Rich life experience has created a subtle chapter.

Read the teacher's "A Si" in one breath. The article is really like an editor's note: rich life experiences have created a subtle chapter. There are many characteristics of the article, among which the following two deeply attract me:

A vivid description

The author vividly depicts the protagonist's inexplicable shyness, Mrs. A Si with a very high voice, and the exaggerated curry flavor, which makes people want to stop and must be read in one breath.

Natural language style

The author wrote: A Si is an Indian. When he introduces himself to anyone, he always says that he is from Sri Lanka. At first I didn't understand why he did it. Later, I suddenly realized that Sakyamuni was a princeling in Sri Lanka before he debuted! South Asians' enthusiasm for rubbing Buddha is a matter of great face. Ah Si must be vanity, trying to get closer to Buddha in order to raise his pressure. It is understandable that many of us like to buy luxury A to decorate our faces. This spontaneous language style can easily arouse readers' interest and make them think.

After reading the article, I want to further solve the mystery-like A Si. This is probably the charm of the work!

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Yasi

One night last autumn, I just returned to Beijing from Shanghai. After dinner, I was about to pack my bags when someone knocked at the door gently. I opened the door and saw Ah Si standing at the door.

"I heard that you came back and gave you something."

Ah Si said and handed me a tube of incense.

"Indian incense, your wife will like it."

After thanking me, I accepted his gift. Then, we came to the elevator together, lit cigarettes respectively and chatted.

Indian A Si always has an inexplicable shyness on his face, as if he had done something sorry to others, and felt a little embarrassed. When he introduced himself to anyone, he said that he was from Sri Lanka. At first I didn't understand why he did it. Later, I suddenly realized that Sakyamuni was a princeling in Sri Lanka before he debuted! South Asians' enthusiasm for rubbing Buddha is a matter of great face. Ah Si must be vanity, trying to get closer to Buddha in order to raise his pressure. This is a motive and purpose that many of us like to buy luxury A to decorate our faces. Understandable.

I understand Ah Si's vanity. Of course, I won't give him enough paper. In my opinion, India and Sri Lanka are basically the same. Therefore, there is no need to be serious with him on this issue! What's more, if you have to take care of things that don't even care about Buddha, it's too girly!

Four is not actually called four. I don't know his real name. As a neighbor, I don't need to cross-examine people like a household registration. I only know that he is a foreigner, male and alive, which is enough. As for the name, it doesn't matter. Today, just to write this non-fiction, I temporarily gave him such a nice and memorable name as a symbol.

At first I wanted to be ready, so I just called him Sam. But on second thought, it's not good. We can't do anything with strong colonial color and racial discrimination!

Then call him Singh or Gandhi? On balance, I don't think we can spoil the names of these two high-level officials. As far as I know, India is a country with strict social hierarchy. In them, class and rank can be inherited. In terms of temperament, no matter how it is inherited, those two high-ranking surnames should not be passed on to him.

Think about it, I still think it's better to be casual. Why don't you call him Si? A four is at least one digit higher than a three, which shows my respect for him!

A Si is doing clothing business in China. According to him, Yiwu, Shenzhen, Shenyang and other places have his shops and factories. It doesn't look like bragging. Because, judging from his mental state, he should have this kind of strength, otherwise his Tang Yin will not keep shining all the time.

Ah Si also has a Mrs. Hua. Judging from her accent, she seems to be a sister of Sichuan and Hubei, with an upper-middle figure and an upper-middle appearance. However, her voice is very high, as if she is always quarreling with someone.

A Si once explained to me the volume of his wife. Ah Si said that in fact, her voice is not high and her personality is particularly gentle.

A Si's explanation made me very ignorant. It is puzzling that I can only attribute it to people of different ethnic and cultural backgrounds, who have completely different understandings of tenderness and volume. What I still don't understand is why the relationship between A Si and his wife is like a weekend couple-every Friday night, his wife will come to see him with a little boy of 5 or 6 years old, and on Sunday afternoon, the mother and son will leave A Si's room with big bags.

Why is this? I never understood.

I really haven't made up my mind to understand.

Because this seems to belong to the private life of "Sri Lankans", we should not pry too much. I am a well-educated person, and I won't always stare at the couple's affairs.

But one Sunday last summer, I saw something happen in A Si's family.

In the afternoon, under the guidance of property management personnel, a group of policemen knocked on the door of A Si's house and directly took the woman from Sichuan and Hubei away.

Since then, every weekend, I can't hear the penetrating gentle voice of Mrs. A Si, and the impression of "Sri Lankan" fades day by day.

Ah Si is getting more and more depressed.

However, if he is just depressed, it will not affect my normal life. Unexpectedly, depression not only changed his impression, but also changed his original living habits. Every night, when I am still immersed in the fun of reading, pulling labels and writing articles, a pungent curry smell will suddenly penetrate the nasal membrane and go straight to the back of my head-A Si is cooking dinner.

In fact, I could have had more pity and sympathy for A Si: it's not easy for his wife to be arrested and others to work alone in China. But as soon as I smelled the curry he burst out, my pity and sympathy for him disappeared.

To tell you the truth, I like curry very much, whether it's Indonesian curry, Thai curry or Japanese curry, it's delicious. But I can't stand the thick Indian curry-it doesn't have the coconut flavor of Indonesian curry or the fruit flavor of Japanese curry. The excessive taste of turmeric and the taste of herbs and spices that can't tell the specific taste are exaggerated and intertwined, which is unbearable. Whenever this smell is rippling, I have a piercing feeling, especially sympathy for his imprisoned sister in Sichuan and Hubei. I don't know how ambitious my sister has to be to put up with such an unbearable smell before going to prison!

In the subsequent contact, I more or less showed my fear and resistance to Indian curry. Perhaps to apologize, he sent this tube of Indian sandalwood?

His wife lit the incense he sent. Suddenly, there was a strong smell of sandalwood in the room. The wife exclaimed: what a terrible heavy taste!

This exclamation belongs to ignorance of Indian culture.

In Indian culture, factors that emphasize taste abound. Yoga, for example, is an imaginative and dazzling evolution of sexual intercourse posture in Indian Buddhism. It's a pity that those gold collars, white-collar workers and China girls in China who feel that they have high quality and taste are almost enjoying themselves and practicing their internal skills. It's really puzzling and terrible.

At my urging, my wife put out the heavy sandalwood that had just been lit. And it has never been ignited since (even the idea of rekindling has never occurred).

With the arrival of the epidemic and the closure of the community, Ah Si disappeared! The taste of Indian curry also disappeared with his disappearance.

I haven't seen Ah Si for nearly half a year. I don't know why, I seem to miss him very much, his shy smile, his deep and crisp voice, his creepy deep eyebrows and eyes, and his skin that never seems to be cleaned. I even began to remember the unbearable smell of Indian curry.

At noon yesterday, there was noisy footsteps in the corridor. I was busy opening the door to see what was going on.

A group of policemen knocked on the door of A Si's house, and A Si and Sister Chuan E appeared in my sight together!

I vaguely heard the police armor explaining what the requirements were to Sister Chuan 'e.

"You put your release certificate copy, immediately sent to the community correction center. Then, I will report to the center every month. "

"Okay, I'll be there on time. Please. "

"Try not to go out during the epidemic, especially not to go abroad."

"okay. I'm not going anywhere. "

I haven't seen her for a whole year, but her voice has become euphemistic, soft and gentle.

The police left, and the door of A Si's house was tightly closed. Soon, the smell of Indian curry rushed out of Axi's house and filled the whole corridor. However, it seems to have changed a little, and it is not so pungent.

Tomorrow is the weekend. Shouldn't that little boy be here, too? Has he grown taller?

I told my wife, "Hey, light an Indian sandalwood!"