Shanghai is the same.
All magazines and newspapers, whether in Chinese or English, can never escape these two themes. When they leafed through a book, they found the same thing, either Obama's dark face or the dark sky on Wall Street. Only in the eyes of Americans, the former stands for "hope" and the latter stands for "despair"-of course, Obama's opponents don't think so.
The so-called Tao is one foot high and the devil is ten feet high. No matter how big the waves are, there is a flood wall. At this moment, China has become a refuge for some adventurers, and Shanghai is the most dazzling pearl in this field.
So Lujiazui is still colorful and materialistic. The world financial center stands in the clouds every day. Lonely as hell. Just wait for the "Shanghai Center" around you to rise as soon as possible to relieve its narcissistic loneliness. Therefore, on the construction site surrounded by the "Shanghai Center", it is like the heartbeat of Shanghai's extremely tenacious vitality. The intermediaries of skyscrapers are still rushing to the elites in suits and ties. They control the economic lifeline of Shanghai by telephone-or Shanghai controls their puppets with mobile phone signals as clues-and everything can be said from two aspects.
At the end of 2008, Shanghai was still like a crazy spinning glass ball, and the rapid development of honesty was like a horrible behemoth. When all foreign tourists still regard the maglev train connecting Pudong Airport and the subway as a must-see attraction in Shanghai, the second phase of Hongqiao Airport is rising rapidly with a scale far exceeding that of Pudong International Airport.
Hongqiao Transportation Hub Project is a super project with China's investment of 36 billion yuan, which will become the most complicated transportation hub in the world. In these three Tiananmen Square areas, there are high-speed railway, maglev train, intercity railway, expressway passenger transport, urban rail transit, public transport and civil aviation. The whole project is like a huge luminous monster in western Shanghai. In the future, people will be quickly transported from various intestines in its body cavity to various places in Shanghai. And this is just the tip of the iceberg. 900 billion government investment is regarded as a strong shot in the arm to resist the financial turmoil. The newspaper described such a move with a moving metaphor: "If 900 billion investment is changed into coins, it will be enough for the next continuous rainy day in Shanghai 128 days." This description once appeared in American newspapers and was used to describe the wealth of Bill Gates.
So, when Nan Xiang and I returned to Shanghai again, we didn't feel any different. Maybe it's because we left for ten days. What I saw in Shanghai still covered the sun like a black octopus. It lies on this seaside territory, covering all the blind people, and its wet black tentacles touch every tiny corner of the city.
Can't stop climbing, like the innate talent of the city.
As if nothing had happened. Me, Nan Xiang, Don. The four of us are still sitting affectionately in the living room. The only change is that this living room is now a senior villa in Jing 'an District, not a small dormitory in the school.
Guli is still sipping roasted coffee from Rwanda and leafing through the Monthly Times in his hand. Holding a red ink pen in her hand, she kept circling the paragraphs she was interested in in in the magazine, and her expression was like the way I remembered the head teacher correcting homework in primary and secondary schools.
After two sips, she put the coffee on the coffee table sadly. "Nanxiang, this is worse than the Chinese medicine you drink when you are in pain." Rwanda? Do people in that place have taste problems? Their taste buds won't keep secreting royal jelly, will they? This thing can make Chinese cabbage, who thinks it's unlucky, angry alive. "
She looked contemptuously at a bag of Rwandan roasted coffee next to her, which she bought from Mark Spencer, Britain's largest retail company on Nanjing West Road. The expression at this moment is like watching Tang do yoga with a mask, full of great compassion and longing for peace. She seems to have completely forgotten her smug expression when she happily bought this bag of things from that new green landmark.
While combing her hair behind her head, Nan Xiang asked doubtfully, "Didn't Tang always call himself' Redjade'? When did it change to the name of your Filipino maid? And Gu Jie, it's just a cup of coffee. Leave the Rwandan people alone. They angered anyone they recruited. "
Don Wan Ru barely put on a black tunic and stood weakly beside Nanxiang. She is always full of sense of justice. Every time Gu bullied me and Nan Xiang, she would stand up for us.
She slowly sat cross-legged beside Nanxiang (in the process of sitting down, because she tried to imitate the elegant cross-legged movements of celebrities on TV to prevent exposure, she lost her balance because of excessive twisting of her legs and sat directly on the sofa with a plop), but Tang seems to have an advantage, that is, she can be very calm under any circumstances.
For example, now, she keeps plopping on the sofa motionless, still holding Nanxiang's hand affectionately and saying sympathetically, "Nanxiang, in that case, your second aunt is not Rwandan?" I've always felt that her skin, gee, how can I put it? I'm just being blunt. Never mind, I always thought your second aunt was too dark! "
After that, he pointed to Obama on the cover of Guli magazine and added with regret: "It is enough to catch up with Obama, really."
Nanxiang rubbed his temples, sat next to me, picked up the bottle of champagne in the ice bucket, poured himself a glass, and soon joined me with a hot face. I looked at Tang lying on the sofa in an incredible posture, then at the one wearing a dark red Prada sweater, and giggled again.
South Hunan and Gu looked at me flushed, giggling and shaking their heads anxiously. And Tang just stared at a certain point in the living room air with empty eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking. To tell the truth, none of us can keep up with her jumping and whimsy.
I looked at Nan Xiang and Gu Li sitting next to me. The two of them look so beautiful, and their youth shines like two fragrant flowers. Next to them, Tang is also full of vitality, which looks like a quiet and strong green Cycas in the sun. As for me, I am covered with disheveled hair that I just woke up, huge dark circles and bloodshot red eyes, just like a pile of straw dried in Feng Gang in winter. Yes, they are my best friends.
If you know us well, you will know that the woman wearing a small jewel camellia on her head in front of me is Guli. I love her, but I'm also afraid of her. She is like a giant computer with a solar perpetual motion machine. After three years in college, she completed her double degree and won the first place in the department with+.
When the school teacher gave her a first-class scholarship, she roughly counted it, and then said excitedly, "Oh, so many, I can buy Lucy a slightly stronger pair of shoes." Then, she threw a thin envelope containing money into her LONGCHAMP bag. At that time, I felt that she was exactly the same as Kate Moss in the external wall advertisement of CITIC Pacific, like a noble and bitter black swan.
Besides, this giant computer will keep spewing venom from her mouth. For example, last month, she spent a whole 10 minute in the company without any swearing words, making a 40-year-old man sitting in the company lobby 1 m 83 cry. Finally, she felt so sorry, so she squatted down, took out a handkerchief to help him wipe his tears, hugged his head and said softly and kindly in his ear, "Go home and cry if you want." I'm still working here, be a little better. " Don't be like a god. You're an adult. "Her eyes are still shining with warm and moving light.
She is wearing H&; Mi Nanxiang, wearing a long black coat, has low head, long black and supple hair behind her head, and striking eyebrows and eyes, which circulate an innate moving aesthetic feeling. Her whole face is always covered with a layer of ink, fog and rain, which is very cute. Soft and bright. Her slender collarbone, long eyelashes and soft lips like pink pudding make her like a white camellia in a quiet valley.
Yes, it's like the bright camellia she's wearing in her hair at the moment. Unlike Gu's priceless jewels, she wears real flowers, full of moving fragrance, but easy to damage, wither quickly and die in a flash. And the jewelry inside is eternal and overwhelming beauty. This is their biggest difference. My feelings for Nanxiang are not like worship of Coulee, but more like intimacy and closeness. In the ten years when we met, we shared our favorite novels and listened to the same songs. We shop in the same street and buy the same clothes.
I was humiliated by Coulee every day when I was with her, and then we were ashamed together. It's like (...) humiliating Don. Our feelings have deepened in countless such days. But if I describe her, I really can't say it. Although I am a Chinese major myself, I found that if I really want to tell the story about Nanxiang, I have to write a novel thicker than the river of sorrow. Generally speaking, Nanxiang should be regarded as a "femme fatale" that we often see in novels.
She doesn't have such a prominent family background as Guli, or even a well-off family like me. She is so beautiful that she doesn't even have a boyfriend now. I had a boyfriend named Cheng when I was in middle school. Gave her countless slaps, kicked her a few feet, got pregnant, had an abortion, and then patted her ass and left.
I looked up at nanxiang. She really wants to catch up with me quickly-she's drunk. ...
At the moment, Tang, who is squeezing cleavage in front of the mirror, always feels that maybe she is from the Chinese department, because she often says all kinds of classic quotations, which makes it impossible to make any comments. For example, the sentence "What's so beautiful about my milk?" . I still remember that at a National Day ceremony in our high school, Nanxiang and I finished performing a musical. After the most elegant and perfect curtain call, we went back backstage. Tang greeted us excitedly-of course, with her qualifications, she couldn't dance on the stage, so she barely said a cross talk at most.
At that time, she rushed directly at us and knocked down Gu Li, who was carrying water to hand it to us. Then she grabbed Nan Xiang's hand excitedly and said with a trembling voice, "Nan Xiang! When you were dancing and spinning just now, we were particularly excited to see the following! We can clearly see the red underwear under your skirt! Everyone is boiling! " Coulee and I quickly put our hands on our foreheads. What's the name of .....................................................................................................................................................................'s song? Oh, yes, "the soldier's blood dyed it red!" " "
This incident ended in an unusually dramatic tension, that is, the phrase "the soldier's blood dyed it red", together with the previous two sentences about Nanxiang underwear, spread all over the school playground with the mini microphone that Nanxiang and I haven't taken off on our chests, and the whole student team continued to echo "dyed it red ... dyed it red ..."
After the ceremony, Nanxiang asked for three days of sick leave ... and came to class wearing a mask on the fourth day.
After that, we can always hear such conversations in school, whether it's the steamed bread with strange red blood coming out of the school cafeteria for some reason, the red underwear in the English teacher's white shirt, the bright clouds in the evening sky, and the cover of that hateful red English book. Everyone's explanation for these things is that "the blood of soldiers has dyed it red."
In addition, if you are particularly brave and not afraid of death, you dare to do anything. Including the last time I was drunk at the checkout counter, I opened my bag of Coulee Kenzo, carefully and quietly vomited on my face, then casually zipped it up and continued to sing with us as if nothing had happened just now. (Of course, after the event, Coulee locked her in the toilet and didn't give her food all day. On another occasion, she went to the street to buy medicine with a fever, and inexplicably walked into Watsons next to the drugstore, went straight to the counter of Neutrogena and said to the lady selling the mask, "Give me the medicine ~ Give me the medicine quickly ~ I think I'm going to die!" At that time, the counter lady almost dialed 1 10. ...
Of course, there are not very handsome boys around us. With the qualifications of Gu Li and Nan Xiang, no matter what handsome guy can dismount, I can also pick one who falls dizzy. People always say that if all your friends are excellent, others will think you are excellent. I have been trying to convince myself why my boyfriend is good-looking.
Coulee has a constantly chauffeured Gu Yuan who is determined to love her, although the name sounds like her brother. If our life is a soap opera, it is possible that Gu Yuan will be revealed to be related to Coulee in the future, and his lover will be stunned. Of course, this is not a novel written by Qiong Yao, and Guli and Gu Yuan are not Liu Xuehua and Ma Jingtao. Such a thing is absolutely impossible.
There is also Nanxiang, another haunted man named Cheng who has been pestering for many years. Yes, if you still know something about our life, then, ten days ago, I just jumped on the train with Nanxiang and met this ghost man. I can't wait for him to die.
However, Tang had a very subtle chemical reaction with Wei Hai, a handsome muscle in our school. I don't want to comment on this. Because anything related to Tang will eventually become a farce that is difficult to clean up! Every time!
At the moment, I am drinking champagne and curled up on the sofa, with red eyes like a criminal who just slaughtered a whole tourist on Nanjing West Road. I laughed and looked at the three good friends in front of me with a crying expression. If there is a mirror in front of me now, I will definitely see my expression and its distortion.
I looked at Nan Xiang and Gu Li in front of me. They are standing in front of the mirror, and Coulee is helping Nanxiang tie a strand of hair that hangs to the back of his head. They talked softly and looked like two close friends. And Tang lie on the sofa and look at them with a Gherardini expression, which I have never seen on her face. I think with Tang's IQ, she is not enough to have such a deep and complicated face. She said to them gently, "I'm so glad to see you two like this." You really made up. "
I was drunk, leaning back on the sofa, in the constant champagne around me, feeling the scene in front of me was extremely horrible. Two beautiful and moving women are combing their hair in front of the mirror, and the other one is lying on the sofa, humming a song. It feels like watching the movie The Painted Skin. I even think that Guli and Nanxiang will peel off their skins at any moment, and then one of them will say' I am a demon' in an extremely tempting voice. The other said, "I don't eat people's hearts, and I will get old."
I think I must be drunk.
Besides, you won't believe what our life was like less than a month before the four of us got together so intimately under the same roof. That's completely beyond any soap opera with dog blood, or the imaginary world in the mind of a psychopath. Our life, like one big bang after another, is more exciting than any Hollywood action movie. Flesh and blood, fragmented, the soul is blown into the sky, floating at will, lonely souls and wild ghosts, long live the future.
My boyfriend kissed another woman and slept while dating me, and finally accused me of cheating others; Guli and Nanxiang secretly share the same man with each other; Nanxiang took hundreds of thousands of cash and tricked me into escaping on the train for more than ten days. My new lover, sogou, has terminal cancer, which drives me crazy.
Of course, these are just the tip of the iceberg.
Wait, when the tide recedes, when you see the mainland sticking out of the sea, you will find how many bones are exposed in broad daylight.
Now, the blue ocean looks great.
Just when I couldn't pour any more wine from the champagne bottle, Guli and Nanxiang came to me and sat down next to me. Coulee said, "Now give me a bath."
I shook my head and said, "I'm drunk and can't walk steadily."
Coulee frowned, grabbed the cup in my hand and put it on the coffee table, saying, "Don't you smell it?" Now you are like a tuna that died in the men's room for five days, "she paused, and then added," It smells like being put in a pickle jar for three days and then being fished out! "
Nanxiang tried to pull me off the sofa. "Lin Xiao, you haven't taken a shower for four days. What do you want? Being pulled by Nanxiang makes me dizzy and nauseous. I looked down at Coulee's LV bag on the sofa. Before I knew it, Coulee quickly grabbed her bag and threw it on the other side of the sofa. She looked at me viciously and said, "You can't ruin me with vomit like Don! I won't trip over the same stone twice! " With that, she turned around and saw Tang Tang holding her chest, while she hastily wiped her lost LV bag with a napkin. She said in horror, "It's not my fault. You threw the bag at yourself, and it just hit the champagne in my hand. I'm still afraid! "
I saw the expression on Guli's face, just like swallowing a fish that had died in the men's room for five days, so I laughed again. I feel like a child.
Nan Xiang and Gu Li pulled me and threw me into the bathroom.
The nozzle opened and the water splashed down. I'm still a drunk madman, crying, laughing and laughing. I squatted on the ground for a while, then shook my head and stood up. I also got Guli and Nanxiang wet. Their hair was soaked and hung on their faces. Finally, Gu couldn't help it anymore, grabbed my hair and gave me a heavy slap of cutting.
"Lin Xiao TM enough for you! When my father died, I didn't die to live like you! "
I looked at Coulee, who was wet in front of me. Even in such a mess, the makeup on her face is still exquisite and charming, and the waterproof makeup makes her always look like a delicate dummy. I leaned against the wall and pointed at her and said, "Yes, you didn't cry. How NB you are!" " On the night of your father's death, you read his will in the warm candlelight. This photo is great. It should be framed and hung on the wall. It is called "Gu Zhixiao". How I wish I were like you! Make an immortal specimen soaked in formalin. "You are all poisonous and golden. You are the Statue of Liberty standing on Manhattan Island with torches!" I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes and said to Coulee, "Are you satisfied? But I am not you, I can't do it! "
The nozzle on the top of the head spouted hot water continuously, and the three of us stood below. The hot and intense yellow light cast by the Yuba on the top of the head made each of us' skin flawless and delicate like a girl. The continuous steaming makes the whole bathroom dense and unreal.
We are like standing in a sad heavy rain, and all the rain is like boiling tears, pouring on us continuously. Gu wiped the water on her face, took off her coat, turned and threw it into the laundry basket next to her. Then twist the door and walk out of the bathroom. Her silent back hit me in the face like another slap in the face.
Nanxiang came over and hugged me. The two of us stood in the shower with our clothes on.
The running water on the ground mosaic is swift, and the sound of running water in the ear is like this. I closed my eyes and refused to believe that this was a reality. I hypnotized myself repeatedly. It was a dream. I hope that when I open my eyes, I will go back to four days ago.
At this time four days ago, I felt that my life had never been so happy.
Four days ago.
Most of the time, I feel that Coulee is like an omnipotent madman.
For example, now, a second ago, I still feel that my life is beyond redemption, and I must be mired in despair from now on. And a second later, a phone call came from Guli, which immediately made me feel that I was standing at the gate of heaven (of course, I didn't mean that I was dead), and the happy world opened the door to me.
Gu Li told me on the phone that she had completely solved the problem in southern Hunan. Nanxiang and I can go back to Shanghai, and we don't have to run away from home anymore. However, it is a bit exaggerated to say that we are fugitives from the world. The fact is, Nan Xiang and I just fled to Nanjing, and the next day we couldn't help calling Gu Li. Then, through a series of complicated arrangements, Coulee turned this horrible escape into a holiday when Nanxiang and I hid in Nanjing Hot Springs ... Nanxiang and I did nothing all day, except that we could not contact the outside world and expose our whereabouts. On the third day, although the handsome guy treated us as bosom friends, he shared with us how bad his ungrateful boyfriend had just broken up.
Knowing that we can go back to Shanghai the next day, my mood is a little unreal, so I impulsively invited Gu Li: "Gu Li, why don't you come to Nanjing?" Anyway, you have to ask the driver to take us back to Shanghai. Why don't you come to the hotel to soak in the hot springs with us tonight? " In the middle of my speech, Nanxiang shook his head sadly.
Gu Li's crisp laughter on the phone made me quickly understand Nanxiang's mood: "Yo, hehehehehehehehehe ... I said Lin Xiao, well, of course, thank you for inviting me first, but how to say it, I don't usually take such poor people's holidays. You know, the last time Gu Yuan took me to a Japanese hot spring, I didn't give him a good look after coming back for a month, let alone Nanjing. By the way, although your hotel claims to be a five-star hotel, I checked it online. Hey, what can I say? You two have suffered these days ... but, what can I say? Thank you for inviting me. "
Although I was humiliated by Coulee, I was in an unbelievable mood, so I insisted on inviting her over. When I repeatedly invited her to soak in the hot springs, Nanxiang looked very heavy beside me, just like her expression every time she watched the Spring Festival Evening.
However, there are miracles in this world. After I kept talking to her on the phone for 37 minutes and repeatedly said "You must come", she happily joined our hot spring tour. I think Coulee's sacrifice is really great. You know, she's in Shanghai, and she doesn't even want to stroll around the inner ring. Even when she went to the stock exchange center in Lujiazui, Pudong, she always said with a very jian expression, "The air in Pudong doesn't smell like a place to live, no matter when it smells." Why the surrounding Pudong residents didn't kill her on the spot is a mystery.
However, less than a minute after I hung up the phone, my smug expression froze on my face, and a short message from: "Don, come with me."
I looked at it with Nanxiang, then silently grabbed the red wine around me and looked up. We all like to get drunk quickly.
Gu hung up the phone and continued to stroll in the hypermarket.
Yes, you are not mistaken. She's really shopping at the mall. However, there are only two such supermarkets in Shanghai. One is on the ground floor of Times Square and the other is on the ground floor of Jiuguang Department Store. There is not a Chinese character on the packaging of the goods inside. On the packaging in English, Japanese and French, there is a small sticky paper label printed with Chinese. A small box of lettuce in the vegetable market costs a few cents, and the price inside is 19.40 yuan. Such supermarkets are generally deserted and almost empty. You look down and out. There are always more shop assistants than customers.
Now, Guli is in the supermarket in Times Square.
She picked up a box of 12 small tomatoes, looked at the price of 44.50 yuan on it and gently threw it into the shopping basket.
Lan Jue, an assistant next to her, said, "Your brother Neil called me and asked you to have dinner. You just don't have any plans at noon. If you like, I will reply to him now. "
"Why didn't she just call me?" Coulee asked.
"You have been on the phone just now, but he can't get through." Lan must have answered.
"Oh, then tell him to set a place to tell me, and I'll find him right away." Guli studied (…) with a celery, and then said, "Come with me. I am under too much pressure to face this ancestor alone. "
"ok." Blue definitely picked up the phone and began to call Neil back.
Gu looked back and continued to look at those fresh vegetables in the open-shelf freezer. I was going to get a box of salad and was blinded by the flash.
Coulee turned around and saw a young man smiling at himself apologetically. He is taking pictures of his girlfriend.
Gu forbear and looked back awkwardly. Although the price of a small box of tomatoes here can buy a small amount of tomatoes in the farmer's market, in the final analysis, this is just a supermarket.
"Is it necessary to bring souvenirs in the supermarket? ! "
Blue definitely after the phone call, looked at his back to his gu, and then took out his mobile phone, wrote a short message and sent it out. "Wait a minute, I also come. : )"
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.
Two crazy Shanghainese, one is Guli and the other is Gu Yuan. I'm in such a bad situation at the moment.
In the supermarket downstairs of Jiuguang Department Store, Gu Yuan has been putting a lot of Japanese candy and tea into his shopping basket.
Just as he hesitated to buy a box of 299 pieces of xylitol chewing gum from Japan, the phone rang and it was Guli. No sooner had he picked it up than he heard the shutter click around him. He looked back a little inexplicably and saw a young man put down his camera in embarrassment. Gu Yuan raised his eyebrows and made an expression of "Why are you taking pictures?". The other party smiled awkwardly, paused and said, "We are from the model company. Sir, you are especially photogenic. Are you interested in modeling? "
Gu Yuan with the wave, turned and continued to make a phone call.
Neil drove his little sports car to Julu Road. He booked a restaurant for dinner.
When crossing the intersection, he was reading the short message on his mobile phone. His eyes flashed before the smile on his face disappeared.
"Can't you? So unlucky? I just ran a red light and was photographed? "
Neil looked back at the intersection with a little frustration. That's a green light. It's strange.
At night, when it was still dark, Nanxiang and I saw Gu's black car at the gate of the hotel. Get off with her, and there are cumulonimbus clouds. But I don't know why, it looks elegant today.
The hot spring party that night, because of Tang's participation, completely turned into a cross talk.