I used to cry in the middle of the night, wanting to talk to you about life

Chapter 19 So what, love (5)
Well, here I have to do a simple science popularization first.

Our "Financial Drama Troupe" is a branch of the art troupe of the School of Finance, and its activities are different from ordinary campus clubs.Club activities are spent on membership fees paid by members. The money is collected in the first semester of each year, and then half is handed over to the Federation of Clubs. Chairman Bai Feng of the Federation of Clubs said when he collected half of the membership dues from all clubs for the first time, the fee was a worry The association is extravagant, and there is no funds for activities in the next semester, so the Association of Associations will take care of it.But I paid every year until I graduated, and I never saw that money handed out. It must have been eaten up by the chairmen and vice chairmen of the Federation of Associations.Of course, even if it stays in the club's hands, it will be eaten by the club's leadership.

The activity funds of our "Financial Repertory Theater" are borne by the School of Finance, and the power to approve the expenses is almost in the hands of one person, that is our Secretary Tang.Secretary Tang, surnamed Tang, surnamed Shaoqing, unknown character, male, about forty years old, was the secretary of the Youth League Committee of our college.This person is upright, but he is very hated, and I don't know why.In this semester, Lao Tang used his savings from the first half of his life to buy a POLO car. In the downstairs of the office building, someone took the key and keyed it three times in a week. Later, it became the only private car for faculty and staff who did not dare to park on campus. .In fact, I don’t think Old Tang has any major problems other than taking himself too seriously. Think about it, a dignified secretary of the Youth League Committee of a university will have people write inspections and run circles every now and then. The recruiting of the head teacher of the primary school, what a loss!
Secretary Tang is in charge of and is keen to manage various cultural and artistic activities in our institute. I don't know if it is his duty, or he is unable to do what he wants to learn.Anyway, he once called me to his secretary's office, and as soon as he entered the room, he was sweating profusely at a "586", "Fang Peng, my computer is broken, why can't I type the word 'meeting' for 'meeting'? ?” I knew right away with my eyes closed that I must have failed to learn Chinese Pinyin well and was troubled by the Hunan dialect. When I went over to look at it, I saw “KAIFEI” written in the spelling box on the screen... This is “opening the lungs”, okay? it is good!I deleted the "F" and typed him an "H", and the word "meeting" was typed out immediately. Old Tang happily clapped his hands and shouted: "Fixed!" At that time, I almost couldn't hold back my laughter. fart.

Just such a man whose culture is not well established is in charge of literature and art, so don't blame us for looking down on him.I'm sorry, I really don't want to slander a literary and art lover like this, especially since he is still my Youth League Committee Secretary.But I really can't stand him telling us how to rehearse, not to mention that we are still at the age where we are the most self-righteous. It is not possible to guide how to sing, how to dance, and how to move technically, but they focus on the spiritual level.Old Tang's two favorite words are "positive", which is a compliment, and the other is "bad taste", which is a criticism.At that age, my understanding of "positive" was still very accurate. In short, all ethnic, elegant, and eulogizing things were positive, but my grasp of "low taste" was not very accurate. Old Tang labeled things that are positive and uplifting as "vulgar taste".And the cancan dance performed by the dance team...is the kind of thigh-kicking dance. Motivated.Of course, I'm not sure whether his accent is "positive" or "cock up", anyway, after reading it, many people's dick is up.Of course, I have to declare that Lao Tang’s true love is not those who show their thighs. The ones who can win Secretary Tang’s smile the most can win awards for the college in various competitions, whether it is the province’s college performances or the school’s annual competition. Once a cultural and art festival.

Just such a gentleman, he approved us to hold a special performance of the repertory theater troupe, and paid a sum of money from the Youth League Committee to cover the expenses.I am grateful for Dade, but apprehensive.

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I think the five scripts selected so far are all superficial, and none of the works with depth can make the whole drama show appear thicker.Brother Bao also agreed with my point of view, he said: "Yes! It's all a joke, we still need someone pretending to be X."

The task of writing the sixth script fell to me without a doubt, because the second child they said that I was the number one pretender in the School of Finance.After a night of thinking, I decided to write "Waiting for Togo".I wrote as I said, and when I woke up the next day, I took a soft-sided notebook and went to the study room.

"Wrong, it's "Waiting for Godot"!" Xiao Yi corrected me.

"I know."

"I know it's wrong."

"Waiting for Godot has been written by others, but what I wrote is "Waiting for Togo", which is a re-deconstruction of "Waiting for Godot"."

"Who is Togo?"

"One buddy, many surnames."

"Many surnames? Is there anyone with more surnames?"

"Dorgon's surname is Duo?"

"Huh? Dorgon's surname is multiple?"

"Of course!"

"oh, I see……"

In fact, I have neither watched "Waiting for Godot", nor do I know what "deconstruction" is, but "pulling a banner as a tiger skin" is a common method used by ordinary literary youths like me.My "Waiting for Togo" is a one-man show. It is about the hero waiting for a big brother named Duo under the birch tree. At this time, God happened to be bored nearby, so he chatted with the hero through the voice-over.Well, "God" is another element commonly used by me and other ordinary literary youths in their creations. It is both religious and a little surreal, and it sounds very dazzling.To be honest, these superficial tricks cannot conceal the paleness of the core content of this drama. To put it bluntly, "Waiting for Togo" is a love letter I wrote to Ko Yiyi.

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If you can't tolerate the pretentiousness of a sophomore, you can skip directly to the next chapter without affecting the reading of the whole article.Because this paragraph has nothing to do with the plot, it is just an excerpt from "Waiting for Togo".But if you want to watch it, please take a deep breath first and let go of all unrealistic expectations, because this paragraph is really just an excerpt from "Waiting for Togo"——

God: Don't wait, Ya won't come.

Fang Peng: No, he will, he will, Togo said...

God: What the hell, I am God, you don’t believe me, you believe him?
Fang Peng: I don't believe anyone, I'm willing to wait.

God: Bitch!
Fang Peng: You go!
God: You are cheap!

Fang Peng: You don't understand.In fact, waiting alone is my most secret happiness.

god: huh?

Fang Peng: Did you know?When I start to wait alone, gradually, I can enter a state of life, which is called dazed.

God: At a loss?
Fang Peng: 21 years ago, a kid named Fang Peng, that is, me, was sitting in a night train driving from a certain place to a certain place, watching the headlights push the night into a barely bright place, and kept running .Grasshoppers, dragonflies and other flying creatures smashed to death on the windshield, crackled and exploded, turning into sticky threads.Looking at the place that is barely bright, the trees on both sides are constantly falling, and there is a little unknown smell in the air before leaving my sight, and there are shadows like dreams.It was the first time he had this strange feeling in his heart. More than ten years later, I knew it after experiencing a period of pseudo-romantic and pure adolescence. This feeling is called "confusion", or "the loneliness of swimming in the sky". , This feeling can also be produced when a man is kissed on the nipple, Annie Baby said.

God: What are you trying to say?
Fang Peng: I am often at a loss, as if I often open Word inexplicably, tell myself to write something, and then I actually write something, but it usually takes a long time.I enjoyed such a long period of dazedness. I poured a large cup of hot water and lit a cigarette. You know, this is the effect that kisses cannot achieve. No one wants to lie on a man's flat chest hour after hour.I am facing the miserable white Word, I am facing [-] possibilities, I am facing the words that may be good or bad but have not yet been typed, and I am stunned.Before being at a loss, I bring myself to a cause; after being at a loss, I bring myself to an effect.When I realized this, dazed has become the main body of my life, dazed to work, dazed to live, dazed to eat, dazed to shit, dazed to go on the road, dazed to lose, dazed to love saliva songs, dazed to uh Well, I don't wear a condom...it seems that I do.As always, I am preparing for the next inevitable start, bearing the consequences of the next one, and piecing together the next seemingly unfamiliar article.Yes, I am quite unfamiliar with what I wrote. Even when I read it after finishing writing, I will stare in a daze at the group of characters signed with Jiujiu’s name. This stupid X thing was written by me ?do not remember.I only remember the bewilderment before writing it, and the joy after writing it. I'm sorry, I know this sounds more like a time.So I can laugh, I can also shush, and even blush because of some plots and words in it.Just like I look at my first half of my life, the second half of my life.My girlfriend said, my article smells like testosterone, baby, you know that?After you kiss me, I use this hormone to love you, to live, to write.They all smell the same before they bear fruit and after they are at a loss.

God: Did you bring Kleenex?

Fang Peng: I am 22 years old, I have lived some lives, I have written some words, some wonderful, some stupid, but they all happened.I am 22 years old this year, I start a new life, I start to write some new stories, I light a cigarette, I pour a glass of water, I suddenly feel that my nipples are numb.I think, I'm starting to get tired of the smooth life, I'm starting to hate living, I'm starting to hope that I can remember the days.I even finished a proposition composition. When my girlfriend asked me to tell a story about a fairy, I said: Once upon a time, we were eating, and you suddenly floated up while you were eating, and hit the ceiling lamp with a "boom"; You continued to float, "boom" hit the top of the balcony; you continued to float, "boom" hit the plane; you continued to float, "boom" hit the moon, and there was a big sign on the moon—— - "This can all hit you, you really are a fairy".After listening to this freshly made up story, my girlfriend laughed.

God: Tell me about your girlfriend.

Fang Peng: She, she actually looks like a fairy when she smiles, and she looks like a fairy when she is not smiling. In fact, she is a fairy. She looks and hates Qiong Yao. Drink with me, and imitate the robot cat vividly.She made me suddenly realize one day that I also watch and hate Qiong Yao, she is extremely smelly, she can mop the floor to cook, she is good at drinking with her, and she imitates Doraemon very vividly.She can give me the title of the next story, she can give me the goal of the next life, she can make me float no matter how I drift, and finally bump into the moon abruptly and meet a fairy.She made me hate the next daze, and made me like to move towards the fixed result.

God: I'm late, I have to go back.

Fang Peng: Go back, I'll wait.

God: And one last question, what exactly are you trying to say?
Fang Peng: Me?What I want to say has been said just now, and I am a little surprised that what I want to say turned out to be this.I'm dazed again, maybe it's the last time, maybe it's just part of the last time.I started with a 22-year-old daze, and ran towards the certain moon, where there was a sign saying "Happiness".Yes, happiness!
...that's all I copied.

Everyone's evaluation of this script is generally "no evaluation". Only Zhao Guoyong, the actor who starred in the play with his voice and speaks for God, gave a very objective and pertinent comment because he read the script thoroughly. The second child said: " You are the god in this drama, you are just a joke."

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"Waiting for Togo" is the fourth program of the drama special. After the performance, Xu Ning has already welcomed it.I quickly asked him: "Is Ke Yiyi crying?"

"Crying, crying so hard."

"yeah!"

"Yeah, you're so tall. Secretary Tang turned his head and left when he saw half of it. His face was ugly."

"Damn, why?"

"Brother, you can't count, what are you talking about on stage? What kind of nipples, wearing condoms? It's not in the script!"

"I revised another draft, what's wrong?"

"You are trying to die!"

"Cut, leave him alone."

"Take care of him?" Xu Ning was anxious, and took out his mobile phone, "Look for yourself, Old Tang sent it, let's go to his office at noon tomorrow."

"Depend on."

Just when my heart was going up and down, Xiao Yi rushed over wiping her tears and hugged me tightly, "Grandpa..." Xu Ning sighed, turned around and went into the sound control room, and I looked around again. A few people, everyone had a depressed expression of a dead father, so I also became depressed.

The next day, in Secretary Tang's office, all the student cadres of the Art Troupe of the School of Finance held a meeting. They characterized the drama performance as "collective vulgar taste" and announced a month-long rectification campaign for the art troupe. All cadres of the art troupe will Go to the school playground to run laps at half past one, and the learning department of the college will send someone on duty to check.I was dismissed from the post of head of the "Financial Art Troupe" and Bao Ge took over.Although I don’t care about it on the surface, I feel very uncomfortable in my heart, because I know that Xu Ning and the others have objections to me in this matter, because I want to play literary style in front of Ke Yiyi alone, causing everyone to run around every day. The most nonsensical thing is... because I was dismissed, I, the perpetrator, didn't need to run laps every day.

Well, this is the only thing I can be thankful for, at least I escaped from Old Tang's hands.Unexpectedly, it didn't take long before Old Tang's evil wind swept over me, and the person in charge of this mess turned out to be my brother—Xu Ning.

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It was a Friday afternoon, I came out from two small classes and asked Xiao Yi to have dinner with me.By the time I was in my sophomore year, mobile phones had basically become popular, with simple functions and expensive prices, but at least they could prevent the calls between couples from being exposed to the public.When the call came, Xiao Yi's cell phone was turned off, and I couldn't be reached, so I packed up and went back to the blue apartment.

After listening to a selection of You Hongming, Xiao Yi hadn't come back yet. I was so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back, and my stomach was about to start digesting my intestines.I called Zhang Qian who was in the same room as Ke Yiyi, but no one answered the phone, and I called again, but still no one answered.I thought something was wrong, so I put on a T-shirt and went out, planning to go to the teaching building to look for it.As soon as I left the apartment, the phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was Brother Bao. As soon as he connected, the voice from the receiver came out. Obviously, Brother Bao was furious: "Fang Peng, do you know about this?" ?”

"What's the matter?" My sixth sense told me that it was not a small matter.

"To eat and play with, our wives are all fucking 'three escorts'!" Brother Bao's voice pierced his eardrums, "They are all fucking 'three escorts'!"

After hanging up the phone, I sprinted [-] meters to the small garden downstairs of the office building. Bao Ge, Lao Er and Wei Xing all arrived. Not long after, Xiao Ma and Zina also rushed over, "What, what's the matter?" ?”

"They're all fucking 'escorts', they're all..."

"For me," the second child stretched out his hand to hold Brother Bao, "Today, the city bank presidents of the whole province of China Construction Bank came to our School of Finance for a meeting. All the pretty girls in the regiment shouted to accompany the presidents for dinner, and it was said that they would dance together after the meal.”

"They're all fucking 'escorts'..." Brother Bao jumped up again.

"Stop arguing!" I then asked my second child, "Who the hell is going?"

"Your wife, Brother Bao's wife, and Wang Jia, Zhang Qian, and Liu Mengmeng have all been taken away." The eyes of the second child were about to burst into flames. Although Wang Jia was not his girlfriend, the second child loved her. The degree of concern is not inferior to that of Ke Yiyi.

"Liu Mengmeng? By the way, where is Xu Ning?"

(End of this chapter)