The name of the cultural compound sounds elegant, but Xu Hui's first impression is very bad, full of low bungalows and small courtyards, as well as ubiquitous earth-colored walls, which constitute the chaotic architectural layout of the compound, which is difficult to match with literature and elegance.

Xu Hui, who had just transferred from other places, was very uncomfortable with this kind of coarse mine and messy compound, and his mind was still full of the smoke and rain in the southern town, the winding and deep alleys, the pavilion courtyards with white walls and gray tiles, the slightly damp and fragrant air, taking a deep breath, refreshing people's hearts.

The air in Xiping is too dry, I need to drink water constantly, I still feel that my throat is smoking, and the wind is strong, and in the early summer afternoon, I can actually feel the slightest chill.

But Xu Hui has to admit that the weather here is really good, with clear skies and bright sunshine, which makes people energetic.

The compound is large, and there are many residents, and the ubiquitous walls make Xu Hui very suspicious that he will get lost when he first arrives. He didn't understand the compound here, nor did he understand why people fenced themselves off, and they didn't have the freedom and tranquility of the south.

In fact, in the seventies and eighties of the last century, the term compound was only a general term, and it did not have a specific reference later, such as the current compound of a certain organ, the compound of a certain military region, and so on.

At that time, the compound actually referred to the ordinary family homes of the employees of the units.

It is said to be ordinary, because in those days, many cities across the country had such large and small family homes. At that time, there was no commercial housing, and in order to solve the housing problem of employees and their families, all units built collective dormitories, and the vast majority of employees and their families lived in this collective dormitory.

In order to unify management, many collective dormitories are enclosed with walls, the top of the wall is pasted with cement and glass ballast, and a large iron gate is built at the entrance of the main passage, which is considered a family home.

The same is true for the cultural compound, with a slight difference, there are four units concentrated in the compound, including the Repertory Troupe, the Qinxiang Troupe, the Peace Theater and the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles, all of which are subordinate to the Municipal Bureau of Culture, and everyone is a system, so it is called the Cultural Compound.

Due to historical reasons, in order to sort out the property rights relationship, within the unified courtyard wall, each unit built a small wall on its own territory to show independence, so the wall full of eyes that Xu Hui saw was such a situation.

Of course, the process is extremely complicated, and it is naturally difficult for Xu Hui, who has just moved in, to understand. His new home, located in the middle of the compound on the west side of the public water house, is a small courtyard of three brick bungalows surrounded by two felt blanks.

In 1987, there were very few motor vehicles, especially social vehicles, not to mention professional moving companies, so this condition was not bad.

There are colleagues in the unit and new neighbors in the compound who come to help. In those years, moving was a big deal, so I wanted to be festive and lively, regardless of whether I knew each other or not, and the accent of the southern and northern accents all called Xu's father Lao Xu.

In this way, Xu Hui has nothing to do, at most he helps to clean up small things, and spends more time standing at the door of his own courtyard, curiously looking at the environment around his new home, and he doesn't understand why there are so many people with different accents in the compound.

Right now, Xu Hui is being stared at very uncomfortably by a group of dolls who have just finished school under the bungalow opposite.

A group of people, seven or eight people, looking at him intently, looked at him in unison, Xu Hui had the feeling of being in a zoo and becoming a gorilla.

The most unbearable thing was one of the young men with fair skin and clear eyebrows, this guy stared at Xu Hui in a daze, his eyes were bright, his gaze was cold and sharp, and there was an undisguised provocation.

Xu Hui didn't understand what point of his body provoked the other party, in short, he didn't dare to look at him, and he couldn't resist it, so he simply slipped away and fled back to his own courtyard.

In addition to the other party's eyes, what impressed Xu Hui was this person's uninhibited appearance, which was not easy to provoke at first glance. The guy's long, tousled hair almost hanging down his shoulders, and a shabby yellow-green canvas schoolbag hanging from his chest, such a simple and vague image has always existed in his mind and cannot be erased.

At that time, Xu Hui didn't know that the young man who disgusted and timid him just now turned out to be his neighbor across the wall, and it had a great impact on his future life.

The boy's name is Zhao Ge, the same age as Xu Hui, he is a doll in a native cultural compound, his father works as a stage artist in the repertory troupe, that is, he makes and fiddles with stage set props, and his mother works in a department store. He also has an older brother, who is quite a bit older in age, and went to serve in the army the year before last.

Xu Hui then learned about the new neighbors, and the situation was probably like this.

With the laughter outside, the children who have returned from school one after another, the courtyard suddenly became lively, and most of the dolls threw their schoolbags home, and they couldn't wait to run out of the house to find their partners to play.

Occasionally, they would curiously look at the gate of Xu Hui's courtyard, and more often than not, they would run around the courtyard.

After a while, he ran away without a trace, and then rushed out from the other end of the compound noisily, enjoying himself.

The adults who came back from work, still carrying vegetables in their hands, looked for their children among the mud monkey-like children, and then shouted loudly with angry faces: "Tiedan, you dead baby, what are you running around? Do you write your homework? Hurry up and go home for Lao Tzu!"

"You shitty baby, do you have the floor in your hand?

"Black Bull, why does your head stink like shit......?

"Oh, quietly, look at your little face, what's going on? Hurry up and go home, mom will wash you..."

“……”

The roar of the southern and northern tones, although coarse, is full of life. The old man sitting in the sun at the gate of his yard is the happiest at the moment, looking at the dolls being trained, with a thick smile on his face full of wrinkles and folds.

As the sun sets, the sound of pots and pans rises in the compound, and the smoke rises, and the happiest and most pleasant time of the day begins after dusk.

Lao Zhao didn't have time to take care of Zhao Ge today, so after kicking his son home with two feet, he beckoned Lao Hantou and a few other colleagues to the new neighbor's house to congratulate him on the housewarming. Everyone is a system, and they are usually more familiar, so no one sees outside, and each family stir-fries a dish and serves it over, and then pushes the cup and changes the cup at Lao Xu's house.

"Lao Tzu tells you, Lao Xu next door is your Lao Tzu's buddy, his son has just returned from a transfer from other places, and he is not allowed to bully others when he plays together in the future, do you hear?"

Zhao Ge squinted at his own Lao Tzu's back in the dark, and his heart was very angry.