Chapter 3 Blue sky and white clouds, a girl reading poetry
This.
Dongmei’s name is Zhang Dongmei, and she is Fang Mingli’s high school classmate. The two have a very good relationship and live close to each other. They often visit each other. Drop by at home. After graduation, Zhang Dongmei was admitted to a high school and technical secondary school, which was pretty good.
It turns out that Fang Minghua likes his good sister a little bit!
But that’s not me
Besides, this Zhang Dongmei is not as beautiful as her sister. I really don’t know what the original one is looking for.
"Ahem." Fang Minghua pretended to cough twice: "You go ahead, I want to read a book."
"Brother, I noticed that you love reading recently."
"Didn't you just say that you wanted to make up for the lost time?" Fang Minghua said, turned around and walked out of the room to his room.
The Fang family originally had only two rooms in Tongzilou, one for his parents and one for the two sisters. Later, after Fang Minghua, an educated youth, returned to the city, his father asked the leader to find a way to get one, but in the end Next door to Dongtou is the toilet, which smells a bit unpleasant in summer.
Fang Minghua returned to his room, immediately shirtless and wearing a pair of large underpants, lying alone on the bed in his room reading a book.
My younger sister goes to watch a movie, and my parents go for a walk. My mother usually sits in the courtyard of the family home and chats with the neighbors, while my father goes to the street and watches a group of people playing chess under the street lights.
It’s not that he wants to make up for lost time, but it’s just that there’s no point in going out.
Xijing in the 1980s was far less prosperous than later generations. There were no cafes, Internet cafes, or luxury stores. Climbing the ancient city wall once was enough. The water in the moat next to it was still smelly. There was no such thing as the Sleepless City of the Tang Dynasty, and the Big Wild Goose Pagoda was still alone. Standing in the middle of the field dam.
The initial novelty of shopping for a few days is no longer interesting. More importantly, it is too troublesome to squeeze into the bus.
Might as well read a book.
Traveling to a magazine club, the only benefit is that there are free magazines to read in the club. Anyway, they are published by themselves, and there are also magazines from other publishers, such as "Contemporary", the poetry magazine "Stars", etc. .
There is also a library in the magazine, which contains many Chinese and foreign classics, but it requires a library card, which naturally does not have someone like Fang Minghua.
Today he was reading the latest issue of "Yanhe" magazine, which published an essay by Lu Yao: "Liu Qing in Critical Illness", which mainly commemorated the writer Liu Qing who died recently. .
Sincere love.
At ten o'clock in the evening, he washed up and went to bed. When he woke up, it was already broad daylight and no one at home was there. Fang Minghua took a cold steamed bun and left the family courtyard. He walked around the nearby People's Park. The busiest thing inside was the newly opened park. There were many boys and girls in the roller skating rink not far away.
Fang Minghua stopped and looked at it for a while.
Before I was reborn, I played it when I was in college. My skill level was not high and I was not very interested. I walked around for a long time and came home. It was already lunch time. My mother had already prepared the meal. Between the two of them, the younger sister went to school, and the father usually went out early and came back late when fishing.
This time it was steamed buns, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a bowl of fish soup.
Both Fang Changhe and his wife have retirement wages. Their son Fang Minghua now also gets 20 yuan a month. His daughter does not have to pay tuition for college and there is a subsidy. Basically, she spends no money, so her family is much better off than in previous years. .
Zhang Fenglan is very satisfied with the life in front of her.
Of course, there are also some dissatisfactions. For example, the living conditions in the Tongzi Building are too poor and are far less good than the suites in the red brick building in front.
But that’s where the magazine leaders and editors’ families live, so naturally it’s not their turn.
"Xiaohua, after you eat, go to your sister's school." Mom said suddenly.
“What?”
"I went to the food store on Tanshi Street this morning and bought a box of peach cakes. Your sister likes this, so you can give it to me."
I like it too.
No way, since After the younger sister was admitted to college, her status in the family skyrocketed.
"Okay, I'll go now." Fang Minghua drank the last mouthful of fish soup, wiped his mouth, and stood up.
“No stealing!” my mother warned.
I @#￥%……%
Fang Minghua’s heart was once again hit hard by his mother.
Putting the paper-wrapped peach cakes with the label "Xijing City Food Factory No. 1" carefully in his yellow satchel, Fang Minghua went downstairs and left the family courtyard, preparing to board the No. 103 trolleybus.
A large group of people waiting for the bus had gathered at the bus stop. They saw the blue trolley bus coming slowly from behind. When the door opened, Fang Minghua relied on his youth and strength to protect his bag. , Mao Zujin rushed forward without hesitation, regardless of the yelling and cursing behind him.
Quality?
That's for later.
Fang Minghua remembers that he had just crossed over, and he lined up properly to get on the train. He waited for three trams to pass by, but he just didn’t get on! From then on he learned to behave.
The tram drove southward along Jianguo Road. Fang Minghua stood on the crowded car and quietly looked at the scenery outside.
The streets are full of bicycles, trams are wrapped in a sea of bicycles, and there are also oxcarts walking leisurely.
On both sides of the street are wooden buildings from the Republic of China period, and the facades are all kinds of department stores and small shops selling clothes.
The most fashionable jeans and bell-bottom pants of this era have appeared. In a very fashionable barber shop on the side of the street, a crisp song came from the recorder:
Happy The flowers are blooming in the heart
The song of love is blowing in the wind
Our hearts are flying far away
Looking forward to that beautiful revolutionary ideal
My dear people, let’s move forward hand in hand
Our lives are full of sunshine, full of sunshine
Under the autumn sunshine, give this thousand-year-old city It brings the flavor of the times.
The tram left Jianguomen and headed west along the ancient city wall to a place called Bianjia Village. Fang Minghua got off the bus and entered the gate of Western University.
The school is very lively. Students can be seen everywhere on the roadside stone benches and lawns sitting on the ground and reading books seriously.
Besides there is a group of students who look like students in a circle. In the middle is a short-haired man wearing a white shirt and a blue suspender skirt. The girl, with her hair slightly flying in the wind, is reciting a poem loudly:
If I love you -
I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky,
I will lend you Gao Zhi shows off himself;
If I love you——
Never imitate the infatuated bird,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade of green;
"To the Oak Tree" by Shu Ting.
Blue sky, white clouds, and a girl reading poetry. Fang Minghua thought this picture was beautiful, so he stopped and looked at it for a while.
After the girl finished reciting, there was warm applause from the surroundings.
At this moment, Fang Minghua suddenly saw several boys walking towards them, chatting and laughing. One of them, a boy with pimples on his face, looked familiar.
Isn’t this Liu Jianjun, a engineering college student who insisted on breaking into the magazine to meet the editor-in-chief yesterday?
Why did you appear on the campus of Western University?
Obviously, they still know each other.
"Classmate Li Li, just now you recited Shu Ting's "To the Oak" with a full voice and sincere feelings. It was very good." Liu Jianjun said.
The girl was very modest and pursed her lips with a smile: "Thank you, I just recited you and you also wrote poems yourself. Have you written new poems recently?"
Before Liu Jianjun spoke, he was a little taller next to him. Short boys talk quickly.
“He has written it and is preparing to submit it to Yanhe magazine.”
“Really? Then read it aloud for us to enjoy.”
Liu Jianjun hesitated a little, which reminded him of the embarrassing situation at the door of the magazine yesterday afternoon.
Of course he didn't say anything about this embarrassing thing when he went back. Now that he saw the girl's longing eyes, he took the manuscript out of his pocket after thinking about it.
Although it is not as good as the one written by the doorman, it is better than what most of the people present wrote.
Clearing his throat, he read loudly:
"Farewell to Love":
Before I could say goodbye
The train was already driving away
Suddenly, it got stuck.
He stared straight ahead to the left, as if he saw a ghost in broad daylight.
(End of this chapter)