Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty-Three

There was a hole in the nine-pane paper window, which my father dug out with his hands lying on the bed. This country bumpkin was not reconciled, and from the day he lay on the bed, he was eager to return to the outside world.He tore through the paper window, and kept pressing his one eye close to the paper hole, watching everything in the yard darkly. Bu Shouru hated this very much. Bu Shouru felt that his father was actually a rogue, he was a rogue when things were done, and he was still a rogue when things went wrong. As soon as the sedan chair landed in the courtyard, Bu Shouru saw his father's one-eyed sticking on the window opening. The one-eyed eye was hot and shone with a faint blue light under the bright gas lamp. It was fixedly looking at her, ready to catch her at any time promise.

Bu Shouru pretended not to notice, got out of the sedan chair, and went back to his west wing room. The eyes on the window hole became anxious, "Ni'er, Nier." A voice called out. Bu Shouru ignored him, first washed his face with hot water, burned his feet, and asked Brother Ba to take the dog meat buns he brought back to the stove to steam. While eating steamed stuffed buns, Third Master Chou came over, and said nicely, "Miss Bu, your father is calling you!" Bu Shouru said, "I know, I'm not deaf." Third Master Qiu said again: "Then...then let's go, your father is crying..."

Bu Shouru sat still: "It's time for him to cry, and he will cry again in the future, maybe every day, third master, remember what I said." Third Master Qiu didn't know the big changes that were going to happen that day, so he tried his best to persuade him: "Miss Bu, don't be angry, at least he is your father, even if he treated you badly in the past... he is still your father Well." Bu Shouru's face was stern: "Can you let me calm down? You go and tell my father, I haven't figured it out yet, I'll go over and talk to him as soon as I think about it!"

After eating buns and drinking tea, Bu Shouru passed by. Before going out, he accidentally found tears on his face, washed his face again, and put some face powder on his face, obviously very normal. The father's one eye was red, and there were tears on his elongated face. When he saw her come in, he hurriedly sat up on the bed with his hands, and asked repeatedly: "Ni'er, have you seen it? Have you seen it?" Bu Shouru didn't answer, sat down on the small mahogany stool in front of the bed, and said casually: "Old Liu's dog meat buns are not as good as before, with less stuffing and lack of oil."

Uncle Bu responded, "Yes, yes!" Bu Shouru picked up his father's beloved Tiliang purple sand pot, played with it in Baibai's little hands, and said, "The old shopkeeper of the Duxiangting Tea House sends his greetings, and wants you to take care of yourself." Uncle Bu nodded: "Goodbye, old shopkeeper, bring me a treat." After saying this, Uncle Bu wanted to ask about himself again, but Bu Shouru brought up the Revolutionary Party. "Father, don't say that you are wronged. There is really a revolutionary party in our city! The official arrest notice has names, surnames, and portraits. I have seen them all. It is posted on the door of our Duxiang House. Judging from that portrait, he is quite handsome, a bit like my brother."

Uncle Bu said: "The revolutionary party's rebellion is all for death..." Bu Shouru held the Tiliang Zisha pot and drank water: "What are you doing? Didn't you get pushed by the government? If someone came to join me today, I would become a revolutionary!" Uncle Bu finally caught the topic: "Ni'er, dad didn't force you. Dad told you everything that should be said to you. I wonder if you've thought it through?" Bu Shouru remained silent, and turned to stare at the dancing gas lamp in a daze. Uncle Bu asked cautiously again: "We...have you seen the thirty-six sedan houses and sites in the west of our city?"

Bu Shouru said lightly, "I've seen it." "Ni'er, what do you think of this deal with Dad?" "interesting." Uncle Bu was angered by this contempt: "What's the point? Nier, you are so bold. For this point, Dad almost died three times!" Bu Shouru raised his eyebrows: "Why didn't you really die?" After a pause, he added: "When you die, I will cry." Uncle Bu's scarred face trembled: "Ni'er, you...you say that? You...you also want me to die?" Bu Shouru smiled: "I don't mean that, I mean, if you died at that time, you wouldn't be in the situation you are in today. Think about it, how miserable you are today, always lying on your back Looking at people through the window, you have to forcefully give your yellow-flowered daughter to Second Master Ma. Have you never thought that Second Master Ma is humiliating you?"

Uncle Bu hit the edge of the bed with his fist and shouted: "No one wants to humiliate me! Don't even think about it! I sent you there today just to humiliate their Ma family in the future! Nier, you have to remember that in this world People only recognize the winner! As long as the fight is won, today's events will be forgotten!" Bu Shouru shook his head and said, "Don't lie to yourself, no one will forget what happened today. Even if you win in the future, people will point to your spine and say, this man sold his own daughter!" Uncle Bu seemed a little ashamed and fell silent.

Bu Shouru said again: "Besides, I'm sure you can't win. I advise you to think again." Uncle Bu didn't want to think about it, and said, "Ni'er, you...you just have to agree to go to Ma's house, and daddy will definitely win. Dad said that daddy will take five small sedan chairs..." Bu Shouru interrupted Uncle Bu and said: "Don't mention the five-carriage sedan chair anymore, I'm tired of hearing it! If you are still my father, don't talk so hard now, just think again. Think about you for three years The wish you made to Ba Qingda before, you promise him to marry me."

Uncle Bu accepted the account: "That's right, I promised Xiaobazi, just because Xiaobazi treats you well, and you like him too..." Bu Shouru stepped in and said, "Now I still like him..." Uncle Bu waved his hands straight: "It's impossible now, the minibus can't give me the thirty-six sedan numbers. I've made up my mind, for the thirty-six sedan numbers, you have to go to Ma's!" Bu Shouru seemed to have predicted that his father would not look back, so he stood up and asked, "Won't you regret it in the future?" Uncle Bu nodded.

Bu Shouru asked again: "You really don't regret it?" Uncle Bu nodded again. "Okay," Bu Shouru said, "it's settled. I'm your daughter. I'll listen to you. Tell Ma Wuye to talk to Ma Erye. Let the Ma family set a date. I'll go. On the day I leave the court, I want the new and old eighty-two sedan chairs in the east and west cities to take out the sedan chairs together, and it will be prosperous and magnificent!" Uncle Bu was happy: "This is okay! Dad will do everything according to your wishes." Bu Shouru snorted: "You are really my good father!" After speaking, Bu Shouru turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he realized that he was still holding his father's Zisha teapot in his hand, so he smashed the clay teapot to pieces on the brick-paved ground with all his might, and went out the door like a whirlwind.