I wait for you to see through the scenery

In Zhou Yao's mind in his youth, the scene of beating and being beaten was very sad, because he had never experienced it.

"Forget it, Master Qu, you go back first, let's talk about the child slowly, I'll talk to Chen Jia later..." Zou Ping kept persuading him in a low voice.Everyone has a heart of compassion, and they don't want to tear their flesh and blood and chase after them like this.If she had known about such an embarrassing situation, she would not have intentionally made things difficult for Qu Liandi's family.Chen Jia doesn't even need to stand for punishment to write inspections, and the child is also quite difficult, so why bother.

Chen Jia bowed her head and walked out without saying a word.

"Chen Jia, don't leave...our one..." Zhou Yao ran forward two steps while clutching the words, but was thrown violently when he held the other's arm.Chen Jia turned around and said to him fiercely, "Don't worry about me", she shook off him and left.

Zhou Yao was pushed back two steps before he stopped.He raised his arm and hit the frame of the half-open window with a "bang".

His wrist hurt so badly, it really hurt... That window was too hard to open, and he had to take it down as soon as he turned his head. He had a grudge against both of them, right?

Even though Chen Jia didn't really fight with him, he made his wrist hurt for several days afterwards, the capillaries burst and a red streak appeared.

What hurt more than that raised piece of red meat was an invisible, invisible diaphragm that stood up between him and Chen Jia.Though he didn't even realize it then, the two were so different.

Qu Liandi's lips trembled slightly, and her hands trembled. She apologized to Teacher Zou and walked outside with the bag of clothes.Walking to the back door of the auditorium, he sat down on the side of the long chair, and sat on the chair without moving for a long time.

There were red spots under the two eye sockets of Qu Liandi, she was stunned for a long time, covered her face and wiped it a few times, she wanted to cry but she must not cry out, she didn't want to be despised.Immediately regretted slapping Chen Jia, the flesh that fell from his body hurt so much, and he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.Her son couldn't bear to act wildly in front of so many people, but she couldn't and couldn't bear it anymore, and also acted wildly.

……

The second half of the theatrical performance that day was in chaos, and the program was messed up.

Fortunately, there was chaos in the backstage, and the auditorium at the front stage didn't know what happened. The big family in the factory gathered together to celebrate the New Year in a lively manner, and the mother lost her temper and slapped the child. It's a thing.

Who hasn't beaten a child yet?Stop scorpion stinging.

Qu Liandi stood up, and went back to look at the place just now, secretly looking for blood on the window edges and walls, for fear of knocking her son's head.No blood was found, and I was relieved, this kid has a really hard head.Chen Jia had run away long ago, and she didn't know where she went.

The small chorus hit the pot on the spot.As the host, Zhou Yao wishfully thought that there would be only one less eight people, and seven of you can't make do to sing together?

He is really a newcomer, and he doesn't know the situation of the team: the lead singer has run away, and there are seven gourd babies left.

The class teacher and the chairman of the labor union in the factory chatted quietly in the corridor, shaking their heads and sighing.The chairman of their trade union joined the factory a few years earlier than Qu Liandi. His name is Cai Shijin, and he is an old master.Master Cai whispered: "Hey, it's about their Chen Mingjian. We all watched Chen Mingjian enter the machine tool factory, and we also watched him walk out of this factory gate. We all know. People have to go to high places, and now we can Let him slip down from a high place again? Will he?... Chen Jia is also a child, he is ignorant."

"A child... I can understand." Teacher Zou Ping said, "If he is sensible, he can no longer be called a child, and if he is sensible, he will not have to come to school again."

"Your school teachers will help a lot, and I will take care of them all." Cai Shijin said, "It's not easy for these two girls to work in the factory."

Teacher Zou nodded without making a comment, and understood everything.

It is now 1990, and more than ten years have passed since system reform and social opening up.In these ten years, some people have been going up, while others are going down.

Some people have stepped out of the gate of heavy industry enterprises, some have moved into new buildings, and some have already gone to sea and started to make a fortune; while some are still reluctant to part with the iron rice bowl in their hands, flipping through the grain, oil and non-staple food books every month. They stay in the hutongs of the old city without leaving their feet... This is a generation of middle-aged people who have gone through ups and downs and suddenly changed. , who doesn't understand?

……

This suddenly presents a watershed generation of middle-aged people, whose life path determines the future of their children.

After that, Zhou Yao didn't see Chen Jia for about a week.

It was already winter vacation, so he was called to stay at his grandparents' house for a short time, carrying a heavy schoolbag of winter vacation exercise books and copying homework, eating, drinking and having fun at his grandparents' house all day long, while catching up with homework.

As the New Year approaches, wave after wave of visits, New Year greetings, and gift giving come.No one who came was empty-handed. On the cabinets of his grandma’s house and on the floor of the room, there were piles of gift boxes of coffee, fruits, calendars, brand-name cashmere sweaters, cigarettes and wine.

Nestle, Ordos, Zhongnanhai, Moutai, Great Wall Cognac.

All kinds of Hong Kong-style milk pastry snacks are foreign brands from Hong Kong. After eating, he almost forgot what the earthy smell of roasted sweet potatoes and frozen persimmons is...

His grandma also took him to restaurants in the city and asked him what restaurants he likes to eat.

Zhou Yao said, "I really miss the western restaurants in Harbin...let's eat western food!"

"Miss that home?" his grandma said, "Do you still want to go back?"

"Well, I kind of thought about it," Zhou Yao said honestly, "Are all the friends I know at school who are playing with me over there?"

"You can also make friends in the school here, and the children in Beijing are enthusiastic, active, knowledgeable, and humorous!" His grandfather told him, "Is there any good fun?"

"Oh." Zhou Yao muttered in a low voice, wondering why his friends, tsk, didn't find such shining points as "enthusiasm", "active thinking", "knowledgeable" and "humor"!

Zhou Yao called to go to the western restaurant, so his grandma took him to Xisi's Dadi restaurant.The so-called "earth" is taken from the meaning of "the Great", that is, Peter the Great of Tsarist Russia.This is a long-established state-run western restaurant in the imperial capital, specializing in Russian dishes, and its reputation is second only to Lao Mo.

"How is it better than what you eat over there?" His grandma asked him with a smile, "Is it authentic?"

"It's worse than Harbin's, isn't it?" Zhou Yao said.

Pot stewed beef, butter chicken rolls, creamy borscht...it's okay.He has always been a child who is optimistic by nature, happy and easy-going, with a personality that is pleasing to himself and others. Although he has some nostalgia for his childhood and youth in another city, he is not too entangled. If he can't go back, he will go forward boldly.

"You may not be able to stay, hey." His grandma sighed, "Your parents' work relationship has not been formalized yet, and they want you to stay. After all, there is a good way to develop in Beijing in the future... But the issue of student status ,Why……"

Is that right, I may not be able to stay, maybe I will go back the same way next semester.

Zhou Yao buried his head and gnawed off a whole plate of buttered chicken legs.

In the afternoon, he came out with a big bag of snacks from his grandma's house, and packed them in one of those gift bags.It was inconvenient to squeeze the bus, and he couldn't sweep away all the goodies at his grandparents' house, so he picked his favorites, such as pineapple cakes, meringue rolls, liqueur cherry chocolate and the like.Do you think Chen Jia also likes to eat?

He came to play with Chen Jia with delicious food.The two of them usually met at school, and they didn't live together. If he didn't come to see Chen Jia, and if Chen Jia didn't go to see him in the Tuanjiehu dormitory compound, the two of them wouldn't see each other at all.

Cars come and go in the alley, and they are all visiting to greet the New Year.Zhou Yao was carrying a bright red paper gift bag, as if he was going to give a present to Chen Jia's mother when he came to pay a New Year's call.

He also "gifted" to his school head teacher and team counselors, and everyone gave them.On the desk in Teacher Zou's office, they collected a pile of calendars, piled up like a hill!In Zou Ping's house, it is estimated that every house, including the kitchen, balcony, and toilet, can hang a big wall calendar of beautiful movie stars, and then rotate a set every month, so that they can carry no duplicates throughout the year.

He went straight to Chen Jia's house. The door of the bungalow was locked and the windows were closed.Nobody, not at home.

Zhou Yao poked at the door for a while, and the aunt next door came out and told him, "His mother took him to grandma's house, and he might stay for a few more days."

Zhou Yao leaned on the window sill, and the window glass was covered with a layer of wonderful ice.He peered through the gap for a while, but he didn't intend to get in and rob and remove the TV, so he reached out and opened the latch in the dark, as Chen Jia taught him.

He opened the window, and there were three extra-large, especially red persimmons on the windowsill inside.

A small note was pressed under the persimmon, and from the angle of the window, Zhou Yao could see it right away.The note said: [Yaoyao, my mother let you eat persimmons, little tongue. 】

……

Zhou Yao exchanged "New Year's goods" with Chen Jia.

He poured out all the high-end snacks in his gift bag, stuffed them one by one through the window, and returned three big red persimmons.He borrowed a pen from the aunt next door, wrote a few more words on the back of the note, wrote his grandfather's phone number, and still pressed it on the window sill.

Could it be that his grandma couldn't afford persimmons for him to eat?

He has no shortage of persimmons, but the "little tongue" of the frozen persimmons given to him by classmate Chen Jia leaves a very crisp, wonderful and sweet taste on the tip of his tongue.

About two days later, he and his aunt came back from a relative's house to pay New Year's greetings, and his grandma told him: I have a call for you, Yaoyao.

"Who is looking for me?" Zhou Yao asked, "What did you say?"

"I guess it's your classmate, but if you don't tell me your name, why don't you tell me." His grandma said.

"Male and female?" Zhou Yao asked.

"Is this why female classmates are looking for you?" His aunt interrupted with a smile, her face full of confidence in her eldest nephew's expectations.

"No!" Zhou Yao immediately denied, "Are you sure it's a boy?"

"Boy, I didn't even tell you why I was looking for you," his grandma said seriously, "I just asked one more question about his name, whether he was in your class or outside school, and where did he call you? I'm so dead! Why are all the students like this now! It's not polite!"

Zhou Yao shook his shoulders happily, [-] complaints in his heart, Xiao Jiajia is going to scold the street, your family has so much nonsense that you can't keep your mouth shut.

……

Zhou Yao went to the small alley of the South Barracks again. This time he was very shrewd. He wandered around the house with the door locked, and went to see the cooperative of the machine tool factory.Machine tool factory No. [-], No. [-], No. [-], and No. [-]. Every large factory has an affiliated cooperative.A large number of residents and workers in the vicinity come to the cooperative for New Year shopping.This is equivalent to a "snack store" of a street neighborhood committee. The things are very cheap, and the non-staple food for the New Year is provided on the basis of the book.

The queue at the door of the store lined up for two miles, just to buy a box of authentic old Beijing pastries packed in a gift box.Zhou Yao was overjoyed when he saw it. The "Representatives of the Glorious Party" sent by every household were lined up here.

Standing in the cold wind, he saw the person he was looking for at a glance.Chen Jia was wearing a scarf, still without a hat, and turned her head to look at him quietly.Against the gray background, Chen Jia's eyes are pitch black that can suck people in...

Zhou Yao bared his teeth and made an expression, hum, I still have to find you, Grandpa.

Chen Jia was expressionless, and gestured, annoyed, the line is too long, come and accompany me in line.

Zhou Yao returned two "hygienic balls", who will accompany you in line?

Chen Jia stretched out her hand and gave him a middle finger.

Zhou Yao walked over with one step, wanting to push off Chen Jia's provocative finger, Chen Jia took advantage of the situation and dragged him into the endless queue, forcing Zhou Yao to stand by him in the wind for almost an hour ...

Chen Jia took Zhou Yao home to play after shopping for the new year's goods. The two walked shoulder to shoulder, looked at each other's uppers with lowered eyelids, and occasionally said a few words.

In the alley, I ran into a tall boy from the next yard, probably an acquaintance of Chen Jia. He poked his head around and yelled, "Yo——'Muffle Roll' is here?"

"Get out." Chen Jia replied without changing his face.

The boy seemed to be from the primary school attached to their machine tool factory, one grade higher, and he also lived in this alley, and followed Chen Jia to the door of his house to pick coal cores.

It was the first time Zhou Yao saw what was going on with the coal core.It was also the first time he knew that there were people in this alley who were poorer than Chen Jia and his family... It was already the 90s.

Qu Liandi is an accountant in the cafeteria of the machine tool factory. The reason why it is difficult to raise her son is because she is raising her son on her own. Her husband is not strong enough, and her mother's family is not in good condition. She often needs to help her, so she has a heavy burden.Half a child eats my old lady to death, it seems that she is stretched and difficult to care about.

The boy in the next yard is a single parent. After his mother died, he had only one father.The boy's father is a support worker in the machine tool factory, and his salary is one-third less than Qu Liandi's, and his family is extremely poor.

According to Zhou Yao's point of view, this day is so unbearable.There is a foreign-style stove in the middle of Chen Jia's house, which burns briquettes, and briquettes are also affordable.Every winter, Chen Jia borrows a three-wheeled scooter and goes to a nearby coal factory to buy honeycomb briquettes to take home.

And the boy's house is an old-fashioned stove that burns briquettes.What is a briquette? It is rubbed with a dustpan from the coal factory, rubbed some scattered coal ash, mixed with some water to make a large coal cake, and then cut into small pieces to make a "briquette" that can be burned.The boy often came to Chen Jia's place to pick up the briquettes left over from the burning of his house, and peeled off the layer of dust outside. The coal cores inside were still black, and the black ones could be taken back for "secondary use".

Chen Jia helped the other party knock out several pieces of burnt coal outside the house, pulled out the black coal core, and let the other party take it away.

The boy raised his head and glanced at Zhou Yao: "'Meringue', you haven't seen this before, have you?"

"Who is it?" Zhou Yao asked in an unfriendly manner.

The boy laughed angrily and left with his things.Zhou Yao turned around and slapped Chen Jia's face: "What did he call me?... What! Who is this person?!"

Chen Jia was also happy, and didn't answer, and was driven into the house by Zhou Yao.

"Who is this guy? I know you quite well, hum." Zhou Yao rolled his eyelids, "Did you eat the meringue roll I brought last time?"

"No, I didn't feed him." Chen Jia confessed, "It's the first grader, Tang Zheng, you also met him at school."

"I really thought you had no friends." Zhou Yao said.

It is true that Chen Jia has no friends anymore.He once helped his neighbor Tang Zheng go to the coal factory to pick up coal ash and slap coal cakes.In addition, the two fought with others in the alley together.

They belong to the same class, teammates in the same trench, and no one can look down on each other. In short, each other often becomes the object of "being insulted, damaged and ridiculed".

And Zhou Yao...

Zhou Yao is a beautiful "accident" he met in the snowflakes on a cold winter day.Zhou Yao is his real "friend".

They sat on the bed and ate snacks, roasted sweet potatoes on the foreign stove, and finally roasted a fresh fish that Chen Jiagang bought from the cooperative.

"It's over, it's over, your mother has to scold you, right?" Zhou Yao kept laughing, gloating, "I finally spent a lot of money to buy a fish, so let us grill it!"

"If you insist on roasting, eat it." Chen Jia said.

"The roast is so delicious, why is it so delicious?" Zhou Yao really didn't flatter it on purpose, "The craftsmanship is amazing, Master Chen."

Chen Jia just cut the fish in half, put it on with a wooden drill, sprinkled some salt, green onion and pepper noodles randomly, and roasted it on his stove.At that time, there were no restaurants with this type of cooking outside, but it was enjoyable.Later, it was grilled fresh fish with salt and pepper charcoal.

"My mother will come back later, what should I do?" Chen Jia looked at him and asked.

"Me, me, me," Zhou Yao smiled, "Because the non-staple food store is still open, I will spend money to buy another one later, will I make it up?"

"If you say it's your food, she'll have nothing to say, and say I can't eat it." Chen Jia said.

"Isn't it?" Zhou Yao restrained his smile, "Hey, you ran away about the chorus two days ago, and your mother didn't scold you later?"

The mother and son didn't have an overnight feud, let alone the mother and son who depended on each other for life, what are you scolding?Won't.

"No." Chen Jia said again, "You scolded me too, scolded me for knocking your hand."

"Call me for being rude to you, too arrogant, and say I bullied you." Chen Jia said.

"Ah..." Zhou Yao was slightly taken aback.

Chen Jia took his right hand, turned his wrist, and took a look.The red mark was gone long ago, and there was no injury.

"Kowtow to your little grandpa, I apologize, and forgive you once." Zhou Yao said lightly.

Chen Jia had a straight face.Who would someone like Chen Jia give in and apologize to?

It was impossible to apologize, so Chen Jia picked up the coal drill with which the briquettes were hooked just now, gestured, and handed it to Zhou Yao: If you don't forgive me, will you hit me too?

what?Zhou Yao glared at the man.

Chen Jia looked at him, as if this incident was very common, and took the iron chisel and smashed it on his left wrist with his backhand.

"I...fuck..." Zhou Yao was mentally prepared this time, he was familiar with Chen Jia once, even though he didn't want to have this kind of experience.He pulled Chen Jia's hand away in astonishment, not letting it hit him: "What are you doing?"

He hurriedly took out the iron chisel that made him always have lingering fears and threw it out the door.He has always hated that kind of thing.He couldn't bear the name Chen Jia. In the words of the Northeast, it was too tiger, a tiger forcing a young man.

I can't stand him coming over to look for this person all the time, and I can't understand why he is so distracted.

One is that there are not many playmates of the same age who are pleasing to his eyes in this city, so he is bored.Two is... there is no "two" anymore, for no other reason.Chen Jia is the "reason".

The two stared at each other with fierce eyes, and both felt that the other was "simply sick".After staring unhappily for a long time, Zhou Yao suddenly jumped up from the bed, with a smirk in his eyes, and stretched out a strong middle finger to poke the other's lower body...

The two fell directly on the bed and pressed together in a wrestling posture.

Chen Jia didn't push back and beat him up, lying on his back on the bed and being pinched several times, he kept smiling, which was an expression of apology.

Zhou Yao turned over slowly, and pushed Chen Jia's hair away: "Knock on the window frame, is it not broken?"

"If the skin is broken a little, it's already healed." Chen Jia said.

At that time, Zhou Yao guessed that the little note left on the window sill was that Chen Jia wanted to please my young master and insisted on saying "My mother will let you eat".But Chen Jia was stubborn and refused to admit that he was admitting his mistake.

"How do you know that I will come to you, and I will definitely open your window to see the note?" Zhou Yao asked with a smile.

Chen Jia didn't speak, but stared at the mottled and peeling ceiling.

……

They carefully understand each other, and they are also very afraid of hurting their flesh.

Zhou Yao later discovered that Chen Jia walked in school or mixed in on the street, that kind of out-of-group and solitary situation had gradually formed over the years.Chen Jia's temperament is cold, and he doesn't seem to be a good quarrel. The other children fought with this kid several times, but they couldn't fight and couldn't make sense, so they naturally avoided him. They became more and more distant, forming a block around them invisible wall.And Chen Jia is also happy to squat in this wall, never take the initiative to go out, unwilling to communicate with others.

That wall was his shell.