In the sixties and seventies in Beiping City, the pickled girl was called the pat woman, and the holy place of the pat the woman was undoubtedly Beihai Park, especially in winter, the lake became an ice skating rink, and many big yard disciples came here in groups to squash the ice, the young men wore the military uniforms of the generals, wore sheep's shear hats, and patted the skating girls; the young women wore red scarves and stepped on small high-heeled black skates, and they were used to being photographed.

Ma Mian used to shoot girls here, but now when the educated youth comes back, he has no job and no girlfriend, and he has nothing to do all day long, wandering around. At this moment, seeing Su Bai with a smile like a flower, he felt that his heart was hit by an electric current, which made his mouth dry and his heart beat faster.

Ma Mian licked his lips and said excitedly: "That woman is good, Lao Tzu must get it!" After speaking, Ma Mian waved his hand, and walked towards Su Bai and them with a few gangsters.

Ma Yan walked quickly to Su Bai's side, walked side by side with Su Bai, and praised Su Bai with a smile on his face: "Sisters, it's floaty enough, look at why you are so familiar? Did you go to the Tianqiao Theater to watch "Red Detachment of Women" a few days ago? Buddy seems to have seen you there, how about getting to know each other and making friends?"

Su Bai saw that a few young men were angry, and they were not good people at first glance, so he was a little scared. Xu Wangqiu also knew that he had met the little hooligans, so he ignored them and pulled Su Bai to take care of himself. Ma Mian didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, stretched out his hand to stop Su Bai, and said with a hippie smile: "Don't go, sisters, we don't mean anything else, we just want to get to know you." ”

A thug next to him also said with a hippie smile: "Sister, if you think there is something wrong with us, you can criticize us, but don't ignore us!"

Xu Wangqiu's face sank when he saw a few gangsters entangled, and he reached out to protect Su Bai behind him.

These people are called stubborn masters in Beiping, and they are called street (read gai) babies in Rongcheng, just a group of little hooligans who do not do their jobs, gang up, and fool around all day long. These people look babbling, but in fact, most of them are mouth cannons, and the fights are often loud, bloodless, and undead. In the 60s, the disciples of the big courtyard in Beiping stabbed to death a stubborn owner called "little bastard", but Wang Shuo and his group of people chattered for decades, and those who didn't know thought they had killed a big guy like Xiang Huaqiang.

Compared with what Xu Wangqiu saw in Rongcheng, these are not even a good family. The Nishikawa Martial Arts was a particularly violent province in the movement, which began in early May 1967 and did not really subside until the beginning of 1970. The Nishikawa rebels not only robbed the arsenal of weapons, but also used all kinds of heavy weapons. The rebels in Rongcheng attacked military vehicles with machine guns and killed Du Ling, the commander of the Rongcheng Independent Division, and the radicals and conservatives in Shancheng even drove warships into the Yangtze River and started a naval battle.

In 67, the rebels of Factory 132, where Xu Wangqiu's family worked, clashed with opposing conservatives, triggering a large-scale armed fight. Thousands of people from both sides were directly involved in the fighting, and more than 100,000 people were supporting, cheering, and watching the crowd at the scene, using rifles, machine guns, and grenades, resulting in dozens of deaths and more than 2,000 minor and serious injuries.

Xu Wangqiu was hit by a stray bullet when he was watching the martial arts. In those years, gunshots could often be heard in Rongcheng. Instead of arresting the hawkers who were trading on the black market, the Red Guards drove their cars and fired two shots into the sky, causing the traders to run around. Xu Wangqiu can be said to have grown up in the sound of gunfire, and he has not fought with others, how can he take a few gangsters in his eyes.

But if you can not fight, it must be better not to fight, after all, it is going to be the 80s, and the era of talking with fists has passed.

Xu Wangqiu smiled disdainfully at a few thugs: "I've never seen something that can't open my eyes, but I've never seen one that doesn't open my eyes like this." Do you know what this place is, is this the place where you play hooligans? I see that you are tired of it!" He learned from Sun Honglei's tone and said domineeringly: "Fight with me Liu Hua, do you have this strength?"

The numb-faced ones were frightened by Xu Wangqiu's momentum: "Boy, it's quite horizontal!

Xu Wangqiu stretched out his hand and pointed to the northwest, and said contemptuously: "From Shichahai Martial Arts School, my master's name is Wu Bin, my senior brother's name is Jet Li, my second senior brother's name is Donnie Yen, and the third senior brother's name is Wu Jing, all of whom are martial arts champions. My name is Liu Huaqiang, and my learning time is still relatively short, and my skills are relatively rough, but it shouldn't be a problem to accompany a few of you to practice. Xu Wangqiu pinched his fingers, his bones clicked, and he looked like a practicing family: "Which of you will go first?"

People who often come to Beihai Park to play know that there is a Shichahai martial arts school next to it, and they naturally know about the hemp face. Now when I heard that the other party was Shichahai Martial Arts School, I couldn't help but look at each other, and I felt like I was kicking the iron plate, and it would definitely not work with this kind of practitioner alone, even if I rushed up and knocked the other party over, and waited for the people of the martial arts team to seek revenge, then don't think about mixing.

However, as a gentleman of Sijiu City, he will not lose the battle if he loses, and the hemp face bluffed before slipping away: "What about Shichahai Martial Arts School, don't let me meet you next time, otherwise I will have to cripple you." ”

After a few thugs left, Su Bai turned his head to look at Xu Wangqiu and smiled: "Okay, classmate Xu Wangqiu, I didn't see it! When did you change your name to Liu Huaqiang, and when did you become the Shichahai Martial Arts School? Who is the master, who is the senior brother and the second senior brother, if I don't know you, I will be deceived by you. ”

Xu Wangqiu is rarely modest: "Acting is one of the three main courses in the directing department, and scaring a few little hooligans is nothing." ”

Su Bai smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of really recruiting Shichahai Martial Arts School?"

Xu Wangqiu said disapprehantly: "Why should I be afraid? The person who practices martial arts draws his sword to help when he sees injustice, besides, you are here, they must be on our side when they see such a beautiful girl as you being molested! The only thing I'm worried about is that they kidnap you, then I won't have a senior sister!"

"What nonsense, I won't be abducted!" Su Bai glared at Xu Wangqiu, and then smiled again, "If those hooligans really want to fight you, then what should you do?"

Xu Wangqiu held his head high and acted like a martyr: "Then fight them, I've practiced for a few days." Regardless of whether you can fight or not, you must come forward at this time, can you still let them tease you?"

Su Bai's heart warmed when he heard this, and he smiled sweetly: "Wangqiu, thank you!"

The two came out of Beihai Park and arrived at Wangfujing Xinhua Bookstore not long after. The new books in the bookstore are actually publications from the 50s and 60s, mainly from ancient and modern Chinese and foreign literary works that were once widely circulated, such as "Selected Poems of the Tang Dynasty", "Selected Words of the Song Dynasty", "Midnight", "David Copperfield", "Anna Karenina" and so on.

Xu Wangqiu was not very interested in these books, and he didn't buy any of them. Su Bai took a set of "Les Miserables", the price was 9 cents 8. This price is actually quite expensive, after all, the current monthly salary is only 3,40 yuan, but many people are willing to save their food money to buy books. The enthusiasm of young people in this era for reading is beyond imagination, and can even be described as fanatical.

After coming out of Xinhua Bookstore, the two went to a foreign bookstore not far away. China has not yet joined the international copyright organization, you can reprint foreign books at will, very cheap, bookstores in a variety of the latest foreign language original dictionaries, science and technology books, Hong Kong and Taiwan Chinese social science monographs, TOEFL test materials are everything, domestic readers can buy at will, but foreigners are forbidden to enter.

The random piracy of foreign books has brought many benefits to the common people, and at the same time, it has also dealt a great blow to China's international image. When Márquez visited China in 1990, he was so angry with pirated books on the market that he would not even license the novel 150 years after his death to China.

Xu Wangqiu slowly flipped through the books on the shelves, and soon found a penguin edition of Celan's anthology, translated by the British-German poet and translator Michel Hanberg. Celan is Xu Wangqiu's favorite poet, and when he saw Celan's poetry selection, he didn't hesitate to take a copy.

From the bookstore, Su Bai took the book in Xu Wangqiu's hand and flipped through it slowly. Su Bai's English was so-so, and Celan's poems themselves were jerky and difficult to understand, so he couldn't understand them at all, so he asked: "Can you understand it?" Xu Wangqiu said: "Of course you can understand it, why don't I translate it for you?" Su Bai shook his head and said: "Forget it, I like Tang and Song poems, and I don't like foreign poems." ”

It was already six o'clock, and it was time for dinner, so the two found a noodle restaurant to solve the dinner problem.

Xu Wangqiu flipped through the book while eating, eating more slowly. By the time they came out of the noodle shop, twilight had already enveloped Beiping City. Xu Wangqiu wanted to send Su Bai back to Peking University, but Su Bai would just go back by himself. But Xu Wangqiu insisted on sending it, and now a large number of educated youths have returned to the city, these people have no jobs, they are idle all day long, and they are in a period of restlessness, so that the security of Beiping City has become worse, and he is not at ease when Su Bai goes back alone. Su Bai didn't insist, she actually wanted to go with Xu Wangqiu more.

At the gate of the North Campus, Su Bai pursed his lips and looked at Xu Wangqiu, and said, "I'll take you around the school!"

Xu Wangqiu turned his head to look, and saw that many of the boys who came in and out glanced at this side, smiled and waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm afraid that your classmates in your school will misunderstand." ”

Su Bai pouted and said, "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Xu Wangqiu said exaggeratedly: "I'm afraid that the boys in your school will beat me." We were standing at the school gate, and I felt several murderous auras coming at me. Fortunately, I have practiced the "Yijin Sutra" to the ninth layer, and I have the Gang Qi to protect my body, otherwise I would have been seriously injured. If I go shopping with you at school, when I go out, I will definitely be dragged to the grove by the Peking University boys and buried alive. ”

Su Bai scolded with a smile: "Talking nonsense all day long, just forget if you don't want to go shopping." Then you go back early and stay safe on the way. ”

Xu Wangqiu smiled and waved at Su Bai, humming "Sister, you go to the bow of the boat" and left.

Su Bai stood in place and watched Xu Wangqiu go away, until his back disappeared into the sticky twilight, and then turned around and walked towards the school. Cheerful emotions flowed in her heart, and she gently hummed the song Xu Wangqiu sang in the afternoon: "Sweet honey, you smile sweetly, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze......"

When Xu Wangqiu returned to the dormitory, Liu Lin and the others had already returned, and they were all reading in the dormitory. Xu Wangqiu was quite surprised, I thought that Liu Lin and the girls from the acting department would be so excited that they would be like cats in heat, squeaking and barking, but they didn't expect that they were all studying hard. It makes sense that the fifth generation of directors can achieve so much.

Zhang Yimou was gnawing on "The Grammar of Film Language", and when he saw Xu Wangqiu coming back, it was like seeing a savior, and he even asked Xu Wangqiu for help: "Wangqiu, I didn't understand this paragraph, you tell me about it." ”

Xu Wangqiu took the book and looked at it, explaining: "This is to say that there are two types of parallel editing, the first is that the interactive threads are closely connected and in the same space; If you're making a movie, after I've said that, I'm going to shoot the reactions of different people in the classroom, and that's the first ...... of parallel editing."