one
When the car passed Tai 'an, my mind had already churned over a lot of past events. I have taken countless flights and high-speed trains to Beijing, but I have come and gone in a hurry. I have never stayed in Beijing for more than two days.
In the past, the most common way to Beijing was to take the night sleeper train, get on the train at 9 o'clock in the evening, snore, or listen to the snoring of other passengers, and just open your eyes. Working in the city and the time on the road just happened to catch up with people in Beijing to go to work. One thing can be accomplished at the end of the day, which is already a success in Beijing.
Now, sitting on the high-speed train for four hours, there is no hurry. Before going out, I downloaded several episodes of TV series at home, took the latest literary journal Jiangnan with me on the road, and was accompanied by a computer. I didn't feel lonely all the way.
Read two short stories in the journal at one go; Raindrops stranded on the eaves by Ye Zhaoyan and Yao Meili or the Song and Dance Troupe in 1997 by Lin Peiyuan. The story of Ye Zhaoyan's novel is not very strong, and the psychological description is mostly. The style of writing is sophisticated in the end, and it seems to be lazy and scattered. When the pen is turned, the incident also leaves a "fate" ending with the characters.
The latter novel is very story-telling. The enchanting woman "Yao Meili" who runs a game hall in a small county and rides a motorcycle all day long has her beautiful dreams in her muddled life. The performance of the provincial capital song and dance troupe in the county changed Yao Meili's bohemian attitude towards life. . . . . .
After reading two novels, I answered a few phone calls. My old friend C Jun noticed on WeChat that I had come to Beijing, and he had to meet us at the station and invite us to lunch. We can choose instant-boiled mutton and roast duck. I said time is too short, it's too late. Maybe next time. Mr. C insisted that he had asked his boss for a day off to stay with me.
My son fell asleep as soon as he got on the bus, and admired him for sleeping too much and being heartless. It was agreed with his mother that he would lead his father all the time and exercise his self-care ability to go out alone. As a result, dad was still worried about all the way, asking questions, for fear that he would lose his ticket and forget to bring his ID card or something.
The neighbor talked in Xuzhou dialect all the way, muttering like a "long Xuzhou storytelling" that has been broadcast on the radio, shouting "Laowang" and "Laowang" all the way.
The Chinese and English station names in the car radio were broadcast one after another, and I don't know how many stops there were along the way.
When I was a child, the freshness and excitement of every stop of the train had already disappeared, and even my son had no interest and impulse to look out the window. In the past, sweet and sour pork ribs on Wuxi platform, dried bean curd, and Dezhou braised chicken on Dezhou platform no longer appealed to people. Every time the train stops at one station, except for a few passengers who are addicted to cigarettes and can't get through it, few people get off and stroll.
Come and go, carts full of fruits and drinks and all kinds of snacks, no matter how the conductor shouts, can't arouse the passengers' appetite, and almost no one answers.
Again remind of c jun; A native of Beij, he was that most advanced small town radio station and became a household name announcer. I'm a lot younger than me, and I'm really a senior in broadcasting. The timbre of the radio and peacetime is similar to that of "Tong Zirong", which is elegant and clear, pure and mellow. I always say that if he had studied vocal music in his early years, he would have become a beautiful trumpet lyric tenor.
C jun is very popular in Taiwan, and he belongs to the personality of warm-hearted people. Plus, that little mouth is as sweet as honey, and everyone will soon like him and become close friends with him. In those days, the broadcasting group worked with him for many years, knowing each other well, joking constantly, and never blushing. The earliest radio variety show "Eight o'clock on Monday", which was popular in small towns, should start from C Jun. Later, we also worked together to prepare for the opening of the literary platform and so on.
C jun has nothing to ask for, nothing to fight for, and can't remember when he started. He suddenly turned back to Beijing and started a business of real estate planning, promotion and marketing. It is amazing.
On several business trips in Beijing, I will ask him to come and find a place when I arrive at the station. I will have a chat with some small dishes and wine. I can't talk any more, so I will leave him to live in a room and talk again the next day.
Back to the town, the old broadcasters gathered several times and met Mr. C several times. His appearance and personality have not changed at all, and he is still so busy and lively. Instead of broadcasting, we often use voice to talk back and forth on WeChat. A chat is more than a dozen voices.
I said, if you really want to see it, don't eat roast duck and instant-boiled mutton. Let's find a place nearby for a simple meal. He agreed, asked the train number and car number, and was sure to wait at the exit of Beijing South Railway Station with great enthusiasm as before.
Beijing should be several degrees hotter than Nanjing, and with the enthusiasm of Mr. C, it will heat up. . . . . .
two
Looking through the pictures in my mobile phone, I found the potted "banyan tree" photographed on my balcony. It was terrible. Not long after I brought it back from Jurong Farm, I bought a lush potted "banyan tree" from the farm. Looking at it, the branches and leaves on my head became sparse and yellow, and no new leaves grew. Really learn to be human: also "extremely smart"?
I remember that the greenhouse people repeatedly told me; This wood likes shade, lacks water, is not easy to be exposed to the sun, and has a strong growth ability. This is how you treat it when you take it home! Why?
Xiang Liang and his wife, who remembered that trip, also took back a pot. A WeChat voice asked him about the pot that Xiang Liang sent to his house, and he was almost ashamed to death. In the photo, the banyan tree in his house is lush and green, standing slim in the flowerpot, and it is clear that he is laughing at us.
I don't know how to be ashamed if manager Jiang, who bought these two potted banyan trees for us that day, knows.
Is it true that the "Wei Gang" in Xiangliang's home is a treasure trove of geomantic omen? How can you be so rich and energetic?
Holding it, respectfully put it in the corner of the courtyard of the community. At first glance, the pile of bonsai plants seems to be the same "half-life". It is really bad to follow them with dew and rain in the morning and evening. It is also less bleak to "grow old" with them than to put it on your balcony.
Or to the light, a voice sent me, "mouth to mouth" to show me how to prune, water and soil to serve. According to his instructions, we invited it home again. In a few days, a little bright green appeared on the top of the "banyan tree", then clusters, and then several dead branches woke up and spat out tender buds.
The whole family is so happy that even "Sarah" and "Xiaohua" join in the jubilation of others. "Wang Wang Wang" sang nonstop.
Planting flowers and trees is definitely a science. If you don't accept it, you can't do it. Seeing that people in the circle of friends often come up with their own beautiful flowers and trees, they always feel ashamed and sigh.
There's nothing to say, but I didn't pay attention to it. In fact, the reason is very simple. As long as I pay attention to raising it, the Cycas may blossom.