Text丨Cao Xu
I talked to my family about setting up my desk in the morning, but now I have to put it away, because today's "concentrated action" is even more moving. It was decided yesterday morning, and at half past ten today, three sets of people went to the relocation site. When I entered the venue, I calculated that it was an older villager representative, a little slower, or deliberately slow. Twenty or thirty young people from the relocation company were already sitting at the scene, and the nearby work team, which was the head of our district organ, knocked on the door of a house and whispered to the head of the household, who was already somewhat familiar with it.
The group of young men also rushed over, and some went straight up to the second floor, and the head of the household also went up, and I hurriedly avoided at the bottom of the stairs. Then he heard that the head of the household was grabbed by the hair and was calling for help: "Killed someone, killed someone." Then I heard the dull sound of being beaten, and the thump of slamming glass, the muffled sound of a bit of an explosion. Where is there a desk? It doesn't seem to be a world, it's not the same world.
After that, there was the second house, and the head of the household was also very terrifying, and he saw a few young people looking at each other. Or it's not that I'm afraid, but in another unknown way, I untie my belt, say I want to have diarrhea, and then squat down to defecate, scared my two grandsons and cry. I had to caress their heads with my hand and say, "Don't be afraid, child." At the same time, the explosion of glass was slammed.
The third one I knew, I was far away, but the situation was much more exciting. The head of the household, a woman, tied a national headscarf, for unknown reasons, only that her daughter and daughter-in-law were dragged into a corner by several people, and within a wall, the woman's screams of being beaten and their scolding could not be contained. There were three other women, the youngest of whom took pictures with their mobile phones and were seen and reprimanded. The rebuke attracted a few young people to grab the phone, and there was another tearing, the details are not necessary, it seems that there are two forces, where there is a strange entanglement.
Back in the community, it was already past 12 o'clock for lunch, and the young people were gone, only the people in our group, next to the locust forest, as if nothing had happened. After a nap, my bookcase was in my bag, not quite used to these social life, so I took out my book and read a few pages. Hearing someone snoring, I was on the bench, and I was confused until half past two, and I laughed nearly four o'clock. In the morning, the father and son of the first person who was smashed came over first and questioned the team leader, and his mouth was passionate. Some people got up and left, others talked, but I kept listening, watching the conflict and the indescribable fire at the grassroots level, as I did in the morning. Where would you find a bookcase? Yet, perhaps, the largest desk in the world, could not be taken care of.
Two
Desk, bookcase, this spring, to this day, there is not a desk. In the past, not to mention, the place in the house was narrow, my mother and son lived in one room, and the kitchen was converted into a bedroom, which was four square in size, and there was no place to put a table. The ugly case in the room covered my quiet study, took the exam, and realized the first turning point in my life.
Later, I started a family, and the young couple were not lifted out of poverty at first, but they restructured a relatively wide table, a chest of drawers, which was just more than 1 meter high, and a square stool could be placed at the cabinet door. When I read and write, I sat down and thought about writing, and listened to my wife doing housework in the room where my mother lived, and the sound fell to the floor and spread to my desk, lingering between the words and the pages of the book. Fresh, serene and exuberant.
Fresh as the breeze on the window of the spring day, the distant sky is light clouds, the quiet is like the birdsong of the cangtong, and the snow and the early sunshine of the holiday morning awakening, the vigorous is the spring of the ten thousand trees and green, after the rain full of trees blooming, it is also the child I suddenly grew up, it is actually a poem published by a Hong Kong journal - "Chen Meng". After changing his home, the spacious living room, the two-bedroom room, and thinking that his son went to school and left home, his living room can be a study, even if the room is renovated, and then a bookcase and desk, unexpectedly, the 40-year-old suffer, the number of deaths around is increasing, and he is suspicious for the rest of his life. I don't have much to do with the rest of my life, can't I have my own desk? I can't put a desk in my forty or fifty years' life.
Isn't the desk converted from the chest of drawers also a desk that is quiet and full of light and moon, and what is thought and written? Moreover, the dressing table on the balcony, the glass low table in the kitchen, and even the low stool sofa, the sofa are also desks. Put a stack of books, put together a few papers and pens, and you can do everything with your left hand and be true and good with your right hand. What's more, the desk is in the chest, and wherever you are, the desk will follow closely like gossip and careful training and long human history. Whatever the fuck happens, even though that's another bookcase.
☆ About the author: Cao Xu, a cadre of Weidu District Teachers' Training School in Xuchang City, Henan Province, pen name Chen Caoxu, in recent years, there have been hundreds of essays and novels on literary websites such as Prose Online, Red Sleeves and Fragrance, Under the Ancient Banyan Tree, Kaidi Community, etc., and co-authored the biography "Candlelight That Year".
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