The night before returning to Beijing, Geng Hao asked me to go to a bar to have fun. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I thought since I was here to compensate him for his distraction, I would go.

In a bar called Fengxue on Foreigner Street, Geng Hao asked for a cup of non-alcoholic lemon tea.

I wondered, "If you don't drink at the bar, the sun will come out of the west tomorrow." ”

"I don't want to drink it tonight, clean my intestines."

Sitting there, Geng Hao was neither listening to the hysterical cottage Wang Feng's howl on the stage, nor looking at the beauties coming and going around him.

I used my eyes to let him look at the beautiful woman wearing black silk next door, but this guy only glanced at it and said without cutting it: "General." ”

He was absent-minded, looking at the door from time to time.

I asked him if he was waiting for someone.

He said that a few friends from the calligraphy and painting world are also in Dali, and they will come to the bar later, so he asked them to chat a few words.

As soon as I said this, three middle-aged men with thick lips and high cheekbones came in, looking at their faces, they should be residents of southern Yunnan at the junction with Myanmar, Vietnam, and Laos.

The bald head in the middle has a striped fish tattooed on his hand.

The three of them did not sit down, but looked at the door.

Geng Hao immediately stood up and said, "You wait for me, I'll go and say a few words to them and come back." ”

"Those are the ones? I don't think it's like an artist, it's like an arms seller. Let them come over and come along. ”

"No need, just wait for me."

Geng Hao walked over to greet them, and then went out together.

From beginning to end, there was not a single superfluous expression on the faces of those three people.

About 20 minutes later, Geng Hao returned. He rubbed his hands together and sat down, as if happy.

"What are you talking about, it's not convenient to be in front of me."

"It's okay, it's just that a few buddies want to hold an art exhibition, ask me for advice."

"Haozi, don't fool me, those few, I don't think they are doing art trading, are you doing something."

"What am I hiding from you? What's polite? Don't worry, I've talked about my friends in the art world. ”

"Whatever happens, you have to tell me, don't hide it yourself."

"Don't worry, it's okay."

I didn't think much of it when he said that.

After returning to Beijing, he completed the planning and writing of the artistic order of Songzhuang, and although it attracted the attention of some artists who were unhappy, the established order could not be broken in a short time.

After returning from Dali, Geng Hao was a bright village, and the price of his paintings sold higher and higher, even surpassing some old-timers.

Every time I go to the West Study, there are cars parked outside the studio, and there are many popular stars who ask for paintings.

But when they buy paintings, they are reluctant to communicate, and often ask their assistants to pick up the paintings, or they wear sunglasses and masks, act like thieves, take the paintings and slip away.

People are stars, if you don't do this, how can you look like a star, it's normal to think about it.

The people who bought the paintings paid cash, and at night they counted the bundles of bills with Geng Hao, and it felt like they had just robbed the bank. Money is used as a bundle to make measure words, this ****** is the real tyrant.

"Look, it's right to go to Dali to change your thinking, now your painting Luoyang paper is expensive, you should be happy."

Geng Hao seemed to have expected everything, and he didn't care a little: "Money is something outside the body, it doesn't matter." ”

"It's a pretend!"

He couldn't help but be happy.

People are worldly products, and money is not important to me, but it is not useless. Seeing that Yin Deji and Geng Hao can do what they like and make a lot of money, they are naturally happy for them.

Che Zhen told me that he has been in "New Speech" for more than ten years, and he has not saved much money, but he has never regretted it when he looks back. A cultural company has long invited him to go with a high salary, but he politely refused.

I understood what he meant.

In this world, there are always people who have to stick to something, so that the world where money comes and goes is a little more idealistic. It's not a do, it's a watchfulness that comes from human nature.

After doing writing work for a long time, she will be dyed with some book and ink temperament, and there is a flight attendant who says she likes it.

I met her by accident, and the flight attendant named Sandy still lives in a part of my heart.

In early summer, when the heat dropped, New Speech and a Chinese-language magazine in Singapore jointly organized a seminar on the creation of overseas Chinese writers, and the magazine sent me to Singapore to participate in it and write a review.

I was on a Singapore Airlines plane, and one of the flight attendants seemed to look at me every time I passed by, but I wasn't sure.

When she passed by again, I stared at her, and after eye contact, we both quickly turned our heads away.

I saw her smile.

Some bloody literary works like to talk about flight attendants, because the uniformed flight attendants look like Peugeot, and their professional elements always make men's hearts ripple.

The line explanation from the movie "I'm Crazy for Mary" is: A man, only at the moment of ejaculation, is a rational animal.

Men always want to get bad women and good women at the same time, it is best for her to look serious, virtuous and virtuous, and as soon as she goes to bed, she scratches her head and makes a gesture, and turns into a **** girl.

What's more exciting, wearing the most serious uniform and doing the most unserious thing, how can you not make people feel excited.

Sartre said in "Being and Nothingness": "A mediocre man, due to mental laziness and conformism, cannot conceive of his **** having other goals besides ****." As a result, the uniform has become a **** for men to get rid of mediocrity and take risks.

From a man's point of view, she is perfect, with a tall figure, bright eyes, and full breasts, and a man with normal aesthetics, his gaze will stay on her for a few more seconds.

Her voice is crisp and pleasant, and she communicates with passengers in English and Chinese from time to time.

The so-called desirelessness is rigid, and with desire, I began to panic a little.

I managed to calm myself down and imagine what Yuan Zheng would have done if it had been the original. By the way, what did Yu Yue do.

So I slowly calmed down.

After the plane stabilized, the flight attendants began to hand out drinks. Luckily, she gave me this row.

When she asked me what I needed, I deliberately looked at her affectionately and said, "Orange juice, thank you." ”

She smiled at me, obviously not a service smile, and my heart swelled with infinite spring.

If Yuan Zheng or Yu Yue were to take the initiative to ask for her phone number. In the second place, I can give her my phone number, so that I can advance and retreat, and avoid embarrassment.

After a two-hour flight, most of the passengers were listening to songs and watching movies and napping.

I wrote the phone in my notebook, tore off the page, and folded it. Deliberately pretending to go to the toilet, when passing by her, he quietly stuffed the note into her hand.

She was stunned for a moment, then saw a note and said "oh".

Back in my seat, I'm fidgeting, what will she think of me? Do you think I'm frivolous? She doesn't meet such nonsensical people every day, so she also classifies me into this kind of person.

The more I thought about it, the more I regretted it, but it had come to this point, and I could only resign myself to fate.

As I got off the plane, I glanced at her, smiling goodbye to the passengers, not looking at me. I thought, it's over, the first time I took the initiative to flirt with my sister ended in failure, it really ****** hit people's self-confidence.

The public environment and order of the city of Singapore are amazing, and in addition to the high-rise buildings, the civilization that is integrated into the bone marrow is what really touches people's hearts.

In this environment, even I began to be self-disciplined and pay attention to my words and deeds.

Here, internationalization and tradition coexist in no inconsistencies.

Standing in the hotel and looking out, the eyes are full of greenery, lush greenery, and the folds of the city still have relics with strong Chinese colors.

Singapore is a model of a modern and civilized city. In contrast, Beijing's soil is indeed a bit choking.