The full text of Nie Hualing's "Shan Shan, Where Are You"

Xin Li jumped on the tram 12, handed the ticket into the palm of the car, sat on the right seat near the front of the car, took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, and tried to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Then he took out a pocket notebook from his coat pocket and found Shanshan's address. He said it again: "No.6, Lane 97, Jilin Road."

He put his notebook back in his bag. "Fifteen years, she should still recognize me!"

Shanshan was the first girl to come into his life and kept it in the most secret and sacred corner of his heart. She symbolizes a dream of his boyhood, an ethereal and beautiful dream.

At this time, the bus has reached the North Gate Station, and a middle-aged man in a straight suit came along. Then the middle-aged man argued with the driver whether to buy the ticket first or make up the ticket at the next stop. Finally, an old man sitting opposite Xin Li tore off one of his tickets and settled the dispute over the tickets.

The newcomer sat down next to the old gentleman. "I'll get off and buy you a ticket later!" "As he spoke, he stared at the palm of the car with his eyes. She is wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

So the old man and middle-aged people began to talk. When he was still in the mainland more than ten years ago, he worked as an administrative Commissioner in Sichuan.

Sichuan, ten years ago, these common words have special meanings in Li Xin's mind today. Didn't he first meet Shanshan in Sichuan more than ten years ago? One evening, standing in front of the door, he saw a little girl walking on the road with the sunset on her back, wearing a soft blue dress and a dazzling Hui Jin behind her.

He listened to her Nanjing accent and joked with her, calling her Nanjing radish. She glared at him: "My name is Lai Yushan, and they all call me Shanshan!" Say that finish hurriedly put a handkerchief over your mouth to smile.

"Ha, wonderful theory!"

Rex looked up, and the little girl with a smile over her mouth was gone. It turned out that the old man let out a cry in front of her eyes. I only heard the old man and middle-aged people discussing the standards of girlfriends, and then talked about various doctrines of writing love novels. And on the other side of the Xin Li, as if sitting in the box watching the play, couldn't help laughing. He doesn't want to hear any more. Turn around and look at the street.

The car just passed a small fruit stall filled with colorful fruits, and Xin Li saw the oranges in Huang Chengcheng at a glance. Involuntarily, I began to recall the time when I went to the orange grove with Shanshan and my sister to steal oranges.

Oranges in Sichuan are very cheap. They can't afford it. There is no bitterness of thieves, only fresh excitement, only youthful glow. He still remembers that day Shanshan wore a black velvet coat and a pomegranate red wool scarf, and her little face shone like a small sun, which made her eyes shine and her heart warm.

Later, the tall woman looking at the orange grove came running. Li Xin jumped off the tree first, and then stood under the tree to meet Shanshan. She jumped up hurriedly and bumped into his arms. Shanshan blushed like a fire.

When they met on the ridge of a bamboo forest, my sister put a bag of oranges in her skirt, and her face was like steamed bread that had just come out of the cage, and she was angry. As soon as we met, my sister pouted and said, "Shanshan, I blame you." You stand guard and eat oranges in the tree! " "Xin Li pointed to the orange in her sister's pocket and smiled." What about you? You just picked oranges! "They talked about the embarrassing scene just now and laughed into a ball. Shanshan almost fell into the paddy field.

"Oh, it's so funny, I can't laugh!"

Li Xin was taken aback. Who's laughing? I looked up at the two women at the rear of the car. One of them was a distiller's grains nose that was already in the car, and the other one probably came up when thinking. Only a big belly and a pair of swollen feet could be seen outside. Between the two women, there are two children kneeling in their seats and looking at the street.

Distiller's grains suddenly stopped laughing and cried, "Look, that's not Miss Cui! On that tricycle! "

"Fifty years old, but dressed like a devil. I heard that she found a husband who is twenty years younger than her, alas ... "The voices of those two women are like flies with green heads in summer, which can't be waved away and opened.

"What do you usually do for recreation?" Distiller's grains nose changed the subject.

"Play small cards! I listened to a good deck of cards that day. Listen to me ... "

"If you are short of one in the future, I will join in the fun!" The interest of distiller's grains nose came, and the voice became louder. "You just come, I'll play cards, but you want to see people, you can't come with bad cards; If you don't get a penny, I-"

"Me too. Our temperaments really hit it off! "

Li Xin was so bored that he couldn't wait to cover his ears with his hand. I couldn't help but take out my pocket notebook and recite Shanshan's address: "No.6, Lane 97, Jilin Road." His heart began to pound. What was his name when he met her?

Still call her Shanshan? It doesn't seem appropriate; Call her Mrs. Qiu? Too awkward, too such a name, as if there is no relationship between them, he is unwilling! He decided not to call her anything, but asked her, "Do you remember me?" She may stare at him stupefied at first, then smile and nod.

She may be wearing a loose bun and a soft blue ribbon at the back of her head now, just like the color of her skirt when he first met her. That soft color can only be reconciled with her.

"Sir, here comes Jilin Road!" The sound of the car's palm interrupted Xin Li's fantasy.

Straightening up, he saw the nose of distiller's grains facing the window and shouted, "Mrs. Qiu, I will play small cards with you one day." How many fairways do you have? I forgot again! "

"No.6, Lane 97, Jilin Road!" The pregnant woman answered with an accent. Li Xin was shocked!

"Slow down! Little boy, you want to die! " That "little boy" is a pure Nanjing accent, and he got into Xin Li's ear mercilessly from outside the car.

Li Xin wanted to turn and look out of the window, but she couldn't. She held the cold copper column and collapsed feebly on the lathe stool.

At this time, the bus has reached the North Gate Station, and a middle-aged man in a straight suit came along. Then the middle-aged man argued with the driver whether to buy the ticket first or make up the ticket at the next stop. Finally, an old man sitting opposite Xin Li tore off one of his tickets and settled the dispute over the tickets.

The newcomer sat down next to the old gentleman. "I'll get off and buy you a ticket later!" "As he spoke, he stared at the palm of the car with his eyes. She is wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

So the old man and middle-aged people began to talk. When he was still in the mainland more than ten years ago, he worked as an administrative Commissioner in Sichuan.

Sichuan, ten years ago, these common words have special meanings in Li Xin's mind today. Didn't he first meet Shanshan in Sichuan more than ten years ago? One evening, standing in front of the door, he saw a little girl walking on the road with the sunset on her back, wearing a soft blue dress and a dazzling Hui Jin behind her.

He listened to her Nanjing accent and joked with her, calling her Nanjing radish. She glared at him: "My name is Lai Yushan, and they all call me Shanshan!" Say that finish hurriedly put a handkerchief over your mouth to smile.

"Ha, wonderful theory!"

Rex looked up, and the little girl with a smile over her mouth was gone. It turned out that the old man let out a cry in front of her eyes. I only heard the old man and middle-aged people discussing the standards of girlfriends, and then talked about various doctrines of writing love novels. And on the other side of the Xin Li, as if sitting in the box watching the play, couldn't help laughing. He doesn't want to hear any more. Turn around and look at the street.

The car just passed a small fruit stall filled with colorful fruits, and Xin Li saw the oranges in Huang Chengcheng at a glance. Involuntarily, I began to recall the time when I went to the orange grove with Shanshan and my sister to steal oranges.

Oranges in Sichuan are very cheap. They can't afford it. There is no bitterness of thieves, only fresh excitement, only youthful glow. He still remembers that day Shanshan wore a black velvet coat and a pomegranate red wool scarf, and her little face shone like a small sun, which made her eyes shine and her heart warm.

Later, the tall woman looking at the orange grove came running. Li Xin jumped off the tree first, and then stood under the tree to meet Shanshan. She jumped up hurriedly and bumped into his arms. Shanshan blushed like a fire.

When they met on the ridge of a bamboo forest, my sister put a bag of oranges in her skirt, and her face was like steamed bread that had just come out of the cage, and she was angry. As soon as we met, my sister pouted and said, "Shanshan, I blame you." You stand guard and eat oranges in the tree! " "Xin Li pointed to the orange in her sister's pocket and smiled." What about you? You just picked oranges! "They talked about the embarrassing scene just now and laughed into a ball. Shanshan almost fell into the paddy field.

"Oh, it's so funny, I can't laugh!"

Li Xin was taken aback. Who's laughing? I looked up at the two women at the rear of the car. One of them was a distiller's grains nose that was already in the car, and the other one probably came up when thinking. Only a big belly and a pair of swollen feet could be seen outside. Between the two women, there are two children kneeling in their seats and looking at the street.

Distiller's grains suddenly stopped laughing and cried, "Look, that's not Miss Cui! On that tricycle! "

"Fifty years old, but dressed like a devil. I heard that she found a husband who is twenty years younger than her, alas ... "The voices of those two women are like flies with green heads in summer, which can't be waved away and opened.

"What do you usually do for recreation?" Distiller's grains nose changed the subject.

"Play small cards! I listened to a good deck of cards that day. Listen to me ... "

"If you are short of one in the future, I will join in the fun!" The interest of distiller's grains nose came, and the voice became louder. "You just come, I'll play cards, but you want to see people, you can't come with bad cards; If you don't get a penny, I-"

"Me too. Our temperaments really hit it off! "

Li Xin was so bored that he couldn't wait to cover his ears with his hand. I couldn't help but take out my pocket notebook and recite Shanshan's address: "No.6, Lane 97, Jilin Road." His heart began to pound. What was his name when he met her?

Still call her Shanshan? It doesn't seem appropriate; Call her Mrs. Qiu? Too awkward, too such a name, as if there is no relationship between them, he is unwilling! He decided not to call her anything, but asked her, "Do you remember me?" She may stare at him stupefied at first, then smile and nod.

She may be wearing a loose bun and a soft blue ribbon at the back of her head now, just like the color of her skirt when he first met her. That soft color can only be reconciled with her.

"Sir, here comes Jilin Road!" The sound of the car's palm interrupted Xin Li's fantasy.

Straightening up, he saw the nose of distiller's grains facing the window and shouted, "Mrs. Qiu, I will play small cards with you one day." How many fairways do you have? I forgot again! "

"No.6, Lane 97, Jilin Road!" The pregnant woman answered with an accent. Li Xin was shocked!

"Slow down! Little boy, you want to die! " That "little boy" is a pure Nanjing accent, and he got into Xin Li's ear mercilessly from outside the car.

Li Xin wanted to turn and look out of the window, but she couldn't. She held the cold copper column and collapsed feebly on the lathe stool.

So the old man and middle-aged people began to talk. When he was still in the mainland more than ten years ago, he worked as an administrative Commissioner in Sichuan.

Sichuan, ten years ago, these common words have special meanings in Li Xin's mind today. Didn't he first meet Shanshan in Sichuan more than ten years ago? One evening, standing in front of the door, he saw a little girl walking on the road with the sunset on her back, wearing a soft blue dress and a dazzling Hui Jin behind her.

He listened to her Nanjing accent and joked with her, calling her Nanjing radish. She glared at him: "My name is Lai Yushan, and they all call me Shanshan!" Say that finish hurriedly put a handkerchief over your mouth to smile.

"Ha, wonderful theory!"

Rex looked up, and the little girl with a smile over her mouth was gone. It turned out that the old man let out a cry in front of her eyes. I only heard the old man and middle-aged people discussing the standards of girlfriends, and then talked about various doctrines of writing love novels. And on the other side of the Xin Li, as if sitting in the box watching the play, couldn't help laughing. He doesn't want to hear any more. Turn around and look at the street.

The car just passed a small fruit stall filled with colorful fruits, and Xin Li saw the oranges in Huang Chengcheng at a glance. Involuntarily, I began to recall the time when I went to the orange grove with Shanshan and my sister to steal oranges.

Oranges in Sichuan are very cheap. They can't afford it. There is no bitterness of thieves, only fresh excitement, only youthful glow. He still remembers that day Shanshan wore a black velvet coat and a pomegranate red wool scarf, and her little face shone like a small sun, which made her eyes shine and her heart warm.

Later, the tall woman looking at the orange grove came running. Li Xin jumped off the tree first, and then stood under the tree to meet Shanshan. She jumped up hurriedly and bumped into his arms. Shanshan blushed like a fire.

When they met on the ridge of a bamboo forest, my sister put a bag of oranges in her skirt, and her face was like steamed bread that had just come out of the cage, and she was angry. As soon as we met, my sister pouted and said, "Shanshan, I blame you." You stand guard and eat oranges in the tree! " "

Xin Li pointed to the orange in his sister's pocket and smiled: "What about you? You just picked oranges! " They laughed at the embarrassing scene just now. Shanshan almost fell into the paddy field.

"Oh, it's so funny, I can't laugh!"

Li Xin was taken aback. Who's laughing? I looked up at the two women at the rear of the car. One of them was a distiller's grains nose that was already in the car, and the other one probably came up when thinking. Only a big belly and a pair of swollen feet could be seen outside. Between the two women, there are two children kneeling in their seats and looking at the street.

Distiller's grains suddenly stopped laughing and cried, "Look, that's not Miss Cui! On that tricycle! "

"Fifty years old, but dressed like a devil. I heard that she found a husband who is twenty years younger than her, alas ... "The voices of those two women are like flies with green heads in summer, which can't be waved away and opened.

"What do you usually do for recreation?" Distiller's grains nose changed the subject.

"Play small cards! I listened to a good deck of cards that day. Listen to me ... "

"If you are short of one in the future, I will join in the fun!" The interest of distiller's grains nose came, and the voice became louder. "You just come, I'll play cards, but you want to see people, you can't come with bad cards; If you don't get a penny, I-"

"Me too. Our temperaments really hit it off! "

Li Xin was so bored that he couldn't wait to cover his ears with his hand. I couldn't help but take out my pocket notebook and recite Shanshan's address: "No.6, Lane 97, Jilin Road." His heart began to pound. What was his name when he met her?

Still call her Shanshan? It doesn't seem appropriate; Call her Mrs. Qiu? Too awkward, too such a name, as if there is no relationship between them, he is unwilling! He decided not to call her anything, but asked her, "Do you remember me?" She may stare at him stupefied at first, then smile and nod.

She may be wearing a loose bun and a soft blue ribbon at the back of her head now, just like the color of her skirt when he first met her. That soft color can only be reconciled with her.

"Sir, here comes Jilin Road!" The sound of the car's palm interrupted Xin Li's fantasy.

Straightening up, he saw the nose of distiller's grains facing the window and shouted, "Mrs. Qiu, I will play small cards with you one day." How many fairways do you have? I forgot again! "

"No.6, Lane 97, Jilin Road!" The pregnant woman answered with an accent. Li Xin was shocked!

"Slow down! Little boy, you want to die! " That "little boy" is a pure Nanjing accent, and he got into Xin Li's ear mercilessly from outside the car.

Li Xin wanted to turn and look out of the window, but she couldn't. She held the cold copper column and collapsed feebly on the lathe stool.

The author introduces:

Nie Hualing (192565438+1October1-), female, born in Yingshan, Hubei Province (now Guangshui City, Hubei Province), 1948 graduated from the Foreign Languages Department of Central University, and published her first article under a pseudonym in the same year.

From 65438 to 0964, he lived in the United States, applied for a job in Washington Writers' Studio, taught at the University of Iowa, and was engaged in writing and painting at the same time. Because of the establishment of the international writers' writing room, he is called "the architect of the world painting organization" and "the first person in the world literature organization".