Golden Greenery

The Yellow River water under our feet is still roaring. It has been roaring like this for two million years, and it will continue to roar for who knows how many millions of years.

Jiushan smiled and waited for a while, but Zhuoyang was stunned for a long time and could not regain his expression, which made Jiushan feel a little embarrassed. "Do you... think I'm a little... weak?"

Zhuo Yang opened his mouth and shook his head.

"Then...do you think I'm...brainwashed?"

Zhuo Yang's mouth closed with a click, his eyes were dull and he murmured: "Who the hell...can wash your brain?"

"Then what do you think...I...is an angry young man?"

Zhuo Yang shook his head vigorously. "The angry youth are the ocean, you are not."

‘Huh——’ Jiushan let out a long breath, touched his pants pockets with both hands, turned around and walked to the jeep, leaned over the dashboard and grabbed the box of Chinese cigarettes and lighter.

After flicking twice, he took out two cigarettes from the cigarette case, and Jiushan handed them to Zhuo Yang. The wind was very strong by the river. The two of them hunched over and covered themselves with four hands. They changed directions several times before lighting their cigarettes with disposable lighters.

"Jiushan, go on."

"I'm done." Jiushan spread his hands.

Zhuo Yang: "..."

After taking two strong sips, Zhuo Yang felt a little choked by the soft Chinese smoke. When he was in middle school, he often smoked secretly, like all the misbehaving middle school students of that age. After secretly smoking for a year, I gradually became addicted and switched from secretly smoking to secretly buying. All bad middle school students are like this.

One day in my sophomore year of high school,

Zhuo Yang carried a large aluminum pot to the boiler room of the compound to turn on the water. He still can't figure out why people in the compound like to go far away to turn on the water instead of sitting at home and turning on the liquefied gas stove to boil a pot easily.

That day, before the boiler was boiling, a long row of large and small aluminum pots were lined up on the cement floor in front of the sink. Zhuoyang and his friends were hiding in the woods next to the boiler room, smoking and talking, and happened to be picked up in advance. My father Zhuo Tongtong, who was walking along the forest path after get off work, saw it. Zhuo Yang was holding the white sand between his two fingers, raising his head and blowing out smoke rings, ooh, ooh, ooh..., they were round and round, and he looked like a veteran at first glance.

After returning home, Zhuo Tongtong did not get angry or tell his wife Yang Hong. He took out the two red pagodas he had put in the cabinet and placed them on the table. He looked at them for a long time, as if he was saying goodbye to the body.

His father said: "Zhuoyang, Dad wants to discuss something with you. If Dad quits smoking from today, you will stop smoking in the future, okay?"

Zhuo Yang said: "Okay!" The two Hongta Mountains went straight to the trash can passage in the corridor.

From that day on, both my father, who had been smoking for 26 years, and my son, who had been smoking for one year, quit smoking. Zhuo Yang never had cigarettes in his pocket or bought any more. Later, I would occasionally take a puff, just like today with Jiushan, but it was not addictive.

Taking another sip, Zhuo Yang was reluctant to pinch it off when he saw that there was still more than half of the soft Zhonghua 330. It is said that this batch number of Soft China was produced in the third workshop of the cigarette factory. It used to be exclusively for cigarettes, but now the wholesale price of each carton is 80 yuan more than the "2" prefix. Using his index finger and thumb, he flicked the long cigarette butt into the current of the Yellow River. Watching it disappear into the muddy yellow, Zhuo Yang turned around.

"It's not that the years are peaceful, it's just that some people are carrying a heavy load and moving forward." Zhuo Yang said: "Many people put this sentence in their signatures and in chicken soup, but there are a few people who can really understand the meaning."

"Jiushan, you are great, I tell you the truth. You and your comrades are great. Whether you are a general or not, you are all... the greatest people."

Jiushan showed his honest smile again. "It seems that you understood what I said. You know, my language skills are very average. I can think of some words but I can't understand them."

"I understand, I understand completely. Jiushan, I'm not surprised that you chose such a life. Now that I think about it, you seem to have been this kind of person since you were a child, deep in your bones."

"Then why were you as stupid as a chicken just now?"

"Alas!" It was Zhuoyang's turn to sigh: "Jiushan, I suddenly feel that I..."

Jiushan turned into a curious smile.

"Actually, I always thought I was quite awesome..."

"You are quite awesome!" Jiushan interrupted.

Zhuoyang waved his hand: "Listen to me now."

"Look, I can't say I'm the best at football, but if I say I'm second, I'm afraid not many people have the nerve to say I'm first. What about the piano? Of course, the first place is far behind, but at my age I'm afraid not many people can play it better than me."

"I really always feel that I'm pretty awesome. I'm so awesome. But..." Zhuo Yang suddenly wanted to smoke again, so he endured it and didn't reach out to Jiushan. "Six years have passed since I went to study abroad. The four of us have changed a lot and have become promising. I have always felt that I am the most promising one. I won't lie to you. I really feel that I am the most promising among the four of us. You're promising... don't say anything."

"Yangyang is now using his IQ to play with those foreigners. Many of his negotiations are in Italy. I know it very well. He can deceive foreigners to death without paying for it!" Zhuo Yang thought of Buffon.

"Lao Mu used to be a very generous and generous person. Now he has his own persistence and devotes his whole life to protecting and exploring traditional culture. It's admirable to think about it."

"Not to mention you, Jiushan, your belief and defense are a man who stands upright."

"People like Haiyang represent the wisdom of China. Lao Mu and others represent the inheritance and persistence of culture. Jiushan, you represent the muscle of China."

"And what about me? What do football and piano mean to you?" Zhuo Yang smiled bitterly. "If we put it in the past, football and piano were actually just fun with fancy skills and sensuality. Let's not talk about playing with things to lose one's ambition, but what is the difference between them and the narrow-minded people who had fun in the past? Gao Qiu playing Cuju? Playing Liuqin Master Li? What’s the difference between me and them? A businesswoman... a flower in the back garden..."

"Holy shit!" Jiushan was dumbfounded, just like Zhuoyang just now. long time……. "How the hell can you say that?"

"No, no, there's something wrong with what you said, Zhuoyang." Jiushan quickly explained for fear that Zhuoyang would go astray. "You are the best among the four of us, you have always been. You are the smartest, you have been the smartest since you were a child, and you are also the most persistent. How can you play football so well without persistence? Can you play the piano well?"

"Let's put it this way, you represent the image of our China, the image of being awesome. You...I can't say, anyway, if you are awesome, the things we people do will be meaningful."

"What do you mean? I am... a vase?"

"What's wrong with the vase? No, no, you are not a vase... it should be the kind from the official Ru kiln."

"A kiln is still a vase!"

"Have you ever seen anyone using a Ru kiln as a vase? It's such a precious thing. They serve it like their ancestors, for fear of being bumped..."

"You mean I have a glass heart?"

Jiushan "..."

"Let's go, get in the car and go. Go home!"

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