After passing through Youyu Lane, the two of them walked into Changlefang Second Column Road. The broken half of the stele was untouched and still stood dilapidated in the distance. Above the broken stele, on the repaired red brick wall, there was a long and thin silver nameplate nailed to it, which read:
Xunfengli
Guan Xi thought of Yu Ben's words: Ancient beautiful prayers can coexist with today's convenient numbering.
Who is not naive.
She took a photo.
After taking the photo, Guan Xi and Pan Qiaomu walked the short distance back and forth.
Residential buildings in Changlefang are crowded, and most passages can only accommodate a tricycle. Xunfengli is the most spacious short street among them. Yu Ben and his people demolished the broken granite road, reinstalled it, and finally paved it with neat granite, making this arcade short street even more spacious, and it can even be used at the same time. Accommodates driveways and walkways.
The newly renovated arcade street has an antique look.
According to the personal wishes of the aborigines, the internal layout of some tube buildings was changed, and some rotten wooden boards were removed and piled on the spotless roadside.
The walls of the houses are also clean and spotless.
The short 100-meter street has neat roads, neat houses, neat colors, and neat cleanliness.
At lunch time, the aroma of braised fish and onions wafted out, the TV squeaked along with the sound of Cantonese opera on the radio, and the ancient soul woke up from a brand-new shell, accompanied by a strange sense of fragmentation.
Before Yu Ben arrived, the call came first: "Are you and Qiao Mu at the scene? What do you think?"
how is it.
Pan Qiaomu folded his hands behind his head and stretched. He looked at this neat "ancient street". Compared with the ancient streets in countless scenic spots, this ancient street was no different. It perfectly conformed to people's imagination of "tradition" and covered up the traces of aboriginal life.
He thought of Chen Jiaxian's interview video that was officially edited by Zhuoxiu. In the interview, her words were like an AI person who entered correct instructions. Every sentence was so correct that it had no soul, so pliable that it had no point of view, and as boring as chewed bagasse.
He was thinking, if Chen Jiaxian came to this street, what would she say?
Unexpectedly, those brown eyes flashed through his mind.
Gentle shape, but always stubborn.
"Arrogance." He seemed to hear her voice, Pan Qiaomu thought, Chen Jiaxian has a tough temper and never says nice things.
He smiled a little.
Then, Pan Qiaomu heard Guan Xiqing say clearly: "Arrogance."
…
Pan Qiaomu took a breath of cold air.
Do you want to be so direct?
Yu Ben seemed to be used to Guan Xi's style: "Where are you arrogant?"
Guan Xi said very clearly: "Highly educated elites assume that ordinary people are poor, ignorant, and don't understand anything. Then based on this judgment, they use pretentious intellectual tastes to modify ordinary people's lives and treat ordinary people." ’s daily routine produces condescending sympathy.”
…
Yu Ben said: "I understand." He said, "Look up."
Guan Xi and Pan Qiaomu raised their heads and saw Yu Ben, holding a phone, turning out of the enclosure of the uncompleted Chunhua Cinema.
Under the sun, his eyebrows became darker, and he pressed his sharp eyes: "Is this why you made an appointment with me?"
Pan Qiaomu stood still and looked at Xunfengli, which was "renovated as before".
Facing you is Chen Kee Tang Shui.
The door of Chen Ji Tang Shui has been renovated and made extra old, dark and open in the sun. During the renovation project, all the large and small rental advertisements on the wall were removed, leaving the entire wall clean.
Looking around, the short street is clean and neat.
Maybe too clean, too tidy.
Guan Xi opened the mailbox on his mobile phone, called up the historical sending plan, highlighted a section, and pointed it out to Yu Bi: "In the plan submitted to you, it was specifically stated not to restrict the use of the unified facade by the indigenous people. You agreed at the time. But I asked my landlord yesterday, and the landlord said that you require everyone to keep the facade uniform."
Yu Ben looked at Xun Fengli: "This is more harmonious."
Guan Xi told Yu Ben: "Now Xunfengli is like a street of 'correct elements of traditional culture'. It's so correct. Everything that should be there is there; what shouldn't be there is not there. Traditional culture should not be so neatly organized Stacking elements! Yu Ben, Xunfengli is too neat! There is no warmth at all."
"What temperature?"
"Human touch and warmth." Guan Xi said.
She found the photos she took of the old arcade street from her phone.
"Changlefang has a tradition of doing business since ancient times, and the reverence for heaven, earth, ghosts and gods is greater than ordinary people." Guan Xi told Yu Bi, "Therefore, red incense sticks with the words 'Blessings from Heavenly Officials' will be nailed on the doors and windows of every household."
"This household has a small blackboard hanging under the eaves. It undertakes zipper repair, custom-made quilts, processing of supplied materials, modification and repair, and finishing and ironing of clothes."
"This is called the Phoenix Chess and Card Room. It specializes in serving the neighborhood and is also a hairdresser. It costs 10 yuan to shave your hair, 12 yuan for a quick haircut, and 48 yuan to dye your hair black. It is closed on Mondays and Fridays."
"This photo studio runs along the street and serves the neighbors. It has been a long-established brand for decades."
Guan Xi put away his mobile phone, pointed at Xunfengli and said: "Finding a balance between life and business is the temperature. Residents work together and all parties participate. This is also the temperature. We can clean up garbage, remove small advertisements, and repair dangerous decay. The pillars, but there are reasonable traces of life, is there any need to cover them up?”
Yu Ben raised his voice slightly, but remained rational: "Because it doesn't look good. Because it's not glamorous enough. We need development, economy, reform, and pain. Do you think it's the temperature of life? I think it's the scars of life. !”
Guan Xi said: "If this is your way of balancing, I won't help you negotiate authorization for old changes at all. I believe Jiaxian won't either."
Yu Ben was stung: "Are you your support for me? I have followed your request and left a dirty, unknown tube building in the scenic spot. Isn't this balanced enough?"
Guan Xi was also stung.
"Dirty and ignorant? Yu Ben, you are too arrogant. The so-called 'Old Xiguan', 'old' is its taste. This is the scar of history and the charm of age. Who will not grow old? We all will old."
Pan Qiaomu stood up to smooth things over: "Okay, let's stop arguing. What Guan Xi means is - Brother Ben, do you forbid everyone from decorating the facade at will? We really don't have to, Xiguan is not this temperament."
Yu Ben frowned: "What kind of temperament is Xiguan? It depends on what kind of temperament tourists want Xiguan to be. It depends on what kind of Xiguan temperament tourists pay for."
Pan Qiaomu thought of Chen Jiaxian again.
She has a stubborn temperament, if she becomes softer, will she still attract him?
Pan Qiaomu sighed and pointed to a dilapidated three-story tube building next to Chunhua Cinema. The tube building has not been modified at all, and the original color of the white walls can no longer be seen. Therefore, it looks particularly dilapidated, abrupt, and out of place among the antique surroundings.
"Brother Ben." Pan Qiaomu said sincerely, "Since you have accepted 'the right not to demolish the aborigines', then why do you have to worry about unity, beauty, and generosity. And - is it Xiguan that is beautiful and generous? .”
Yu Ben stared at the tube building: "This is just a gimmick."
Guan Xi turned his head and stared at Yu Ben: "This is culture."
What kind of culture is a dilapidated, shabby, outdated memory? !
Yu Ben wanted to question, but met a pair of eyes full of sadness.
Guan Xi said sadly: "Yuben, if you can't keep up with the times, you don't deserve to die. There are always people who are left behind by the train of the times. People who have been laid off. People who are laid off. Old people. People who are at a loss because of sudden changes in their living environment. residents. No one wants to be left behind."
Yu Ben looked at Guan Xi blankly.
…
One Spring Festival many years after leaving home, Guan Xi returned to the north and wanted to visit his former home on a whim.
But her home had long been demolished.
The heavy snow of the times has fallen, and the vast white land is so clean that no traces can be left.
