Chapter 52: The Tenderness of the Royal Sister

The next day, I asked Fu Wenxin to go to Brother Mei's cold noodle shop to take a look at the posture of this "cold noodle Shih Tzu". Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info This girl is inspired to be the second "old godmother", since coming to BJ, the crazy girl's energy has dissipated a lot, and she has become more and more stable.

Some BJ aunt customers call her "big girl", seeing that she is diligent and capable, she has to be pulled back to be her son's wife, and some of them still came back from studying abroad. But Brother Mei has a deep affection for Geng Hao, unrequited love all day long, and ignores the courtesy of others.

When I came to the cold noodle shop, I saw this female man waving pots and pans in the store, like a female hero Huashan arguing on the sword, with a slight sweat on her forehead, and she was very busy. Although it was winter, there was an endless stream of people who came to buy cold noodles, and she couldn't keep herself busy, so she hired a female student as a helper.

When she was done, she beckoned us to sit down and happily served us cold noodles. After tasting it, it was still the same taste, the aftertaste was endless, and my mouth was full of memories in an instant, and I thought of my hometown. The magic of taste allows thoughts to travel through time and space to the heart.

Brother Mei said: "Now that the store is on the right track, tired is tired, but every day is fulfilling, my parents are very happy, and I really have to thank Comrade Xiaoyu, I can't open this store without your help." ”

I said, "Yuan Zheng also has a part to do, if he hadn't asked Aunt Miao to take you in, it would have been very difficult for us to find a place to live." ”

Brother Mei suddenly remembered one thing: "Speaking of Aunt Miao, she is really good, saying that she is happy to see us, and she must go to see her often, she said that it is not easy for us to come to Beijing for the baby, so that her mother wants to care for us." ”

After a while, Yin Deji came. It turned out that this guy would come rain or shine every night to help Brother Mei clean up the storefront, and everything was neat and tidy, and he was happy to do dirty work. Brother Mei wanted to pay him, not only did he not want it, but he had to eat two bowls of cold noodles every time he came, and he had to pay.

Everyone can see that Yin Deji is not here to volunteer, but for the beauty.

Privately, he said to me, "I am now 'unrepentant in the end when my belt is getting wider, and I will be haggard for Iraq.'" ”

I said, "With your slender body, you can't wear any haggard clothes, so you just wrap a white cloth into a mummy." ”

In the evening, Yin Deji and Brother Mei cooked a few good dishes, and several people pulled their tongues to eat.

On the way back to school, I said to Wen Xin seriously, "What do you think of Yuan Zheng?" Let's be honest. ”

"How do I know that he is your roommate, and how he has nothing to do with me." She looked slightly angry again.

"I'm just asking."

"How's your magazine, how is it getting along with your beautiful editor-in-chief?"

"What do you mean by my beautiful editor-in-chief, in terms of colleague relationship, what can I do?"

"Who knows how you are. Don't all people like the royal sister now? ””

"Haha, no, comrade, at least I'm not," I asked, "Hey, by the way, have you heard of the Four Musketeers of "Tide"? ”

"Of course I've heard that I have a lot of old Chao magazines at home, and I once asked my dad where he came from, and he said he got it from a friend. I also asked him about the current situation of the Four Musketeers in the eighties and nineties, and he had a strange expression, saying that they might have their own lives, and asked him if he knew him, and he was vague and did not speak. ”

I was puzzled and said, "It's strange, I also have a lot of old issues of Chao at home, and I asked my dad the same question, and his answer was similar." ”

"Really? There were some things going on in that era that they probably didn't want to talk about. ”

I thought for a moment and said, "Maybe." ”

The two days before the publication of Chao magazine are the busiest, the text needs to be proofread for the final time, and the layout needs to be confirmed with the American editor to ensure that there are no hard mistakes. Sometimes working overtime until late, the editor-in-chief smiled very generously and caringly, and when we worked overtime, she would buy us supper to cheer us up and encourage us.

This magazine retains its youthful temperament and independent spirit, even if it is overtime all night, it does not feel tired, and everyone is attracted by common ideals and beliefs when working together.

After each publication, I hold the new issue of the magazine in my hand, rub the cover, and read the words inside, and the spiritual comfort I get cannot be measured by material things.

In private, I often hear others laughing at her obscenity, saying that she doesn't have a boyfriend, ** unbearable, and needs a man to moisturize. After all, a beautiful lady is convex and backward, and she is still single, and she is surrounded by a group of young and frivolous crazy men, and it is difficult not to be obscene.

Sometimes, Fang Xiao and I were busy, and when we were tired from working overtime, we would go to the rooftop of the building to sit and chat, drink coffee and watch the stars.

Once, she said to me: "Your mind is much more mature than your peers, and you are well-read, and your words are penetrating, and our magazine is more energetic after you come in, thank you for your dedication." ”

"Where, I love this work and take it very sacred."

She looked up at the sky and said faintly: "My parents are both high-level intellectuals, and they have cultivated me according to high standards since I was a child. But I was a special child, and when I was a child, I always said things differently from other children. Later, I gradually realized that some of the things I preached in the books I read were not very normal, and I no longer bowed to the majesty of my parents, and not everything they told me was true. When I found out, I was scared at first, and then I was at ease. I began to read books desperately, read foreign classics, and find confidants in the sea of books. The more you read the book, the more painful it becomes, because you need to think about it more.

"A girl doll with ideas, boys will be scared, right? Did I scare you? She looked at me with a smile.

I didn't dare to look at her and said, "No, you're so good, ordinary boys don't dare to climb high." I empathize with you in reading, Confucian intellectuals want to 'establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations', I always feel that this is too mysterious, the standard of establishing a heart and life is too vague, and there is a lack of people's hearts, and it is often violent and killing when it is established, so our history is full of blood. ”

"Yes, my parents' generation came out of the era when there were no people's hearts, and their minds were affected, and when it comes to being intellectuals, they are actually far from the standard of true intellectuals," Fang Xiao said, "I read a script called "Bitter Love" that describes the living conditions of people at that time, and the script writes that the migratory geese line up in the sky into the word 'human', and 'human' should be written in the sky instead of being trampled on the ground. ”

I agreed, saying, "But since ancient times, there have always been people who like to trample others under their feet to highlight their superiority, because there are too few intellectuals around us and too many hooligans. In my mind, a true intellectual not only has received traditional and ordinary written knowledge, but also has to have a keen sense of criticism and rich creativity, Russell, Toynbee, Popper, Hayek and others, can be called intellectuals, and now what dog-headed professors go around teaching and cheating on funds, and call themselves intellectuals, it is simply an insult to the word "intellectual". ”

"In the thirties and forties, those people could be called intellectuals, right?" Fang Xiao asked.

"Yes, I remember Mr. Yin Haiguang said: 'An intellectual must meet two conditions at the same time: first, pay attention to moral conduct, and second, dedicate himself to the truth.'" If you want to sculpt an image to interpret the real sense of 'intellectual', his model must come from France, Russia or Britain and other European countries. But it's very strange, have you found that this is a strange situation, the warlords in the troubled times of the Republic of China were divided, and the intellectuals were very enthusiastic, and the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties were like this in history, like a curse. There is a pattern of troubled times in troubled times, and there is pain in governing the world. ”

"Xing, the people are bitter; Death, the people suffer. It's a brilliant summary. ”

I nodded in agreement: "Intellectuals are summarizing, warning, and criticizing, isn't our "Tide" also doing this work? ”

Fang Xiao's face darkened: "There is one thing I only want to tell you, I am always vaguely worried about the safety of "Tide", every day is like walking a tightrope, and I always feel that there will be problems with the magazine. ”

"Magazines are attached to the school, we can't help ourselves, we just need to do our best, and some things will succeed or fail, and we have no way to predict."

"That's right, without an independent economy, there is no right to speak, you must know the "Observation" magazine founded by Mr. Chu Anping, right?"

"Of course, I know that this magazine maintains an objective and impartial stand, and with the conscience and sense of responsibility of intellectuals, it freely comments on the country's politics, economy, and culture in various aspects, which reflects the concern of intellectuals for society outside of their careers at that time, and many of the articles in it are not outdated to read now."

"Well, but its shortcomings are also obvious, compared with the "New Moon" and "Independent Review" of the year, "Observation" is not independent, Di Yijin is the largest shareholder of "Observation", he alone accounts for more than 80% of the equity, although Mr. Chu Anping is very idealistic, but he can't help but listen to the thoughts of his shareholders, and if he is not obedient, he may have no money to spend."

I sighed and said: "It is difficult for literati to become facts, Mr. Chu Anping is so noble and pretentious, in the end, he can't see anyone alive or dead." Some people say that he jumped into the river and died in BJ, there is a theory that he jumped into the sea in TJ, there are also people who say that he jumped into the sea in Qingdao, some people say that he fled to the Soviet Union when he was transformed by XJ, some people say that he went to be a monk, and I saw an article a few days ago saying that he did not die and is alive and well in the United States. It feels like nonsense, and the more you describe it, the more sci-fi it becomes. ”

"Regardless of whether he is dead or alive, or where he is, at least his spirit remains, isn't this inspiring ignorant teenagers like me to forge ahead and forge ahead? Hehe. Fang Xiao's voice was as clear as spring water, although it was not as crisp as Fu Wenxin's laughter, it had a little more charming.

After laughing, she touched the cup with me, and drank the coffee as wine.

Then she asked me, "What are you going to do with the only two dollars you have?" ”

"One dollar is used to buy a pancake, and one dollar is used to buy a daffodil. What about you? I asked.

"I used both dollars to buy daffodils."

"Actually, I want to say this too, but I'm afraid that you will say that I am too fake."

Fang Xiao pushed me with his elbow: "You also have a poor mouth. ”

I smiled and said, "It's time to go down, otherwise the nose-haired man Zhu Zhen should criticize and educate people again." ”

Fang smiled and laughed, like a delicate narcissus blooming in the spring water in the morning.