Zhu Huaijing didn't care about her jokes, only said: "You are a local, I said that most people here like to brag, you won't be angry, right?" When I first got here, I used to hear some young people brag that I lost another 5,000 dollars yesterday! Liumao that kid, I'll look for him tonight to pull the book, if he doesn't lose and he takes off his pants, it's not my ability! I thought it was strange that I only heard people brag about how much they lost, and I never heard anyone brag about how much they won. Later, I realized that the person who wins now is not necessarily a hero, but the person who can afford to lose is a hero. This is probably the spirit of a rich man, right? But I don't believe that the braggarts are rich people. How can there be so many rich people? Am I the only poor man left in this world? It turns out that most of them are bragging! ”

Yuqin smiled: "I think you are completely worthy of a writer, your observation is so meticulous, and your feelings are so keen." ”

Zhu Huaijing said: "Don't say it, I originally wanted to be a writer. It's fun to tell you. I studied finance and economics in college, but I secretly wrote novels. I slept on the top bunk, and I used to lie on it and write secretly. Of course, not a word was published. Later, I learned that writers are not just people who want to be writers, they have to be talented. Some people, especially those who think they are mixed up with people, often despise literate people like writers. I think they're ridiculous. Of course, then I was glad I didn't become a writer. If I really became a writer, maybe one day I would drink the Northwest Wind. To be a true writer in China today is destined to be poor. ”

Yuqin said: "As long as it's you, whether it's poor or rich, I want it." ”

Zhu Huaijing smiled, looked at Yuqin, and didn't say anything. Yuqin already understood what he meant, and put her head on his shoulder. Zhu Huaijing was still thinking about the topic just now, and said: "I dare to assert that China cannot produce world-class writers at present. This is not the incompetence of Chinese writers, but something else. Every year, when the Nobel Prize in Literature is awarded, it will set off some waves in the Chinese literary circle. This is not entirely because the million-dollar prize is attractive, but because this award is indeed a long-term dream of Chinese literature. Of course, the bonuses are tempting. Most Chinese who have lived in China all their lives are accustomed to converting dollars into renminbi and then measuring its weight. Then one million dollars is equivalent to 10 million yuan. Isn't that tempting? It almost makes you gasp when you think about it! However, if someone in China does win the Nobel Prize for Literature now, it may not be a happy thing for everyone. ”

Yuqin's eyes widened, looked at Zhu Huaijing and said, "I found that you are so profound today!" Tell me about things I've never thought of or heard of. But I finally know that you actually have a lot of respect for writers, but you don't seem to think of Luffy? ”

Zhu Huaijing shook his head and laughed: "Luffy can also be called a writer?" It's no wonder that people look down on writers, because that's the kind of writers you usually see. Didn't Luffy just write a few bullshit articles like "Yuan Xiaoqi, a strange man in the south"? If you want to be literary without literary style, if you want to have no connotation, it is pure curiosity, maybe it is all nonsense. ”

Yuqin suddenly remembered something, and said, "Huaijing, let me tell you, the rumors about Yuan Xiaoqi have become more and more mysterious recently!" Some people in our hotel talk about him, and he is simply a fairy. You said you didn't believe it, but you introduced him to the leader, I really can't figure you out. ”

Zhu Huaijing sighed and said, "I can't tell what is going on now!" If you can't tell, don't say it. We just talk about us, about me, about you, about you little thing! In fact, hearing Yuqin say this, Zhu Huaijing was a little embarrassed in his heart. He originally found that Mayor Pi seemed to be very superstitious, so he introduced the miraculous Yuan Xiaoqi to him, which was really his favorite. Now that I think about it, I really have the taste of a court jester.

Zhu Huaijing was awkward in his heart, but his mouth was relaxed. The two talked and laughed all the way, and arrived home after a while. As soon as she entered the door, Yuqin snuggled into Zhu Huaijing's arms and said softly: "Huaijing, you always say that I am a little thing, do you know how old I am today?" After today, I will be twenty-nine and thirty. Once a woman is over thirty, she can no longer be small! ”

Zhu Huaijing never cared about Yuqin's age, and never asked her. Seeing that Yuqin seemed a little sad, he picked her up and went to the sofa, and while taking off her coat, he said, "You will always be my little thing!" Little thing, what else do you want to eat? I'm going to do it for you today. ”

Yuqin smiled charmingly and said, "I'll be enough with you." Don't eat anything, just ate so many pastries and fruits, full. You're still worried about my upset? To tell you, this birthday is the best birthday of my life. It would be nice to be able to do this in the future. I don't want flowers, I don't want birthday cakes, I don't want delicacies from the mountains and seas, and I don't want others to bless me, as long as you. ”

Yuqin said, her eyelids moistened slightly, and her lips pursed slightly. Zhu Huaijing carefully opened his mouth to meet him, sucking slowly. Today this little lip is exceptionally soft and warm. Neither of them seemed fanatical tonight, they just bit their mouths and stuck together, and they were full of tenderness.

Yuqin woke up early. She was very fond of bed today, and just wanted to sleep well with a man, sleep for a day, two days, three days, just sleep like this, and sleep all the sleepiness of this life! But she still had to go to work, so she had to lick the man's ears lightly and get up helplessly.

She was afraid of waking Zhu Huaijing, so she gently went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, and then cleaned the living room. But when she looked up suddenly, she couldn't help but scream. Zhu Huaijing heard it, and he didn't have time to put on his clothes and ran out. I saw Yuqin standing in the middle of the living room in shock.

It turned out that the beautiful bouquet of roses that Yuqin bought yesterday had completely withered, and the withered petals had fallen to the floor.

Zhu Huaijing knew that Yuqin might be nervous about something else, so he put his arm around her shoulders and comforted, "It's nothing, isn't it just a bouquet of roses?" I'll buy a prettier bouquet later, and I'll make sure you like it. ”

Yuqin sighed: "The flowers I bought on weekdays are well served and can be stored for half a month." This time, it was just one night. I don't think that's a good sign. ”

Zhu Huaijing hugged Yuqin back to the bed, hugged her in the quilt and said, "You are suspicious, you think too much." I think it must have been last night when we turned on the air conditioner, the temperature inside was too high, and it was dry, how could there be anything that didn't wilt? If it's my fault, I should think of this. Okay, little thing, don't be too Lin sister, flowers are flowers, people are people, and the two have nothing to do with each other. ”

Zhu Huaijing felt that the curtains were abnormally bright, and when he got out of bed and opened the curtains, it was snowing. He hurriedly carried Yuqin to the window and said, "Look, how beautiful! It's a birthday present from God, you should be satisfied, right? ”

Yuqin's eyes lit up and she let out a wow. She found that Zhu Huaijing was still wearing only underwear at this time, and she was busy getting clothes for him. Waiting for Zhu Huaijing to get dressed, Yuqin pushed open the window. The cold wind wrapped in snowflakes drifted in, and the two of them were thrilled and refreshed. The snow was already thick, and the sky and the earth were silvery white. Zhu Huaijing stretched out his hand to grab the snow on the windowsill, but Yuqin grabbed him and said, "Don't move it, how beautiful!" Do you know? I've loved snow since I was a kid. Whenever it snows, I hope people don't go out and don't step on it. ”

Zhu Huaijing smiled: "My little baby is a silly child who loves fantasy. I'm the opposite, I've loved running in the snow since I was a kid, and my favorite thing is to make my first footprints in the thick snow that no one has ever been before. I ran all the way, looking back at my fresh footprints, very proud. ”

"You're a saboteur!" Yuqin pouted and said.

After admiring the snow for a while, Yuqin shook her head and said, "I really can't help myself!" You can't go to class. You go wash it, I'll go down the strip. ”

Zhu Huaijing went to the bathroom, and when he urinated, he inadvertently glanced at himself in the mirror, his hair was all over the place, and his face was swollen like a leaky balloon. I wondered how I got like this? Such a man is called Yuqin as if she is a baby? It's inexplicable! People who love each other may really be mentally ill! He washed his face, but still felt that he was not sober, so he simply took off his clothes and took a shower. As soon as he rushed, Yuqin pushed the door and urged him to have breakfast. Seeing that he was taking a bath, Yuqin compared her hand to a pistol, squinted her left eye and pointed it under him. Zhu Huaijing fell down in response and lay motionless in the bath. Yuqin came over and wiped his body for him and said, "Hurry up, don't be skinny, the noodles are almost batter." Yuqin dried it for him, and took clean underwear for him to change into.

After eating the noodles, Yuqin said, "I went to work." It's up to you to rest here, or to do your business if you have something to do. ”

Zhu Huaijing said: "It's fine. I'd like to go find Zeng Slang. He's been tuning for so long, and I haven't had time to see him, it's too unusual. The day before yesterday, they could have gathered together, but they called the mayor's memorial service. ”

Yuqin and Zhu Huaijing kept warm for a while and went to work. Zhu Huaijing sat alone for a moment and went downstairs. He went to the lobby outside the hotel lobby foyer and wanted to wait for a taxi there. But after waiting for a long time, I didn't see a taxi coming. It is rare for a heavy snowfall in the south, and as soon as it snows, it is like facing a great enemy, and there are fewer people to go out. After a while, Yuqin came to the lobby to inspect and saw that Zhu Huaijing was still standing there, and walked over and said, "It may be difficult to wait for a taxi today, so why don't I send you?" Zhu Huaijing said: "Forget it, you are at work, not very good." I'll go out and wait. I'll call you. ”

Zhu Huaijing walked outside and saw that there were a lot of taxis on the street, but they were all carrying passengers. Finally waited for one, the driver drove a sky-high price, and he had to add fifty yuan to the normal fee, Zhu Huaijing said: "How can this be true?" The driver said, "Then you can wait for a reasonable one!" Before he could react, the taxi door opened as soon as it closed. He was very angry, thinking to himself how could these people take advantage of the danger at a critical moment? He waited a long time and did not see an empty car. I was angry, and I thought that Lao Tzu would not take your taxi today! It's not just heartache that the fifty dollars are more, it's uncomfortable to think about! It's about two bus stops away from here to the CPPCC, so just walk there. I want to see the snow scene.

But the snow on the street has been crushed by cars, and it is filthy, and it is slippery when you walk on it. Zhu Huaijing put his hands in his pockets and walked carefully. Thinking of the childlike fun of stepping on the snow with Yuqin just now, I felt a different kind of emotion in my heart. Where else can I find a secluded place to walk in the snow now? Along the way, he saw several flower shops, and he remembered that he had to buy a bouquet of roses for Yuqin. But every flower shop is closed. Finally, I saw a flower shop with the door ajar open, so I went up and asked. The owner of the flower shop smiled and said, "What roses to buy in this weather today?" You see, the mud is frozen in the flowers. ”

If you can't buy flowers, you can continue walking. As he walked, he called Yuqin and told him about buying roses. Yuqin said: "Since this is the case, you don't need to buy it, it's rare for you to read it." Zhu Huaijing said: "Who are you reading if you don't read it?" The two laughed a few words and hung up the phone.

When I arrived at the CPPCC, because it was a weekend, no one went to work, so I searched for a long time before I found the Jingdu Minsheng Newspaper. Zeng said that he had not yet been allocated a house and was temporarily living in a small miscellaneous room in an office building. Zhu Huaijing couldn't figure out which one it was, so he knocked on the door and shouted. After a while, the door of the easternmost house opened, and it was Zeng Yan. Zhu Huaijing walked over, but saw Zeng Yi wearing a sweater on his upper body, only long underwear on his lower body, and a book in his hand. Zeng Yan didn't expect Zhu Huaijing to come, and was a little surprised. He let Zhu Huaijing in, ahhhh The room was small, about seven square meters, with an old desk by the window and a folding bed in the corner. Seeing this scene, I knew that Zeng Yan was curled up in the quilt just now reading a book. Zhu Huaijing sat down at the desk, and Zeng Yan was still sitting under the covers.

"What a good book?" Zhu Huaijing asked. Zeng Yan handed the book to Zhu Huaijing, sighed, and said, "A good book!" It's a pity that ......" Zeng Yan didn't continue. Zhu Huaijing took the book and looked at it, and when he saw that it was "Gu Zhun's Anthology", he asked: "Who is this Gu Zhun who makes you sigh so much?" ”

Zeng Yan looked serious and said, "At least I think that Gu Zhun could have become an outstanding thinker in twentieth-century China, but he was prematurely persecuted to death." In the state of the most isolated information, in the worst living environment, he calmly analyzes and thinks independently. At that time, our country was experiencing an unprecedented tragedy, and it was a great deal of jubilation. Only Gu Zhun foresaw many hot topics that China's ideological circles began to discuss ten or even twenty years later. So some people say that he is a full ten years ahead of that generation, and I think it's really not a good thing. I agree with a young scholar who said that true intellectuals are the bearers of tragic fate, and that if they want to predict the truth of an era in advance, they must bear the tragic fate caused by the gap between the times. ”

Zhu Huaijing saw that Zeng Yi was so serious, and at first he thought it was funny, but after listening to him for a while, he felt ashamed. Looking at Zeng Yan who was shrunk in the quilt in the corner of the wall, he felt that his sitting posture seemed to be a little condescending, so he put down Erlang's legs and leaned on the stool obliquely, making a kind of laziness and casualness. To be honest, he hadn't read a book seriously for a long time, and he hadn't cared about such a serious issue that Zeng Slang cared about. He didn't even know who Gu Zhun was. Fortunately, Tong Zeng Yan has always been very casual, so he was not very embarrassed, and only asked: "I am really lonely, and I have never heard of Gu Zhun as a person." ”

Zeng slang smiled: "This is not strange! It's strange if you really care about Gu Zhun. Now the intellectual world is simply worshipping Gu Zhun collectively, but to be honest, it is you who need to know Gu Zhun the most. ”

Zhu Huaijing became interested and asked, "I know that you are a person who doesn't believe in anything easily, but you worship Gu Zhun so much." How deep is he? ”

Zeng Yan sighed again and said, "I just said that Gu Zhun could have become a great thinker, but because he died prematurely, he did not become a thinker in the strict sense. Nonetheless, the seminal significance of his ideas in many ways cannot be overlooked. What I admire even more is his theoretical courage. He was living in the most humiliating situation, and he was thinking about questions that would have pushed him to death. But he was not afraid. He said that the state should have a pen, a pen with blood as ink. ”

Maybe the topic was too serious, Zhu Huaijing couldn't help but shudder. Zeng Slang said I'm sorry, it's too cold here. It's too cold. After Zhu Huaijing shivered for a while, it seemed that the cold defense line all over his body had collapsed, and he kept shaking. He didn't pay attention to anything, took off his leather shoes and went to bed, and put his feet in the quilt. But I felt something sitting under my buttocks. It seems to be a book. Reaching out and touching it, it was indeed a book, the name of the book was "Drawing Double Hundred Metaphors", full of pictures and texts. Chen Siyi wrote and Ding Cong painted. He flipped to an article at random, which was kind of interesting:

Accumulation

The people of a country without a mouth have no mouth. It's not surprising to see each other. Hao Min, a seafarer, drifted here in the wind, so he covered his face with a mask, and wandered in the country for 40 years, gradually forgetting that he has a mouth and can speak.

One day, after bathing, put the mask on the side of the basin, travel to the city, everyone is frightened, running around, such as seeing ominous. Min is urgent. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was also shocked, he didn't know what the hole under his nose was, and he didn't recall the ability of this hole to speak. After thinking for a long time, he covered his face with a mask. I was glad to celebrate myself and had no words.

Miscellaneous Shi said: Accumulation gradually becomes a habit, and its nature is lost. The recovery of nature is difficult.

Zeng Yan said: "This is a strange book! I said that there are not many books that can be handed down at the moment. Gu Zhun's book can be passed down to the world, and this "Drawing Double Hundred Parables" looks like a gadget, and I think it can be passed on to the world. In the same style, there is also this "Three Records of Yongyu" by Mr. Huang Yongyu. Zeng Yan said, took out a book at the bedside again, and handed it to Zhu Huaijing. Zhu Huaijing opened it and saw that there were also texts and paintings. He turned to an article "Sequelae":

Wukong returned to his original unit to continue to work after learning scriptures from Tang Seng Xitian. One day, the headache was like a crack, rolling on the ground, and the cry shook the heavens. The immortals asked, "Is there a tightening spell?" Wukong cried: "On the contrary, on the contrary! If you don't listen to the mantra for a long time, you will become addicted! ”

Zhu Huaijing flipped through these two books, and he had a special feeling in his heart, and he couldn't help but laugh. Zeng Yan was obviously still indulging in Gu Zhun's topic, his eyes were gloomy, and he said: "Maybe there are people with thoughts, all the time." China is so big, who can guarantee that at this moment, there will not be a single Gu Zhun dormant in which room? The unfortunate part may be that we can only wait until a philosopher has passed away to discover them as if they were relics. And this discovery, like archaeology, is limited to the world of knowledge. It is impossible for us to trigger a profound change because of a profound thought, or to make the process of society more conscious and rational. So we have to mourn again and again for the philosophers and the philosophers' thoughts. So history will always regret it. Historical regret always comes at the cost of historical regression. And one step backward in history cannot be made up for by a hundred steps forward. Because history is never irreparable. ”

Zeng Yan talked endlessly, and he was still familiar to Zhu Huaijing. Everyone in this world seems to have changed, only Zeng Slang has not changed. Zhu Huaijing originally came to Wuxian Huangtao fake seed case, and wanted Zeng Yan to stop reporting the matter. But as soon as I sat down, I was listening to Zeng's speech. He wanted to talk to Zeng Slang about these light topics first, and then talk about what he wanted to say, so he joked: "Old classmate, you are always like this, worrying about the country and the people!" Can't you just let it go? ”