Well, since Teresa is mentioned, it is nostalgic. Nostalgia is an interesting thing. Once you think about it, it's as if you're looking at a mirror in the Children's Palace. The features of the body are desperately enlarged or extremely reduced, exaggerated to the point of a personal attack. It's like saying that Lily of the valley has just left for a few days, and I want to remember her appearance, and I always have to click on the camera to take a look at the photos; but twenty years ago, on the moonlit night, the shadowy scenes I saw under the walnut tree, But I can find it in my head at any time. Diqing is now in her 30s, and she has devoted herself to her career and has no time to maintain her. Although she looks old-fashioned, the kind of memory she left to me will always be more vivid than that of every active adolescent girl.
Many years later, there was an article exposing Teresa Teng as a spy, but the news did not make people angry. More important than the facts, this beautiful spy has provided more wonderful memories than the combination of so many ethical and artistic veterans in the literary and artistic circles. If she is really a spy, I think it would be great if she could be lurking in Jicheng and our Fubo Temple back then! In that case, we can see the green skins of Quanji City rushing to Fubo Temple to fight for this woman every day. There were few gangster movies in Hong Kong at that time, and the fights we witnessed exploded. They were all poor at that time, and they had to use their fists to fight for beautiful women. Now that robbing women is replaced with money, it is not a depravity, but is in line with the views of social Darwinists. Looting is always a transition to barter, and bartering develops to a certain scale, which will inevitably form a general equivalent. Generally equivalent, the name of the ancestor of Qian is a little too long. Money, the spelling of Fanqie is: Wife and I-Money. Hey, the couple got together for this thing.
In Luzhuang, life flies quickly, all day long, I get up to take pictures, sit down to make up folk songs, eat and sing, drank enough to sleep in the evening, my eyes open and it is a new day. At night, Luzhuang was too quiet to be afraid of people. Lying on the bedside was very suitable for random thinking, so I couldn't help but regret that there was no nude picture of Lily of the valley in the camera, otherwise, her 34D breast should be able to shine in the darkness. With regrets, I began to expect her to call me and ask me to take pictures outside. Although a girl, especially the sand bridge girl, does not have to take it seriously, I would rather believe it. Still regretting this one night, Di Qing called and said that she was coming to Jicheng by train. She asked me to meet tomorrow and had something to say. I said: "I have something to say on the phone." She said: "I really can't see it, now your wings are stiff, and you like to make your own way." I haven't discussed with her about my work in Jicheng. She came back, maybe Xingshi asked the crime. In fact, I had to discuss with her one night, and as soon as the phone was connected, I heard that she was drunk. Without waiting for me to speak, she excitedly told me that a South Korean film festival had invited her to participate. I asked: "Is it not reimbursed for travel expenses?" She was not very happy, and yelled at me: "Can you not mention money? Do you understand art? People who make enough money always have to go to heaven. When people go to heaven, Rely on art to build a bridge.” So I knew that although the invitation was sincere and sincere by the Koreans, the money was still paid by the students. The business is still to be discussed, but I was rather cold and asked her: "People are going to heaven, the bridge seems to be called Naihe Bridge?" She snapped the phone off.
No way, I rushed back to Yecheng as a good friend who knew each other in Luzhuang. My family moved away from Fubo Temple a long time ago and lived in a middle school dormitory. After the housing reform, the apartment was bought by my father. I opened the door and walked in, the sound of mahjong at home came one after another. After the divorce, my father Gu Fengnian's interests changed drastically and he gave up his hobby of fighting cricket for decades. He was surprised to find that Mahjong is more addictive than cricket and it is said to prevent Alzheimer’s. I went back to work in Yecheng to accompany him to prevent him from having a lot of inconveniences in life alone after Alzheimer’s. I didn’t think about a table of Mahjong to share my pressure.
I changed my clothes at home and went to the dormitory of Fubo Temple Chinese Medicine Hospital. Diqing arrived in the afternoon by train, and there is still a while. Doctor Fan and Accounting Hu still live in the previous house, and they don’t bother to replace the furniture. Di Sheng wanted to buy a new set for the two old men, and Dr. Fan said, “I don’t understand you, how old are these things? Time is frozen on it, it’s a layer of patina, okay? A discerning person meets Don’t look at everything else, just look at the patina."
My prospective father-in-law, when I think he is a bit old, he can renovate himself in a few words.
On the way, I saw Gu Tong driving a Chery QQ oncoming. She is my younger sister, fourteen years younger than me, but to say that falling in love is by nature her strong point. A few years earlier, she was soaked with the green skin of a wild wolf motorcycle. That green skin may have caused something, and suddenly disappeared in her life. My sister doesn't seem to know the pain either. She is beautiful and a little inattentive. Many men are willing to give her an idea. As long as it's not looking for a wife, a girl who is short-sighted always makes people feel more open. That QQ car was originally driving with a bald head, but now my sister has also learned how to get a driver's license. After my parents separated, Gu Tong and I also followed our own heads. Mother and sister live in the Singapore style community in the north of the city. My sister's lack of heart is getting worse. My father used to think that Gu Tong looked like everyone else, but he didn't look like himself, but the facts proved that Gu Tong became more and more like his father. When he was a child, his curly hair grew straight along with his father. After the parents separated, his mother had no contact with his father, and Gu Tong actually acted foolishly and did not come back to see his father. A few times, when I ran into her on the road, she pretended not to see her, and patted the back of her bald head, urging him to drive faster. This girl's head is so short-circuited, I can't help but get angry and plan to enlighten her.
I just ran into her on the way to Fubo Temple. Gu Tong was playing the game herself, but she didn't accompany her with her bald head. I stopped the car and asked her to stick her head out of the car window. She was a little reluctant, but she had memorized the traffic terms and knew that she could not drive a car into a person.
"Tongtong, my parents are divorced, we are not divorced, right?"
She blinked and thought about it, and said, "Brother, is there anything I'm doing wrong?"
"They leave them, you still have to say hello to me on the road. Even if you marry a bald head, I'm still your brother."
She even laughed: "Brother, you have always treated me well, how can I forget? Are you married?"
Seeing my sister smile, I couldn't lose my temper. I said: "It's coming soon. Diqing often misses you, and asks if your Jia Tongtong has been rated as a three-good student this year."
"If my brother gets married someday, I will enthusiastically sign up to be a bridesmaid."
"I don't want to be the best man with a bald head."
"That dead pig, let him be a coolie and help you carry Diqing's sister-in-law upstairs. Also, my mother has asked me several times if I met you. Go see her if you are free. Go back to Guancheng and beat you before. The phone said it was down, only to remember that you came back to work. Where are you going to work? If you are too busy, I will help you deliver your lunch."
I said if you are really filial, call me if you have time. Then he turned sideways and let Gu Tong drive away. She mentioned her mother, and I thought of her along the way, with a toothache. The mother was once the negative teaching material in the father's mouth. When I was young, when I saw that I didn’t care about studying, he always said, “Zab, you have to be clear in your heart that I have nothing to help you in your future. I never go with the leader. Your mother peeled snakeskin like that." I agreed, my dear father, you have no name, no position, no power and no power. What qualifications do you have to go with the leader? Why do you cut a piece of the benefits that the leader's stubborn face has brought to you for no reason
The mother who is a negative teaching material is actually very profitable. She is illiterate and has no worries. She laughs when she earns a dollar, and laughs ten when she earns ten. This is her math level. As soon as my mother made money, my father's mentality would inevitably get out of balance, and he taught me to be honest and not to follow my mother's speculation. Everything is inferior, only reading is high, and so on. In fact, my father also wanted to make money, but he also wanted to put on a leisurely posture to make money easily.
Speaking of his father wanting to make money, he would never admit it. I clearly remember that for a while, he was even whimsical and wanted to make a small fortune by fighting crickets. When Gu Xiaoya was alive, he helped him win fights every day and earned a lot of cigarettes. When he had dinner in the evening, he would figure out at the dinner table how much he would get if he gave the cigarette a 30% discount to the dealer. He couldn't bear the 30% discount, so he smoked it himself. Once a person has a hobby, he always loses money. Saying that using one's hobby to make money to subsidize the family is a man's habit of deceiving his wife.
The cigarettes he won are not easy to sell, and most of them are supplied internally by the Yicheng Tobacco Factory. Using cigarettes as a bet, this is Hu Shuanliang's idea. At that time, he and his brother Hu Shuanzhu both went to the Yicheng Tobacco Factory, and they needed as much cigarettes as they needed.
Hu Shuanzhu was the principal of a middle school, but his grades couldn't make it up, but he recruited a large group of teachers from the countryside to the city. It is said that he has set a price, how much money he has to pay to enter the middle school under his control, the actual price is clear, and the old man is not deceived. There are too many middle school teachers and they are idle. Hu Shuanzhu was not willing to let these people idle, so he wanted to open a kindergarten, but the municipal kindergarten protested, saying that the middle school could not use the salary of the financial appropriation to build a kindergarten for profit. But Hu Shuanzhu changed the kindergarten to preschool, but the Board of Education did not agree. The leader asked: "Primary schools can run pre-school classes, and your middle schools will also run them, and they will be promoted directly to the first year after school?" What head Hu Shuanzhu? If you fail to make a plan, you can make a living. The school has a large back mountain, so he simply sent all the idle teachers to raise pigs, so as to make extra money. The pigpen was built. In order to encourage the enthusiasm of this group of teachers, he also painted the slogan on the pigpen with paint: If the pigs are not raised well, how can they prove that they can educate people? The slogan was his own thought, and he has a talent for writing slogans.
After Hu Shuanzhu was investigated and dealt with, he disappeared from the public eye for a while, and took office in a low-key manner, becoming the deputy director of the Yicheng Tobacco Factory, in charge of business. He is still an old character. Once he took office, he wanted to show his abilities, deliberately deliberately to reform some stereotypes, put his own mark, like a jackal in a new place convenient to peeing ring to occupy the territory. He intends to start with the copywriting. He researched and found that all the cigarette shells read "Smoking is harmful to health". He said that this harmful word is not good. How can we say that our products are harmful? So with a swipe of his pen, he changed the slogan to "Smoking is good for unhealthy health." After the correction, he was quite satisfied, and changed a few words, with the same meaning, but evaded the harmful words, and the good words welcomed others. After a batch of cigarette shells were printed, they all used Hu Shuanzhu's modified slogans, but they were rejected by the above bureau before they were packaged and put on the market. The words typed on the cigarette shell are stipulated by the General Administration and are unified across the country. If it is not regulated, wouldn’t it be better to change the slogan directly to “Smoking Nourishes Yin and Strengthens Yang”? After the cigarette shell was abolished, he had a bigger copywriting plan and wanted to create a brand for himself. After investigating again, he found that all the cigarettes were in packs of 20 sticks. He just thought, can you reduce one per box and change it to nineteen packs? If it is changed, then this brand will be the only nineteen cigarettes in the country-with a slogan: One less cigarette a day, the whole family is happy like the New Year. As soon as this plan came out, my father would scold him without talking about others. Father said, "You are so dark. I am used to smoking 20 cigarettes a day. Now I have changed to 19 cigarettes. I will buy you another pack to make up one of them!" Later, Hu Shuanzhu came out again in the tobacco factory. The question, what is the problem is not clear, there are five people pass on economic issues, there must be another five people pass on work style issues. After he was transferred to the sugar factory in the city, he kept a low profile. Di Qing Di Sheng rarely heard news from his uncle.
Not long ago, Di Sheng mentioned that Hu Shuanzhu suddenly called and asked if he had any acquaintances in Taiwan. Di Sheng asked him what happened. He said that he saw a message on TV that Taiwan’s fertility rate had fallen to the lowest in the world. The government was anxious and offered a reward of NT$1 million to collect slogans. Young people should just look at the slogans. Like an internet addiction, I just want to have a baby. Local people in Taiwan believe that this is too difficult. If a slogan has so much energy, it is not a problem that can be solved by one million Taiwan dollars. You should also have a relationship with the goddess of mercy and consecrate the slogan. However, Hu Shuanzhu said that he had spent several days and nights, and he just figured it out, so he settled on all six words. He wants to contact his acquaintances in Taiwan to ensure that the slogan is sent directly to the Office of the Levy League. Di Sheng asked him which six words, he hesitated for a moment and then said: You will live, I will raise it!
He wasn't for the one million NT dollars. After he retired, he stayed idle and hid in the countryside to engage in business. But the people in Jicheng are rumoring that he got the money before laundering. He has tried his best to give advice to the people of Taiwan, all because of a certain share of the money. When his head is hot, if he is not paying attention, he will have the whole world in mind and worry about the world.
Hu Shuanliang had an inexhaustible supply of internal cigarettes, and the cigarettes were all turned over and wrapped into white packets with the badly printed cigarette shells. He was so happy to make my father happy. He turned over a cricket at any corner of the wall and used it to fight my father. Sometimes a female cricket is caught and fights. Put them in the basin, and the two crickets whirled around to sniff each other's gender. Not only could they not fight, they also started sexual intercourse under everyone's eyes. Hu Shuanliang smiled, and gave up, threw a pack of cigarettes over, and said to give your father's cricket as a nutrient. He is an idle person, and he likes to find reasons to hang out with my father and quarrel with each other. They have been bickering for decades, and have addictions. If they don't bicker, they will have gangrenous tongues and green moss.
My father always wins the internal supply of cigarettes, but he can't sell it, so he has to smoke it himself, and I can't finish it. I also secretly smoke it. I smoked for a long time and became addicted at that time. The internal supply of cigarettes is no worse than that of Greater China. It is said that 80% of them are Zimbabwean shredded tobacco. If you don't give yourself a blessing, why would you be willing to do so? Insiders know that the so-called formulas are mostly promotional concepts. The content of Zimbabwean shredded tobacco is the real quality guarantee. All other brands of cigarettes cannot reach this ratio. When I first smoked, my father pretended not to know, and my mother didn't pay attention to these issues. She smoked occasionally. Tired of stripping snakes, she said to the gay man, "Which one has a cigarette, wake up." Later, I became addicted, and went to my father's cabinet to get cigarettes from inside. What my parents don't care about, Diqing has to take care of. Seeing me smoking, he reported to my father in front of me. My father criticized me in front of her, but I didn't say a word. After she left, her father said softly: "Be careful and look at your image from now on. Om?" Di Qing found out that my father was deliberately confused about this matter, so he went to tell my mother. My mother entrusted her to say: "It's rare to be like you, knowing how to care for people. If there is anything wrong with my cub in the future, you can help me teach him or beat him."
When I met Accounting Hu, the two women were gossiping. My mother always praised Diqing as a sensible child. She also said: "If there is such a wife in my family, I won't worry about being bitten by a snake." Accounting Hu He smiled and reminded: "Diqing is your sister and my sister." Mother said: "The junior girl holds gold bricks."
"How about four years old?"
"Of course it's another little trick."
Accounting Hu was amused by my mother. My mother said the same thing a lot, and after I went to her house, Accounting Hu looked at me with weird eyes. Such a familiar person, she actually wanted to look at me intently, and when I replied with a questioning look, she chuckled again. At that time, adults knew how to be reserved, and we were not old enough, they would not say this in front of us.
When Dr. Fan broke through that year, Diqing and I established a relationship. After the fifteenth year of the new year, the three of us were going back to Guancheng again. Before we left, my father suggested that the two families gather for a meal. During that period, my mother kept receiving goods everywhere, and at the same time, she was hiding from debts. She was basically not at home. New Year was the most painful thing for people like her. After making a few phone calls, my mother finally arrived at the banquet that day on time. She was supposed to go to her shop to set up a table, but her father thought it was better not to eat snakes for this kind of banquet. Besides, Hu was savvy and didn't eat any meat except pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, and fish. She always likes to explain to people: "I never eat monsters." My mother was not happy when she heard it. She asked: "According to you, I skin monsters all the time?" Accountant Hu is educated and speaks a turn. fast. She said again: "It's no wonder if you peel it off."
At the dinner that day, we were all people who knew each other very well, and they all had joy on their faces when they talked about it. My mother only knew about it.
After she knew it, she frequently toasted toasts and said to Accountant Hu: "Sister, you see, I knew we were going to kiss each other a long time ago. I have always been afraid that my family won't be able to climb up." Accountant Hu said. : "Sister, you are swearing when you say that. I still keep my husband in my ears and ask him to learn from you."
That night, both families drank happily and returned home.
My mother called the next day and asked me to find her somewhere, and she had something to tell me. When I went, she asked in a frantic manner: "Why don't you discuss this matter for me? You are too self-sufficient."
I was very surprised and said, "Don't you always think that Diqing people are good? You wanted someone to be your daughter-in-law ten or twenty years ago. In that case, how could I think of asking for your consent?"
"What are you talking about? I was still stripping snakes ten or twenty years ago. How much change has happened now? You are in your 30s, and Diqing 35 has it? Do you know that women have reached 28? It's an elderly parturient." I didn't say a word. She went on to say: "Besides she is dry and thin, and she still looks old-fashioned. It's not me. I stand with her and look the same age. I won't say how old she is, but at least she must be good at maintenance. . It’s always better for women to look younger. How can a woman who doesn’t know how to live a life?"
Yes, my mother is indeed living younger and younger. In addition to face skin care, she may also be constantly using sheep placenta. The more you live and the younger you are, it is inevitable that there will be some evil spirits. She seems to be not much different from Diqing's age. Although Diqing is somewhat old-fashioned, his mother's pretense is really shocking. I can't think of her being the same person as the previous years of stripping snakes. I can't think of the negative textbooks that my father used to pick up at any time. A woman of five big and three thick, she also has such experience in makeup. Based on this, I don't believe in nonsense such as "maintenance is innate". For example, in the matter of playing sheep's placenta, as long as there is spare money in the pocket and the buttocks under the waist, everyone can pretend to be tender. The difference is that some are effective and some are pure waste, because the bottom plate is not good, and it is still not good when you are young. It is better to look kind when you are old. Don’t say anything about temperament, say that the rich don’t know how to use the new ones and the poor don’t change the old family style. Even if the rich people don’t know the new ones, the new ones will take the initiative to ingratiate themselves. . And Di Sheng, my boss, I want to expose him. He is an intellectual, and he made money along the way. He believes that he is Ultraman’s brother Jian Teman. In fact, he played cards several times until midnight, and he had nowhere to smoke. Buy, and still go to the ashtray to compete with me for a long cigarette butt, no matter who smokes the leftover at all, it also puts the boss's profile so that I know how to be polite.
I look at my mother, I think mothers still have to look like mothers. My mother is now different from before. With the maintenance, her voice is soft and delicate, and she likes to put her hand on my shoulder, and ask: "Cub, is there anything to tell my mother?" My day, we mother and son add up Almost a hundred years old. My scalp burst. Now she calls herself "mother" again, but not when she was a child. When I was young, the children in Jicheng called their mothers, some called a word, mother or mother; some folded up and called, mother. This mainly depends on the mother's education level, whether she is engaged in physical or mental power. Disheng always called Accounting Hu's mother with a squeeze. I heard him call this, and when I went home, I yelled at my mother: "Mom!" My mother frowned and said, "What the hell? I'm so weird that I can catch a five-step snake. I'll play with you." She thought I called my mother to call her, and to call my mother was to make a big head. At that time, I could eat her nipples, but I couldn't chuckle.
"What are you stupid about?" Mother said, "You should think about this. Or I will introduce a few more for you, and you will draw more conclusions."
"Why compare?"
"I told you you want to listen. I'm your mother, what's wrong with you?"
"It's no match, just wash it off, as long as she is willing!"
"Really, what kind of retribution did I get? Did the medicine die and feed the placenta?" My mother didn't expect this matter to be ironclad as soon as it was put on the table. She asked me again, "What exactly do you like her?"
why? Was the incident under the walnut tree one of the reasons? I really don't know, and I can't tell. The mouth is often not useful, but too many people always ask you why.
I was heading to Fubo Temple, and Diqing called on the way, saying that she had not returned home and was staying at the Guangge International Hotel. Reported the room number. I took a taxi and found her by counting the room number. Sometimes she doesn't like to go back home, secretly go back to Yecheng, and leave after finishing the business. She was afraid that Accounting Hu would nag her about getting married and having children. She is more afraid of having children than Taiwanese. She told me about this several times and told me: "Don't tell your parents." I said that, unless I feel uncomfortable.
When she came back last time, she only knew that because my parents had divorced, I had to stay in Yecheng as a viscous agent. After leaving, I want to continue to stay, and she can understand that the sequelae of divorce will inevitably need to be dealt with by someone in the middle. I didn't go back to Guancheng for a few months before she realized there was a problem and asked Disheng to ask me. Di Sheng couldn't keep it secret, so he told her that I was already working in Jicheng.
Diqing had just taken a bath, her hair was in a bun, and she was wearing a T-shirt, with her short pants tucked under the hem of the T-shirt, and her own slippers on her feet. At first glance, I was running a lot outside, and I used a hotel as my home. I couldn't help but hug her. After being separated for so long, it was a problem that I didn't want to hug her. She looked fiercely and wanted to stop me, but I pressed my face against her face and pryed her whole head a little bit. Her eyes were like Magino's line of defense, easily bypassed by the Germans. Stroking, kissing, I hugged her T-shirt. Her breasts are still better than nothing, but they have left me dreaming for a long time. She took a shower as soon as she arrived at the hotel. I think she also thought about it for a long time. No, she also took advantage of the trend to take off my clothes, and her fierce look just now seemed to have fallen into dust and became blurred. I stripped naked and wanted to pick her up again, she suddenly had a new idea, pushed me away, and hugged her two small breasts with her arms. She said: "No, I have something to ask you when I come back this time. Let me clarify the matter first."
"Diqing!" I swallowed hard and said, "It's never too late to do it. Say less, do more, okay?"
"No, you answer my question first..."
"What if I don't agree? You sometimes have to listen to me once."
"No! You are the one who likes to be fine."
"Then punch."
She thought for a while and said yes. She spread her hands to make a punch, and the two small breasts shook slightly, as if against the owner's wishes, eating inside and out, actively catering to it. I couldn't help but bully stepped forward and hugged her fiercely, so as not to give her a chance to breathe, I blocked her mouth with my mouth and her body with my body.
Every time after finishing, she became very soft, from body to heart, curled up to let me hug her. Before she regained her strength, I also cherished this tenderness. I touched her small breasts, and she thought of something, and said: "Xiaotu has done the breasts. It was flatter than me, so I went to Hong Kong and started doing it. The surgical scars haven't disappeared, so I am afraid that Disheng will see it. She has been sleeping with me lately. I touched it and it was fine."
"Uh, Di Sheng is a blessed person."
"Tsk, you men are like this. Or... I'll do it too?"
It's rare that she thinks so much for my sake, and I can't help being a little touched, but I know this is a trap, I can't step on it, and if I don't pay attention, she will be a long talk. I said, "No, it's good. Why bother to take the two."
"I'm not afraid, it's nothing compared to having a baby."
"Really no. Think about it, how can you hang two grapefruits on castor stalks?"
"Are you scolding me?"
"Heaven and earth conscience, I praise my wife for her good figure, can't you tell me?"
Di Qing laughed happily, rewarded me with a kiss and said, "Uh, you still make me happy at any time. You are really my jester." She took the train all day, and just did it. The time was not short, she was obviously tired with blinking her eyelids, and forgot what she was about to say.
"You can sleep when you are tired."
"Don't move." She likes to lie down on me in a semi-sitting position. Sometimes she writes the script too much, and suffers from insomnia at night, so lying on me will have some effect. Soon, she fell asleep, with even snoring sprays on my chest. I stroked her lightly, sliding my hand to my chest, remembering what I had just said. I would not agree to her breast augmentation surgery, for fear that she would get a knife, and her pair of small breasts are all my nostalgic splendor.
She is four years older than me. This is a pretty good gap. She used to lead me and Di to grow up. When I was a child, the courtyard in front of the Chinese Medicine Hospital had not been segregated and privately occupied. There were two walnut trees growing on a long, narrow ground. Diqing likes to take me and Disheng to sit down and pretend to be a family. She said that she is a mother and we can only be cubs. She always has a way to make us obediently. If there are any sweets in the house, Disheng and I always make them in one go, while Diqing gathers up. She wants us to play games that girls only like with her. She is satisfied. Candies are given to us as prizes. My parents are eager to meet such a good neighbor and save them a lot of things.
Disheng and I were in the second and third grades of elementary school, and Diqing had entered junior high school, which was a five-year school. She shook her body very quickly, with delicate feet. As soon as she entered junior high school, she stalked Hu Shuanzhu's permanent bicycle and rode her bike to middle school. Middle school and elementary school are next to each other. Diqing not only rides on her own, but also catches up with Disheng and me. I was sitting on the beam, Di Sheng was sitting on the hanger, and Diqing was riding fast with the two of us in a car.
On some weekends, she took us to the suburbs for a long journey. There are no suburbs anymore, and all the buildings are densely built. At that time, there were vast suburbs all around Jicheng, covered with decayed grass over the body, snakes crawled in the grass, and water flowed under the grass. Once saw a pool of grass moving without wind, Disheng and I were a little frightened. Diqing asked me to stay where she was. She went to look at it, then turned back and sighed, telling us to leave as soon as possible. I don't know what I saw at that time, so she didn't say anything when I asked her. Until I fell in love with her, one day I suddenly remembered that, and I asked her. When we were lying on the same bed, she finally lifted the ban and told me: "It's actually nothing. I saw a man and a woman doing what we did just now."
As long as I ride in her car, I will always sit on the front beam and Di Sheng on the hanger behind. Sometimes when I get tired, I leaned my head against her chest. And now, she loves to sleep on my chest, I think I owed her back then.
At that time, my mother had quietly raised snakes for several years. First, she asked her uncle to help sell them into a trading company, and then sold them directly to the snake collectors outside. The money they gave was higher than the listed price. She has some accumulation on hand, trying to do something more profitable, but she doesn't know where she heard the news about the business in the coastal area of Fujian. She planned to go there. When she had this plan, she still didn't know what kind of business it was. The acquaintances who passed the news were mysterious and said that they were disciplined. But he also promised to make a profit, at least to make a right profit. If he voted for one hundred, he would become more than two hundred when he returned to the city. At that time, less than ten years after the end of the "Cultural Revolution", a large group of tight-mouthed people came over in the red age, and keeping secrets made them feel proud. The more mysterious it became, the more desirable it became. There weren't so many scams at the time. Even if it was speculation, people did it in a pragmatic manner.
Mother decided to go.
That evening my mother told my father about it, and I was there. She said that she was planning to go to Fujian. Her father fiddled with the crickets and hesitated for a moment, asking her mother to say it again. The mother said, "It's the same if I say it ten times. I will go to Fujian tomorrow."
"Stop skinning snakes?"
"I quit. Temporary job, what's the point."
His father was dumbfounded. Looking at his mother, he didn't expect that the negative teaching materials he brought back from the country would make such a big decision without saying a word. "Do you have the ability to go to Fujian alone?" My father always thought that my mother couldn't understand the map and couldn't speak Mandarin when going out to ask people for directions.
The mother said, "My name is Sanlang to accompany me."
Sanlang is my third uncle. He is farming in the countryside of Guanglin. After my mother got married in Yecheng, he regarded my mother as a backer. During the slack, he hoped that his mother would help him change his energy into oil and salt.
That day my father mentioned divorce again. Both of them were unconscious of the word divorce. My mother was very calm that day. She shook her hand and said indifferently: "I have to prepare now. Gu Fengnian, I can't leave, wait until I come back from Fujian."
When I arrived in Fujian, I was introduced to some coastal fishing villages to get the goods. The goods were plates of VHS cassettes filled with capitalist sugar-coated cannonballs, but many people waited hungrily for the sugar-coated cannonballs to hit their foreheads. So there is money to be made. If the goods can be safely brought back to Yecheng by train, each original VHS cassette can be sold for more than 120 yuan, which is equivalent to one quarter's salary of a temporary worker at that time. The Broadcasting Bureau monopolized this industry. They transformed a large warehouse into a video room next to the city square. They used a 14-inch Phillips color TV to broadcast martial arts films on a bench. The ticket price quietly rose from two corners to one. Pentagonal. In order to solicit customers, people from the Broadcasting Bureau also set up four tweeters high in the sky to broadcast the sounds of Hong Kong people fighting from four directions to the people of Yicheng. The fist of Hong Kong people is also the crisp sound of riding a horse whip, which is repeatedly slammed in people's ears, which can not help but make people feel chilling. At that time, these tweeters made Jicheng people rumors that those with long faces were made of special materials, and they all knew how to punch. It is said that Hong Kong people are horse-faced people because the film was originally wide-screen, and it was turned into a video to be broadcast on TV. The 4:3 picture tube stretched the human face. The people in Jicheng didn't know it, and thought that Hong Kong people were all long-horse faces. Each face stretched so long, and his temper was so ugly, he would kill others if he didn't say a word happily. If there is an airdrop to us, he wants to kill, for fear that half of the city will die. Later, the Broadcasting Bureau did not hesitate to spend money to get a TV with a picture tube ratio of 16:9, and everyone went to watch it. Hey, why are the faces of Hong Kong people so short
It was Yu Ganpin who came back to clarify many facts. He has been living in Hong Kong, and he was able to return to his hometown frequently after 1978. He said that Hong Kong people are nothing good. When speaking, Yu Ganpin was nearly seventy years old. He cited an example of a quarrel with a group of Qingpi in Hong Kong only a few years ago. He couldn't vomit the old fist that moved first and turned three of them by himself. After finishing speaking, he punched his chest with a fist, and vomited a long mouthful of sputum.
Although Yu Ganpin’s paintings have an explosive reputation, he doesn’t take it seriously. He loves to say that he is fighting hand-poisoning. I guess that people really have the ability, but it seems so easy and simple in their own eyes, and they often want nothing if there is nothing. Isn't Li Zhaoli the same? I always remember his style of playing basketball, but I didn't expect him to even bother to watch the NBA. His face is half yin and half yang, but he loves to say how powerful he is to soak girls. As long as he is caught in his eyes, the bastard in the boring altar can't run away.
At that time, even Hong Kong-produced serial dramas could make money, and two episodes were considered a whole show. In order to draw more people to the video room, the Broadcasting Bureau looked for prime time to cut the signal, and broadcast the first few episodes of the TV series to everyone for free, so that people's interest was cut off. If you want to know what is going on, buy a ticket and go see it.
In the beginning, part of the unit that had eaten it with public funds bought a video recorder for study, and some people borrowed it to continue studying at night. Now that the gap has been opened, other large and small units have made reports requesting opportunities to learn, and soon all are equipped with video recorders. At that time, to say that there was a high grade in life, it was the first choice to watch videos at home. At that time, the people were also generous, and it was not good enough just to be at home. Ask some relatives and friends to come and watch it together. If you sit tightly around the room, the owner will feel that you are full of face and embarrassment.
The list price that the Broadcasting Bureau rents to private individuals (the list price is by no means a list price! The list price needs to be reviewed by the Price Bureau, and the list price needs to be reviewed and approved by the system in a special meeting) is ten yuan a day, if it matters, it can be lowered appropriately. My mother bought the film from the knife edge of Fujian. It cost about forty yuan a book, and rented it out for three yuan a day. It took less than half a month to pay back the cost, and then the net profit. But this thing was controlled by the Broadcasting Bureau. They copied the small door where my mother hid the belt twice, and all the belts were confiscated. My mother is already familiar with it, and she can go to Fujian to buy goods by herself. Later, the Municipal Broadcasting Bureau took the initiative to seek cooperation, because in their system, the film went from the central government to the provincial bureau and then to the city, and the price was old and expensive, and the new film could not be released for a few months. When it is finally released, a good new film will have to mix and match a pile of leftovers. Although they have to be principled in their work, the harsh market has also made them realize that in business, it is necessary to minimize intermediate links. Mother promised to find new movies according to the list they copied, and not add a cent to the price, and her travel expenses would be counted. In this way, mothers can boldly buy goods and rent them out.
The so-called new movies at that time were mostly martial arts movies from Hong Kong ten or twenty years ago. "New" means that the above has just been approved, and a review chapter must be put on the belt. When it is released, it is still the world of Ti Long and Wang Yu. Occasionally, I saw Shi Jun and thought it was just a stunned green. Some of the new products my mother brought from Fujian are basically in sync with Hong Kong. Zhou Yingdi, Liu Tianwang, said bluntly that it was my mother who brought back to Yicheng in a snakeskin bag. It was not just people, but also gangster movies and pornographic movies. All types were brought back to Yicheng by my mother. Many films were not translated into Mandarin, and the Broadcasting Bureau added a set of brackets under the "Newest Introduced Extreme Violent Martial Arts Films" on the small blackboard-(the internal information was not cut, and it was reserved for three days). The writing is brushed up with paint to avoid tampering with good deeds. Some green skins are fine in the middle of the night, and add a few more chalk words on the small blackboard: Who cuts who is the dog day.
At that time, three yuan a day was not a decimal. People who borrowed the video recorder wanted to see and felt sorry for the money. Later, they agreed to rent for half a day. The day was cut into three periods, morning, afternoon and evening-and the floating price was adopted at five cents in the morning and afternoon. One price per night and one price per night, which is the same price together. At that time, I was just able to pedal the 28-manganese steel bicycle for a full circle. Before I could not step on the seat, I could only pass one foot through the middle of the tripod, stepped on a half circle and then back again. On weekends and holidays, I rode a bicycle and did the same thing as a movie theater runner. At the end, I took the film and gave it to my mother, and she rented it to the next house. There is a video recorder in the small facade that my mother rented. I was idle and watched the film. Lele alone is not as good as the others. I really want to bring Di Qing Disheng over to watch. My mother disagrees. She taught me that being bored and getting rich is a show of disaster. Of course, such a thing is hidden from his father. At that time, we established a kind of kinship between our mother and son. I took the wages from my mother as a reward, and I turned to her a little bit more. My mother asked me what to do if she really fights with my father. I thought about it for a while and said: "I can't do it too obvious. I pretend to persuade him and hug him, and you just want to kill him again." Mother was relieved and praised me for being brave and conspiring. The Hong Kong film was not in vain. .
The wages are quite fragmentary, depending on my mother's mood. I am very proud of my wages. I bought Diqing a birthday gift. It is a clock embedded in a cartoon plastic case and powered by a AAA battery. This is definitely a big deal for people in their teens. When his father heard Accountant Hu talk about it, his brow furrowed and he said, "If you don't want to give anything, you have to give someone a bell." Di Qing liked it very much.
After falling in love, she asked me when I started to like her. Other things are hard to tell, of course I will start with the bell. She still kept it, tucked it in a bin under the wall. When I took it out, I didn't remember what the girl made of plastic was called. She told me that called Flower Fairy.
Later, there was a period of popular Eastwood Western movies, and those friends in the film circle also talked about it when they got together. Their focus was mainly on character shaping, cool characters and gunfight scenes. What impressed me the most was a little boy in a certain film, who made money on the street at a height of four feet, and he sold information. Eastwood asked the kid, my kid, how many of them are there? The child tilted his head and spread his hands out. Eastwood had to take a silver corner and threw it over. Eastwood asked them where they lived again. I thought the kids would sell one for one free, but he was very principled, and his hands were a lot of money. Eastwood could only smile bitterly, and continued to pay. That little trick is the western hero I remember most, because he reminds me of running movies in the past. I like that their attitude towards making money is so straightforward. Even though my mother did some speculative things, I am thankful that she gave me these different memories. I don't have a firm stand in my heart. The first thing to judge about things is fun or boring. If my mother is a daughter-in-law from the countryside who marries a dog and accepts the dog, her life and my childhood experience are all dominated by my father Gu Fengnian, I think it must be unbearable and boring.
From now on, my recollection was that the two sisters and brothers of Di Qing Di Sheng were also pulled in.
My mother was pregnant again that summer when I was thirteen. That year, a provincial leader's head was smashed. On the grounds that Jicheng was a minority area, he boldly decided to relax the policy and allow second children. As a result, that year, many old couples who had been over four years old came to catch this. Preferential policies, the province’s output increased by 100,000, and my sister Gu Tong is one in 100,000. I thought my mother couldn't give birth anymore, she didn't give birth to her for so many years, and I thought she had forgotten how to give birth. Unexpectedly, as soon as the policy breeze blew, she became pregnant. After my mother became pregnant, she gave the VHS cassette to my uncle Sanlang, but the video recorder I tried was kept. She soon found another new project, which was to make pirated tapes. Audio recorders have entered the ranks of household appliances, video recorders have been a luxury for a long time, and the market for magnetic tapes is much larger than that of video tapes. But my mother didn't tell me that it was a piracy, but said that if the national policy is liberalized, she can have a second child, and of course the mother tape can also be given out. The location has also been selected, and it is in the dormitory of Fubo Temple Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. That was the dormitory of my grandfather's unit, which was used by my father as a difficult household. My grandparents and my uncle have been living in a self-built building on the outskirts of the city. After my grandpa died, my grandma moved back and my family moved to the middle school dormitory. At that time, Diqing Disheng was also big, and it was not appropriate to sleep in another room. Diqing also affected the spine development by sleeping on the sofa in the living room. Seeing my grandma lived alone, Accountant Hu discussed with my father that he wanted to rent a room for Diqing to live with my grandma.
"No rent, you can let sister Diqing move in directly." My father said grandiosely.
Dr. Fan and his wife refused to take advantage of it for nothing, so they said that they took care of my grandma's food, and they lived close anyway. This also saves my father a lot of things.
If my mother wants to start a new business, it is better to use that dormitory if she rents another place. I happened to be fine during the summer vacation, just want to earn more salary. I also said: "Diqing lives inside, just to help, why invite others? How can we be reliable?" My mother nodded, I was in charge, and all personnel rights were delegated. Then, twenty dual-card recorders were put in at once. My uncle nailed the wooden shelf and put the dual-card recorder on top of each other, which is more magnificent than the Wujiaohua monopoly counter.
That summer, Diqing had just finished the college entrance examination, and had nothing to do. I called Di Sheng over, and the three of us pirated the tapes in the room day and night to seize the market in Jicheng. All the machines do not need to emit sound, internal recording, all silent. The master tape was obtained by my mother from Guangzhou, and the pirated tape was a teaching tape approved by Hecheng Radio and Television University. It was a box of dollars. The school used tape recorders for teaching, and most of the teaching tapes were discarded after they were used once, and new tapes will be issued by provincial schools in the coming year. What we do is degaussing, ripping, cutting off the remaining tape, labeling, and packaging, all by hand. A dual card machine turns over a plate every eighty minutes. At the beginning, quality was emphasized, and I kept listening with headphones in my ears, fearing that the voices of teachers from the TV University would be mixed into the latest hot-selling songs of Hong Kong and Taiwan. Later, we only did spot checks, and later, we didn't check them anymore. We packaged them and handed them out. If there was any wrangling, the retail boss would spit.
For the first month, we rip the tape with the door closed, not daring to sing. After half a month, the sound of our copy wafted from the tape recorders of the two families in this row of dormitories. We gave high fives to celebrate, so we dared to let the dual-sim card machine sing during working hours. Once a neighbor heard a voice coming in to borrow a tape, Diqing went to block him. Diqing dressed loosely and said, "It's not convenient for you to come in. You wait, I will take a few boxes and you can pick it." After the matter was settled, I guessed that Diqing would marry a man named A Qing in the future. the man.
We rip during the day and degauss the teaching tape at night. Degaussing is a boring task. Put the teaching tape on the degaussing device and press it with one hand, otherwise the tape will be ejected after a few shocks. Complete a tape in ten minutes. Each of the three of us has a degausser, and we do this work at night without being idle. I moved the video recorder over, and the video tapes were selected by my uncle, and it was inexhaustible.
Sometimes, there are some fierce materials in individual videos, and the naked woman occasionally flashes on the silver screen. Every time such a scene was broadcast, Diqing said: "No, no." She covered the eyes of Disheng and I with her hands, but her hands were for money-spreading hands, and the gaps between her fingers were quite wide. Once blocked, it further arouses our interest. When she was angry, she squeezed the heads of Di Sheng and I down and put our arms in her arms. I didn't have much thoughts about being hugged by her. Although she was 17, her breasts didn't make people feel soft. Instead, my face was sawn by her ribs.
Once Diqing was not there, Disheng and I took out a film, and my uncle secretly gave it to me, saying that you should never watch it when the girl is there. It was the first time we watched a tertiary film, a pair of low-cost films taken by a well-developed movie star at the beginning of their debut. The door suddenly opened and Diqing walked in. Just waiting for nowhere, it's weird to say that the picture suddenly switched, replaced by an old Cantonese opera costume martial arts film, black and white, all front characters wear hero crowns; all negative characters have a pompon on their left ears. After the fight, the hero here chopped it down, and the other side made at least three somersaults.
"You guys watch this kind of film too."
"I'm just waiting for you, change the feature film." I quickly changed the film, my head was sweat, and I didn't forget to pat the Panasonic video recorder when I changed the film, and said to my heart, Grandpa VCR, the tried-and-tested underground party is not as flexible as you.
Sometimes Disheng wants to go out at night, he is a top science student, and the teacher gives him a small stove for free. Diqing and I did not get good results, so we focused on work. Once I was bored in the room and walked into the yard, smoking a cigarette by the way. When Diqing was there, I dared not smoke. As soon as this row of dormitories slipped past, there were seven suites. The structure of each dormitory is straight, with two front and rear doors, and the front and back of the courtyard are shared passages. After the housing reform, the front yard was divided by the seven families, and they were privately owned. There was a walnut tree just in front of my grandfather's house, which was also enclosed by his own wall. My father nailed a slab house with a walnut tree for sundries. Now there is no sundries and can be used for bathing and showering. There are no toilets in the dormitory of the Chinese Medicine Hospital. There is a public toilet at the end of the road. If you want to take a hot bath to the bottom of the government canteen, the water used to cool the boiler is delivered to the bathroom. No money is charged. You will receive half a catty meal ticket for a bath. .
I went out to smoke and heard the sound of a shower. The board room under the walnut tree is very dark. I know that Diqing is inside, and my grandma makes a sign outside during the day and goes to sleep when she comes back. Although my father knew physics, he was not good at carpentry. There were many gaps between faces and eyes on that board room. I felt hot all over, as if a locust couldn't hear the water. But that was all. At that time, the board room was pitch black and nothing was seen. Diqing fumbled and wiped his body in the dark. When I finished smoking, I was about to leave, and found that the light of the flashlight inside flashed by, and my whole body was shaking again. When I got closer, the flashlight went out again. Diqing is afraid of battery consumption, so the flashlight is only unscrewed when it has to be used. Those flashlights that flashed past gave me the effect of a glimpse, and I really glanced at it, but in fact I couldn't see anything clearly.
One night when the moonlight was shining brightly, I went to take a shower first. Seeing the moonlight infiltrating the board house wantonly, I was full of anticipation in my heart. I came out of the shower and found myself walking like a crab. Time became very slow, Disheng did not come, Diqing faithfully pressed her hand on the degausser, repeating the boring work. I could hardly hold back to urge her to go out and take a bath, or the moonlight would be cold. Finally, she finished a tape and said that I would go out.
I buzzed, my mouth suddenly seemed to be glued with AB glue, and the sound came out of my nostrils.
As soon as I left the front door, I tried to slow down as much as possible. I wasted two minutes for those steps, because my heart was also walking, and I waited until a heart was blocked in my throat, and then I stuck my eyes to the carefully chosen one. On the crevice.
Di Qing was unprepared, still humming a tune, it was a love song about summer, sung by Fei Xiang. "Don't stop in your footsteps, keep the summer season tightly..." The mixed-race man with sapphire eyes is her idol. She always asks me if I have any romance movies played by Fei Xiang, or martial arts movies. also. Her humming voice made me more relieved. I used the moonlight to see Di Qing's naked body clearly. The first time I saw a woman's naked body, of course, it was just some silhouettes. When she was facing me and her back to me, the shadow was like a split with two axes, straight. When she turned sideways, I saw her small breasts, about the same size as they are now. She leaned on her side and wiped the bath. She had only seen her left breast, but when she moved, her right breast grabbed the front of her left breast. Sometimes, the two breasts are stacked on top of each other, and they fall apart due to inconsistent pace when they swing up and down...
I was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, and something incredible happened. That was my first nocturnal emission. Things that are too pleasurable always contain danger. First of all, I thought would it be a terminal illness? It is impossible to think about it. With such a terminal illness that makes people feel like a fairy, a person would have died a long time ago. So I thought, is it a unique disease? I didn't have time to care what Disheng would do to me. In fact, Disheng didn't blame me either. He put his finger in front of his mouth and hushed at me, and then he leaned over with his eyes. Originally worried that he blamed me, but he made such a move, I was a little bit reluctant. Why do you watch what I have seen? At that time, I never thought that Diqing would be my wife in the future, or I would cleanse Shengsheng’s ears. Because, during those two months, I occasionally felt that I was the boss. Even if I didn't give orders to my employees, I should maintain a certain degree of dignity.
How did I think that Di Sheng would become my boss in the future? It seemed wise not to pull his ears at the time.
Diqing heard the noise, stopped humming, and asked vigilantly: "Who?"
Di Sheng said: "Wash yours, the washboard is afraid of people looking at it. Let's take a break here."
"Are you smoking?"
Di Sheng said, "I didn't smoke anyway."
I pretended to be very angry: "Disheng, you are not a human. Sister Diqing, I didn't smoke either."
Diqing laughed and said, "Disheng, I have finished washing, you will come to wash one later."
Di Sheng was still in the same stance with me that day, and the next day he cleared the line. When he looked at me, his eyes were like a screwdriver, poking at me. Later, he told Dr. Fan that I had fallen in love with Diqing since I was 13 years old. It should be referring to that night. Speaking of that night, my memory is still fresh. If I don't admit that I like Diqing, then I am a hooligan. Disheng learns science, but he is also proficient in sophistry, knowing how to put his opponent in a dilemma.
That summer passed quickly, and the business of ripping tapes was handed over to my Uncle Mangou. In that year, Diqing didn't pass any university entrance examinations. If we want to get involved, it has something to do with Yecheng TV University. We are business partners. Diqing stopped studying for a month, wanted to repeat it for another year, and even had a whim, and wanted to apply for the film academy in a year. We also support her, we have to pool money to buy a camera to cultivate the ability to grasp the image. So I begged my mother to buy a new Phoenix 205-A, not to give it to her, but to use it together.
I suspect that her idea of being a director was that she watched too many Hong Kong films that summer.
My phone rang, and when I saw that the ending number was actually called by Suzuran, I immediately cut it off. But Diqing woke up. She asked who was calling, and I said a friend. At this time, the phone rang again, it was a text message. Diqing's hands and feet were very quick, so he grabbed my mobile phone and unscrewed it to read the text message. Suzuran's text message said: "I'm ready, someday will you be free to take pictures for me? Sandbridge boss."
Di Qing said, "Boss Sand Bridge? You really don't know what's good or bad. I can't control you for a while. You actually got mixed up with Qingpi... Since they asked, you go back to them."
So I dialed the phone and said, "It's me... oh okay, okay... I haven't been free for these two days, my girlfriend has come over. I'll call you again in a few days... contact then.
After hanging up the phone, Diqing was no longer sleepy, and suddenly thought of the business to say. She asked me why I came back to work without her consent. I said that my parents are looking for jobs, and it takes a lot of effort, how can I not continue.
She asked: "What about our business?"
"Don't rush, let's take one step at a time." I asked again, "Can't you go back to Jicheng together?"
She gave a wry smile and said, "Do you think I can come back?"
She went out drifting at the age of eighteen and went to the Film Academy to further study in the direction of choreography. Later, she received support from Di Sheng. After staying in Guancheng for ten years, it was difficult to return to Yecheng. She adapts to the feng shui climate there. When she is used to eating Cantonese cuisine, she said goodbye to the pungency of Jicheng. In summer, she must have herbal tea Guiling paste in the freezer. In winter, she no longer sees cotton clothes in the closet. It is almost impossible to distinguish the original piracy in my ears. Anyway, the voice conditions of Hong Kong-produced singers are generally not better than her by five cents.