Golden Greenery

　　The night was like a fisherman's net, and gradually gathered up. The running sound of morning exercises outside the window stomped loudly, from far to near, and then slowly away. The scorching heat of the summer night had not completely faded, and the morning sun quietly poked out his head again.

　　Because the bedroom window faces east, the curtains are slightly thick, and the red velvet floor curtains are embroidered with yellow coconut trees and blue mountains.

　　 Zhuo Yang hasn't figured out why the coconut tree is yellow instead of green, and why the mountain is blue. Is there a blue mountain in this world? Shouldn't the coconut tree grow by the sea?

　　 Zhuo Yang also asked his mother, mother said: How big is the world, do you know? Zhuo Yang was confused, what did it, where did it all follow, not next to it. Before he could continue to question him, his mother said impatiently:

　　 "There is no reason, whatever I say!"

　　Yellow coconut tree, blue mountain and red velvet curtains are heavy, but they still can't block the sunlight from coming in. Every morning, the eleven-square-meter bedroom will glow with red and clear light, and the whole room will be red and cloud-like, which looks like the alchemy room of the old man.

　　In the auspicious and healthy red light, Zhuo Yang opened his eyes. The naked upper body felt uncomfortable because of the air conditioning blowing all night. He reached for the remote control by the pillow, raised his arms, turned off the air with a "beep", and the room suddenly became quiet.

　　 Throughout the process, Zhuo Yang seemed to move only his left arm, the rest of his body did not move at all, and his eyes did not blink.

　　 lay down for a while, Zhuo Yang turned his head to look at Yeshan Honglian. In fact, he prefers the style of lattice and stripes, but because he hasn't hung it on the window, he doesn't know the effect. Besides, Zhuo Yang doesn't hate yellow coconuts, blue mountains and red clouds, but just wants to know what latticed or striped windows look like in the perspective of sunlight.

　　 Zhuo Yang set his head straight, staring at a place on the ceiling of the white roof, and glanced at it, but there was nothing there. Zhuo Yang blinked.

　　 Yes, today is the day to go to Germany.

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　　 Zhuo Yang is seventeen years old. Seventeen years ago, he was born in Xi'an, a second-tier city in the northwest of the country. For the past 17 years, Zhuo Yang has lived here and is familiar with everything here. Except for Xi'an, he has hardly been to other cities. For Zhuo Yang, the great rivers and mountains of the motherland only exist on the national map hanging on the side wall of the living room at home.

　　 Zhuo Yang’s father, Zhuo Tongtong, is a soldier, but not a traditional soldier of Jin Ge iron horse and Rong Ma. Zhuo Tongtong is an intellectual. The university major is English and the second language is German. After graduation, he has been working as a teacher in a university in Xi'an. His life is slow and compact. Until the year Zhuo Yang was three years old, a famous military school in Xi'an was recruited from a local university because of expansion. Zhuo Tongtong was recommended by his university. After passing all the examinations, he put on his military uniform and got his wish. A glorious military civilian trainer.

　　 Zhuo Yang has always remembered his father's first appearance in front of his family in military uniform that winter. A coat with breeches, hard-to-shine black leather shoes, a large boat-shaped brim hat, and a bright and majestic figure against the background of the epaulette collar and cap badge. Xiao Zhuoyang's star is full of admiration for his father.

　　 Zhuo Yang's mother Yang Hong is a somewhat graceful southern woman. She has very deep piano skills and is quite famous in China. Gracefulness is Yang Hong's appearance, and toughness is Yang Hong's inner.

　　After graduating from the University of Music majoring in piano, Yang Hong did not return to his hometown in the South, but chose to stay and teach at the school. On an autumn afternoon, Yang Hong, who had finished the bridge rice noodles, had just walked out of the door of the restaurant, and hadn’t had time to wipe his mouth. He was hit by Zhuo Tongtong, who had just eaten the oil splashing noodles next door, and had no time to wipe his mouth. Follow.

　　 A very old story.

　　 Autumn is undoubtedly the most beautiful season in Xi'an!

　　 Zhuo Tongtong and Yang Hong got married. One year later, they had a daughter named Zhuo Qiuqiu. After another three years, Zhuo Qiuqiu became a sister.

　　 Further on, the family of four is in the family academy of the military academy. Everyone is accustomed to call it a compound and have a happy life.

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　　 It is said that most people's brains use only one-tenth, and the remaining nine-tenths are completely idle, which will slowly become useless. Zhuo Yang is clearly an exception.

　　 Zhuo Yang showed his talents when he was very young. Yuan Kuocheng's "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", a half-hour storytelling, and the three-year-old Zhuo Yang can be fully explained after only one listen. At the age of four, Zhuo Tongtong threw the messy Rubik’s cube to Zhuo Yang, turned to go to the clothes hanger on the hanger and took out a pack of Ashima. Twisted back, the six sides were uniform. At the age of five, he was able to speak with Zhuo Tongtong in German. At the age of six, Zhuo Yang was even able to curse people fluently in English. At the age of eight, just after learning chess for a few days, he won the old revolutionary grandfather of the army cadre next to the compound and lifted the table. The old revolutionary grandfather has escaped from the North Korean battlefield and has returned to life. After half a lifetime of self-cultivation and self-cultivation, he has not been angry for more than 40 years.

　　 In short, the magical Zhuo Yang learns everything very quickly. Many things can be seen at a glance, many movements can only be learned once, and they can be done in a sensible manner. After thinking about it for a while, they will have no sense of rustiness.

It is said that a person who uses his brain 100%, such a person, even if he has never been in contact with the piano at all, but as long as he is allowed to watch the performance of Liszt's "Tang Juan" and only one time, he can play it completely, And I will never forget it in my life, and I will always be here.

　　 Find someone to reason!

　　No one knows how much Zhuo Yang's brain has developed, five out of ten? Six out of ten? Or eight or nine tenths? Anyway, he had a label since childhood: Smart!

　　 Smart kids have one thing in common, that is, if they are not down to earth, Zhuo Yang will escape very much.

　　The children of the teacher went to school early, Zhuo Yang entered the army sub-school at the age of five, and began a student era that was as painful as all children in China. Zhuo Yang has never been a good student because he is too clever.

　　 But there is another characteristic of smart kids, that is, they like to read books and read extracurricular books.

　　 Influenced by Zhuo Tongtong, an amateur senior history enthusiast and pseudo-literature enthusiast, Zhuo Yang started reading Chinese and foreign historical classics and literary classics one by one since he began to read. Of course, even bigger, the magical Zhuo Yang looks at ancient Chinese textbooks, all of which are in classical Chinese, while the western masterpieces are all in English.

　　 Zhuo Yang has a father he admires.

　　Children who grew up in the army's courtyard also have a characteristic that makes them fight. Zhuo Yang is no exception.

　　He and his little friends often had a mess with the children on the street just for one look.

　　 He glared at me and beat him!

　　 He whistled at the girl in our compound, hit him!

　　He, today, why not..., beat him...

　　With Zhuo Yang's physical coordination and movement learning ability, fighting is undoubtedly a good hand. In his own words: Those stupid moves are too slow!

　　 However, Zhuo Yang does not like to fight, but he likes to be with his friends.

　　 Besides, boys don't fight, how can they have a face called adolescence.

　　Adolescent Zhuo Yang does not like fighting, does not like to go to school, does not like to eat fat and onions. But he likes football!

　　Xi'an is not a traditional football city, but Xi'an is a fan city. In other words, there are many people watching the ball, but few people playing the ball.

　　 In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month in 1989, Zhuo Yang, who was more than four years old, wore a thick down jacket and walked alone to the playground of the Military Academy. Because it was Sunday, there were no soldiers training on the yellow turf playground. The cold northwest wind swept over the playground. Zhuo Yang squeezed the collar of the crimson down jacket with his hands and muttered: cold, so cold.

At this time, Zhuo Yang saw six soldiers. They only wore army green vests on their upper bodies. Their strong biceps were like the big lump mustards sold in the store of the military service agency. The raised chest muscles supported the vest bulging. There was hot air blowing in the northwest wind. They are chasing a black and white ball.

　　 This is the first time Zhuo Yang has seen playing football!

　　 A soldier kicked a flaw when he stopped the ball. The football turned to the edge of the grass against his sole, rolled slowly to Zhuo Yang, and then slowly stopped at Zhuo Yang's foot.

　　 "Children, pick up the ball for your uncle."

　　 Half an hour later, the six soldiers watched Zhuo Yang with his feet upside down in horror, and the football had not landed for almost ten minutes.

　　 Crimson down jacket was thrown on the yellow grass, like the desert rose in Taklimakan.

　　Six soldiers squeezed the collar of the cotton army coat, afraid of the slightest cold wind in their necks, and muttered in their mouths: cold, so cold!

　　 Since then, Zhuo Yang has fallen in love with football, and it makes no sense to love, not at all like the magical talent of his clever little prodigy.

　　 clever children often don't seek to understand but only to understand.

　　 In the first grade, Zhuo Yang had no way to play football with children of the same age. The third grade is only the object of his play. In the first grade of junior high school, he started to play with those sturdy soldiers in the small field. Although he often couldn't play the whole game because of his small physical strength and physical reasons, Zhuo Yang's extraordinary skills and shots at any time and anywhere made the soldiers helpless. . When he was in high school, no one knew the name of Zhuo Yang in the field of Xi'an citizens' wildball. He was often called by uncles who played wildball to help save the field.

　　 But in football, Zhuo Yang has a huge trouble because of his mother Yang Hong.

Ever since Zhuo Yang became famous in the field of folk game, he has been found by coaches of sports schools and even professional teams. He hopes Zhuo Yang can enter the echelon of football sports schools or football clubs, but without exception, his mother Yang Hong Bounce out the door mercilessly. Although his father Zhuo Tongtong is indispensable, he is also a half-fake fan who can’t see the practice, but he also feels that playing football is not a serious thing. It’s okay to play. The meaning in the Mahjong Hall is similar.

　　 Zhuo Yang's most admired person is his father Zhuo Tongtong, a literary and sullen man. Zhuo Yang's most feared person is her mother Yang Hong, a gentle and tough woman.

　　Yang Hong hates all sports and thinks it is a symbol of brutality and rudeness. Yang Hong's bones flowed through the spirit and arrogance of the traditional southern water girl, and he could only see profound knowledge and art in his eyes. But as a female pianist in a new era, Yang Hong is used to controlling everything proudly and has irresistible leadership authority in the family.

　　Yang Hong never plays sports, doesn't play badminton, doesn't know where there is a table tennis table, doesn't run long, doesn't sprint, doesn't jog. In addition to walking with her husband occasionally, Yang Hong’s only passion for sports is on the Simmons mattress that is two meters wide and two meters long in the bedroom. The night is quiet, Zhuo Qiuqiu and Zhuo Yang are asleep, she and Zhuo Tong Tong is doing a fierce hand-to-hand match, and is happy.

　　Yang Hong loves Zhuo Tongtong, Zhuo Tongtong loves Yang Hong. They love deeply.

　　 Zhuo Tongtong is afraid of Yang Hong, not only him, Zhuo Qiuqiu and Zhuo Yang, the three surnamed Zhuo in the family are afraid of Yang Hong.

　　 Zhuo Qiu chose the same major and foreign language as his father. Gao Caisheng in the outer court is like her dad, a student union cadre, and her mom.

　　 So, Yang Hong arbitrarily ordered Zhuo Yang to learn piano, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has three reasons.

　　 First: The daughter-in-law inherited her father’s profession, and her son will inherit my career;

　　 Second: Anyway, Zhuo Yang is not a learning material in school, but the piano is still very good;

　　 Third: No reason, the old lady has the final say!

　　 Such a result, Yang Hong and Zhuo Yang then began to fight like a cat and a mouse.

　　Every weekend, Yang Hong asks Zhuo Yang to play the piano at home, and Zhuo Yang comes up with all kinds of weird excuses to go out and steal the game. Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard. There is no most cunning, only more cunning.

　　Jack Rat fought Tom Tom on TV, Zhuo Yang fought Yang Hong at home.

　　Actually, Zhuo Yang doesn't hate the piano, and he is willing to play well when it's okay. Like the curtain of the yellow coconut tree with red clouds and blue mountains.

　　The day gradually came to 2002, Zhuo Yang was seventeen years old. Early in school, he was about to graduate from high school. At this time, something unhappy happened because of a fight.

　　 Competitive sports is originally an extension of war, and football is violence under the rules. Who doesn't have the passion and flame in his heart? In China, watching a chess game on the roadside can play.

　　 In the non-judgment of the civilian field competition, fighting is even more commonplace. As a folk star who excels at the wind, scores goals, and can coquettishly smell across Erlidi, Zhuo Yang has naturally become the target of jealousy and attack by the ball ruffians. But Zhuo Yang is not a master who can swallow his voice. Half-boys have more temper than acne on their faces. So trouble came.

　　 fights, of course Zhuo Yang will not lose money, nor will he start too heavy, but there are always times when people are hurt.

　　Do you think that Zhuo Yang watched the soldiers fight for more than ten years in the army compound?