Mei Zihan: Good man living room

I lived in the university's ninth dormitory for a full eight years. That simple housing building, one by one, room to room, common kitchen, common tap and bathroom, east of the eight or nine, west of the eight or nine, the long corridor is gray and black during the day, the night is dim and dark, but every family moves in is joyfully panicked, it is really happy!

We were all in our thirties at the time. It was hard to end the days of farming and working, being arranged into a splendid New Year's Month, entering the university, graduating and staying in school, having a bed for the family to sleep, a table to eat, preparing for classes, a very small bookcase, putting your own books, turning around in the room, and turning around in the room, my heart was full of lyrical songs. I often lie on the south window, looking at the woods and grass outside, not far from the train to the south, the vibration of the railroad tracks to feel the window frame and glass, the light is too dazzling, the heart will be trance, surely got, but the doubt is a little shaky, how can fate be so bright? In the ten years not long ago, I would go back and forth from the road not far from the window once a month, to work on the farm, to go back to Shanghai for a vacation, and sitting at the window of the long-distance bus, I could faintly see this university, but it had nothing to do with me, and now, I was lying in front of one of its windows!

The birds in the woods outside the window chirped brightly, but it was no better than the voice of Teacher Yu Jianping, the director of the office who had a bright temperament and voice, and she almost ran to me and shouted at me: "Mei Zihan, you move to the ninth dormitory, pretty good, wooden floor!" ”

Some people's rooms are larger, some are smaller, some are facing south, some are facing north, everyone is smiling, calm, no one compares anyone, a room that can live, is a garden of flowers in the heart, who still winds and rains, and breaks the buds?

When cooking every day, the communal kitchen is our salon and also the taste living room. Looking at their own pot, smelling the deliciousness of others, friendly saying some fun words, words will never hurt, which family has a difficulty, concerned inquiries, the tone is permeated with heat. That time, I suddenly had severe abdominal pain, and Longgen was eager to turn himself into a car to take me to the hospital, but only the bicycle, I sat in the back seat, listening to him all the way to the hospital, breathless, even no pain!

True warm emotions can become medicine on the road, and we walk back slowly all the way back, and the sky is full of sunshine.

He was a foreign language student, taught Russian, his wife taught English at another school, all belonged to the most simple and peaceful people in life, simple talking, simple dressing, at noon, Longgen was alone at home, almost every day was only a bowl of clear soup, never fried a poached egg for himself, he went to the countryside, as a real hardship farmer.

Wei Yi is from the Department of Physical Education. He walked through the hallway and into the kitchen, always a sports-like step. It was a man full of joy, with a delicate heart and a natural manner of kindness. He never talks about advanced topics, does not point out the country, says anything, how to speak, understands better than anyone, lives a gentle life in ordinary life, and has an extremely safe personality. But he's willing to make jokes about himself, to ruin himself playfully and make everyone happy. His daily lunch is almost an egg fried rice, and he runs on the playground every day and needs protein.

When he was in his thirties, he said that he was an old man, and now he is in his seventies, but he still looks like a young man.

Pei Xin taught linguistics, and Fang Ping taught foreign literature. This couple, really know the logic of being clean, only in the profession, cherish the classroom, cherish the students, cherish the pleasant breathing in the depth and ease of learning, will not stoop, do not approach any deviation, walk into the classroom, return home, the calendar is turned in an orderly manner. Real intellectuals, university teachers.

There are often potatoes in their pots and tables, and Shanghainese people say potatoes and potato tomato soup. Living in the ninth dormitory, I only went to the door when they had dinner at their house, and I saw them eating, slowly leisurely. Every time I stand in front of the bronze statue of the French man who promotes potatoes in Paris Noy, I always think of Pessin eating potatoes, he is so serious when he picks up a potato from the soup, put it in his mouth to cherish, the taste is full, and he must be like that when he does learning!

Wang Qi is not from college and works in an outside factory. His wife was a cook in the school cafeteria, so she also became neighbors with us.

He was the best cooker in our lively kitchen. Every night when he was cooking, he also listened to us talk, never interjected, probably thinking that he was a worker, so he was only a laughing listener. In fact, we used to be like him, in the countryside or in the factory, muddy and oily. None of us will regard ourselves as more knowledgeable than him, but we all like him, appreciate the dishes he cooks, praise him from the bottom of our hearts, and be willing to do so, which makes him embarrassed every day.

Then there's Grandma Xia. Her husband, who was a college teacher, passed away, leaving him alone. Every day silent, simple meals, walking in and out, like a loving mother shadow. Our children went to kindergarten by her, she picked them up after school, it was windy and rainy, and they also prepared candy and cookies for the children to eat, waiting for us to come home from work one by one. What a silent old man, who gets nothing but the thanks from our lips. The children grew up, flew away, went in all directions, and then she left the world, but none of us forgot her. This silent old man like a mother, we miss silently in our hearts, miss and shout in our hearts: "Xia Apo! "Old man, she must be fine!"

I was the first to move out of the ninth dormitory. There, from lecturer to professor. Move into a bigger house. I didn't have much higher level than others, I just got the chance. The new home is in another building tens of meters apart, these friends who have been eating in a kitchen for eight years, the good people in the scented living room, the men and women who have helped move together, are the mood and look of congratulations, from the first floor to the fifth floor, there is no shortage of one, the heavy piano alone can be moved to write a most affectionate concerto. Long Gen shouted the password, everyone was together, how each step was crossed, how the corners were turned, all the belongings were moved into the parking, without taking a sip of water, they left.

For more than thirty years, the calendar was too fast. Later, everyone is also your move, he moved. We haven't seen each other again in a long time. What are we all busy with?

But we're all thinking about it. I wrote my thoughts out, my face full of tears. (Mei Zihan)