Chapter 14 Hello, Rich Second Generation
Yu Yue once explained to me why the word "I" is a "find" connected by a skimming and a left and right. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info He said that that one represents the fertilized egg, since you have you, you are looking for yourself, you don't look, there will never be "me". Life is a process of searching.
I have to admit that I am strikingly in agreement with him on some points. Even some of the practices are surprisingly consistent, such as reading magazines, I like to turn from the back page to the front, from the end of the story to the beginning of the story, and enjoy the sense of being in control of the ending.
BJ's skies are bleak and strong, and they are very different from their hometowns. Under the dome, there are entangled incomprehensible desires.
I like to live indifferently and independently, without fighting with the world, like a lonely, confident, ** "Steppenwolf".
I did not shy away from showing the cynicism of the literati who were peculiar to the cynicism of money and the habitual antipathy of the ugly propertied people.
I'd rather be what Wang Xiaobo calls a "maverick pig", even though I know I'm just a pig.
I don't want a monster like the rich second generation to break into my world, because knowledge and wealth in today's China really can't be integrated and unified in one person.
But this rich second generation couldn't help but say that he broke into my world alive and tore the trajectory of my life.
He may not have that much power, but he did do something that made me and him like some kind of ancient curse.
The liberal arts university is inclusive and open, and even the dormitory design is unique, with male and female dormitories adjacent to each other, which is suitable for the taste of obsessive men.
On the balcony, there are always classmates holding binoculars to observe the opposite side, and while dripping with a hara, they evaluate the appearance of the three measurements.
The ratio of girls to boys is three to one, and at this age of hormonal surges, the buddies of the North Mining College often go south to snatch the resources of our school's girls.
In order to defend the honor of our school, the senior brothers once got involved with a gang of people from the Mining Institute, and they all fought to the point of bleeding until they reached the Wudaokou in the center of the universe.
The brothers said: "The fucking coal digger is not good at digging coal, and he is tired of coming to our school to rob women." ”
As a result, the two schools expelled the perpetrators from both sides before they settled the matter.
For the sake of women, both sides lose. That year, there was a saying in the rivers and lakes: Youth who has not fought for women is incomplete.
In fact, the "group fight for women" in this saliva sentence can be replaced with various behaviors, such as **, **, hangover, as long as those rotten people want to get it, there is nothing that can't be done, and after doing it, they will hypocritically come to youth to carry the black pot.
I think this kind of thing will happen again in the future, and if the two schools fight again, I may face Lu Zejun, where can Lao Tzu hurt my little brother, it's too late to hurt him.
Later, I thought that my high-minded personality was also the material for the literary club and the basketball team, and I wouldn't mix with the group of wild people who fought in groups.
Freshmen are enrolled, and the luxury cars coming and going in the school are overwhelming, and the capital is a place where rich and high-ranking officials gather, and it seems that it is really not blown. It can be seen that most of the people who can be admitted to liberal arts universities have received a good family and school education in high school.
In the ancient inspirational story, it was ridiculous to arrange for a poor student to take the top prize, return to his hometown, and dump his girlfriend Xiaofang in the village to marry the prime minister's daughter.
The reality is just the opposite, the material conditions are not guaranteed, the education is not good, and every day they do some dirty things such as stealing light from the wall and reading at night, tightening their belts and living can still counterattack, and they don't believe in deceiving ghosts.
I just moved into the dorm and found that I was the first to arrive. The room was empty, I picked the innermost bed on the left, next to the window, the feng shui is excellent, the key is that personal privacy can be protected. Like squatting in the public toilet, you must choose the inside, otherwise it is easy to be attacked from both sides and enjoy the double smell, wouldn't it be a loss.
Before he finished cleaning up, a young man wearing sunglasses and carrying a big guitar cross-body, dressed in an extremely fashionable manner, walked into the room without any worries.
Before I could speak, he introduced himself in a thick Beijing accent: "Yuan Zheng, BJ, no girlfriend, heterosexual." Take care of it in the future! ”
He took off his sunglasses and smiled, a bit of a star, quite a handsome young man. He reached over and shook it with me.
I said, "Zeng Xiaoyu, SC people, the others are the same as you." ”
He looked at me, and he was quite satisfied with this roommate, so he was a little naturally familiar, and praised Sichuan cuisine for being good, Sichuan cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, and croaking SC beauties like clouds, like a closed moon, shy flowers, sinking fish and geese.
I said with a conscience blindfolded to my taste buds, "BJ roast duck is also good." ”
"Nanxiong and Beixiu have their own merits, gotta, go down and help me move things."
Downstairs was parked a red carriage, a Ferrari, with an equally stylish long-legged woman sitting in the passenger seat, with long wavy hair hanging down her shoulders, and the denim shorts she wore were so shrunk that they were almost gone, and her false eyelashes were estimated to be twenty feet long.
"Friend Bell," Yuan Zheng pointed to her and introduced me, "roommate Zeng Xiaoyu." ”
Out of politeness, I nodded to her, "Hello." ”
The woman was bursting with confidence, squinted at me, gave me an "um", and continued to watch and rub her colorful nails.
Yuan Zheng leaned up and kissed her forehead and said, "Honey, I'll come down in a few minutes." ”
After that, he and I walked to the dormitory with big bags and small bags.
I said, "You said you don't have a girlfriend." ”
He said nonchalantly: "I know you are wondering, she is not my girlfriend, she is my female friend." The word "sex" dragged on for a long time, and he smiled meaningfully after speaking.
I understand, the rich second generation is just a game, and I can predict that this person in front of me is the scum of Yu Yue.
After moving things, Yuan Zheng said: "Dude, I won't invite you to dinner if you have something today, let's go another day." ”
"You're going to get busy with yours."
"Then we'll see you in the evening." With that, he walked out of the dormitory, and it wasn't long before I heard the motor of a sports car, like a monster roaring, as fucking deaf as a farm tractor.
After I packed up my things, cleaned the dorm room, put up a few movie posters, and put a few of my favorite books on the shelves, I finally felt a little at home.
In the past few days, I was a little tired from running around, so I climbed into bed and read a book, and I fell asleep.
I dreamed that F4 was peeing on the river by the river, and when I couldn't stop the climax, Fu Wenxin appeared behind me, I looked at my mother, why didn't I wear pants, and looked for leaves everywhere to cover key parts, and when I found a pumpkin leaf, Fu Wenxin had disappeared without a trace.
I called her name everywhere with tears in my eyes, but no one answered, and my heart was like ashes, and I was extremely lost. They persuaded me, pointed to the sky, and said, "She's gone."
I looked at the sky innocently, crying, and the roosters who loved to kill people in the pig farm in the town suddenly jumped on my head and pecked my hair, pecking and screaming: "Xiao Yuyu, it's time to get up." ”
When I opened my eyes, I saw that Yuan Zheng was scratching my hair.
I felt like I was still sleeping on a cozy bed at home, waiting for my parents to make dinner to wake me up, and after eating, I went to Yin Deji, Lu Zejun, and Yin Deji to watch movies, eat skewers, and watch beautiful women.
I quickly got up and asked, "What time is it?" ”
He said: "It was half past ten BJ time. ”
"Ah, I've slept for so long."
"I haven't eaten yet, I brought you takeout, seafood set." He placed a plastic lunch box on my desk.
I said, "Thank you." ”
"Thank you, everyone will be a family in the future."
I thought that the private life of this rich second generation was debatable, but his mind was quite normal, unlike Zhang Bing in the town, who had no one in his eyes.
And I, my body moved, and my heart still remained in Qiaobian Town. When I saw everything in front of me, I realized that I had met a good roommate in BJ.
In the evening, I started to look up rental information on the Internet to do the first step for Brother Mei to settle down in BJ.
Yuan is holding his mobile phone and playing social software, let me see this girl's ass for a while, and let me see that girl's big breasts for a while.
He was a little lonely and impatiently asked me what I was doing.
I said, "I'm helping a fellow find a house, woman." ”
He immediately came to his senses and asked, "Yo, how is the Sichuan girl." Is it pretty? Is it gentle? Can you cook? How's the personality? ”
"Don't have any bad ideas, people already have their hearts."
"Look at you, am I so unruly? That's it, my dad has an old classmate, that aunt is good, her daughter went to study in the UK, this aunt now lives alone in a three-bedroom house, I want to find a little girl, I don't pay rent, but I have a good temper, I have to be able to clean up and cook, and I have time to chat with her. ”
I asked, "Can you eat spicy food?" ”
He said, "It's not spicy, it's not happy." ”
I slapped my hands in excitement.
The next day, Yuan Zheng drove me and Brother Mei to this aunt's house.
This time I drove a Land Rover off-road vehicle, and I didn't dare to ask how many cars this local tyrant had in his house, and I didn't bother to ask.
The aunt's surname is Miao, and the husband and wife are both university professors, and the husband takes the first step. After her daughter went abroad to study, she stayed alone in an empty house and wanted to find a little girl to fill the vacancy.
Although Brother Mei is usually very aggressive, when he should be careful, he is thinner than an embroidery needle. One "Aunt Miao" screamed one after another, bombarding indiscriminately, and it was so sweet that it was tired of death.
Aunt Miao is reasonable, cheerful and straightforward, unlike the legendary BJ mother, who had a hot fight with Brother Mei within five seconds of meeting, and was about to be called a brother.
It's a pity that Brother Mei is a girl, otherwise she would definitely be forced to be a son-in-law.
It turned out that Aunt Miao's husband was a teacher at the Military Academy before his death, and he loved the military as much as his life, which happened to match Brother Mei's hobby. When the two of them chatted, sparks flew and Yuan Zheng and I were hanging next to each other to make soy sauce.
At noon, we had dinner at Aunt Miao's house, and Brother Mei made a few good dishes: back to the pot meat, boiled beef, stir-fried spinach, and fried kidney flower with green onions.
Aunt Miao and Yuan Zheng couldn't speak, the dishes were eaten cleanly, even the chopped green onions, ginger and garlic were eaten by them, and after eating, they touched their stomachs with satisfaction and said that they had never eaten such delicious dishes.
We didn't expect to solve the accommodation problem of Brother Mei so smoothly.
After settling down Brother Mei, on the way back to school, Yuan Zheng said: "This girl is good, you won't already have a leg." ”
"Don't guess, we've been classmates since high school, and she likes one of my little hair."
He had a lewd glint in his eyes and said, "It's more exciting to be with a woman with small hair." ”
"I don't know your worldview, I never think so." I glanced at him in disgust.
Yuan Zheng saw that I was getting serious, and immediately pulled down the hippie smile, patted me and said, "Just kidding, don't mind." ”
Sitting in the car, looking out the window at the receding high-rise buildings and the bustling flow of people and vehicles, the dry air with the smell of engine oil and dust swept over the skin, and repeatedly reminded me that I was in BJ. The first thing to do is to leave the lofty ideals for a while, and slowly open up the detailed and perhaps monotonous realities of life.
In the evening, I chatted with Yuan Zheng until late, and we still have a common language when we don't talk about women and don't involve sexual relations.
Children who study liberal arts generally have a sensitive response to art, have a similar keen view of things, and have a lonely and lively side in their hearts.
Beneath the cynical surface of Yuan Zheng lies a lonely and complex soul. His parents were both in the real estate business, and when he was four years old, his parents divorced, and he moved in with his father.
His father was afraid that the outside world would hurt him and did not send him to kindergarten. Every day he locks him in the house for the babysitter to watch and buys him all the toys he likes.
In captivity, he looked at the blue sky and birds outside in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, imagining the temperature of the forest, the rain, the morning dew and the sunset, and lived a completely different life from our crazy Qiaobian Town.
He said that he ate the best, but he was not happy, and his face was full of melancholy at a young age, like a lonely old man who had no one to support him.
When he was 12 years old, he stood on a tall building and looked at the people and things below, not knowing whether it was despair or hope, whether he was thinking about death or flying, and a force dragged him forward, and he almost jumped off in one step, but fortunately he was pulled back by the people behind.
He said that in the future, he would never stand on a high place and look down, afraid to control the desire not to jump down.
Later, when he grew up, his father no longer imprisoned him. He started playing with racing cars and women.
His parents never cared what he did, they just deposited money into his account, and he couldn't spend all the money in his life.
He said that he had no friends, only drinking friends, car friends, travel friends, and gun friends, and never knew how to write the word "friend".
He even secretly cried at night, with a few tender models lying next to him. He said that this loneliness was so deep in his bone marrow that it was like a terminal illness that plagued him.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.
He said, "I don't know, why do I always have a hunch that you're going to be my best friend?" ”
I said, "I said you told me you were crying in a bunch of tender molds, why did you tell me this?" ”
He smiled wickedly and said, "Tell the truth, that's the truth." How about I introduce you to a few? ”
Knowing that he was energetic again, he simply didn't pick up the stubble and pretended to sleep.