I wait for you to see through the scenery

Qu Liandi sent Zhou Yao out of the alley in the evening, and told him, "Be careful when riding in the car. Do you have a fare? Oh, if you have a monthly pass, don't lose it after you have the monthly pass. The pie will be cold when it is cooked"... She looked at it from a distance. I watched until Zhou Yao's back melted into the color of the street and disappeared, it was really worrying.

When she went back to the room, her son was still sitting on the stool in a daze.

"Go change your pants." Qu Liandi endured patience, "Chen Jia, your pants are wet and you are catching a cold! Change your pants!"

There are no pants to change when changing pants. Chen Jia only wears a pair of old long johns in her house in winter.The new long johns are worn when he goes out to school, and the old long johns are his home pants and pajama pants. It’s just like this. The old is replaced by the new one after another. One trousers are multi-purpose, and they have been worn until the front crotch and the back piece can’t be connected. One, and then logically transformed into a household dishcloth.

It’s not that poor, it’s that the mother is someone who has experienced turmoil and famine since the 60s, and takes frugality as her life philosophy.

At the foot of the bed hung the snow-soaked fur collar from the leather jacket.

Zhou Yao left the fur collar at their house.Qu Liandi took a look: "Hurry up, Chen Jia, and send this collar back to him!"

Chen Jia was baked by the stove for a while, as if the frozen nerves and facial expressions were slowed down: "Oh...he will come back to get it when he falls here."

"They still come to pick it up by themselves?" Qu Liandi was still not very happy, just stubborn and serious, "You send it back to Zhou Yao's house, it's in the staff dormitory compound of Tuanjie Lake."

Chen Jia didn't resist strongly, she agreed without talking back, took a pie from the lid of the pot, and ate the pie silently.The most shining advantage of his mother... is that the cooking is really delicious.

"Forget it, it's too dark, I will definitely send it to someone tomorrow on Sunday." Qu Liandi said, "It's a very expensive leather jacket, don't let the children think that the fur collar is lost!"

……

The sun is warm in winter, and the morning is still slightly cool, but the ice cones under the eaves and the snow on the ground are already melting quietly.

Chen Jia put on his half-damp and half-dry sweatpants early in the morning, and was driven out by his mother to return the fur collar of Zhou Yao's jacket.Using the iron hook at the door, he took out the coals that had been burnt last night from the stove, piled them into the dustpan outside the door, hooked some new coals, filled the stove, and went out.

Passing by the entrance of the alley, the snowman they built last night is still there, pinched so hard that it hasn't melted.

Chen Jia squatted down, carefully scraped some clean snow again, patted it on the snowman's head and body, and pressed the briquettes, peppers, carrots and so on again, and pressed it firmly. I don't want the snowman to melt...

Snowman kua that big carrot, what a shame, he pulled it out last night.In the end, his mother saw that Qu Liandi, who was frugal, took it away and said, "Don't play around and turn around and bake carrot pie, you still have to eat it!"

At that time, Zhou Yao was laughing happily behind him, and even patted him on the shoulder to wink. This radish can be taken back to the house and eaten, and it can also be chopped into stuffing... Why can't it be called a good thing if you do something casually? Bad things are so ridiculous... Zhou Yao is quite funny.

The sky cleared and the mind was refreshed.Chen Jia felt that the air suddenly smelled good today.

Chen Jia also had a monthly ticket hanging around his neck, so he went out from the alley of his house, took a trolleybus for a few stops, and arrived at the staff dormitory compound.He is familiar with everyone around.That is the staff dormitory compound of their fourth machine tool factory, but the machine tool factory has thousands of workers, how can the dormitory building accommodate so many households?How can everyone be allocated public housing?Those who can live in the staff compound are all the management, department leaders, senior technicians, and engineers in the factory, and then they are divided into groups according to seniority and professional title.

The rest of the ordinary workers in the factory live in their own houses, and you can honestly live in whatever living conditions are available at home.At that time, no one could afford commercial housing, and each house was left by the elderly, and the workers of the previous generation worked hard and worked hard for most of their lives.

For example, Chen Jia's house in Nanyingfang Hutong is the house left by his grandma.

His grandfather, his grandmother, and his father lived here all the time, and then his mother married into her husband's family, and then his grandfather and his grandmother passed away one after another. The houses in this alley were dilapidated and dilapidated for a long time, and it became what it is now. The head of the house is his father.

There is no heating at all. In winter, coal is used for heating, and gas tanks are used for cooking. Gas tanks should be used sparingly.Under the left window of each household in the courtyard is a pile of Chinese cabbage stored in winter, and under the right window is a pile of briquettes... Who would live in this dilapidated place if they live in other places?

The compound of the factory workers’ dormitory was fenced off. In front of them was a two-meter-high iron railing wall. There were guards with red armbands at the door, telling Chen Jia clearly that those who could not afford to live in the building were not allowed to enter.

In fact, there is also a small door at the back that can be slipped in. For example, Zhou Yao often does not use the main door when going in and out.However, Chen Jia didn't know which building or unit he should look for, so he could only walk through the main entrance and ask the receptionist.

The person on duty in the reception room looked at him with a certain degree of vigilance and professional sensitivity. He looked at his clothes and appearance: "Who are you looking for? Register your name."

Chen Jia said, "Look for Zhou Yao."

Zhou Yao?Surnamed Zhou.The attendant on duty said to himself: "Is that the boy from Zhou Gong's family?"

"Do you know the phone number? You can call his home and let the child come down, or I will call you." The attendant moved the phone on the desk to him.

"No phone." Chen Jia said.

"Isn't there a phone in his house?" The attendant looked at him.

"..." Chen Jia was too lazy to speak for a moment.

It's because he doesn't have a phone at home.People who don't have a phone at home, of course, don't want to ask for other people's phone numbers.Just pretend that every household in China doesn't have a phone yet.

The dormitory building was quiet and quiet on Sunday morning. People who entered and exited were all wearing long coats and scarves, riding bicycles in and out silently and gracefully.There are also several cars and vans parked in the yard.

Chen Jia is someone who has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running. He has no car at home and has never touched a car, but he has always seen pigs running all over the street.At that time, cars were "Old Red Flag" and "Old Shanghai", the most fashionable "Santana" and "Jetta", and vans were "Golden Cup Sea Lion".

Chen Jia leaned on the railing to admire the cars, left the fur collar in the reception room, and asked the person on duty to hand it over, then turned around and left...

He wears a purple cotton monkey for the winter.

The reason why it is purple is because Qu Liandi gave it to him when he was too small to wear it.Qu Liandi didn't deliberately feel wronged by her son. She queued up to grab a winter coat at Dong'an Market. It was discounted at half price, but it was too small and too thin.A discount is like taking advantage of a big deal, why not buy it?I bought it but it didn't fit me, and I was determined not to throw it away, so I had to let my son wear it.

After the cotton monkey had been washed a few times, the cotton between the two layers of cloth was almost flying away.Looking from the back, there is only a thin "monkey" left, and "mian" is not seen.

The people in the reception room looked at Chen Jia's back for a long time, tsk, in this winter, they ran all the way to deliver fur collars, but ran away with their necks bare... The sky began to snow again sporadically. The child is not too cold?How funny.

Chen Jia was not in a hurry to go home either.On Sunday, he is free. He is not a serious student who concentrates on doing his homework, and he is not considered a poor student. He doesn't have to worry about his grades, and he just walks alone on the street, blowing cold wind.

He took the tram and got off at a station halfway, and there was a non-staple food market on the side of the bicycle array.

The huge shape of "Panda Panpan" still stands on the building next to it, trembling in the wind.A "Yanwu brand" black speaker stands at the entrance of the small audio-visual shop, facing the passers-by and howling hoarsely, "Let me once - love enough -"

Chen Jia stood in the audio-visual store for a long time, watching behind the shelves and listening to songs.

"Can I change the tape?" he said to the shopkeeper, "Can 'Little Tigers' do it?"

The shopkeeper gave him a stare, but he couldn't get half a dime from the stare, so he changed the tape for the stereo.Students like Chen Jia have the same virtue of holding a stack of books in a bookstore and not leaving, that is, they come to "listen to tapes".

Lalalala...shake it up...more wandering around midnight on weekends...

I didn't know what it meant to "wander" at midnight, so I started singing these.Chen Jia shook her body slightly, posing as if she was playing the guitar with her hands, and while she was swaying her buttocks and humming to her heart's content in a place where no one was around, someone came in, and a familiar voice sounded from the door of the store: "Do you have the tape of "A Date with the Stars"?" ? I want that plate... If anyone has any posters, please show me."

He tiptoed quickly and turned his head to look.

The student who spoke also looked back.

The two looked at each other, slightly stunned.Zhou Yao was still wearing his short brown sheepskin jacket, Tesa, with a bright and sincere smile on his face for a moment: "Hey—Chen Jia."

"Damn," Zhou Yao said, "Why are you here?"

Chen Jia: "Well, wander around."

After a pause, Chen Jia said, "I sent you a fur collar just now, but you left our house last night."

Zhou Yao: "Oh, I know I fell into your house, where did you send me?"

Chen Jia: "You are in the reception room downstairs."

Zhou Yao: "When did I rely on you to go there? Why didn't I meet you? Ah, I went through the side door, but I didn't meet you! I never go through the main entrance. Do I have to call my uncle or aunt when I go through the main entrance?"

Chen Jia rolled his eyes: "Don't you like calling people the most?"

"Who likes it?" Zhou Yao turned the leather jacket out when there were no elders watching in private, and put it on casually, with a mature expression on his face, "If you don't call, you can't, my mother and father will teach me Polite, ignorant, disobedient, not a good student taught by the two of them, and embarrassing parents, can I do embarrassing things?"

Hehe, both of them laughed softly, and there was a rustle behind the shelf.

The fly shop is full of the most popular tapes of Hong Kong and Taiwan singers, but many of them are punched "parallel imports", hidden in baskets under the shelves.They scrolled through the discussions slowly, Qi Qin's, Wang Jie's, Luo Dayou's, Little Tigers'...

The shopkeeper gave them stacks of star posters for them to choose.The Hong Kong and Taiwan celebrity posters back then had rustic makeup and hairstyles, and modern clothing. The printing often produced double images, and the quality was rough but cheap.

The sun slanted into the window, and the two of them squatted on the ground, looking at the poster intently.

"Who do you think is the most handsome among the three?" Zhou Yao said.Students also talk about these topics.

"Thunderbolt Tiger." Chen Jia said.

"I think so, Thunderbolt Tiger is the most handsome." Zhou Yao made a final decision, and came to a conclusion, "Do all their girls like Guaiguaihu? They are too tender...he is not so handsome."

Chen Jia endured it for a long time, and couldn't help telling the truth: "I don't know what girls like, but my mother likes obedient tigers."

Pfft—Shuangshuang lowered their heads and laughed wildly.

The two looked at each other subconsciously.Who is so obedient and tender in normal life?no.Anyway, there is no one "good" in front of the eyebrows!Zhou Yao is relatively fair, and the boy is good-looking, but his temperament is by no means cheap.As for Chen Jia, Chen Jia has never had anything to do with the word "beautiful" since he was a child, so who would be scared to death...

"Huh la la" quickly flipped through several female star posters, and both of them stared at Qi Qin's big wavy curly hair for a long time.The skinny jeans with stretched thighs, and a guitar slung across his shoulders, that style is handsome.

I have also seen people in the street who dare to wear it like this. Young people in their 20s, in the words of the old people, are "smooth", "hooligan" and "undecent", so they wear this kind of tight-fitting front tu and back Qiao jeans, playing rock and roll, with explosive long hair.The long-handled guitars carried by the rock youths actually have the shape meaning of certain organs. Every time they tremble, roar and shake the guitar on the stage, it is to convey the temptation and impulse of sexual liberation to this impetuous world... …

"Can you play this song? Hey, play it and I'll listen to it.

"'Red Dragonfly', 'Green Apple Paradise', do you play one!"

Zhou Yao was always the one who talked a lot and was provocative, until Chen Jia frowned and replied: "Annoyance, you can't close your mouth, right?"

Chen Jia put his hands to his lips. In fact, he didn't have a piano in his hand. He didn't bring a harmonica, but he could imitate the harmonica with his hands, and even aligned the position of each note. He hummed softly with his tightly closed lips. To the tune of that song...

sounds so good.

Zhou Yao stared at the person intently.

Zhou Yao and the shopkeeper bought two posters of the Little Tigers trio and Qi Qin, one for [-] cents, and the other for [-] cents.He wanted to buy an album tape again, and pestered the shopkeeper to bargain for the price. Ten yuan a tape was too expensive, five yuan! "The two of us will each buy a plate for five yuan!" Zhou Yao said.

Chen Jia glared at Zhou Yao, five yuan is money, who said he would buy it.

Zhou Yao was like that at that time, that is, he opened the small sheepskin jacket backwards and hung it on his back. He stretched the jacket with his elbows, twisted his hips, and poked it in the video store. pair of leather shoes.

Delicate, handsome, stylish.He is still young, and if he is older, he can print a poster himself and put it on the door of this store without any sense of disobedience.

Zhou Yao stuck two five-yuan banknotes on his lower lip, held them in his mouth, and looked at the shop owner, whether they will be sold or not, will you sell them or not? !

The shop owner couldn't resist this kind of thing, thinking that it was another bad boy who came out of the alley, and if he didn't sell it, he would pull out the three-edged knife.Forget it, I will give you two tapes for 15 yuan, take it away!

Zhou Yao put the two tapes in his arms happily, and stepped out of the store with Chen Jia in his arms. The sunshine in winter is so nice.

"Do you listen? You pick a plate and take it away, and we listen to it instead." Zhou Yao said.

"No, just listen to yourself." Chen Jia said.

What the hell, he can only listen to music if he comes to the video store.

"Then you go back to our house and listen," Zhou Yao said, "There is always no one in our house on Saturday afternoon, so go back to our house to play next time."

……

In Chen Jia's unreliable memories, Zhou Yao seemed to be the first one to invite him to play at home.

At noon, the two of them ate roasted sweet potatoes. There was a roadside stall selling roasted sweet potatoes just outside the gate of the Kanto shop non-staple food market.

In winter, the "old three dishes" on the streets of old Beijing are much more delicious than those in the cafeteria, such as candied chestnuts, candied haws, and roasted sweet potatoes!There was a rusty iron bucket on the side of the road, a fire was lit inside, and a puff of black smoke came out. On the iron bucket was a circle of sweet potatoes, which were dry-roasted and slowly cooked.

"Red fleshy sweet potatoes are the best, you choose red fleshy ones." Chen Jia specially taught Zhou Yao.

"We call this a sweet potato." Zhou Yao said.

"Sweet potato." Chen Jia said.

"The meat is either red or yellow, and I've never seen a white one!" Zhou Yao asked, "Why do you call it a sweet potato?"

I have called this sweet potato since I was a child, and Chen Jia glanced at him.

"Does Baishu agree with you calling it that?" Zhou Yao asked.

Chen Jia glared, do you want to eat, you talk so much nonsense?

"Hehe, do I know it's called sweet potato too..." Zhou Yao grinned, just to tease Chen Jia, "I was born in Beijing, I lived in the city when I was very young, and then I went to the Northeast. Our family My grandparents and relatives are still in Beijing. I still have some impressions, it seems to be on the edge of Dongdan Street, at the gate of Zhongshan Park, watching the chrysanthemum exhibition, and I have eaten roasted sweet potatoes..."

For thirty cents a baked sweet potato, Chen Jia could afford to invite Zhou Yao to eat sweet potatoes.

He pushed Zhou Yao back again: "There is fire."

Zhou Yao: "It's okay——"

Chen Jia said it again: "If there is a fire, your leather clothes will burn into scars."

Zhou Yao couldn't wait to reach out and grab it: "This is baked, you can eat it!"

It's hot, it's hot.

Zhou Yao withdrew again, blew on his finger, then took it again, withdrew again with a "hiss", and put his finger in his mouth, "It's so hot".

Chen Jia sneered, as if making fun of him for bluffing and cowardly, and lightly scolded him, "You're stupid".

"What are you talking about me..." Zhou Yao grabbed Chen Jia from behind with an elbow and pulled back. Chen Jia had already grabbed a sweet potato with his bare hands, and his hands were steaming hot, "It's hot" "Damn ""ah--"

The two hugged each other into a ball, a hot sweet potato was turned upside down in four hands, Zhou Yao laughed wildly.It was Chen Jia who took the sweet potato, let it cool down in the cold wind for a while, and helped him peel it off.Then I went to get my piece of hot sweet potato.

"You still have thick skin on your hands, which is easy to use." Zhou Yao laughed with a shy face.

"What's the use of thick skin on your face?" Chen Jia said.

"Damn, you're talking about me again." Zhou Yao ate his mouth full, and smiled, "Chen Jia, you can do it."

A ball of red flesh is particularly attractive in the winter temperature, with a tangy aroma, warm and sweet.In Zhou Yao's childhood memories, roasted sweet potatoes were not so delicious.Maybe I'm hungry... It's really delicious.

They took the one-stop tram back to Nanyingfang Hutong and Chen Jia's home.Zhou Yao also couldn't figure out what he was going to do, but the two of them were very happy, and they were hanging out every day.

"Listen to Tingge, listen to you play the harmonica." Zhou Yao said.The two of them had their hands in their pockets, and Zhou Yao still had his tapes and star posters in his coat pockets. They walked side by side to the entrance of the alley, facing the fine, broken and beautiful snowflakes all over the sky.Zhou Yao was happy, and the little prince of vocal music suddenly opened his throat and shouted: "We in Asia—the mountain is a high head—"

After yelling, look at Chen Jia, save yourself some face, and quickly pick up the next sentence.

Chen Jia opened his mouth subconsciously, but he was really not used to being so stupid, so he ignored him.Zhou Yao yelled again to entertain himself: "We in Asia—the river flows like hot blood—"

"Is the snowman still there? Did it melt in the morning?" He asked enthusiastically.

"Still," Chen Jia suddenly smiled, "Not yet."

After turning a corner, bypassing the street lamp and electric pole, it was the place in the alley where they made a snowman yesterday.There was a patch of black melted snow on the ground, trampled to pieces.Broken chestnut shells and small red peppers can be vaguely found in the snowdrifts. The fat snowman's head has been broken into eight petals, and his body has also collapsed into a big hole, all broken...

The two stood stunned, Zhou Yao was suddenly a little disappointed.

Chen Jia raised his eyes, and on the wall of the alley, someone had written a few big characters crookedly with chalk or something, swearing at people, calling them "stinky stupid B" and "no father to raise" and so on.It wasn't there when I passed by in the morning, it was obvious.

"It's gone, it's gone, let's go home." Zhou Yao put his arms around the man and was about to leave.

There were a few teenagers muttering at the entrance of the alley behind them, glanced at them, and laughed provocatively.Chen Jia stopped and turned around sharply, then his face changed and he glared.

The sky above the eaves suddenly fell into a haze, and a gust of cold wind blew into the alley, passed through the hall, and rolled up snowflakes.

In fact, it's nothing to do, owe money, make trouble, a bunch of half-grown fart children, how much resentment and hatred can they have?When a child is always alone, looks extremely withdrawn and cold, or his family exposes weaknesses that arouse others' contempt and ridicule, he is easy to become the object of ridicule by other groups.

Not even a snowman was spared.

It's just that Chen Jia didn't play tricks today, and Zhou Yao happened to witness it today.

The author has something to say: (Note: The two lines of "We are in Asia" are the theme song of the 90 Asian Games "Asian Heroes", sung by Liu Huan and Wei Wei.)