The young friends who met today, discussing the little story, laughing lightly. Flower children, bird children, spring light making people intoxicated, singing and laughing around the clouds. Ah, beloved friends, whose beautiful spring belongs to? Belongs to me, belongs to you, belongs to our 1980s new generation!
Ye Bei said, “I feel like in your previous life, you were definitely a non-ordinary woman, either a heroic woman, with long hair. You have a heroic spirit that makes people unable to like you. Your words are always sharp, giving me the impression of returning to the human world, searching everywhere, like a mountain village old man wearing a blue shirt.”
Jia Ru came out with both wings to protect Ye Bei, facing the woman’s voice: “I will not let go of these soft-hearted…”
Ye Bei’s chicken skin almost stood up, almost jumping into the pool, but he mentioned the mountain village old man, which made him feel weak, and could only push Jia Ru: “Don’t mess with me! I’m an innocent person.”
Jia Ru stopped, lowering her head to look at her own wings: the right hand was missing, the wound had shrunk into a meat-colored flower, like a very small meat package, and somewhat like a human belly. In the nest, people rely on the belly to absorb nutrients, slowly growing, and finally maturing. This summer’s belly had fallen off, and he felt he had separated from the past. This feeling was strange, five-flavored.
He gently touched that meat flower with his lips, very soft, soft like a newborn baby, not painful at all.
Ye Bei silently held his hand. First with one hand, then both hands together, gripping Jia Ru’s right hand extremely tightly. The seabirds had no steamed buns, spinning a few circles before flying away. The breath’s movement blew Jia Ru and Zhai Bei’s hair.
Jia Ru looked up at the seabirds’ shadows and said, “Why does this person look at life so lightly? He looks light, but different from the world. He has almost nothing, but the old sky lets him die. As a man, he hasn’t truly started his life.
Those who look can’t see, and those who see can’t look. That’s his entire life. Just like us, if the boat capsizes now, that would be our whole life. Su Chengchen and the little girl Xiao Qian looked at each other, and he himself was a sympathetic person. So the old man said, “Don’t get lost in the world, hurry back.”
“Do you think I’m suitable? Do I belong to that type of immortal?”
“Immortal? Come on. I’m not hitting you. I think I’m the kind of person who is basically immortal, not like you who are so fragile, not like Su Shi walking into the fire, I can generally live peacefully.”
“So what’s good about living to old age?”
“Nothing good. Just eat a bit more, laugh a bit more.”
Xia Jia took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He just smoked one. He didn’t care about the sea breeze, he was a bit hungry, opened one to eat, and handed the other half to Zhao Bei. Zhao Bei told us to put the piece next to the stove and go eat small pot rice noodles.
The pot on the fire was not much bigger than a bowl, made of red clay, a so-called small pot. There was high soup in the small pot. After the soup boiled, he added minced meat cloth, broad bean pods, sour vegetables, chili oil, and soy sauce, and finally put rice noodles in the pot. A bowl of small pot rice noodles was done. A subtle, just right bit of sour, fresh, sweet, and spicy taste, deeply in the middle of the road. When people eat until their bodies are full of soup, that’s the most comfortable time.
In the 1980s, there was a folk saying: Invisible battle lines, unprintable wool, unfinished rice noodles.
The invisible battle line is a 1980s imported film. In the early 1980s, people’s cultural life was relatively simple, so this “imported big film” was repeatedly watched countless times. The unprintable wool refers to the 1980s’ youth, whether young or old women, regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, wearing Sweater during this overly tight time. Or to show off to people, to show their craftsmanship, or to accumulate some wool for the elders. Rice noodles and these two things are famous.
Each holding a small pot, using a spoon to stir and eat, Xia Jia quickly ate half, Zhao Bei still carefully sitting on the stool, wrapping the rice noodles like a rice circle. The waiter brought two more bowls this summer.
Zhao Bei said: “You also open a rice shop, now that the mushrooms are ready.”
He still wanted to give Xia Jia a favor. This is Zhao Bei’s fault, the more you retreat, the more he advances. Deeply entering my Essence of retreat.
“Rice shop doesn’t make money, just a small business. I often chat with people in Beijing, they say even earning two-tenths is not like this now. Even ordinary salespeople are higher than this.”
“Food and beverage is a big deal. You’re better at selling meals and medicine than making a profit of over fifty percent. But food and beverage is stable. I have many relationships on the ground that I can introduce to you, you can rest assured, give the district a little tax and GDP, then after five years, go to the People’s Congress or Political Consultative Conference, your path will be a small private enterprise, quite good. I’m also trying to find a job. This way, when money earns forty to fifty years old, you can be a figure in the city. At that time, the old man’s children will shine. We won’t be afraid of men’s power.”
“How are you getting along with the wool boss?” Xia Jia asked Zhao Bei. Zhao Bei used a spoon in the rice noodles to stir, mixing the whole pot into red soup. Xia Jia said: “If you can’t just borrow like this, the corner is small now, but in a few years it will be a big deal. These two women want to stand up, if it’s really a son like this, I don’t believe it.”Han Jiezhi is quite calculating. Picture rights, graphics, color, picture publication time, picture children, picture legality – what picture do you want? She says there’s nothing to picture, she’s definitely like this. Let me tell you, she will definitely stand up, Song Ruoyi might not have failed. Do you know why? Ruojiao is going upward, Song Ruoyi is going downward. She believes that one starting point is too low, one starting point is too high, so Ruojiao’s fate is better than Song Ruoyi’s.”
“What about Su Xiaoruo?”
“Su Xiaoruo is fundamentally a central figure.”
“Me?”
“You? I’ve thought about you. When future interviewers ask you, what’s the deepest feeling about the success of your family’s entrepreneurship? You’ll definitely say, grateful to society’s various circles for helping me. Making me grow from a child to an entrepreneur. You’ve been going upward too, haven’t you? Don’t you feel it?”
“Sometimes high, sometimes low. Overall, it’s high.”
Zhao Bei drank light rice soup, leaving a trace of red oil on the edge. Zhao Bei pulled out paper from the lunch box, pressed it on his mouth, and the sound emerged through the paper, slightly blurry: “I’ve always felt you’re hard to trust. So you’re hard to make a decision. But Song Ruoyi is an example. I mean, when you’re all old, just do a companion. Besides you, she won’t have deep emotional connections with other men.”
Zhao Bei put down the paper, turning a few pages in the plate without consciousness, “Twenty years. Most human interactions happen in schools, and it’ll be hard to have connections later. Now with friends, resources shift, doors close, what month follows what month. When retired, friends will gradually be left with only old wives.”
Jia Zhu ate his second rice noodles. He ate quickly, covering his face with the rice cake, showing no expression, only the left hand’s small finger moving, compared to other living fingers, the last meat joint appeared unusually quiet.
