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Part 4 West Side Love (1)

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    People who haven¡¯t experienced the 1980s and 1990s have no sense of history¡ªI¡¯m talking about those children who only have clear memories from the beginning of the 21st century, even though you were also born in the 20th century.

    The twentieth century is a fresh oil painting. Compared with all the past centuries that have been preserved in literature, it is much less dusty.  It has a little nostalgia for the age of adventure in the 16th century, longing to relive that kind of pure beauty and passion; it also has a little yearning for the age of enlightenment in the 18th century, continuing the thinking of some philosophical and literary giants of that era  ;Of course, it also has the confusion and romance of the nineteenth century

    However, the twentieth century is really the most difficult century for people to communicate with each other-I will never talk about politics, revolution, or repeat those big events that have been repeatedly told and studied by too many people.  History has its own place, just like the irreversibility of time.  History should be told or jokingly told, and it has always been the speaker's discretion.

    Only the light of literature can be held in the palm of your hand and close to your heart.  Therefore, I, the writer Xi Li, what I said will be permanently preserved in my memory, those years at the end of the 20th century, those things and people in Yucheng.

    Just like the pictures of old movies unfolding in the nostalgic music, Wong Kar Wai's delicate, beautiful, lyrical, that kind of feeling that life has all entered the frame and dream You come, follow my words, and see¡ª¡ª

    Yucheng New Street has just been paved with black asphalt. Keiko wears thin cloth shoes, which are soft and warm to step on.  Keiko has black hair, black eyes, and a baby-like white face. Her eyes are a little dodgy, and her expression is extremely fragile. She wears a small cotton blouse and a pleated skirt of moon-white washed cloth.  To me, she looks like a cat in a crowd.  However, although she can't get close to more people, and can't return to the cat clan, it's no wonder she is always so confused and frightened!

    The uneven part of the asphalt road is shining with faint light, far and near, like the expression of someone who is unpredictable in the dark night, and like the sea pushing the darkness into space.  She has never left this inland city, but too many fantasies are enough to distract her and tear herself apart.

    There are telephone poles on the side of the street, and stones standing inexplicably.  The old ladies selling sunflower seeds and salt tea eggs leaned their thin backs on the poles and stones.  They looked around diligently, and when they were tired, they murmured to each other: "Let's go, all gone!" They were talking about those children who grew up in the city. Their petal-like faces were shaking in the street not long ago.  It disappeared, as if it was another season, another wind, all the full and fresh petals were swept away.  In the sunken eyes of the old man, occasionally a little water appeared, staying in the red corners of the eyes.  The past life and scenery remain the same, they are used to and love it.  The streets are as familiar as each other's old faces, and the city covers their skin like clothes, and they are not afraid of the passage of time or getting old.  But the changes in the city are ruthlessly gnawing at their hearts with a destructive force. They can hardly bear it anymore. Slowly and tremblingly laying brown boiled eggs, empty cups filled with sunflower seeds again¡ªthese fragile behaviors  , tenaciously resisting aging and time, resisting endless and endless loss.  They are not for a few dimes and a few dollars, but for resistance and to ask for a reward from time.  On the side of the street, in the dust of the city, after countless blank and unfamiliar faces moved past, they became one with the city and resisted together.

    Keiko is willing to form an alliance with them.  Although she avoids their eyes and never buys their food.  Every change in their expressions affected by wrinkles, every trembling finger touched her nerves.  She felt that she was older than them.

    Some unfamiliar Cantonese-speaking faces, smiling, replaced those fleeting petals.  They are completely different from the dull, cautious and even melancholy local men. When walking, they take duck steps, with their hips forward, their arms swinging, and their big brothers are raised from time to time.  They opened song and dance halls and seafood restaurants behind the boulevard, small supermarkets and billiard rooms near People's Park, and bought the first floors of residential buildings everywhere to make shops.  All day long, the heavy bass of dance hall music beat like a hammer, from under the stone and cement poles, to the soles of the old man's feet, shaking her crumbling knee joints.  Annoyed, she clenched her few remaining teeth.  It could be seen that everyone on the street was beaten, and people's hearts were surging, a little urgent and a little dazed.

    Keiko was bewitched by the black light of the fresh asphalt, she had to shrug her shoulders, and the head on her neck would wake up after the cervical spine creaked.  A child's shoe or two remained on the asphalt, firmly glued on.  Carefully avoiding the asphalt trap, she walked onto the dusty road.  Someone followed her quietly, splashing a basin of water behind her, splashing from the thick dust.They are the bosses from Guangdong and Wenzhou, high-ranking officials from Beijing who came to Yucheng to escape the summer heat, and big names in the entertainment industry who are wandering around.

    Going there means liberation and freedom, without any scruples, and to be wild.  Therefore, in the consciousness of Yucheng people, Biyunwo is also a place where groups live and promiscuously.  The flowers there must be beautiful, but poisonous.

    Thinking of this, Keiko satirized: Yes, yes, what a good time to fall in love!

    Yaping blushed: I'm divorced, don't you know?

    Oh, so you are free.  Where's Xiao Chen?  Your mother said he was pretty good.

    Alas, it's a long story.

    Yaping sighed deeply, opened his mouth to make a narrative, then suddenly raised his wrist to look at his watch, not wanting to delay a minute: I have to go, he is waiting for me at the Red Bean Ballroom.  are you going?  I would love to be with someone.

    You two are going to the ballroom to play, what am I doing by the side?

    No, he works there.

    Forget it, I'm not used to that kind of place.

    Then I have to go first.

    Yaping was in a hurry: I have to go back and have a rest, my feet hurt like hell.

    She put on a new pair of high-heeled leather shoes and staggered away.

    Keiko thought: She regretted it, she didn't want me to know her new man so early.

    Yaping walked dozens of steps, then turned back suddenly, and approached Keiko: I'm going to Shenzhen.  Two blushes of excitement appeared on his face at the same time.

    Huizi shouted in his heart: Wow, I have already traveled with him!

    So brave?  How long has it been?  Yaping argued: I went alone, half a month ago.

    Just came back.  No wonder it's so pretty!  Where did you buy the clothes?

    Um.  It only sells for over 100 over there, but here, I checked, and it¡¯s on sale, but it¡¯s not worth 300.

    oh.

    Goodbye, I will call you another day.

    Yaping was in a hurry to leave, but her walking posture was not good, her legs were spread too far apart, and her waist swayed from side to side, which further added to Keiko's impression of being unchaste.

    Keiko thought, she has gone to Shenzhen!  She first went to Hainan, saying that she was doing fig business there.  Now I¡¯m going to Shenzhen again, and I¡¯m also doing fig business, right?  Everyone knows how that is; are there any figs?  Yes, I have!  tender?  Just picked it!  No wonder her mother wants to splash dirty water!  She is so beautiful, I have never seen her so beautiful before, and I am shaking!

    Yaping walked about 200 meters to turn into the alley, turned around and waved to Keiko, but Keiko was still standing on the street, dazed and blurred.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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