Chapter 45

The living Chen Jianjun is different from the photos and those in TV.

As for the difference, I can't say it. Maybe the whole person should be a little looser, not only refers to the body, but also includes not only expressions, words, behaviors, and even clothing.

Like all middle-aged men who are pretentiously elegant or steady, he wears a white shirt, black trousers, and hollow leather sandals. The only difference is that the top is not pressed into his pants.

So when he walks around, or when the camera staff around him, the corners of his clothes will fly up involuntarily. If placed in a close-up shot, it will undoubtedly give the audience a feeling of white clothes floating.

This is what Pinghai said about the immortal spirit.

He was very white, unlike Chen Chen's glossy and dampness. His father was shining with the luster of August. Even the wrinkles at the edges and corners were visible, especially the nasolabial folds, were always vivid and exaggerated.

When speaking, Chen Jianjun's chin would raise slightly to the upper right, and then spread his hands and said, "Right, right?" This is obviously a habit developed on the podium.

But I have to be honest, this teaching style is a bit exaggerated.

Yes, in my dictionary, exaggeration can basically be equated with fluffy.

Whenever his thin lips quickly change between tightly closing and smiling or even laughing, the strength of the muscles in the corners of his mouth always reminds me of this word.

Maybe this is a prejudice, but there is nothing we can do about it.

August 22nd is Qiqiao Festival. Three years ago today, the Fengwu Opera Troupe made its first appearance at the Red Star Theater.

I remember it was a quyi party held by the Opera Association. The entire Pinghai and even the surrounding counties and cities came to the news. Finally, the Fengwu Opera Troupe won the lead with the excerpt of "Flowers as Message" and the bridal chamber.

Although entertainment first and competition second, Fengwu Opera Troupe did make a big splash, and it deserves to be in vain the self-positioning of her mother's Pingju Art Troupe.

Unfortunately, I was working hard to solve the power function in the senior high school classroom and failed to witness this historic moment.

This year is also at Red Star Theater. To celebrate the third anniversary of its premiere, the troupe decided to perform "Flowers for the Media" for three consecutive days.

What I never expected was that I would meet Chen Jianjun on such an occasion.

Of course, the responsibility lies with me. It is obvious that the security check in and the twenty or so seats that were always empty just below the stage predicted something early.

Chen Jianjun and his men entered the show at about 10:00 in the afternoon. As they performed on TV, they still won the heartfelt applause of the general public.

Afterwards, Zheng Xiangdong, dressed in an old student on the stage, shook his sleeves and shouted in bright Zhang Ling Mandarin: Welcome Secretary Chen to guide the work!

So, I, together with Secretary Chen, was once again surrounded by sincere applause.

Niu Xiuqin was also in the cadre team, wearing a big red mid-length skirt. Her applause and smile were as warm and exaggerated as the decorations of lights in the theater.

During the entire performance, my eyes always glanced at our cadre team from time to time, as if there was a fire there.

However, like most viewers, these people have nothing special about being quiet when they should be quiet, applaud when they should be clapped, laugh when they should be laughed, and they will also be absent and whisper, including playing with their mobile phones.

Niu Xiuqin lowered her head and clenched her phone several times. For a moment, I even wanted to send her a text message.

Of course, this thought was quickly swallowed up by a tide of shame.

Chen Jianjun's backbone was always straight. He went out briefly during the halftime break (and did not go to the backstage), and he had to say hello to the audience around him like a psychopath.

Niu Xiuqin obviously saw me, and she blinked her eyes, and then there was nothing.

After the performance, Chen Jianjun, secretary of the Party Committee of the Bureau of Culture and Sports and vice president of the Opera Association, visited all the actors and presented flower baskets to the Fengwu Opera Troupe to congratulate her on her third birthday.

Chen Jianjun affirmed the contributions made by Fengwu Opera Troupe in the inheritance and innovation of Pingju culture, and expressed concern and praise for Fengwu Art School, which is about to start enrollment. He also humorously said: If my child is a schoolchild of appropriate age, I would also send him to (art school) for two days. I dare not say what skills have been learned. At least I will not be wrong with being influenced by traditional culture.

Secretary Chen said confidently that the things of our ancestors will not be wrong!

I don't know whether he said these words word by word, at least that was the voice-over in the news that night.

Isolated by the human wall, from afar, I saw him shake hands with the members of the troupe one by one, including his mother.

It is worth mentioning that this guy sang the excerpt of "Band of the Jinsha River". What is the scorching sun hanging high in the mountains, the dry mouth and the heart is like fried. Grandma likes it very much, while father sneeres at it.

The TV station also interviewed her mother, and she said to the camera: I believe the troupe will get better and better, and I wish everyone better and better!

I can't tell you why, but I'm a little overjoyed.

At about 4:30 when the performance ended that day, it was almost six o'clock when the interview ended, the audience left the venue, and the cleaning was done.

The troupe's 30th and 40th people walked to Lantingju, the old commercial street to have dinner while the hot sunset was still there.

Everyone was so happy that the sunlight through the canopy was as red as a watercolor painting.

Zhang Fengtang received two bouquets of flowers, smiled from ear to ear, and hummed all the way.

She asked me when school would start, and I said it would be the only two days. She said if it would be more comfortable to stay at home. This is nothing nonsense, so I smiled.

Hey, it seemed like I suddenly remembered that Zhang Fengtang asked, is your school close to your sister?

where?Cultural Bureau?It's almost the same.In fact, I don’t know anything about where Pingyang Cultural Bureau is.

Then you siblings need to contact us more. Is this someone who is out there?

Of course, I nodded like pounding garlic, so Zhang Fengtang gave me her cousin's cell phone number, looking like she was in a hurry.

The troupe booked the largest private room in Lantingju, and set up five tables in total.

In the corridor on the second floor, looking at the dazzling array of crystal lanterns, my aunt said that when she opened a hotel nearby, the restaurant was also a bunch of rags, but now it is really good.

Then she pounded me and whispered: Your mother, Ah, is also a big boss. Look, she is so proud.

I didn’t understand what face I had for a meal, so I said: What face I had for a meal?

Have a meal?

Zhang Fengtang smiled mysteriously, and her eyes quickly swam around her and then returned to me. Isn’t it safe to be the director of the Culture and Sports Bureau to support her?What else do you want?

As she said this, she pounded me again.

I wanted to refute a few words, but found that there was nothing to say.

In an instant, a sticky emotion lingered in my heart until I sat down at the dining table.

The troupe was a little bit full of yin and yang, and the man gathered a table and a half, and the rest were all lesbians.

Far from afar, my mother raised her glass toast and said that we have worked hard all year after year, but I am afraid we still have to continue to work hard, and the future will always be in the Ming Dynasty.

After saying that, she drank it all, and the neck on the shaved flower square collar was dazzlingly white.

Some piranha said that this anniversary is one cup, but I won’t talk about it last year. Why do you have to have three cups on the third anniversary?

The gay men immediately started to cheer, and the female righteous man quickly fought back, saying that you are quite full, like a sissy!

With a burst of laughter, my mother stood up again and drank two more cups.

She shook the porcelain lord upside down, and her blushing eyes swept straight: It's your turn!

This Luzhou Laojiao Special Qu 52 degrees. To be honest, I really worry about my mother.

However, she was happy, just like everyone's laughter and joy when Zheng Xiangdong stood up to speak, everything around her was happy.

Xiao Zheng naturally thanked the Bureau of Culture and Sports again. He said that he hoped that comrades would achieve new achievements in the year with the care of the leaders of the Bureau of Culture and Sports and Sports, and carry forward our Pingju career.

His discourse system was still in the first thirty years, and was as rigid as older than his grandfather, but it always added a bit of joy to the festive atmosphere.

Of course, Zheng Xiangdong would also speak human language. As soon as the alcohol came up, his mouth full of genitals mixed with the comrades, and the table was filled with them.

He told his mother that he wanted to call his father over, so that his mother and Brother Heping would have some good drinks.

My mother said that my father was not available, so you should drink less.

This is a good day, why don’t you call Brother Peace over here, thinking he is embarrassing you?!

This guy was arching his back, his face was like a red diaper, and he just couldn't sit down no matter how he pulled him.

The mother lowered her head and smiled for a while and said: You call me.

I can't tell you why, but my smile was so pale that it made my heart hurt.

So I pulled Zheng Xiangdong into the seat.

He looked at me, burped, and didn't say anything.

When the duck-packed fish came up, Xiao Zheng took out his cell phone and said that no matter what, he had to drink two fucking glasses with Brother Heping.

After sniffing at the slightest face, he turned around and asked me to help him dial Brother Heping.

My mother distributed steamed buns to everyone among the flowers. Zheng Xiangdong was as difficult as a fly, so I had to do my best.

My father said he was busy and couldn't come. Xiao Zheng said you wouldn't come, but after he shirked him a few times, his father said he would come later.

As you expected, it means never.

Time passed by minute by minute, but Zheng Xiangdong had no intention of being disappointed. Obviously, he knew that his father would not come.

After a round of twists and turns, he put his target on me.

I said I can’t beat the box, but he said I just drink it, my brother is still afraid of you.

After two cups, he slid onto the chair and kept humming.

I asked him if it was important, and he grabbed my hand, but JīJīwaiwai didn't know what to say.

I asked him if he still drinks.

drink!Why don’t you drink it?He opened his eyes at once, "Old brother is happy today, the troupe is getting better and better, I'm happy!"

Your mother, he holds my hand, it's amazing!I didn't make any contribution to the group either. In this general direction, your mother is working hard. Do you think it's amazing?I am awesome girl!

Zheng Xiangdong stretched out his thumb, as if he was frozen into a statue.

Twenty seconds later, the statue collapsed.

Zheng Xiangdong got up from his seat and ran out without saying a word.

My mother waved at me and asked if I had drunk it.

Of course I said no.

She pointed outside and asked me to look at it.

I looked at everyone around me who were still roaring at the sky, and had to stand up.

Zheng Xiangdong vomited for a long time, and I also beat him for a long time.

The specific process will not be described, after all, it is filled with a sad smell.

After smearing his face in front of the sink, Zheng Xiangdong staggered out of the bathroom again.

I followed it not far or near.

I didn't expect that he would never enter the private room, but sat down at the entrance of the corridor.

I asked him what he was doing here and go back.

He didn't answer, and he touched his pocket and said, "I want to smoke."

I forgot everything, he smiled and said, I've been quitting smoking for seven or eight years.

I really don't know what to say.

After taking a sip, he said: You can also draw.

So I also lit one with my handrail against the stairs.

I, Ah, I'm happy today, do you know?He is here again.

I nodded.

In the past 1982, 2004, 222 years, I have done something but nothing has been done!

Zheng Xiangdong shook his legs and the key chain jingled. In the city singing and dancing troupe, the opera singers were just a big deal. They received subsidies every year, and the opera group gave the least amount of money!There are only a few plays that are going on over and over again. Whoever plays who will not play, who will play the protagonist and who will play the supporting role. The leader has the final say. Where is the leader? Playing mahjong under the old locust tree!He knew how to squirt a cigarette and dance, and asked him to tell him that five famous actors from Pingju came out. Can you see if he can say all of them?

I feel very interesting. This guy looks like Xiao Zheng is still an old angry young man.

How did your grandfather go to the local theater troupe back then? I feel frustrated!

Zheng Xiangdong slapped his thighs straight, and even the ash shook. He had a high qualification, it didn't matter. I can't do it, I still have to mess around!Later, the singing and dancing troupe went bankrupt, and at least the qualifications were reached and he entered the cultural center.What does this cultural center do?Drink tea, read newspapers, and clean up if there is any inspection. It is completely unrelated to this Pingju.It’s also the festival, it’s May Day and New Year’s Day. We’ll have a party, and we’ll go up and sing a few words, all kinds of dicks!

To be honest, I don't like to listen to these things at all.

Such a big man complained to you, which was tormenting enough, so I threw away the cigarette butt and said: Let's go?

Zheng Xiangdong was not happy, and he took care of me asking for cigarettes, so I had to bend down and light it respectfully for him.

Your mother, I hit it off with me when I started this Pingju Art Troupe. This positioning is so accurate!Looking around the country, there are only a few Ping Theater that are capable of creating new dramas. Not to mention the theater troupes, there are only ones that can be said!When this troupe was engaged in Ah, it really liberated us, me, Lao He, Lao Guo, and who else really liberated us.Think about Ah, it would be great if it would have been a few years earlier. What would we do now? The great time has been wasted.

My mother came out of the private room and looked around in the corridor and walked to the bathroom door.

I vaguely heard her call Lin Lin.

Just as he was about to respond, the man sitting on the ground sighed and spoke again: What an aunt, uh, Niu Xiuqin, don’t look so angry now. Back then, Ah was in the city singing and dance troupe, she was just an accountant, an accountant at the old Hongxing Theater. I don’t know if I graduated from high school, so I forced her brother to find connections.At that time, he was sweet-mouthed, both uncle and brother. As a result, he was transferred to the sales department as a manager. In a blink of an eye, he slapped his butt into the cultural center. When we came to our senses, they had already gone to the Cultural Bureau.We were rehearsing the show, and the leader came to inspect it. He looked up and saw that this was the runny ox that was back then, nor was it uncle or brother anymore, he was very angry!

I was stunned by this and watched my mother return to the private room.She wore a short floral jacket on the upper body and a pleated skirt on the lower body, and she passed by in the corridor like a butterfly picking flowers.

You said you have any skills, Ah, isn't it just a woman? Zheng Xiangdong's back against the wall and his head was hanging down, his voice getting lower and lower. Who doesn't know about that?

For me, these words are difficult to tell whether they are true or false. More importantly, I don’t know what to say at all, so I can only pretend not to hear them.

The waiter called this and gave us a blank look.

I quickly gave way to others, but the person on the ground turned a blind eye.

Of course, I don’t have much ability, I’m just a worker. It doesn’t matter, I don’t have a backstage, I don’t have money, and I can’t make any big contributions.There is nothing I can bring to the troupe except decades of experience in rehearsal.When this requires money, approval, and performance certificate, we can’t help at most. At most, we can ask people to find ways.This girl is just holding on to Ah, it’s really hard, it’s very hard.

Zheng Xiangdong sighed repeatedly, perhaps with a mouthful of phlegm. His voice was hoarse and tense, like a dying person trying hard to break the plastic bag on his head.

Unprepared, I suddenly felt a sudden shock and my goosebumps fell all over the floor.

Your mother works hard, do you know?He shook his head repeatedly and muttered to himself, as if he was trapped in a kind of devilish madness.

The lights are as bright as day, I wonder if the sky is getting dark?I couldn't help but touch another cigarette.

The government has to take care of everything and approve everything. There is no paper. He looked up at me, waved his arm, and a piece of ash scattered along. You can't do anything. This society is like this. If you want to do something, you have to learn to compromise. Honest people, you can't do anything. You will know slowly.

I don’t understand what he means, nor do I understand when the topic shifted from him to me. This abrupt feeling makes people feel uncomfortable.

I think it's time to go back.

Zheng Xiangdong had no intention of getting up.

His hair was as black as ever, but his eyebrows were covered with white spots.

He blew his cigarette and then burped, and the smoke overflowed from his mouth and nostrils at the same time.

The hall downstairs was filled with people, and the private rooms upstairs were shouting and shouting. The central air conditioner created a cool air conditioner, but there was a smell of rotten salted fish everywhere around.

I suddenly felt that this summer vacation was too long.

It was at this moment that my mother jumped out.

What are you two doing here?She looked at me, then at Xiao Zheng, and when her eyes returned to me, she said, "Who told you to smoke again?"

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On August 24th, Niu Xiuqin actually came home.

At that time, my grandma was putting on the soles of the shoes at the balcony, and I lay on the sofa in the living room to watch the video of the men's basketball team and Saihei's game.

The reason I watched the video was of course because I missed last night's game.

The reason I missed last night's game was of course because I gave up the Chinese team early.

Since the men's basketball team lost to Spain by a big score, since Yao Ming claimed at a press conference that he had lost hope and even wanted to withdraw from the team, any wise person would make such a choice.

However, last night, these gangs narrowly defeated Sihei with one point and advanced to the quarterfinals, which inevitably made people look forward to it.

The third section just ended when the doorbell rang, and grandma said she would open the door, so I went to open it.

Then Niu Xiuqin appeared in her sight, holding a plastic bag in one hand, with a pumpkin stuffed in each.

This is really shocking.

Of course, she was also surprised, at least she was surprised, because she shouted: You didn’t say it long ago at home, and I thought you had started school, so I asked these two things to run so far, wanting to exhaust my aunt Ah!

Grandma was naturally overjoyed at Niu Xiuqin's arrival.

She always told me to serve tea, water, and turn on the air conditioner to cut watermelon, for fear of treating this precious cousin misunderstanding.

Niu Xiuqin is kind-hearted, but in fact she enjoys this attentiveness very much, I guess yes.

Regarding pumpkin, she said that a cousin from her hometown planted a lot of them, but she actually didn't plant them. She just came out of her own and climbed the entire gable overnight. You said that it's spiritual or not.

Grandma was of course overjoyed about the spiritual pumpkin.

She listed all kinds of illnesses and pains of her family, including her mother's hemorrhoids some time ago, in order to gain spiritual protection through her honesty.

IMHO, this emotion is certainly unhealthy.

Regarding the cousin in my hometown, grandma asked if it was XXX. Niu Xiuqin said, how did you know, grandma started to talk about how he was when he was a child, which made Niu Xiuqin laugh so hard that she fell back and forth.

It's really a bit exaggerated.

The game ended soon, not how good the Chinese team performed, but how bad the Siege Black performed.

However, Yao Ming and Li Nan are indeed great heroes, and the battle is remarkable.

I changed a few platforms, glanced at the balcony, felt their saliva sporadically, and finally got up and went into the study.

After a while, Niu Xiuqin came in and asked me what I was doing.

I said I was going to watch a movie.

In fact, I was a little absent-minded and hadn't figured out what to do.

What movie Ah, have you asked my aunt to see?

She came over, supported her knees with her hands, and the large wavy curls of looseness stroked my cheeks.

I had to open a movie casually.

"Please Close Your Eyes" was performed by Wang Zhiwen, a big garbage film, but I didn't have time to delete the goal after watching it.

A mother's photo frame was set next to the monitor, and Niu Xiuqin picked it up and looked at it for a while.

The photo was taken in Yintan, Weihai in 1995. My mother was wearing a bright red one-piece swimsuit, wrapped in a white shirt outside, and a swimming ring around her neck. Her wet hair was scattered on her shoulders, which was obviously and playful.

Horror movie, is this good to watch?Niu Xiuqin put down the photo frame and was closer to me. Perfume and hair made people want to sneeze.Before I could answer, she squeezed me: Let my aunt sit down too.As I said this, my fat butt took up most of the seat surface, which made me feel a little sad.Niu Xiuqin's thighs are very elastic, and it looks more elastic when wrapped in a single skirt.She hugged her arms, so there was always a touch of snow-whiteness in my aftermath.Grandma is still in the living room, but unfortunately she can't hear any sound.Liao Fan was shocked, just like a sissy.Niu Xiuqin asked me if this person played Qiao Feng, and I said no.She squeezed me and whispered: What are you pretending?

What?

Didn't receive a text message?

No Ah.In fact, the phone is thrown in the bedroom and cannot be seen even when it is received.So I asked her what she posted.

Nothing.Niu Xiuqin stopped talking, as if she was photographed by a movie.

I don’t know how long it took, but my grandmother opened the door and said she wanted to go out to buy some things for use, so that Niu Xiuqin would not leave and stay for lunch.

The latter did not say whether she wanted to stay, but just reminded her grandma to be safe and sent her to the door.

When she came back, she continued to sit next to me and said nothing.

As for me, I only have to straighten my back.

When Zhang Yaoyang died, she patted my legs: What kind of horror movie is this?

I didn't say anything, so she hit my lap twice and said: Your mother is really beautiful.

What did I say, she pointed to the photo.

Although I was a little happy, I still didn't say anything.

Niu Xiuqin smiled and asked me if there was any movie.

What movie?

Whatever you say, just pretend.

I think this is a bit exaggerated.

Niu Xiuqin continued to pound my legs: You young people are not the most familiar with that.

I had no choice but to laugh.

Put your mother's photos here, watching movies is not a problem?

This aunt was close to my ears and grabbed my crotch at the same time.

I am very ashamed, I have been tough for a long time.

This sudden grip made me tremble for a moment.

At this point, the colorful hand never left, although its owner kept staring at the monitor and shouted softly when he saw the thrilling place.

To be honest, this feeling makes people feel uncomfortable.

Later she asked her grandma if she would bring the keys when she went out. I said she would bring it, and she asked if she wanted her. Of course I didn’t know what to say.

She turned around and sat down on my thigh.

Then my phone rang.

Yes, even though it was separated by a wall, even if Sammi Cheng was screaming in a loud voice, it was still deafening.

It was Lao He, and she asked slowly: How did you write your internship report?