Yesterday afternoon, with a fearless revolutionary spirit, my aunt and I went to the Shangri-La Hotel in Tianjin to rub it violently and slaughtered an old man in our hospital!
This meal originated two years ago, a bet we made for the Russian-Ukrainian war!
He bet on a quick defeat for the woolly bear. I'm the opposite!
Now, two years have passed. I won, he conceded, and the belated meal began.
This old man is quite foreign on weekdays, but in fact, listening to his own narration during the banquet, he is really an old man with foreign roots.
The old man's parents used to be senior staff members of Standard Chartered Bank before liberation, and so did his mother. She is a female staff member who specializes in serving customers. Before liberation, this was still a minority!
Indeed, in the cities that opened their ports in the early years, there were such a group of old men and women in Tianjin and Shanghai. Their family life background was deeply rooted in the era of China's semi-colony, and there is a word called Lao Koehler.
It is the English employee, but it is not a retired employee here, he is referring to the Chinese employee who worked for Westerners in the old days, and these people had a very high standard of living at that time. 100 years ago, many people lived a comfortable life of living in an apartment with electric lights, listening to records and watching movies, and having fine clothes and food!
At the same time, they were also among the early adopters of Western civilization. In many inland cities, when they were still reciting "the original nature of human beings is good", they had already begun to have teachers in church schools to read "Turtle Oh Wo Not Turtle". At the same time, the teachers would also give them foreign names, just like my wife's grandparents.
If the old couple lived to be 100 years old now, I remember when I first got married and watched their class reunion, everyone called each other by their English names, obviously the two Tianjin Wei Uncle Li and Aunt Wang, but in the mouths of their classmates, they were William and Mary.
In this story, I have an old lady.
Her husband was a college classmate with her, her husband's home is from Shanghai, her mother-in-law is now in her 90s, her brain is not good, and she is no longer chattering, but a few years ago, when she first met her mother-in-law, the PK is called wonderful, I will learn from you.
"My mother-in-law is a very particular old lady, and her gray hair is permed and curly. I also wore a cheongsam at home, or a fuchsia velvet cheongsam, and I didn't know that I thought it was changed with curtains. ”
These are the words of the daughter-in-law of the Beijing compound who squeezed her mother-in-law. Of course, when I said this, it was 30 years ago!
When we met for the first time, the mother-in-law invited her daughter-in-law to eat a Hilton meal, and seeing her daughter-in-law skillfully using knives and forks, the mother-in-law was a little surprised and said:
"Ah, Xiaowen, you also like to eat Western food?"
When the daughter-in-law heard this, she smiled slightly and said:
"Hey, I'm used to eating this little old man, I have to rub Lao Mo every month at that time, and Lao Mo's various knives, forks and spoons are all over for me!"
There is a characteristic of the children of the Beijing Courtyard, that is, some people, regardless of men and women, love to be ruffian!
Of course, this does not delay their work, and they are also very serious about receiving people and things at work, but in private, if they meet those who have a great sense of superiority, they will fight back in a ruffian way. The core meaning is that your evaluation system doesn't work with me at all!
In the first meeting with her daughter-in-law, the Shanghai mother-in-law proudly said:
"When we ate Western food, we were very particular about that rule, your uncle... This refers to the father-in-law. He was a graduate of St. John's University, and we used to have parties at that time, and everyone would get together for Western food.
Ah, this is a reminder to the prospective daughter-in-law: "Our family is a family with an old foundation, you have to know this!"
In fact, this prospective mother-in-law is very proud to introduce her husband as a small Kai in the old days. In the old society, he was pampered and pampered, but he was not an ordinary mortal. That is the master of both material and spiritual life, this kind of superiority and pride of the old Miss Gongzi, but by chance I met the daughter-in-law of the Beijing compound who was a chess opponent. As soon as my daughter-in-law heard about it, she gave me this set. Let's move on.
I saw my sister put down her knife and fork, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then said to her mother-in-law very seriously:
"Hey, I know your family's old family, but I'll tell you this, I never took this to heart. ”
When the mother-in-law heard this, her face was surprised, hey, what's the matter? But she still didn't move, and she didn't rush to make a statement.
The prospective daughter-in-law of the big yard continued to say to her mother-in-law seriously:
"Those old criminal records of yours have been wiped out since the end of the Cultural Revolution, don't carry a burden, the old society has eaten exploitative food, that is the business of the old society, haven't they all been reformed in the new society? Oh, by the way, and what kind of holy university you said. Hey, no matter what is big anyway, it is also forced, right?
That's also because of the dual limitations of your previous family and vision, and your revolutionary consciousness is not high. That's why I went to the school run by the colonists in a daze, and you want to go to Kang Da, no conditions!
Anyway. Mom, hey, I'll call you Mom in advance. I'm here to make a statement to you, and I won't look down on you at all.
Not only that, but I will help you and educate you in the future, and from now on we will be a family, come, for our bright future, I propose, a toast!'
Speaking of which, look at my mother-in-law's face again. Hey, it's as swollen as the tomatoes from the Sijiqing Commune. Hahaha!
When the daughter-in-law learned these words from me, her cheeks trembled with joy, and she leaned forward and backwards, and it was really unlucky for this aunt and grandmother to marry her! Since then, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have been fighting openly and secretly for decades.
Don't talk about the marriage partners of our big courtyard disciples at that time, everyone has them, just take their family as an example. This aunt is married to the grandson of a capitalist, and her own sister? is married to a peasant phoenix man.
The mother-in-law was an illiterate old country lady. But on the contrary, my sister has great respect for her rural mother-in-law and follows the local customs.
In fact, I understand this grandmother, many of the second generation of red people who came out of the Beijing compound have not taken a fancy to the United States, the West and the old Europe. There is a lack of worship and a lack of affection! It's like learning English. The letter code is on the line, just talk without delay and communicate with foreigners, they can speak very particular English, but the sense of language, tone, no heart!
It's like a few years ago, someone said that Wang Shuo was going to emigrate, and when it came to my ears, I didn't believe it at all. I told him that there are a group of people who will not emigrate no matter how rich they are, because their two feet are deep in this land of China.
Of course, this is also a part of the big courtyard disciples, and there is another part that is indeed full of affection for Western civilization and is very respectful, after all, everyone's growth path is different, so personal choices will be very different.
For example, my sister, she makes no secret that she likes hairy bears, why?
The first is the similar cultural background.
In fact, if you like hairy bears, what you like is in the same vein. The brothers in the red camp in the past liked the socialist system. I have feelings for the place where the Soviet power was founded, which is like a big brother!
A while ago, it was a few years ago, and there was a group of people in their fifties and sixties, who were military fans of the former Soviet Union, wearing Soviet military uniforms, and who regularly gathered in front of the Moscow restaurant in Beijing to sing an old song from the Great Patriotic War. What Komsomol songs, what Katyusha, and then everyone gathers together, many of them have deep roots in the former Soviet Union from their parents.
Among them are some young Russians studying in Beijing, and even some old Communist Party members of the former Soviet Union who have come to Beijing to travel and work. Everyone got together, their feelings were sighing, and their hearts were surging!
Among the builders of the older generation, many of them have had the experience of staying in the Soviet Union. Just like my father, who studied in the former Soviet Union for a year, in addition to this, my father has a special affection for the Northeast, because he worked there,
When he was young, he fought side by side with Soviet comrades, building factories and installing machines, and it was a hot time. In the big family of the Soviet camp, everyone was commensurate with each other and had high fighting spirit! That kind of strong sincere affection was also what my father often recalled later!
Take Lao Mo, the favorite western restaurant of the Beijing Courtyard, for example, you go and inquire. Anyone who is about 60 years old, who doesn't have a knife and fork from Lao Mo at home, is all in order! Even a stupid daughter-in-law like me can make a beetroot soup and cream mix.
The movie [Sunny Day] is more realistic, and I was happy to eat an old man at that time, and I will talk to people when I come back!
At the same time, some movies, music and books about World War II are the spiritual food for those of us in our fifties and sixties.
Personally, I like Russian literature, Russian literature has a pathetic connotation, of course, this has something to do with their geographical latitude and historical character, whether it is Gorky's novels or the novels of Tolstoy in old Russia, they all have a lofty position in my heart.
In the minds of some boys, some of the works that reflect the Second World War period are even more exciting, especially those hard-fought wars, such as the Battle of Stalingrad and the Battle of Leningrad.
Every inch of land in the former factories, schools, residential areas, and even street gardens has changed hands several times, and all citizens have taken up guns to fight. This includes workers in steel mills, cooks who cook, and even childcare maids in kindergartens......
This revolutionary spirit is particularly inspiring to young people. My ex-husband, Comrade Chen, dreamed of being a heroic sniper when he was a child. Fight alone, carry a gun and stealth.
I remember that in '85, on the eve of my second brother's trip to fight the Vietnam War, before leaving, the family held a banquet for him, and at the wine table, my uncle and my father sang a song of the former Soviet Union Communist Youth League for this soldier who was about to go to the battlefield:
Listen, the battle horn sounds the alarm,
Put on military uniforms and take up arms, the Komsomol members gathered and embarked on the journey,
All of them are united in defending the country,
Goodbye dear mother, kiss your son goodbye,
Goodbye Mom, don't be sad, don't be sad, I wish us a safe journey!
The loud singing was very much in line with our aesthetics at that time, inspiring young people to go to the battlefield to serve the motherland.
And these are the kind of European and American literary pop songs of the 80s, which cannot be given to us. You can't expect to sing Madonna's songs. Send your kids to the battlefield!
In addition to these, of course. Another reason why a lot of people love stuffed bears is that we once had a common ideology! We had a very similar life experience.
There is a very famous Soviet film called "Office Story", which I like very much.
In the morning, to the accordion music of light and humor, a well-dressed female bureau chief walks out of the public car, followed by the narration of the male protagonist. This is the female director of the Bureau of Statistics, a new post. And the hero.,It's an ordinary little section chief.,But I want to mention the director.。 Because, I guess, probably, at least he thinks he is quite qualified.
The hero is a little old man with black glasses, widowed with two children, busy all day long, and he was short of money, but the first thing he did after arriving at the unit was to meet the fat aunt of the trade union. Whoever has a dead family member, anyway, in a large unit, the money of the trade union members has to be collected almost every three or five times!
Next on the stage are the female comrades, both young and old, all full of desire to talk, some complain that it is inconvenient to buy groceries recently, some say that my son has done well in the exam, and one proudly declares that I have won a place in the Black Sea Sanatorium vacation, everyone gets together and chatters, and then, tidying up the housekeeping, and then back, a long shot, in the endless office, the tables are one after another, the comrades are row after row, in the stack of documents and reports, the day of the statistical bureau begins again.
In fact, in the unit where I used to work, at least 30 years ago, there were many statistical reports in the format that were copied from the former Soviet Union, and the political economy we studied, and later Western economics, were also two crops in two fields.
The life shown in the former Soviet movies is very similar to our life in the 80s, the big factory with roaring machines, the production in the workshop is busy, the logistics are in order, the children are crying in the nursery, or Kangkang is eating, the parents are silently dedicated to their posts, there are both careful thinking and great care between everyone, there are both intrigues and intrigues, fighting for the position of the director, fighting for the head of the blood, and the spring warmth of the comrades at the critical moment!
Under socialism, the kind of competition between people is not the same as the competition under capitalism. Just like I was originally in the unit, if I want to get promoted, you see, a group of people stand up and make trouble with you, in fact, people are reasonable, why mention you, I think my qualifications are enough.
But when anyone encounters difficulties, it's like when I was 30 years old when I was seriously ill and had to face the fate of taking a long-term vacation, and several comrades, even comrades who had conflicts with me before, stood up and took the initiative to react with the leader, and let me be promoted, in their words, I hope that she will be treated better in the future, and she will not be able to go to work during this break, and the cost of medicine is still so high, who knows if imported drugs can be reported?
The person who said this once had a deep conflict with me, and this kid was not less scheming against me behind my back, and of course I was too. But in the end, he was able to fight for my rights and interests at the meeting, alas, this is comradely warmth!
In fact, the same is true in many large enterprises, although state-owned enterprises have all kinds of problems, but there is one thing that my wife and son, Pig Head, this large enterprise appreciates, that is, a strong sense of ownership!
And in the private enterprise, people like my brother who do business, how much money they make, and they also feel that they have nothing to do with the country's important weapons and what the Ten Five-Year Plan!
As long as he can be worthy of the board of directors, it is his work goal to let investors and himself make more money! Not to mention any struggle and dedication, this kind of high-standard words, to put it bluntly, are two words: make money!
The mood is different, and the momentum is different. In the movies of the former Soviet Union, there are no bosses, capitalists, Mrs. Kuo, and the high-ranking bloodline, everyone is a comrade, and the more critical the moment, the deeper the emotion between comrades!
Some time ago, I watched an old movie about the builders of nuclear facilities in the former Soviet Union.
If there is an accident to be repaired, everyone knows that if you rush into the red zone, you will be exposed to radiation, "but, comrades, the motherland is calling us!"
These are the words of the secretary. He stood on a high platform and said to the workers below with a loudspeaker: "I just went up with the factory director to see it, but it's nothing. Difficulties, there are certainly them, but we can overcome them. All kinds of groups should do a good job of protecting themselves, listen to commands, and observe discipline.
Next, the factory director and I will take the first group first, then the Communist Party member group, and then the Communist Youth League member group, and so on one group after another, until the task is completed!"
Looking at this kind of line is easy to make people's blood boil, and this kind of story will also happen to us, a colleague of mine, he used to be in the army, he worked in Xinjiang, and he was exposed to some special tasks in the desert, and he really encountered difficulties and obstacles, and it was also that sentence, Communist Party members rushed to the front.
That kind of selfless dedication is different from the migrant workers who later called themselves social animals who were forced to work 996,007, and it is different from those tired delivery riders who are trapped in the system. The heart is different, and the treatment is not the same!
In the eighties and nineties of the last century, in Beidaihe, in Qingdao, and in Guangzhou sanatoriums, there were full of industrial workers from the front line, who were all New Long March assaulters, 38 Red Banner bearers and model workers at all levels, which were really real masters.
This spirit of socialism, collectivism, and dedication was passed on to us by the big brother of the Soviet Union back then, so many people have a special affection for them.
In fact, I found that many young people of the new generation also love to watch films from the eighties and nineties of the last century, and they also miss the sincere and pure feelings between people.
Instead of being like some people now, when it comes to interpersonal relationships, it's a private word first. Even within the family, even between husband and wife, they are keen to engage in interest entanglements.
So that the concept of collectivity is divided smaller and smaller, and even a family has to fight for whether you have me or not, and two people have to have a scheming calculation!
I've seen a couple with an AA system, and it's really clear, and Jinghe doesn't commit it. I can't touch your money at all, and you don't want a piece of my money. Your mother is sick and asked me to borrow money, no. If I go to the hospital and want you to do me a favor, I have to negotiate the conditions first. Oh, I don't think this kind of family, no matter how big the house is, it won't be warm.
This indifferent bourgeois view of the world can be found in many British works. Look at Dickens's novel, the orphan of the fog, little Du Li, the calculation of a character there, all the flowers!
In that kind of relationship mixed with selfishness and indifference, hypocrisy and greed, I guess even those who win in the profit grabs will not feel happy from the bottom of their hearts!
Many ethical relationships between people under the guidance of Western ideology are very alienated.
For example, many people now emphasize that the elderly cannot fully dedicate themselves to their children and hold some money, otherwise no one will be able to help you when you are old.
On the other hand, it is said that husband and wife have to keep their hands behind, and if anyone falls in love with each other stupidly, they must suffer. The end of the love brain is to dig wild vegetables!
To be honest, don't look at my aunt, I've been married twice, I love both of my husbands, so they should be considered love brains. In a marriage, if there is no love, how can you live?
A little girl and I discussed that day:
She said what if you fall in love with a bad person, a person who is greedy and selfish, who calculates that you will harm you? I said that I myself am a person who is willing to dedicate himself and loves to learn from Lei Feng, how can I fall in love with a selfish person, this is not my kind! You let me be a 38 red flag bearer to love a gangster who has nothing to do, a profiteer who steals chickens, and an unfilial son who has no gratitude to his parents, we can't love it!
If you really get married to the kind of 'suitable marriage' that abandons feelings and is calculated by the balance of interests, you need to be extra careful when getting along, and you will be very tired!
For example, that day, when talking about my mobile phone, I said that my wife opened it up and looked at it, so we have no opinion. Many people were surprised. A female colleague of mine is adamantly against this, why? She has a small cofferet on her phone and doesn't want her husband to know!
Another colleague I know chats with several women on his mobile phone all day long, so he also looks at the mobile phone strictly, and the password is heavy, for fear that his wife will find out!
Shouldn't marriage be the smallest unit of communism? Shouldn't it be a way for two people to get along honestly and help each other in the same boat? If we can't do this, then I think I'm sorry for the sacred marriage system!
There are a lot of things that are boring to say. If a person puts his private words in the head, he will not have a good life, because whoever you are with may be involved in entanglements of interests, as long as there are entanglements, no matter how you divide them, you will feel that you will suffer. You can only stay alone, on an isolated island!
And if a society puts private words first, does not look at anything else, and only concentrates on making money, then the moral level of this society will plummet!
As one girl I know advertised herself: "I'm a person who is not defined, I don't care about other people's gossip, I just want to live my own life." ”
Sounds right, in fact, what is her life, is to be a junior, is to provide special services to old men to earn money, what kind of business is this, isn't this equivalent to selling?
What about etiquette, righteousness and shame, and what about ideology and morality?
As soon as there is no faith, these things will also be gone, as long as it is money, dignity and body, conscience and shame, everything can be clearly marked and packaged and sold. And the sale is very glorious and proud: "Look, I have the capital to sell, but you don't have it yet!"
It is true that our economic construction has been carried out now, but there has been a slippery slope in the area of spiritual civilization!
At the same time, the huge gap between the rich and the poor makes people's hearts empty, look at the mobile phone, and then look at life, many people sigh, how can this world be like this?
There are even more chilling public opinions that use money to measure personality, and they are so cold!
The person who said this did not pat his conscience, and his father did not struggle? Was his grandfather a lazy man? Those who had worked the land for generations were all people who had worked the land for generations!
In many current film and television works, the poor are portrayed as ignorant and greedy, and the interaction between the poor means superfluous and toxic. The love of the poor is worthless, and even some parents will be looked down upon by their children because they live in an ordinary world!
Say they're poisonous, stay away from them!
I don't like that.
So many times we miss the big family under public ownership, the kind of ideology that is willing to give, rather than ask for tricks. And this kind of ideology once appeared in another land, of course, for various reasons, it disappeared and melted again, and now it only exists in the memory of some people!
We don't have feelings for a specific group of people and a specific region, but shed tears for our common ideal goal and common struggle and pursuit!
There was an old Communist Party member of the former Soviet Union who once clutched a bottle of Erguo and said to me with tears in his eyes: "We have failed, comrades, you must hold on and work hard." I'm sure we'll win in the end, and Internachonel will make it happen!"
Speaking of this, everyone was full of passion, the wine glasses and bottles collided together, and everyone made a common voice, Ula!
To say more, there was a Frenchman and a German in the crowd who raised the second pot! These are all from the old revolutionary base areas! This has nothing to do with the country, but with the common ideal.
I told the old man all these things as they were, and although the old man did not agree with my words at all, he had to admit that there is a kind of fool like me in the world, a romantic fool!
The old man pushed his Montblanc glasses and said:
"You are easily excited, no wonder you have a bad heart, you always look at the world with an idealistic eye, you think about the problem too simply.
The old man picked up the elegant words and said to me as he shook the white wine in his hand.
As for me, I scooped up the cream baked fat dragon and smiled happily at him, I said, "I have lived so passionately all my life!"
The old man said that my mind was still stuck in the Young Pioneers, but later he also admitted that he said: "It's good that you are like this, you are young and energetic, you are a Young Pioneer forever!"
When I came out of the hotel, the old man walked with me who had eaten and had eaten. When the sun sets, I look at the white sails in the distance, and the begonias around me are like brocade! I sang aloud the song I sang when I was a child: Youth, the spring of the motherland.
"Our happy smiling faces are brighter than the spring flowers......"
My smiling face today is indeed very bright today, because the four-digit bill makes the old man frown a little!
It is estimated that the old man will definitely complain more about the woolly bear when he returns home. Because two years ago, he made a big bet in front of me, he said that the woolly bear can't beat the Nordics at all, and the war will definitely end within a week, of course, it will soon be changed to a month, or even a year, hehe, I let him for two years!
However, our bet will eventually come to an end, this old gentleman in Kochi is indeed a bit gentlemanly, willing to lose the bet, he invited me to a seafood feast.
Ulla!
