Chapter 163 A poem for two bowls of noodles
Yenjing University is not far from the University of Political Science and Law. It only takes more than 20 minutes by bus. Fang Minghua and Li Li rushed to the University of Political Science and Law and entered the school to find philosophy. Teaching and Research Department, but the people in the office told him that Cha Haisheng did not come today.
"Haisheng doesn't come when there are no classes. You can go to his dormitory and have a look."
The two rushed to the faculty dormitory building in the northwest corner and went up When we arrived at Haizi's dormitory on the third floor, the windows and doors were also closed.
Nobody.
Fang Minghua was a little disappointed.
I haven’t seen the most important person.
Seeing Fang Minghua's disappointed face, Li Liren, who had been following him silently, said, "Why don't you come back tomorrow? If you are busy, you can write a letter and I will bring it to him, or ask Xi Chuan to give it to him. Okay.”
That’s all.
Fang Minghua nodded.
"That time."
At this time, Haizi was happily shopping outside with a round-faced girl.
This round-faced girl is called Wang Bowan, and she is his student.
Haizi serves as an "aesthetics course" teacher at the University of Political Science and Law. Poets' thoughts are always wild and unconstrained, and they often talk about poetry without aesthetics, from foreign Natsume Soseki, Hemingway, Tagore to domestic Lu Xun, Xu Zhimo, Lin Huiyin, etc. wait.
Wang Bowan fell in love with him.
Although Haizi is her teacher, Haizi is not old, only 21 years old this year.
The love between two young people came suddenly. As soon as the two interesting souls collided, the spark of love was sparked.
Every corner of the campus and the apple trees in the orchard on the back hill are good places for them to "talk about love".
Wang Bowan had no class today, so the two of them met to visit Wangfujing. Of course, Haizi would buy some things for his beloved girl, although his salary was not high.
Not far ahead is the south gate of the University of Political Science and Law. Wang Bowan suddenly said: "Teacher, let's eat outside."
Haizi understood what the girl meant. Although the two were lovers, after all, one was a teacher and the other was a student. How could they have the nerve to eat in the cafeteria together in public?
He looked at the surrounding restaurants, pointed to a noodle shop across the street and said: "The fried noodles at Lao Ma's Noodle House across the street are delicious. I have eaten here once. Let's go eat mixed noodles. Right?”
“Okay.”
The two happily entered the noodle shop together.
Maybe it was not time for dinner, and there were no customers inside. After a while, the boss brought two steaming bowls of miscellaneous sauce noodles, and the two of them started eating.
"How does it taste?" Haizi asked while eating.
“It’s delicious, much better than the one in our school cafeteria.”
After eating, Haizi took the girl’s handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and shouted to the boss: “Comrade "How much is it?"
The noodle shop owner is a man in his forties, speaking in an authentic Beijing style: "Two bowls of noodles cost three cents in total, and the food stamps are five taels nationwide, and the Yanjing food stamps are Six taels, are you giving it to Yanjing or to the whole country?”
“To Yanjing”
Haizi answered casually, touched in his jacket pocket, and suddenly had an embarrassed expression on his face.
I went shopping with my girlfriend today and ran out of money.
“Boss, I didn’t bring enough money.” Haizi took out a crumpled dime note from his pocket.
"That's not possible. We don't accept credit here." The boss's tone immediately changed: "Comrade, are you here to eat the Overlord meal?"
"Hai I'll pay for it." Wang Bowan quickly took out the money from his pocket, but was stopped by Haizi.
"I took you out to play today, and I paid for it."
"Oh, comrade, that's quite a man. Where's the money?" the boss laughed.
“I have no money.” Haizi looked at him: “But I can use the poems I wrote in exchange for money.”
“Are you a poet?”
Haizi Diandian head.
The boss's eyes changed immediately.
Haizi paused and said softly in his Mandarin with a southern accent:
Go to the south
Go to the south
You There is no lover or spring in my blood
No moon
Not even enough bread
Fewer friends
Just a bunch of miserable children, devouring everything the thin brother Van Gogh, Van Gogh
Erupting powerfully from the ground
as reckless as a volcano
are fir trees and wheat fields
One of Haizi's masterpieces: "The Sun of Al"
Wang Bowan looked at him with admiration.
The noodle shop owner also looked at the thin young man in front of him, and his original expression of disdain turned into respect. .
When Haizi finished reading, the noodle shop owner said: "Comrade, I am not educated enough to understand. But since you are a poet, I will not charge you for this, and you can take the poem as well."
"That won't work. I said I would give poems in exchange for face money." Haizi was very stubborn. He took out the pen inserted in his jacket pocket, asked the boss for a piece of crumpled paper, and started writing. stand up. I finished it quickly and handed it over to my boss.
The boss folded the paper carefully and put it in his pocket. He doesn't understand, but can his son who is in high school understand it?
“Wait a minute, boss, give me the poem.” The young man suddenly remembered something.
The boss thought he wanted to modify a certain word, so he hurriedly handed the poem manuscript to the young man again.
“Since I changed the money, this poem does not belong to me.” The young man crossed out the last signature several times:
Haizi.
The two walked out of the noodle shop. Wang Bowan said: "Teacher, I really can't bear to give such a good poem to the noodle shop master."
"It doesn't matter, I will write another poem later. Just give it to you.”
At this time, Fang Minghua and Li Li had also left the south gate. Li Li was going back to Yanda, and Fang Minghua was also preparing to return to the General Political Courtyard.
"Li Li, I'll trouble you for a long time today, how about I treat you to a meal?" Fang Minghua said suddenly.
Li Li glanced at him.
“Okay.”
“What do you want to eat?”
"Whatever. How about some mixed noodles?" Li Li pointed at the noodle shop opposite and said.
"That's okay. Yanjing's noodles with soybean paste are one of the best and are delicious."
The two of them walked towards the noodle shop. Fang Minghua suddenly saw a pair of young men across the street. , talking and laughing like a pair of lovers, the man is very thin, he is turning his head to say something to the girl, his face cannot be seen clearly.
After entering the noodle shop, Fang Minghua asked for two bowls of fried noodles.
"Fang Minghua, I can't finish a big bowl, I want a small bowl." The girl whispered to him.
Oh.
He remembered that the two of them had dinner together in the past two years, and they had to allocate half of the dumplings and steamed buns to him.
Fortunately, this noodle shop sells small bowls of noodles, so the two of them ordered one large and one small. It was ready in a short time and they started eating.
It tastes really good.
Minced ginger, minced garlic, chopped green onion, soybean paste; the sweet noodle sauce is very rich.
Fang Minghua was eating when he suddenly found the noodle shop owner holding a piece of paper in his hand and mumbling something.
Seeing Fang Minghua paying attention to him, the boss smiled and said, "Comrade, are you college students?"
"She is, I am not." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Girl, you are a college student, how about this poem?" The boss immediately handed the crumpled paper to Li Li.
Li Li took it and looked at it, looking a little surprised: "Did you write it?"
"No, no, I'm a rough guy, how can I write poetry?" The boss was a little embarrassed.
"It was written by a male customer just now. He didn't have enough money, so he used this as face money. He is about the same age as you, and he also has a girl with him."
Li Li listened. He smiled and said, "I think it's pretty good, but let him read it. He's the editor-in-chief of the magazine." After saying that, he handed it to Fang Minghua opposite.
He is the editor-in-chief of the magazine? !
The boss was surprised when he heard this.
He is actually the editor-in-chief at such a young age. It is true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance and the sea cannot be measured.
But how can you be the editor-in-chief if you are not a college student?
Fang Minghua didn't notice the boss's expression. He took the poem and looked at it for a few times and was shocked.
"Al's Sun"!
It turns out to be Haizi’s representative work!
(End of this chapter)