Golden Greenery

The night is like a fisherman's net, gradually gathering up. The sound of running in the morning exercise outside the window, from far to near, and then slowly away. The scorching heat of the summer night has not completely faded away, and the morning sun has quietly peeked out again.

Since the bedroom window faces east, the curtains are a bit thick, and the red velvet floor-to-ceiling curtains are embroidered with yellow coconut trees and blue mountains.

Zhuoyang has never figured out why coconut trees are yellow instead of green, and why mountains are blue. Are there blue mountains in this world? Shouldn’t coconut trees grow by the sea?

Zhuoyang also asked his mother, who said: Do you know how big the world is? Zhuoyang was confused, what is this, all of these follow each other, not next to each other. Before he could continue asking, his mother said impatiently:

"No reason, I can do whatever I say!"

Although the yellow coconut tree blue mountain red velvet curtains are heavy, they still cannot block the sunlight from penetrating in. Every morning, the eleven-square-meter bedroom is glowing with bright red light, and the whole room is full of red clouds, which looks like Laojun's alchemy room.

Under the auspicious and healthy red light, Zhuoyang opened his eyes. The naked upper body felt uncomfortable because of the air conditioner blowing all night. He reached out and grabbed the remote control next to the pillow, raised his arm, and turned off the air conditioner with a beep, and the room suddenly became quiet.

During the whole process, Zhuoyang seemed to only move his left arm, other parts of his body did not move at all, and his eyes did not blink.

After lying down for a while, Zhuo Yang turned his head to look at the red curtain in Yeshan Mountain. In fact, he prefers the grid and stripe style, but because he has never hung it on the window, he doesn't know what effect it will be. Besides, Zhuoyang doesn't dislike yellow coconuts, blue mountains and red clouds, but just wants to know what the lattice or striped windows look like under the perspective of sunlight.

Zhuoyang straightened his head, stared at a certain place on the white roof ceiling, and looked there hard, but there was nothing there. Zhuoyang blinked.

Yes, today is the day to leave for Germany.

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Zhuoyang is seventeen years old this year. Seventeen years ago, he was born in Xi'an, a second-tier city in the northwest and first-tier in the country. For the past seventeen years, Zhuoyang has been living here and is familiar with everything here. Except for Xi'an, he has hardly been to other cities. For Zhuoyang, the great rivers and mountains of the motherland only exist on the national map hanging on the side wall of the living room at home.

Zhuoyang's father, Zhuo Tongtong, was a soldier, but he was not a soldier in the traditional sense. Zhuo Tongtong is an intellectual. He majored in English in college and German as his second language. After graduation, he has been working as a teacher in a university in Xi'an. His life is slow and tight. Until the year when Zhuo Yang was three years old, a famous military academy in Xi’an recruited teachers from a local university because of its expansion. Zhuo Tongtong was recommended by the university. An honorable military civilian instructor.

Zhuoyang always remembered that winter, when his father put on the military uniform and made his debut in front of his family for the first time. A woolen coat with breeches, shiny black leather shoes with hard toes, and a shallow boat-shaped hat with a large brim, against the background of the epaulette collar and hat badge, Zhuo Tongtong's heroic appearance is shining and majestic. Xiao Zhuoyang's eyes are full of stars, full of admiration for his father.

Zhuoyang's mother, Yang Hong, is a somewhat graceful southern woman. She has very profound piano attainments and is quite famous in China. Grace is Yang Hong's appearance, and toughness is Yang Hong's inner.

After graduating from the piano major of the Music University, Yang Hong did not return to his hometown in the south, but chose to stay in school to teach. On an autumn afternoon, Yang Hong, who had finished eating cross-bridge rice noodles, had just walked out of the gate of the small restaurant, and before she had time to wipe her mouth, she was bumped into by Zhuo Tongtong, who had just finished eating oil-splashed noodles next door and also had no time to wipe her mouth. Somersault.

A very old story.

Autumn is undoubtedly the most beautiful season in Xi'an!

Zhuo Tongtong and Yang Hong got married. One year later,

They had a daughter named Zhuo Qiuqiu. Three years later, Zhuo Qiuqiu became an older sister.

Later on, the family of four lived happily in the family courtyard of the military academy, which everyone used to call the compound.

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It is said that most people only use one-tenth of their brains, and the remaining nine-tenths are completely idle, and will gradually become useless. Zhuoyang is obviously an exception.

Zhuoyang showed extraordinary talent when he was very young. Yuan Kuocheng's "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", a half-hour storytelling, three-year-old Zhuo Yang can tell it completely after only listening to it once. At the age of four, Zhuo Tongtong threw the messy Rubik's Cube to Zhuo Yang, turned around and took out a pack of Ashima from his clothes pocket on the hanger, took out a cigarette box and just lit it, when he turned around, Zhuo Yang had already put the Rubik's Cube away Twist it back, and the six sides are uniform. At the age of five, he was able to speak to Zhuo Tongtong in German, and at the age of six, Zhuo Yang could even curse people fluently in English. At the age of eight, just after learning chess for a few days, he overturned the table of the old revolutionary grandfather of the military cadre office next door to the compound. The old revolutionary grandfather has not lost his temper for more than forty years since he came back from the Korean battlefield and spent half his life cultivating himself.

In short, the miraculous Zhuoyang can learn everything very quickly. He can learn many things at a glance, learn many movements once, and then he can do them well.

It is said that a person whose brain is fully utilized, 100% utilized, even if such a person has never touched the piano at all, as long as he is allowed to watch Liszt's performance of "Don Juan" once, he can play it completely. And it will never be forgotten in a lifetime, and it is always at your fingertips.

Find someone to reason with!

No one knows how much Zhuoyang's brain has been developed, five out of ten? six out of ten? Or eight or nine out of ten? Anyway, he has a label since he was a child: smart!

Smart children have one thing in common, that is, they are not down-to-earth, and Zhuoyang is very detached.

The teachers' children go to school early, and Zhuoyang entered the first grade of the army's sub-school at the age of five, and began the same painful school days as all children in China. Because he is too smart, he is too unsteady. Zhuoyang has never been a good student. He is average in learning and mischievous.

But there is another characteristic of smart children, that is, they like to read books and read extracurricular books.

Influenced by Zhuo Tongtong, a senior amateur history buff and pseudo-literature lover, Zhuo Yang has read Chinese and foreign historical classics and literary classics one by one since he was able to read. Of course, when he was older, the magical Zhuoyang read ancient Chinese history books, all of which were in classical Chinese, while Western classics were all in English.

Zhuoyang has a father who he admires.

The children who grew up in the military compound also have a characteristic, they love to fight. Zhuoyang is no exception.

He and his little friends often beat up children on the street just for a look.

He glared at me, hit him!

He whistled at the girl in our compound, hit him!

He didn't do anything today... beat him...

With Zhuoyang's physical coordination ability and movement learning ability, there is no doubt that he is a good fighter in fighting. In his own words: Those idiots move too slowly!

However, Zhuoyang doesn't like fighting, but he likes being with his friends.

Besides, boys don't fight, how can they have the face to call puberty.

The adolescent Zhuoyang didn't like to fight, didn't like to go to school, didn't like to eat fat meat and onions. But he loves football!

Xi'an is not a traditional football city, but Xi'an is a fanatic city. In other words, there are more people watching football and fewer people playing football.

In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month of 1989, Zhuoyang, who was four years old, was wearing a thick down jacket and strolled to the playground of the Military Academy by himself. Because it was Sunday, there were no soldiers training on the yellow turf playground, and the cold northwest wind swept over the playground. Zhuoyang grabbed the collar of the dark red down jacket tightly with his hands, muttering: cold, so cold.

At this time, Zhuoyang saw six soldiers, their upper bodies were only wearing army green vests, their strong biceps were like the big pimple mustard sold in the store of the military service agency, their chest muscles bulged out the vests, their heads There was heat that could not be blown away by the northwest wind. They are chasing a black and white ball.

This is the first time Zhuoyang has seen playing football!

A soldier kicked the ball flawlessly, and the football stuck to his soles and leaked out of the edge of the grass, rolled from fast to slow towards Zhuoyang, and then slowly stopped at Zhuoyang's feet.

"Little friend, bring the ball to uncle."

Half an hour later, the six soldiers watched in horror as Zhuoyang bumped the football with his feet, and the football hadn't landed for almost ten minutes.

Throwing the small crimson down jacket on the yellow grass, it was as abrupt and bright as the desert rose in the Taklamakan.

The six soldiers tightened the collar of the cotton army coat, fearing that the slightest cold wind would pour into their necks, and muttered in their mouths: cold, so cold!

From then on, Zhuoyang fell in love with football for no reason, not at all like the miraculous talent of his clever little prodigy.

Smart children often do not seek deep understanding but only seek a little understanding.

In the first grade, Zhuoyang couldn't play football with children of the same age, and the third grade and above were the objects he played with. In the first grade of junior high school, I started to play small field with those tough soldiers. Although I often couldn’t play the whole field because of my young age and physical strength, Zhuoyang’s one-stop shooting and shooting anytime and anywhere made the soldiers helpless. . In high school, no one in Xi'an's folk baseball circle knew Zhuoyang's name. He was often called by his uncles who played soccer to help save the field.

But in football, Zhuoyang has a huge problem because of his mother Yang Hong.

Ever since Zhuoyang became well-known in the field of folk football, he has been approached by sports school coaches and even coaches of professional teams, hoping that Zhuoyang can enter the echelon of football sports schools or football clubs, but without exception, he was rejected by his mother Yang Hong. He blasted out the door without mercy. Although his father Zhuo Tongtong has nothing to do, and he is considered half a pseudo-fan who only watches but does not practice, he also feels that playing football is not a serious thing. In the mahjong parlor, the meaning is similar, playing with things and losing one's mind.

The person Zhuoyang admires the most is his father Zhuo Tongtong, a literary and sullen man. The person Zhuoyang fears the most is her mother Yang Hong, a graceful and tough woman.

Yang Hong hates all sports and thinks it is a symbol of barbarism and rudeness. In Yang Hong's bones, there is the beauty and arrogance of the traditional southern water country girl, and she can only see profound knowledge and gentle art in her eyes. But as a female pianist in the new era, Yang Hong is used to proudly controlling everything, and has undeniable leadership authority in the family.

Yang Hong never does sports, doesn't play badminton, doesn't know where there is a table tennis table, and doesn't run long distances, sprints, or jogs. Apart from taking a walk with her husband occasionally, the only exercise Yang Hong is keen on is on the two-meter-by-two-meter-long Simmons mattress in the bedroom. In the dead of night, after Zhuo Qiuqiu and Zhuo Yang fell asleep, she and Zhuo Tong Tong is doing intense hand-to-hand combat and never tires of it.

Yang Hong loves Zhuo Tongtong, and Zhuo Tongtong loves Yang Hong. They love deeply.

Zhuo Tongtong was afraid of Yang Hong, not only him, Zhuo Qiuqiu, Zhuo Yang, and the three members of the family surnamed Zhuo were all afraid of Yang Hong.

Zhuo Qiu chose the same major as his father, foreign language. A top student in the outer courtyard is like her father in this respect, and a member of the student union is like her mother in this respect.

Therefore, Yang Hong arbitrarily ordered Zhuoyang to learn piano for three reasons.

First: My daughter inherits my father's profession, and my son will inherit my career;

Second: Anyway, Zhuoyang is not good at school, but he still plays the piano pretty well;

Third: There is no reason, the old lady has the final say!

As a result, Yang Hong and Zhuo Yang began a battle of wits and courage like a cat and a mouse.

Every weekend, Yang Hong asked Zhuoyang to play the piano at home, and Zhuoyang came up with all kinds of weird excuses to go out and play games secretly. Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard. There is no most cunning, only more cunning.

Jack Mouse outwits Tom Cat on TV, and Zhuo Yang outwits Yang Hong at home.

In fact, Zhuoyang doesn't hate the piano, and he is willing to play it well when he is free, but he can't say how much he loves it. Just like the curtain of red clouds, blue mountains and yellow coconut trees.

The days gradually came to 2002, and Zhuoyang was seventeen years old. He went to school early and was about to graduate from high school. At this time, some unhappy things happened, and it was because of a fight.

Competitive sports are an extension of war, and football is violence under the rules. Who doesn't have passion and fire in his heart? In China, you can play chess if you watch it on the side of the road.

In folk games without referee authority, fighting is even more commonplace. As a folk star who excels like the wind, scores goals like hemp, and is coquettish and can be smelled two miles away, Zhuoyang has naturally become the object of jealousy and attacks by the football ruffians. But Zhuoyang is not a master who can swallow his anger, he has more temper than pimples on his face. So, here comes the trouble.

In a fight, Zhuoyang certainly wouldn't suffer, and he wouldn't hit too hard, but there were always times when he hurt someone.

Do you think that Zhuoyang watched the military boxing that the soldiers have been fighting for more than ten years in the army compound for nothing?