The reason why the three of them left such a deep impression on me is only because they are different-—— of course, people didn't use this kind of word more than 20 years ago. In the conservative and secular streets where I live, people call them women with a warm mood (note that "sao" here mainly refers to coquettishness, or amorous feelings, and men have an inexplicable joy when pronouncing this sound, while women mostly grit their teeth). What kind of "sassy" woman is it? It goes without saying that they are outstanding.
According to the appearance characteristics of the three people, they are temporarily divided into classical, Western, and Shanghainese.
What needs to be explained is that Shanghai faction, she is from Shanghai, I heard that she is from a certain alley in Shanghai, and she has a kind of laziness unique to the beauty of a metropolis. This laziness is a nuisance in a mediocre woman, but in her it constitutes a wonderful charm. The Shanghai faction married a Dutch overseas Chinese, whose husband worked in a nearby cement factory, so she could only get out of the sludge without staining, and faced the secular life of the small town and small streets every day. The woman went to the street to buy groceries in a blue and white rattan satchel, which often contained no vegetables, only fruits. Neighbors who often have good things come up to study her bag and say, "Didn't you buy any food?" What to eat today? Shanghai pie said: It doesn't matter, the vegetables are not fresh, don't eat today, eat fruits!
When talking about women, of course, you have to talk about how they dress. The beauties of the seventies were not born at the right time, but the three women I recall here are not willing to let their beauty be lost, they are carefully dressed up, and they are three flowing landscapes in the gray and dreary streets. When others wore overalls and military uniforms, they wore turtlenecks and white bell-bottoms; When high necks and flared trousers became popular among all young people, they wore cheongsam and skirts made of tweed; When the other women all wore short hair to their ears, their hair was permed into the shape of various waves; When others became enthusiastic about perming their hair, and the women's barbershop was full of customers, their hair turned into a natural and fresh "clear soup somen noodles". In this way, these three women almost cruelly deprived the other little jasper of their imagination in clothing and hairstyles.
They are very arrogant, they are very united, they occasionally meet in the streets, patting and whispering, but they are not like beautiful peacocks, they never compete in front of everyone. This is also because the life experiences of the three people are different: the Shanghainese and the Westerners are married, while the Classicists are much younger than the two and are in the boudoir at the time.
The story of the Westerners now feels like a French film, romantic, sentimental and without depth. As the name suggests, you can imagine her appearance, she was born and raised on our street, and for some reason she looks like an Italian beauty. She has the most coarse personality of the three women, and some swear words often come out of her mouth, which makes the teenagers who worship her feel excited and a little nervous. Her legend lies in her love story, in the face of a thin, pale man behind her. On a summer afternoon, when the Westernist wore a nightdress and looked at the street scene in front of her house boringly, those eyes flooded with emotions gave the passing opposite sex an illusion of happiness.
But there is a man who will appear in the dark shadow behind her, a woman with a scratching head watching the street, and a taciturn man watching over his wife, which is a love picture that I will never forget. People on our street know that when the Westerners were still girls, they had big problems with their life style, which is what is now called a problem girl. She was often called to the police station, and the one who interrogated her at that time was a young household registration policeman, but she did not expect the young household registration police to fall in love, and since then she has been following his interrogation object. As you might have guessed, this young household registration policeman is the husband of the Westerners, and he is the man. Of course, if you come from that era, you know that a person who covets beauty will be constrained by others. As far as we know, the husband of the Western-style faction was looked down upon for this love and finally left the enviable public security force, and this man was so pale that it was justified.
At the end of the day, we have to talk about the classics, and her story is the last thing I want to mention. When I was in school, I walked past the door of the classical school every day and saw her often. It is not too much to say that this girl is a shy flower, she is shy, and seems to have been overwhelmed by her beauty, so she hangs her head when she walks, and to say that she is classical actually refers to that kind of restrained style. What's more, she is still very filial at home. Her father, who used to run a butcher's shop, said that his daughter always prepared dinner and put it on the table before going out to meet friends. Who are the friends? The son of a retired general. People privately say that the classicists and the general's son are engaged in "corruption" (this is the habit of people at the time to evaluate the relationship between men and women, and it does not carry deep malice). "Corruption" has consequences, and the consequences are what some women bite each other's ears and say, "The butcher's daughter is happy!"
Such legends make young men more and more fanatical and frustrated in their pursuit of the classics. But who would have thought that this scared girl would force her boyfriend to marry in a bamboo forest in the suburbs and slap him three times! Later, some people said that the three slaps killed the life of the daughter's Qingqing, which was a clever statement. The general's son, a young man of five big and three thick, should be able to withstand a girl's slap, but he insists that girls can break up if they are pregnant, and it is this view that makes the classicists mad with anger, and when she wants to slap him, he chokes her by the neck - this is the unfortunate love of the classicists, who is strangled to death by her boyfriend on a winter night in a bamboo forest in the suburbs, not far from the bamboo forest is her boyfriend's factory. Well-informed people privately say that they had sex that night (even though it was a forensic examination, which still seemed shameless).
The fate of man, including the fate of beauty, is so far apart, and I wrote this article one afternoon many years later, commemorating some scattered memories that I could not even distinguish myself. I never saw those three women again, but I still remember one afternoon more than twenty years ago, when I went to the grocery store on the street to buy something, and saw the classicist leaning against the counter and chatting with the saleswoman. It was probably the last autumn of her life, and she showed the saleswoman a few color photographs sent to her by Shanghai, who had just moved to Hong Kong. I peeked at it and saw the photograph of the Shanghainese pie leaning against a tree, still smiling lazily, surrounded by a garden, because the photograph was a rare color film at the time, and it was particularly bright and eye-catching. I still remember the exclamation of the classical school at the counter, she said: Hong Kong, how wonderful! Look at her, how beautiful she looks!