Text/Nanzhuang Hermit
Synopsis:
Zhai Wei, a young editor of a magazine, whose ancestral home is in a small mountain village in Shandong, is the grandfather of his grandfather, who fled to the Great Northern Wilderness and became a member of the Guandong clan. My girlfriend Jia Qiao's hometown has always been in the Northeast, growing up on the border between the two countries, drinking water from Xinghai Lake and eating corn and sorghum, both of whom are college students. He studied literature, she studied science, began to work as an accountant in a private company, and later left to become an online anchor, although he is not an Internet celebrity, but he also has a lot of fans, and his monthly income is more than that of his boyfriend. Both of them are in their thirties, long past the legal age of marriage, but the hateful house has caused trouble......
(This work is fictional, and any similarities are purely coincidental.) ）
Three
In the early morning of April, the air is exceptionally fresh, and the green leaves wash away the dust from the lungs for passers-by, and the bewitching flowers squeeze out the clutter in the eyes of passers-by. Everything looks fresh and natural.
Zhai Wei arrived in the lobby on the first floor of the Lianggang Building on time before 8 o'clock, waiting for the editorial office to take the elevator to the twelfth floor. "Director Feng is early!" In front of the elevator, he met the director and hurriedly greeted him.
"Okay! It's Xiao Wei!" didn't raise his head, but made a perfunctory sound and got on the elevator.
Zhai Wei also got on the elevator and glanced at the director next to him with the rest of his eyes, the pair of glasses on the bridge of his high nose set off the director's face like a giant panda, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to make a sound, so he had to laugh in his stomach. He has always had a keen eye, and he couldn't figure out what the director had been thinking about these days, whether he had a prejudice against me or something else.....
"Brother Zhai, you are so blessed!" As soon as Zhai Wei entered the door, they all teased him naughtily.
"Annoying, I can't bother there, what blessing can I have. That can be like you, the whole sunshine is your own, and you must remember the words of a poet: no one can monopolize the sunshine. "Zhai Wei turned defense into offense.
"Don't you see the hot coffee on the desk? ”
Only then did Zhai Wei find that the coffee on the table exuded a strong aroma. He looked at the slender and handsome back under the partition in the front row, and a ripple of apology appeared in his heart, it must be her......
The door in the hall opened, and Director Feng opened the throat switch, so that everyone could hear what he said as clearly as possible: "Let's get straight to the point, in October this year, the country will hold a literary award competition again, and I sincerely ask the editors to select good works, impress the judges, impress the readers, and win the Nobel Prize in Literature." Haha, that's hopeless, but it's still okay to compete for any award, and it will also make the editorial department beautiful. Okay, without wasting your precious time, let's get to work. He turned back to the room, and no one knew what he was doing.
Zhai Wei was about to sit down and start the microcomputer, but it was intertwined with her vision, radiating a kind of microwave remote sensing that can be known to men and women, and he smiled slightly, which was regarded as a reward for that cup of coffee. Her name is Donna, she is two years younger than him, and she also studied Chinese language and literature. He knew that Donna had always had a crush on him, but he already had a girlfriend, so how could he accept the love of another woman.
The microcomputer was started, and the operating procedure was carried out, and he opened the page of "Return to the Roots" with the mouse, and read through it intently:
At dawn the day after Schott left, the People's Liberation Army launched a general attack, and tens of thousands of shells dyed the sky gold, and the plane was devastated, and soon the entire city of Fodao was liberated. "The sky in the liberated areas is a clear day, the people in the liberated areas like it so much, the people's army loves the people, and the kindness of the Communist Party is endless......
"Who?"
"Military Control Commission!"
Wang Bao quickly opened the door, and two young soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms and badges of the "Chinese People's Liberation Army" walked in.
"Comrades of the People's Liberation Army, please come in, I will make you tea. ”
"No need, your master is at home, right?"
"The man is not here, but the hostess is at home. If there's something, I'll call it. ”
"You told her that, in accordance with the regulations of the Military Control Commission, all private property of the Kuomintang family members will be frozen from now on and will be owned by the people. Move out within 10 days. After that, all the residences in the courtyard except for the west wing and Wang Bao's residence were sealed.
"Brother Zhai, what are you looking at?" asked everyone at the table in a low voice.
"I didn't look at anything, I searched the page for some information. Zhai Wei doesn't want everyone to know that he has a work in hand, because he hasn't finished reading it, what is its content and how readable is it? It's still a mystery, and he will uncover the mystery when he has a conclusion.
Du Du quietly dragged the chair next to Zhai Wei and whispered to his ear: "Don't you want to buy a house and get married?" ”
Zhai Wei was so engrossed that he didn't want to pay attention to it, but for the sake of face, he asked casually: "Where is it and how much is the price?"
"In the west of the city, within the middle ring road, it is not too partial, and it is a high-rise quasi-existing house. The average price to the outside world is more than 10,000 yuan, and you can reduce it by 300 yuan if you find a relationship. I just booked an 80 square meter house yesterday and it was very good. It is the down payment given by the family, and the rest of the house payment is mortgaged, and the loan is borrowed for 30 years, and the loan is repaid more than 2,000 yuan per month. ”
"It's still too expensive, I can't afford it, wait, I don't want to be a house slave. ”
"Wait, one price a year, two years ago, the house price in Central was only more than 6,000 yuan, and now, most of the real estate is above 9,000 yuan, and high-end real estate has entered the threshold of 17,000 yuan. ”
"Oh!" Zhai Wei didn't want to talk about the house anymore, the house annoyed him and frustrated him.
"I really want to be a neighbor with you, and I'll take you to see it when I have time. They didn't see Zhai Wei's impatience, and they couldn't stop chattering.
"I'm begging you to stop talking, okay?"
They all muttered: "Tu Lao Mao, in his thirties, no wonder he can't marry his daughter-in-law." ”
"Say what you say, say it again. ”
"Just say it, old man. ”
Zhai Wei was so angry by these words that he blushed and his neck was thick, and he returned the word with words: "Gentleman." ”
"Say it again, be careful that I incite you. ”
"You dare!"
The two people were in a hurry, and the quarrel became louder and louder, affecting everyone. Donna hurriedly relieved the siege: "You two don't say a word, you can't lose your personality." Then he pulled them back into their seats.
The fighting on a small scale was extinguished. Zhai Wei restrained the burst of his fiery temper and returned to the page of "Back to the Roots......
In order to ease the tension with Jia Qiao a few days ago, Zhai Wei left the editorial office immediately after work, rode a battery car and rushed to the low house rented by Jia Qiao, at this time, the sunset had faded out of people's field of vision.
There was music in Jia Qiao's room, which should be a live broadcast. Zhai Wei walked into the rental house and saw that she was putting on makeup to prepare for the live broadcast. Jia Qiao stared at the mirror in front of her with her eyes, and asked lightly: "Weiwei, why are you here?"
"It's your birthday, and this is a birthday cake bought for you. Zhai Wei told a big lie. Then he began to offer courtesy: "Happy birthday!"
Jia Qiao knew that today was not her birthday, but she didn't want to expose him, so she moved her eyes from the mirror to Zhai Wei's body, and opened her cherry mouth: "My dear, if you don't say it, I will forget my birthday." Don't mind what happened in the café that day, I just can't control my mouth, in fact, I don't mean anything else, I've been together for a long time, how can there be times when the upper teeth don't touch the lower teeth. ”
Zhai Wei was very surprised, and felt that Jia Qiao's attitude towards him had changed too quickly. Since she said so, Zhai Wei hurriedly took over the conversation: "Jiajia, it's all my fault, I made you angry." ”
The two reconciled as before. Zhai Wei has always been very concerned about Jia Qiao's lips, and people say: eyes are the window of the soul. However, he thinks that this statement is too general and old-fashioned, and for men, the eyes are the window to the soul and can still be said to be in the past. And for women, it is more appropriate to use the lips as the window of the soul. Ever since she met Jia Qiao in college, her anger and sorrow have always been expressed through her lips. The corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, which is from the bottom of her heart, the corners of her mouth are pulled and spasmed, that is brewing tears, the pouting is sulking, the lips are tightly pursed or bitten, that is the anger that explodes at any time in luck, and the secret licking of her lips shows that she has thoughts about herself. Therefore, Zhai Wei always observes her cherry mouth attentively......
Zhai Wei learned from the library that the small mouth is the basic feature of human lactation, which originally symbolized weakness and slenderness, and made people sympathize and love emotions from weakness and slenderness. Chinese often use "cherry mouth" to describe female beauty, which is roughly related to this emotional association, not to mention that "cuteness" is also one of the elements of female beauty. In this way, the cherry mouth is a symbol of beauty. However, each man likes which kind of lips he likes, and it also varies according to his preferences, some admire Sophia Loren's mouth, and some admire Audrey Hepburn's wide mouth, but Zhai Wei can't admit that he likes to pick a small mouth with a good buckwheat. It was this little mouth that conquered her, her mouth like a perfect melody for playing an instrument, every word precise and powerful, like a beautiful symphony.
Zhai Wei opened a bottle of Coke and was about to hand it to his girlfriend, Jia Qiao suddenly reached out and grabbed the bottle of Coke and drank it.
"I'll cut a cake for you!"
"I won't eat it first, I'll eat it after the live broadcast!" Jia Qiao opened the watermelon video and started the live broadcast: "I am Xinghai Lake Jiajia, please stretch out your rich little hand and pay attention to the like, pay attention to the anchor and don't get lost, the anchor will take you to live in a villa!" Speaking of this, she felt a pain in her heart, and felt that she had said something against her will, she didn't even have a nest, and she had to take others to live in a villa.
Jia Qiao experienced a career setback a year ago, and wanted to find a money-making business, at this time, the anchor industry was like a rising star, and she seized the opportunity to start live broadcasting. But there has been no improvement for several days, and few people will go to see an unfamous anchor, in order to attract fans and increase the number of viewers, she uses her not stupid brain to desperately think about it, strive for more fans, and pay more attention.
"Family, you like 30,000 people, and I will sing a hometown song for you. Jia Qiao shouted desperately on the screen. Zhai Wei on the side sweated for her. He handed the Coke cup to Jia Qiao, and Jia Qiao showed an expression that he wanted to control but couldn't control: "Are you annoying, don't you see that I'm pulling popularity?"
Zhai Wei thought to himself, and his kindness was like a donkey's liver and lungs, and he got up and left, standing in front of the old window, staring at the light outside the window.
"Awesome, awesome. Thanks to the sports car and sunglasses sent by my family, I will sing an Ussuri boat song for everyone, I hope my family likes it!"
Jia Qiao cleared her throat and opened her thrush-like singing voice:
The Ussuri River has come and gone
The blue river makes waves
The Hezhe cast a thousand nets
The boat is full of fish and fish
Ahranhena Heninare
Hena Nehnina
……
Her singing voice was like a gentle breeze, blowing through the hearts of every listener. The notes danced in her throat like elves dancing in the early morning flowers.
When Zhai Wei heard her singing, he moved his eyes from the outdoors to the indoors, as if he saw the smart light in her eyes on the university stage again. It was this watery gaze that attracted his attention. Since then, she has become a big fan of hers, and she is like a blooming flower, always opening in her heart.
Zhai Wei couldn't help but applaud, and Jia Qiao glared at him: "Annoying, annoying." "Continue to communicate with fans, she now has a million followers, and her goal is to reach 10 million.
Next, Zhai Wei found lines of handwriting scrolling on the screen, both positive and negative. Suddenly, a line appeared on the screen, "Lip-syncing, lip-syncing." Zhai Wei was so angry that he really wanted to rush into the screen and tear his mouth. And Jia Qiao was calm from beginning to end, and said to Zhai Wei: "Don't pay attention, there are inevitably some black fans among the fans, who specialize in saying cool things, just ignore it." ”
(To be continued)
A recent photograph of a hermit in Nanzhuang
Personal profile: Liu Base (net name: Nanzhuang Hermit), male, from Sanhe, Hebei, now lives in Jinan, Shandong, graduated from the Chinese Department of Qufu Normal University. He went to the countryside, served as a soldier, went to a military school, went through business, and worked in politics, and is now retired. Since childhood, I have liked literature, and have written blackboard newspapers, edited serial newspapers, and submitted manuscripts. He has been a citizen journalist in Jinan, a writer-in-residence, a member of the Shandong Prose Literature Association, and a member of the Jinan Writers Association in Shandong. In the past 30 years, thousands of manuscripts have been adopted by national, provincial and municipal newspapers and magazines and various literary networks, and dozens of articles have won different awards.