someone like me with no brains, it is not easy to find in the boundless life, but the driver in front of him is one of them. Suddenly, I doubted whether we will establish an attitude of sympathy between us
The driver came over, sat down beside me, opened the iron box and threw the last sugar ball into his mouth. He is skillful in making the sugar ball draw an arc in the air, allowing light to continuously penetrate the sphere during the flight of the sugar ball, producing different refractions. In the end, the arc and refraction disappeared into the driver's mouth. The weather is too hot and the sugar balls melt quickly. There was no sign of dredging the road for a while. There are four or five cigarettes in my cigarette case, and half a bag of green fruit betel nuts in my pocket, but there are no sugar balls in his iron box.
I was thinking, what would the driver do without sugar? If he has a serious sugar addiction, and now he suddenly loses sugar, will he drive an unstable car? After the traffic jam for a long time, nearby farmers came over to sell cigarettes, mineral water, and oil cakes, but no one wanted to sell mint to passersby on a whim. Things that can't be sold will affect the cost turnover, and these hawkers on the road will accurately measure the cost to a few yuan or a few cents.
In fact, the driver had already prepared. He walked into the front of the car again and pulled out a whole bag of candy from the toolbox. He tore open the plastic bag, then peeled off the metal foil inside, and took out the sugar cubes. The mint inside is columnar and dark green, which is obviously different from the sugar ball the driver ate just now. It is not difficult to see from the cylindrical shape of the sugar cubes. In the sugar factory, the syrup is first rolled into elongated cylinders, and then cut into one by one with a knife.
The young driver didn't take the sugar into his mouth right away. When taking out the bag of sugar, the driver also pulled out a bag of things wrapped in tarp. He opened the tarp, and inside was a set of tools, including small mace, needle-nose pliers, sharpener, file, and several different types of sandpaper.
I became interested, and moved my face over there. There will always be surprises in this driver.
The Provincial Association clicked on a low tree by the side of the road and patted it. I can see that the Provincial Association is not really going to take pictures of traffic jams. It is not a good subject. Instead, it uses specific actions to protest to the driver-even if I don't climb on the roof of your car, I can still find the angle. I turned my gaze back and tied it firmly to the driver's hand. Unless the Provincial Association suddenly fell from the tree, I would divert my attention. There are always people who are full of curiosity about things that have nothing to do with them, and I happen to be one of them. None of my parents have this temperament, and I don't know where it came from. I once tried to discuss with my father: "Since the order in this world is maintained by the chatter, then the fun can only belong to the boring person." My father followed the conversation and said in summary: "I have never been able to figure out what it means. The genetic mutation can now be seen in you."
The driver carved the sugar cubes. I thought he was going to engrave, but I was wrong again. The driver first used a paring knife to make a large sample, let the cut sugar crumbs fall into a paper bag, and then slowly polished each side of the sugar with a file until the edges of the sugar cubes were seen from every angle. round. After that, the driver patiently wiped the small bumps with fine sandpaper, and the driver added a piece of pride.
"Why round off the sugar?"
"Because, um... Sugar should be a round ball. If it has edges and corners and accidentally swallows it in your mouth, it may suffocate your throat. If it is rounded, it will not stalk."
The reason was obviously that the driver was looking for it now, and he couldn't help but laugh when he spoke.
"I can't tell, your throat is quite tender."
The driver peeled out another candy, repeating each process, and the candy soon turned into a sugar ball. He handed me the sugar ball. I took the sugar ball and put it in my mouth. The sugar ball has a sweaty smell, but it is not heavy.
I said, "I feel itchy, and I want to try it."
The driver happily handed over the tool and peeled out a candy. I saw him playing smoothly, but he couldn't feel it for a while. The knife was always crooked and crooked, and he couldn't control it later, and he slashed the sugar cubes into weird shapes.
The driver comforted me and said, "It's not easy to be able to cut it like this for the first time."
I am embarrassed after all, I feel like Ah Q. Ah Q's painting is not round, and he can't cut his own round. Isn't it two brothers? The candy in my hand was so ugly that it was too ugly to be called a candy ball. I just threw it away.
The Provincial Association climbed down from the tree at some point and stood silently watching. After I finished it, he got itchy hands again, so I have to give it a try. That expression seemed to be a bit more sure to be rounder than mine. The Provincial Association’s eyes are full of brilliance at this time, and I can see how the Provincial Association wants to make it a little bit rounder than me. So when the Provincial Association filed the knife and filed, I kept reminding him: "It's wrong, this knife has gone wrong. Too much, hey, this knife is really cut too much..."
The province said angrily: "Can you close your mouth as tight as your anus?"
After all, the Provincial Association sharpened the sugar cubes, which looked a bit like the tip of a pencil. The driver laughed, he couldn't imagine anyone could cut the candy like this. It is not easy to cut a sugar cube into a round ball, but it takes enough imagination to cut it into a pencil head against the round ball.
The Provincial Association looked at the pencil tip and smiled shyly. The driver suddenly scowled his face and said sternly: "Eat!"
"Uh, good!" The Provincial Association was startled, his wrist shook, and the pencil tip was eaten into his mouth. After swallowing it properly, he felt that something was wrong, and strenuously choked out the tip of his pencil, like chewing a yellow lotus tablet that was used to treat diarrhea by mistake, and his face was puffy with bitterness.
The car continued to be jammed on the road, and the driver was not idle, and rounded up a few pieces of candy and kept them in the iron box. The car in front finally moved. He got into the car, and the Provincial Association and I naturally followed.
Luzhuang is not far from Jietianlong, a ten-minute drive away. Both the Provincial Association and I agreed to add a few dollars, and the driver drove the car directly to Luzhuang. When the driver received the money, I asked him to call. I said that I might have to run around Jietianlong for some time, and I might charter a car. The driver left his phone to me.
I asked his name. He said his name is Jiang Biao. Asked him which two words were, he still had sugar in his mouth, and was too lazy to say, suddenly he tiptoed and painted on the ground, Jiang, Biao.