"The ghost is coming! The ghost is coming!" The voices of people watching the excitement bombarded him, only looking forward to one target. The children waited anxiously.He forgot to close his mouth, and let out a cloud of white air. God's soul froze. I saw a black ghost jumping out from the left, and a white ghost jumping out from the right, fluttering and waving amidst the sound of Fen Fen chanting sutras.Behind the black ghost and the white ghost is a lama wearing a beast mask. Their job is to "fight ghosts", also known as "jumping and stabbing". Safety.The playing of yellow musical instruments and the clamor of gongs and drums brought out the big lama holding a bowl and chanting mantras. He presided over the overall situation with a calm yellow face and a yellow brocade suit.

The common people, far and near, were all engrossed in watching the show, until the black and white ghosts danced enough, then they took off their ghost clothes, and used two gray-faced portraits as substitutes to cut them off with a knife. .There will be another day tomorrow, which is called "Turning to the Temple" day.This is the grand event of the Lama Temple Temple Fair from the 29th day of the first lunar month to the first day of February. It was Dandan's first time watching "Fighting Ghosts", and his two eyeballs flickered like thick ink, and he couldn't bear to blink.Seeing that the black and white ghosts went around to the other side of the temple, they immediately ran out of the crowd.

Uncle turned around with his back on his back, only to catch a glimpse of Dandan's long braided tail swishing. Dandan thought that he could intercept the ghost trail by taking a small path and going around in circles, but he didn't know that after stepping into the first gate and turning around the hall, all the chaotic noises seemed to be gradually blocked, and the muffled noise ceased. Ten-year-old Dandan was not afraid when she knew she was going the wrong way, but she was at a loss for a moment.When looking back to find the way, I looked up and saw the sitting Maitreya Buddha, as if smiling to welcome visitors from afar.There are also four heavenly kings beside it: one holds a whip, one holds an umbrella, one plays with snakes, and the other holds a pipa in his arms. They are very powerful.

Dandan remembered that the trip to Lama Temple was originally for her elder brother Huang.My heart tightened, and I thought about their juggling that day, performing "Shang Dao Shan".A thick wooden pole is erected on the ground, with long ropes drawn on both sides, and a table is tied to the top of the pole.Thinking of the ladder, the beam, the bright upward knife edge, Brother Huang who stepped on the knife edge with his bare feet, climbed to the top of the pole, climbed up the table, and took the top-he fell, and a bloody fireworks exploded on the ground... It turned out that there was no reason to come to this Wanfu Pavilion, which is three stories high, and the head of the Buddha stretched all the way up to the third floor.It is said that it is seven feet and five feet long, and two feet and four feet are buried in the ground, making a total of nine feet and nine feet.

Dandan made a lot of effort, but felt that she was so short that she couldn't see the whole thing when she looked up.She didn't understand if this Buddha had spirits, and wondered if she could tell Brother Huang to take a step or two as usual - she didn't want him to throw a meteor, jump up, turn somersault and catch it on the ground.She also doesn't want him to fight her... As long as he takes a normal step or two, from that door to this door. Uncle carried him to the temple to pray for God, he thought there was a ghost, as long as Yingxiang drives away the ghost, it will probably get better.So when the Lama was waving the colorful sticks and scattering white powder along the way, my uncle, like everyone else, reached out to pick it up, carefully put it in his pocket, and went back to drink it for the disabled patients.

Brother Huang is paralyzed.To put it bluntly, I couldn't move my whole body anymore.Just to "climb the knife mountain" and fall to the hard ground. "Please Buddha bless my brother Huang!" Dandan kowtowed three times, "I will worship you again if you recover. If you fail, don't say you are three stories tall. I'm not afraid. I can climb up. Here you go Discredit your face! We are going back to the countryside the day after tomorrow, so you have to drive away the ghosts around you quickly." "Oh--" A promise came from the temple surrounded by cigarettes.Dandan looked around suddenly, but there was nothing.It must be the Buddha's promise.She didn't think about it, but suddenly, fear hit her heart.

She was going back to the crowd and telling her uncle to go. A black shadow passed under her feet. Dandan was startled, what is it? Although Dandan is small, she is not a pampered little girl.From Tianjin to Beiping, I followed Uncle Huang's family, the wind came and went, the rain came and went, and I went to the rivers and lakes to beg for a living.During the festivals and festivals, I set up a stall and listened to my uncle's opening remarks: "When I first arrived in Guibaodi, I should go to the central government to visit the old and the young, high-ranking officials and nobles. I only cherish my life, so please forgive me. Now let me sell it in Guibaodi. Art, ask for a simple meal, those who have money will help the money market, and those who have no money will help people, our little girl will show her hand first..." She was dragged and brought up like this.

Dan Dan strengthened his courage and chased after the black shadow. After leaving the dark Buddhist hall, he set foot on the steps, and suddenly saw the black thing, which was just a cat. So I hit it off with the strange little girl in a "mi-oh-" way to attract. Seeing that the sky was still bright, Dandan forgot to watch "Hit Ghosts" and went after the cat.Perhaps she didn't know that it was a superb cat.The whole body is pitch black, without even a trace of stray hair. If it is mixed with other colors, the value will suddenly drop.Its eyes are copper brown, large and bright.When the scene is close to dusk, it can't help but emit the color of dusk, being favored by it, people are bathed in the sunset.

She approached it, stroked it lightly, and it leaned over.Such a good cat seems to be unloved. He was teasing the cat, and heard the sound of muffled breathing from behind. Dandan picked up the cat and saw who was inside? There was a big boy, in this early spring, wearing only a thin jacket, a cloth belt, and leggings, practicing in the yard by himself.Kicking, flying kicks, spinners, sweeping kicks, oolong twisting pillars... all of them are leg skills. There are two kinds of pros and cons. Practicing oolong twisting pillars, head melon on the ground and turn in circles, positive and negative, after a long time, I'm afraid it will be worn out.

The strange thing is that this boy, about eleven or twelve years old, practiced coldly and ruthlessly.A pair of big eyes are like eagles.All in one body like an eagle.In the end, I came to recruit the eagle to spread its wings, which took a long time. "Hello," Dandan called, "are you tired?" The boy suddenly heard someone greet him, and he followed the sound to see a little girl, wearing a fat padded jacket with earth red floral flowers, fat padded trousers, and wearing red cloth shoes with straps, which were very sturdy, and came silently to the ground.The strangest thing is that the braid is long, the tip of the braid reaches the butthole, spread out like a tail, and is tied with a bunch of red strings.Deep and shallow light and dark red children.

The boy didn't respond much—mostly because he was shy.Skill is hard, but short hair is soft.The boy is still exhausted, the eagle spreads its wings, its left foot is fully grasping the ground, its left leg is slowly bent into a half-squat, its right leg is placed above the left knee, and its sword fingers are stretched out, motionless. How can Dandan be convinced?screwed up.Immediately, with revenge in mind, let the cat go to the ground, not to be outdone, a move is enough. With a provocative face, he picked up two stones, raised them towards the boy's chin, and said: "Look at me!" The girl is on the stage. First kick upwards, push your right leg up to your ear, place a stone, then lower your waist slowly, and place another stone on your forehead.It took a long time for the whole person to bend his legs into a straight line and control his body into a horizontal line. The boy looked dumbfounded, like a fool. A man and a woman are consumed like this.Neither of them is willing to withdraw money first. Even the black cat turned its head to concentrate, at a loss. Unexpectedly, a monkey-masked man suddenly came. "It's getting dark, are you still burning?" At a glance, it's not right, there is an extra companion, she is still a girl, and she is quite handsome. Unable to see clearly, he simply took off the mask to reveal his original shape, a big boy with a clean shaven head, a pair of little monkey eyes rolling around.Seeing that the situation was not right and no one paid any attention to them, they shot out with a stone marble in one hand, and the legs of the two exhausted went numb, and they immediately withered. "What the hell? Huaiyu, who is she?" Tang Huaiyu shook his head. "What's your name?" "What about you, what's your name?" Dandan asked back. "I'm Song Zhigao, and his name is Tang Huaiyu." "How tall is Song? Cut the cake?" Song Zhigao pulled a pair of rag shoes, the heels of which were flattened, and he laughed foolishly. "Yes, I am not high-minded, but my ambition is to eat sliced ​​cakes. Cut cakes, um, not bad." I'm hungry now.All cake-cut cake sellers push a cake-cut cake cart, and the case is inlaid with copper plates, which are polished so that people can see it.In the center of the case is a large piece of cut cake, made of yellow rice noodles, with a layer of yellow peas underneath, and on top are jujubes, shredded green silk, sweet-scented osmanthus, and various small desserts.Then it is steamed in a large pot. After steaming, it is buckled on the case, cut off piece by piece with a knife, dipped in sugar, and eaten with a bamboo stick. It is sticky, soft and sweet... "Hey, there is no sliced ​​cake, but there is." He hurriedly showed the two bunches of candied haws. "A bunch of red fruits, a bunch of crabapple. You... what do you want?" Just as he was talking, suddenly thought that it was originally for Huaiyu, but when he saw the little girl, he forgot about his brother?The hands froze between the two of them. Zhigao can only hand over the red fruits to Dandan, and the begonias to Huaiyu, but he doesn't seem to care about it. Huaiyu asked, "How much?" Zhigao is arrogant: "I don't want money, I picked it up." "Pick it up? Steal it! Don't let someone catch you again, beat you up and eat shit. I don't want it." How do you wipe your face in front of a little girl?Zhigao laughed aloud: "Why did you even shake out the shit about shit. Scared? Do you want it, don't you pay me back." Huaiyu took a bite first, the sticky candy was fragrant and crispy, it was too big to eat in one bite, the meat was soft and sour.The rock sugar shattered, leaving horizontal and vertical oblique lines on the crabapple.Huaiyu brought the bunch of candied haws to Zhigao's mouth again: "Eat, eat, eat!" "Hey, eat." Zhigao remembered that he still didn't know who Dandan was, so he hurriedly asked, "What's your name?" "peony." "What peony?" "What 'what' peonies?" "Red peony, green peony? White peony, black peony?" "I won't tell you." Dandan fiddled with her long braid while eating candied haws, waiting for him to ask again. "Say it?" "I won't tell you." Dandan deliberately teased the little monkey.Although what she was eating in her mouth was someone else's food, but she ignored it, her eyes rolled on purpose, thinking: Ask again, and don't say anything. "Let's talk?" Huaiyu didn't open his mouth all the time, so it turned out that he had never spoken to her all this time.The next question, Dandan stopped coddling and replied immediately. "I don't know. I have no father or mother. But my uncle's surname is Huang, my brother's surname is Huang, and I have no surname. They call me Dandan." Huaiyu nodded: "My surname is Tang." "He said it earlier." He pointed to Zhigao with the end of his braid. "Hey, why is your braid so long?" Zhigao asked. "I won't tell you." "Let's shut up Huaiyu. Hey, it must be her skin. Her uncle pulled the braids and spanked her ass. The more they pulled, the longer they got. I'm sure I'll win." Dandan got angry, her face turned red, she stared fiercely at Zhigao, unable to speak, what spanking? Zhigao noticed a small mole between the eyelashes of Dandan's lower left eyelid. "Huh?" Zhigao looked carefully, "You still have a small black spot, I'll blow it off for you!" Before pinching her lips and blowing, Huaiyu was clear to the onlookers, and said loudly: "It's a mole." "A mole on your eyelid? It's really evil. Dandan, are your tears black?" "Humph!" "I also have a mole, which is in the armpit. No one has ever seen it, but it is bigger than you. You are only so small, and it will fall to the ground in the blink of an eye." Zhigao said, taking advantage of the situation to make a dangerous pick With a mole on it, he picked it up with his orchid hand and forced it back into Dandan's eye socket.Dandan smirked and avoided. "No, I'm a small person with a big ambition." "I'm Zhigao, you Zhida, I greet you!" After finishing speaking, he began to pull her braid. Zhigao has always been lively and talkative, so Huaiyu lets him play a solo show.When he saw that he was making a move again, he protected the little girl.Huaiyu didn't talk much, and when he opened his mouth, Zhigao often listened.One sentence from him is worth one hundred and seventy sentences. "Che Cake!" Huai Yu imitated Dan Dan and called him, "Che Cake, don't bully others." "Don't touch my hair!" Dandan treasured her long braid, immediately coiled it around her neck, and wrapped it around her neck twice.Be good, it's really long, Huaiyu is also very strange. Dandan walked around behind the tree and scolded Zhigao: "Stinky cut cake, you are so pickled and dirty, I won't kiss you." "You kiss Huaiyu, you kiss him!" Zhigao said with a playful smile. Huaiyu doesn't know how to tease, and when she plays with him, she becomes extremely anxious.The redness starts from the cheeks, spreads to the ears, and finally, it is uncontrollable, and the face turns red, and it will not go back for a long time. Huaiyu swung his fists and flew his legs, wanting to teach Zhigao a lesson.The two chased and fled, and they fought together.It not only covers up this one's mind, but also covers up that one's mind. Teenager's mind.When he was twelve, when he was twelve. Dandan clapped his hands happily, hugged the black cat, and teased it: "I only kiss you." As he said, he entangled the candied haws around its mouth. Huaiyu waited for his face to recover, then stopped his hands and feet and stopped Dandan: "This cat doesn't eat sweets." "Whose cat is this?" "Who else's?" Zhigao patted the dust on his body, "Mr. Wang's." "Husband Wang?" "Well, this Mr. Wang, when I saw him and his lifeblood, my liver trembled." Zhigao curled his lips, "He's always like a nurse, stroking the cat, mio ​​mi oh, hey, sissy !" "Give him back the cat." Huaiyu said. Zhigao glanced at him with the corner of his eyes: "What kind of cat is it? You don't practice calligraphy? Your father asked you to practice calligraphy, but you hide and practice kung fu! Now you don't practice kung fu, so give it back to Mrs. Wang." "Father left early," Huaiyu said proudly, "Tell me to go back before holding the lamp, and practice calligraphy after watching 'Fighting Ghosts'. Be diligent tonight." "Okay, okay, give it back to him. Maybe he can't find this black stinky shit, so cry a bit." "Hey, who is Mrs. Wang?" Dandan grabbed Zhigao and insisted on asking, "Who is it?" "I won't tell you." Zhigao pinched his throat to imitate Dandan. Huaiyu didn't quite understand, he just said: "Father said, he has a great background, he used to serve Lafayette exclusively." "Who is Lafayette?" Who is Lafayette, these three children will not know at the moment.After all, it was twenty or thirty years ago. Not to mention ordinary people, even the little eunuchs in the Forbidden City, who were slightly lower-ranking, were purged by Xiaodao Liu in the square brick alley in Di'anmen since the age of seven, and sent to the palace. I have seen Lafayette once. Mrs. Wang is from Hejian Prefecture, Hebei Province. Three generations have been poor fortune tellers. He was born with wisdom roots since childhood, but he couldn't find enough food. His parents gave up and sent him to the palace. "Cleansing" was the most painful torture in his life, and he never mentioned it to others.And he has never mentioned it to others about his foresight. He was most afraid that this kind of ability would be seen through, so he always pretended to be stupid, lest he would not be tolerated in the palace.Of course not too stupid. why? That time, he had inadvertently given a hexagram, and he could only tell that Sannian Qing was about to die. I don't know how it got out... Lafayette heard about it and wanted to thoroughly investigate the source of the "irregularity".The cruelty of her punishment is appalling. No one knows that Mr. Wang, the eunuch who specializes in serving Galeries Lafayette's meals, can tell fortunes. He just designs the dinner and devotes himself to researching how to make bird's nest: the word "wan" for bird's nest is gold and silver duck, the word for bird's nest "shou" is five-willow shredded chicken, and bird's nest "" White pigeon shreds with the word "no", mushroom fat chicken soup with the word "Jiang" in bird's nest... In summer, 350 watermelons were sent to Empress Dowager Cixi to cool off the heat.This person is unremarkable. Lafayette couldn't find anything, so he "killed" the thirty-six eunuchs who were shrewd and kind, and seemed to be clever.Use seven layers of white cotton paper, soak it in water, cover the victim's mouth, nose and ears, seal it up, and then beat him with a stick... Since then, Mr. Wang has become more stupid and more silent. ——It lasted until the Qing Dynasty finally died. Sure enough, after two years and ten months, the Qing room could no longer be kept, so he was right. The dynasty collapsed, and the eunuchs, big and small, lost their support.Some have never stepped out of the palace gate and do not know the outside world. When Mr. Wang left the Forbidden City, he donated some valuable jewelry given to him by the nobles, so he was able to stay in Lama Temple for the elderly.The big lama in the temple, because there are "substitutes" who have been designated as the emperor, whenever the emperor has a disaster, they will take the responsibility instead, so they have a high status. The big lama took him in, and the prince stayed there for twenty years. Huaiyu knocks first. "Who is it?" A slow, eccentric voice asked.Like an unwilling woman. "I, Huaiyu." Huaiyu signaled Dandan to bring the cat over, "Old Mr. Wang, your lifeblood has gone out." As soon as the door babbled open, a face appeared first.It is pink in the white, and there is not even a half of the mustard seed. It is full of wrinkles and folded, like a dried pig's belly that does not change its color.Fenfen's hands took the cat first, raised her little finger like a flower short of water. In his hands, the cat is as straight as a mass of thick black hair, sinking into white and dry bones, and will never be reborn.The cat "meow -" shut up as soon as it cried, and resigned itself to fate.It can't be said that he is abnormally docile, and he no longer dares to be wild.It was as if the escape just now was a dream. Zhigao pouted, Dandan took a look inside.Wow, the whole room is full of cats, big and small, with dark eyes in the dark room. Dandan couldn't help being surprised when he saw the cat's shadow and smell all over the room.I also heard Mrs. Wang lecturing like an old lady: "You are running around, no way, if my husband is unhappy, where can I find you? You are not allowed to go out in the future!" The black cat struggled and jumped out of his grasp. Mr. Wang was still thinking about it, he patted the bed with his hands, and said: "Come on." It resigned itself to its fate and had no choice but to jump on the bed.Mr. Wang clasped the cat tightly with one hand, and lifted the bed with the other. There were two ends inside, both white and expensive, to warm the bed for him. In the past, he warmed the bed for the eunuch, carried the urinal, washed socks... and lived like this all his life.Now the cat comes to accompany him, first to warm the bed, and then he lays down leisurely, telling his life, his unknown past.How safe, they will never leak. Mrs. Wang is lonely. "Huaiyu, why don't you come here often to listen to stories?—" Just as he was talking, he yelled, "Zhigao, you brat, what are you fooling around with?—" "Mr. Wang, there seems to be something wrong with this cat." "Don't move, it's sleepy." Dandan said: "It's crying." Mrs. Wang stepped over anxiously: "What's the matter? Huh?" It turned out that the sack-like kitten had thorns on the soles of its feet.Mr. Wang squinted his eyes and couldn't find the thorn. Huaiyu came over and pulled it out without saying a word. "Oh, you're so stupid. If you want to sharpen your claws, come here," Mr. Wang scolded distressedly, "Come here, remember. Really, let me tell you, a cat's claws must be sharpened. If you don't, your claws will be too sharp." When it grows, it bends and inserts into the sole of the foot, and it hurts, making it impossible to walk." He led the hemp cat to a wooden plank: "Do you recognize it? Don't go outside to grind it, lest you get stabbed by some wooden posts. You are not allowed to go out in the future!" Mamao can only perfunctory him, so that he can be lively, Mr. Wang is satisfied. Humans and beasts depend on each other from generation to generation.He is used to being imprisoned, and being imprisoned. "Not allowed to go out, it's like going to jail, Mr. Wang, why don't you buy a wicker cage and lock them all up? You're not used to cats." Zhigao couldn't see it. Mrs. Wang was immediately offended. He pretended not to hear, and only said to Huaiyu: "Huaiyu, don't wander around with others, be at ease, develop your skills, and stand out from the crowd. Come to me often, and teach you the truth." "I still want to help daddy put down the stall." Huaiyu asked: "It's been a long time since I saw you go up the overpass. It's Chinese New Year, can you go up tomorrow?" "I'm not very happy to meet people and see the light these days." Suddenly, when Zhigao had forgotten his unintentional mistake, Mrs. Wang smiled sinisterly: "Zhigao, how is your mother?" Zhigao was stunned suddenly, and the little ball he was playing with the cat in his hand slipped aside, and he took a quick look at Dandan.Dandan didn't pay attention and just teased the other cats. Zhi Gao said with a cold face, "I don't have a mother!" Mrs. Wang seemed to have avenged revenge, and he licked his lips, like a cat that caught you by surprise, and escaped to the side to watch you get angry because of some kindness. Huaiyu watched the old and the young with cold eyes, and he couldn't help but come out to change the topic. It was also for the sake of his brother. In front of such a strange little girl, he said loyally: "Mr. Wang, if you don't let the cats go for a walk, if you hold them all day long, they will suffocate to death." "One just died in the last two months, and I heard it was buried in the back mountain." Zhigao seized the opportunity to fight back, "How pitiful." "You kid, you have a broken tooth!" "Husband, husband, let me ask, will you go to the sky bridge tomorrow?" Huaiyu asked hurriedly. "No, it's nothing, it's a marriage, it's nothing. It's all come alive like this, it's all destined. Live there, die there. Alas, do the calculations, let the secrets go away Dou'er, it's boring to earn a lot of money. It won't be counted in the future." "People say you are right." "I counted other people's lives correctly, but I didn't count my own." Mrs. Wang sighed lightly, with a sharp and cold voice, like a resentful woman, "I have been wronged all my life. I have always been a slave. There is a solution, the present life is suffering, so I have to live in the past, and I can only cultivate the next life. Alas, I love cats and treat them like my lifeblood." Zhigao suddenly felt that he was a little too much for Mr. Wang: "You are always a good person." Dandan saw two big boys talking with a father-in-law who looked like an old lady, and they sighed in the middle of the conversation, which was not fun at all.The cat in her arms was asleep again, so she put him gently on the bed and was about to go.Ah, I don't know if the people who watched "Fighting Ghosts" have left, and I don't know how my uncle will look for her in a panic.Jump up: "I'm leaving." As he spoke, he knocked down a bamboo tube. This bamboo tube is smoky yellow, maybe it has been manipulated too much, and there are faint dents from fingers.This is also an old bamboo tube, which is about to become a ghost, so it can't stand stably. Bamboo sticks were scattered all over the floor, forming mottled patterns horizontally and vertically, weaving out of the usual way, and a bad, badly written character. Dandan was busy cleaning up, Zhigao and Huaiyu also came over, hurriedly put them back into the bamboo tube. "How many hexagrams are there?" Zhigao asked. "Eight eight six four." "The bamboo stick is so weird, it's sharp." ——The child doesn't understand, this is not bamboo, this is "yarrow".It is a kind of grass, two or three feet high, and the old man takes the lower half of the stem for divination.It was the earliest and was born in front of the tomb of Confucius.Confucius said... so it is very effective.Mrs. Wang relies on these sixty-four hexagrams to tell the joys and sorrows of the Tao, and the rise and fall of sorrow and joy.Until he himself got bored and didn't want to start from the beginning.It will not be counted in the future. "Do the math for us?" Huaiyu begged urgently, "Do the math and see if our future will be better? I don't believe it's like this..." "Honey, will you do the math for us? The last time?" Zhigao gestured to Dandan, "Come and ask my husband for a fortune-telling, come." The three of them tugged and swayed, Mr. Wang laughed.A coquettish person is the same as a coquettish cat.I don't follow, I don't follow, I don't follow.These unowned lives.They have come in this world, at least they come here, who knows what is destined? Who knows what kind of fate brings irrelevant people together.Today, the four of them met together, probably because of fate from a previous life. Mr. Wang asked them to grab one each. Dandan closed her eyes, held her breath and grabbed one first.Then Zhigao, then Huaiyu.Just as he was about to hand it over to Mrs. Wang, there was a cat in the back, looking for an opening, and rushed out... "Oops!" Dandan was distracted by the little lonely beast that broke out of the encirclement, and threw the yarrow in his hand to the ground.Because she dodged and knocked down Huaiyu, and when Huaiyu was about to help her, he threw the yarrow in his hand to the ground.Zhigao was implicated and threw the yarrow in his hand to the ground. For a moment, the fate of the three seemed to be in chaos. "It's it again." Dandan's eyes were sharp, and he recognized that it was a black cat running past the Great Buddha Hall in Wanfu Pavilion—it was a cat that tried every means. "Husband, I'll help you get it back." Dandan decided that it was a kiss with her, and forgot her own hexagrams. Mr. Wang said: "Let it be." "Didn't you not allow them to go out?" Zhigao asked hastily. "Let go let it go, keep what you want to stay." "It will come back." Dandan comforted the old man. Huaiyu looked at the dignified world outside the crack of the door: "Yes, let it break through. If it can't find food, it will always come back. If you can find food, you can't tie it." Huaiyu saves their hexagrams.He picked up three sticks of yarrow and handed them to Mr. Wang. "Come on, husband, tell us, how capable are we?" Huai Yu's clear eyes were full of eager anticipation, as if he was lucky, his day was bright, and he felt that he had the right to know as soon as possible.I haven't reached the place of opening my face yet, so I will be promoted after a little preparation.He also has a wish in his heart. Zhigao Dandan put his mouth together: "Say, tell me quickly." Mrs. Wang shook his head, and said: "Look, I'm confused, who belongs to whose hexagram? Let's identify it." The three couldn't recognize each other. "It doesn't matter, you all said it together, let's estimate whose life it is." The fortune telling old eunuch closed his eyes.Ah, dusk has come down, and fatigue has covered him again, and he is a little listless and sluggish.Just play with the hexagrams in your hand, very impatient. "Forget it. What's the hexagram for a young man?" Mrs. Wang said. "My husband is lying, my husband's words don't count!" All three children were angry. The old man couldn't make a fuss, so he pushed it two or three times, and finally compromised: "All right. I say, I say. But maybe it's not right—" "You tell me, we all listen to you." Huaiyu said. "—One is that life is better than death. The other is that death is worse than life." Mr. Wang had an ambiguous expression on his old face.You guys forced me, and I don't want to reveal it, "There is another one, which is to die first and then reborn." "What does that mean?" Dandan twirled the red headband at the end of her long braid, waiting for the father-in-law, who was a year older than her, to elaborate on the possibility of her fate. The husband didn't answer.He doesn't answer. "Oh? Husband doesn't understand at home!" Dandan pushed him playfully, "You don't understand either, do you?" "Life is better than death, death is worse than life, death is better than life..." Huaiyu frowned with his cold eyebrows. "Ha, who would rather die than live? Who would rather die than live? Well, it seems that the best thing is to die first and then live." Zhigao was counting, "Maybe it's me—no, no, it's probably Huaiyu, Huaiyu Jade is smarter than me." As he said that, he couldn't help feeling sorry for himself: "As for me, life is probably better than death. Oh, my life is miserable! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Then he wailed exaggeratedly and artificially, screaming strangely while beating the mahogany box beside him. "Don't knock around! You bastard!" Mrs. Wang stopped, not allowing Zhigao to mess with his wooden box, there might be some secrets in it, or valuable jewelry given to him by nobles, he and the cat. Lives depend on it all, to the last breath. "Dandan! Dandan!" There was a shout from outside. Dandan jumped up to the door in response, and did not forget to turn her head: "Uncle Huang is here! I'm leaving!" Zhigao hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?" "Go back to my hometown in Tianjin and take care of brother Huang." A short, strong man in his forties appeared in the yard. He had been trained for a long time, his legs were bowed inwards, his gait was calm and steady, and he was dressed in a quack air.On the back was a pale, yellowish, bloated ten-year-old boy, his hands were hanging limply, and his eyes were moving cleverly with infinite expectations.The mouth kept grinning, not sure if it was a smile or not. He is Dan Danna's elder brother Huang who can't take another step or two in this life. "Let's go!" Uncle called Dandan. This troubled and slovenly old man, the cotton jacket on his body has become hard after all the weather and rain.Just like everyone's fate, the journey is bumpy, and gradually the fate becomes hard.Because of the hard life, the body is harder. He loved and pitied the motherless peony in front of him. "Peony", the king of flowers, change a name that cannot be afforded? "Why did you sneak here and disturb others, go back. The 'fighting ghost' is over, everyone is gone." At the end, he said modestly to Mrs. Wang: "I'm sorry, the little girl's house is bouncing around, and she talks too much. Don't take offense. Dandan, say goodbye to your father-in-law and buddies." Dandan smiled and waved: "Mr. Wang, brother Huaiyu, brother Cake Cake, goodbye!" The uncle scolded in her ear: "Look, looking for you everywhere, I'm so tired!" Huaiyu smiled: "Goodbye." Zhigao waved his hands vigorously: "Goodbye, goodbye. Hey, hey, when will I see you again? I'll treat you to a cake. Really, when? Will you come again? Shaking your head doesn't count as nodding." "I do not know." Dandan went away, jumping in three steps, five steps in one jump, her braid dangling in the red glow of the evening sun.The boy's heart is also swaying in the same time and space. The setting sun in early spring is not warm, but only brings a noisy red light, like a pair of big hands, enveloping the entire Lama Temple in the east of Dingmen in Bei'an, and will never let it go.Patriarch Hall, Buqi Hall, Yongyou Hall, Ghost Hall, Falun Hall, Zhaofo Tower, Wanfu Pavilion...the statues sitting and standing, people coming and going, black and white cats, all cannot escape it palm. "Honey, will she come again?" Zhigao asked.Huaiyu didn't ask.He knew in his heart that Zhigao would definitely ask.But Huaiyu also wanted to know. Mrs. Wang didn't answer.After everyone bid farewell, in the courtyard room, the strange muffled hum of the fortune-teller playing the flute was heard slowly, like a prisoner who has not seen the light of day, and is not indignantly thoroughly investigating the reason for his humble and sad imprisonment.Blue sky and white day are unreasonable dreams. People are in love, people go to the empty building, this is life. The thronging solar term has passed, and there is a little bit of life and death in the spare time, echoing in a trance.Huaiyu and Zhigao had left the temple to go home. China is the first country in the world to build bridges: girder bridges, pontoon bridges, suspension bridges, and arch bridges.For thousands of years, the materials used to build arch bridges include wood, stone, brick, rattan, bamboo, iron, and even ice and salt. The bridge always spans between mountains and rivers, and it is graceful and graceful, like a long rainbow that never disperses.Forever. In Beiping, there is also a bridge between Zhengyangmen and Yongdingmen, with the Temple of Heaven to the east and Xiannongtan to the west.The former emperors had to pass through this bridge every year when they went to the Temple of Heaven to offer sacrifices.The north of the bridge is the mortal world, and the south of the bridge is the heaven.This bridge is a gateway between the world and the sky, and it is also passed by the "Son of Heaven", so it is called "Flyover Bridge". The overpass is like China. Before it fell, it was also a very tall stone bridge. People's sight is always blocked by it. When looking from south to north, Zhengyangmen cannot be seen; Can't see Yongdingmen.Although it is not exquisitely crafted, the material is white marble. It just experienced several times of ups and downs, and the city of lights withered like a flower... Later, its high bridge body was demolished and replaced by a brick and stone bridge. The stone railings were still preserved, but it was reduced to a swamp and a sewage ditch.Whenever it rains, all the stagnant water in the south city gathers here. In addition to the canals outside the two altars, the flowing water from the east and west Longxu ditches converges, and it swells and stinks. It becomes a paradise for mosquitoes, flies, bugs and mice.Everyone seems to no longer remember, how long ago?Tianqiao used to be a bustling place in the capital, and fireworks were set off in the lantern market. The poet said: "One hundred thousand golden horns are purple for a long time, but the first doubts are cleared, but the fire wheels." After the new year, the big and small shops are only closed, and there are not many pedestrians on the street. Two feet in rag shoes are walking towards the overpass.The toe of the left foot was sticking out, frozen like a little carrot head.Holding an iron can, Zhigao lowered his head all the way to pick up the long and short cigarette butts on the ground, those half-mummy corpses that were abandoned and no longer kissed again and again.Pick one up and throw it into the jar, silently.Only stomach growling. After passing Zhushikou, ah, the sound of the market gradually overwhelmed his hunger. What a different scene. As soon as the market opened, it was full of people's voices, market sounds, steam, and even cigarette butts filled the street.Zhigao was overjoyed. Although there are old tile-roofed houses, dilapidated wooden buildings, and bare-chested, barefoot, and ragged people outside the overpass, it is a day to spend here, but once you enter the overpass, it is lively. Large and small stalls and shelves, blue and white old clothes and sundries... Those who push the carts and those who carry the load are in their places.Those fried in the pot, steamed in the drawer, baked in the pan...all the food exudes a tempting fragrance. Zhigao was tired from walking, and saw that the cigarette butts in the small jars were almost picked up, so he sat down at a tea stand and drank a big bowl of tea.It was inconvenient in my pocket, so I had to say to the tea seller: "Third Aunt, I will give you tea money later." The third aunt saw that it was Zhigao: "If you don't have money, you can drink it openly, come on, drink some more." "No, it's full of tea." Zhigao squatted in the corner behind the tea stand, carefully peeled off the cigarette butts, dismantled the shredded tobacco bit by bit, and then took out a wad of cigarette papers, rolled them up one by one. When the yellow was left, the corpse was revived and refurbished.Zhigao arranged them on an iron box, jumped up, and went to do his business. "Kuaishou company! Kuaishou brand... Come on guys, Kuaishou brand cigarettes, buy ten cigarettes, get matches!" ——He didn't have matches at all, and in fact, he didn't have any customers who bought ten at a time.They are all sold one by one, in exchange for a few copper coins.After a while, he got a little dizzy. Okay, let’s start with a pair of fried dough sticks with sesame sauce, then order fried liver with marinated small intestines, and a bowl of tofu nao. I am very satisfied, and finally I come to a sticky food stall.Donkey rolls are sold.I saw a family of three in the division of labor, rolling the reconciled soybean noodles into pancakes, sprinkled with brown sugar, and then rolled them up, dipped the outside with dry yellow rice noodles, cut them into pieces with a knife, dipped them in sugar water, and picked them out with bamboo sticks. eat together. Just as I was about to spend a copper plate to buy a donkey to roll, I saw a cake-cutting cart next to me. I thought that I was the "cut cake" in Dandan's mouth, and immediately changed my mind, transferred the copper plate, and replaced it with two sticky sweet slices. Cake, and said to the man: "Uncle Xiang, from now on I won't call Zhigao, I'll change my name to 'Che Cake'. Hahaha!" "Come on, look at you like a pigeon!" Uncle Xiang scolded with a smile. Suddenly there was a loud sound of ding-dong, and someone yelled, "Where are you coming, the eldest girl is taking a bath..." It was a big timid man with golden teeth, big cheeks, and a bulging face like a "bulge".看来才唱了一阵，嗓门不大，丹田不足，空摆出一副讲演的架势，你无法想象他是这样唱的： “往里瞧啦往里瞧，'大姑娘洗澡'！喏，她左手拿着桃红的花毛巾，右手掇弄着澡盆边……咚咚咚呛，咚咚咚呛……” 大个子站在一个长方形的木箱子旁边，箱子两头各拴了绳子，他便一边响起小锣小鼓小镲，一边拉绳子，箱子里头的一片片的画片，便随着他的唱词拉上拉下。 “又一篇呐又一篇，'潘金莲思春'在里边，她恨大郎，想武松，想得泪颠连……咚呛，咚呛，咚咚咚呛……” 观众们就坐在一条长板凳上，通过箱子的小圆玻璃眼往里瞧。聚精会神的，脖子伸得长长的，急色的。拉洋片的大个子，不免在拉上拉下的当儿，故弄玄虚，待要拉不拉，叫那些各种岁数的贫寒男人，心痒难熬，在闷声怪叫：“往下拉！往下拉！” 各自挂上羞怯的暧昧的鬼鬼祟祟的笑，唱的和看的，都是但求两顿粗茶淡饭的穷汉，都是在共同守秘似的交换着眼色。 大个子心底也有不是味儿的愧怍，好似虎落平阳——谁知他是不是虎？也许只错在个头太大，累得他干什么都不对劲，尤其是这样地贩卖一个女人的淫荡，才换几个大子儿。但他支撑着他的兴致，努力地吆喝： “哎，又一出，又是一出……” 志高目睹这群满嘴馋液的男人，天真而又灼灼的眼神，他想起……呸！他没来由地生气了，他觉得这样的兽无处不在，仿佛是他的影子，总是提醒他，即使光天白日，人还是这样的。志高充满憎厌和仇恨地，往地上吐了一口唾沫，怪叫： “洗澡！洗澡！妈的，看你们老娘洗澡！” 然后转身朝桥西跑了。 天桥最热闹的，便是这边的杂耍场。他扒开人群，钻进一个又一个的场子找人去。 在天桥讨生活的行当很多，文的有落子馆、说书场。武的就数不尽了，什么摔跤、杠子、车技、双石、高跷、空竹、硬气功、打把式、神弹弓、翻筋斗……天桥是一个“擂台”，没能耐甭想在这混饭吃，这块方圆不过几里的地方，聚集着成百口子吃开口饭的人。虽云“平地抠饼”，到底也是不容易的。 故，每个撂地作艺的摊子，总有他们的绝活儿，也不时变着新花样。 志高钻进一个场子去，左推右撞地才钻出个空儿，只见怀玉正在耍大刀。 大伙都被这俊朗的男孩所吸引。他凝神敛气，开展了一身玩意，刀柄绑上红绸带，随着刀影翻飞。刀在怀玉手中，忽藏忽露，左撩右劈，不管是点、扫、推、扎……都赢得彩声叫好。 他一下转身左挂马步劈刀，一下左右剪腕叉步带刀，纵跳仆步，那刀裹脑缠头，又挟刀凌空旋风飞腿，一招一式，都在显示他早早流露的英姿。 刀耍毕，掌声起了，看客们把钱扔进场子里。怀玉的爹唐老大，马上又赶上场来。 唐老大是个粗汉，身穿一件汗衫，横腰系根大板带，青布裤，宽肩如扇面展开。在这刚透着一丝春意，却仍料峭的辰光，穿得多，露得少，他手里拎着一把大弓，扎了马步，在场中满满地拉开，青筋尽往他脖子和胳膊绕。看客自他咬牙卖力的表演中满足了，也满意了，扔进场子里的钱更多，有几张是花花的纸币，更多的是铜板，撒了一地。 江湖卖艺，要的是仗义钱，行规是不能伸手，所以等得差不多了，怀玉方用柳条盘子给捡起来。 演过一场，看客们也纷纷散去。 板凳旁坐了志高，笑嘻嘻地，把一块切糕递给怀玉。 “唐叔叔。”志高忙亲热招呼。 “唔。”唐老大淡淡应一下，只顾吩咐怀玉，“拿几枚点心钱，快上学堂去。别到处野啦，读书练字为要。去去去！” 唐老大说着，便自摊子后头的杂物架上取过布袋子，扔给怀玉，叮嘱： “回来我要看功课。” 怀玉与志高走了。 “你爹根本不识字，还说要看你功课呢。” “他会的，他会看字练得好不好，要看到蹊蹊儿跷的，就让我'吃栗子'。他专门看竖笔，一定得直直的，不直了，就骂：'你看你看，这罗圈腿儿！'可厉害着呢。” 唐老大不乐意怀玉继承他的作艺生涯。在他刚送走怀玉的时候，便有官们派来的人，逐个摊子派帖子，打秋风来了，什么“三节两寿”，还不是要钱？ 怀玉心里明白，吃艺饭不易，父子二人虽不至饥一顿饱一顿，不过贃得的，要与地主三七分账，要给军警爷们“香烟钱”。要是来了些个踢场子找麻烦的混混儿，在人场中怪叫：“打得可神啦！”你也得请他“包涵”。 爹也说过： “咱两代作艺，没什么好下场，怀玉非读书不可！穷了一辈子，指望骨血儿中出个识字的，将来有出息，不当睁眼瞎，不吃江湖饭，老子就心满意足了。” ——怀玉不是这样想。 他喜欢彩声。 他喜欢站在一个睥睨同群的位置，去赢得满堂彩声。 不是地摊子，不是天桥，飞，飞离这臭水沟。 所以他有个小小的秘密，除了志高之外，爹是不知道的。 “志高，我上学堂了。待会你来找我，一块到老地方去。” “唉！我到什么地方遛弯儿好？” 怀玉不管他，自行往学堂上路去。 志高百无聊赖，只得信步至鸟市。前清遗老遗少，每天早晨提笼架鸟，也来遛弯儿。 他们玩鸟，得先陪鸟玩，鸟才叫给你听。要是犯懒，足不出户不见世面，喂得再好，鸟也不肯好好地叫。志高走至鸟市，兴头来了。 这个人，总有令自己过瘾的方法。 说起来也是本事。什么画眉、百灵、红蓝靛颏、字字红、字字黑、黄雀等，叫起来千鸣百啭，各有千秋。志高听多了，也会了，模仿得叫玩鸟的人都乐开了，有时也赏他几枚点心钱。 志高于此又流连了一阵。 怀玉的教书先生今年五六十。他穿长袍马褂，戴圆头帽。学堂其实在绒线胡同的大庙里，这是间私塾，只有十个学生，全是男孩，从五岁到十五岁都有。 怀玉不算“学生”，因为他没交学费，只因唐老大与丁老师有点乡亲关系，求他，管怀玉来听书和干活。 怀玉来了，算对了时间，便径往大庙院内的树下敲钟，当当当，学生陆续也到了。一般自己走来，也有有钱的，穿黑色的无翻领的中山装，铜钮扣儿，皮鞋，坐洋包车来了。脚踩铜铃响着——怀玉看在眼内，不无艳羡之情，好，我也要这一身。 人齐了，怀玉才到学堂最后一条二人长桌前坐定。一见桌上，竟有小刀刻了中间线。他一瞥身畔那学长，是班上最大的，十五岁，家里有点权势，一直瞧不起卖艺人。 “唐怀玉，你别过线！” “哼！谁也别过线！” 老师今天仍然教《千字文》： “……交友投分，切磨箴规。仁慈隐恻，造次弗离。节义廉退，颠沛匪亏。性静情逸，心动神疲。守真志满，逐物意移……” 正琅琅读着这些困涩难懂似是而非的文字时，班上传来拌嘴口角。 一个竹制的精致上盖抽屉式笔盒应声倒地。一个布袋儿也被扔掉，墨盒、压尺和无橡皮头的木铅笔散跌。 “叫你别过线！老师，唐怀玉的大仿纸推过来，我推回去，他就动粗！” "teacher--" “唉，怀玉，你收拾一下，罚到外头给我站着。”丁老师无法维护这个不交学费的学生。同学们只见怀玉侧影，腮边牙关一紧，冷冷地，出去了。 等到课上完了，不见有人敲钟，老师出来一瞧，怀玉不知什么时候，一走了之了。老师只得吩咐放学。 院内有接放学的，也有娘给送加餐来了。孩子一壁吃点心，一壁眉飞色舞地叙述唐怀玉跟何铁山的事。家长也乘机教训他们要孝义。 何铁山还没走出绒线胡同口，横地来一记飞腿，他中了招，马上还击，仗着个头大，拳来脚往，好不热闹。 “打起来了！打起来了！” 何铁山又怎是对手？怀玉不消几下功夫，就把他打个脸蹭地，哪儿凸哪儿破，嘴唇和下巴颏上头也流血了。 志高赶来时，吓傻了，忙怪嚷： “什么事什么事？” 何铁山落荒而逃。 怀玉拍去泥尘，只道： "fine." "What's up?" "It's okay, let's go." 前因后果也不提，便示意志高走了。志高颠着屁股追问。不得要领。 丁老师，他知道也好，也许听不见。只在大庙后他的小房子里，寂寂地拉着胡琴。当年，他也是个好琴师，一段反二簧，竹腔似断非断，一弓子连拉五个音…… 为了生活，不得不把他赢过的彩声含敛，把他的学问零沽。今日也没所谓升官发财，来识字又是为了什么？时髦一点的都上教会洋学堂去了。终于他又拉了一段“楚宫恨”，悠悠回旋地唱：“怀抱着年幼儿好不伤情……” 怀玉领志高来到了“老地方”，这是肉市广和楼。自后台门进出，也没人拦阻，因为二人常来看蹭儿戏，小孩子家，由他们吧。志高很会做人，经常帮忙跑腿，递茶壶饮场，收拾切末。 怀玉呢？他还喊李盛天师父的——这是他的小秘密。 今天日场上“四五花洞”。志高最喜欢看这种“妖戏”了。 因为是日场，不必角色上场，一般都是热闹胡闹的戏。“四五花洞”演的是武大郎与潘金莲因家乡久旱成灾，同赴阳谷县投奔武松去，途经五花洞，洞内妖魔金眼鼠和铁眼鼠变化为假武大假金莲，与真武大真金莲纠缠不清，官司闹到矮子县官胡大炮那里，反而越搅越胡涂，其时正逢包拯过境，便下轿察看，也难辨真假，无法判断。后来江西龙虎山的张天师到来，便用“掌心雷”的法宝，两妖才现出原形，真相大白。 日戏时几个小花旦为要踏踏台毯，都得到机会出场，妖魔化身为金莲，一变变了三个，是谓“四五花洞”，一真三假的玩笑戏，好不风骚热闹——这几个未成角儿的小花旦，全是十几岁的男孩，也有刚倒呛过来，嗓子甜润嘹亮。 志高听着那人唱：“不由得潘金莲怒上眉梢，自幼配武大他的身量矮小……” 他用肘撞撞怀玉：“怀玉你瞧，金宝哥给咱们飞眼。” 然后两个孩儿就在上场门边打了个招呼。台上的戏依旧在唱，小花旦又装作若无其事。 二人一瞥前台稍空，便偷偷自后台走到前台去。 才一上，那空位有人占先，只好站到一旁观看便是。广和楼楼下靠墙有一排木板，高凳儿，二人一先一后，踮起脚尖儿，站了上去。 妖戏完了，志高忘形地鼓掌，忽地发觉怀玉不在身边。志高自散场的观众间逆向钻回后台去。 怀玉磨在他“师父”李盛天身后，看他勾脸，看得神魂迷醉似的。 夜场上“艳阳楼”，又称“拿高登”，李盛天贴高登，他是班上的武生，年纪有四十多五十，但武功底子数他稳厚，扮相极有派头。戏中所持兵器乃七星大刀。那刀怀玉自是扛不动，他想，总有扛得动的一天。 李盛天已然换上水衣，又用细棉布勒住前额，白粉打了底。只见他在眼眶、鼻下人中处抹黑灰，再把眉定位，高登画的是刀螂眉。 怀玉看傻了眼，每一回，一张模糊的脸，于彩匣子前，大镜子外，给了一勾一抹一揉，红黑黄蓝白金银……渐渐地它变了，像图画一般，脸上全是故事，色彩斑斓，眼花缭乱，定了型，最后在脑门上再勾一长条油红，师父便是千百年前的一个古人。他是奸臣高俅之子，他倚仗父势鱼肉乡民……后来，他死在艳阳楼上。 李盛天开始扮戏了，虽然他自镜中也瞧见了这身手机灵、心比天高而又沉默苦干的大男孩，不过他从来没把感觉外露，他调教他，基于看他是料子，但总要让他明白，世上并无一蹴登天的先例。 李盛天换衫裤，系腰带，穿上厚底靴，扎紧裤腿，搭上胖袄衬里，再搭上厚护领。二衣箱给他穿箭衣，系大带。盔头箱处勒上网子及千斤条，插耳毛，戴扎巾，戴髯口。 最后，再到大衣箱给穿上褶子，拿大折扇。 ——这一身，终于大功告成了。 “师父！”怀玉此时才敢恭敬地喊一声。 “唔。”李盛天应了，兀自养神入戏，不再搭理。 怀玉知机地便退过一旁。 退回后台，退至上场门外一个角落，一直地退，他还是个雏儿，上不得场——他的场子只在天桥地摊。 夜戏散了，怀玉跟志高嘞嘞絮叨他师父的那份戏报： “老大的一张戏报，大红纸，洒上碎金点儿，上面写着'李盛天'、'艳阳楼'这样的字儿。其他的名儿都比不上我师父，缩得小小地给搁在旁边。你看见没有？真红！嗳，你识字的呀，你认得那个'天'字的呀……” 志高觑不到空档儿接碴儿。 只见街巷上点路灯的已扛着小木梯子，挨个儿给路灯添煤油点火了。一个人管好几十个灯，有的悬挂在胡同铁线上，好高，要费劲攀上去。 虚荣的小怀玉，也许他惟一的心愿是：老大的一张戏报，大红纸，洒上碎金点儿，上面写着“唐怀玉”三个字。 沿街又有小贩在叫卖了。卖萝卜的，吆喝得清脆妩媚：“赛梨，萝卜赛梨，辣了换！”卖烤白薯的，又沉郁惨淡：“锅底来！——栗子——味！” 勾起志高的馋意。 他伸手掏掏，袋中早已空了。怀玉的几枚点心钱，又给买了豆汁、爆肚。怀玉见志高一脸的无奈，便道： “又想吃的呀？” “对，我死都要当一个饱死鬼！要是我有钱，就天天吃烤白薯，把他一摊子的白薯全给吃光了。” “你怎么只惦着吃这种哈儿吗儿的东西？一点小志都没有，还志高呢！” “哦，我当然想吃鸡，想吃鸭子，还有炒虾仁，哪来的钱？” “你闭上眼睛。” “干么？”怀玉把东西往他袋中一塞，马上飞跑远去。 一看，原来是十来颗酥皮铁蚕豆，想是在广和楼后台，人家随便抓一把给他吃的。怀玉没吃，一直带着，到了要紧关头，才塞给志高解馋来了。怀玉这小子，不愧是把子。志高走在夜路上，把铁蚕豆咬开了壳儿，豆儿入口，又香又酥又脆，吃着喜庆，心里痛快。慢慢地嚼，慢慢地吞咽，壳儿也舍不得吐掉。他心里又想：咦，要是有钱，就天天吃酥皮铁蚕豆、香酥果仁、怪味瓜子、炒松子……天天地吃。 The moon is up. 初春的新月特别显得冻黄，市声渐冉，人语朦胧。来至前门外，大栅栏以南，珠市口以北，虎坊桥以东——这是志高最不愿意回来的地方。非等到不得已，他也不回来了。不得已，只因为钱。 胭脂胡同，这是一条短短