Chapter 32: When the Angry Youth Meets the Cynic

"Big brother, play it for me again......" The clay figure sat by the fire and begged, "It's not fun to play twice ......"

The young man pouted and said, "Why don't you even have water, what should I do if my throat is broken?"

The clay man was dumbfounded, and after a while, he clenched his fists and said firmly: "Big brother, you wait, I'll go and go back." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The clay man got up and ran out, and when he closed the door, Su Ye asked curiously, "Is the rock you just sang the most popular type of music now?"

The young man was frightened: "Are you a human or a ghost? Why didn't you find out just now, and you came out cold?!"

Su Ye smiled: "I am an immortal, it is difficult for ordinary people to see." ”

"Pull it down!" said the young man disdainfully, "I'm still a savior!"

As soon as the words landed, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the guitar again and sang tentatively: "There has never been a savior, and it doesn't depend on the Immortal Emperor......"

The young man slapped the ground with his left hand, and the crisp sound echoed in the temple, and he grinned in pain, but he couldn't stop his ecstasy: "The Internationale can also be used to play rock and roll!!!

Su Ye looked at the young man in amazement, and he began to try to cover some strange songs, from the rising red sun in the east to the people who did not want to be slaves. The last way deviated, waiting for the clay man to push open the temple door, excitedly shouted: "Big brother come and eat watermelon!" When the young man was singing softly: "Speechless, go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook......;

The corners of the clay man's mouth twitched, and he silently put down the watermelon in his arms, gently closed the temple door, and calmed down outside.

The young man exclaimed: "Brother, I'm just experimenting, do you know about avant-garde experimental music? Just like you are now making a 'third-generation poet'!"

"I don't like the third generation of poets......" The clay figure said sullenly outside: "Big brother, you better eat watermelon, I'll go find some dry firewood." ”

"He doesn't seem to be happy?" Su Ye sat by the fire, and the young man glanced at him: "Nonsense, I can hear it." ”

Su Ye said sincerely: "Is the rock you sang before very popular in China?"

"No, it's Hong Kong and Taiwan music and disco that are popular now. The young man was a little embarrassed, but when his eyes fell on the guitar, he seemed to have great courage in an instant, and raised his head and said: "But I believe that rock will one day defeat them all, and Chinese rock will rule the !! in the nineties."

"Bang dong!" The temple door was suddenly pushed open, and the clay figure stood outside angrily, letting the wind and rain blow on his cheeks, pointing at the young man and shouting: "You, you are talking nonsense!

"Are you sick in the brain?" the young man scolded: "I mean Hong Kong and Taiwan music and disco, what kind of fun are you writing hazy poems?!"

"Huh?" The mud man was stunned, the rain washed away the mud on his face, and Su Ye clearly saw a hint of blush on his fair face. The clay man lowered his head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm too sensitive, and I hereby formally apologize to you!"

"I forgive you," the young man said with his fingernails to make a straight line on the skin of the melon, and then struck it again, and the watermelon split in two on the spot, and the bright red juice splashed to the ground, and he muttered, "Go and find some more pieces of wood, this fire is going to burn out." ”

The clay man stared at the sandy watermelon and swallowed his spit, reluctantly closed the temple door and went elsewhere to find dry firewood.

When he walked away, the young man divided half of the watermelon into two halves in the same way, compared them with each other, handed the smallest piece to Su Ye, and said with a grin, "Don't mind, buddy, singing is very tiring to the throat, I'll eat more moisturizing, so I can sing to you again." ”

Su Ye shook his head and said, "I don't have to eat." ”

"Take it," the young man stuffed the watermelon into his hand, Su Ye got up and got out of the way, and the young man laughed angrily: "What's the matter, brother? ”

Su Ye shook his head and said seriously: "I am an immortal, so I don't need to eat." ”

"You're sick in the head, too. The young man sighed and said, "People hide from the rain and have sexual encounters, why is it my turn to be two fools?"

He lowered his head and took a bite of the watermelon with all his might, the cool and sweet juice made the pores of the whole body open, and the granular sand melted on the tip of the tongue, feeling extremely comfortable. The young man covered his chest and whispered like a woman: "Ah, it's so cool......"

Su Ye looked out of the door, and the young man sat up straight in fright, and said solemnly: "This watermelon tastes good, but it also proves that the peasant brothers have worked it." It is not easy for them to step on the loess with their backs to the sky, and they have to squeeze out time to grow fruits and sell them for money! As soon as I think of this, I feel ashamed and heartache! Ah, it hurts!"

Su Ye looked at the young man strangely and asked, "Since you feel heartache, why don't you put the money under the melon seedlings?"

The young man pricked up his ears, and when he found that there was no one outside the door, he took a bite of the watermelon angrily, and said vaguely: "If you have a bargain, you don't take advantage of the bastard, it's just a watermelon, and those villagers themselves steal it very much." Today you steal the old Qian's house, and tomorrow you steal the old Zhu's house, and finally find out that you were also stolen, feng shui takes turns, everyone scolds a few words. As long as you don't steal too much, the villagers won't mind. ”

Su Ye pondered: "But if it goes on like this, won't it become a vicious circle? The villagers and neighbors have also lost trust, and everyone has a pimple in their hearts, and it is very uncomfortable to live like this." ”

"Damn," the young man smiled, "It's only been ten years since that incident, and there's still a fart trust between people." Brother, I see that you are also an idealist, and I would like to advise you to take advantage of the current policy opening up and find a way to go abroad as soon as possible! God knows when the wind will turn in one direction, and you will be better off dead than alive!"

Su Ye was silent, he slowly shook his head and said, "I have no plans to go abroad now, I want to observe some more human beings." ”

The young man munched on a watermelon and sneered: "What do you do? Social studies or reportage? Let me tell you, don't think that what you do is academic, in China, everything is inseparable from politics." If you want to investigate, you can, if you want to investigate deeply, you can enter a foreign nationality first. Preferably the United States, the United Kingdom, and France, all three of which are democracies and permanent members. Even if you are detained for some reason, they have a reason to have fists and Chinese wrist wrestling, and there is a great hope of being rescued!"

Su Ye looked at the young man in a daze, the corners of his mouth and collar were stained with bright red liquid, and the orange flames were dancing in his eyes, unscrupulously criticizing and ridiculing high-ranking party and government officials. It is said that their institutions are bloated and old-fashioned, greedy for the powerful and unwilling to abdicate, while beating the people at the bottom with the whip of reform to make them run wildly for money, and on the other hand, changing policies and regulations day and night, resulting in no safety guarantee for people who go to the sea to do business, and there are often tragedies in which a contract is signed with great difficulty and a ban becomes waste paper.

"Are you ridiculous?" the young man foamed at the mouth: "Since the reform and opening up, the concept is disordered and the system is paradoxical. However, when it comes to the economy, the government has become confused and at a loss even with legal judgments, and there is no way to understand what kind of 'speculation is a crime'! I think that the upper echelons are not able to agree at all, and sometimes they are afraid of reform, and sometimes they are timid. I want to be a prostitute and make a lot of money, but I also want to insist on building a chaste archway!"

"Don't talk about state affairs, don't talk about state affairs. The temple door was pushed open, and the clay man approached the fire with a bundle of rotten wood, he put the firewood by the fire to bake, turned around and closed the door and said: "Big brother, my father said that politics is the dirtiest thing in the world, let's just farm and do business step by step, and don't mention those national affairs in this life." ”

"You are cynical!" said the young man angrily, "If everyone in the country were like you and your father, the country would die in silence!!

"That can't be helped," the clay man smiled bitterly: "Big brother, my grandfather was tortured to death, and he is still an activist." But after it was revealed that he had poured water for the largest capitalist roader in the central government, those young generals boiled a large pot of boiling water and poured it into his mouth, and when he died, his face was covered with blood blisters and his stomach was swollen like a toad. It was going to be poured into my mouth, but my dad cried and shouted for him to be poured first, because I was only four years old at the time, only four years old. ”

The clay figure lowered his head and picked up the firewood and threw it into the fire. The flickering red light dimmed, black smoke rose, and he said softly: "I don't want to get involved in politics in my life, grandpa is dead, and my dad is also disabled, it's enough." It may be a little selfish, but it's hard for us ordinary people to live in peace, and we don't dare to care about national affairs anymore. ”

The young man was silent, the pressure of reality leaving him speechless. The newly put firewood is ignited with a "crackling" sound. The flame shone in his eyes, and after a long time the young man asked: "If one day, when the decade comes, will you continue to be an ostrich? You are a poet, and you should know the poem of Martini Mora: In Germany, at first when they hunted down the Communists, I did not speak, because I was not a Communist, and then they hunted down the Jews, and I did not speak......

"I know!" the clay man broke off the branch and said hatefully: "I understand everything you say! But my father and I just want to live a good life, not everyone has the courage of you angry youths! I am not an ostrich, and I often read the newspaper news, but the only difference is that you dream of changing the world, and I just want to save myself!"

The two men were staring at each other like fighting cocks, and the original harmonious atmosphere was gone. Su Ye held his cheek with his right hand and said lazily: "What are you arguing about, you are still scholars, don't you understand the truth of gentlemen and differences?"

"Who's talking?" the clay man said in horror, "There's a third person here?!"

"I'm not human," Su Ye said solemnly: "I'm a night wandering god." ”