Golden Greenery

The night was like a fisherman's net, gathering up gradually. The running sound of morning exercise outside the window is ringing, from far to near, and then slowly away. The heat of summer night has not completely faded, and the morning sun is quietly sticking out.

As the bedroom window faces east, so the curtain is a little thick, red flannelette floor curtain embroidered with yellow coconut trees and blue mountains.

Zhuoyang has never understood why the coconut tree is yellow rather than green, why the mountain is blue, is there a blue mountain in the world? Shouldn't the coconut tree grow on the sea?

Zhuoyang once asked his mother, who said, "do you know how big the world is?"? Zhuoyang is confused. What is it? It's not close to it. Before he could go on asking, his mother said impatiently:

"there's no reason, I can say anything!"

Although the curtains of yellow coconut tree blue mountain red flannelette are thick, they still can't block the sunlight from penetrating. Every morning, the eleven square meter bedroom will be suffused with red light, and the whole room is red with clouds. It looks like Laojun's Alchemy room.

In a lucky and healthy red light, Zhuoyang opened his eyes. The naked upper body doesn't feel very comfortable because of the air conditioner blowing all night. He reached for the remote control beside the pillow, his arm raised, and the air conditioner was turned off with a beep, and the room suddenly became quiet.

During the whole process, Zhuoyang seemed to move only his left arm. There was no movement in other parts of his body, and his eyes did not blink.

After lying for a while, Zhuoyang turned to see the red curtain of Yeshan mountain. In fact, he prefers the style of plaid and stripe, but because he hasn't hung them on the window, he doesn't know what the effect is. Besides, Zhuoyang doesn't hate yellow coconut, blue mountain and red cloud. He just wants to know what a lattice or striped window looks like in the sunlight.

Zhuoyang straightened his head, stared at some place on the white roof ceiling, and looked at it hard, but there was nothing there. Zhuoyang blinked.

Yes, today is the day to leave for Germany.

Zhuo Yang is seventeen years old. Seventeen years ago, he was born in Xi'an, the second tier city in the northwest. Zhuoyang has lived here for 17 years and is familiar with everything here. He has hardly been to any other city except Xi'an. For Zhuoyang, the great rivers and mountains of the motherland only exist in the national map hanging on the side wall of the living room of the family.

Zhuo Yang's father Zhuo Tongtong is a soldier, but not a soldier in the traditional sense. Zhuo Tongtong is an intellectual, college major is English, Zhuo Yang's mother Yang Hong, is a somewhat graceful southern woman. She has a very profound piano attainments, and is quite famous in China. Graceful and graceful is Yang Hong's appearance, and fierce is Yang Hong's internal.

After graduating from music university, Yang Hong did not return to her hometown in the south, but chose to stay in school to teach. In an autumn afternoon, Yang Hong, who had eaten the rice noodles across the bridge, just walked out of the gate of the small restaurant, and before he could wipe his mouth, he was hit by Zhuo Tongtong, who had just finished eating the oil splashed noodles in the next room and had no time to wipe his mouth.

A very old story.

Autumn is undoubtedly the best season in Xi'an!

Zhuo Tongtong and Yang Hong are married. A year later, they have a daughter named Zhuo autumn. After another three years, Zhuo became a sister in autumn.

Later, a family of four will be in the family home of the military academy, which is used to be called the compound, enjoying a happy life.

It is said that the vast majority of people's brains only use one tenth, and the remaining nine tenths are completely idle, and they will slowly become useless. Zhuoyang is obviously an exception.

Zhuoyang showed his talent when he was very young. Yuan Kuocheng's "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", a half-hour book review, three-year-old Zhuo Yang can speak completely only once. When he was four years old, Zhuo Tongtong threw the disordered cube to Zhuo Yang, turned to the clothes pocket on the hanger and took out a bag of Ashima. He flicked a cigarette box and took out a piece of it just for lighting. Looking back, Zhuo Yang had twisted the cube back and six faces were in order. When I was five, I could talk with Zhuo Tongtong in German. When I was six, Zhuo Yang could even swear in English fluently. At the age of eight, just after learning chess for a few days, he lifted the table for the old revolutionary grandfather in the military office next to the courtyard. The grandfather of the old revolution escaped from the Korean battlefield and lived back. He cultivated himself for half his life. He has not been overzealous for more than 40 years.

In a word, the magic Zhuoyang can learn everything very quickly. Many things can be learned at a glance, many actions can be learned only once, and they can be done in a different way. After a while of thinking about them, there will be no strangeness when they are done again.

It is said that people who make full use of their brains, 100% of them, have never touched the piano at all, but as long as they let them watch Liszt's performance of Don Juan once, only once, they can play it completely, and they will never forget it all their lives, and they can pick it up at any time.

Who to reason with!

No one knows how much, five tenths, Zhuoyang's brain has been developed? Six tenths? Or eight or nine tenths? Anyway, he has a label since childhood: smart!

Smart kids have one thing in common, that is, they are not down-to-earth. Zhuoyang jumps off very much.

The teacher's children go to school early. Zhuo Yang entered the first grade of the military school when he was five years old, and began a student era as painful as all the children in China. Zhuoyang was never a good student because he was too smart, so he was not practical. His study was average and he was naughty.But there is another characteristic of smart children, that is, they like reading books and reading extracurricular books.

Under the influence of Zhuo Tongtong, an amateur and senior history enthusiast and pseudo literature enthusiast, Zhuo Yang has finished reading Chinese and foreign famous historical and literary works one by one since he began to read. Of course, if you look at the ancient Chinese history books, they are all in classical Chinese, while the Western masterpieces are all in English.

Zhuoyang has a father he adores.

The children who grew up in the army compound also have a feature of fighting. Zhuoyang is no exception.

He and his friends, often just for a look, fight the children in the street.

He gave me a look and hit him!

He whistled at the girl in our compound. Hit him!

He, today is nothing , hit him

With Zhuoyang's body coordination ability and movement learning ability, there is no doubt that fighting is a good hand. In his own words: those fools are too slow!

But Zhuoyang doesn't like fighting, but he likes to be with his friends.

Besides, if boys don't fight, how can they call puberty.

Adolescence Zhuoyang doesn't like fighting, doesn't like school, doesn't like eating fat meat and onions. But he likes football!

Xi'an is not a traditional football city, but Xi'an is a fanatical fan city. In other words, there are more people watching the ball and less people playing football.

In the winter of December 1989, Zhuo Yang, who was more than four years old, wore a thick down jacket and wandered to the playground of the military academy alone. Because it was Sunday, there were no soldiers training in the Yellow turf playground. The cold northwest wind swept over the playground. Zhuoyang tugged hard at the collar of the dark red down jacket with his hand, muttering: cold, cold.

At this time, Zhuoyang saw six soldiers. They only wore military green vests on their upper bodies. Their strong bicep muscles were like big pimple pickled vegetables sold in the shop of the military service agency. The chest muscles raised by the tomb puffed up the vests, and the heat on their heads was blowing in the northwest wind. They are chasing a black and white ball.

This is the first time Zhuoyang has seen playing football!

When a soldier stopped the ball, he kicked a fault. The football turned to the edge of the grass and rolled to Zhuoyang from fast to slow. Then he slowly stopped at Zhuoyang's feet.

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

Half an hour later, six soldiers watched Zhuoyang shake the football with his feet in horror, and the football had not landed for nearly ten minutes.

The small dark red down jacket is thrown on the withered and yellow grass, which is as abrupt and bright as the desert rose in Taklimakan.

Six soldiers strained the neckline of the cotton army coat, afraid of the slightest cold wind pouring into their necks, muttering: cold, cold!

From then on, Zhuoyang fell in love with football. His love was unreasonable. It was not like the magic talent of his clever little prodigy.

Smart children often don't want to know more than they want to know.

In the first grade, Zhuoyang couldn't play football with his peers. In the third grade, he played with them. In the first grade of junior high school, I started to play small games with those fierce soldiers. Although I can't play the whole game because of my age, physical strength and physical reasons, Zhuoyang's one-stop passing and shooting at any time and any place make the soldiers helpless. In high school, no one in Xi'an folk field didn't know Zhuo Yang's name. He was often called by his uncle to help save the field.

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

Since Zhuoyang was a little famous in the folk field, there have been sports school coaches and even coaches of professional teams to find him. They hope Zhuoyang can enter the football sports school or the echelon of the football club, but all of them are mercilessly kicked out by his mother Yang Hong. Although Zhuo Tongtong, his father, is not only a fake fan who can't watch but also practice, he also feels that playing football is not a serious thing. It's OK to play. He specializes in this field, which is similar to the meaning of staying in Mahjong hall all day long, such as playing things and losing his mind.

Zhuo Yang most adores his father Zhuo Tongtong, a man of art and sullen. Zhuo Yang is most afraid of her mother, Yang Hong, a graceful and tough woman.

Yang Hong hated all sports and thought it was a sign of barbarity and rudeness. Yang Hong's bones are flowing with the smart and arrogance of the traditional southern water girls. Only profound knowledge and gentle art can be seen in her eyes. But as a female pianist in the new era, Yang Hong is used to controlling everything with pride and has an irresistible leading authority in the family.

Yang Hong never goes to do 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 taking a walk with her husband occasionally, Yang Hong's only favorite sport is on the two meter wide and two meter long Simmons mattress in her bedroom. In the dead of night, when Zhuo autumn and Zhuo Yang are asleep, she and Zhuo Tongtong are engaged in a fierce hand to hand fight match, and enjoy it.

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

Zhuo Tongtong is afraid of Yang Hong, not only him, Zhuo Qiuqiu and Zhuo Yang, but all three Zhuo family members are afraid of Yang Hong.Zhuo Qiuqiu chose the same major as his father, foreign language. The outsider is like her father, student union cadre and her mother.

Therefore, Yang Hong arbitrarily ordered Zhuo Yang to learn the piano for three reasons.

first: the girl inherited her father's profession and her son will inherit my career;

second: anyway, Zhuo Yang is not a material for school, but the piano is still good.

third: there is no reason why the old lady has the final say.

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

Every weekend, Yang Hong asks Zhuo Yang to play the piano at home. Zhuo Yang comes up with all kinds of strange excuses to go out and play the game secretly. The way is high, the devil is high. There is no cunning, only more cunning.

Jack mouse fights tom cat on TV, Zhuoyang fights Yang Hong at home.

In fact, Zhuoyang doesn't hate piano. He is willing to play it well when he is free, but he can't say how much he loves it. It's like the curtain of the red cloud blue mountain yellow coconut tree.

Gradually, in 2002, Zhuoyang was seventeen years old. Early in school, he was about to graduate from high school. At this time, something unhappy happened because of the fight.

Competitive sports is the extension of war, football is the violence under the rules. Who hasn't got any passion and fire in his heart? In China, you can play chess at the roadside.

In the folk field competition without the authority of the referee, it is more common to fight. As a folk star who has passed people like wind, scored goals like hemp, and can smell coquettish from two li away, Zhuoyang naturally becomes the object of envy and attack of scoundrels. But Zhuoyang is not a master who can bear his anger. Half of the kids have more temper than pimples on their faces. So the trouble came.

When fighting, Zhuoyang won't suffer any loss, and won't play too hard, but there will always be a time to hurt people.

Do you think it's for nothing to see Zhuo Yang watch the soldiers fight for more than ten years in the army yard?