I used to hate Lu Xun's articles because the teacher asked for a large number of paragraphs to be memorized. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There was a classmate who was foaming at the mouth by reciting Lu Xun's article, and she fainted in the classroom with her head up, or the infirmary where I carried her.

Therefore, at that time, many students suffered from Lu Xun's phobia.

Li Ao said a lot of nonsense, but one thing is reasonable, saying that Lu Xun's grammar was influenced by Japanese grammar, and his writing was jerky and awkward, and it was not smooth to read.

Not to mention asking children to memorize, it is very likely that they will vomit blood in their mouths and die on the spot.

When I grow up and then read Lu Xun, it makes people's hearts beat. His images of spectators are the most palpitating characters in modern literature, watching martial arts fights on the side of the street with bared teeth, watching butchers unraveling sheep, and watching the tragedy of Xianglin's sister-in-law, all of which are actually haunted by curiosity.

Human beings are born with a curiosity fetish. Some anthropologists believe that one out of every five people has an extraordinary curiosity gene.

Men mostly love voyeurism, and women mostly love gossip.

Columbus's discovery of the New World, Darwin's writing of "The Origin of Species", and the Wright brothers' invention of airplanes are also the credit of curiosity.

In reality, curiosity is often manifested as low-level desires, such as spying on celebrity gossip, spying on beautiful women's underwear, and spying on rich mistresses. **Silk counterattack, beauty in distress and rich hatred, the story should be made up like this, it seems that all screenwriters now like to lean in this direction to meet the audience's desire to peep, no matter how bloody the plot is, it is not soft-hearted.

Since childhood, he likes to spy on nature and literature, and has an extreme aversion to snooping on other people's lives and privacy.

I've always thought that if I live a private life and snoop on others, the world will probably be less harmful.

In a small place like Bridgeside Town, where everyone is exposed and snooped on for free, it feels like running through the streets with a bare ass in a dream.

Whose daughter-in-law is infertile, whose family is prosperous and who bites whom, and who has hemorrhoids, can spread all over the town in an hour.

People care more about these things than about their own lives, and they can't wait to figure out what position these two people use to have sex that causes infertility, how many teeth are deep, how many hemorrhoids have grown.

Young people with a bit of insight and ideals are tired of the lack of privacy and freedom in small places, and they flee one after another. We were the lucky ones who fled to Beijing in the name of higher education, and Mei Ge at least came to this complicated city in pursuit of love.

Young people are not crazy.

Beijing gives people inexplicable silence, and at the same time, it gives people free freedom. It is easy for people who love freedom to get used to life here.

For many years, the lust and lust derived from the root of the city wall have been petrified by time and frozen in the air. The bloody rain and bloody wind on the battlefield for thousands of years, the open and secret battles in the deep palace, came to the nose, and this kind of breath rejected ordinary people thousands of miles away.

The east of the river went to the waves, leaving only ruins and broken walls. But in the air, the story is still drifting, enduring for a long time, and today's people call it a beautiful name: a sense of history.

Coupled with the fact that down-and-out artists, literati and second-tier artists like to huddle together here to keep warm and ridicule each other, Beijing has more or less a so-called humanistic atmosphere than other second-tier cities.

Here, the spring and autumn seasons are infinitely shortened, the summer and winter seasons are infinitely extended, and there are two seasons a year, there is no buffer, and the climate is not adaptable.

When I was a child, we had a crush on Beijing, and if I didn't like it or dislike, there was tolerance and relative freedom, and there was a group of people I admired doing what I wanted to do, regardless of the climate and environment.

There are indifferent people walking on the road, just like the cells of this big city, where only grades are talked about and not emotions, and all kinds of white wolves with empty gloves are wafting. Everyone has their own small group, and each person, each group may never meet.

For the individual, it is a laissez-faire freedom, and over time you will become obsessed with this freedom.

Yoon Deji has been looking forward to us going to his uncle's luxury hotel Yunshangchuan for a long time, saying that he has prepared the most authentic hometown dishes for us.

That day, a few of us made an appointment to go to Yunshangchuan together to see the demeanor of drunk driving with this good word.

Coming out of the Guomao subway station, standing on the overpass, looking at the endless traffic and the CBD with high-rise buildings, Lu Zehuan opened his arms and took a deep breath and said, "Ah! Is there a sense of accomplishment that Beijing has been conquered by us. ”

Brother Mei complied and said, "Beijing, I'm going to trample you under my feet, haha." ”

"What's exciting, we're not even fart now." Geng Hao said.

Brother Mei didn't dare to speak again.

The name of this Yunshangchuan sounds high-end, and it is estimated that it has to be the standard of a three-star hotel.

But we groped for the address given by Yin Deji, and felt more and more that something was wrong, and we got farther and farther away from the high-rise building complex and entered a small alley.

Both sides are lined with adult shops, massage parlors and barbecue stands. The dung digger and the tricycle driver shouted, rendering the environment very full of life. Perhaps, Yunshangchuan is to have this effect of being hidden in the city.

Finally, when the three words "Yunshangchuan" appeared in front of our eyes, Lu Zehuan finally couldn't help it: "Yin Zi is too good at fooling." ”

I saw a dilapidated wooden board placed diagonally at the door, with a few large red lacquer characters on it: classic Sichuan cuisine Yunshangchuan. The "classic" "canon" also has a fucking extra horizontal written in it, fuck.

Yin Deji stood at the door in a dirty chef's suit, and when he saw us coming, he smiled brighter than the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning: "Brothers, it's finally here, welcome welcome!" ”

Next, hug us one by one. When it was Brother Mei's turn, he asked, "Well, who is this beauty?" ”

"Our high school classmate Liu Rumei recently came to Beijing to start a snack business." I say.

Yin Deji hurriedly wiped his hands, respectfully reached over to shake hands with Brother Mei, and said, "Liu Rumei, the name is good, and the person is better." ”

Brother Mei said: "I often hear them talk about you, saying that when you were a child, you were crazy and you were the most righteous. ”

Yin Deji was praised by Brother Mei like this, and he couldn't find the north, so he stared at Brother Mei with a smirk, which made people a little embarrassed.

Geng Hao patted Yin Deji's buttocks: "We have been full in the sun, thank you." ”

Yin Deji immediately came to his senses and invited us into the house.

This "luxury" hotel occupies an area of 20 square meters and has 8 small tables. Above the front wall of the house is dedicated to the God of Wealth and the goddess of the Chinese nation, Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Yin Deji's uncle was settling accounts on the computer at the bar, and when he saw us coming, he didn't look up, and continued to be busy after saying "welcome" in his mouth.

Geng Hao looked around and said, "You have to be at least seven stars." ”

Yin Deji knew that the cowhide was blowing up, so he hurriedly changed the topic and said: "Brothers, today I will cook a few good dishes to treat you, and I will see my brother's cooking skills later, everyone will sit down first." ”

Although the environment here is a little worse than that of a seven-star hotel, Yin Deji's two years of cooking do not seem to have been in vain.

Shuangliu rabbit head, diving bullfrog, boiled fish, fish-flavored shredded pork, braised fat sausage and sour and hot potato shreds, all dishes are made with color, flavor and taste, and have their own style.

The taste is rich but layered, the fresh and fragrant fusion is just right, and as soon as you enter it, you feel that all your taste buds are excited, and you can close your eyes and find the feeling of home, which we praise again and again.

I said, "It seems that Brother Mei has an opponent." ”

Brother Mei immediately made a modest move: "Where am I Brother Yin's opponent." ”

"Rumei is so gentle and beautiful, why do you call it Brother Mei." Yin Deji said unconvinced.

Lu Zehuan couldn't hold it in his mouth, and he was anxious to say: "Of course it's gentle and beautiful, how far can Haozi's daughter-in-law go." ”

Yin Deji said with a hippie smile: "Oh, it turned out to be Haozi's daughter-in-law, if I didn't say it earlier, I wanted to start." ”

The hippie smile can't hide the loss in his heart, after so many years, as soon as his ass is cocked, I can know if he wants to poop or pee. Yin Deji's careful thinking, how can he escape my eyes.

Geng Hao hurriedly affirmed his innocence: "It's all nonsense, so many dishes can't stop your mouth." ”

Brother Mei's face was white and black next to him, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't say a word.

In order to adjust the atmosphere, I pinched Yin Deji's shoulder and said, "Why didn't you steal your mouth when you are a chef, you are still so thin." ”

"Brother is honest," Yin Deji raised a glass of wine and drank it down, and began to sensationalize, "You are all cultured people, I am not educated in these few miles, brother and sister, as long as there is anything here that needs my Yin Zi's help, go up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire, and the liver and brain are smeared, if my Yin Zi frowns, he will be the turtle son." ”

We all asked Yin Deji not to say these polite words, he is a good man who eats by his own ability, culture is a fart, and this cultured hooligan in Beijing grabs a handful.

Raise a glass to youth and Beijing together.

After we were full of wine and food, we chatted at the table and remembered the bittersweet memories, waiting for Yin Deji to change his clothes and go to climb the Great Wall together.

I was going to look for him in the back room, but I overheard him talking to his uncle.

Yin Deji said: "Uncle, I have to delay playing with my friends in the afternoon." ”

His uncle said coldly: "Then count your half-day's salary today, and the 500 yuan attendance bonus this month will be deducted, don't look for me at that time." ”

"Got it, you can follow the rules." Yoon Deji was respectful.

Hearing this, there was suddenly some inexplicable sadness, Yin Deji is kind, simple, and hardworking, he has been silly on the surface, and he doesn't seem to hide his thoughts. In fact, he hid all his sorrow and endured it himself, including the self-blame for his sister's disappearance, which has been haunting him all these years.

He said that he often dreamed that his sister called him brother in his dreams, and he wanted to hold her hand but couldn't, and he opened his eyes with tears streaming down his face, and fear came from all directions.

He also said that he kept a diary every day to record the scenes in his dreams clearly. also said that he did not give up the search, and when he became the first chef in the capital and made money, he would definitely go to find his sister back in person.