Pan Qiaomu walked to the only unrenovated tube building in Xunfeng and looked up quietly.
The Tongzi Tower belongs to Grandma Jin, who is older than Grandma and older than Grandma’s parents. Her walls are no longer white, and the scars of time are rough, ugly, and shocking.
Generations from birth to death.
In the torrent of the times, people use their houses as boats. People will always grow old, houses will always grow old, and cities will always grow old. The old city will eventually decline as the city's economic center shifts. Sewers will always be clogged with old dirt, outdated wires cannot carry the full load of electrical appliances, people who cannot climb the stairs will eventually need elevators, and more and more elderly people will also need more elderly-friendly facilities.
If it were in the past, Pan Qiaomu would naturally stand on Yu Ben's side. Regardless of scars, old people or folk customs, they should serve the economy.
But later, he met Chen Jiaxian.
Thinking of Chen Jiaxian, Pan Qiaomu whispered: "Arrogant."
Arrogant.
Perhaps fate is so paradoxical: two completely different people were brought together by the big hand of fate. After the collision and strong disgust, she came to understand him, and he actually learned to see the world through her eyes. of mud.
Disgust and understanding, resistance and love, aging and rebirth, may never be separated. Death is not the opposite of life, but an eternal part of it.
At this moment, Pan Qiaomu turned his head and looked at the arcade street in front of him. He finally realized what Chen Jiaxian meant by "arrogance".
Arrogance means self-talking about dividing original things into "good" and "bad", using condescending and staring eyes, and using pity that one thinks is highly educated to determine what is "bad".
One person should not have the right to judge another person for granted.
Pan Qiaomu finally began to doubt himself. Is the elitist evaluation system he accepted really correct?
The life of the Xiguan aborigines, and the life of the most ordinary people, is full of fireworks, does not need to be modified, and is not shameful. No matter poverty, embarrassment, or scars, they do not need to be covered up or sympathized with in a condescending way.
Sympathy implies class contempt, but empathy is love.
…
Yu Ben rubbed his eyebrows irritably and tightened his face: "I don't understand your aesthetics."
After working together for a period of time, the two people have become very familiar with each other. When Yu Ben admitted that he didn't understand, Guan Xi knew that he had compromised.
Compared with Jun Ziyi, Yu Bi is another kind of good leader. Even if he does not agree, even if it is beyond his experience, when faced with arguments, he will not be stubborn or offended. Instead, he will listen carefully, admit that he does not understand, and after weighing the pros and cons, use practical actions to give advice. Give maximum support.
This is Yubi’s support style.
Guan Xi said apologetically: "Yuben, we want empathy, we don't want sympathy."
Yu Ben said frankly: "I don't understand. But I always think that if I don't care about the facade, it will be covered with advertisements in the end."
After thinking for a moment, Guan Xi said, "How about I draw up a facade management method. Within a certain scale, the indigenous people can freely choose to use the building facade."
Yu Ben compromised: "Okay."
The two were silent for a moment, and then Guan Xi's voice rang out again: "Whether you understand it or not, I have to say - what can truly embody the spirit of China, what can embody the spirit of Yuecheng and the first-tier metropolis, what embodies the culture of Xiguan, is Here. Tolerance." She pointed to the unchanged building and said, "We Chinese are harmonious but different."
What is tolerance?
Tolerance is not about top versus bottom, the king treats his subjects, the nobles look down on the common people, but - each of us, on this land, can live together equally and harmoniously.
Harmony but difference.
Yu Ben was silent for a long time, and finally smiled to himself:
"Who cares but us?"
Guan Xi looked to the north, and after a long, long time, he said:
"Only a few people can keep up with the times. In fact, traditional culture has long been left behind by the times. In fact, our industry is also destined to end. From birth to death, people will eventually become abandoned by time. Even for ourselves, we You have to care too.”
…
Yu Ben and Guan Xi stood at the newly built demonstration street intersection and carefully divided the improvement work. These tasks will later be broken down into smaller work items and handed over to various teams for advancement.
Both were a little tired.
So Pan Qiaomu suggested going to Chenji Tang Shui for a casual meal.
Their eyes turned to the door of Chen Ji Tang Shui. At this moment, the newly posted A4 white paper on the door was particularly eye-catching.
Pan Qiaomu read out the printed words on the A4 paper:
"The shop is for sale."
There is a big cross above these four words, followed by three small words:
Sold
…
Did Chen Ji Tang Shui sell the shop?
Sitting in the shop, Guan Xi asked Chen's mother with great regret: "Mrs. Chen, this shop is not a time-honored one? Why do you say you won't do it if you don't do it?"
Chen's mother brought the cart noodles and said with a little regret and pride: "All I have done is sell the shop. Jiahao will graduate from college soon, in order to buy him a house. Only by buying a house can you marry a wife, you say Isn’t that right, Miss Guan?”
"Already sold?" Pan Qiaomu squeezed the spoon in his hand, "If it is sold, your store..."
Chen's mother said: "We signed a lease contract with the buyer. We are now tenants and pay monthly rent. Chenji Tang Shui will continue to open."
Guan Xi said: "The rent here is not cheap."
Changlefang is located in the center of Yuecheng City, with an excellent location. Xunfengli was originally the street frontage. Now it has just undergone renovation and the rent has increased several times compared to before.
Mother Chen sighed and felt a little worried: "No, business is getting worse and worse now. I don't have much money left after paying the rent, and I still have to pay back the loan every month."
Pan Qiaomu said rudely: "Where is your son? I bought him a house and asked him to do some part-time work to help you."
Mother Chen waved her hand: "Jiahao is still a child, where can he find a part-time job?"
Pan Qiaomu's voice was a little strange: "Still a child? He will graduate from college soon, right?"
Mother Chen smiled and said: "Little handsome boy, you are not married, are you? You don't understand, among all mothers in the world, who is not afraid that their children will be cold and tired?"
Pan Qiaomu sneered and threw the spoon into the bowl in front of Chen's mother, making a loud sound.
He picked up his windbreaker and said, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
Pan Qiaomu's figure quickly disappeared outside the door.
Guan Xi sent a WeChat message: "Why are you so angry at the indigenous people?"
After a long time, Pan Qiaomu replied: "Just think I'm an idiot. I'm upset."
