I wait for you to see through the scenery

Until many years later, Zhou Yao still clearly remembered how he looked when he saw Qu Jia for the first time.The snow in Beijing was particularly heavy that winter, and snowflakes swirled down from the cloudy sky all over the sky.The street behind him is the iron-gray factory building of the machine tool factory, with a dazzling red flag stubbornly facing the wind.

In front of him was the entrance of the alley, and the steps were muddy with snow, standing the boy in blue sweatpants with spiky hair.

At that time Qu Jia was not called Qu Jia.How many years have passed, no matter what name that kid changes to, what kind of stinky character he becomes, what is imprinted in Zhou Yao's memory of growing up is still the piece of fresh flesh and blood kneaded into his soul.

He really didn't ask for much.Occasionally, this person just sat in front of him solemnly, bowed his head and plucked the strings, and smiled at him, as if plucking his heart and making him crazy.

Qu Jia.

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That day, Zhou Yao strolled out from the side door of the factory, skating small steps in the snow, slipping every step, walking with a lively rhythm.

A large number of workers in the factory were about to leave work, and they blocked the gate of the factory tightly.

A dark crowd, braving the wind and snow, with one foot on the stirrup of the bicycle and the other on the ground, like waiting for a red light at an intersection, pressing the line and waiting in front of the big iron gate, suppressing the desire to go to freedom impulse.As soon as the off-duty bell rang and the iron gates opened, the off-duty army rushed out in groups...

The army of bicycles was mighty, and Zhou Yao cleverly slipped through the small door next to him.The uncle in the reception room smiled at him: "Hey."

Zhou Yao also nodded and smiled: "Hello, uncle, can I make a phone call? Call my mother."

"Let's fight!" The person in the reception room nodded, and the child came in.

"Mom, me, are you home yet?" Zhou Yao asked on the phone, "Can I have dinner today—"

His mother is also busy with work, so she told him bluntly on the phone that there are still classes in the afternoon, and there are students talking, there is no food at home, your grandma has gone back to her hometown and is no longer here, there is no lunch or dinner, and there is no leftovers. Solve it yourself in the cafeteria of your father's unit.

"He's such a big boy, can he use his meal ticket to eat in the cafeteria, is it okay?" His mother whispered, "I still have students here, let's talk."

His mother is a musician, and her voice is very pleasant, but it's just two words, "no food"!

"Oh... such a big boy... I'm starving to death!" Zhou Yao snorted before hanging up the phone, why am I not your student.After thinking about it again, oh my god, luckily I'm not your student.

He has been eating in the cafeteria for three days.

Zhou Yao muttered in a low voice, the "old three dishes" of the big pot rice in the northern canteen are fried shredded potatoes, stewed carrots in sauce soup, and boiled tofu with cabbage!The cafeteria is the home of the young master, but whose mother cooks, dare to call the braised carrots in sauce and broth "carrot roast meat" and the old men and young men in the family will not rebel? ...meat? !

The people on duty in the reception room laughed at him, grabbed a handful of peanuts for him, put them in his coat pocket, and a few toffees.Zhou Yao also laughed, he was a cheerful and pleasing child.He nodded politely, "Thank you uncle and aunt", jumped down the steps and ran out.

The person in the communication room turned around and glanced at his colleagues: "Hey, this is the one who just transferred to our factory from Harbin Heavy Industry."

"Then whose family's child? Look at the clothes and hat, it's quite fashionable."

"Sure...he looks like a pretty good kid."

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The gate of the factory is facing a wide road, and across the road is the Kantodian non-staple food store.Some of the off-duty workers went in to buy vegetables and non-staple food, and some rushed home. The road was full of cyclists, competing for territory with trolleybuses wielding two "long-braided" receiving poles. .On the side of the road, there is a spectacular iron barrel formation made up of bicycles...

Zhou Yao bought three fried mutton skewers at the window of the non-staple food store, which was too fucking extravagant, and the money for a meal was spent as pocket money.

At the entrance of the shopping mall, there was a solemn and warm red slogan, which had been hung for three months and was still reluctant to take it off. On behalf of the employees of the state-owned units, they chanted the slogan: [Celebrate the successful closing of the Asian Games, stick to the glorious post of pacesetter]!

On the top of the building, there is a huge billboard with the words "Unity", "Friendship" and "Progress".Next to it is a giant cartoon image of a giant panda, holding a gold medal, smiling and running, looking silly and cute.That is the Asian Games mascot loved by people all over the country, named "Panda Panpan".

That year was 1990, when the sports meeting was held and closed in Beijing, and it was Zhou Yao's first return to Beijing after school.

Zhou Yao just strolled to a few small streets near their machine tool factory, wandering aimlessly.

He's new here, and he's not familiar with any place.In short, the family is free to boys. They dare to walk on the street with a schoolbag and a bunch of house keys around their necks.Whose boys grow up so tenaciously and vigorously, running freely in the wilderness of the big city.

There is a broken basketball court over there, and a few children are playing wild ball in the snow.The ball was so broken that it couldn't even be played on the snow, and it even gave a fart, so a group of children switched to football again, running like a swarm of bees.

Zhou Yao took off his hat and jacket, shouted over, the two sides glanced at each other, and shouted a few words, "Do you want to join me?" "Take me to play" and "Stay with us"!He successfully joined the wild team.

It's that easy for students to play.When we meet each other, we first look at each other. First, they are all boys (think girls are troublesome, have too many things, and don’t take girls to play); second, they are all about the same age (no matter how old they are, they all go to the billiard hall video hall ); third, they are actually the children of workers in the machine tool factory, and they hang out in gangs and play together. These three conditions are enough.Zhou Yao is very gregarious on the outside, although he is extremely bored inside, he can stretch and bend with anyone, and he can make do with it.

Zhou Yao snatched the broken ball under his feet, thinking, it doesn't look like basketball or football, this broken thing is a volleyball, right?

He volleyed and finally blew out the broken volleyball. The ball was deflated and couldn't be played.

"How did you kick it?!" Someone complained to him.

"Whose ball is it?" Zhou Yao's expression was innocent, and he replied, "The ball is too broken!"

"Are you bringing a ball?" someone said to him.

"I'll get you a ball tomorrow." Zhou Yao walked away to the sidelines.

Playing tricks again, he casually piled a pile of snow next to him, slowly squeezed a snowball, and wanted to build a snowman.

It was actually a Saturday, and the afternoon sun was warm, casting a light golden light on the snow.Schools have begun to reform and implement a five-and-a-half-day work system.Speaking of the half day on Saturday, it was purely an improper and unreasonable delay. None of the classes were serious classes, and the school ended at noon and the group broke up, and they didn't care about the meal!Zhou Yao wanted to herd sheep by himself, but he couldn't find where other sheep that were close to his eyes were wild... How boring.

If no one was with him, he built a snowman to accompany him, and he and the snowman looked at each other with great interest.

The basketball court was facing an alley, and Qu Liandi came out with a vegetable sink and splashed it on the iron grate on the side of the street.The water was splashed on a thin layer of ice, which quickly froze into a single piece of iron.

The iron grate at the entrance of this alley is a universal sewer. Cabbage, persimmon skins, and household garbage are frozen in a lump of ice. It seems that there are children without public morals who stick their buttocks into the sewer and freeze together into ice sculptures. .Qu Liandi shook the water with a basin in her hand, expressionless, she glanced up at a group of children on the basketball court.

When she looked up, she saw Zhou Yao.

Qu Liandi stood there with a basin in her hand, unable to move her feet, staring fixedly at the unfamiliar boy.Zhou Yao didn't put back on his coat, only a thin sweater and trousers. Walking in the icy and snowy afternoon, he looked up and called: "Auntie."

They are all located in a factory area. To a child, this is an employee of the same generation as his parents, and they should all be called "uncle and aunt".

He was dressed cleanly, and he didn't dirty his clothes and pants when he played wild games.Our little grandpa Zhou Yao can play football well, he won't stumble casually if he doesn't get tripped by others, and it doesn't affect his decent appearance.

"In the factory?" Qu Liandi nodded.

"Oh," Zhou Yao answered casually, "My dad works in the factory."

"Which workshop does your father work in?" Qu Liandi hurriedly asked, "Which department?"

"Ah..." This question was asked, Zhou Yao rubbed his head, and he laughed, "Machinery No. [-] workshop? It seems so, I don't know, auntie."

Qu Liandi kept looking at him several times, and suddenly pulled him back: "Hey, wait a minute, just stand here and wait, don't go!"

As he said that, he walked up the steps and called someone into the house.It was a large courtyard in an alley, entered through a narrow gate, and there were seven or eight families crammed into a large courtyard.

"I'm calling my child, don't leave!" Qu Liandi shouted at both ends, afraid that he would turn around and run away.

Zhou Yao doesn't live here.It was a coincidence that day, he happened to appear at the entrance of this alley, and met Qu Liandi, but Qu Liandi stopped him and refused to let him go.

In retrospect, it must be the young man, we are handsome and popular, so we just look good.

He himself didn't realize it too much, but he was so different from the group of employees playing wild ball in the distance.His face was red from the cold, and his mouth was full of wavy white breath. He was a boy who was playing around in the field, but he was wearing a white cotton shirt with a neat neckline, and a gray cashmere jacket over it. shirt and corduroy trousers.

That's a cashmere sweater.

And it was a well-fitting pure cashmere sweater, it wasn't made by cutting and modifying the old clothes of the adults in the family.

The hair is neatly cut, with a slight haircut. It cost a few dollars to cut in the barber shop, and it looks clean and tidy.Against the dark gray urban background, he looks rosy.

"Wait a minute—" Qu Liandi leaned half her body into the yard and shouted, "Chen Jia!!

"What are you doing in the house?

"Come out quickly, Xiao Jia, you come out first, a classmate is playing with you.

"Hey, what are you dawdling about? Hurry up!!

"Chen—Jia—"

Qu Liandi finally roared violently.

This young master was so hard to please that the whole Hutong could hear howling.

I heard too much, and none of the houses responded. Those who should cook continued to cook at the window, and those who should go out and splash water "squeaked" a bucket of water towards the street at Zhou Yao's feet.The neighbors would not think that Qu Liandi's child was lost, bumped or something, because the child of Qu Liandi's family didn't respond much to anyone who shouted.

Qu Liandi came out again and explained: "He's just like this, he's actually fine... Our child is not very good at playing with others, he's introverted, and doesn't know how to make friends, so I... this classmate, can you play with him for a while? "

Zhou Yao nodded, let's play, what's wrong?

On the steps at the gate of the courtyard, the boy came out.An old fruit green sweater, a pair of leg-sucking dark blue sports trousers with two white stripes on the sides.At that time, everyone had a pair of these trousers, the style of dirt.

"You two play for a while, have fun!" Qu Liandi instructed.

"What are you playing for?" The boy straightened out his disheveled hair, half-closed his eyes, and didn't look at anyone.That hair...it's like a "little whip" stuck in the head, and the twist has been ignited, and it can explode at any time.

"Let's play together." Qu Liandi whispered, "Let's play with my classmates."

"Who are you playing with?" The boy whispered, holding the ice ridge hanging from the eaves next to him with his empty hands... He obviously didn't know the other party.

"Playing with 'people'!" Qu Liandi frowned.

"Who's there?" The boy responded with a carefree expression, holding ice balls and a puddle of ice water in his hands, not afraid of the cold.

"Isn't there a person over there?!" Qu Liandi looked helpless, and her patience was almost exhausted. She held her breath in a certain place on her chest and was depressed. ’ in a hopeless cycle.That mass of frustration had obviously been suppressed for a long time, and he tried his best to keep every sentence as short as possible, and then closed his lips tightly after speaking, trying his best not to get angry at the child for no reason-what's the use of getting angry?

"There's a snowman over there." The boy rolled his narrow eyelids, turned his head and wanted to go back to the house.

"There is a living person next to the snowman, me!" Zhou Yao stood in the snow, raised his chest and shouted, "Come here, let's build a snowman together?"

He is used to being a class leader, and he is very good at commanding others: Hey, you, take your small shovel, come here, and cooperate with this command!

Qu Liandi smiled suddenly, grateful in her heart, and said to Zhou Yao: "I'm sorry, he just doesn't know how to play with others... You two stay for a while, have fun, don't make trouble, don't fight!"

The boy walked down the steps of the courtyard, but did not follow the right path. He stepped on the ice-mud mixture next to the steps, lowered his head, and said, "Grey, white shirt, I thought it was a snowman."

"The one with the carrot nose, that's the snowman." Zhou Yao replied.

"Isn't that thing growing over your mouth a carrot?" said the boy.

"I look like a carrot?" Zhou Yao asked the other party.

"You're frozen like that." The boy snorted, with a typical alley ruffian accent.

"Hey, do I have carrots growing on my face?!" Zhou Yao followed the kid two steps behind and asked.I'm afraid of you, I won't believe it today!

There was a small expression on the boy's mouth, and he frowned: "Is that your mouth under the nose? Others can close their mouths, but you can't. You talk so much."

"..." Zhou Yao turned his head and wanted to leave.

No wonder no one is playing with this kid, it's annoying enough everywhere.

The boy conveniently inserted the broken ice ribs into the snowman's fat and round body to make an "arm".

"Hey, give me another ridge!" Zhou Yao squatted on a pile of snow, commanding the other side towards the eaves.

The boy stood still and didn't move. Could it be that he was following his orders?

Zhou Yao took off one of his gloves and threw it to the other party: "Each person wears one."

The boy didn't want to move at first, his face was as gray and white as a slush pond, and he was extremely cold, probably because of the gloves that only stored body temperature, he put them on without saying a word, it was so warm...

After breaking off another ice ridge, the two put "Tu Feiyuan"'s two arms together.

"My name is Zhou Yao, distant Yao." Zhou Yao said, "What's your name?"

In fact, he just heard the aunt shout.

The other party just ignored him and didn't want to talk. He stuck to the edge of the alley wall as if he was daydreaming, and was about to walk away slowly, like a dark shadow passing under the wall.The thin figure gouged through the cracks in the wall bricks, and could even faintly hear the sound of the sharp edges on the boy's shoulders scraping through the cracks in the wall, and just passed Zhou Yao's eyes...

"Hey?" Zhou Yao stood up and called the other party, "Only nose and arms, no eyes and mouth, do you have any pomegranate peel? Do you have any chestnuts?"

The two of them couldn't help but searched in the courtyard.At the aunt's house next door, there is a row of Chinese cabbage on the wall, and a row of red and attractive frozen persimmons on the window sill.

With a tacit understanding, they subconsciously gave each other "unkind" winks, and the boy stepped forward and reached out to sweep the frozen persimmons on the window sill.

"Hey, hey..." Zhou Yao couldn't help but "poof", and grabbed it back, "Don't, people are going to scold you."

"What's that for?" said the boy.

"Bean? Soy beans and broad beans are cheap. We all use beans and corn." Zhou Yao said.

"Beans, corn," the boy sneered, "there are no grains, and my mother made them into bean flour or corn flour."

"What are you doing?" Zhou Yao said.

"Dough, pancake, eat!" said the boy.

The two of them exchanged a listless look again, and the boy squatted under the window to pick a few briquettes.

A voice came from the window above the head, "Who is it?!" Zhou Yao hurriedly said, "Ah? Auntie, I, the two of us, are looking for eyes and a mouth for the snowman!"

"Oh, how about hot chestnuts?" the aunt asked.

The boy squatted under the window and winked: Yes.Zhou Yao hurriedly said, "Yes!"

The aunt next door snorted, knowing what the bad boy was thinking, and threw him a few fried chestnuts through the window.Zhou Yao quickly said "Thank you, Auntie" with honey on his lips, and quickly slipped his feet.The boy bent down and quickly pulled a few pieces of cabbage, and then slammed it under a chili string hanging in the corner to signal to Zhou Yao.

"Damn..." Zhou Yao smiled, "Hurry up and go!"

The snowman's eyes, mouth, and buttons are all there.

Did the boys start playing, and it was hard to tell from which moment, one and the other matched the rhythm of their footsteps and the frequency of running under the wall.

The candied chestnuts were still hot, Zhou Yao didn’t peel them off with his hands, and was about to release his fangs and sharp mouth, what if he couldn’t close his mouth?I just have good teeth.The boy took it and opened it with his hard fingers, and the two squatted in the snow to share the food.

The briquettes were pressed on the face of the snowman for the eyes, and a small red pepper was used for the mouth.

"Papa papa", a few pieces of cabbage were hung on the snowman's head, hanging in a circle.Zhou Yao laughed out loud: "Emerald cabbage! Our snowman is white and green!"

"..."

"Chen Jia."

The boy seemed to be talking to himself, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was named.

The two played in the snow for a long time, running all afternoon.From time to time, I felt chilly, and the cold wind poured into my neck through the sweater; from time to time, I felt very hot, and Zhou Yao was sweating inside his shirt.

There is still a layer of woolen trousers under his corduroy trousers, and the best new wool, can it not be hot?

Chen Jia's tracksuit pants seemed to be hollow, maybe they had long johns. They looked thin but strong, and there was a red patch on the back of his hand.

Qu Liandi leaned out of the courtyard halfway, holding a rolling pin in her hand, and her hands were covered with flour.Her face showed relief, and she felt sincerely that Zhou Yao was a really nice boy, so she couldn't help but said, "You two have fun! Play a little longer, come in and eat pancakes when you're hungry!"

At the entrance of the alley, there is a pile of red bricks left over from building walls to form a gable wall.Zhou Yao hung his coat and hat on the pile of bricks, took out peanuts and sugar...

"Which one? Delicious food, gifted scholars and beautiful ladies?" Zhou Yao looked for something to talk to.

Chen Jia reacted slightly for half a second: "No. It's a commendation."

The word "reward" never seems to have anything to do with him.Of course, "delicacy" and "beauty" have nothing to do with him.

Chen Jia sat side by side with Zhou Yao on the pile of bricks.According to Zhou Yao's personal aesthetics, that fruity green sweater is too shabby, and the elbows are almost worn out, the elbows can be poked out!

Chen Jia took out a small harmonica from his trouser pocket, brought it to his mouth, and played the harmonica.

"You know how to play this?" Zhou Yao stared at the other party.

The tune is very familiar. The classic song "Singing and Smiling" by the school chorus is very vulgar, but they can sing it.

"What else will you blow?" Zhou Yao said, "You change to something else."

Chen Jia played the harmonica twice in his hand, let out a breath, it got hot, pressed his lips together and continued, playing the song "A Date with the Stars" he just learned.

This song is trendy, new album.Zhou Yao liked it very much, he was fascinated by it, and made Chen Jia play it several times.

They sat on the pile of bricks, and there were fine and small snowflakes falling from the sky.A snowflake happened to fall on one end of the harmonica, as if attracted by the sound of the harmonica, it stopped for a while, and then Chen Jia blew to that note, and his lips melted the snowflake...

Later, he changed another song, and the tune was so damn familiar that Zhou Yao hummed it right away. "It's been a long time, I want to say that I was so confused back then...It's hard to choose between reality and fantasy...There have been joys and sorrows...Is this Mao Amin's song?" He couldn't bear it anymore.

"I've been listening to this all night long." Chen Jia complained in a low voice, "This song is annoying, babbling."

"Your mother also watched it?" Zhou Yao laughed, "My mother and my aunt also watch this at home every weekend! They still debate and argue over who is right and who is wrong among those men and women, and they won't let it go. I'll switch channels!"

This is the theme song of the TV series "Longing".There are only six TV channels in total, and after searching through the six channels, there is just such a TV series that can be watched with the quality that meets the rhythm of the times, and it is popular all over the country.The aunts, aunts, and daughter-in-laws of every household sit in front of the TV on time every night to seek abuse, cry and scold while watching, and can't help but want to watch.

"That guy over there seems to have a crush, so he dumped his wife? 'Wang Husheng' is pretty good... I don't like to read, I usually read comics, what about you?" Zhou Yao said.

"I don't like watching either." Chen Jia said.His mother often shed tears while watching TV dramas with the door closed, and she avoided him when she cried. Besides, she wasn't really crying for "Liu Huifang" and "Wang Husheng", was she?

"Change to someone else!" Zhou Yao peeled, handed and ate peanuts for the other party.

"Uh... Du Mufa... Uh, playing the piano." Chen Jia frowned while chewing a mouthful of peanuts, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if smiling.She rolled her thin eyelids, trying to keep people away eight hundred miles away, but finally she didn't lift her ass and leave.

Zhou Yao noticed that this kid had a sad face, as if the whole alley owed money to his family, so he could laugh too.

One carrot was used to make the snowman's nose, and another was thrown at the feet.

Chen Jia picked up the carrot with no expression on his face. The organs on Snowman's face were already full, but the organs on his body were not yet complete, so he inserted the carrot under Snowman's belly, where a large male organ should grow. It is as if a "cannon barrel" is raised towards the front.

The shape is full, the color is bright and moist, and it is straight and red.

"I... I rely on..." Zhou Yao burst out laughing, hahahaha, almost looking at this person in front of him with admiration.Sure enough, dogs that bite people usually don't bark, and people who can wave are usually listless and quiet.

Boys, the two of them sullenly let out a few low laughs, glanced at the eye-catching big carrot, making a snowman can be so unrestrained.

As the evening approached, Zhou Yao should have gone home.

He generously handed the last peanut in his hand to Chen Jia.As soon as he opened his hand and stretched it out, there was a "snap", a ball of snowball flew across his wrist and swept the snow on the faces of both of them - the last peanut flew away, and no one ate it.

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The author has something to say: [City Chronicles: Fleeting Years] Part 90, the second chapter in a similar style after "Godfather", pure life literature and love, [-]s, youth memories, urban civilians and small households, parents' short journal records .Keywords: Bamboo horse, two-way secret love, special liking.