Rebirth Night Talk

Zhao Jianguo took his wife and children to a museum on the outskirts of the city. When they came here, the family had a luxurious meal at a restaurant.A serving of braised pork costs [-] cents, roasted tofu with dried shrimps costs [-] cents, and fried sliced ​​pork with green onions costs [-] cents.Four bowls of rice, the restaurant does not serve drinks.

Zhao Jianguo and his wife were heartbroken seeing the children's mouths full of oil. These three children had never eaten like this before in this world, and they ate large pieces of pork so extravagantly.Zhao Jianguo didn't eat a few mouthfuls, but just ate two bowls of rice with soup and rice, accompanied by the children's aroma.

Wanlin City Museum is located in the suburb of Wanlin City.The house of the museum is the Temple of the City God in the past.Looking at the dilapidated walls, the old turtle who lost his head at the gate of the Town God's Temple, no one can imagine that this is the city's museum.

Zhao Jianguo looked around hesitantly at the gate of the museum, and after about a minute, a small window next to the wall of the entrance opened slowly, and an old man with glasses with only one leg raised his head and asked him, "Who are you looking for!? I went home to find them, but no one went to work."

The family stayed for a while, looking at each other, Zhao Xuejun lay on his toes, lying in front of the partition window which was much higher than him, and said, "Hi, old man."

The old man was stunned for a moment, probably because no one had asked him for a long time, he hesitated and replied: "Okay." Then he responded with a compliment: "Good boy."

"Master, our teacher asked us to write essays, and I want to write about our museum here." Zhao Xuejun looked at the old man anxiously, with a child's thirst for knowledge and pleading for knowledge.

The window was slowly closed, and after a while, the heavy wooden door of the museum slowly opened, and the old man stood inside the door and greeted them: "Come in."

Zhao Jianguo hesitated for a moment: "I didn't buy a ticket, sir."

The old man smiled, with a trace of sarcasm: "Buy a fart ticket, there is nowhere to print it."

Zhao Xuejun moved his father's arm, and he held it. Zhao Jianguo looked down at his younger son, bent down to pick him up, and nodded firmly to his family: "Go, go in."

Gao Juzi was stunned for a moment, turned his head and ran to the nearby supply and marketing cooperative, bought a box of Phoenix cigarettes and stuffed it into the old man's hand: "You take it, otherwise, we dare not enter and cause trouble."

The old man backed down a few times, and finally put the cigarettes in his pocket. He looked outside the gate of the museum, looked around, closed the gate carefully, and inserted it backwards.

The courtyard of the museum is very empty. The walls that used to be painted with ancient murals are now covered with slogans. On some panels of big-character posters from the Cultural Revolution, a lot of scraps of paper flutter in the wind.All the rooms were locked, and the ashes of those locks had not been opened for perhaps a century.

"That house is left over from the Stone Age, that house belongs to the Shang Qin... that house is from the Tang Dynasty... well, the Qing Dynasty, where do you want to see?" the old man asked, pointing to the row of low houses in the yard Ask this family.

Zhao Jianguo's family looked at each other, not knowing what to look at. Zhao Jianguo looked at his youngest son: "Which dynasty did your teacher ask you to write about?"

Zhao Xuejun looked around and said to the old man: "Master, have there been any poets here? Does the general have any?"

The old man looked at the small face, touched the cigarette in his pocket, looked at the young couple with blank faces, and waved his hands: "Come on, come with me, you don't know if I tell you, you might as well be a child." .”

A wooden door that hadn't been opened for a long time opened slowly, and the dusty glass cabinet was wiped by the old man with a towel, and he muttered: "In the past, there were also tour guides to receive foreign guests and so on. The cigarettes given by the leader are packed in cans. Now, not to mention foreigners, even a mouse does not come, and the above always says to allocate funds for repairs, and they have asked for it many times, but they will not give it.” He babbled, very serious Wipe one by one with treasure.

The glass was finally cleaned, and the old man pointed to the stone knives, axes, and mortars on the side of the glass cabinet and asked the family: "I know, where do you live?"

Zhao Xuebing replied seriously: "Wanlin City, Shanxi Province." After he finished speaking, the whole family despised him.Although I don't know why, it is definitely wrong to answer this way.

The old man smiled and pointed to those ancient relics: "You live in the Taihang Mountains, you should be proud. The Chinese nation is very remarkable now, and our country is also great. But in the earliest days, our Chinese nation's footprints were from these mountains. It started..."

As night fell, the old man sent the family out of the gate of the museum. He ignored Zhao Jianguo, but squatted down and caressed Zhao Xuejun's head and said, "The next time the teacher asks you to write a composition, I will come to grandpa. Grandpa will take you." Casual look."

Zhao Xuejun smiled shyly and didn't speak.He pulled off his father's arm: "Dad, my feet hurt."

Zhao Jianguo squatted down, picked up his youngest son, and nodded to the old man. The family walked slowly along the road in the suburbs for ten miles home. Zhao Xuejun did not join the quarrel between the elder brother and the second brother. He just wanted to achieve his goal. up.

But for those who don't like to talk, there are several situations:

First, the nature is dull and reticent.

Second, there is nothing in my stomach, and I don't know what to say.

Third, there is something in the stomach, and I don't know how to describe it.

Fourth, be timid to communicate.

Zhao Jianguo's personality has a lot to do with his upbringing. He was born in a rural area, and his education is general education, which he has experienced as others have experienced.He has a boring personality, he will take a step when others push him, and he will not take a step without the leader.He doesn't narrate a thing in a charismatic way, and he doesn't have the social energy to get so many anecdotes when others are joking.The work in the office is very interesting, and communication is the most important thing. To put it bluntly, Zhao Jianguo is completely inappropriate to be the director of the office.This person, apart from being honest, basically knows nothing.

Zhao Xuejun didn't know if it was right for him to do so, and changing his father's character was not something that could happen overnight. A long time ago, he had no job and relied on that person for support. When he was free, he wandered all over the city. He has been to museums, wetland parks, and battle memorials countless times.Strange to say, after arriving in those places, Zhao Xuejun felt that he had really gained knowledge, because it is easy for animals like humans to overlook one thing, that is where you live, and what happened here?Why is there such a funeral custom here?Why do people here like to eat sour?Why do people here like to live with their younger sons?These things are history, the history of the city, and the insights that people should master most.However, most people are unwilling to understand this thing until they die, and a lifetime of confusion will pass like that.

Zhao Xuejun doesn't know much, but what he knows, he really wants to tell his father. He feels that it is a blessing for the whole family to come here today. That old man is really a hermit, a really learned hermit .

On Monday, the old director of the office was sent off. People from the whole office building were called out to take pictures together and take pictures with each other.The old director was promoted and went to work in the provincial party committee office. The person who came to pick him up from the province this time was also very interesting. He was the old director's brother-in-law, Chu Chennan, the deputy director of the provincial party committee's organization department.

Minister Chu accompanied the staff of the Provincial Party Committee Office and the driver down in his private name. Wanlin City is his hometown, and he has many things to come back to arrange.

People from the province came, and several leaders from the city had to accompany him. As Zhao Jianguo, who had just taken office, he was under a lot of pressure.When he went to work on Monday morning, he went to the old director's office, put down [-] catties of cornmeal, and said honestly, "This is freshly ground in my hometown."

Chang Pei, the old director of the office, looked at Zhao Jianguo and sighed inwardly.This person is not suitable for his position.He promoted him only because this person has himself in his eyes, and he has lived in the compound for so many years. If you want to say caring, Zhao Jianguo and his wife are really caring.He thought, this man never begged himself, his son got married, and the movie tickets at home were all owed favors.He recommended him just because of favors, but what he didn't expect was that this person passed by like that, passed smoothly, and there was not a single voice of opposition from bottom to top.

Chang Pei patted Zhao Jianguo on the shoulder, and gave a few instructions. The general has a bad stomach, how to arrange the seat of the leader, and who does the shopping in the office. He talked for a while, then sighed: "Forget it." After finishing speaking, He took out a work log from the office and pointed to it: "You just do it here, how much is the entertainment fee, who to ask for approval, and reimbursement to the supply and marketing agency first, as usual..." After finishing speaking, he patted Zhao Jianguo's Shoulder: "Jianguo, brother, I'll send it to you."

After one sentence, Zhao Jianguo burst into tears, but he didn't know how to express his surging gratitude.Not knowing how to express it, he had no choice but to continue standing.

In the evening, the farewell meal was held in the government cafeteria, and the secretary of the municipal party committee, the mayor, and important leaders of the city all came. At that time, the city's institutions were not too bloated, and many of the municipal party committee's powers were concentrated.Surrounded by a table, fourteen people.

The leaders sat down, and Zhao Jianguo, who had been standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, quickly ordered the waiters to serve the food.With the quick work, six big dishes and four cold dishes were served on the table.

The old director Chang Pei looked at Zhao Jianguo. Of course he knew how much entertainment money was left in the office, so he said with a trace of blame in his tone: "This Zhao Jianguo, it's not enough in the future." After speaking, he smiled and added a sentence: "Jianguo Ah, the man who knows friendship best and is rich in emotion!"

The leaders of the city smiled and did not express their opinions. Everyone just picked up the wine glasses that Zhao Jianguo had filled and clinked with each other in a reserved manner before starting the meal.

"Jianguo, this dish is rare. When did we learn it in the cafeteria?" Mayor Ma pointed to the six dishes in front of him. These six big dishes and one water were put in a soup bowl. They were not stir-fried, but a unified soup dish.

Zhao Jianguo quickly put down the flagon in his hand, and walked in front of the leaders. His feet were a little weak, he gritted his teeth, and stood up straight: "Mayor Ma, this is our traditional dish in Wanlin." He walked in front of those dishes Pointed out one by one: "Old tofu, intestine soup, stuffed stuffing, mutton ball soup, belly lung soup, red braised mutton. This cold dish is cold mutton (a kind of fungus), sauce-flavored mutton, mixed with vermicelli, cold salad rabbit."

After he finished speaking, the people at the table looked at him strangely. To be honest, I really knew about these hot dishes before. A long time ago, the traditional dishes in Wanlin City were very famous, known as Wanlin Eight Big Bowls.However, after liberation, no one seemed to make these dishes anymore.

Zhao Jianguo, who had said something, looked at the old director who was moved and felt that Zhao Jianguo was giving him face. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Old leader, you didn't spend much money. You have been raising pigs and sheep with your logistics. , every time those things are subsidized in the hospitality expenses of our office. After all these years, you always have to eat the sheep raised by our logistics. Besides, mutton is for nourishing the stomach. You said... You said that Minister Chu’s stomach has always been not good."

When Zhao Jianguo said this, he didn't pay any attention to it. He just felt that the merits were all the old director's.

Minister Chu looked at his brother-in-law and couldn't help being moved. He raised his glass and touched his brother-in-law: "Song Pei, it's not easy for us. During the Cultural Revolution, I thought I was going to die. Now and then, every day You earn what you live. Now, you have to work hard every day to repay the trust of the organization. If you have a stomachache, it means you...you always miss me." Song Pei and his brother-in-law drank it down without saying a word.

Zhao Jianguo went over to help them fill the wine glasses, feeling sad, and said quickly: "The old director has done so many things for us Wanlin, and if we are leaving, we must eat traditional dishes anyway. The snot is from my third son who went up the mountain early in the morning. I picked it, and I bought a rabbit when I came back. Local products are cheap in our place, and a rabbit costs [-] yuan. The old tofu is ground by the chef, and the meatballs, vermicelli, and these meat dishes are from our place. Made from a sheep...Old Director, I know you are afraid that I will spend your savings. If you don’t spend it, it’s all for our government’s own logistics. That’s the seasoning. The meal with wine doesn’t cost seven yuan. money."

Mayor Ma smiled, made a toast first, and then praised Zhao Jianguo: "I didn't see it before, Jianguo is also capable."

Everyone laughed, and the topic miraculously changed from traditional dishes to the history of Wanlin City.Speaking of history, Zhao Jianguo was shocked at that moment. He knew history. Apart from textbooks, what he knew best was the history of Wanlin City, which he just learned yesterday.When the topic came up, his chatter miraculously shifted to Wanlin City while he was switching cups and cups.

In those days, everyone read limited textbooks, counted books and newspapers, and listened to a few radio stations.In addition to the big international issues instilled by the state, there is also a new spirit.The history of this place is naturally poorly known.

Zhao Jianguo talked about the primitive people who lived in the nearby Laoye Mountain, and the legalist Xunzi, a native of Shanxi, what was the name of Wanlin City in the past, who came here, and the role of Wanlin City in military affairs. The great general, how many people have been tested in history.

Most of the people sitting here are locals of Wanlin. Even if they are not locals of Wanlin, they have imprints of Wanlin's surroundings in their blood.Listen, I don't know that this poor place used to be a scholarly family. They don't know the origin of the Chinese nation, and the Yellow River Basin has so much to do with the place where they were born.The Chinese are born with a sense of national pride of a big country, so the topic opened up like this.

Time passed slowly. At the beginning, the leader of the municipal party committee added a chair to Zhao Jianguo's table. Later, after the meal was over and tea was served, everyone began to search for traces of history in their memories. Later, the master chef of the cafeteria came out and said Talk about the old buildings here, and whose house it used to be.

That meal lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening, and Zhao Jianguo sent the leaders who were still unsatisfied one by one home.When he was separated from the old director, Minister Chu of the Provincial Party Committee left him his phone number and his home address, and said to him: Xiao Zhao, he went to the province and wants to come to sit at home.

In the middle of the night, the street lights on the street were dim. Zhao Jianguo walked slowly. After walking for a while, he found that everyone was surrounding him that night, following his ups and downs. At that moment, this simple and honest man Feel like you've found something.That is a rhythm, the rhythm that provokes others to follow oneself.At this moment, Zhao Jianguo felt that he had found a key and opened a wonderful door.