Chapter 267 Alive, "Qing Ping Tiao"

Zhao Jiadi returned to the community and changed his car. He took the Central Ring Road, Wuzhou Avenue, the Ring Expressway, and then turned to the Shanghai-Shaanxi Expressway. He passed through Changxing Island and drove all the way until he finally arrived at South Sili Town of Chongming Island. g*** navigation, asking for directions, and adding

After making inquiries on the phone, I finally found a petite figure on the riverside. Alone, Zhao Jiadi stopped the car, walked to her, and watched the river with her. On the body of this mother river, there is Baidi City

Kuimen is a world-famous place, Fengdu ghost town where good and evil will be rewarded, and Yanziji, where the earth-shaking torrents can be seen at your feet. It originates from Tanggula Mountain and enters the sea here. The rolling river has witnessed too many battles, prosperity, honor and disgrace.

The rise and fall, the rise and fall of clouds and smoke, the girl in front of Zhao Jiadi is sitting on the cement steps, only forty or fifty steps away from the turbid river water, holding her cheek, lost in thought, with a simple and noble silver hanging on her left ear

Quality earrings, winter was about to come, and the wind was strong on the riverside, but she wore very thin jeans, a woolen sweater, and a hand-knitted scarf. Zhao Jiadi's lighter was too cheap and had no windproof effect, so she couldn't light it.

I had no choice but to give up the cigarette. I sat behind her and asked softly to relax. She didn't say anything. She wore a pair of canvas shoes on her feet, one black and one white. It was very weird. It was actually two pairs of shoes, but because she liked them both, she didn't know.

She bought all the pairs she wanted, but she didn’t know which pair to wear, so she just put them on one foot at a time, and then she was satisfied. Fortunately, she didn’t still wear sandals in this season. Zhao Jiadi

Sitting there quietly, he wanted to take off his coat and put it on her, but he would most likely be rejected, so he decided not to annoy others. His tongue was as bright as a lotus, and he could change a woman's mood into a mood with just a few words. It was always him.

A dream state, but in this life there is little hope and it is out of reach.

"Can you sing 'About Winter'?" she finally broke the silence.

"I've heard it and learned it, but I can't sing it."

"I heard someone's voice, like the sobbing river in the dream... a smart child, carrying a fragile lantern..." She hummed a little song, still not turning her head, "I know what song it is.

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"I know, "Your Look"." Zhao Jiadi smiled. How could he not know this song? She often hummed it back then and could also blow the whistle. After learning that Zhao Jiadi could blow leaves, she always

It's been an endless struggle.

"Your singing is really terrible." She said bluntly, but left some room for it, "But I played the erhu well at the music festival. Afterwards, I listened to the recording for my grandpa. He said that he had worked hard and praised it very much."

Zhao Jiadi laughed it off. His pop music has always been criticized and ridiculed by friends and friends, and Zhao Jiadi didn't feel aggrieved. It was really a ridiculous tune. On the contrary, it was Peking Opera. Maybe it was a little bit better because of it.

Zhao Shanhu has been teaching difficult Peking Opera and Henan Zhuizi Opera since he was a child. The leap was too high, and normal music became a threshold that Zhao Jiadi could not pass. The high school has a large auditorium. After graduating from high school, Zhao Jiadi

In addition to tearing up books, smashing wine bottles, and running around the school wearing only underpants, the gang was summoned to the auditorium by a phone call from Yang Pingping in the middle of the night. When they walked into the auditorium cursing, Huang Hua and Wu Dengke, also known as Pistols, threatened to kill Zhao

Jiadi made a heroic sacrifice and ooxxed the evil Sister Pingping. Anyway, it was the Bayiang classmates who suffered the loss and took advantage of Sister Pingping. Afterwards, it was probably Sister Pingping holding a toothpick in her mouth and smiling wildly at someone lying on the ground with messy clothes and crying.

He said, Xiao Ba Liang, don’t worry, I will be responsible for you in the future. A bunch of them walked into the dark auditorium with a joking mentality. Suddenly the lights were all on, and Yang Pingping stood under the stage, holding a speaker in one hand and a very large speaker in the other.

A tape recorder, smiling loudly, said, "Listen, tonight, someone is going to give a closing performance for the end of Comrade Eight Liang's high school career."

The song begins.

A lady dressed up as an actress came out. What a beautiful girl she was. In her most youthful years, she put on the most gorgeous costumes, fireworks and pink. She was completely different from the usual carefree and casual dresser.

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She sang "Ever since I have followed the king in east and west wars, enduring hardships and toil year after year. I only hate the ruthless Qin Dynasty for destroying all living beings and making all the people miserable." Her skills shocked everyone.

I secretly practiced Beijing accent for more than a year.

Her song "Farewell My Concubine" was heart-stirring.

On the stage, she stood alone.

Yu Ji died, but it was for her King Chu.

how about you?

Zhao Jiadi looked at the surging river water, and then at the back of the girl in front of him. The little green insect, Li Qinghu.

"Hey, do you think life is interesting?" she asked.

"Interesting." Zhao Jiadi said softly.

"Of course it's interesting for you. You can be a sweetheart for a superior woman like Cai Yanzhi. You won't be ashamed to tell anyone about it, and you will also have a sense of accomplishment. And that pair of sisters in Hangzhou are a perfect match. If they hook up, how many people will envy you. Your family is rich.

, you can buy two Audi A6 cars with just one license plate, take a drive, and there will be a lot of beauties throwing themselves into your arms, playing the erhu without any problems, so many vicissitudes of life and maturity, even little lolita and sexy young women can't bear it.

The melon is not bad, and the person is good-looking. No wonder it makes Tong Xia fall in love. In fact, Shen Qiuluo, Xiaoxiao and the others have a good impression of you. One of the girls thinks that the photo of you hugging Hong Yicui is regarded as

Desktop background, you may be able to seduce *** with a few sweet words. What a perfect life. If you think life is boring, how many people will jump into the Huangpu River and the Yangtze River? My question is too idiotic, isn't it?

"Li Qinghu laughed at himself.

"I've seen people who think life is boring." Zhao Jiadi said softly, lost in memories, "I went to Shanxi in 2005. My father was a local emperor there. He made a lot of black holes there in the early 1990s.

It was a coal mine with incomplete procedures. It started to be consolidated after 2000, and it has not withdrawn from Shanxi now. How much money he made and how much money he gave away. I am afraid that even he can’t remember clearly. I was in my second year of high school and said I was going to do an internship.

In fact, I feel tired of life. Aren't your coal mines collapsing every day? I'll go and see it. If I really die down there, I don't hate God. The place I went to is called Lijiapo. The coking coal produced here is large and has cracks.

It is small, has good crushing strength, and has high wear resistance. It is a premium coke and is the best coal for coking. There are several white coals in my house that make a lot of money every day, but there are few black coals, so I steal them.

Sneak over and do the work of pulling ropes. The coal conveying channel under the pit is uneven and there is always an ups and downs. You have to use a winch to use the wire rope hanging on the axle of the coal truck to help the pullers 'go up', and occasionally make a guest appearance.

The safety factor of tire repair is much higher than that of diggers and pullers. Later, I met an "old man" named Sun. I called him old man, not because he was old, but because he was senior and experienced. He was a coal pit man.

The leader under the mine, this kind of 'old man', must have prestige, be familiar with the connection of all operating links in the pit, and be good at commanding and coordinating various units. Old man Sun doesn't say "dig coal", he told me that he has to say "please charcoal", he is an old Shanxi native

, has been working with coal all his life, and has three sons and one daughter. In the early 1990s, he led his family to dig coal mines, because only by digging out charcoal could he earn wives and dowry money for his sons and daughters. He dug the first hole,

It was sold to my father for 400,000 yuan. When digging for the second one, my youngest son died and it was a secret marriage. Because the daughter who died opposite had a high school diploma, the asking price was several times that of a normal secret marriage. Old Man Sun gritted his teeth and agreed.

, saying that he could not wrong his son. After that, Old Man Sun has been working in my father's mine for 20 years. After years of hard work and countless accidents, Old Man Sun has excellent arm strength and hearing, and he can do things with ease.

, I used to smoke a bag of dry cigarettes every time before going down the well, and then go down the well with the small ax that is always with me. The black hole is not as good as the white hole. For example, the latter uses steel pillars for the supports under the pit.

Mechanical and hydraulic jacking supports the top. How can the former be so extravagant? If it can be done without a bracket, it will never be bracketed. If it really doesn't work, I will use manpower to make a few pieces of wood. Old man Sun is very good. He can tell where there is something wrong by listening to the sound.

There is a need for a wooden support wherever it is needed, so everyone likes to see Old Man Sun. In addition to the fact that the old man can 'save his life', he also has a string of local slang and jingle jokes when he opens his mouth. I am also happy to chat with the old man, and he can even be accurate.

To identify who owns the dung piles one or two feet high that are lined up in the grass outside the pit. Every time Old Man Sun accepts the cigarettes from me, he will take me to squat next to the coke oven to look at the smoke and talk about many things.

He said that in the past five or six years, workers in a mine next door would join forces to lure homeless people from other places to beat them to death in order to get the coal boss to pay a hard quota of 200,000 for every death, and then cause an accident.

At the scene, a woman from a relative was hired to pretend to be the wife of the deceased. She would cry, make trouble, and hang herself. After getting the money, she would share it as agreed in advance. The old man smiled and talked about a Wenzhou coal boss who was too stingy for money.

The miners couldn't stand it anymore, so they banded together and one night they sent someone who was good at acting to tell him that something bad was going on. The mine collapsed and more than a hundred people died. The boss was so frightened that he wet his pants.

, escaped that night, and I heard that he almost went crazy. Old man Sun also talked about how many old brothers died, and in which coal mine they died on which day in which year, which month, and in which coal mine. At the end of the sentence, the old man would always sigh,

There are lives under every building. But when Old Man Sun said this, he might feel a little sad, but he never showed any expression of great sorrow or pain. Old Man Sun was lame in one leg and used a small axe during the landslide.

When the coffin was cut off, the eldest son was right behind him and could not climb up, so he went with the younger son. Fortunately, he gave birth to a pair of grandchildren, and the incense was still alive. Old man Sun left a pair of fine cypress coffins.

, I helped him apply oil and paint, and he would hang around it all day long, day after day, and then he would smoke a bag of dry cigarettes on the stone at the door and murmur, I asked the old man once,

What are you thinking about? He said, why don't you die, the brothers in the underground are waiting to drink together."

"What happened next?" Li Qinghu finally turned around and asked softly.

"Later he died, and a local landslide killed him alone. The rest of the young people were driven out of that area by him intentionally or unintentionally. After Old Man Sun was dug out, he was directly carried into a coffin. What happened last year, I was in a place in Sichuan.

, I heard from others that Old Man Sun died without pain." Zhao Jiadi said slowly, and took out the cigarette again, but it was still too windy to light.

"If you're ten minutes late, I'll jump in." The little caterpillar pointed at the Yangtze River.

"Then you are not as good as Old Man Sun. It will be very painful to drown. Even if you are fished out, your death will be ugly." Zhao Jiadi said calmly.

"If I jump now, will you save me?" she asked, staring intently at Zhao Jiadi.

"I'm afraid of death. I'm afraid of pain. I'm afraid that many people will be sad." Zhao Jiadi didn't answer the question. But the answer was that he would dance along. Although he could only dog ​​paddle, he didn't dare to tell the answer because he was afraid that she would really

Jump, "I don't care what other people think, I just think that a lifetime is a long time, and loving someone is a long time. I am not where I am today because my family is rich, but it is not because of what I have experienced.

I just want to point fingers at someone’s life. Li Qinghu, if you fall in love with someone and get hurt, and you feel that life is meaningless, then okay, I came here too, so I will talk to you as a person who has experienced it.

Say, it’s nothing. Real good people will always be waiting for you somewhere. You have to hold on for a while. Otherwise, if you don’t say sorry to your parents or relatives, you will at least be too sorry for yourself. I have seen lawless dudes, and they think

It is natural to live to enjoy happiness. I have also met people like Old Man Sun. I feel that if I am reincarnated to live, living is suffering. I am like you. I have grown up and can finally support myself. I must have sorry for someone. I have regrets and guilt.

, regret, these words are actually very pretentious once spoken. Everyone has their own ups and downs. No matter how heartless the kid is, his hands and feet may be cold because of a minor illness of his parents. The immature child

, you may feel that you failed in the mid-term exam, and think that the sky is about to fall. And mature adults, for love, career, and marriage, who doesn’t have unspeakable emotions?"

"I don't want to listen, and I can't listen!" Li Qinghu's eyes were red and moist, he buried his head in his knees and choked: "My uncle who loves me the most is dead. He was burned to death in such a big factory.

My uncle is alone. My grandpa is from the Communist Party of China, but to this day it has not been found out who set the fire. My parents started quarreling before I was born, and they had a small quarrel every day and a big quarrel every three days.

, we have been arguing for twenty years, but we haven’t argued enough. What bothers me the most is that they pretend to be affectionate in front of me every time. My father even has an illegitimate child outside the home, and he keeps saying that he loves me the most. My mother checked my father.

I found out that tens of millions of dollars had been transferred there. I finally couldn't bear it any longer. Today I showed up and started drooling. She also said that she was going out to set up a mistress. She pressed me and asked me if I wanted to get divorced, would I follow her?

I still followed my dad, and I refused to tell her, so she scolded me for being heartless."

"Little Qingworm, you have to know that adults can be childish sometimes. And when they are childish, they can be particularly unreasonable." Zhao Jiadi said softly, "My mother immigrated to Canada for so many years because she resented that man.

I ignored them. When I was a child, I had a cold and a high fever. The first thing I thought of was not my mother, but my sister. How do you think she failed as a mother? But doesn’t my mother love me? Obviously not.

They love us very little, and they don’t. They, as parents, have loved us for more than ten or twenty years, so they don’t allow us to understand them once or twice?"

Li Qinghu remained silent.

"I wrote and composed a song called "Qingping Diao" by myself. It was written for a girl. Unfortunately, she can't hear it. Do you want to hear it? If you don't listen, you won't sing it to anyone. So,

It doesn’t matter if I sing badly.” Zhao Jiadi suddenly said.

"I don't want to hear it," she pouted, "but I want to be willing to listen for her."

Zhao Jiadi suddenly sat up straight.
To be continued...