A month later, Lao Qing finished half of the novel, Liu An handed him the floppy disk that had been sorted out by text, he put the floppy disk into the computer and sorted it out, and then printed a copy.

"Find an expert to take a look first, don't take a detour." Lao Qing thought.

Who to look for? Yuting likes modernist literature, writes hazy poems, and is not interested in suspense novels. Huang Qiushui must be very busy taking care of the business of the Golden Rose Tea House these days. The literary standard of Mu Mu is not high, and Feitian has recently gone to other places to give lectures. Yes, looking for Xia Jun, although Xia Jun does not write novels, she has a high level of appreciation and commentary, and she can put forward pertinent opinions.

Xia Jun is also a friend of the Golden Rose Culture Salon, a senior employee of a company who went to the United States alone to start a new life a few years ago due to emotional setbacks. Xia Jun is a very serious person, she takes a serious and meticulous attitude towards work, career, and emotional life, and is consistent. In the United States, she once met a young Chinese man, and lingered for a period of time, and spent a good time, but finally broke up due to personality incompatibility, and Xia Jun was emotionally injured many times in the future, is this because Xia Jun is cowardly? No, it could be a fate. Xia Jun was in love with a classmate when he was in college, and after graduating from college, she went to Tianjin with her lover to work, but her lover's mother didn't like this delicate woman, and felt that she couldn't do housework, so she was forced to be helpless, Xia Jun wandered by the Haihe River several times, and sometimes wanted to throw herself into the river and die. Her boyfriend was a dutiful son with a weak personality, so Xia Jun had to break up with him in tears, and one went to Beijing to make a living and worked as a clerk in a company. Later, she married a company owner who once took her to a hotel to negotiate business with a Japanese boss. After dinner, Xia Jun was a little sleepy, and her husband persuaded her to go back to the house to rest, and she and the Japanese person chatted in the living room. Xia Jun woke up in the middle of the night to find the Japanese sleeping next to her, she was ashamed and angry, rushed out of the room, and saw her husband reading the newspaper leisurely in the living room. It turned out that her husband was bidding for her for a business. Xia Jun divorced her husband in a fit of rage. Later, Xia Jun met a writer in the salon, and the two fell in love together, and the writer Zeng Hai vowed to divorce and marry her, and after living together for 3 months, there was no trace of the writer. Xia Jun panicked, and the mobile phone exploded, and the writer replied that he asked her to negotiate with his wife. Xia Jun found his wife, and the poor woman wailed, it turned out that she was 3 months pregnant...... Lao Qing rushed to Xia Jun's house at a critical moment, he looked at the exhausted Xia Jun and said, "I know that you have been hurt repeatedly, and I have also been hurt. However, I believe that looking up at the lighted building, among the thousand windows, there is a lamp that belongs to me. Maybe love is pain, and pain is love. I think when love really makes me love painfully, that pain is also lovely. ”

Xia Jun's eyes suddenly lit up with flames. Sometimes it's not true love, and it makes you miserable.

"That's the pain of choice, and people often choose pain when they're in pain, because of your illusion, you're holding an illusory object. Lust may wander in love, even from one to that one, until the end of life, but lust is not necessarily love, and you look at them all as **......"

Xia Jun nodded, thoughtful.

Lao Qing said: "A woman's life is never always in the jeweled and brightly lit night, nor in the morning when the sun rises and the waves are surging, but in the middle of the night when there is a small candle, in the endless anticipation." The days of solitude seem to be a secluded country flute, slowly wandering, drifting through the long streets, mottled old archways, dead old trees, and pushing open the empty wooden door that is waiting for you in melancholy, maybe it is to push open the dream of a woman's life. Edge, invisible, intangible. But a ...... that lasts, sometimes for thousands of years"

Xia Jun said: "It seems that I am going to get to know Lao Qing again, Lao Qing is not all from Xiariba, and he is not sunny and snowy." Not all of them are gelou brothels, eight alleys, there are also Donglin Academy, small bridges and flowing water...... Lao Qing, don't leave tonight. Stay with me. ”

Lao Qing walked around and said: "Xia Jun, we are all good friends, what is a friend, is to extend a sincere helping hand when a friend is in trouble." Don't look at me as I have nothing, I want nothing......"

After Lao Qing finished speaking, he went downstairs.

His heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway...... Xia Jun rushed downstairs and shouted, "Lao Qing, I like you, I like you to be real!" ……”

Xia Jun lives in a three-bedroom and two-hall house on the 25th floor of Fangcheng Garden, and as soon as Lao Qing rang the doorbell, Xia Jun's delicate voice came out.

The door opened, and Xia Jun said happily: "Beat gongs and drums every day - Lao Qing!" ”

Lao Qing smiled: "I know that girls love cleanliness and slippers." ”

"The double largest number, number 44." Xia Jun handed him a pair of large slippers.

Lao Qing put it on and felt very comfortable.

In the living room is a carved wood sofa, home theater-style facilities, and in the Duobao Pavilion are some beautiful shapes, wood carvings, colored porcelain, lacquerware, clay figurines, and colorful and gorgeous. The most striking thing is that next to the salon stands a wooden carved Zhong Kui more than one meter high, with angry hair rushing to the crown, horizontal swords and vertical eyes, and several little ghosts stepping on the soles of his feet.

"It's ...... Grandpa Zhong Kui? Lao Qing asked in surprise.

"It's Master Zhong, I've read too many horror novels, and the ghost spirit is too heavy, please ask Master Zhong to suppress the evil spirit." Xia Jun smiled slightly and straightened his lotus-colored robe.

"What to drink?"

"Coffee, extra sugar, American coffee, strong, I didn't get a good night's sleep last night."

Xia Jun went into the kitchen.

Half a year later, Xia Jun's home has indeed added a lot of gadgets, and the new varieties in the Duobao Pavilion are dazzling to Lao Qing. A pair of naked people from the Republic of China period caught his attention, the man was lying there with a long cigarette pouch in his mouth, and the daughter-in-law who was lying opposite him was twisting her body like a white lotus root and embroidering a purse.

The root bouldering of Bodhidharma is even more wonderful, and the Bodhidharma of the root carving is high on the top of the Jiejie, stretching out the wine glass.

Li Bai's drunken Shoushan Stone is vivid. Li Bai relieved the wine tank, when was the bright moon, and asked the wine for the spirit of the sky.

A pair of yin-yang stones lie in the box, realistic and delicate.

Xia Jun came in with a coffee pot, saw Lao Qing looking at her collection of handicrafts, and said, "I drove to the Panjiayuan thrift market to buy these things, and I will show you one thing." ”

Xia Jun put the coffee pot on the table, took out a large brocade box from the bedroom, opened the brocade box, and saw that it was a piece of Shoushan stone of Mi Fu worship stone, crystal clear, and the carving was very fine. There are purple and wild grapes floating under the mountain, the stone steps lead straight to the cave, and the famous calligrapher Mi Fu of the Southern Song Dynasty is worshipping the mountain stone devoutly.

Xia Jun said: "This stone is extremely precious, it was Mr. Bai Bohua who took me to the seller's house to select, the stone is a natural two colors, the texture is smooth, very smooth, the carving is very fine, even the ornaments on the belt of the Mi people have been carved out, it is really a rare artistic masterpiece." ”

Lao Qing touched Shishan's purple basket with his hand and asked, "How much?" ”

"Guess."

"300 yuan."

"For nothing!"

"600 yuan."

"No, I'll tell you, 3,000 yuan."

Lao Qing opened his mouth wide in surprise when he heard this, and said, "How many times can you take a bath here!" How many meals of mutton shabu you eat! ”

Xia Jun said: "You are not afraid of soaking off the skin and eating the belly." This is a strange stone, the only one in the world. Even Mr. Bai didn't sleep all night, regretting not buying it. ”

Lao Qing sat on the sofa, took out the manuscript from his leather bag, and handed it to Xia Jun.

"Xia Jun, you can help me see, this novel is not exciting."

"How many words have you written?"

"100,000 words."

Xia Jun smiled: "I only knew that you wrote some poems, but I didn't expect you to write novels." ”

Lao Qing proudly cocked Erlang's legs and said, "My Lao Qing still has a killer copper that hasn't been revealed!" ”

Xia Jun said: "When I was a child, I heard my mother tell the story of an embroidered shoe, which was related to the Plum Blossom Party, but it was scary, I covered my head with a quilt and was too scared to come out. But now the storyteller is gone, and my mom died last year......" she said, her eyes reddening, albeit a little sad.

Lao Qing deliberately diverted the topic: "Xia Jun, have you not met a good partner since you returned to China?" ”

Xia Jun sighed: "I think it's too tiring to talk about emotions, I really feel too tired." Lao Qing, let me ask you, what kind of woman would you men choose as a wife? ”

Everyone's selection criteria are different. A man's taste lies in choosing a wife, and what kind of wife he chooses is equal to what kind of life he chooses. As the saying goes, men are afraid of getting into the wrong business, women are afraid of marrying the wrong man, why not men, Hong Yinglu, who wrote "Caigen Tan", said, 'Fierce wife criticizes, it's really not as deaf!' 'There is a strong demon and a long time, and so is marriage. The great writer Shakespeare wrote many wonderful plays in his life, but his view of marriage was not romantic.

Marrying a good woman can give a man a relaxed mood, I think, the most important quality of a woman should be kind, and filial piety first. If I were a man, if the girl who was going to be my daughter-in-law would dare to ask me, 'If I fall into the river with your mother, who will you save first?' I'm going to get her through! Virtuous and wise, this is an eternal feminine virtue. Knowledge and etiquette are the requirements of women in the new era to keep pace with the times. The upbringing of a woman's temperament is the expression of a rich heart, and it is also where she truly distances herself from others. Thoughtful, tasteful, and thoughtful makes her disdain for small rights and wrongs; Tasteful allows her to express her style with ingenuity. Sensible. For the most important dignity of a man, she can criticize me at home, but she can't sarcastically or ridicule me in public. A woman who does not know how to uphold the dignity of her husband should be swept away. Full trust, relative freedom. It is actually human instinct to like the new and hate the old, and no one can guarantee that they will only have a good impression of one person for a lifetime. But it's best not to let me know. I advise all women who are about to get married in the world to fully understand that their husbands like to gaze at beautiful women in pictorials and websites, and not to find fault with these subconscious behaviors. Otherwise, the Lord is not pushing the marriage to death. He wanted to be alone for a while, not to ask what was going on, just bring a cup of tea and close the door gently. Only by having a stable income and not being dependent on men can women be independent and self-respecting. There is no excessive material desire. This is very important! Since ancient times, it has been thrifty and extravagant. What's more, being content with the status quo and optimistic nature allowed her to continue her youth. Excessive vanity often overwhelms men who are not "wealthy". My wife should be in a BMW; Bicycles can also be ridden; Five-star hotel accommodation; Camping tents are not disliked, the delicacies of the mountains and seas can be eaten, and the pickles can also be swallowed. Refuse to be glamorous and not overly enthusiastic about the opposite sex. She has good habits, she doesn't go to bars, nightclubs and other places to spend time. She knows that her value is not to please the opposite sex, so she will not take the initiative to talk to other men. Innocent and a little childlike. If a man really likes a woman, he should take care of her innocence to the greatest extent. Enjoys reading and music. I don't like to read books to read fancy fashion magazines, and I like music and I don't like pop songs that you can forget when you listen to them. Strong work ability and a skill. A woman at work obviously doesn't have much time to be suspicious, and having a skill will make her happy. Of course, it must not be ugly, and it should not be too beautiful, it should be the kind that is more pleasing to the eye the more you look at it, and the more you look at it, the more durable it is. Be in good health, and understand the way of health and basic medical knowledge, and like to exercise. Married life is a world of color, life, and movement, and a woman who is not romantic and has no interest is not a good wife.

Xia Jun smiled and said, "It's more difficult for you to choose a wife than a concubine." I think the most important thing is mutual understanding and romance. ”

Lao Qing said: "For example, when it comes to Yuting, do you say that his wife Liu Di is not excellent? Liu Di is gentle, beautiful, kind, empathetic, lively and romantic, but Yuting still feels that something is missing, he needs to recharge and replenish. ”

Xia Jun asked, "Do you think Huang Qiushui is happy?" ”

Lao Qing nodded: "Happiness, he and Yiren have a good heart, and it is the love of the century." This kind of love has experienced the baptism of storms, the tempering of fire, the fiery of first love, the transfer of passion, the torment that cannot be transferred, and the maturity of rekindling old love. From the outbreak of savings, Huang Qiushui and Yiren are happy partners. ”

"Do you mean new happiness?"

"Novelty has experienced the care of pure love, the cycle of pain, the struggle on the line of death, the promise of a confidant, the assistance of the hand of friendship, and the tranquility of a peaceful life, and Novelty is basically happy."

"Where's the Flying Sky?"

"I don't know, I've always thought he was mysterious. Come quietly, go silently, leave no trace, no noise, just leave you a smile......"

Xia Jun sipped coffee and said: "This smile makes girls unpredictable, just like this coffee, a faint bitterness, sweet relief, thick, only see a brown fog, a coffee-colored mist flower ......, I know Mu Mu has this confusion, but is the spike happy?" ”

"She has no home, women have a beating heart, no trace, no whereabouts, come and go in a hurry. The woman is another meteor, fleeting, and the moment of flash may be extremely bright. The beautiful woman is a temple, and countless men have come to worship, but few people really believe in Buddhism. A virtuous woman is a bathtub that always brings cleanliness and comfort to men. The Wise Woman is a classic work, and every time a man turns a page, he gains something. The vicious woman is a blunt knife that slowly castrates men. Sleek women have no edges and corners, because edges and corners are not conducive to survival, and women do not hesitate to grind off the edges and corners to make themselves sleek. A kind woman is a fan and a blanket, when you are hot and sweaty, she uses a fan to fan you; When you're cold, she wraps you tightly with a blanket. The stupid woman is like a night pot, when the urine is filled, she remains motionless. ”

Xia Jun said: "These metaphors are too appropriate, Lao Qing, how did you sum them up?" ”

Lao Qing shook his head: "IQ is high." ”

Xia Jun picked up the manuscript written by Lao Qing and said, "I must read it carefully, and I won't be so scared that I can't sleep at night, right?" ”

Lao Qing smiled, "If that's the case, my work will be a success." I've got this ready for you. ”

Lao Qing smiled and took out a small bottle of tranquilizer from his pocket.

Xia Jun glanced at him, "You really think you're Christie, I think you're a bit like Lu Xun's Ah Q!" ”

Early the next morning, Lao Qing was awakened by Xia Jun's phone call.

"Lao Qing, you can't write this anti-special novel, I really can't read it, the lack of atmosphere, the county generation and environment are not typical enough, I suggest you go to an embroidered shoe" The author Zhang Baorui told the story of the factory, experience life, grasp the background of the times, the working environment, and the humanistic environment, because this is a ** manuscript after all, why can it bring a clump of emerald green during the cultural desert period? Why does it resonate with millions of people, and why do you copy it? Under the oil lamps in the Yan'an caves, around the blazing bonfires in the Great Northern Wilderness, in the sorghum fields of Shanxi mountain villages, and under the trees of Yunnan rubber plantations, those eloquent stories are like fog, clouds, rain and wind......

When Lao Qing heard this, he was speechless for a while.

"Your ability to conceive stories is quite strong, the language is concise, and the psychological description is accurate, but the atmosphere of the times is weak and you can't catch people." Xia Jun was afraid of dampening his enthusiasm for creation, so he praised him a few more words.

Lao Qing said: "The author's factory is in the southeast, too far away. ”

Xia Jun said briskly: "I'll drive with you, bring a camera, take some photos and leave information." ”

Xia Jun is really a chivalrous female gentleman, half an hour later, Ma Qiyi came to Lao Qing's door and called him on his mobile phone to ask him to go downstairs.

Lao Qing took the camera, took a record book, and went downstairs to get into the car. Xia Jun wore a pair of jeans, a pair of sunglasses, and grinned at him with both hands on the steering wheel.

The Blue Bird sedan drove in the southeast direction, out of the East Fourth Ring Road, there were few cars on the road, Xia Jun stroked the horsepower, and the sedan was speeding like an arrow.

The wind blew into the carriage, carrying bursts of fragrant aroma, which was the fragrance emanating from Xia Jun's body, Lao Qing smelled it and felt very comfortable.

The car passed through the Dajiao Pavilion and headed south. The poplars on both sides of the sky are like the crowd welcoming the road, flashing by, ponds, white ducks, green reeds, yellow flowers, black donkeys...... When it comes into view, it drifts away again. The crops are golden, and the peasants who are filled with the joy of the harvest wave their sickles to harvest, the movements are chic and neat, very similar to dance movements, and the village girls dressed in flowers and greens are interspersed, as if they are embellished with bright spots on the golden carpet, like strawberries, like lotus canopies, quite like the impressionist patterns of Gauguin's pen.

Driving through the big willow bay, the weeping willows are like shy girls standing by the river, looking at the water with affection, and on the turquoise river, a pair of white geese swim in a posture; A white horse was tied to an old locust tree, kissing its handsome body like white satin with self-pity. A tall reed is emerald green and straight, drifting in the wind. The farmhouse in the distance is full of smoke, and rows of two-story small white buildings come into view.

Lao Qing said: "That is the new residence of the peasants, and this small building is even more beautiful than the one in the city!" ”

Xia Jun looked in the direction he was pointing and sighed: "China's peasants have really become rich in the general trend of market economy, and now some villages have also uncovered ornamental agriculture. ”

At the end of the car, Xia Jun didn't know where to go, so Lao Qing got out of the car and asked. He went to a fruit stand and inquired about the way, and bought a few large kiwi fruits by the way.

In the car, Lao Qing gently peeled off the thin skin of the kiwi and stuffed it into Xia Jun's mouth, Xia Jun smiled slightly, opened his cherry mouth and took a bite.

Lao Qing smiled: "Kiwifruit has high nutritional value, I really have rarely seen such a big kiwifruit." ”

Xia Jun said: "It's rare in the United States, and the snow pear knows enough, so I can buy some and bring it back when I go back to the city." ”

Driving past the No. 2 Glass Factory and the Dye Factory, Xia Qunjun drove west onto a road, and saw a factory disappearing in the black clouds from time to time, and the tall chimney was high into the clouds.

Lao Qing said: "It's almost here, the smoke is big enough, and there is a feeling that some black clouds are overwhelming the city and want to destroy it, and the ghost is big." ”

"It's probably the furthest factory in southeast Beijing," Xia said. ”

The car drove to the gate of the factory, Lao Qing got out of the car and said a few words to the security guard, the car drove into the factory, I heard that it was the writer who came here to live in difficulty, looking for Zhang Baorui's footprints back then, and the factory sent Zhang Baorui's worker Lao Fan as a guide to accompany Lao Qing and Xia Jun for an interview.

Lao Fan was thin, his face was a little rough, his two big eyes were bright, and he was wearing a blue uniform. He led Lao Qing and Xia Jun through a pile of materials and into the smoky third workshop.

Lao Fan is not very talkative, but he has a deep respect for the worker who has grown into a writer, he said: "Zhang Baorui is a famous talent in the factory, he was only 16 years old when he first entered the factory, he has a Beijing accent, is good at telling stories, and has written chapters, and he writes novels at the age of fourteen or fifteen. He is three shifts of work, heavy physical work, very hard and tired, he entered the factory for more than a year, the leader let him be the production squad leader, it was the first period, the factory is more scattered, no **ism is serious, he uses storytelling to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm for work, he is responsible for the team is the production champion every year, advanced team. He didn't take a single day of sick leave in 10 years. ”

Lao Fan took Lao Qing and Xia Jun to walk up to the stove with the iron ladder, only to see the furnace blazing, smoky and burning, and seven or eight workers sweating like rain on their upper bodies.

Lao Qing felt a wave of heat hit people, the temperature rose sharply, his face was dry, and Xia Jun was so frightened that he took a few steps back.

Lao Fan said with a smile: "This is called the fire to warm the chest, and the wind to blow the cold back." "Look at that big fan, one meter in diameter, it can blow people down. **During this period, there was a decentralized intellectual who was beaten as a counter-revolutionary because he wrote these two poems of General Li Zhaolin on the wall of the lounge, and guess how to toss him? Let him take off his pants, hang a large kettle from his genitals, and walk around the stove three times......

Lao Qing's eyes widened in surprise, and he said: "This is really a trick compared to Zhu Junchen and Zhou Xing in the Wu Zetian period, unprecedented torture, unprecedented!" ”

Lao Fan explained his intention to the workers, and when they heard that the writer had come to interview the old squad leader, they cheered and hurriedly led them into the lounge, which was full of slag and had nowhere to put their feet.

Now there are only 3 people left in this team who were colleagues with the old squad leader, one is called Ma Wu, the other is called Feng Bao, and there is a female operator Guixiang.

Talking about the old squad leader, everyone's chatterbox opened, and Lao Qing hurriedly said: "Speak slowly, speak slowly, I can't hear the gossip clearly." ”

Xia Jun turned on the small tape recorder.

Ma Wu is the "veteran of the three dynasties" of the team, a small man, a pimple meat, holding a cigarette bag pot in his mouth, while "bar da da" smoking, while saying: "Especially on the third watch day of the night shift, the old squad leader is holding a large tea pot, his eyes are round, painting and coloring, talking about the Chongqing church in the middle of the night, the old man sweeping the street dragged a broom and saw the candlelight of the church that has always been uninhabited, he walked into the church step by step, and a beautiful woman wearing a black cheongsam appeared at the stairs, she was wearing an embroidered shoe embroidered with golden plum blossoms......"

Speaking of this, Ma Lao's eyes glanced out of the window, and the wind blew, and a white ash poured down from the top of the furnace...... Ma Wu was full of interest and couldn't help blurting out: "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting......"

Feng Bao, who was wearing a big straw hat, reminded him: "I digress." ”

Ma Wu rolled his eyes, patted his head, and said, "Where did I say it?" Yes, if you want to know how Long Fei's life is, let's listen to the next decomposition. Brothers, copy guys, work!

As soon as Ma Wu's words fell, the workers rushed outside with him, copying shovels, taking steel drills, turning over materials, and adding materials to the shovels, which was very neat. He only felt that the fire was scorching, and the slag was splashing, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Comrade writer, don't move the iron guy, be careful of the burning, the water and fire are ruthless." Ma Wu said and dragged Lao Qing and pushed him into the house.

Feng Bao stuttered a little when he spoke, and his small eyes were a little dazed. He said: "When the old squad leader was tired of telling the story, we would store water in his big tea jar, and when he was hungry, we would give him a big nest to eat." Don't look at us looking for cigarettes all over the stove, he doesn't smoke or drink. It's like this, he was born white, with fine skin and tender meat, don't you think it's strange? At that time, many women in the factory liked him, and some found an excuse to come to see him when they were on the night shift, but he was in the middle of the city, spotless, and did not squint. ”

Lao Qingdao: "At that time, people were very traditional, and it was that ultra-left era......

Lao Qing looked out the window and was taking a picture with a middle-aged female worker in the operation room, and she also happened to probe.

Lao Guan said to Xia Jun: "Let's interview the female operator." ”

Lao Fan led the two out of the lounge and came to the operation room, which was a seven-square-meter room, and a fair-skinned and somewhat delicate woman sat in front of the operation plate. Lao Fan explained her intentions to her, and she immediately motioned for Lao Qing and Xia Jun to sit down.

"Guixiang, you have worked with the old squad leader for ten years, you know him best, you can say more." Old Fan Han said to her with a smile.

Guixiang lifted his work cap and said, "The old squad leader is really a genius, he has endless stories in his stomach, and he has a good character and talent. Once, I told him that I had read Shakespeare's play "Hamlet" and thought it was wonderful, and he listened to it, smiled slightly, and said, "I'll show you a new play tomorrow when I go to work." When I went to work the next day, he brought a newly written script for a play, and I read it, and I felt that it was really Shakespeare's style. ”

Lao Qing asked: "Comrade Guixiang, what background did you say the old squad leader made up the suspenseful story of "An Embroidered Shoe"? What is the real motivation for people to tell these suspenseful stories? ”

Guixiang blinked her bright eyes and thought for a while, and said: "One is the ** period, when ultra-leftist ideology is rampant, the relationship between people is distorted, and human nature is suppressed. The second is in a difficult and dangerous environment, pinning on romantic and moving love stories, such as Long Fei and Bai Wei, who are two people in the morning of the class trenches, but they meet, resulting in a distorted love, twists and turns, and tragedy. The third is this kind of oral story, which is now written and biased, with the excitement, puzzle-solving, curiosity, and thrilling of fast food culture, so that the audience is intoxicated with the tense and bizarre storyline, and the times have created handwritten literature, and also created countless storytellers like the old squad leader and the founder of handwritten literature. ”

"It's a wonderful point, it's really worth it!" Lao Qing praised.

Xia Jun looked at Guixiang with admiration and said, "I can say this, under the influence of the old squad leader, you have also become a talented woman." ”

Guixiang blushed and said, "The most important thing is that the old squad leader taught me how to be a man, it is difficult to be a writer, it is difficult to be a person, and it is more difficult to be a person than to be a writer." ”

"You've been working in the factory?"

"The old squad president and I are both graduates of the first year of the old junior high school, and after smashing the '***', he boldly walked into the examination room and was admitted to a famous university; But I was a little timid and vain, and I didn't dare to go to the examination room, for fear that I would not pass the exam and be ridiculed...... "Guixiang lowered her head.

"I think that even if the old squad leader can't get into college, he will eventually become a writer, he is an optimist, a person with a lot of will, and he often tells me a sentence: Where there is a will, there is a way. Sometimes I see news about him in the newspaper, and I silently bless him......" Guixiang said this, and her eyes showed a sincere light.

"Twenty-five years have passed, and sometimes I sit here in a trance, as if I see the old squad leader waving a shovel to add ingredients to the furnace, and the fire of the furnace reflects his face red, and his eyes full of wisdom. Then, he pulled the shovel and looked at the fire affectionately, sweat soaked his canvas work pants, he ** his upper body, the fire reflected his body...... Sometimes I seem to see him sitting on the pile in front of the furnace, telling vivid stories to the workers, his gushing words, his preoccupied expression. When he talked about our party's underground worker Long Fei went deep into the nest of the plum blossom party in the Purple Mountain of Nanjing, looking for the plum blossom map; When he pressed the dark button of the plum blossom party leader Bai Jingzhai's sofa, and the sofa was sinking, I also felt that my chair was sinking...... Sinking ......"

Guixiang is completely immersed in the memories of that time.

Xia Jun said to Lao Qing: "This is one of the birthplaces of manuscripts, do you feel it?" Have you experienced it? ”

Lao Qing nodded solemnly and said, "I feel very heavy, a heavy time, an era of cultural desert, in that darkness, I saw a cluster of civilization fire......"

The car had already driven away from the factory for some distance, Lao Qing turned around, and saw that Lao Fan was still standing at the factory gate waving to him, he smiled and thoughtfully .

Lao Qing felt that he was far away from the group, the tall chimney gradually blurred, and gradually disappeared into the black rising smoke, and that era was getting farther and farther away from us. Xia Jun held the steering wheel steadily, and the sedan galloped like a wild horse, as if it was far away from that era.

Lao Qing's eyes floated in front of Guixiang, a woman who was once full of longing and romantic feelings, when she entered the factory, she was a girl with short hair and a faded military uniform; More than 30 years have passed, day after day, year after year, she has entered the ranks of middle-aged women, what will she face next? The old squad leader had been suffering here for ten years, and then stepped out of the gate of this factory, but what about Guixiang? What kind of fate awaits this woman who has grown up with the manuscript? …… Lao Qing sighed and let out a sigh.

He remembered a story told by Lao Fan.

One leader once offered to visit a factory in the southeasternmost part of Beijing, and his subordinates met his old man's request. His motorcade drove into the factory, and the old man staggered onto the stove, and of course met the heroic old squad leader. He pushed away the old squad leader's hand and said: "What a handsome young man, this world is yours, and the hope of China is pinned on your hands!" The old squad leader listened, smiled and nodded. After the old man went back, he ate a raw cucumber, had diarrhea, and passed away.

The car passed the big willow bay, the weeping willows fell, a young woman from the countryside was trotting slowly, and a little boy was smiling and chasing after him. The childish call of "Mommy, Mommy" is more than the other. From time to time, the young woman turned back and raised her hand to the child .......

Lao Qing saw such a scene and sighed: "What a warm and moving picture of mother and son, Xia Jun, quickly find a wishful husband and give birth to a baby, family affection is also very tasteful, not inferior to love." ”

Xia Jun smiled bitterly and said: "Where is Ruyi Langjun so easy to find, to speak from the heart, I like little boys very much, and I usually look forward to having a baby, sometimes I also fantasize about sticking a hot face to a little baby's cool buttocks, how meaningful." ”

Lao Qing said: "In Spain not long ago, there was a story about a little boy who went to swim in the lake behind his home; He jumped into the water, not noticing a crocodile approaching him. The boy's mother, seeing all this from the window, immediately ran out and shouted at the boy. The boy heard this and immediately swam to the shore, but it was too late. While the mother grabbed the boy's arm, the crocodile also bit his legs. The mother grabbed the boy with all her might, and the crocodile had more strength, but the love in her mother's heart made it impossible for her to give up. Someone heard the screams and shot the crocodile to death, and the boy was rescued, his leg was badly wounded, and after treatment, he was able to walk again. When the boy was asked if he could see the scar on his leg, the boy lifted his trouser leg and showed him his scar. He proudly rolled up his sleeves and pointed to the scar on his arm and said, 'You should look at these more.' It was the nail mark left by the mother's desperate attempt to grab the boy's arms. The boy said: 'These marks were left by my mother, she did not let go of me, she saved my life.' 'Xia Jun, this is maternal love, this is family affection. ”

Xia Jun's eyes moistened, and he muttered, "This is the mark of love." ”

The car passed through the Dajiao Pavilion, and the pedestrians and vehicles on the road gradually increased, Xia Jun reduced her speed and became more concentrated, she saw that Lao Qing was a little sleepy, and her upper and lower eyelids were fighting, so she said: "Lao Qing." ”

"What's wrong?" Lao Qing's eyes widened and he wiped his saliva with his hand.

"I'll send you a few ancient sayings."

"What ancient precepts?"

"Sit quietly to keep your mind in order; Oligo-wine-colored, with a clear heart; Eliminate lust to nourish the heart; Play the ancient precepts, to be vigilant; Realize the reason, to understand the heart. ”

"What do you mean?"

"It is to meditate and think often, to gather the thoughts; Reduce alcohol consumption** to clear your mind; Get rid of lust and lust and cultivate good thoughts; Appreciate the lessons of the ancients to warn the mind; Enlighten the wise sayings to clarify the thoughts. ”

Lao Qing said: "I didn't expect that your Westernized friend still has so many ancient precepts. ”

Xia Jun said: "The big heart, the things of the world; humble his heart, receive the goodness of the world; Calm their hearts and talk about the things of the world; Immerse yourself in the heart and look at the reason of the world; Set their hearts and celebrate the changes in the world. Only by being open-minded can we tolerate the thousands of mountains and valleys of the world; Only by being humble in thought can we accept the true knowledge and goodness of the world; Only with a plain mind can we discuss the gains and losses of good and evil in the world; Only when you have to think deeply can you hold the world's doctrine and philosophy; Only by having a stable mind can we cope with the changes in the world. ”

At this time, Xia Jun braked suddenly, and Lao Qing's head almost hit the glass of the car in front. I saw a young woman in fashionable clothes passing by in a hurry, and a strong aroma came to my nose.

"What do you want?" Xia Jun stuck out his head and shouted angrily.

The woman knew she was wrong, and walked away.

Lao Qing said: "There is almost one less beauty in the world." ”

Xia Jun said: "What beauty? I look like a chicken, and there is one less scourge in the world. ”

Lao Qing asked, "How do you know that she is a chicken?" ”

"Blue eye sockets, sunken eye sockets, no luster on the face, tacky eyes, inferior perfume, bare chest and back, frivolous movements, what is not a chicken?"

Lao Qing said: "After all, I am two generations with the author of an embroidered shoe, and I have hardly experienced that special era, which has suffered so much, and suffering can refine people." Now I have a deeper understanding of my work. Literature is indeed the study of people, no matter what form of literary work, whether it is stream of consciousness, symbolism, romance, martial arts, suspense, it is all about writing about people, shaping people, writing about people's personality and destiny. Xia Jun, you must be hungry, I invite you to dinner, not only accompany me, but also drive by yourself. ”

"I am also educated, I have been exposed to Eastern culture, but also exposed to Western culture, East and Western culture collide with each other, this trip, let me feel the Oriental culture of the ** period. I will have one meal a day, and when you are done with your big work, you can invite me to eat Western food at the Western restaurant on Friday. I just thought there was too much smoke in the factory, and I wanted to smoke a sauna. ”

Lao Qing said: "Turning around in front is the Langhuayu Bathing Center, let's go there." ”

"Okay." Xia Jun said, and drove the car to the Langhuayu Bathing Center.

There were not many people in the afternoon, Xia Jun and Lao Qing took the cards and changed their slippers, and entered the men's and women's rooms respectively.

Lao Qing came to the closet, hurriedly took off his clothes, and then came to the bathroom, walked into a bath, turned on the faucet, and let the water pull and wash himself. He poured a little milk bath and applied it to his body. He felt like a sturdy black horse, shiny and shiny, with a high chest, more vigorous than those deflated women. He has a roll of oily black chest hair on his chest, which shows off his masculine beauty even more.

"Sir, do you want to take a shower?" A middle-aged man with a white towel around his waist stepped forward and asked.

Lao Qing nodded, wiped his body with a towel, and then followed him to a bed, climbed up, spread his limbs, and staggered towards the roof.

The bather threw a bucket of wet water on him, then took off his card, set it to the side, dipped some bath liquid on the towel, and rubbed it vigorously.

"Oh, I have itchy flesh...... Lao Qing cried, his waist twisted.

The bather man slid across his ribs and down between his thighs.

Lao Qing didn't like to beat his back, because his heart felt uncomfortable, as if he had knocked out all his internal organs, so he quickly ended his bath and slipped into the bath to play in the water. He didn't like to go to the sauna because the air was thin and the temperature was too high, and he was a little out of breath. He knew that women took a long bath, not to mention that Xia Jun was a chronic child, so he coiled in the pool.

At this time, Xia Jun was steaming in the sauna room of the women's department, she picked up a wooden spoon and scooped water from the bucket and splashed it on the hot stone, hitting up a stream of steam, the cabin was steaming, and the pieces of wooden lattice had become stubborn after being smoked by the steam.

Xia Jun sat naked on the second row of wooden seats, with a big towel on his hips, feeling dripping with joy. At this time, she is the only one in the sauna, and she can reverie in this small cabin, and she can purify her soul in the steam.

In fact, in the United States, she likes saunas, especially Turkish baths, and she also likes to drive to the shore of the sea alone, looking at the blue sea, lying naked on the golden white sand, so that the white little feet are covered with fine sand. Or hide your small body in the sand, revealing only a face that longs for freedom, looking at the blue sky, a few seagulls hovering happily, watching the white clouds swim into the distance.

She vividly remembers one time when she entered a beach in Los Angeles, USA, and she was shocked by the naked scenes, and she felt like she had entered heaven in a trance. White-skinned, yellow-skinned, red-skinned, dark-skinned, men, women, young, middle-aged, elderly, children, fat and bloated, thin and withered, beautiful and handsome, ugly and short, everything is exposed here, and people who are naked and striped talk and laugh freely. At first, Xia Jun was still a little astringent, hiding behind a reef and covering a beautiful flower umbrella, and then she fell asleep. When I woke up, the sun was setting, and the sunset stained the sky red. A tall old black man appeared in front of him, looking at her in a daze, his ** huge and strong.

Xia Jun sat up in shock.

The old man walked away slowly.

At this time, the door of the sauna opened, and a plump young woman walked in, she smiled at Xia Jun, and sat on a row of seats. Xia Jun looked at her erect round ** and upturned plump and white buttocks, and then looked at her shriveled breasts and flat little buttocks, a little embarrassed, blushed, and slipped out of the sauna.

When Xia Jun came to the lounge, Lao Qing had finished his ears and finished the pedicure, and was lying straight there drinking tea, looking leisurely.

Xia Jun straightened his red sauna suit, smiled and lay on the recliner next to him, and asked, "Are you in a hurry?" ”

Lao Qing said: "Coming here is to rest, there is nothing to be anxious about, what do you drink?" ”

"Let's have a hot Lulu to warm your stomach." Xia Jun owes himself.

Lao Qing called the waiter and told her to get a cup of hot Lulu, and then asked Xia Jun, "Can you do a foot massage?" The craftsmanship here is not bad. ”

Xia Jun nodded.

Lao Qing called the waiter again and explained: "Call a beautiful young man to come and give this lady a pedicure." ”

Xia Jun smiled: "You think so thoughtfully, what kind of beautiful young man is you called." ”

Lao Qing said: "If you spend money, you have to enjoy it." ”

Suddenly, a young man with clear eyebrows sat at Xia Jun's feet, he skillfully stretched out Xia Jun's two little feet, wrapped his right foot with hair, solemnly put it to the side, and then massaged his left foot.

Lao Qing said: "Xia Jun, do you know where your most touching place is?" ”

"You're making fun of me again."

"It's the feet, these feet of yours are very beautiful, curved and flowing, the little white toes are neat and neat, well-proportioned, soft and smooth, delicate and lovely. In my opinion, you don't have to pay for a pedicure, this little master should pay for you. Lao Qing said appreciatively.

When the young man heard this, he couldn't stop laughing.

"Lao Qing, change the subject, don't change me as badly." Xia Jun moved his body.

Xia Jun screamed and said, "Master, be lighter." ”

The young man slowed his hands.

Lao Qing was drowsy at this time, in fact, his consciousness was quite awake, and the sails of the years, rocking and shaking, traced back to the source, carried him far, far away.

Lao Qing's grandfather served as the governor of Liangjiang at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and full of poetry books, but also published a collection of poems, the old dizzy grandmother talked about this history, always very proud, after the Xinhai Revolution, the grandfather was in a slump, living in Beijing home, carrying cages and birds, drinking and drinking tea, visiting brothels, walking theaters, very some Eight Banners children of the broken atmosphere. Grandpa's original wife is also a banner person, and she is the prince's character, seeing that her husband is gone, he is becoming more and more decadent, and he runs away from home. Grandpa met Lao Qing's grandmother in the Grand Theater of Prince Gong's Mansion, and at that time, the charming grandmother was playing Diao Chan in the Peking Opera "Lu Bu Opera Diao Chan". Grandma's charming figure, veined eyebrows, and beautiful singing fascinate grandpa. Grandpa rushed straight into the backstage and entangled Grandma, who was unloading. Grandma was born in a poor family, her parents died in her early years, and she was sold to a troupe in Tianjin when she was 8 years old. Grandma saw that her grandfather was handsome and a little sven, and she loved it very much. Back and forth, inseparable. Grandpa married grandma into the family, a hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff. Grandpa still has family assets and lives a fairly comfortable life, so he no longer lets grandma show up. Grandma was idle at home, sometimes gathering friends, singing and playing cards, and living a happy life, grandma gave birth to a son when she was nearly forty years old, that is, Lao Qing's father. When she was alive, my grandmother loved to tell her grandson stories about her idle home. At that time, her house was a typical courtyard, the wall was crawling with purple baskets, there was a begonia in the center of the courtyard, the backyard was planted with mulberry trees, pear trees, it was the pear blossom moon falling on the shore of the deep moon, one night, suddenly from the back wall to turn down a person, grandma was coming out of the latrine, startled, was about to call, suddenly heard the person shout: "Diao Chan girl, it's me." Grandma was very familiar with this voice, and when she looked at it, it turned out to be Ding Si, the actor who played Lu Bu in the troupe back then. At this time, although Ding Si was soaking in mulberry, he was heroic. Grandma used to be good with him, but after marrying his grandfather, she cut off contact with him, and the troupe traveled around the rivers and lakes and didn't know where to go. Ding Si stepped forward to hug his grandmother, but was pushed away by his grandmother. Ding Si said earnestly: "Have you forgotten our friendship back then? I've been thinking about you in my dreams all these years. Grandma said: "Brother Ding, now that I am the old admiral, people treat me well, how can I live up to them?" Ding Si burst into tears, knelt down and said, "Have you forgotten our alliance under the flowers?" Grandma said, "How can I forget?" "But that's history, let's all keep it in our hearts. Ding Sidao: "This is the mark of love, how can I forget?" Can't you and I rekindle an old relationship? Grandma said firmly: "This has become history, Ding Si, you are so self-conscious, if you are really good to me, you will go away and let me live a quiet life, I don't want to live a stormy life." Ding Si saw that his grandmother was sincere in his words, turned over the wall, and there was no trace of him since. Later, my grandmother listened to securities trading during the Anti-Japanese War, and was killed by the Japanese because he refused to sing for the Japanese. Grandma dug a ** for him in the yard and buried the Peking Opera photos of Lu Bu playing Diao Chan into the **.

Grandma also told such a story to her grandson, that year grandpa went to Kanto to be half a relative, and grandma stayed in Beiping to look after the family. Feeling lonely, Grandma invited a few friends to the house to play cards. That night, a friend invited the then police chief, and the police chief saw that his grandmother was still charming, and showed a lustful gaze. In the middle of the game of cards, the police chief deliberately dropped the cards on the ground, and then buried his head under the table to pick up the cards, but put his hand into the moonlit cheongsam that his grandmother was wearing...... Grandma reached out and grabbed the police chief's hand and slammed it. The other party screamed "ouch" and retracted his hand. Everyone hurriedly asked why, the police chief stretched out his fat head and said urgently: "It's nothing, it's nothing, this house is tidal, there are scorpions on the ground,...... Hearing that there are scorpions, several card players can't help but be shocked, and the cards are scattered.

When the grandmother said this, she proudly asked her grandson, "What do you say I do to your grandfather?" ”

Lao Qing stretched out his thumb and said, "Iron enough!" ”

Grandpa came back from Kanto and brought back a 16 or 7-year-old girl, who looked like an apricot, with thick black and shiny braids that stretched all the way to her buttocks, and two big eyes that were extremely charming. Grandpa said that he wanted to save a small one, and grandma was so anxious when she heard it that she didn't get out of bed for 3 days. Grandpa persuaded grandma: "I actually found a little nanny, she can cook and do laundry, you are a year old, you can't worry about it." Grandma said, "Don't you think I'm old?" Grandpa hurriedly said: "I mean the years are ruthless, marrying a little one in the open, and a little master in cooking in secret." Grandma said, "You coax me, the bamboo shoots are tender and pinched." Grandpa smiled and said, "Ginger is old and spicy." The grandmother said, "I see that her eyes are like vixens." The grandfather said, "She is also from a poor family, and her son is still young, so she can take care of her." You still have the final say in this family, and I will mainly accompany you. Grandpa smiled and said, "Do you want to see me like a frosted persimmon?" "Grandpa will coax people, and the light in grandma's room will be on all the time...... After liberation, he really fulfilled his grandmother's prophecy. In "Three Antis and Five Antis", the little girl reported to ** that her grandfather had hidden a change of heaven account. The soldier rushed into his grandmother's room, dug three feet into the ground, and dug out a bookcase, which contained a book, a collection of poems written by his grandfather, and on the title page his grandfather wrote two lines of words: "There is nothing in the world, and mediocre people disturb themselves." "In the class struggle, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the class enemy sharpens his knife, how can it be "nothing"? "Philistine", who is a philistine? The "three antis and five antis" movement is vigorous, is it self-disturbing? The soldier also dug up a green dragon sword given by Emperor Guangxu to his grandfather, who served as the governor of Liangjiang, in another place. More than 40 years have passed, and my grandfather still has this kind of sharp sword given by the feudal emperor, and his wolf ambition is obvious. So, the grandfather was taken to the execution ground and shot here. The place where he was shot was the Yamen of present-day Shijingshan District.

On the day my grandfather was executed, my grandmother wandered around the courtyard in despair, kicking, she was dressed in plain white clothes, and not a single tear flowed...... And the little girl claimed to have been humiliated by the feudal whole alley, defected to a chief, and formed a revolutionary family.

Since then, my grandmother has made up her mind to teach her children to become adults. She worked in a street factory to earn more money for her living expenses. Lao Qing's father is really promising, he was admitted to a prestigious university and grew up to be an expert. Grandma passed away with a smile shortly after her ninetieth birthday, and before she died, she took a serious look at Lao Qing, who clearly remembered that there was an ardent hope in his eyes, what did he hope for? Is it elite? Or is it the talent of the pillars of the nation?

Lao Qing was carefree when he was young, and his family lived in a large compound in Dongcheng at that time, with more than a dozen families in disarray.

This miscellaneous courtyard was a standard courtyard in the thirties, with several ancient locust trees in the courtyard, three courtyards, a thatched toilet in the backyard, and a date tree behind it, and two stone lions at the gate were alive, but they were covered with Chinese saliva. I don't know if it's because the Chinese hate the Japanese, or if there's some other reason. The pair of stone lions at the door of the second courtyard disappeared. On the right side of this courtyard is a French-style western-style building, overgrown with trees, vines from the western-style building and spreading into this courtyard, and small geckos are scurrying happily around. On the left side of this courtyard is a long two-way courtyard, the door is not big, not noticeable, narrow and long, quite uncharacteristic, antique, as if it is a dark passage; The jujube trees linger in the courtyard, and the jujubes that wrap around are long and sharp, crisp and sweet. The owner of the house is the owner of a famous coal mine in the north, and his children and grandchildren are multiplied.

Lao Qing lives in a one-and-a-half-house to the east.

In the summer of 1966, the first year of "**". There are many people wearing yellow military uniforms, belts, and red hoops on the streets.

Aunt Wang's youngest daughter, Wang Xia, is not bad for Lao Qing, and she will leave some for Lao Qing whenever there is something delicious.

One night, Wang Xia carried an old corn in her pocket and gave it to Lao Qing. Unexpectedly, the old corn still had sparks, burned a hole in Wang Xia's little padded jacket, and slapped Aunt Wang.

When Lao Qing heard about it, he felt uncomfortable.

Wang Xia is one year older than Lao Qing and knows more things than Lao Qing. Lao Qing was in the fifth grade, and when Wang Xia was in the sixth grade, one night, Wang Xia said to Lao Qing: "I didn't have physical education class today. ”

Lao Qing asked, "Why?" ”

Wang Xia pouted and said, "I won't tell you." ”

Lao Qing said: "It's not good not to go to physical education class, and then your body will collapse." ”

Wang Xia said: "It can't be broken. ”

Lao Qing said stubbornly: "It will definitely collapse!" ”

Wang Xia's pigtails shook rattles, "Can't collapse!" ”

Why? Lao Qing glared at her, he liked to look at Wang Xia's eyes the most, her eyes were big, round and bright.

Wang Xia ran away.

At noon that day, there was no color in the sky, the ground was wilted, and the cicadas kept calling. Wang Xia called Lao Qing out of the house.

"Lao Qing, we have enough dates to eat." Wang Xia put her hot wet hand on Lao Qing's ear and said.

Lao Qing asked, "How is it enough?" ”

Wang Xia said: "Go to the room." ”

Lao Qing said: "Then don't you trample on the house? ”

Wang Xia said with certainty: "The two of us don't weigh it together, we can't step on it!" ”

Lao Qing asked, "Then where do you go to the house?" ”

Wang Xia said: "From the backyard." The jujubes on the jujube tree of the Tang family next door are crisp and sweet, and we can eat his jujubes. ”

Lao Qing said, "Okay." ”

Wang Xia pulled Lao Qing and ran to the backyard with a cigarette, and walked along the courtyard wall to the low wall.

Lao Qing climbed up a few times and didn't go up.

Wang Xia said: "You help me go up first, and then I will pull you up." ”

Lao Qing nodded.

Lao Qing lifted her up.

Wang Xia raised his hand to him at the top of the wall, and Lao Qing grabbed Wang Xia's hand tightly and climbed up.

The two of them leaned into the roof of their neighbor Tang's house with the head of the wall facing east, only to see a jujube forest pressing towards the roof, which was densely covered with big red dates.

The two of them desperately picked it up. Lao Qing let go of his vest and put the jujube in his arms. Wang Xia also loosened the collar of her shirt and put the jujube in her arms. After a while, Wang Xia and Lao Qing's chests were bulging.

Lao Qing smiled: "You are like an aunt who is about to give birth." ”

"Phew, you're the one!" Wang Xia looked at her chest and smiled.

Suddenly, Wang Xia screamed, "Ouch, it hurts me!" She grabbed her chest with one hand and pulled out the red dates with her hand.

Lao Qing was strange and surprised.

Wang Xia was so painful that Xiaoyuan's face was red and beads of sweat were oozing.

Lao Qing opened Wang Xia's shirt, and saw a spicy insect lying on Wang Xia's slightly bulging right breast, wriggling.

Lao Qing reached out and pinched it, threw it to the ground, and stomped it to death with his foot.

Lao Qing screamed loudly and stomped his feet fiercely. "Spicy, villain, dare to bite!"

Lao Qing's stomp woke up the second son of the Tang family who was taking a nap in the house.

"Who's in the room?" With a shout, a man rushed out of the room.

Lao Qing and Wang Xia were so frightened that they didn't dare to take a breath, Wang Xia leaned tightly in Lao Qing's arms, and both of them were tightly attached to the room.

Immediately afterward, a rain of bricks poured down.

Lao Qing hugged Wang Xia tightly and hid Wang Xia's body in his arms.

Wang Xia felt very comfortable, she felt very safe, and a warm current rose from the bottom of her heart, filling her whole body.

Lao Qing was not afraid at all, but felt very proud, and in a trance, he felt that he had the spirit of a hero and savior.

A brick smashed on Lao Qing's ass, bounced a few times, and fell to the side.

Lao Qing shuddered.

Wang Xia's heart trembled.

The stormy bricks stopped attacking.

The second son of the Tang family scolded, and entered the house.

Lao Qing saw that there was no movement, so he took Wang Xia's hand and left the roof, returned to the original place, and then got out of the room.

Wang Xia quietly asked Lao Qing: "Where did you smash it just now?" ”

"On the ass."

Wang Xia said seriously: "Let me see." ”

Lao Qing smiled innocently. "It's okay, the butt is thick."

"You're a man enough!" Wang Xia cocked her feet and kissed Lao Qing on the face.

Lao Qing held his chest high, and was supported by Wang Xia, "Go home." ”

After two days, Lao Qing felt a dull pain in his buttocks, and his hair was a little red and swollen, and it seemed that the brick of the second son of the Tang family had worked.

After school that afternoon, he informed Wang Xia of the emptiness.

Wang Xia said: "Your mother is a doctor, you can confess to your mother." ”

Lao Qing said: "That's not good, if my mother knows that I went to someone's house to steal people's dates, she should be angry, my mother has high blood pressure, she can't be angry." ”

Wang Xia was in a hurry, her eyes rolled, and her idea came, "Then what should I do?" Yes, apply a hot towel to reduce swelling. ”

Lao Qing's mother usually gets home from work at 6 o'clock in the evening, and his father gets home at half past 6 in the evening, and there is no one at home in the afternoon, so he and Wang Xia came to Lao Qing's house.

Wang Xia boiled a pot of boiling water, moistened the towel, asked Lao Qing to lie on the bed, and used a hot towel to compress Lao Qing's wound.

Lao Qing lay on the bed beautifully, letting Wang Xia apply hot compresses and massages.

Lao Qing said: "Women don't carry three things, one doesn't carry their parents, two don't carry their husbands, and three don't carry doctors." ”

"You chewing crow!" Wang Xia massaged him while spanking his ass.

After dinner, Lao Qing slapped three times outside the window of Wang Xia's house, which was their contact code.

Suddenly, Wang Xia came out.

Lao Qing whispered a few words to her.

Wang Xia nodded and followed him to the gate of the courtyard.

Wang Xia was on the side, and Lao Qing hurried to the door of the Tang family courtyard in the east and put a piece of adhesive tape tightly on the doorbell.

The ringing is endless.

Lao Qing pulled Wang Xiafei and left.

Suddenly, the second son of the Tang family opened the courtyard door and saw that there was no one on the left and right; When I looked up, a piece of tape was attached to my doorbell, and I scolded hatefully: "Trouble, there are no ** children born!" ”

Spring goes to summer, summer passes away and autumn goes, autumn falls and winter is approaching, and time passes like a white horse. Both of them went to skirt middle school and high school, and their childhood friendship is also developing.

That afternoon, Wang Xia came to find Lao Qing, she was wearing a beautiful red dress, and her two eyes were like two peaches.

She walked into Lao Qing's house and was silent, just hugging Lao Qing and kissing non-stop.

Lao Qing was confused and asked, "What's wrong with you today?" ”

Wang Xiawa cried out loud.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lao Qing said.

"I'm going to the United States......" Ms. Wang said, looking at him in a daze.

"To the United States? ......" Lao Qing's eyes widened.

Wang Xia nodded.

My mother's long-lost brother was finally found, he went to Taiwan and then went to the United States to develop, he was the king of ships in Los Angeles, USA, he recently got terminally ill and had no children, they asked me to go to the United States to inherit his property. …… Wang Xia said this, silent.

Lao Qing listened, a little unbelieving his ears. Aunt Wang, such a simple working woman, silent and hard-working all day long, how can she have such a younger brother.

"Otherwise, you will come to the United States with me...... Wang Xia rubbed her skirt with her little hands.

Lao Qing shook his head and said, "I am Chinese. ”

Wang Xia said affectionately: "I will not forget that I am Chinese. Mom has suffered so much for so many years, and she has been carrying the black pot of overseas relations, and my father died early, which is really hard enough. ”

Lao Qing held back a sentence for a long time: "I won't let you marry a foreign devil." ”

Wang Xia said in her heart: You are narrow-minded nationalist, but you said: "I haven't considered so many issues yet, let's talk about it then, there are many Chinese in Los Angeles." ”

Lao Qing's heart was like a submarine, it was still floating on the surface of the water just now, and now it has sunk to the bottom of the sea all of a sudden.

He didn't know what to say, because the news came so suddenly. All of a sudden, he felt empty of his thoughts, as if nothing had become interesting.

Wang Xia said earnestly: "I know you don't want me to go, and I don't want to leave you, but there is no way, on the one hand, I have to go to the United States with my mother to visit my uncle, and on the other hand, my uncle's large amount of property needs to be inherited; I still have to finish my studies in the United States. ”

"You go, you go today." Lao Qing said hatefully.

Wang Xia's tears fell one by one like beads of lost thread, and she threw herself into Lao Qing's arms, pressing her rolling cheeks tightly against his chest.

She felt that his chest was hot, and the water you boiled, gurgling, was like a volcano that had just erupted, and magma was gushing out.

Wang Xia broke free of Lao Qing suddenly, lifted her red skirt on the ground, revealing her panties as thin as cicada wings...... Lao Qing's eyes widened in shock. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to hand over the most precious thing to you......" Wang Xia said word by word, her tone was very resolute, like a thoughtful commander.

Lao Qing said hatefully: "I don't want you to do this, you give me out!" ”

Lao Qing turned his back on his face.

Wang Xia let out a long sigh and collapsed to the ground helplessly.

Lao Qing met a woman named Xinrui with a similar temperament to Wang Xia in the salon. I met her upstairs at the Hainan PEN Club, and she had the feeling of being a noble, graceful and graceful. He is one meter six or eight tall, with long black waterfall-like hair, a thin high nose bridge, and a pair of clear blue eyes. Her breasts are bulging and straight, her hips are rounded, and her thighs are slender. She is the lover of the painter Zhengrong, an art model, and Lao Qing helped Xinrui do a lot of things in the future, until Zhengrong was killed by the underworld leader Black Tiger, Xinrui was forced by the Black Tiger to jump from a tall building, and was saved by Lao Qing risking death. Lao Qing was seriously injured, Xinrui took care of him carefully, Lao Qing, who had long been in love with Xinrui, showed his heart, and Xinrui married him in order to repay his kindness.

Wedding night.

Lao Qing took a shower and returned to the bedroom.

Xinrui was awakened by his footsteps, opened her loose eyes, and smiled at him.

Lao Qing suddenly smiled a bit like Wang Xia.

He was in a bit of a trance.

Xinrui stretched out her left hand to dim the lamp, and the room showed an orange halo.

Xinrui smiled at Lao Qingyan again and lifted the bath towel on her body.

Lao Qing hesitated and took two steps back, he really felt that the woman in front of him was Wang Xia.

Lao Qing let out a long roar, pounced like crazy, and grabbed the woman on the bed tightly.

"Wang Xia......" he **, roaring, rolling like a whirlwind.

Xinrui was swept by this crazy wave of qi, every cell was excited, and she felt that Lao Qing had never been as powerful as today...... After getting married, Xinrui took care of Lao Qing meticulously.

Lao Qing's blood pressure is a little high, low pressure 100, high blood pressure 135; Xinrui bought an electronic manometer, measured his blood pressure, and fed him medicine.

Lao Qing's waist is not good, it is cloudy and rainy, and he has a faint pain. Xinrui used to learn massage in a restaurant, so she had to massage Lao Qing every night when she went to bed.

Lao Qing feels that he is very happy every day, and in Beijing vernacular, it means living a nourishing life.

Since Lao Qing married Xinrui, he no longer looked at the beautiful women on the street, and he didn't patronize those footwashing houses, saunas, hair salons, and song halls, in order to cut off those endless entanglements, he changed his mobile phone.

Lao Qing's yellow duan prince, Xinrui doesn't like these yellow duans, he thinks it's too vulgar, Lao Qing also went to this habit in front of her, one night, there was a nightclub in the residence was raided, and several "escort" ladies were taken to the police car by the public security officers. Lao Qing saw it on the balcony, clapped his hands and said, "You are happy, I am happy, and the business is fair and stable." ”

Xinrui heard it in the house and shouted, "Lao Qing, you come in for me!" ”

Lao Qing saw that Xinrui was in a hurry, and hurriedly flashed into the house.

Xinrui complained: "You dog wears a chew - what are you blind? This chicken coop should have been demolished a long time ago, how do you speak for the chickens? ”

Lao Qing saw that Xinrui's face was flushed, and knew that she was really angry, so he lowered his head and said cowardly, "I...... Wrong......"

"Kneel on the washboard." Xinrui said angrily.

Lao Qing touched his head and said, "Where do I have a washboard?" It's all about the washing machine, so just get on your knees. Lao Qing said, kneeling on his knees, still bowing his head and obeying orders.

Xinrui smiled: "Why do you look a bit like Li Hongzhang, the Minister of Military Aircraft?" ”

Lao Qing said: "My grandfather was the governor of Liangjiang under the Empress Dowager Cixi, and I am my grandfather's grandson!" ”

Xinrui "poofed" and said, "Lao Qing, Lao Qing, you are really a master, a Qing master!" You're mad at me, happy to kill me! ”

Lao Qing kowtowed and said, "The slave greets Lafayette!" ”

When Xinrui saw it, she hurriedly got off the ground, helped Lao Qing up, touched his forehead, and asked with concern, "Did you knock it?" ”

Lao Qing was secretly happy, hugged Xinrui into his arms, and then picked her up and kissed her, hugged her to the bed, and had to untie her clothes.

Xinrui opened her eyes and said, "Go and wash your stinky feet." ”

Lao Qing shouted, "Chirp!" "Hurry into the bathroom.

The tiny stream of water that gushed out of the shower head slid down his hair, face, and shoulders like countless small insects crawling. And it flowed down his broad chest and back to the ground.

Lao Qing felt comfortable, he raised his face, let the warm water lap against him, crawling, dripping, pouring on his body. He used Xinrui's favorite almond bath, and a faint scent of apricots quickly soaked his body, as if burrowing into his countless pores.

He remembered that when he was young, he and his friends bought a bunch of sweet apricots, orange and orange; After eating the sweet apricots, smash the apricot kernels with stones, take out the white and tender almonds, and put them in your mouth, which has a unique taste. The taste of the almonds is similar to that of this almond bath.

But half a year ago, Xinrui finally found true love, left Lao Qing, traveled across the ocean, and went overseas.

The breakup was harsh, it was a cold and snowy night, and Xinrui officially proposed to him to break up. Before this, Lao Qing had already vaguely felt a sense of foreboding with his intuition. He felt that Xinrui's heart was already in others. Her body was cold, and she no longer had the same fiery passion as before.

Xinrui left him a passbook, which was six figures, and she said to Lao Qing in a serious tone: "Lao Qing, our marriage first started from gratitude, and my devotion to art is a kind of dedication to art and a preference for art. And for you, it is a kind of retribution, you saved my life, I don't know how to repay you, I don't know how to make you happy, I can also see that your gaze on me is sometimes uncertain, we are very much like brother and sister in many cases. I tried desperately to love you, but I never found that feeling, and now I have found it, although he has settled abroad, he does not have much property, but I am with him, there is a feeling of flesh and blood. For the sake of true love, I am going to fly away. I like your humor and intelligence, and I like the way you are wise and foolish. But I don't want to deceive you, that's the real reason why we haven't had children all the time, not because of anyone's incompetence, but because of deliberate evasion. We can be friends in the future......"

Lao Qing was silent.

The next morning, he and Xinrui went to a nearby office to go through the divorce procedures.

After the plane took off, Xinrui found the passbook she gave to Lao Qing in her suitcase.

Lao Qing was silent for a while.

But Lao Qing is Lao Qing after all, and after more than ten days, he returned to normal.

Xinrui is gone, and there are still so many friends in the salon!

"Lao Qing, what are you thinking?" Xia Jun's call interrupted Lao Qing's memories.

"No, it's nothing......" Lao Qing was a little flustered, and subconsciously pulled his hair.

"You go for a health care, is it Thai or Hong Kong?" Xia Jun said.

"No, they don't do it, they don't have an unruly hand and don't give them a chance to make mistakes."

Xia Jun smiled and said, "Let's do it in one room, let's make Thai." ”

Lao Qing followed Xia Jun to the third floor and chose a double room, which was spacious and comfortable.

One masseuse did it for Lao Qing, and the other masseuse did it for Xia Jun.

When the masseuse pulled Lao Qing to the ground and made a grappling pose, Lao Qing hurriedly said, "I begged for mercy, and the bones fell apart." ”

Xia Jun saw it on the side and said with a smile: "It's okay, Thai massage, strong, intense, more comfortable after doing it." ”

The masseuse began to pump Lao Qing's thighs rhythmically again, and Lao Qing couldn't help but laugh and said, "This posture is called an old man's cart." ”

Beads of sweat were oozing from the masseuse's forehead, and she was still doing it in an orderly manner.

Lao Qing saw that the masseuse next to him was stepping on Xia Jun's back, Xia Jun's whole body was lying on the bed, the red sauna suit was messy, her eyes were closed, her limbs were stretched, and she was motionless.

Lao Qing said to the male masseuse: "Brother, if you are light, she will only weigh seventy or eighty pounds, and her lung capacity is small, don't step on it." ”

The masseur was silent and still engrossed in his work.

On the way home, Xia Jun said to Lao Qing: "I think this bathing center is quite formal, and the Thai massage is really in place, better than the United States, I am like being reborn." ”

Lao Qing said: "Okay, I'll ask you to do it next time, but you have to write a book review for my masterpiece "Three Embroidered Shoes", and I will find a way to publish it in the "Beijing Evening News".