Chapter 7 large house wine

I also want to make a fake old-fashioned stove under the gas stove. When I was young, I read Liu Dabai's poems and wrote about the moving scene of the village woman's face being reddened by the fire. I couldn't resist the temptation of the old stove. I raced all over Taipei to find a pig iron cast oven door... Things seem to have started in that hallway. The corridor is fairly wide, about six feet wide and eighteen feet long, and it seems that it has long been qualified to be transformed into a house in Taipei, where land is very expensive. However, I like an empty hallway. However, to be "empty" is also a luxury. The front porch has finally been reduced to a stack. The piles of things are all those big things that are reluctant to be thrown away after the performances in those years. For example, a piece of hemp rope thick as a thumb The big fishing net used to symbolize the struggling and depressed life in the opening scene of "Wuling Man".Two poufs made of twisted wood, and a few pieces of white iron that the director admired were used to create the effect of twisted convulsions when Bian and his wife gave birth in "He Shi Wall"... Those things are on the stage, in the sound The vicissitudes of life formed by optoelectronics are certainly moving, but piled up on the front porch of the fourth floor of an apartment is wretched and dirty, which makes people short of breath as soon as they enter the door.

Another cause of the incident was a disaster at home, which was what Mr. Yu Guangzhong called the "book disaster".Both of them love books, but what they learn is different, so they each buy their own.The original bookcases couldn’t be put down, making them full of pits and valleys, making it difficult to move. The hateful thing is that the next time I go to the street, I am excited and forget to buy them back in piles with my shoulders and hands. Of course, speaking of books also has an important benefit. At that time, we were newly married and rented an old-style tatami house with a short banyan tree in the front yard and coral vines in full bloom behind the house. I feel so small, if we are not driven by the stack of books that make people stumbling around, we would not jump over the wall and think of buying a house.Unexpectedly, after buying a house, I realized that I was worth a million dollars in a few years. Qiu Yonghan said that "the poor get rich because of books", which is really the case in my family, but it's just true To be correct, it should be "the poor get rich because they want to buy a house as a bookcase".

After a few years, we added some bookshelves one after another. A few years later, I moved my books to the school's research room in one fell swoop, and told everyone that I had arranged a "small mansion for books".Books have lived in peace for a while after this great emigration.But after a few more years, the "book mouth swelled" still. After much deliberation, I planned to completely make a nine-foot-high and twenty-foot-long wall into a book wall. At that time, the summer vacation was just over, and I planned to have a good time. I had never studied interior acting in my life, but I only vaguely felt that I would like it.The original plan was to tidy up the front porch and build a towering bookcase, but I didn't expect the plan to get bigger and bigger. "If one room is dead, why should the world do it"?Finally decided to do a major renovation of the whole house.

It was so hot that I sat quietly late at night, like an old monk in meditation, thinking about the whole house, and all of a sudden, the past life, present life and future life of the house came before me, so I figured it out without a teacher The first step is to go to the whole of Taipei City to find materials. Over the years, I have grown to admire "pure conception". If there is no material on the market, the conception of the design drawing will not be established. I went to look for tiles first, because the color of the ground is better to determine the tone of the room. Tiles are really beautiful things-although there are also disgusting ones.I chose brick-red kiln small square bricks to pave the front porch. The kiln bricks look like baked pancakes, and every stripe is like a pattern of fire. The kitchen is paved with khaki, and the bathroom is paved with dark blue Roman tiles. Bricks, in order to save money, I calculated the exact amount and only bought twenty-seven yuan.

In two weeks, I saw all the tiles in Taipei, and made some unfamiliar friends who sell tiles. I feel infinitely proud. The price list for the kitchen counter came out, and the stainless steel kitchen utensils alone cost 70,000 to 80,000. I went to the old material store on Jianguo South Road, which was my usual place. I didn’t buy anything, just wandered around to look at the old wood, cypress, fir, and cedar... lying quietly In the sun, among the vines.That afternoon I went to buy an eight-foot-long old Chinese fir for only 30 yuan. I wanted to take a taxi home, but the wood was too long to fit, so I carried it to Xinyi at sunset. Going to take a bus on the way, his posture is quite like a soldier with a gun.When I got home, I painted the wood with transparent varnish, and the texture and spots were fully displayed like a sculpture, which is really beautiful.I asked the workers to nail the wood to the wall, and nailed some thick iron nails on the wood, (the kind of nails are as thick as fingers, and have a 90-degree hook. I bought them on Chongqing North Road. It is said that they were used to nail rails. used) kettles, jugs, and pans are hung on it, which has a bit of American colonial flavor.

In fact, the bright white kettles and the pot-bellied jugs sold on ships in Kaohsiung are very beautiful things. It would be a pity to spend 70,000 to 80,000 yuan to buy stainless steel kitchen utensils to hide them.I even think that a frying pan is as eye-catching as a flower pot, so there is no need to hide it. I decided to make a fake old-fashioned torch under the gas stove, and I couldn't resist the temptation of the old stove.When I was a child, I read Liu Dabai's poem about the moving scene of the village woman's face being glowed red by the stove fire. I don't know if that poem was a joke, but I was so stupid that I went all over Taipei to find the stove door made of pig iron.Some people say that there is a certain iron factory, some say that there is in Yingge, some say that there is in Houzhan, and some say that there is in Wanhua... I don’t care whether the source of the information is reliable or not, but I actually asked each one seriously.I walked to Shuanglian, which is the place where I lived when I was a child. As I walked, the Taipei of 20 or 30 years surged like waves under my feet.I used to love to eat the sesame cake with a small hole in the middle of the little circle, (Hey! You might as well buy another one to eat now) I used to be amazed at the clam shells in the wild stage show in the crowded crowd How the spirit floats and sinks in the churning waves.It turned out to be a big quagmire next to the railway. I can’t remember whether those big green leaves were taro leaves or lotus leaves. ...

Thirty years, turning a little girl into a woman, Shuanglian is still a bustling Shuanglian.But at this moment, walking and walking, it was like magic, turning a woman back into a little girl again. It was really hot, I was walking all the way, and I kind of forgot that I was out to buy the stove door. I was suddenly startled, and hurried to go again, I must buy the stove door, otherwise the stove would not be able to be made. "What is the kitchen door?" A young man asked his old man loudly after hearing my words. I kept going, the guy was probably too young. "Follow me to the back warehouse to have a look." Finally, an old man promised me to search for second-hand goods in stock.

"Oh," he asked naggingly, "who in Taipei City uses a stove door? How did you come up with the idea of ​​using a stove door?" God, he really found it!He no longer remembered the price, and went to look through an old account book in the dust. Excitedly, I handed over the stove door to the masons to install it. They never believed that this thing hadn't disappeared. Of course there is no burning firewood in the stove door, but I also put some bottles and cans in my stomach to make the best use of them. I don’t know if there is a “fake stove” in the kitchen of the Wanqian apartment in Taipei City. I feel that after so many years of suffering in the kitchen, I use a fake stove made of brown-red tiles to comfort myself. A thing that makes sense.Since I have this stove, my husband always regards the kitchen as an ornamental attraction to attract friends to see. Some people think that I really have a stove, so I don't want to tell it.

The doctor who delivered the children retired, and he held the closing ceremony from the beginning to the end.Not long after, the Japanese-style house of the original hospital was demolished.One day, on a whim, I wanted to visit the old site of the house.It used to be summer, and in that house, the doctor told me the news of my first pregnancy. My husband and I walked out of that alley all the way, and when we came home, there were thousands of words in our hearts... The child was born, and the child was born in that small place. The baby scale got bigger and bigger, and finally it was so big that it was almost as tall as the parents...

And the hospital is in ruins at the moment, I think of the life, old age, sickness and death in Yuanyuan... Suddenly, I lowered my head, I found some woodcarvings that had been dismantled by the workers. I lay down on the ground and took a closer look, and couldn't help but be moved, so beautiful!A picture of squirrel grapes, I immediately took a bunch of them home.When it was dusk, I brought in my untrained and thin-skinned husband. The second action was to pull out some golden kudzu and carry some kind of benches that country people sit on. return. The old-fashioned continuous wood carvings were a little cracked, so we glued them together with super glue and hung them on the front porch. We also bought a brown corner tile from the grass in the old material row for another forty yuan and hung it on the wall. I went to school, my interest became more and more high, and I arrogantly pushed away some very beautiful decoration reference books that others gave me. The kind of books seemed to be designed for the two-acre house, and had nothing to do with us. , I am more and more confident in myself.

I saw another pottery urn in a neighboring alley, and wanted to "cheat" it. I went to the door of the family and bought a pot of plants worth 100 yuan from the old woman. She is an "amateur gardener" and often plants messy flowers and plants in broken barrels. Occasionally, someone buys them from her. Her asking price was not cheap, but I paid without hesitation, then pretended to be careless and pointed at the pottery urn and said: "Give that to me, will you?" "Oh, I used to make wine. I haven't made it for many years. If you want it, take it!" I was so happy that I was about to laugh out loud. It turned out that I was so deceitful. She thought I thought the pots were too small and wanted to transplant them into pottery jars.That old woman has always been very considerate, if I let her know that I am in love with that pottery urn, she must hit it hard. Although the pottery urn is only about a foot high, its capacity is astonishing. During the Chinese New Year, I stuffed all the Chinese cabbage and radishes I bought from the countrymen on the carts into it, and I faintly felt that there was a feeling of sinking into the cellar of a northern farmhouse. years. During the Chinese New Year, Yangmingshan oranges were stored in a small water tank, which was also picked up. When the illegal buildings were demolished in the alley, the original owner didn't want it.The tank usually puts newspapers that I want to read but have no time to read. We bought two wooden barrels in the barrel shop with bamboo hoops on them. The big one holds rice and the small one holds sugar. , in the kitchen. My mother-in-law has a black box, old and stupid, surrounded by iron horns, my mother-in-law said she would throw it away, but I like its clumsy appearance, so I asked for it and used it as a coffee table in the room.Inside the box is the small box of the family. I have always been superstitious that "every child grows up with a small box", a cicada shell, a butterfly book, a cocoon, a stone, so trivial Broken care of a small box.Then, when people grow up, so does the box, a pot, a needle, a desk, and a mirror that can accommodate two people, three people, and four people... One day I found out that the box has grown into a house, and boys and girls have grown into men and women , that box is home. I once bought five chimes in Changhua, and I lined them up from big to small, and now I put them on the bookshelf. Every time I get tired, I go to knock them one by one. clock" illusion. I have never found that playing with houses is so much fun. I don’t know if it looks like a “family wine” in the eyes of others?It turns out that it is possible to design interiors without doing wallpapers or carpets. The first time I went to Penghu alone, I stood in front of a small shop in amazement. "what is that?" "The spine of the whale, and the other one that looks like a long knife is the rib of the whale." "How come there are whale bones?" "There was a whale that washed up on the shore and died for unknown reasons. Later, the sea washed away for many years, leaving only bones. Someone found it, picked it up, and put it here for sale. If the whale just died, the bones were full of bones. It’s oil, you can touch it there!” "How much is a piece of spine?" "The big one is six hundred." I bought the biggest one, with such huge vertebrae radiating out in three directions, some creatures are still very dignified and noble even if only their bones are left. When I went to Penghu for the second time, I wandered around the market and saw an ox yoke with dense bamboo roots. I liked it very much. I always thought that only wood can be used to make yokes. bamboo yoke. "What are you buying this for?" Although I paid 180 yuan like everyone else, the boss didn't take it seriously.I want to tell him that there is a book called "The Bible", in which there is a passage in the Gospel of Matthew that says: "Take up my yoke and learn from me." I want to say again: "It is not only the ox that bears the yoke to plow the field, but each of us must also take up the yoke, bow our heads, and walk slowly for a long and hard way." But I didn't say anything, I just accepted some innocent laughter along the way, and carried the yoke and my husband back to Taipei. For decorations, I like the method of "no word has no origin" in poetry, that is to say, I like things with stories and origins. But now, the fish bones are on the coffee table in the living room, like a religious incense burner.The yoke hung on the high wall like a "totem of the sufferer". Hanging above the bed is a bamboo sieve, because of Kongdo, Taiwanese use it to augur hundreds of descendants when they get married.Of course we don’t want hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren, but only two sons and four grandchildren, so we found a "symbolic meaning" for the sieve. The sieve can also represent "spiritual continuity", but these are irrelevant. Basically, I come from the point of view of ordinary art Marvel at the beauty of the sieve.In the sieve were two pieces of air-dried red corn and miscellaneous fish corn bought passing through New Mexico. How could two pieces of Indian-grown corn end up in the sieve made by the Chinese?It can only be said to be fate!The coming and going of people and things, or the coming and going of things and things, apart from fate, how can you explain it? In addition to these, there is another thing that I have been dreaming about, but I can't get it. That is the stone mill, which is too heavy and has no fate, so I have to forget it. My husband bought two straw brooms via the central countryside, which was considered the only contribution to this earth-shattering whole-house incident (the work was indeed done from the ceiling to the floor).I nailed it to the wall separately, just as a painting.Broom plus girl is a "wife". Thinking of being a broom holder for half my life, a paragraph gradually floated in my heart. I asked someone to ask Mr. Tai Jingnong if he could write it, and Mr. Tai agreed. The paragraph is like this : "Du Kang made wine with sorghum, and made brooms for the rest. (Referring to the residue after making wine from sorghum) wine makes the world alone, and brooms make the ancient clear. I want to pour the East Sea to wash the world, and use the world as one to sprinkle and sweep." Sometimes I stare at the wall in a daze, and for some reason, sometimes I feel that Mr. Tai’s calligraphy is already hanging there. Even the "You Nest" and the "Suiren" Dou Fang that I have always wanted to hang on the door of the bedroom and the kitchen. In a daze, I wrote it and hung it there—although I haven’t visited the calligrapher for a long time. When school started in September, my enthusiasm for interior design gradually cooled down, but I always remember that I had a great time playing with houses during that summer vacation.