The small-town youth of the early 1990s is only out there, but it seems to be always stuck in that small town.
From one of the most famous gardens in the dynasty, Chengde town Li old wet, Manchu, 30 years old. The favorite thing to show me is the photo of him standing in front of the yurt in his flag dress, a brother dressed up with a smile on his face, and the sense of dissonance on the screen makes this photo the longest mocking terrain I've ever used for him. He himself is still very much like, from the north of him in the paradise of the south of the Yangtze River, like to see people ask: you have eaten donkey meat? Have you ever eaten roe deer meat? Maybe he is the noble identity of the Yellow Banner to bring his innate aristocratic illusion, these two kinds of meat he can't eat nowadays and that in the yurt in front of the general, into the eyes of other people's laughter, but he is the tears in his eyes.
When I first met Li Laohui, he has not yet obtained the achievements of the old wet, everyone likes to call him A-Go, visible in this he is proud of Mongolia A-Go did not find a lot of people to show off. His 175 head, not fat, not thin, stay a not short flat head playing mousse, quite a good clothes rack but always wear a set of sportswear, riding a bicycle, everywhere waves. Later he got a cat, the bicycle is no longer riding. He likes to go on short trips on weekends on the ancient paths, and then he got a girlfriend and sold his hiking bag.
I asked him: you have a girlfriend like this has a cat all around them, do not do their own thing, you happy? Li old wet answer: alas, that can do? With his girly, slow voice. Oddly cheap. Now that I think about it, Li Laoshui just like living things, like interaction.
The old wet and his girlfriend A talked about two years, due to A's parents have come to see the old wet after still from time to time called A back to his hometown matchmaking, A also went back a few times, and then the two were separated, but the old wet has long been in the A did not leave before looking for a good B. But in the cohabitation with B came to me to complain about the A learned the existence of the B in the haunting. So far, happy to mention the title of old wet.
The old wet just joke, in fact, so can not stand a person's how he would like to go back to face that rusty dead things alone. Friends also understand, but the old wet joke always have to open. Old wet not angry, threatened to open tease training courses, a few friends have become old wet students. Old wet so in the WeChat group "embrace honor and respect". Offline old wet, after separating from A, and began to frequently change jobs, left Jiangnan, bought a house in his hometown, back to his hometown to work. But that his mouth is full of donkey meat roe deer meat incense, winter frozen ice flowers of Chengde does not seem to be how to welcome him, only a short week and then back on his backpack, embarked on the south of the high-speed rail, and even failed to load a little donkey meat, roe deer meat.
Now, the old wet only in a strange city, living in a group home. Collective life is full of anger, I have begun to hear him complaining about his roommate and his long-distance girlfriend's daily video bickering. Maybe it's because the only person left for him to share this with is me, the number one trainee who hacks him 24 hours a day. In the face of a screen full of mocking dislike for each other, familiarity had also risen mutually with that intermittent frequency of quite high bursts of disgust.
As the old wet him, must be never stop his sharp tease daily, this new to the strange city of the short window period, the mouth owes the students I will so accompany him to go a paragraph.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago that I was in the middle of a long journey. The old wet he could not stop, the scenery outside the window from time to time change, even if the mouth and how to hang on the lying on the bed is very comfortable ah! Can't stop the top bunk came from the fragmented hear don't know the flavor can only acid a few noisy. Walking and stopping, always think to go back but away from that since the spit nine o'clock on the dark down, can not find a decent pub, all acquaintances but one is not really familiar with the town.
Lying on a strange bed, casually flipping through the yurt in front of a brother photo, and occasionally slipped out of the photo of A, those who can not go on the point of the praise, hit the end of the comments and deleted. When the window is quiet, the upper bunk vaguely snoring, I heard in a daze only the old wet will send a message tone, must be that expression again.
I rolled over and asked the old wet good in the morning.
We, really left?
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.