Chapter 71

Some people say that the Yao and Mac combination has surpassed the OK combination and successfully ranked second in the league's best duo in history. He has no worries about who the champion is. According to my estimate, it can only be the trembling Jordan and Pippen.

This is a bit exaggerated and it means to use East Lake as the Pacific Ocean.

However, Yao and Mai are indeed stable, and their performance a while ago was indeed eye-catching, with averaging 55 per game, and a big double-double rebound and assists that helped the team secure a playoff spot five games ahead of schedule.

In the first round of the playoffs, the Rockets actually played two away games in a row. The momentum was a little fierce, which made the fools feel a little dry.

On a gloomy afternoon at the end of April, Li Junqi jumped out without anyone noticing.

After watching on the sidelines for a while, after shouting a few times, he threw me a bottle of water.

I asked him to play for a while, but the fellow villager curled his lips, touched his bald head, and jumped back to the green field.

To be honest, the new hairstyle is good, and if you wear a blindfold, you will look like a ninja turtle.

On the way back, I ran into this guy again at the entrance of the track and field.

He was slamming the ball like a silly and asked me what I had plans for May Day.

I really had no plans, so I shook my head.

He asked me if I had been to 422.

I said no.

He invited me to play on 422.

I asked what 422 is so funny.

He picked up the ball and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After a while, he said: Think about it, there is really nothing to be fun about.

This roller coaster is so hard to pick up.

So he took it by himself and said that he was busy sketching recently, going anywhere, doing everything, and being exhausted.

No wonder I didn't see you playing basketball.That's all I can say.

Playing ball or fighting?He tilted his mouth, looking constipated.

Depend on.

The last time I fought, I was very unhappy and was pulled away by Chen Chen without making a few moves. But Liangzi was considered a matter of being in trouble, so I naturally had nothing to say when I met on the court. This was a pragmatic move, because if I really made up my mind, I would definitely be in chaos.

Strangely, I never saw Fifteen again since then.

Those who are pussy, just do it.He finally opened his tilted mouth, and the acne on his cheeks looked much more three-dimensional.

I smiled and didn't say anything.I thought it was raining, but it didn't.

Chen Chen was happy, and he didn't even have to attend classes. He drove around all day long, comparing to me as an old man... Li Junqi suddenly sighed, like a sad donkey.

Yes or no?

That's right, he held the ball and stood firm. It took two or three seconds to raise his eyebrows dramatically. He is in Pinghai now, as if his grandfather's 80th birthday.

Lao Chongde almost blurted out the words, but fortunately it got stuck in time.

I really don't like this topic.

The idiots walked further and further away, and had already bypassed the pebble road and turned into the small garden.

I think it's time to say goodbye to my fellow villagers.

Unexpectedly, Li Junqi said it himself. He shot the football twice, approached me with his face, and whispered: Old people value virtue, but old people don’t have a heart.

After saying that, he took a step back, stammering his neck and making a smile, but no sound was made.

I could only laugh.

He was so old that he was around him... He rapped the racket and then raised his eyebrows for a while. He had never lacked the big girl and the little wife...

I don’t remember any neurological problems with this fellow villager, but why do I have to raise my eyebrows after shaving my hair?

Honestly, very lewd.

So with his words, several lewd and disgusting scenes appeared in front of me, such as the well-known old cadres and young nurses fighting for room pots.

Almost instantly, I found myself surrounded by the smell of urine.

Before breaking up, Li Junqi said that he was working on a portrait project and wanted to draw as many random portraits of people. He must give me one when he has free time in two days.

I nodded and didn't say anything. Maybe I was a little distracted.

The sky was cloudy like a huge cyst. I felt that the next second I would be filled with pus and burn all of us to the point of being completely exhausted.

Last Thursday morning, on the bus back to Pingyang, I called Niu Xiuqin and was hung up after four or five times.

When she was about to arrive at school, she came back. I thought she would say some polite words between adulterers and mistresses, and she would joke in the tone of an elder. However, she asked directly: What's wrong? At that time, I had just woken up from my drowsiness, and I felt that my stomach was burning severely. I didn't explain what's wrong. It was not until the bus station that I asked her if she had been to Pingyang for a meeting again.

Niu Xiuqin was a little confused.

I had to further remind her: At the meeting, did you go to Pingyang for a meeting again last Saturday?

After hesitation, I added you guys.

Niu Xiuqin smiled, and the sound of swallowing the air was like a cry for help in a ghost movie, which made the girl beside her look sideways frequently.

After laughing enough, the aunt said: I'm still thinking about it!

His voice is inexplicably sharp and extremely penetrating.

What else can I do besides holding my phone tightly?

It was like this that she stopped laughing for a long time and said several times in succession, but I didn't go, your mother, the leader, and the drama association.

I said oh, there was someone dancing yangge at the entrance of the Water Conservancy Bureau, and the gongs and drums were noisy.

I came back the same day. You are just active, are you tired?I didn't say it earlier, your mother and him... She lowered her voice, she had already stopped, sure.

Sure enough, the rain was heavy and light for three consecutive days, but the outdoor activities were basically ruined.

Taking advantage of this time, I sorted out a large stack of files and files and put them in a file. I didn’t even wait for Lao He to urge me. It can be said that it is difficult for me to admire it or not.

Unexpectedly, Lao He still publicly reminded me during the meeting that my work was finally completed among everyone.

When she said this, she paced around the classroom like a hurry, and stopped when she arrived at me.

I can only pretend not to hear it.

Various forms, files, and information summary were wrapped in several kraft paper bags, and tied two turns with hemp rope. It was as thick as a piece of thousand-layer cake that was about to break the Guinness record, and there were probably more than two or three thousand pages.

Old He hugged it back to the podium like a son. Then, he knocked it on the podium and knocked it again and again. The dust rose, and she announced: Let's start the topic.

Not to mention anything else, her action looks really satisfying.

On Saturday, the last day of April, Lao He called me and urged me to choose topics and report them quickly.

I said how to choose, isn’t it just an economic analysis of the land system? How can I choose?

Old He laughed loudly.

I had no choice but to ask Teacher He to let me go.

Old He became serious and said: Yan Lin, Yan Lin, is my project team going to eliminate you like this?

I hurriedly said no, but I couldn't tell what it was.

Unexpectedly, Lao He smiled again and turned his back and pondered for a while faster than flipping a book. She said: Is it not Ah to let you go or not.

This is too blatant.

My mother called and asked me when I would go back, but I said I didn’t know.

I really don't know.

There is no Midi again on May Day this year. Some say it is because they are afraid of SARS, and some say it is because Zhang Fan’s talks with the Chaoyang District Government collapsed. In short, for us, there is less of the hardship of running back and forth.

As for the Golden Week, where to go to play is not a question of too many people or whether they are tired or not, but poor.

Besides, I have never been interested in mountains, rivers and rivers.

On May Day, I spent the morning of merrying in the rehearsal room. While I was having a meal at the time of playing and making fun of it, Wang Weichao called, so at his kind invitation, I took Chen Yao back to Pinghai.

My mother was very surprised by Chen Yao's arrival and diligently provided us with advice and planned our trip route. She said she really should take some time to play with us for a day.

I said forget it, yes, that familiar smile always makes me absent-minded and can't feel refreshed at all.

What does it count?

She was a little unhappy.

I quickly smiled and said it was unnecessary, Wang Weichao had all planned it.

Wang Weichao’s plan was to go to Dayangou first, and if you want to reach the top, you would go to the temple, then go to the valley, fish, play drifting, and taste some farm stays. Then this is the normal tour. He suggested that we go to the southwest foot of the primeval forest. As we all know, there is no development yet. It is camping, barbecue, and maybe we can fight a roe deer, a beheaded wolf, etc.!

This pussy is very excited.

Wang Weichao said it a little exaggeratedly. It is possible that the roe deer is, and the wolf is probably just a legend.

But even so, the plan is not suitable to tell the mother in full.

The family had a meal in the commercial street that night. Chen Yao blushed throughout the whole process, so well-behaved that I couldn't bear to look at her.

When I came out of the hotel, my mother secretly pulled me aside, stuffed me a thousand dollars, and asked in a low voice if it was enough.

Although I was embarrassed, I accepted it all. I sniffed, nodded, and didn't even put a single fart.

My mother never forgot to remind her: Don’t eat randomly.

In fact, it didn't cost much, or it couldn't be spent at all. There were too many people in Dayangou, so we went directly to the valley. As a result, there were quite a few people there, so we didn't talk about fishing, and we made a drift to several dozens of times. The scene was spectacular. Those who didn't know would think they were going to the bathhouse to scrub the bath.

After a meal, the fools went straight to the primeval forest.

With Wang Weichao’s girlfriend, Yicheng Qi, I can’t say whether this woman is the original one.

In less than three hours, the two red cloth strips and human garbage on the road disappeared. Apart from the chirping of birds and insects, there was only the heavy creaking sound under your feet, and the air was filled with a rotten smell of earth. Everyone became inexplicably cautious when they spoke.

Looking back, the winding path seems to have never existed among the towering trees. Perhaps except for the occasional sunshine, we are far away enough from life.

It was also at this moment that I suddenly realized that I had come to the right place this time.

Despite the fact that we were very familiar with this area, we were still confused several times, and were shocked and stumbled, and finally we passed through the valley before it was dark and reached an open valley.

It took more than two hours to set up camp, and I had to stop and eat something in the middle. I had no experience in camping and I was even more incompetent with the rented tents.

It was almost midnight when I fetched water, washed my hands, set up a stove, caught a fire, and waited for the barbecue.

Fortunately, the wine, meat, stars, gentle wind and the wolf cries that are difficult to distinguish from far and near are the best rewards.

Some people say that the mountain stream that is a few meters away is a flat river. I don’t know whether it is true or false, but it can be a joke, at least it means that the previous nervousness and panic are gradually dissipating in front of the bonfire and the smell of meat.

Chen Yao is rare to rely on others, let alone in front of so many people. It seems that she is always satisfied with this itinerary.

Wang Weichao really brought an air gun this time. He fired two shots on the way, but he didn't hit the fart. He sat down to the fire, and he couldn't help but take it out and play with it.

So the fools blew around the guns.

Someone forced him to have a cousin, who is from Dengcun, and has at least two or three guns at home, both 92 and 95. He has seen it with his own eyes, and he almost touched it.

Wang Weichao said: Who are your cousins, Chen Jianguo?

Everyone laughed, and I hugged Chen Yao without saying a word.

Those who live in Deng Village are all great people. It is not uncommon to have a gun, and the other one said, "But your cousin is not the custodian in Deng Village, right?"

There was another burst of laughter, and it fell and swayed between the valleys and turned into ghosts and howlings.

A sense of familiarity suddenly came, as if someone scratched her feet, and my heart felt numb and itchy.

The next morning, we had a crunch of meat, so we went home, although we had to play for three or four days according to Wang Weichao's plan.

It is not a monster who defeats us, but a leech.

From the first time Chen Yao found one on his arm that afternoon, when he barbecued meat at night, three or four of them were found on everyone's body, and then when he woke up early in the morning, it was a bit too hard to say that he was not scared.

Fortunately, Wang Weichao's new girlfriend did not really go crazy because of this.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at the service station. I had not finished a bowl of instant noodles. Chen Yao said that there was something wrong at home and she had to go back.

I asked what was wrong, and she said that relatives came, so I stopped asking more questions.

Wang Weichao opened the Songhua River and threw everyone down along the way, then took Chen Yao and I to his house to pack up.

Grandma must have been reluctant to give up Ah, but there was nothing she could do, so there was no reason to stop her from leaving.

Chen Yao asked if he needed to tell his mother. After thinking about it, I said let’s forget it, let’s go first.

I can't say anything I think.

Wang Weichao originally wanted to keep Chen Yao for a meal, but she said she was really anxious, so I could only smile and say next time.

After seeing Chen Yao off, we went to the steel factory bathhouse to take a bath.

In the empty bathing hall, Wang Weichao said: Yes, you are a real person, it’s a blessing!

I thought about showing off a few words, but fell asleep in the warm wetness.

It’s hard to say how long it took, and I almost jumped up with a slap. Wang Weichao smiled and said: No worse than Bing Jie.

In the evening, my brothers drank some and played the cards for half a night. Someone was clamoring to go to play ball, but I rolled onto the sofa and didn't get up again.

I was in a dizzy state. I remember that Wang Weichao's mother opened the door and muttered a few words, and then there was a leech. Chen Yao was crawling all over. I picked up a gun and shot randomly. Some people said it was not possible, so I had to use Dengcun's gun.

I was shocked and sat up on the sofa.

It was bright and it was bright. At around nine o'clock, the sun was shining. Wang Weichao said in a daze that there was millet porridge or something in the kitchen pot. I hurriedly put on my shoes, pulled my coat and ran out.

Grandma was at home alone and said: You are back now, but you have no food!

I didn't have time to pay attention to her and went straight into my room.

I lifted up the mattress, opened the high box, and after exploring it, I finally pulled out the mobile hard drive.

I ran to the study room and turned on the computer. My grandma was talking in the living room and I was panting.

After a few minutes, I almost shivered and I finally found the file: 0826dengcun.

I met Aunt Jiang at the entrance of the community. She said Lin Lin was back, and I rode over after saying a word.

I know that it is not far from the first Dennis in Pinghai. It seems that it is a municipal party committee or a military district family compound. There are always people standing guard at the door. During the military training in the first year of high school, the ideological education class was in the square opposite Deng Village.

It's just a bit far away. It took me nearly an hour to go in the old city in the southwest.

The square is indeed a square, but it is much smaller than I remember, including the flower bed and the statue of the chairman. After strolling around, I went to the family courtyard.

Opposite the square, there should be the main entrance, there is an August 1st sign on the marble porch, and there are two wooden plaques on the right.One is the Pinghai Military Sub-district Family Court, and the other is the Pinghai Municipal Party Committee Family Court. As I remember, there are indeed people standing guard with guns. If you add the whistle booth, there will be at least three people.

I just want to describe it truthfully, of course I have no intention of breaking in.

After standing for two minutes, I wiped my sweat and continued walking along the wall with an electric grid on the wall.

It took eight minutes to walk around. This family courtyard or community is not big. There are four doors in the east, west, south, north and the other three doors only have one sentinel, and there are no signs or plaques on the porch.

I was stunned for a while at the front door, and I rode towards the square and felt hungry when I saw the breakfast stall on the south side.

After the two pancakes were eaten, I realized that I had just had a nerve in the past few hours.

It was already past one o'clock when we arrived at the theater.

My mother was busy in the backstage. I leaned against the door and looked for a while before returning to the audience.

Two people at the front desk were talking crosstalk, but the Tianjin people stopped running away.

There were not many spectators, and according to my mother, people would usually come up slowly after three o'clock.

So I saw three o'clock, and my mother came out twice in the middle. I don't know if she saw me.

Before the opera troupe came up, I walked out and ran to Laonan Street to eat a bowl of noodles.

When I came back, I went directly to the office building. The head of the group office was locked and I could only play with the computer in the conference room for a while.

If you don’t see it, after losing a home game on April 30, the Rockets were defeated two consecutive games, and today they simply lost even Tianwangshan.

Ah, it's so fucking gratifying.

My mother was surprised to find me in the office building. She patted her chest exaggeratedly and said: I was shocked!

Maybe why, looking at my mother who was smiling like a flower, the thought that came to my mind at that moment was: I didn’t do anything bad, and I was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

I admit that I was obsessed with it.

On the way home, my mother asked: Is Chen Yao leaving?

I have something to do at home and I’m leaving.I said.

Alas, I was so busy that my mother looked at me and didn't talk to the girl.

I didn't say anything.

Mother looked at me again.

What's there to talk to with her?I guess I'm holding shit in my mouth.

What's wrong?It took a while before my mother said.

What's the difference between generations and one generation?I tilted my head and smiled. When you really chat, you will find the gap.

Oh, your mother is just an old antique and can't show it.She didn't look at me.

I didn't say that, you... I don't know if I was panicked or angry, but for a moment I was a little blushed.

My mother burst out laughing and almost lay on the steering wheel.

I smiled, too.

My mother praised me for the return of 820 yuan and said that she would consider giving me a big gift if she wanted to get a first-class scholarship this year.

I said let's wait and see.

My father sent me a message for my uncle, asking me to go fishing in Xiaolizhuang when I have time.

So early on the fifth day, I went to the troupe office to take the car and said it was early in the morning, and it had to be at least 9:30.

There was not even a figure in the office. After riding a bicycle, I turned into the theater again, but my mother was not there.

I had no intention of finding my mother, but when I saw Qingxia, I couldn't help asking.

She said that there was a Ping Opera Exhibition in the Cultural Palace today, and both leaders went there.

I asked if Xiao Zheng did the one.

At least you have to be called Lao Zheng. Sister Xia glanced at me and laughed. It was not just an exhibition, but it might be a Pingju Festival in the future. Your aunt and the others have all gone there, there is a opera singing!

I said nothing after saying that.I don't know whether this matter is good or bad.I hesitated whether to ask Chen Jianjun indirectly, but still gave up.

Sister Xia asked me to bring the hairpin, so I brought it.She asked me to plug it in, so I tried a lot of effort to plug it in.

My girlfriend is gone?she asked.

Leaving.

The girl is nice.

I didn't say anything, just watched her put on makeup.

Auntie will treat you to a meal later.

What to eat?

Lunch box Ah.She smiled and immediately frowned again, look, you are being taken into the ditch!

I don't know what she is talking about.Will my mom come back at noon?I sucked my nose, I asked.

That's not sure, isn't it normal for leaders to have a meal together?There is no reason not to eat a big meal!

After wandering around the entrance of the theater for a while, I finally went to the Cultural Palace.

The Cultural Palace is in Dongguan and was just completed last year. As for when it will be opened, I don’t know.

I remember that it used to be a grain station community, at the intersection of three main roads, there were several senior gate courts, and there were many people selling candied haws and walking birds.

This place is not far from the commercial street, and it takes about 20 minutes to ride a bicycle. What surprised me was that there were newly developed properties around me. The huge billboard was like the most literary poem that penetrated into your heart. Where did so many foreign populations come from on the flat sea?

The Cultural Palace covers an area of ​​600 to 700 acres. According to the introduction, there are many antique markets, youth palaces, cultural centers, and auditoriums.

After passing the auditorium, there is a cultural center. The door is decorated with lights and colors. I don’t have the time to look at what the banner says. There is an open-air stage facing the door of the lobby. A few children are jumping on it, and there are many red silk cloths hanging along the central axis. Between each two red silk cloths is a portrait of the Pingju characters. The back of the portrait is printed with small Song-style characters. There are props displays, small street stalls, etc., which are not important. What’s important is that after walking around, I couldn’t find my mother in the sparse stream of people, or even any familiar face.

After looking at my phone, I decided to go to Dengcun at 11:45.

Deng Village is not too far from the Cultural Palace, and it takes less than twenty minutes to ride a bicycle. However, after squatting on the Acacia opposite the main entrance for more than half an hour, there was no sign that he could meet an acquaintance here.

I feel like I am looking for an needle in a haystack, and there may not be an needle.

After riding around the wall for a long time, I finally turned into the shop and ate a bowl of jelly.

I asked which one was the family courtyard of the Bureau of Culture and Sports, but no one knew it. The boss's wife said in a Pinghai accent that she was from another place, which was hard to see.

When I was buying cigarettes, there was an old man sitting under the elm tree at the door, so I asked with luck.

The old man slapped his thigh and said: Young man, family courtyard of the Bureau of Culture and Sports?No!

I said no, he said he had lived here for decades and knew about Dengcun as follows: No. 1 and 2 were built in the 91st and 6th floors, namely the Municipal Party Committee Family Court and the Military Subdistrict Family Court. No. 3 was built in the 96th floor and the Ninth floor is still the Municipal Party Committee Family Court.

In short, no one can match the family resident’s office that I said, and he thought I was looking for the wrong place.

Even through the wall, the nine-story building is still easy to identify. There should be two buildings, closest to the north gate.

So I waited at the North Gate for another half an hour, and finally denied myself.

As soon as I entered the theater, I saw Zheng Xiangdong. His white suit was too wide and made his oil-filled hair as black as a pig's bristle mixed with asphalt.

When he saw me, he laughed. I didn't laugh and asked him if his mother was back. He said that he had been back a long time ago and had no food to eat, saying that there was something wrong.

There were props on the stage, and I asked in a friendly manner what to perform later. Without waiting for his answer, I rushed straight to the backstage.

But Xiao Zheng stopped me and said: Not behind, your mother is not behind!

As for where my mother was, he said she should be in the office building.

Unfortunately, he guessed wrong.

But Lu Hongfeng is here, he is occupying the computer in the team leader's office and playing games.

He said that his mother answered the phone and went out, probably after twelve o'clock.

I glanced at my phone and it was 2:50.

On the way to Dengcun, I couldn't help but call my mother.

No one answered twice.

Only then did I feel the sun burning, and it seemed to punch you when it shines on your face.

Just kill the North Gate. I am afraid that God will know whether it is wise to do this.

The north gate is opposite the Henan Road along the river, which is the south bank of the Beiping River that is forked after entering the city. There is one thing here, that is, the space is limited and the speed is not fast.

At first I stood in the green belt of Yanhe Garden for a long time, but later I found out that I was too stupid, so I simply sat down at a repair stall on the right side of the north gate.

I sat there almost an afternoon. Perhaps in the boring days in the future, I will think of such a windless, anxious and pretending to be calm afternoon.

I would remember pretending to stare at every vehicle entering and leaving without any intention, I ate four or five ice creams in a row, I remember that the repairman acted like a mute when he came up to chat, I remember playing with a snake, and finally my phone was almost out of power.

Dabo told me that the crescendo and repetitive melody is called "Bolero Dance", which is the most popular and aesthetic work of the master Ravel.

But Chen Jianjun listened to symphony, and I listened to Jimi Hendrix's guitar sl.

I think it sounds familiar, but in fact I haven't heard of it before.

At around six o'clock, when the setting sun spreads over the bluestone road like rust, the repairman also starts to close the stall. I rub my butt, but in the end I return in vain.

I slowly rode back to the square, which was full of people singing and dancing.

I stopped and tried to light a cigarette.

From a distance, an Audi slowly drove out from the front door. When it reached the acacia beside me, it turned its head mischievously.

The sunset printed the half-opened car glass as red as blood. I called the lighter again and saw the person in the driver's seat.

He smiled and raised his face, the nasolabial folds on his cheeks were as vivid as a square dance.