The Pentium Era - South to North

Liu Ligan and Xiao Wu rode their bicycles back. As summer entered, there were more and more people on the street. It was already past eleven o'clock. The night in Haicheng seemed to have just begun. People on Haixiu Road, More than at seven or eight o'clock.

The two people rode on the car and walked home slowly. When they arrived at Binhai Avenue, there was a water shop on the roadside. There were several small tables in the open space in front of the door. The two people stopped, set up their bicycles, and chose a table to sit down. , one person asked for a bowl of refreshing food.

"Brother Chen and Sister Lili, don't you want to persuade them?" Xiao Wu and Liu Ligan said.

Liu Ligan smiled bitterly: "How to persuade? There is no way to persuade them. The two of them are not in conflict over any specific matter. If so, it would be easy to persuade them. But these two bastards, let me tell you, they quarreled even They don’t know how to quarrel, and they don’t even quarrel when others quarrel, how can we break up the quarrel?”

"Then tell me, what's their reason?"

"The difference in values ​​and worldviews is too vague to say. To put it more specifically, it is like two people standing in different places, one upstairs and one downstairs. If they stand in different places, they will see different things. I think differently.”

"Damn you, the more you talk, the more confused I become." Xiao Wu cursed.

"It's okay to be confused. This is something that can't be explained clearly. One is upstairs and the other is downstairs. It would be easier if they are in the same building. If one goes down or the other goes up, they can still come together. It's troublesome. The problem is that they are in two buildings, how can they get together?

"Others looked at it from a distance and thought they were still together. Those who were closer, like us, knew that this was no longer the case. The cracks had already occurred. Even they themselves could probably feel the bone-chilling chill. China People say that people in the same bed are different people. There is a French writer Sartre who said that other people are hell. They are probably all in hell now, making each other hell."

"Is it Sister Lili who thinks Brother Chen has no money?"

"A little bit, but money is not absolute. Money is often a carrier to measure a person's abilities in all aspects. Behind the money are people."

"Then how does she know that Brother Chen will not have money in the future? I think Brother Chen will have money."

Liu Ligan twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "This is the difference between romanticism and realism. If you are a romantic, you think Brother Chen will be a rich man in the future, but if you are a realist, you can only see what he can do now. As you can see, poor people are poor people, and rich people are rich people. Haicheng is a place where people's true colors are revealed and it forces people to become more and more realistic.

"It's like the car Lily drove today. She likes driving and has a license. Someone can let her drive a Mercedes immediately. If she doesn't like it, she can change it to another one. What can Brother Chen give her? Sweet words are useless. No one can do this. Yes, there is at most an expectation. We will tell whether it can be realized in five or ten years.

"At this time, your Brother Chen is comparing an illusory Mercedes-Benz with a real Mercedes-Benz. Who do you think can win? You are a threat to Brother Zheng now. In ten years, Yilin may be even more awesome than you. , but will Brother Zheng be afraid of him now? Romanticism will always be beaten to death by realism."

Xiao Wu sighed and said, "I didn't expect that Sister Lili would become like this, so snobbish."

"It's not snobbish, I said it's not entirely about money." Liu Ligan said, "Essentially, what Jin Lili needs is a lover who can make her admire. In Yongcheng, in the theater troupe, Zhang Chen is such a dick. , he didn’t buy it from anyone, but here, it was different. He had become small and insignificant, not much different from the people coming and going on the street.

"You say you are awesome. In Yongcheng, you can not sell the face of the bureau chief and the county magistrate. But here, the person with the surname Fu is much more fucked up than the bureau chief and the county magistrate. Can you not sell his face? You don't sell the bureau chief. For the sake of the county magistrate, you should still paint your paintings and go to your class. Anyway, if you don’t want to be an official, they can’t do anything to you.

"But you don't sell the face of your surname. The most direct thing is that you won't even have to work and you won't be able to eat right away, right? So here, people have to become wretched and picky. , you must curl up all your edges and corners, and tuck your tail firmly between your thighs.

"Reality will change you quickly, beyond recognition. Damn it, you will even turn into the kind of person you originally hated. Haicheng is such a reality. I, I am myself now, the person I hate the most. people."

Liu Ligan patted his chest with his hand and said, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and continued talking to Xiao Wu:

"For Jin Lili, that is the collapse of idols. How could you worship a mediocre person? Just like when you see a great man and worship him with all your heart, he is a god in your eyes, but a certain One day, you go to the bathroom and suddenly find that the person standing next to you is the great man urinating. At that moment, your worship will collapse.

"You will understand that the other party is also a human being, not a god. This is why dictators always like to make themselves superior. It is a very mysterious reason. They just want you to mistakenly think that he is a god who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

"Of course Zhang Chen didn't create a god for himself, but Jin Lili did. She created a person for herself to adore, but now, she no longer worships you, Brother Chen..."

"I understand." Xiao Wu said, "That's why she was so picky, always saying this and that about Brother Chen. I didn't get used to it when I first saw it. I thought Sister Lili was in the troupe, so she was not like this. "

"Yes, so now her heart of worship is still there, but the idol is no longer there, what should we do? There needs to be a new idol. Tell me, how can we help with this? We can't change the world. We can't change people, we can only, alas, hope that they don't become enemies in the end." Liu Ligan sighed.

"If I had known this, you might as well not have come to Haicheng in the first place." Xiao Wu said.

"What do you think? Yongcheng will also change. The world is changing. Yongcheng cannot be a paradise. Today in Haicheng is Yongcheng's tomorrow. You will see if I am right in a few years."

After Liu Ligan finished speaking, both of them were silent. The moon sifted the shadows of the coconut trees above their heads on their faces. The light and shadows were swaying. The one thing that remained unchanged was time, which continued steadily, whether it was in the past, present, or future. , all time will become the past time. Once it has passed, it will be impossible to come back again.

Liu Ligan felt that he had long been accustomed to being submissive in the face of time. He would not assume like Xiao Wu. If this was the case, if that were the case, Zhang Chen would still be reconciled with Jin Lili, and he and Tan Shuzhen would still be together. Together, these are all in the past tense, things in the past are in the past, you can even treat it as if it never happened.

What's the difference whether you and Tan Shuzhen are getting along better or not?

Such a familiar body has now become someone else's wife and has nothing to do with him. Next, they will become two strange individuals. From the blending of their voices to the inability to hear the sounds of chickens and dogs, they will become strangers to each other. One day, they will become strangers. We met by chance on an occasion, and even I didn't believe that the person in front of me was once inseparable from me.

Time has washed away all the adhesion between them.

I miss you, but I no longer recognize you.

Liu Ligan flicked the index finger of his right hand hard. The cigarette butt in his hand drew a bright arc in the air and fell to the ground, continuing to emit red light. Liu Ligan stood up and said to Xiao Wu:

"Come on, let's borrow the video tape."

…

This night, Zhang Chen and Jin Lili were very careful not to hurt each other. After crying, Jin Lili became soft and snuggled into Zhang Chen's arms, wrapping her fingers around Zhang Chen and hugging him. Her hands, Jin Lili suddenly thought, does she really want to break up with this person with these hands with sharp fingers and protruding joints?

Jin Lili felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She pushed her body back and buried herself deeper into Zhang Chen's embrace. For a moment, she felt like crying again.

Zhang Chen hugged Jin Lili. He felt that he seemed to have a lot to say to Jin Lili. Just like they did before, they talked about everything. Zhang Chen wanted to talk to her about the land, Chinatown, and them. A few days ago, I spent a lot of time and energy, just like rehearsing in a theater troupe, to prepare for the arrival of the new mayor, but the guy didn't come.

But Zhang Chen felt that Jin Lili would not be interested in any of this. Jin Lili would even say disdainfully, Zhang Chen, why are you like this now? A mayor has made you so miserable?

Zhang Chen even wanted to talk to Jin Lili about Xiao Wu and Azheng, but Zhang Chen didn't say anything in the end and just sighed softly.

"What are you thinking about?" Jin Lili asked softly in the darkness.

"I didn't think about anything." Zhang Chen said, while tightening his hands.