Wang Peijing, | Slip Academy: Canvas Bag

● Wang Peijing

Years ago, I bought a canvas bag from the ordinary market, yellow, like a faded old military uniform color, although a little earthy, but practical, can hold mobile phones and keys, and wallets, so I often carry it when I go out.

Sometimes friends get together, because I can hold small things for friends, and I often carry it. In the liquor store, when sitting down or getting up at the end, I saw that everyone either did not bring a bag, or the man with a smooth and shiny, how to look like a leather handbag or bag, a very gentlemanly look; Ladies' various Kun bags are even more dazzling, bright in color, distinctive, unique, exquisite, may be thousands or tens of thousands of yuan in a bag, showing the identity and value of women. Sometimes I feel a little shabby, but it doesn't matter if I have wine to cover my face.

A few years ago, in the car into the city in the square of my hometown county, I stood by the car with this bag, and a person came to me: Master, buy a ticket. At the beginning I also explained that I was also in the car. Later, when more people asked me, I just shook my head and waved my hands, and everyone looked at me with doubtful eyes, which meant, how can you not sell tickets. Lover laughed at me: Your son bought you a good bag you don't carry, see people treat you as a conductor.

In the county community, someone saw me coming and said to the neighbors around me: The electricity collector is coming.

The other day, the house was about to be renovated, and my wife began to grit her teeth and throw things, and three days later, I suddenly remembered my canvas bag, and I couldn't find it everywhere, so I asked her anxiously: What about my canvas bag. She smiled and said: I don't know if I threw away the garbage or sold the waste, anyway, I helped you dispose of it.

I glared at her in disgust and went downstairs to the trash can to find it, the trash can had just been replaced, clean and empty.

The lover saw that I was really angry, and also pulled down his face, sneered and said to me, a broken bag, worth it! As for?

After several days of sullenness, on Saturday, I had telepathic, aimlessly walking for a long time, suddenly smelling a peculiar smell, looking around, there was a waste collection station.

I walked in involuntarily, my eyes searching for the mountains of waste, circling the garbage mountain several times, and found nothing. The boss laughed and said to me: Whatever you like, take it as you like.

When I was about to leave in disappointment, a moment back, a miracle appeared, and although it was covered with oil and dust, I recognized it. It lay quietly in a corner not far away.

The zipper of the bag was broken, I reached in, and when I touched a small thing through the cracks of the broken bag, my hands and heart were shaking violently, and a stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

It was a diamond ring, afraid that it would not be easy to hide, I put the refined box in the drawer of the unit, and I wanted to let them "collect" when I took it out. This is what I bought with the money I have saved for nearly a decade.

I promised her that when I was married for twenty years, I would fulfill one of her wishes!

Home decoration is also for the arrival of this day, and now it is getting closer and closer to this day.

About author:Wang Peijing is a member of the China Writers Association and the president of the Beijing Short Fiction Salon. In 2009, "Who Doesn't Want to Be a Flying Bird" won the Bingxin Book Award, in 2012 the essay "Parents' Heart" won the Fifth National Bingxin Prose Award, in 2015 won the 7th Golden Sparrow Award, and from 2006 to 2011, he won the first prize of the fourth annual Chinese miniature novel. His works have won more than 100 awards inside and outside the military. He has been awarded the titles of "New 36 Constellations of Contemporary Small Fiction" and "Contemporary Hundred Houses". More than 100 works have been selected by newspapers and periodicals such as "Selected Novels", "Readers", "Writers' Digest", "Youth Expo", "Reading for Middle School Students", "Selected Small Novels" and so on. More than 100 works have been selected into "100 Readers' Favorite Essays", "Military Prose Annual Selection", "Chinese New Literature Department Miniature Novel Volume", "World Chinese Miniature Novel Selection" (Chinese and English comparison), "My Favorite Chinese Prose 100", "Chinese Small Novel Reader", "Chinese Miniature Novel Reader" and other anthologies. He has published more than 100 works in foreign newspapers and periodicals such as "Australian Rainbow Parrot", "International Daily", "Qiandao Daily", "Good News", "Northern Jiangsu Daily", "World Daily" and so on. His works have been translated into English, Japanese and other foreign languages. His works "I Have a House", "The Magic of Long Kisses", "Military Salute", "Female Soldiers Outside the Staff", etc. were selected as examination papers or high school mock examination questions of more than 100 middle and high schools in Anhui, Guangdong, Jiangxi, Zhejiang, Jiangsu, Shandong, Hebei and so on. He is the chief editor and co-editor of more than 200 anthologies of literary works, such as "2005 Annual Selection of Chinese Military Short Stories", "Selected Works of Winning Writers of the Famous Artists and Bingxin Award" (30 books), "Classic Anthologies of Lu Xun Literature Award-winning Writers" (15 books), etc. He has published 21 works, such as "How Can I Not Miss You", "Selected Miniature Novels of Wang Peijing", "Military Soul", "Call Him a Brother for Me", "Looking for a Hero", "Female Soldier From Outside the Compilation", "Who Doesn't Want to Be a Flying Bird", "A Pair of Leather Shoes Running Away from Home", "Time Fished from the Bottom of My Heart" and so on.

[Editor and production: Slippery, real name Liu Jian, senior teacher, founder of Huanpai Literature. On the title page of his book "Slippery", it is impressively written: "Humble is fine, fine is humble." / The one who is humbled is dying, / The spirit is coming to an end because of the essence. / Life is different, / People die together. / Alive, once for a chicken feather red face, / can sacrifice oneself for a girl to forget death; / Dead, not proud of the city full of thousands of beautiful women, / not depressed with dogs for the company of sheep as wives. 】

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