Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

In the cold wind, Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia were wearing thick down jackets and their teeth were still chattering from the cold. For Chang Leyun, who was sitting on the stage with half exposed shoulders and playing the piano with an intoxicated appearance I am very impressed.

Today is the grand day for the listing of the D3 Art and Creative Park in North Suzhou, and Ning Xiaobei and his team also came to join in the grand event.

I originally thought that the speeches of the leaders at all levels on the stage would be over in 10 minutes at most, but who knew that those leaders would be more eloquent than each other.The opening remarks of everyone who came up are: Let me just say a few words...

But how can it be so "simple" to be a leader? I can't wait to turn the opening ceremony into a speech contest. Several people together talked for almost an hour.

"Ding Zheyang, aren't you cold? Let's go."

Fan Xia poked the arm of Ding Zheyang who was standing on the right.Ding Zheyang, who was so cold that he couldn't help sniffing his nose, nodded, and shook his head in embarrassment.

"At least let's talk about it after Lele finishes... And there will be star performances later, I want to take pictures."

As he spoke, he raised the camera around his neck, his nose was red like a carrot.

Today Ding Zheyang came with a mission. He wanted to help Wang Qingyu take pictures of the stars on stage.It would be even better if you can take pictures of the background.If Sister Wang hadn't returned to school today, she would have killed her in person.

Today's opening ceremony is said to have invited many big-name Hong Kong and Taiwan stars to perform on stage. Chang Leyun and the violin players are just playing the stage, and the real actors are behind.

Fan Xia and Ning Xiaobei didn't know who those celebrities were, but judging from the tsunami they saw at the door just now, a group of little girls holding lamps and cards in their hands shouted like a tsunami. , After all, the current stars are still real, and the concept of "traffic star" does not exist yet.

"I can't take it anymore, the boss and I will go out first."

Fan Xia stomped his legs twice and decided to retreat indoors.He doesn't chase stars, and his ears are calloused after hearing Chang Leyun's violin for so many years, why should he suffer for nothing?

Today's opening ceremony does not sell tickets to the public, and only invited guests can come in.Thanks to Chang Leyun's blessing, Ding Zheyang took an invitation letter.As for Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia, they came with their parents.

Not for anything else, but for this art and creative park, which is the original No. [-] Leather Shoe Factory!

The Third Leather Shoe Factory has experienced several twists and turns since its closure in the 90s.It has been taken over by foreign companies and private owners.However, with the promulgation of various environmental protection orders, the factories in the city center have moved to the suburbs and other places. This once extremely prosperous factory has finally come to an end and has become an abandoned vacant lot, which has been closed for many years.

In order to welcome the World Expo in 2010, the whole of Shanghai has now become a large construction site.On both sides of the Huangpu River, there are tall buildings rising from the ground everywhere, and the roads have been built and repaired.Mrs. Ning seldom went out a few times, but every time she felt that this Shanghai was becoming less and less familiar.

Along the old industrial belt along the Suzhou Creek, hundreds of old factory buildings that bear the history of Shanghai workers' struggle for a century, except for some that have been transformed into museums, most of them fell under the rumbling bulldozers.

The leather shoe factory is very lucky. Their old factory manager couldn't bear to destroy these old buildings, and has been working hard for it since the past few years.He raised funds to redecorate the old factory building, divided it into studios, and rented it out to teachers and students of the Academy of Fine Arts at very low prices, and finally called a group of artists to set up camp here.Gradually, this creative park has gained some fame in the art world of the Yangtze River Delta, and many literary and artistic pioneers have emerged.

The workshop where the machines used to rumble has become a studio, and the canteen where the workers used to eat has become a piano room. Some people make sculptures here, some do installation art here, some show old movies here, and some play music in the middle of the night here. book club.

Through acquaintances, some time ago, a Hong Kong boss was willing to invest in rebuilding this park, integrating the scattered studios, expanding and renovating several vacant factories, and funding a youth art center. home items.

As a result, this dilapidated old factory was completely reborn from the ashes, and it gained the attention of the district and the city.The park, which has not had an official name for several years, was finally officially listed today, named Shanghai North Suzhou Creek D3 Creative Park——D3, which means the third leather shoe factory.

From the cotton garment factory of Japanese capitalists in old Shanghai, to the leather shoe factory of the new Chinese people, to the art park today, these red brick houses have witnessed the vicissitudes of Shanghai for a century.

For this reason, the old factory manager called back many of the original employees, and wanted them to see how the leather shoe factory is now full of vitality.

Therefore, not only the big boss in Hong Kong, but also Ning Jianguo, Zhao Jingwen, Xiao Sun and others were listening to the leader's speech in the audience today.Even Ma Zhiguo, the stabbing head, has come. He is now the big boss of the Seafood City, which is different from the past.

As for Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia, they used their identities as family members to take a bath back then, and now they can also come in to participate in the opening ceremony because of their identities as family members.

The two left the small square quietly, and started to stroll along the route they remembered.

Most of the old buildings are preserved, still with red walls and gray tiles, but strange signs are hung on the door.Just find a room and poke your head in, only to see paintings on the walls and various sculptures on the cabinets, but no one is there.Artists are casual, not afraid of someone stealing things.

There are no workers in blue overalls, no roar of machines, and the silence here is so strange that people feel strange.

"Wow, isn't this the original bathhouse? Boss, do you still remember that we used to take a bath here when we were young?"

Walking to a tall building behind the parking lot, Fan Xia couldn't help pulling Ning Xiaobei's shoulder.

"You are not allowed to jump in the queue, and you are not allowed to jump in the queue. Is it a family member? Whose family members of Nong come in to take a bath? Let Nong's family come to recognize people."

"Hey, isn't this kid shy when he's too old to take a shower in the women's bathroom?"

Squinting his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the auntie administrator with a red armband on her waist, standing at the door directing order.But the continuous, family-carrying team has disappeared.

It was like a dream.

Walking into the hall of the bathroom, the two rows of wooden benches that were once placed in the center of the hall to separate the men's and women's bathrooms have long since disappeared, replaced by a huge statue of the goddess of art.

A crystal chandelier hangs from the three-meter-high ceiling, reflecting the sculpture in such a way that it is impossible to look directly at it.

Ning Xiaobei asked Fan Xia if there was such a headlight here before?Fan Xia said that he didn’t remember, but when he walked in before, he felt foggy, as if he was wearing a pair of reading glasses, the lighting was good, and the voice was good, everything became slow under the steam wrapping, hazy.

And how small they were then, only as high as a grown-up's waist-eye.

Standing in the long queue, apart from the green tiles on the ground, all you can see is the adult’s ass|buttocks, the adult’s waist, and the long braids dragged behind the female workers and the bags they carried in their hands. A colorful net bag with toiletries, blue seagull shampoo and red bee flower conditioner.

Art is gender-neutral, so they can no longer tell whether they are in the men's bathroom or the women's bathhouse.

As far as the eye can see are all kinds of incomprehensible paintings and sculptures.Some are colorful, some are evil, some are black and white, and some are chaotic.Only the royal blue mosaic floor tiles on the ground and the Roman marble columns inserted into the dome can slightly evoke their childhood memories.

Bare buttocks, the little boys chased and beat between the pillars, fell down, and slid all the way into the hot pool, and were pulled out by some uncle or uncle by the hair and scolded-of course, This is Fan Xia's memory.

Ning Xiaobei always followed Ning Jianguo very obediently, rubbing his father's back and listening to his uncles talking about the mountains.

Suddenly, Ning Xiaobei pointed to the largest wall in the north, and excitedly patted Fan Xia on the shoulder.

In the men’s bathhouse, where the scene of Mount Fuji in Japan was first painted, it was painted into a big white wall after liberation, and now a huge painting is hung on it.

The scenery painted on the wall is so familiar, layers of frosty leaves, green pools of water, clouds and mists, jagged rocks, a brook passing through the stones, the reddish stone slabs, like a beautiful woman's dress - this is not Is it Gu Kaige's hometown?

"Hello, both of you. This is the work of our chief art consultant. What do you think?"

It may be that the two of them were too excited and attracted the staff next to them.A girl in a black suit and high heels stepped forward to ask.

"Chief Art Advisor? Who is he?"

Ning Xiaobei asked curiously.

Who can express Nadanshan Chishui so vividly?

The girl gave up half of her body, and Ning Xiaobei looked in the direction.

A man wearing a gray jacket and a beret of the same color was standing behind the small door smoking a cigarette, talking to the man beside him impatiently.The overly long hair covered most of his face, but Ning Xiaobei still recognized him at a glance.

"Teacher Peng?"

Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia shouted in unison.

The man was startled, and subconsciously threw and stomped the cigarette on the ground, and then realized that he was no longer a teacher, and this was not a school.

"It's really Teacher Peng."

Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia stepped forward.

Peng Yue is still the same sleepy as before, hating the appearance of the whole world, but his clothes are obviously different from before.Wearing a famous brand, he did not have the downcast air of an otaku art student, like a canary kept in a paulownia birdcage wrapped in brocade, with a bit of hostility in his arrogance.And because of his hostility, he became even more ostentatious, with an awkward beauty.

"Yo, are you really a teacher? I thought you were bragging to the old man."

The man standing next to him said with disdain that his hair was a little longer than Chang Leyun's, and his face was beautiful, but his expression was too ferocious.

"roll."

Peng Yue said bluntly.

The long-haired man sneered, his eyes wandered between Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia, he stroked his long hair, and walked away reluctantly.

The three of them were a little embarrassed for a while, but in the end it was Peng Yue who spoke first.

"You may not know that I am no longer a teacher. Are you all right? Are you... still in contact with Mr. Gu? Is he all right?"

He knew that these two students were once Gu Kaige's lovers, so he couldn't wait to ask about his whereabouts.

"Teacher Gu is very nice. We went to his hometown a few years ago... that's where he is."

Ning Xiaobei pointed to the giant mural, "Mr. Peng, you..."

Ning Xiaobei wanted to ask him how he was doing during this time, but when the words came to his lips, seeing Peng Yue's sad expression, he swallowed them anyway.

What else can he do?That's what it looks like in front of you, it's just a canary bird.

"Have you been to Dalan Town?"

Peng Yueqiang cheered up and smiled, "Do you think I draw well?"

"Well, it's so beautiful, even more beautiful than the actual scenery."

Fan Xia said realistically.

During the few days when they went to the mountains, the weather was too good during the day, and the sun fell on the earth without any scruples.Although the mountains and rivers are beautiful, it lacks a bit of fairy air covered by clouds and mountains.

Mr. Peng's paintings are different. They are still the mountains and rivers, but they appear ethereal because of the fog, like a fairyland in a fairyland.

"That's right, I haven't been there. I just heard him say... I drew it according to the scenery he described."

Teacher Peng lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "I won the award unexpectedly."

This huge work cannot be completed overnight.

Ning Xiaobei can imagine how the two of them talked one by one and drew one by one. Peng Yue used the tip of his pen to restore Kaige's dream hometown bit by bit, creating a place more fairyland than fairyland.

At that time, they must have loved each other very much...

"Xiao Yue, a friend is here."

At this moment, a man in a white suit with a "special guest" flower on his chest came over and spoke Mandarin with a Cantonese accent.

The man's appearance is quite handsome, and his figure is also tall and straight. His well-maintained face makes it impossible to guess his age at once, but the faint age spots on the hand holding the wine glass and the wrinkles on the neck still reveal some years Mark of.

Ning Xiaobei rolled his eyes and immediately guessed his identity.

"These two are..."

The old man's eyes lit up suddenly when he saw Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia.Especially the way he looked at Ning Xiaobei, as if he lit a fire out of thin air.

Some people are older than others, and they like young and beautiful children.After being with them for a long time, it seems that I have absorbed some vitality of life and become fresh and refreshed.The man in front of him was like this. He continued his old life by absorbing the spirit of young people.

Ning Xiaobei raised her chin haughtily and stared at him sternly.

Unexpectedly, this move made the old man's eyes brighter.The prickly rose is more convincing than the dodder.

"They are my former students."

Peng Yue also saw the man's intentions, he frowned, stepped forward halfway between the two of them, and said to the man, "Let's go, didn't you say that some sculpture is going to be unveiled, it's almost time."

In front of these two students, Peng Yue still wanted to maintain his dignity as a teacher for the last time.

"Hey, why don't you introduce me? It's also good to meet young friends."

The man insisted on staying and talking.

"I said it all, they are my students, students!"

Peng Yue's suddenly raised voice echoed in the auditorium transformed from this bathroom.

Over and over again, the sound hit the picture on the wall, as if it was stained with the mist of the fairyland, or touched the water vapor left over from more than ten years ago, and it became wet.

"Hey, okay, what a petty temper. Let's go, to unveil the curtain."

The man thought it was a little lover who was jealous, grabbed Peng Yue's hand, and patted the back of his hand lovingly.

It's like a grandfather holding his grandson's hand.

Peng Yue turned his head and took one last look at the two of them, revealing a sad smile.

The tear mole in front of his eyes seemed to have really turned into a drop of tears, falling in the invisible water vapor.

"Xiaobei, in the world you came to, did you hear about Mr. Peng? Did he really become a famous artist?"

Fan Xia put his arms around Ning Xiaobei's shoulders, lowered his head and asked.

When hearing the "story" Ning Xiaobei said for the first time, Fan Xia felt that either Ning Xiaobei was crazy or he was crazy.

But what he said was so polite and orderly, and those things that have happened or not happened are so reasonable.

He even predicted the number of gold medals and the champion of the 110-meter hurdles for the Chinese team in the Sydney Olympics this year... a young man from Shanghai named Liu Xiang, who would set off an unprecedented Chinese whirlwind on the field.

God knows that Ning Xiaobei doesn't like sports at all, and he doesn't care about hurdles, but he speaks so convincingly that Fan Xia has no choice but to believe it.

Ning Xiaobei shook his head silently.

He has no research on the art world, and it is unclear whether Mr. Peng will have a place in the Shanghai art circle 17 years later.

However, he remembers very clearly that almost a year later, the news that a wealthy Hong Kong businessman died of AIDS shocked the literary and art circles at that time, and made many celebrities in the three places on both sides of the Taiwan Strait feel insecure.All kinds of rumors are rampant, and many artists have since disappeared.

I just don't know if Mr. Peng escaped that catastrophe.

The celebration reception that night was very lively. Of course, this is not the cold reception at the Magnolia Hotel that the district leaders and wealthy businessmen from Hong Kong attended.It was placed in Lao Ma Seafood City, and it belonged to the reunion reception of the old workers of the third leather shoe factory.

All the former colleagues and old friends came, the factory director, the workshop director, the retired old master, the old Liu from the guard room, the disciples and grandchildren of Ning Jianguo, and the wife of Lao Ma.

"Jianguo is a blessing. My son was admitted to such a good university. Compared with Xiaobei, my little bastard is in the same place. He can only sell yellow croakers and hairy crabs with his father."

Ma Zhiguo's wife had fashionable curly hair permed and smiled while holding a glass of wine.Both the husband and wife had a gold chain as thick as a finger on their heads and necks, and red gold fortune-telling rings on their hands. Their bodies shone with golden light, and they were full of momentum.I can't even imagine how she used to mess around in the director's office for a set of welfare housing back then.

"Zhao Jingwen, why are you still single? Do you want me to introduce someone to Lennon? Don't be too picky. Lennon really thinks he is Fei Xiang."

Madam Zheng, the chairman of the trade union, has been actively involved in community affairs since she retired, and she is especially keen on helping matchmakers. Just like how she wanted to introduce female textile workers to Ning Jianguo back then, now she wants to matchmaker Zhao Jingwen.

"Xiaobei! Xiaoxia! Come here, listen to Uncle Zhao sing a song for you,"

In order to get rid of Madam Zheng's entanglement, Zhao Jingwen pulled on his tie and half-truly started to drink madly, "Young friends, come to meet today. Ditch the boat, and the warm wind blows gently..."

Uncle Zhao looks like Fei Xiang, and he sings just as well as Fei Xiang, and his voice is even more magnetic when he is drunk.

The old colleagues beat the beat and sang along.

"Ah dear friends, who does the wonderful springtime belong to? It belongs to me, it belongs to you, it belongs to our new generation in the 80s..."

Yes, what a high-spirited generation they were once.

"Dad, are you happy?"

Ning Xiaobei put his arm around Ning Jianguo's shoulder, who was already a little drunk, and asked in his ear.

"happy."

Ning Jianguo nodded, shaking his shoulders following the rhythm of the singing, "I have no regrets in my life. With you, him, and Xiaoxia accompanying me. Mommy is here too, and now even the leather shoe factory has been saved. I'm so happy..."

"Dad..."

Ning Xiaobei couldn't help wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

Just like when he was a child, as long as he rests on his father's shoulders, he will not be afraid of anything.

"Xiaobei, where are you going?"

Seeing Ning Xiaobei suddenly let go of Uncle Ning to go outside, Fan Xia hastily followed.

The chorus behind him continued.

"We will meet again in 20 years, how beautiful the great motherland will be. The sky will be new and the earth will be new, and the spring will be brighter. The cities and villages will be more glorious..."

"Fan Xia, I should go."

As Ning Xiaobei said, he put on the handrail leading to the balcony.

"Ning Xiaobei!"

Although he knew that this day would come sooner or later, Fan Xia still couldn't help shouting, "Will we meet? Will we really meet?"

Xiaobei said that there was no him in this world, he was from another world, and he came here to save Uncle Ning and fulfill his wish.

Now that Uncle Ning's wish has come true, he is leaving, 17 years later.

At this moment, Fan Xia felt that he was Yang Guo who was left on the cliff, and Ning Xiaobei was the little dragon girl who jumped off the Valley of Unrequited Love.He endured the pain of thousands of arrows in his heart, and wanted to watch the person he loved the most in his life leave.

Xiaolongnv and Yang Guo finally met after 16 years, but what about herself and Xiaobei? Will they really meet again after 17 years?Will there be himself in his world?

Letting go of the armrest, Ning Xiaobei threw himself into Fan Xia's arms, raised his head, and gave him a deep, deep kiss.

It seems that they want to completely melt these 11 years into this kiss, as if they want to make up for the separation of the next 17 years. They are so devoted, their souls are dissolved, their hearts and blood are dissolved, and their bone marrow turns into saliva on each other. exchanged in their mouths, you have me, and I have you.

"Fan Xia, I love you."

"I love you, I love you..."

He opened his eyes and kissed his eyebrows, his cheek, and the handsome face of his 19-year-old lover, wanting to engrave this face in his memory forever.

"Ning Xiaobei, remember me, don't forget me."

Tears rolled down Fan Xia's cheeks, Ning Xiaobei caught them with his lips.

"I'll be back soon."

He said.

"wait for me."

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The door of time opened, and behind the door was Ning Xiaobei's apartment.

"Stop screaming, hurry up and have breakfast, and go to the hospital to pick up someone later. Uncle Ning is really unlucky. He went to check his heart on a regular basis and was blocked by the hospital. Fortunately, the quarantine was lifted today. This new crown epidemic is really troublesome. know when it's over..."

Ning Xiaobei walked out of the bathroom and saw that Fan Xia had already made the sheets.While talking in a rambling manner, he opened the window of the room.

The morning sun in winter sprinkled into the house, illuminating the room brightly.

The sun fell on Ning Xiaobei's face, he first hesitated for a few steps, then ran into the living room as if remembering something.

It was still Fan Xia's usual style, a table full of desserts, for fear that Ning Xiaobei would not be full.

The wine bottles and taverns that he threw on the ground last night were all gone, and the ground was neatly tidied up.

Fan Xia's camel hair coat, which was wet by him, was hanging on the balcony, receiving the sunshine at the moment.

But all of this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is...

Ning Xiaobei turned his head and looked up at the bookshelf——

The place where Ning Jianguo's portrait was once placed still has the same photo frame, but the photos in the frame are completely different.

That was the group photo he took for his father and Uncle Zhao on the opening day of grandma's "Qingxia Canteen".In the photo, Dad and Uncle Zhao are wearing two custom-made suits, one black and one white.

And next door to this photo, I don’t know when there is another photo frame, which is a group photo of him and him at the Wangkai Photo Studio on Nanjing Road on the day of his father’s [-]th birthday, but besides himself, there are more Uncle Zhao and Fan Xia.

A picture of two people turned into four people.

Dad is alive, dad is really alive!

Ning Xiaobei closed his eyes, covered his face with his hands, his uncontrollable ecstasy made him cry loudly.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Fan Xia ran over in panic, putting his hands on Ning Xiaobei's trembling shoulders.

Before the words were finished, a pair of hot lips pressed against her, carrying what seemed to be only a moment, and it seemed that 16 years had passed.

Mountains and seas were overwhelmed, hills and mountains collapsed, and the spirit was dyed to the bone, submerged in the marrow of the bone.

Fan Xia was taken aback for a moment, then responded without hesitation.

Outside the door, two elderly men wearing masks slowly got off the elevator and walked along the corridor.

"Jianguo, let me tell you, Xiaoxia is just making a fuss. It's not like I can't drive now, so I still need them to pick you up? I brought you back by myself. If you want me to say this time, you can move back with me. Tongzilou, I heard that an elevator will be installed in Gonggong Xincun, so it will be more convenient to live in in the future.”

The man next to Zhao Jingwen nodded. Although the cut-cut hair that had been kept for many years was stained with frost, he was still handsome and in good spirits. He was a handsome old man.

Seven or eight white pigeons flapped their wings and flew past the windows of tall buildings, and the whistles tied to their tails made crisp sounds.A feather floated in from the window and landed on the shoulders of the two who were kissing inseparably in the room.

"Xiaobei, Xiaoxia, we are back."

In order to surprise the two children, the two old urchins pushed the door silently, but unexpectedly ran into the scene in front of them...

"Fan Xia!"

Zhao Jingwen yelled loudly, and the luggage bag in his hand fell to the ground.

Where's my feather duster!

The author has something to say:

Rubbing my hands, I'm sorry, I didn't have time to finish the first part of the episode, and there is only one update today.I ate too many hairy crabs and ran my stomach wildly.The tiger fell to the ground and kowtowed!I promise there will be sweet little cookies tomorrow!I swear!

D3 Creative Park does not exist. The real art and creative park by the Suzhou River is the M50 Art Park at No. 50 Moganshan.This used to be the No.12 wool spinning factory in Shanghai, where my mother worked, and also my childhood paradise.Thanks to the old factory manager for running around, it avoided the fate of being demolished, and it still exudes vitality.After graduating from university, I changed jobs a few times, and unexpectedly worked in M50 for several months.

Because of the epidemic, I can't go out for travel very much this year. When autumn first came, I took my mother back to visit the old factory, and my mother said excitedly.The bathhouse is no longer the original bathhouse, but the toilet is still the original toilet, hahaha... This is the source of inspiration for this article, commemorating those old alleys and old buildings that cannot be returned, and the fiery 80s youth of the parents years.

Tomorrow will be a side story, and this time there will be a lot of side stories~~ Mr. Gu, Yang Yang, grandma, Lao Zhao and Dad will all talk about it.See you tomorrow!