dhibooks Chapter 5 Poor talkers can also think about relationship definitions
Chapter 5 Poor talkers can also think about relationship definitions
In such a small place like Yuncheng, there are more than a dozen coal mines scattered in the outer suburbs, some of which are public and some are private. Along with the steel mills, some sparks of money sprang out in the 80s and [-]s, and some outsiders heard about them. However, after they were cheated, they disappeared in the mine. The coal mine owner kept them in a big shed near the coal mine with a bond of sale, and no one could escape.There are so many private coal mines here, wave after wave of unidentified outsiders, carrying woven bags and dropping off at the train station, just rushing to the next destination.
When Zhang Chen and Cheng Sheng passed through these sallow-faced migrant workers, Cheng Sheng was lying on Zhang Chen's back, asking him on the bumpy motorcycle: "Did you see that I smashed the radiator?"
It was windy at night, and Zhang Chen could only vaguely hear a few words, and he struggled to connect them together to form the meaning of Cheng Sheng. He let out an "um" in the wind, and said, "It's too obvious."
If animals want to get close to each other, they will always try twice and then slowly approach each other. The first step of closeness is not completed until the body is in contact. Now that Cheng Sheng is leaning on Zhang Chen's back, he should feel that this is close, even The two of them have only met twice, and they are not even considered friends.
So facing this kind of light, even without the slightest accusation, Cheng Sheng didn't feel ashamed of himself at all. Instead, he laughed on his back, and boldly asked him again: "Do you know why I smashed the radiator?" film?"
"do not know."
"Because I'm sick, I want you to earn some extra money."
After finishing speaking, Cheng Sheng laughed out loud, bouncing up and down against Zhang Chen's back, as if he had said something funny.He laughed enough, and said: "This is what my father scolded me, and I thought so after scolding a lot."
Zhang Chen was listening in front, the motorcycle head turned into an alley, this is a shortcut with no people, just now the hustle and bustle of people and the wind were completely blocked out, the place where the two people were touching was slightly hot, just now there was no sound in the wind So obvious, but now it's all popping up.
Cheng Sheng leaned against his back and said, "I think he's right to scold, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. Do you know? I have an uncle who wrote some books when he was young, but because of several Pozi was criticized, and his students broke into the house and beat him. He was a good student since he was a child. He was the kind of person who had never fought. He was beaten with blood all over his face and went to the hospital. It said that he wrote reactionary publications. He had four eyes, but he had two eyes at that time, because his glasses were smashed, and he looked like a half-blind man. Do you think he is sick or not? In my dad’s eyes His kind of honest person is sick, and my scourge is also sick. Who is sick? I still think he is sick. According to my opinion, everyone is sick in the eyes of others, so why not be more comfortable and try to make yourself happy Just do it, and it's best to mess everything up."
But ruin is also about grades, for example, I have nothing to ruin, Zhang Chen thought so, and slowed down his motorcycle, because to be honest, he was a little fascinated by this passage, and it was much more difficult to say: "Then what happened to him later?" ?”
"It's all right after that. In the [-]s, I went to Peking University to teach history. What do you think history can teach? Isn't history just a little girl who can be dressed up?"
The motorcycle slowed down, and the wind also became weaker. Fortunately, these words were not swept into the wind, and fell into Zhang Chen's ears verbatim.
"It's good to study history."
"Ok?"
Zhang Chen's voice was always quiet, and Cheng Sheng couldn't hear clearly, so he put his head on Zhang Chen's shoulder naturally, put his whole body against his back, and asked again: "What did you say is good?"
"It's good to learn history, and it's good to learn anything."
Cheng Sheng heard clearly this time, but he still didn't move his head away. He rubbed his chin on Zhang Chen's shoulder several times, and the faint smell of washing powder on the clothes slowly rose up and was inhaled by Cheng Sheng into his lungs.He was a little obsessed with this smell and the tactile sensation of his chin rubbing against the fabric back and forth. He continued to rub a few times thinking that his movements were concealed, and said to the person in front of him: "Why are you so casual? Someone who came here told you that the future is the electronic age. Learn about computers and finance."
Zhang Chen said "hmm". Both computer and finance are too far away for him. He doesn't know what he can do with these majors. If he has the right to choose, he hopes to study literature or film most. I know the names of these majors in the university, but I just know that if I learn these, there will probably be endless books and movies every day, in which he can go to any place in the world, the equator and the North Pole, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, without coal ash and steel slag, There will never be a happier thing in the world than not earning money through craftsmanship.
The sun was about to set, and the two of them were speeding on the bridge of afterglow, and a green leather train happened to pass underneath, with a sharp whistle and a loud rumble along with the railroad tracks.Cheng Sheng looked at the train and suddenly asked, "Have you ever been on a train?"
The sound of the train passing by was too loud, and Cheng Sheng's words were swallowed into the rails. He didn't know what to do, leaned forward slightly, put his lips on Zhang Chen's ear, and asked again: "Have you ever been on a train?"
The person in front shook his head slightly.
Cheng Sheng still put his lips on the skin of his earlobe, and said: "I think the sound of the train just starting to depart is very similar to the heartbeat of a person. You should remember to pay attention to it in the future. Maybe it will match the heartbeat." I said Really, I've closed it a few times."
It's a pity that Zhang Chen has never been out of Yuncheng, and he has no chance to verify whether what Cheng Sheng said is true or not. He doesn't even know if he will have a chance in the future, and he can't do anything except respond with a "hmm".
After crossing the bridge, they soon arrived at the building materials market. It was a street full of stainless steel. Looking in from the street, it was shining silver, like a Milky Way running through the black sea, but it was only after entering that they realized that there was no Milky Way. It was clearly broken copper. A river of rotten iron.
Zhang Chen carried Cheng Sheng, and quickly found a familiar shop from home. There was a small front door, a few big black letters on the square signboard, and a few red letters on the glass door. The words stainless steel, repair, and parts were red and red. .
When they got out of the car, Zhang Chen locked the motorcycle under a dark green tree at the door, and pulled the lock twice like he locked the door of Grandma Li's house that night. After seeing that there was no problem, he went into the building materials store with Cheng Sheng.
The boss's family was sitting idly inside. The boss stood up when he saw Zhang Chen through the glass, lifted the plastic curtain, and greeted him warmly: "Chen Chen is here?"
The boss's daughter also came out, holding a half-finished summer homework book in her hand, and shyly shouted: "Brother is here."
Cheng Sheng on the side glanced at her sharply. He was in his teens and looked like a junior high school student. His eyes flicked between the boss's daughter and Zhang Chen, and he couldn't help a small laugh.
Zhang Chen didn't feel anything, or maybe he felt everything, but he was not used to dealing with these subtle human emotions, so he still looked like he usually did, just said "um" twice and then skillfully touched the shop. Look at this one and look at that one, and turn around from time to time to ask Cheng Sheng next to him, is this okay? This one is made of cast iron or steel, which one do you want?
Cheng Sheng didn't understand this, so he said, "Go ahead and buy the most expensive and best one. The money grandma gave me is not enough. I still have it in my pocket. I brought several thousand with me when I left Beijing."
Zhang Chen didn't reply again. He was a little too sensitive to words like money, so he just touched a lacquered radiator and said to the boss, "Two pieces of this."
After speaking, he turned back and reported to Cheng Sheng: "The copper-aluminum composite sheet has a long life and is not easy to break."
Cheng Sheng looked at the unfamiliar equipment parts in the store, and nodded casually. To be honest, he didn't understand anything, so he could only say, "I'll listen to you, I don't understand these things."
The boss here gave an enthusiastic "Hey", turned around and went to the back warehouse to get two brand-new ones. He pulled out two ropes from under the checkout wooden table, and while tying them round and round, he naturally talked with Zhang. Shen chatted.
Cheng Sheng watched Zhang Chen skillfully chatting with his boss about trivial matters, trivial matters that had nothing to do with him but were closely related to his life.In this casual conversation, he learned how much cabbage and tomatoes cost per catty in the vegetable market, how much a family’s monthly utility bills are, how many people died in the mine a few days ago, and the family members went to the coal boss’s house to ask for an explanation instead. He was beaten badly by someone hired by the boss and was admitted to the hospital.
Finally, Zhang Chen took out a few ten-yuan bills, paid for the radiator, and asked the boss calmly how much he could sell his motorcycle for second-hand.
Standing by the side, Cheng Sheng listened intently to these trivial matters, which were so trivial that he suddenly realized that he never knew how much cabbage and tomatoes cost per catty, let alone where to pay the utility bills, and even the things in the news To him, the dead are just a cold number.
Those indescribable feelings on the road just now suddenly turned into a feeling of incompatibility at this moment. There is also a trace of imperceptible humiliation in this feeling of dissatisfaction, because the trivial things he dismisses are actually the faults of most people. life theme.Cheng Sheng could even imagine that if he talked about rock and roll and free spirit to them, they would definitely give him the look of a clown in a circus, look at him pitifully, and respond to him with a big laugh: "Hahaha! You said What? We don't pay attention to that stuff!"
This kind of emotion brought him back to the time when the summer just came, he was still in Beijing, and the school year had just ended. Their full name was the Department of Computer Science and Technology, which ranked first in the 96 National Computer Professional Evaluation.In the years before the opening of Internet cafes all over the country, he has learned to program, and can use the little things he made to write music scores, but he still feels that something is missing in his life, floating in the hot air every day, whimsical Do some broken punk music to vent your fire, but you can't let it out.
Zhang Chen noticed that the people next to him suddenly stopped talking, but he didn't care, he didn't care about anything, and put the aluminum-copper composite radiator bundled up and handed over by the boss into a bag.The boss's daughter was standing next to his diagonal wooden table, listening to her father chatting with Zhang Chen for a long time, and when they finally finished talking, she said shyly: "Brother, I got the top five in the class this semester. "
Zhang Chen smiled at her slightly, kept moving his hands, and said, "That's great."
Cheng Sheng turned his gaze to Zhang Chen, and saw his expression clearly. He couldn't tell whether the "awesome" that Zhang Chen said was sincere or polite, but he was not allowed to think about it, and the boss's daughter twitched again. : "Aren't you going to be in Yuncheng next year? My dad said you're going to a big city to go to college, and after you leave, you'll never go back to our small place."
"It may not be possible to pass the exam."
The boss's daughter was still holding her summer homework book in her hand, and said with a smile, "Impossible, if you can't pass the exam, no one here can pass the exam! My dad keeps nagging me every day not to go to the mining technical school with my elder brother." If you come out to study, you should learn more from Brother Zhang Chen, maybe in the next three years you can go to a junior college in the provincial capital."
This sentence made Cheng Sheng's heart choke, the air couldn't get in or go out, he felt that he had come to the wrong place, as if he had fallen into a dark cave, where a group of savages lived, and he couldn't hear what they were saying. He is the only civilized person like him who doesn't understand the language.
The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. When Zhang Chen handed him the remaining money, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and suddenly pushed Zhang Chen, but he regretted it after pushing, and turned his hand, grabbing Zhang Chen. With the other hand, he pushed back the money he handed over, and said, "You don't have to give me the rest of the money, I won't tell, grandma won't know."
Zhang Chen, who had just smiled and said "Awesome" to the little girl, froze his expression, glanced at Cheng Sheng with a look like a madman, said goodbye to the boss's family, and walked out quickly.
There was a sound of the boss "be careful at night" and the young girl shouting "goodbye, brother" behind me.The young girl was still a little bit reluctant, but she quickly went back to the back room with her homework, honestly preparing to go to college three years later.
Cheng Sheng cursed in his heart. He knew that Zhang Chen was a little angry, and he was so angry that he couldn't understand why. He ran out after Zhang Chen's back, and continued to curse a few times in a low-pitched manner on the way out, but these curses There is no goal, he is neither scolding himself nor Zhang Chen, he is just wronged, obviously he gave an excellent suggestion, grandma's money is his money, it is not stealing or grabbing, is it wrong for him to give money in another way up?
It was mostly dark outside, Zhang Chen unlocked the motorcycle under the tree, stepped on the motorcycle alone, and kept his eyes on Cheng Sheng who was chasing him, without saying a word.
The roaring engine sounded, and just as Zhang Chen was twisting the accelerator handle to leave, Cheng Sheng suddenly rushed out from the side and grabbed his arm, which almost made him thrown by the motorcycle that was about to start, but he He still didn't let go, panting and said, "You won't drive me? How can I go back?"
Zhang Chen turned off the ignition, with no expression on his face, he couldn't even tell whether he was angry or not, he just said: "The road is full of motorcycles looking for business, and you can go back to the design institute for two dollars."
Well, Cheng Sheng was sure this time, he was just annoyed at himself and proposed to steal the money he got back, isn't there often such a plot in the book?The poorer the people, the more ambitious they are, and the less they can withstand being insulted by others. Cheng Sheng figured out why he was angry, and laughed a few times in his heart, thinking, the things in the book are really honest.He stepped on the pedals on the back of the motorcycle and jumped onto the back seat. This time he was much more proficient, and he jumped up in no time. He hugged Zhang Chen's waist and sat firmly before he said, "I'm joking, you can't tell? You have such a temper?" big?"
He almost thought that Zhang Chen would tell him "Don't make such jokes with me", but he didn't expect the person in front of him to be silent for a while, but said, "I don't have a big temper."
Cheng Sheng has never seen such an awkward and duplicity person in his life, who have he played with since he was a child?A poor-mouthed and beating boy, when he was a child, he rolled in the field reekingly, but when he grew up, his temperament changed drastically and he liked to pretend to be rough.Cheng Sheng has never dealt with this type. Fortunately, he has a quick mind, he can learn everything quickly, and he can learn to be intimate with people quickly. With the physical contact when he came, he can hug people's waist tightly without any psychological burden. Stopped and said: "Go back quickly, otherwise grandma thinks we were eaten by savages."
On the way back, it was completely dark.Zhang Chen turned on the headlights, and opened a narrow bright road in the darkness.Cheng Sheng looked at this bright road, and heard the bustling voices of people, women who just got off work leading their children home, vendors selling cooked food yelling, and most obviously, the roar of motorcycles below.
The noise in the market gave Cheng Sheng inexplicable courage. He boldly asked suddenly, "Did someone tell you that you are good-looking?"
The person in front had skillfully dodged a few drunk pedestrians, and answered irrelevant questions: "That thing is useless."
Cheng Sheng snorted and said, "Why is it useless? There are many benefits, such as the little girl from the building materials store, she likes you."
These words are extremely outrageous for someone who has only met twice, but it is not safe for someone who has only met twice to cuddle on a motorcycle. Zhang Chen is obviously also affected by this atmosphere It was rare that he was not angry, and just said lightly: "I don't know."
"Hey, you're talking nonsense! Be honest, pretend you don't know." Cheng Sheng tapped the shoulder of the person in front of him with a free hand, and said boldly: "Is there really someone who can't see that others like you? Blind and deaf people can rely on other things. Perception knows that others like you.”
What Cheng Sheng said was reasonable, and Zhang Chen also admitted it, but the biggest problem was that he didn't know what liking was, let alone say that others liked him, so he could only answer helplessly: "You think so."
This sentence again, is exactly the same as that of the driver who drove him to Yuncheng. Does it mean that people with little money like to say such casual words?Of course, Cheng Sheng didn't say this, but just turned up the volume behind Zhang Chen, and suddenly said, "Do you know what people call people like you?"
The person in front shook his head.
"Bad men. People like you who don't admit anything and only care about yourself and making money are very bad, bad, and others can't find a reason. In a few years, you will definitely be a cheating girl. A basket of baskets. Lie."
It was another outrageous sentence, but Zhang Chen's ability to adapt is really good. He is already used to Cheng Sheng's character of shocking him twice when he doesn't expect it, so he didn't care, and instead said: "Maybe."
Cheng Sheng shook his head and thought, what a bad guy, he always keeps two steps in his words, thanks to that girl is still young and thin-skinned, if she meets someone who is more mature and courageous, everyone will catch up It's delivered to the door, and this person still wants to say that he doesn't know maybe, it's really heartbreaking!
But when he was thinking about this sad matter, his mind wandered somewhere, and he couldn't help himself, laughing on Zhang Chen's back.
He laughed too loudly, leaning over his back and bouncing. Zhang Chen, who didn't want to talk to him at first, couldn't help reminding him: "Stop laughing, it's uncomfortable to go back with a bellyful of wind."
Cheng Sheng really stopped laughing, but in the evening wind, he suddenly thought of something else, which was more interesting than laughing. A melody quietly appeared in his mind, as if waiting for him here on purpose. It was far from punk. It doesn't even count as rock and roll, it's the kind of soft, lyrical melody that he despised the most before.
Cheng Sheng couldn't help but move closer to Zhang Chen's ear, stopped babbling, and whispered, "Drive slowly, I'll hum a song for you."
Zhang Chen slowed down, the originally impatient motorcycle noise subsided, Cheng Sheng hummed a few words softly against his ear, his warm breath hit the pinna, Zhang Chen listened carefully, not a word of the lyrics, just a paragraph short melodies.
"Is it nice? Is it nice? I just made it up."
After Cheng Sheng finished humming, he couldn't wait to ask, but Zhang Chen could say "Awesome" to the daughter of the owner of the building material store, but only gave Cheng Sheng an "okay" evaluation.
This made Cheng Sheng a little annoyed, and reluctantly made an excuse: "I used to play rock and roll, and ballads are not my business scope. Someday I will show you the real punk music. It's so irritating and frightening to death." You. Do you know? There are so many girls in our school who like me, and the school next door, too. Hurry up and lie down in our rehearsal room to watch me play drums. Don’t believe it, it’s true, and some people say that I look like that Japanese star Well, fuck, what are you laughing at, it's true!"
During Cheng Sheng's speech, Zhang Chen had a rare smile, which was very short, and disappeared into the night all at once.But Cheng Sheng caught him, tortured him to extract a confession, and asked him, "You're not laughing at me, are you?"
After a few seconds, Zhang Chen finally compromised, and said to the people behind: "It's very nice, it's not a joke."
Cheng Sheng was sure that it was his sincere smile just now, so his heart also floated up, as if the heart was about to jump out of his chest, he thought endlessly, fuck, I must have a heart attack, serious Does the heart disease require surgery to bypass the heart to be cured?The surgery cost tens of thousands of dollars.
As he thought this way, the people in front stopped talking. They had crossed the last bridge and were about to reach grandma’s house. The people around became sparse, only a few scattered people, the old man and the old lady with their grandchildren, in the curb. On the bed, sitting on a small horse, fanning a big cattail fan to enjoy the shade.
In such a somewhat beautiful silence, Cheng Sheng felt that his heart, which was expected to be bridged, gradually recovered, but he fell into the next more troublesome problem-they were not like ordinary friends, but the two boys In between, what else can you do besides being friends?
In the first 18 years of Cheng Sheng's self-righteousness, he thought that the relationship between boys and boys was no more than gags. According to his understanding of animals, when two males stay together, there will always be a slight sense of violence and competition between them. Taste, but he and Zhang Chen are obviously not.
Cheng Sheng put his whole body on Zhang Chen's body, wrapped his arms around his waist, and thought about this question in a cool breeze.He is a bit heartless, but he prefers to think about these things, which are meaningless and full of meaning. For example, at this moment, he is thinking on the bumpy motorcycle. They are neither very good friends nor anything else. Well, what are they?