Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 95 (Short Stories --- Rock City)

The short story (Yancheng) is freshly released. First of all, I would like to thank everyone for your long-term support. Novels, poems, and essays have been on and off for more than 8 years. I believe in Buddhism, read books, and listen to songs. These are just my hobbies.Long-term writing, materials, drafts, and proofreading are all by yourself. If there are typos, please include more.
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This is a set of extremely perfunctory reinforced concrete buildings, completed at the end of the last century, and rebuilt many times.There are still some rusty water pipes that are visible to the naked eye. From the many empty frames without windows, a large section of steel bars that are not covered by cement have been found. In some places, the paint on the walls has also peeled off a lot, just like many other cities in this city. Like a building, like a stubborn old man showing his brilliance when he was young.

The building complex is [-] meters along the street and covers an area of ​​tens of acres. Inside, there are thousands of shops specializing in textiles.
This is the largest textile market in Yancheng and the largest trading place in North China.

The market gate opens between the two rows of buildings facing the street, just to allow the distance between two cars to pass side by side.The metal arched signboard fell on both sides of the building, and its body was suspended in the air. Several large characters of "Fengcai Textile World" were welded on the rusted iron frame. Under the signboard, there were several stalls with their walls gathered together. Share the folding table and small marza that you brought, and sell some braised pork cold dishes or pancakes and fruits, and baked cold noodles and other snacks.

The tattered tricycle pulls up the stove and the steaming aluminum pot. Several plastic bags are hung on the handlebars for easy packing, and disposable chopsticks are placed in the basket.Most of the people who set up the stalls were simple middle-aged and elderly women, speaking their local accents, chatting with their peers and customers, or scolding the lazy and unsatisfactory children at home. They laughed, grieved, noisy, shouted, For less than ten yuan for a meal in front of the stall, you can find out how many flats, how many rooms, how many rooms, how old the children are and how they are doing.

The wheels of the table, chairs and wheels were rolling against the cement, and the woman's rough hand held a fly swatter to chase the flying flies, and she cursed, probably blaming the flies for being indifferent to the joys and sorrows of human beings.

Going inside, there are ten eight-storey buildings on the left and right, A and B. The buildings are connected by overpasses. All of them are shops for fabric business. What ingredients, original fabrics, and finished products are also available.There was a saying back then, "If you want to distribute, do wholesale: if you want to be rich, you can sell cloth." People are very disdainful of taking those retail orders, but nowadays, after all, they are not the same thing. Wholesale and retail businesses need to be done.

The buildings here are very narrow, and there is hardly any sunlight from morning to night throughout the year, and all kinds of cloth and leather fabrics are piled up all year round, and hundreds of tattered woven bags stand or lie down, occupying the original There are not many places to stay, and the bases are half higher than people, making it even more dark, damp, and crowded.

If the vertical and horizontal curtain rails are the flagpoles that have lost their sails and the cloth rolls are the tireless guards day after day, then the people who live here are almost ignored and forgotten, the bell ringers in the middle tower.

This is the city, this is not the city.

But this is Rock City.
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Chapter [-]: (Liu Mingci)

Liu Mingci bought three kinds of cold dishes from the snack street at the corner of the building and bought two cans of beer at the "Tong Uncle's Small Shop" at the gate. I heard that the owner of this small shop was a poet when he was young. Poet? Liu Mingcidi I heard this name once, so that every time I consume it, I look at it with admiration.Walk straight for a few minutes, stand at the stairway and look in the direction of your store.

The railings of the aisle have long been rusted and stained, and the thick and thin old and new cloth and sacks are lined up in a row in every household. It seems weak but insists on it, which makes Liu Mingci think about which one he likes to rely on. His father, who was smoking by the railing, could almost lean out half of his body, and while puffing the clouds, he "pointed the country" and told Liu Mingci some untrue and untrue anecdotes heard on the radio. Shit emperor, bah."

Liu Mingci looked at the long and narrow corridor in front of her, and unconsciously associated it with the bright aisle of the school. However, the corridor here was neither clean nor bright, and someone's garbage pile was torn and stinking. Sour water.

Liu Mingci pouted.

She hadn't even finished junior high school. Recently, she has been thinking about her time at school. Sometimes, in a blink of an eye, she seems to see her good friend from junior high school waving at her downstairs and asking her if she wants to buy an old popsicle after school. In a second, she turned into a woman who sold Roman poles in the 304 store and asked her if she had any goods for logistics.When sellers in surrounding cities form a group to buy goods, if anyone takes a young short-term worker, she always thinks about the child's age and guesses whether he or she is taking advantage of the holiday to experience life.Sometimes she heard the neighbors teach the children to do homework at noon, and asked the children over and over again what was the next sentence, and she would nest in her small nest made of junk and think: Yes, the sky is right The rain is against the wind, what's the next sentence?

The kid next door stammered and couldn't answer.Right here, Liu Mingci sighed and muttered to himself, "It's obviously the mainland versus the sky."

Most of the people who do business here have their own residences. Only Liu Mingci lives in the store alone. When he sleeps, he spreads a bed, and when he wakes up, he spreads a roll. The cloth head wiped the table and put it away, and stuffed it into the back wall that was covered by an unknown curtain.

The cloth was damp, but she was obsessed with wrapping herself tightly. The Buddha really created a place for herself that could be called a "home".
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Chapter [-]: (Northern Poetry)
When Beishi met Liu Mingci for the first time, Liu Mingci.

It was the first time that Bei Shi came to a strange city with her mother. Her mother had not been in business for a long time, and she could not even figure out the way in the textile city with her. Lai: "Sister, are you looking for that store?"

Liu Mingci had just grown up at that time, and like other big men who specialized in manual work, a towel of invisible color was hung around his neck, he was wearing a sleeveless vest, a pair of men's big pants, and his feet slipped on sneakers, because The weight-bearing man has not been very tall all the year round, but he is unexpectedly strong. His calf and arms have muscles, and he can carry a whole roll of cloth that is bigger than himself, just like a child's play.

Liu Mingci's appearance was extremely "impact" to the junior Bei Shi at the time, but her mother let Buddha see the savior, and quickly took out the slips in her bag and asked for the address one by one. Liu Mingci brought the cloth on her shoulders. After coming down, she pointed out one by one patiently, until her mother asked her, "Are you working here at such a young age?" Liu Mingci smiled heartily and showed her white teeth, "Sister, I am an adult, so I have to work to support myself. ?"

Pointing across the road, Liu Mingci lifted the cloth, Zanli lifted his breath, and with a "Huo" in his mouth, he rolled the cloth on his shoulders again, and said to Bei Shi's mother, "Let's go, Sister Ha, you can come to us later. Take a look at the store, No. 9, Building 019, Block B, called Yafeng Curtains, our store owner is very good, if you come, I will give you five yuan cheaper for one meter!"

It was not until Liu Mingci walked away with the cloth that Bei Shi's mother sighed, "That little girl is really amazing."
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Chapter [-]: (she and her)

When Bei Shi met Liu Mingci for the second time, Bei Shi.

The mother walked in front, holding the floor map of the market in her hand, Bei Shi followed behind with large bags and small bags, cloth plates from various households hanging on her shoulders, and was also responsible for handing out and receiving business cards. She was sweaty and tired.

The two of them came to a deserted store, and the mother stepped over the pile of fabrics on the ground with ease, and probed into it: "Is Xiaoci there?"

There is a huge desk in this shop, enough for an adult to lie on it and sleep. It should be specially made by a carpenter. On the mahogany surface, a large pile of cloth boards and bulging black bags are piled up.

Bei Shi walked in with his mother, only to find a woman sitting next to the desk, wearing glasses and copying something in a notebook, with an open book (Xiaoxiaofengyu) on her arm, she didn't realize that the two of them 's arrival

The woman's handwriting is ugly, but the strokes are very serious, and the book is dissatisfied with the dense small characters.That book (Xiaoxiao Fengyuxia) is a bound book, and the corners of the book are rough and rough, like waves rolled up on the sea, probably because of frequent flipping.

Bei Shi always felt that this woman looked familiar, until she raised her head and took off her glasses, Bei Shi was shocked to realize that this was the girl who met a cloth on her shoulders in the market a few years ago.

The mother seemed to know how Liu Mingci got her own shop step by step from a working girl over the years. Bei Shi watched from the side, but felt that compared to a few years ago, Liu Mingci seemed much more mature. Facing her mother's inquiries about the industry, she answered even more. Take it easy.The mother was surprised and asked her with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that I am here to inquire about the enemy's situation?" Liu Mingci also laughed; "Sister Nana is not the enemy who has helped me so much, but my sister." Liu Mingci called her mother. She was so happy that she left Bei Shi in a mess in the wind, thinking that Liu Mingci was not much older than herself, and that she should call her sister according to her age, but what is wrong with her seniority, so she had to carry it back and pretend to appreciate the sample.

"Why study hard here? I called you so loudly and didn't answer, thinking you weren't there." The mother asked casually, but Liu Mingci immediately showed guilt and replied, "Where to study? , just copying and copying words to kill time, sister, look at how deserted I am."

Most of the sources of goods in this market are textile factories in the south, and then radiate from here to surrounding cities and provinces. Some shops specialize in high-end routes. They will not open for three years, and they will be open for three years. In comparison, Liu Mingci's sample price is moderate, but the sample looks like a young man's eye, and the style is too simple.
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Chapter [-]: (Business Economics)

Bei Shi watched his mother turn around in the store several times before finally pulling up a grey-pink checkered shade and asking:

"How much does your home sell for?"

"35 meters, sister"

"Excuse me, other stores have you like this, and they sell it for 32 a meter."

"Sister, we can't just look at the price." Liu Mingci took out a pair of scissors, picked up the sample, and suddenly cut out a palm's length from one corner, and then rubbed it a few times in his hand to remove all the threads in the burrs. Pull out a section of the black line and light it up.These movements are done in one go, and those who are proficient can't be proficient. Both Bei Shi and his mother are as surprised as when they first saw Liu Mingci fight against a cloth roll that was bigger than her entire body many years ago.

"What are you doing? You cut all the samples and are you still in business?"

Liu Mingci smiled innocently, lifted a corner of the cloth to face the door, and said, "It doesn't matter, sister, I will explain it to you. Look, I know which store you are talking about, but our cloth is thicker than others'. On the first floor, look at the shading effect. I will guarantee you a ticket here. There are thousands of stores in this market. You can go to see them. Even better, it's the goods from the factories in Guangdong, you can rest assured."

Bei Shi went over to look at the corner of the broken curtain with her mother. It was indeed thicker than other blackout curtains, but she still couldn't hold back her regret. Bei Shi heard her mother sigh and said, "I lost to you"
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Chapter [-]: (a broken guitar)
Bei Shi was standing at the door of "Mingci Fabric Art" with a guitar on his back. Liu Mingci looked at her angrily with his arms around him.

"You can't go to college!"

"not going"

"why"

"It's boring, I don't want to go."

"Sister Na, do you agree?"

"My mother actually wants you to call her auntie," Bei Shi grabbed the guitar case strap.

Liu Mingci scratched his head irritably, but at this time there were so many people in the store that he was really too busy, so he casually said, "Then you stay here for now." Then he got busy in the store.
Later, when Bei Shi mentioned this matter to Liu Mingci during dinner, Liu Mingci was so angry that he tapped Bei Shi's head with his chopsticks: "I told you to stand there, and I will deal with you later, how do you understand that I want you Adopted, I am not a philanthropist, I specialize in taking in street children."

Bei Shi screamed while stroking his hair: "I just got my hair permed! Your chopsticks are full of oil" Liu Ming kindly took off the slippers on his feet and was about to smoke Bei Shi, cursing: "You still have your head permed, you How much money you make a day is all spent on your own head, your head is precious, a few hundred million, right? I still despise my chopsticks oil, and I also despise your hair oil!"

Bei Shi scratched at his hair, thinking about how oily he had just washed yesterday, but with a pleasing smile on his face, he sat back to pick up the marinated chicken feet and said, "Where are you a philanthropist? You are always an artist, I, a wandering singer, can be fortunate to be favored by you, it is a great kindness to not throw me out, and the little one can’t think of it as a reward, can I do it?”

Liu Mingci wrapped the chicken paw in a plastic bag and gnawed it, making the best comment on Bei Shi's words:
"Losing business, it's a beautiful idea."
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Chapter [-]: (with you in the distance)
Bei Shi was sitting at the door of the shop with Erlang's legs crossed, singing with a guitar in her arms, Liu Mingci leaning on the armrest and looking down, feeling complacent, but she spent a lot of effort to get from the textile city poet and uncle Tong. Got it!
miss you
like flowing water

It is like the morning glow that nourishes the heart
Like the hand of the spring breeze, soothe the mind
Apply heat, persistent you
Kneaded into cardamom, embedded in the miss of you

Hope

Tales of the Underworld

both you and me

Which one, the star is your home
Thinking of you will not be far away

a piece of red leaves
All, I want what you want to say
line up

drifting in the wind

Your appearance is deeply etched in my memory.

Liu Mingci saw a little girl downstairs who was no more than eight or nine years old. She had braided braids and wore a Zanxin skirt with white ruffles along the skirt. Even from such a long distance, Liu Mingci could see that it was handmade. Sewn on.

The little girl was held by a little boy and climbed up a "hill" made of woven piles. The little boy turned his face and said to the little girl happily:

"Looking up from here, does it look like Howl's Moving Castle?"
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Chapter [-]: (Dancing to a Song)
Colorful Textile City has installed ten or eight loudspeakers in each building. For fear that others will not hear it, they play songs on time at [-] o'clock in the afternoon every day. Almost all of them are divine comedies or saliva songs, which shows that the cultural attainments of the people who choose the song list are really not high.

A speaker was installed near Liu Mingci's shop. After months of being poisoned by Internet celebrity Divine Comedy, it finally changed its style today and played the golden songs of the 80s of the last century.

Liu Mingci swallowed a mouthful of saliva and wiped his mouth: "Thank God, my ears are almost deaf." Bei Shi listened for a while, then smiled: "I've heard of this, the high school PE teacher taught us to skip the waltz, I said that I might dance when I attend a party in college, but the party has never been held, but I have studied Ba Duan Jin for four years."

Physical education teachers teach the waltz?Isn't Baduanjin Tai Chi?

Liu Mingci was stunned for a moment: What is this?
Bei Shi seemed to be amused by himself. He swiftly folded the small dining table and put it away. After cleaning the corridor, he didn't know what he was looking for when he entered the room. light bulbs.

Bei Shi moved a stool and stepped on it, hung the light bulb under Liu Mingci's "Mingci Fabric" signboard, turned on the switch, and a light was lit in front of the door. Bei Shi walked towards Liu Mingci, a gentleman who can only be seen in a movie. Li raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Miss, can I invite you to a dance?"

Liu Mingci stood by the side with arms around the whole process, and when she saw this move, she laughed out loud and said, "Clear out the foreign appearance."

Bei Shi pulled Liu Mingci under the lamp and laughed, "Come on, I'll teach you how to dance."

When Bei Shi was in high school, she learned women's steps, and if she taught Liu Mingci at this time, the two of them would have to step on their feet. Fortunately, Bei Shi remembered that male and female dance was nothing more than a mirror image reversal. In addition, Liu Mingci had a good ability to accept new knowledge. So Bei Shi suddenly became a good teacher, and Liu Mingci was her proud disciple.
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Chapter [-]: (Youth continues)
At this time, Bei Shi joked: "Xiao Liu is a good dancer!"

Dancing is also easy to say, Liu Mingci thought, it is nothing more than the left foot and the right foot, going forward and backward, three small steps followed by one big step, but I don't know that Bei Shi is sweating, thinking that he has not learned it, just hope Liu Mingci Don't learn so fast, fortunately Liu Mingci has learned the previous ones. He just said that he needs to practice hard, and Bei Shi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that next time he will add a lampshade to the lamp, add some colorful lights, and download a few more A learning instructional video.

There was no one at dinner time. The neighbors moved their little horses to sit around in the corridor, and there was a crowd. After Beishi hung up the light bulbs, some people started to think about it, so there were more people watching. .

The two of them were not very clever dancers, but among such a group of businessmen, they were "unique enough."

Liu Mingci was not used to being watched by so many people. In fact, there were about 10 people watching, and his ears suddenly turned red.

She wore a white chiffon shirt today with fungus around her neckline.He was wearing a black ribbon, his trousers were a pair of black straight-leg pants, and his canvas shoes were also low-top black, revealing his smooth ankles, and Bei Shi did not know if he was carrying a little underground lover, a small white translucent cardigan, and a pair of black Marys. Zhen shoes, abruptly dressed the random night market stalls into twins.

Until later, did Beishi download the waltz teaching video, and the light bulb was never hung up, not to mention the lantern and lampshade.

On the gorgeous rainbow, under the bright fireworks, in the dim lights, and in the noisy city, the flying youth is recorded. It is the melancholy under the moonlight, and the helplessness under the starlight.Youth is so beautiful, I don't know when I embarked on a road called youth.
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Chapter [-]: (final chapter)
The long-lost sky has drizzled, and the scenery in the rain is even more nostalgic. Every corner is dyed in the moisture, like a painting of red and green, with thick and light strokes, which outlines the world.The hurried time slowed down, moisturizing the ups and downs of the air, and the flowers, plants and trees dotted in the city absorbed the rain that was bestowed by God.

The uncle of the small shop didn't seem to be in his own shop. He went to the flower shop not far away and shoved an umbrella into the hands of the proprietress. Liu Mingci heard from others that the proprietress of the flower shop came from a small town in Northeast China.Every time he passed by Liu Mingci, he slowed down and imagined that others could also give him a bouquet of flowers.

Yancheng is still the place with such a stubborn temper. The story in the city continues. People are moving forward for life, dreams and pursuits.
(End of this chapter)