Ten years from now, if we are still floating in City B, regardless of the ups and downs, what kind of state of mind will we be at that time?

F4 often makes various assumptions about the future, and always has the feeling of Zhuang Zhou's dream and butterfly's dream. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info from a small place to a big city, this is like an illusory dream, we may be the characters in someone's dream, not real.

Men generally love to dream of driving famous cars and soaking up beautiful women, and they don't want to wake up, but the dreams can't be preset according to the program and desires. Yin Deji got up that morning and told me that the dream was the female Tyson and the fire three-wheeler that his father bought for him, and the female Tyson wanted to kiss him in the dream, which scared him awake and scared his brain cramps.

When we first came to City B, Yin Deji artistically gave us the nickname of "Dream Chaser of City B".

Geng Hao's level of pouring cold water is unmatched, he said let's not talk nonsense, what a dream chaser, a fart chaser, we will be at most a North Drifter in the future, sucking in the turbid air and squeezing the subway bus to be scolded by the boss, the dream is still done at night.

Yin Deji told me privately that he had a dream, and at that time his eyes were bright and serious. He said that his dream will definitely come true, and he will become the first chef in Beijing in the future, and he can shake the spoon to make the chef world in City B earthquake, and then marry and have children with the person he likes, Brother Mei, and become a winner in life.

He asked me.

I said I don't know, maybe make a magazine.

Although I take dreams as horses, I will never talk about dreams until I am emotional.

Dreams are inherently illusory, and when they are spoken, they are even more illusory, and they are suspected of pretending. Besides, this B city may not exist at all, but it is just the "too illusory realm" of those of us who are dreaming of spring.

He asked again: "If you are given five million, but you are asked to give up your studies, do you dare?" ”

Back then we often played games that were chosen between five million and ideal. Anyway, he doesn't spend money on playing tricks, and he is obsessed with a rich man's addiction.

"I don't want to." I say.

"Although I admire you, you are still stupid, now this degree is made of bean dregs and fart, it is not worth a fart money, you value it so much?" Yin Deji said puzzled.

"Because the five million are not really in front of me. There is a story like this, about a reporter went to interview a farmer friend, the farmer only had a cow in his family, and this cow suffered a lot with him, and the reporter asked him if you had 5 million now, and asked you to donate this 5 million or donate this cow, what would you donate? The farmer didn't think about it and immediately said that I would donate five million. Then the reporter showed an admiring expression and asked the farmer if he had any feelings for the cow, and he replied, "No, because I do have the cow, but the five million old men don't." ”

"To put it bluntly, people are selfish and love money, and some people can be indifferent to fame and fortune."

I said, "Well, if a person believes in the more things that money can't buy, then the more freely he lives, and the more he believes that money can buy anything, the more his life will definitely not be good." ”

Yin Deji smiled bitterly and said, "We are really poor and sour. ”

After settling Yin Deji's parents that night, I took him back to my dormitory, and Yuan Zheng went out to play crazy with the girl. Yang Chenjun was reading a book in the dormitory by himself.

I introduced them to each other.

Yin Deji was interested in the mountain songs of Yang Chenjun's hometown, and said that there was a chef in Yunshangchuan who was also from GZ's side, and he had nothing to do to roar yellow mountain songs, and he could sing the crotch of those stinky men into a tent, which was simply a good product for those single stinky men.

As soon as Yang Chenjun heard the things in his hometown, he was immediately interested, and the two of them chatted with the villagers as if they were seeing the villagers.

It seems that Yang Chenjun and Yin Deji are like roommates who get along day and night, but I have become a stranger in the boarding room.

Yin Deji asked Yang Chenjun to yell two sentences, Monk Yang resigned at first, and finally couldn't rely on Yin Deji, so he had to say: "Since Teacher Yin wants me to yell two sentences, then I'll sing two sentences, see you laugh." ”

Yang Chenjun cleared his throat, returned to the basics, and began to sing in melodious GZ dialect. Suddenly, every cubic meter of air in the whole bedroom was filled with mountain game from GZ.

This lyric is roughly a conversation between the brother who chops wood and the pretty sister on the other side of the ravine, and the more they talk, the more heated it becomes, and finally it involves the contact of the reproductive organs.

Hearing our applause, Yang Chenjun stopped abruptly at the critical moment. We wanted to throw this guy off the balcony and chop it up alive. No matter how coercive and tempting he is, he is unwilling to continue singing. He said: "We, the elegant house, talk and laugh with great Confucianism, and stop at the point, otherwise it will be vulgar." ”

As the saying goes, "SC people are not afraid of spicy, hn people are not afraid of spicy, GZ people are afraid of spicy", Yin Deji has been a chef for so many years, he is interested in eating nature, and he also has research, although this product can't get fat no matter how he eats, and the slimming board is the same as being gnawed by a vampire, but the research on food is unmatched by several of us.

He said to Yang Chenjun with interest: "The intestinal noodles in your hometown are overbearing and miserable, the soup is bright red, the blood is tender and smooth, the chicken soup is bright but not greasy, spicy but not violent, and the aftertaste is long. ”

Yang Chenjun insisted on eating vegetarian for a few years, but when he was a child, he was a very murderous carnivore man, it is said that when he was six years old, he could eat a roast chicken at a meal, and he could gnaw two big white steamed buns after eating, which frightened his father and mother, and pulled him to the hospital to take an X-ray to find out if the child had two stomachs in his belly.

According to Yang Chenjun, when he was a child, he loved to eat intestinal noodles the most, he said: "At that time, I followed the adults to the market, and looking at the intestinal noodles was like hemp candy sticking to the crotch, I couldn't open it, and I wouldn't leave if the adults didn't buy it for me." That authentic old heirloom store, the store was opened by a husband and wife, and I drool when I think of their intestinal noodles now. ”

chatting and chatting about everyone's hunger, saliva flowed into a river, so I simply went outside to buy hot pot base and went back to the dormitory to hot pot to eat.

When it comes to private rice cookers in the dormitory, there are many legends here.

The meals in the university cafeteria should take into account students from all over the world, neither south nor north, neither west nor east, nor class. The boiled meat slices can't see a drop of red oil, and the picks are like Zhou Chopping Skin, and a spoonful of them is full of the most delicate and dazzling pieces of meat that can be eaten on the dinner plate, but the hand of the vegetable shakes, and the meat slices all fucking fall off, leaving only the mung bean sprouts at the bottom.

Restricted by this environment, it has become a common practice for students who love heavy tastes to keep all kinds of kitchenware in their dormitories.

It is a pity that the school prohibits the private possession of kitchen utensils and high-power electrical appliances, but it is useless to prohibit it.

The self-righteous madness of believing that the anti-human rules of the school are intended to protect the interests of the canteen makes us as intellectuals very sad, so the private collection of tableware has an incomparably noble legitimacy, and we are rebelling against oppression.

Sometimes the school turns a blind eye, as long as you don't play too much, the dormitory staff only gives a verbal warning, because the dormitory staff also has a few sets of super luxury tableware hidden in their own dormitory.

A lot of good things have been ruined in the hands of children and women, I didn't believe this sentence before, but since that accident, I think this sentence has a little reference value.

The girls' dormitory had the most fun, and once I finally played it. These girls actually started a chef competition in the dormitory, and each dormitory produced a dish to participate in the evaluation, with the first prize of 1,000 yuan, the second prize of 800 yuan, and the third prize of 500 yuan. In an instant, the building was smoky, as if it had caught fire.

The circuit of this student dormitory is already as old as the coffin board jingles, and all kinds of electrical equipment are rushing together, burning the transformer of the school's main circuit.

As a result, each female dormitory was fined 400 yuan for circuit maintenance and to warn all deviants.

After that, the school began to crack down, which was similar to the scene of the police comrades who saw on the news to sweep away pornography and illegal activities, and the inspection team set up by the student union walked around the dormitory building every day, spying on intelligence, and some people followed the video.

The inspection team found piles of rice cookers, electric frying pans, induction cookers, and fast heating tools, which were piled up into a hill downstairs in the dormitory.

On a few occasions, I didn't know if it was the inspectors of the girls' dormitory who pretended to be pure or what, and found a few women's vibrators, saying that they were high-power electrical appliances and had to be confiscated. When I met a girl with strong self-esteem, she yelled that she wanted to commit suicide by jumping off the building.

Of course, those who shout to jump off the building are not sincere about jumping off the building.

This matter made a big fuss, and the principal hurriedly came forward to apologize to the girls, and let them solve the problem without taking the exam.

I wrote an article published in Tide, questioning the violent law enforcement of the inspectors, and arguing that the canteen should not engage in commercial monopoly, and that various local cuisines should be introduced in the form of competitive bidding to meet the different tastes of students.

As soon as this article was published, I received letters from alumni from various colleges and universities, saying that it was so good and wonderful that it was so relieving that they had poured out all the bitter water they had held for several years, and if they didn't say it again, everyone would have to hold back their internal injuries.

Later, the school was divided into a halal area and an area of the four major cuisines, and what made us happy was not that our mouths were satisfied, but because the struggle had achieved phased results.

Later, there was a resurgence of private kitchen utensils, but everyone kept a low profile. This has also led to various topics and conjectures in the boys' dormitory, such as: How many vibrators are hidden in this girls' dormitory? We can't be so cowardly, we have to send charcoal in the snow, and learn from Uncle Lei Feng to actively solve urgent problems for female compatriots.

There is no way, there are more meat and less wolves in liberal arts universities, and sometimes when I walk on campus, I see countless short and frustrated ** silk hugging beautiful women who are taller than them, and I feel that the end of the world is coming.

Our dormitory 313 has a private rice cooker and a set of kitchenware, and every weekend, we will cook something to eat, hot pot and soup. Yuan Zheng has eaten all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas since he was a child, and occasionally tastes the home-cooked food I make, and he is crazy.

Yang Chenjun's vegetarian dishes can make meat flavor every time, which I admire.

That night, I, Yin Deji and Yang Chenjun had a climax eating hot pot in the dormitory, and Yin Deji's mobile phone suddenly rang rapidly.

On the phone, Yin Deji's mother's voice was anxious: "Baby, come quickly!" Come on! Something is wrong! ”

It seems that something really big is going to make Yin Deji go to the hotel immediately.

We broke out in a cold sweat, put on our coats and followed Yin Deji to the hotel.

When I came to the hotel room, I saw Yin Deji's father leaning on the bed, with a bitter face, breaking out in a cold sweat like us, and fidgeting.

It turned out that Yin Laohan was unaccustomed to the water and soil, had a stomach upset, and when he entered the toilet, he was dumbfounded - a sitting toilet. The old man has seen this thing for most of his life, and he doesn't know how to control it at all, and he can't pull it out as if the back door is blocked.

tried several times, but failed, and finally held back his face blue, his abdomen was swollen and painful, and he was about to give birth in October, so he remembered to call Yin Deji.

Yin Deji looked around, couldn't, pulled his father to the woods outside the hotel, and solved the problem by dividing it by two.

The whole process was thrilling, and when I saw the toilet many years later, I would think of the scene at that time and the cool and crooked expression of Yin Laohan after he came out of the woods.