Seeing Jiang Hua's inexplicable smile, Zhong Yuemin was confused as a monk. He could only think that maybe he was happy because he successfully evacuated without being caught.
When the two of them came to the vegetable market, they smelled the aroma of noodles and their stomachs growled. They forgot to eat at noon.
So the two of them started to eat fried noodles with peace of mind. At this time, people from the HD Library Revolutionary Committee began to patrol.
After opening the door to the library, four or five people walked struttingly, and the last woman suddenly said: "Why do I feel like there are missing books on some bookshelves?"
"Isn't it because someone stole the book?"
Several people started to check, and the woman said again: "There are really few books. This row of bookshelves are full of medical books, but the books I put on them by myself are at least one-fifth missing."
"You're done, hurry up and see if the thief is still here?"
Several people searched inside and outside the library, but could not find the thief.
Finally, in the corner, several people looked at each other, and the woman asked: "Why don't you report it to the leader?"
The leader of the patrol scolded: "It's nothing to report. Patrolling and guarding are all our responsibilities. In the end, this fault will fall on us."
The woman asked: "What should I do if the book is gone?"
"Langsha, the leaders here don't know what's going on here, so just throw it away. Everyone is tight-lipped. As long as we don't tell anyone, it will be business as usual."
"good."
"no problem."
Seeing that everyone else agreed and the woman was afraid of losing her job, she agreed.
Jiang Hua and Zhong Yuemin came here in fear, but in the end all traces were erased under the manipulation of these people with ulterior motives.
Zhong Yuemin wiped his mouth and praised sincerely: "This fried noodles is so delicious."
Jiang Hua got angry when he mentioned this, and Jiang Hua scolded angrily: "Get out of here, everyone only mixes noodles with sauce, my dear, if you just mix noodles with sauce, you'll end up with more than half of my fried sauce."
You are not afraid of death either."
Zhong Yuemin said without shame: "A small bowl of dry-fried fried pork belly and Xianggu. It has to be so heavy to taste."
The two of them picked up the car and went home. They just pushed it without riding it, pretending to be eating.
After returning home, Zhong Yuemin lay on the sofa, put his arms on his forehead, and suddenly said: "When I was in the library, I didn't feel nervous at all, but now I feel a little scared."
"Knowing that fear is a good thing, people who are fearless will eventually lose their sense of awe. Without a sense of awe, that is very scary."
Jiang Hua exchanged Zhong Yuemin's book for him from his satchel, and was about to take out a book and hand it over.
"This book is very suitable for you to read, but just because it is suitable for you to read, it is a banned book and extremely poisonous."
"On the road." Zhong Yuemin asked in confusion: "The title of the book is weird, what is it about?"
"It tells about the life attitude of hippies, the spiritual beliefs of some people who despise authority in the context of the Cold War, and the pursuit of a personality that is incompatible with orthodox society."
Zhong Yuemin became interested. This attitude towards life attracted him very much, even though he didn't know what a hippie was, because the flower growers at that time were still relatively closed-minded and would not let such thoughts like poisonous weeds creep in.
Jiang Hua's statement aroused Zhong Yuemin's interest. He slowly opened the page of the book. Within two pages, Zhong Yuemin was attracted in.
Jiang Hua returned to his bedroom and began to write and draw. Zhong Yuemin was engrossed in reading outside. It was late at night, and occasionally a few dogs barked, but they could not break the peace of the world.
The desk lamp in the bedroom has been out for a long time, but the light in the living room has not been out, and the sound of books being turned can be heard intermittently.
When Jiang Hua got up early in the morning and got dressed, he saw Zhong Yuemin lying on his back on the sofa, staring blankly at the roof.
Jiang Hua waved his hand in front of his eyes a few times, and Zhong Yuemin said calmly, "Don't touch me. I've been reading all night, and the impact is a bit strong. Let me calm down."
Jiang Hua ignored him and walked to the yard to start morning exercises. The sound of punches woke up Zhong Yuemin. He sat up and watched with interest as Jiang Hua practiced the basic free fighting moves one by one.
When Jiang Hua was sweating, Zhong Yuemin asked: "Why does this ugly capitalist country have such a free trend of thought? This free and easy lifestyle is so suitable for me."
Jiang Hua wiped his body with cold water and said: "Unfortunately, it goes against the traditional humanistic moral concepts of our flower growers. Every trend of thought is not born without reason. It must be rooted in a certain cultural and historical background. This kind of hippie mentality
Thoughts were born based on the Chou Guozi oil theory and the background of the Cold War. The reason why they despise authority and talk about philosophy and literature is actually because they are confused about the future and hope to find their own spirit through the collision of ideas.
Belief."
"Then why do I admire this attitude so much again?"
"Because you are also confused, I am not sure whether you will be on the road for a lifetime or temporarily. It depends on when you can find your own value."
Zhong Yuemin looked at the muscular Jiang Hua, thought for a moment and asked, "Aren't you confused?"
"I am full of confidence in the future. Why am I confused? Maybe I don't know what I should do yet, but I am convinced that flower growers will have a good future and will achieve a great renaissance."
Zhong Yuemin laughed and said self-deprecatingly, "I don't know where you get your confidence. Why don't I have it?"
"My father, Comrade Zhong Shanyue, was never lost when young people participated in the revolution, even in the most difficult times, so you must learn from him and learn what an optimistic revolutionary spirit is."
"You mean, I'm very pessimistic."
Jiang Hua simply shook his head and said, "I don't know. Maybe your laughter and curses are a mask to hide your pessimism. Although I recommend this book to you, I actually feel that this book is not advisable."
Zhong Yuemin smiled and said, "You said this book was suitable for me and recommended it to me. Then you told me later that this book was not advisable. You are hoping that your brother will go astray."
"The ancient flower growers also experienced this kind of confusion. In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, in the age of great strife, knowledgeable people could not see the hope of peace in the world. They also traveled around the world and had the same collision of ideas, so there was a hundred schools of thought contending, but only one
There is no such thing as a hippy attitude."
Zhong Yuemin asked curiously, "Why didn't our ancestors do this?"
Jiang Hua said proudly, "The realm is different. Our ancestors took the world as their own responsibility. In addition to thinking, they also did it and actively used their thoughts to save the world."
