Lu Wenfu came up with the topic, everyone wrote an article, this method is okay, I don't approve of this topic. Maybe Lao Lu had already written a manuscript and it was crooked in the drawer, and the title of the article was "The Window on the Street". He was prepared and sure to deal with everyone's unpreparedness and uncertainty, and of course he won the battle. For this Gusu Xiushi, it is not to be taken lightly.

I searched for dry intestines and turned over all the memories and ideas related to the "window facing the street". Let's think about a love story first: (the hottest love story this year) There is a young man in a jacket and jeans walking on the street, and he was stunned by something. was about to scold, when he looked up and saw a head with a "clear water noodles" hairstyle poking out of the upstairs window. The face of the moon, the eyes of the stars, the voice of silver bells, and the style of willow branches...... As a result, lovers eventually became married.

I also think of a story of love and self-taught, (which is more ideological than writing about love) The man went to the border between China and Vietnam to defend the motherland. The woman insisted on giving birth during the day and studied law at the University of Television at night. Every day I study late at night. All the windows around are dark, only her window is bright, she always likes to hang a peach-colored curtain, and the window is facing the Beijing-Tianjin-Tangzhou Expressway, so her window has become the light sign of the drivers who drive at night, and the drivers also say "see the peach window and turn left!" Or, "Twenty miles from the pink window!" "In the end, where there's a will, there's a way. The men became heroes at the front, and the women got their college diplomas at the rear.

I am sure that these two ideas will be excellent. It is allowed to suppress the novel of the same title written by others. Even Lu Wenfu's is suppressed! I didn't write it because these two ideas are still a little flawed, and it's easy to mislead people to think I'm plagiarizing. The former one reminds people of Shi Nai'an, although the male owner is wearing a jacket and jeans, he still looks a bit like Ximenqing. The latter reminds people of Mr. Sun Li, although the big river outside the window has been replaced by a street, and the boat has been changed to a car, and the lamp is as ironclad as a mountain. One of the two masters hundreds of years ago and the other decades ago, both had the idea of a window, forcing future generations to have no way out, which is really a bit regrettable.

Since fictional stories are prone to collisions with predecessors, look for material from what you have seen and heard with your own eyes.

I have a good friend who lives above the fifth floor. His house has a window facing the street. Sitting under the window of his house in the summer is often a surprise. Something floats out of the window at some point. Maybe it's a pillow, maybe it's slippers, and a big one, a curtain. These two love to quarrel, and when they quarrel, they fight to throw things. I also threw it out of the window. Fortunately, there is stillness in the movement of the two, no matter how big the fire is, when throwing things, they still can't forget to pick and choose; I am looking for worthless and incorruptible throws, so I have never injured anyone. But it's a threat to those who take advantage of the cold. But no one dares to persuade them, and the more people persuade them, the more they throw them away. Fortunately, there was a young man in the neighborhood, who learned cross talk, and he came up with an idea and persuaded them. People can continue to cool off under that window. His method of persuasion is also a bit special. Isn't it the more persuasion the bigger the fire? When he persuaded the fire to be at its highest, he helped the two to hand them something to throw. Hand over an old shirt first, and the man took it and threw it away. He handed over a broken broom, and the woman took it and threw it away. In the third case, he hugged the fourteen-inch color TV on the table and persuaded them: "This is a little heavier, the two of them throw it together, and only by falling this can they get rid of their hatred!" ”

Although this material is interesting, it is not very thoughtful, and it cannot be selected. I expanded the excavation area and asked a neighbor to interview:

"Do you know about the windows facing the street?"

"Whose windows? Yours or someone else's? ”

"Of course someone else's."

This former security committee member stared at me with suspicion for a long time before he whispered: "At such an old age, it's good to learn." What do you do when you care about someone else's window? ”

There is divine help in the dark, and the two of us have a conversation, so that another neighbor can hear it, and this neighbor is called Kang Xiaochun.

Engineer Kang, who has read my "Twin Cat Diagrams", will remember him, is an honest man who has been a "rightist in the inside" for more than 20 years. Now it has become an old red. On the one hand, he was the chief engineer of a large construction company in Beijing, and on the other hand, he also served as an engineering consultant for a factory in Shenzhen, and he flew between Beijing and Guangdong for three days, and he pulled me aside and said, "You want to find materials to write a novel, right?" How many stories would you like to hear from the street window? ”

I said, "How many can you say?" ”

He said, "I've built a house all my life!" Suppose a fifteen-story building has two street faces, and there are 30 rooms on each floor, and there are 900 windows facing the street. ”

"You say that, but it makes sense."

"It's not mysterious, this is just to say that I personally participated in the construction of the window of the house, and if you add the stories I heard about the window, it will be even more uncountable......"

I said, "In that case, you can tell me one or two, okay?" ”

"Good. But not today, I'll have to go back and check my diary, go through the information, and I'll tell you when I'm ready. ”

I thought he was talking about it, so he went. Still racking their brains to make their own decisions. On Saturday night, I was cursing the heavens, the earth, the ghosts, and the gods because I couldn't think of the result, and my sister-in-law, who was on the pager, called me outside to answer the phone.

The call was from Kang Gong: "Do you still want to hear the story of the window facing the street?" Tomorrow, I will pick up a few bottles of beer and a pack of smoked dried tofu, and go to the 414 construction site in Lugu Village in the western suburbs to find me. Tomorrow the construction site will be closed, and I will tell the staff on duty to wait for you at the door. ”

I still think he might be joking. This engineer is strict and precise in everything he does, and he is meticulous. Even jokes are made seriously, and it is common to have a straight face so that you can't tell the truth from the fake. But I still went on time, and carried four or five bottles of beer, a pack of smoked dried tofu, and a pound of soy sauce beef for Yueshengzhai. I guess even a prank is funny, and I'm willing to fall for it.

This 414 construction site, after getting off the underground train in Lugu, has to walk for more than ten minutes, at a T-shaped intersection in the west of the old Lugu Village, is a tower-type high-rise building, which has been built to the thirty-second and third floors. The sliding scaffolding is still going up, and I don't know how many floors there are in total. Because it was unfinished and surrounded by barbed wire, I found the entrance, where an elderly janitor with a hard hat was waiting for me in the mailroom. He said, "Mr. Kang is waiting for you on the twenty-first floor. And led me to the entrance of the first floor.

The building is much bigger when you get closer than it looks at at the intersection. In terms of floor area, it is about the same size as the famous "Keio Praza" in Tokyo. On Sunday, the construction site was empty. Although the main structure has been raised, the decoration work has not been moved. So the inside of the building was dark and damp, full of broken bricks and iron, and there was no sound. As I walked, I suddenly had the feeling of being alone in the middle of the night. The stairs were installed, but there were no barricades or smoothing, and it was difficult and worrying to climb up one by one. The weight of the food and drink in my backpack increased as I climbed, and my interest gradually decreased as the weight of the package increased.

I finally made it to the twenty-first floor.

Kang Xiaochun sat in a room facing the stairs, and in the middle of the room, there was a half-cut iron bucket filled with mortar, and four half-head bricks were placed on all sides of the vat. He sat on the left side of the piece, and the rest were empty. Seeing me go up the stairs, he stood up and beckoned to me, and I went into the room, and he pointed to the bucket and said, "Here's what you want." ”

I put the bag down.

"Let's talk now." He said solemnly, "Do you want to record?" ”

I said, "I—I thought you might be joking, but you didn't bring it." ”

"I've got it for you." He turned around and picked up a green bag from where he was sitting and pulled out an old-fashioned, "brick-like" black tape recorder. Push my backpack and put it on the bucket as well. Then he beckoned to me and walked to the three windows side by side.

"You look at the environment first."

Standing in front of the window, I realized how high I was from the ground, and the road hung vertically like a light gray ribbon with green edges, and then split into two in front of the building, extending to the left and right. The car rolled silently like a hard-shelled beetle.

Kang Hyo-chun stretched out a finger and pointed it at me and said, "You close your eyes and imagine that it is not 1984, but 1976." Early spring, gloomy weather. The building is not in the suburbs, but near a downtown area in the city of Beijing. Downstairs, there are rebels and armed guards guarding it. On the empty floor, there are only four objects of the dictatorship who have committed 'serious crimes'. ”

"Four? What are you doing here? ”

"Wipe the glass!"

Kang Xiaochun further explained.

In 1976, a week before the Ching Ming Festival, a building built in the 50s (one of the tallest buildings in Beijing at the time) was renovated to take on important foreign affairs tasks. After the repair was completed, a construction company in charge of the renovation project dismantled the shelves and submitted for delivery. When Party A came to accept, it found that although the project was completed, the windows were not cleaned, and every window was filthy from the first floor to the roof. Some are hung with white ash cement, some are smeared with pictures of words, and the general paintings are just a few pictures of the oldest human beings next to the most revolutionary slogans, Party A is a very powerful department, ordering Party B to wipe the glass clean within three days. Otherwise, they will be held politically responsible. Of course, Party B did not dare to disobey the order. But the scaffolding was all dismantled, and I couldn't even build a scaffolding for three days. Although the "oath meeting" was held again, and the "great criticism opened the way", he recited many times "one is not afraid of hardship, and the other is not afraid of death!" "But no one is willing to go up and play for their lives. When they were in a hurry, people said: "Only by letting the person in charge of the rebellion take the lead in cleaning the glass outside the window of the 20th floor, will everyone be willing to follow." The person in charge and the captains studied it several times, and felt that it was certainly okay for them to take the lead, but this was one-sided, and it did not conform to Mao's teaching that leading cadres should learn to "play the piano", and it was better to "never forget the class struggle", so they handed over the glorious task of wiping glass hanging in the air to the class enemy, which showed that this was a care and trust for them, and gave them a chance to make meritorious contributions and atone for their crimes.

There are four class enemies locked up at this construction site, one is a "capitalist roader", surnamed Zhang; a "rightist", surnamed Wang; a "spy element", surnamed Li; There is also a "counter-revolutionary" who is a woman, surnamed Zhao. The crimes of the three people in front of us are similar to those of other "capitalist roaders" and "rightists." The crime of this Comrade Zhao is a bit peculiar. She's an accountant and an intellectual. But she abided by the old morals and gave birth to a son, but she was not famous, so she asked her mother-in-law to name her. Mother-in-law has no culture, thinking that after liberation, the word "people" is the most popular, "RMB", "people's clothes", "people's police", "people's snack bar", everything is called the people, so she gave her child a milk name called the people, this is not counted, since then her daughter-in-law has also changed the name, called her "people", as soon as it was time to eat, when Xiao Zhao was not in the house, she went all over the street to shout, "the people, eat Luo!" ”

Xiao Zhao works as an accountant and abides by the financial system meticulously. After they got up, the rebels had to link up, make weapons, and support their own brothers in making a revolution. As soon as she came to receive the money, she picked out the articles and refused to send the money. The rebels posted Zhang Tongling and said: "There is only one great mentor, great leader, great commander, and great helmsman of the Chinese people, how can there be another people's mother?" Zhao ×× thinks of himself as a person, and his intentions are so poisonous! Is it tolerable or unbearable...... "After further investigation, her father had hired a man to sell tofu before liberation, and he belonged to the bourgeoisie and the like, so he found her out and convicted her of a current counter-revolutionary. The mother-in-law was scared to death, and the child was taken away by her husband who worked in the field, and she was the only one squatting in the "cowshed".

Let's put it simply, I got these four people to the eleventh floor, threw them a few rags, a box of decontamination powder, and explained clearly: "When someone brings food, don't wipe the glass inside and out, don't think about leaving this building." "Because it was too cold upstairs, the rebels went downstairs to the guard house to bake the stove.

These four people were all accustomed to dictatorship in the "cowshed". When they first came, they didn't dare to talk to each other, nor did they dare to look out the window at will. After doing it for a while, I saw that there was really no one behind me who was watching with a whip, and I relaxed a little mentally. At first, they coughed and sighed vigorously to see that no one stopped them, and then a desire to talk to each other arose. You look at me, I look at you, bend the corners of your mouth, frown, but no one picks up the first sentence. At this time, Lao Zhang (that is, the capitalist roader) was grasping the window lattice with one hand, stepping on half of the window sill with both feet, hanging in the air outside the building, and wiping the outside of the window with the other hand. The other three were still wiping the inside. Lao Zhang hung in the air and wiped a fan, and he was already out of breath for fear of being tired, so he jumped off the windowsill and raised his head and said the first sentence: "Let's rest for a while." The three men sat down with him.

It's easy to endure when working, but when you sit down to rest, it's even more difficult to suppress the desire to talk. Lao Zhang took the lead again: "It's rare to have this bit of freedom, let's talk about something!" ”

Lao Wang said: "The rebels should know ......"

Lao Zhang said: "It's just the four of us, is there anyone in it who makes a small report?" ”

Lao Li said: "Talk nonsense, don't gossip, they won't be able to get on the program if they know." ”

Lao Zhang said: "Your idea is good, you are the first to talk." ”

Lao Li thought for a while and said, "Aren't we cleaning the windows, I'll tell you a story related to the windows." ”

Many years ago (not now, it has nothing to do with reality), in the United States (it is the imperialist countries that are exposed, it has nothing to do with us) there was a writer who lived in a house on the twenty floors. It happened that there was a window in the house, like this one, facing a long, straight street. His desk was in front of this window.

One night, the writer sat at his desk and worked. Because he was so engrossed in the fate of the characters in the work that he forgot the time and where he was, when he stopped to light a cigarette, he didn't mind when he saw someone walking towards him outside the window, and still thought about the article he was writing.

He took a puff of his cigarette and wanted to rest his eyes, so he habitually looked out the window again. Just as he was taking a puff of cigarette, the oncoming man approached, and he saw that the man was still carrying something on his back. At first, I couldn't tell what he was carrying, but the man approached step by step, and he also rose step by step, and when he saw that his position was on the same level as him, he could see that he was carrying a coffin with silver lacquer.

The writer wondered in his heart: "Why is this heavy thing carried by a person?" As soon as he thought of this, the man in front of him seemed to hear his heart, and raised his head, and by this time he was very close to the writer's window, and the writer could not help shivering when he saw that the man was pale and angry. Only then did he realize that he was sitting on a twenty-story building, and it was midnight, so he screamed and covered his face with his hands.

After this shout, silence returned to the surroundings. The writer listened to it for a long time without moving, slowly took his hand off his face, and then looked out the window, still moonlight like water, looking down, a white and pure road was empty, stretching into infinity.

He broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that this was because he was tired from writing for too long, so he took a shower and went to sleep. After that, everything was normal, and he forgot about it.

A few years later, he went to another city to run errands. The department he was going to was on the top floor of a skyscraper, which was still an old-fashioned elevator operated by a professional elevator worker. When he walked into the building, a group of people crashed into the elevator, and he hurried to the elevator, where the elevator worker closed the door. He hurriedly knocked on the door and shouted, "I'm sorry, wait for me." ”

The elevator worker heard the voice, reopened the door, nodded with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, please come on." ”

The writer nodded and looked at the elevator worker, and couldn't help but retract his outstretched feet, thinking, "This face is so pale, how can it look like I've seen it somewhere?" On second thought, it was the face that he saw carrying the coffin that night, and he hesitated for a moment, retreated from the door, nodded at the face, and said, "I'm sorry, I think of something else." ”

The elevator doors closed again, and they started. The writer decided not to go up to do business today, and to calm down his nerves first. He turned and walked out of the building. Before I got to the door, I heard a loud bang behind me, several screams, and hurriedly looked back, the elevator broke the steel rope and fell down from dozens of floors, and the people on the elevator all fell into meat sauce.

It became a sensational tragedy. The police and the judiciary have published newspapers to solicit testimony from witnesses in order to clarify the case. The writer felt that he had a duty to do so, so he volunteered to go to the police station to testify. He was welcomed by the police and received more attention. Everyone asked him: "Since you came to the elevator in a hurry, why did you change your mind temporarily?" If he could have lied, he would have said, "I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring something that I needed and went back to get it, but I didn't put it on." "Maybe that's the end of it. He is an honest man, and sees lying as shameful as stealing. Besides, what's the harm of telling the truth about your adventures? told the truth about what he saw from the window in the middle of the night when he saw the elevator driver carrying the coffin. This time there was an uproar, who believed this set of nonsense? This is obviously a lie, why deceive? He has a ghost in his heart, and he doesn't dare to make it public. So the innkeeper, detectives, the family of the deceased, journalists, and all kinds of people formed a united front and surrounded him, demanding that he confess the truth. He felt insulted, and walked away in a rage. This move added fuel to the fire, and people used the tools of public opinion to attack him in the newspapers and on the radio, and the ranks of this united front became larger and larger, and everyone made all kinds of reasoning and speculation, and this time it was the turn of others to use him as material to write novels.

Some say that he owed a large debt to one of the victims, and in order to avoid repayment, he wrecked the elevator and lured the man up, but he himself jumped down in time; Some people say that he had a grudge against an insurance company, and in order to bankrupt that insurance company, he caused this tragedy, because the elevator and a certain tycoon who took the elevator were insured by that company; Others say he was bribed by another elevator factory to do this, because the elevator company was competing with the crashed elevator manufacturer...... Although none of the speculations can be conclusive, one thing has been invisibly conclusive, that is, this writer is indeed suspected of murder for money, and even the police will file a case against him for investigation. The writer thought that the sight he saw from the window that night saved his life and was his creation. Only now did he realize that the sight had brought him far worse disaster than death. He doesn't even have the right to die, and his death proves that everyone's speculation is more justified, and it is not as comfortable to live as to die suddenly on the elevator.

Lao Li didn't talk about it anymore when he talked about it, everyone looked at each other, no one said anything, and went to work. Lao Zhang hung outside and wiped a window again, beckoning everyone to take a second break.

During the second round of breaks, everyone asked Lao Wang to tell, and Lao Wang also told the story of a window facing the street.

Many years ago, it was also in a foreign country (how many years?) What country? Leave him alone. Not China anyway, not now). There was a college student who lived alone in a small room on the twentieth floor of a tall building. The house has a window facing the street, and under the window is a horizontal street. There is also a high-rise building across the street, which is a hotel. The hotel had a window opposite his, and if the window was opened, they could see each other's room faintly, but they could not hear a sound.

Exams are almost due, and young people are working day and night to revise their homework. On that day, he studied until late at night, when everything was quiet, when he heard a quarrel. I hurriedly looked out the window, and saw that all the windows on the opposite floor were dark. Only the window directly opposite him was brightly lit. Under the lamp, two men were fighting. An older man resisted and fled the door, and a young man pulled him back several times and threw him to the ground. The old man was in a hurry, and put his head out of the window as if to shout, and at that moment the young man pounced on him from behind, and put his hands on his neck; Seeing him staggering and falling, it was a long time before the young man let go of his hand, took out something from the old man's suit pocket, examined it, put it in his pocket, and hurriedly opened the door and left. The old man never got up again.

The college students were stunned by the brutal scene. As soon as he came to his senses, he immediately ran out to make a phone call and report to the police station that he had witnessed a homicide. The police station asked for the name and address of the person who reported the crime, said thank you, and hung up the phone.

The college students were so distracted by this that they could no longer concentrate on their homework, and they were ready to change their residences as soon as they heard the news of the crime. Before the news of the case came, the villains of the police station arrested him. After the trial, he was sentenced to six months of hard labor and a large fine. The charge was "deliberately reporting a false case, disturbing the peace, and playing tricks on the police". Because the police got his report and immediately went to the scene. In the room he identified, a newlywed couple was asleep, claiming that they had not left the room since the afternoon of the previous day and that no one had visited. Other than that, the whole hotel is peaceful, and there are no accidents in any rooms. The hotel's manager, servants, and tenants all produced certificates that the university student's police report was unfounded. The university student refused to accept the verdict and again stated that he had seen it with his own eyes, and the court had to call in a psychiatrist for a consultation. As a result, the conviction was quashed and he was sent to an insane asylum as a psychopath.

Three years later, there was a murder in that hotel, and the deceased's age, clothing, and the way in which he was killed happened to be exactly what the college student said when he called the police three years ago. After interrogation, the case was really solved, and the murderer confessed the same crime as the college student saw. The police chief felt that the incident was inexplicable, but admitted that he had mishandled the college student and immediately sent someone to pick him up from the asylum.

After three years of torture, the college student really went insane at this time.

After the story was told, several people had a layer of frost on their faces. I didn't look at each other, I just looked down and thought about my own thoughts. Lao Zhang felt that everyone's mood was abnormal, he didn't let others go out of the window, and still went out of the window by himself. They said, "That's not appropriate, you can't do it alone." Lao Zhang said: "After resting again, you all go out, and I will work alone in the house." ”

After another break, Xiao Zhao told a story.

Also many years ago, in a foreign country. A detective who likes to play bridge. On Saturday night, I made an appointment with three card friends and rented a room in a high-rise hotel in the suburbs, ready to play all night. This room is on two floors. A card table was set up in the middle of the room, and the detective's seat was facing the window facing the street. Outside the window was a dreary sky. Beneath the sky was the equally gloomy water, and the inn was built on a cliff by the sea.

They played after dinner, played until twelve o'clock at midnight, and ate a little supper. When I sat down to shuffle the cards again, I found that one was missing. After checking, it was "Red Heart A", and everyone looked for it on and off the table, but there was no such Red Heart A. Tell the teahouse to bring a new deck of cards.

After the new cards were brought in, the paper bag was opened on the spot, the carton was opened on the spot, everything was as usual, but after washing a card, there was still a lack of one. Check it out, and what is missing is still a red heart A.

Everyone looked under the table again, but they still couldn't find Heart A. Everyone was surprised, and someone said, "It's not haunted, is it?" ”

Detectives are the least believers. He thought that there were only things in the world that were discovered, and nothing that could not be explained, so he shouted to the teahouse: Bring me a new deck of cards! Declare that he doesn't want this one, and ask him to go to the store downstairs to buy a pair of other trademarks.

After a while, the teahouse bought a deck of cards with another trademark. The detective opened the box, checked the cards first, neatly and neatly, one is not less, he smiled, snorted, and began to shuffle the cards. Shuffle it several times and divide the cards. Divide to the end. One less one.

The detective was annoyed, slapped the table, stood up, and just as he was about to roar, he suddenly saw a woman outside the window looking at him, with a wry smile on her pale face, holding an oversized "red heart A" on her chest, and a drop of blood was dripping from the red heart......

At this point, there was the sound of footsteps outside, and the patrolling rebels came and interrupted the story. The two rebels were really polite, pointed out a few places that were not clean, scolded them for being too slow, and told them to hurry up and eat, and only after eating and finishing their work were allowed to rest.

During the meal, Lao Zhang quietly announced that before he went to work after the meal, he would tell everyone another story about the window facing the street.

Lao Zhang's announcement is for a reason. Whether they understood the story told by the three of them before this, he didn't know. But he knew he understood. He heard them. He heard the words, the words, the potential words that they themselves were not aware of. He has been their leader for 20 years, and he knows the background, causes, and outcomes of many things. And some of them he has some responsibility. For example, Lao Wang, he said that a building built when he was building cut corners, and there was a hidden quality accident. After the "pulling out of the white flag" began, Lao Wang was made a typical example of attacking the three red flags, and the rightists were supplemented. Not long ago, when the Tangshan earthquake shook Beijing, the building collapsed. At this time, the rebels were still fighting Lao Wang for the crime of "attacking ***"; As for Lao Li, he also knew that Lao Li had been working underground for many years. The enemy never caught him. As soon as there was a slight movement, he could smell it with a special sensitivity and immediately avoided it. Now his charge of "spy" is determined because of this, "Why can't the enemy catch someone else and catch you?" Can you be treated so favorably if you don't do things for them? ”

Lao Zhang made up half a story while eating. This person's storytelling skills are too poor, and no one has been interested in talking for a long time.

He's talking about the present. It was said that a man was going to commit suicide for reasons that were inconvenient to say, and the rebels took him off his belt, and the knives and scissors were searched, and the power supply was cut off, so he could not die. So he escaped from the "cowshed", entered a tall building, climbed to the twenty-story floor in one breath, and tried to jump through the window.

He climbed onto the ledge, stepped one leg out, and as he turned and tugged on the other leg, he inadvertently looked out of the windowpane. At this glance, he decided not to die.

At this point he stopped.

Everyone asked, "What did he see?" ”

Lao Zhang said: "You go outside the window now to clean the glass, you just have to reflexively stand outside and you will understand what that person has seen." ”

Everyone was suspicious and trembling, and when they got out of the window, they grabbed the window frame and stood up reflexively, and at the same time looked at the window pane, and their eyes were fixed.

The three of them looked the same in shock, but they saw different things, the first one looked down, and the reflection seen from the next row of window panes was the parade of the armed guards dragging the people who were being beaten. Those rebel heroes wearing red armbands, holding pistols and sticks are more hideous and majestic than they usually see; The people who were fighting with big signs and papier-mâché hats were more miserable and helpless than they usually saw, but these images became fluttering and swaying through the reflection of the glass, like a wisp of smoke, like a reflection in a piece of water, and when the wind blew the window slightly, they twisted, deformed, and even became a chaotic spot of light. The most fundamental thing is that all these images are the opposite of the real thing, "up and down, left and right", and in turn "down, up, up, right, left", and "east, west, north, south" become "west, northeast, north, south......

The second man, with his eyes level, saw the middle of the window, which reflected a little farther away, and there was a large courtyard, in which an old man stood supported by a young woman, and two children crouched on either side of a chair on which they seemed to be writing with a brush, and the old man stood beside them and pointed. On the other side, a middle-aged woman is doing laundry; A young couple working together to make a pile of minced coal into briquettes...... In a word, what he sees is the ordinary scene that he is used to seeing on weekdays, representing the normal life of human beings. But he hadn't seen this kind of life for two years since he entered the "cowshed", and he thought that the whole world had changed completely. Now it is found that although he has been away from the track of normal life for more than two years, even though the rebels say that the world has been turned upside down and the mountains and rivers have changed color. In fact, life is still behind the "red ocean", stubbornly going on in its own way.

The third man looked up at the top layer of glass from the window, and he looked farther away, where was the yard of a factory and the playground of a middle school. There were large groups of people busy in the factory and in the school, and he didn't see what they were doing at first, but he felt that the movements and formations were very similar. After a while, he was surprised to see that they were tying wreaths, and when he looked to both sides, he saw a barracks and a kindergarten, and strangely enough, the man in military uniform and the aunt with the doll were also tying wreaths. How, at the same time did they each lose their loved ones? At this time, a gust of wind blew, the window moved, and he suddenly saw a photo in the middle of a large wreath, it was none other than Zhou Enlai! It was the rebels who warned Premier Zhou Enlai yesterday with a loudspeaker that everyone was not allowed to pay tribute on the Qingming Festival. His eyes were moist and blurred, but a fire rose in his heart, which made him a little ashamed, how could he forget the power of the people? What else is unchangeable?

When the three men climbed down from the windowsill, they all seemed to change, looked at each other, smiled, and silently went to wipe the glass again. But Lao Zhang saw an important change in their eyes, from despair to hope......

Kang Xiaochun said this, his mouth was dry, and his tongue was dry. Open the beer bottle and start drinking.

I stopped and said, "Don't be busy, Ms. Zhao's horror story isn't over yet!" You'll have to make it up! ”

He said that he was bored after saying it all, so it was better to leave a tail for the listener to continue by himself. How you want to continue, how to continue. Stories, always true or false. Only the last one is completely true, and if you don't believe it, you can stand outside the windowsill of a tall building and look back at the window pane, and then you will know that what he said is true.