Chapter 11 ten

To solve it individually, Xiangzi is not that smart.He doesn't have the guts to deal with everything.So, there was nothing I could do, and I was full of grievances all day long.Just like all living beings, after suffering damage, they have no choice but to clean up the mess by themselves.The cricket that lost its thigh still wanted to use those little legs to crawl.Xiangzi didn't have a definite idea, he just wanted to go through slowly day by day, piece by piece, no matter where he climbed, he didn't want to jump up at all. There were still more than ten days before twenty-seven, and he fully noticed that on this day, what he thought in his heart, what he said in his mouth, and what he dreamed in his dreams were all twenty-seven.It seemed that as soon as he passed twenty-seven, he had a solution to everything, although he knew it was deceiving himself.Sometimes he also thinks about distant places, such as going to Tianjin with the tens of dollars in his hand; when he gets there, he may change his career and stop pulling a cart.Can Huniu chase him to Tianjin?In his heart, any place he goes by train must be very far away, and no matter what, she can't chase him there.He had a good idea, but he knew in his conscience that this was only a last resort, no matter how much he could be in Peiping, he was still in Peiping!In this way, he thought about the day of the twenty-seventh again, and it was easier and easier to think about it this way. As long as he passed this level, he might be able to get through the whole situation without changing the situation; One pass is one pass.

How to get past this level?He has two ideas: one is to ignore her matter and simply not to pay her birthday greetings.The other was to do as she was told.Although these two ideas are different, the result is the same: if he doesn't go, she will not let him go; if he goes, she will not let him go.He still remembered that when he first pulled the cart, he imitated others, and he would go into alleys whenever he saw them. In order to get closer, he strayed into Luoquan Alley;Now he has entered such a small alley again, as if: no matter which side he goes, the result is the same. In desperation, he tried to think for the better, so he just wanted her, why not?However, no matter which way he thought about it, he felt suffocated.Thinking about her appearance, he could only shake his head.Regardless of appearance, think about her behavior; hum!

Just relying on being so strong and so disciplined, and marrying such a bastard, he can't see anyone again, and he can't even face his parents after death!Who would know if the child in her womb was his?Yes, she will bring a few cars; can you be sure?Fourth Master Liu is not someone to be trifled with!Even if everything goes well, he can't stand it. Can he beat Huniu?She only needs to stretch out her little finger, and she can make him dizzy, unable to recognize east, west, north, south.He knows how powerful she is!If you want to start a family, you can't have her at all, there is nothing else to say!If you want her, you will lose him, and he is not someone who looks down on him!no way!

Unable to deal with her, he turned to hate himself, and really wanted to slap himself a few times.But, to be honest, there was nothing wrong with me.Everything was arranged by her, just waiting for him to set it up.The problem seems to be that he is too honest, and if he is honest, he will suffer, there is no reason to speak of it! What makes him even more sad is that there is no place to complain about his grievances.He has no parents, brothers, or friends.On weekdays, he feels that he is a hero with his head on the sky, his feet on the ground, and no worries.Only now did he understand and repent, that a person cannot live alone.Especially for those peers, now all seem a little cute.If he handed over a few on a daily basis, he thought, for a big man like himself, he would not be afraid of having more tiger girls; they would give him advice and work hard for him.However, he is always alone; it is not easy to catch friends temporarily!He felt a little fear he had never felt before.If it goes on like this, no one will bully him; one cannot stand up to the sky alone!

This little fear made him doubt himself.In winter, when the owner has a meal or listens to a play, he usually carries the water bottle of the calcium carbide lamp in his arms; because it will freeze when placed in the car.He was sweating all over after running, and he pressed the cold water bottle to his chest, which made him shiver immediately; it may take a long time for the water bottle to become a little hot and strong.But on weekdays, he doesn't think there's anything unreasonable about it; sometimes he thinks it's an advantage when he wears it, and those who pull broken cars don't need calcium carbide lamps at all.Now, he seems to see that he only earns so much money in a month, and he has to endure all the hardships. He is not even allowed to freeze a small water bottle, but has to hold it in front of his chest. None of the tubes are worth much.Originally, he thought that pulling a cart was his ideal job, and he could start a family and start a business by pulling a cart.Now he shook his head secretly.Don't blame Huniu for bullying him, he turned out to be just a person who is not even as good as a small water canister!

On the third day when Huniu was looking for him, Mr. Cao went to watch a night movie with his friends, while Xiangzi was waiting in a small teahouse with the small tube that looked like a piece of ice on his chest.It was extremely cold, and the doors and windows in the small teahouse were tightly closed, full of gas, sweat, and the dry smoke of cheap cigarettes.Rao so, there is still a layer of ice on the window.Almost all the tea drinkers were pulling moon carts, and some leaned their heads against the wall, taking advantage of the warmth in the room, and closed their eyes to take a nap.Some held a bowl of white dry wine, let everyone in, and then drank it slowly.Some were holding the rolled pancake and biting off half of it, making their necks thick and red.Some sullenly complained to everyone, why he has not stopped from the early morning until now, his body has been wet and dry, dry and wet, I don't know how many times!Most of the rest of the people were chatting with each other. When they heard these two sentences, they immediately fell silent for a while, and then they all remembered the grievances of the day like birds blowing up their nests, and wanted to tell everyone.Even the man who was eating the pancake made room for his tongue, swallowing the pancake and talking at the same time, even the muscles in his head twitched: "You don't have mushrooms when you're a fucking mooncake ?! I hit the fuck—hiccup!—It’s been two o’clock and I still haven’t cracked my teeth! It’s said that Qianmen to Pingzemen—hiccup!—I’ve been fucking back and forth three times! This day , The ass hole is fucking cracked, and I keep deflated!" I looked at everyone in a circle, nodded, and took another bite of the pie.

This, turn everyone's words to the weather, and talk about their hard work with the weather as the center.Xiangzi never said a word, but he paid attention to what they said.Everyone's words, although the tone, tone, and facts are different, but they are all curses and injustices.When these words met the grievance in his heart, it was like some raindrops falling on the dry soil, and he swallowed them all.He can't, and won't, tell everyone what he said from the beginning to the end; he can only absorb some bitterness of life from other people's words, everyone is distressed, and he is no exception; knowing himself, he also wants to sympathize with everyone.He frowned when everyone talked about the sad place; he curled his lips when he talked about the ridiculous place.In this way, he felt that he was on the same level with them, that everyone was a bitter friend, although he didn't say a word, it didn't matter much.In the past, he thought everyone was bad-tongued, and because they were poor all the time, they couldn't make a fortune.Today seemed to be the first time I felt that they were not talking poorly, but speaking for him, telling the difficulties of him and all the coachmen.

When everyone was talking about the excitement, the door suddenly opened, and a burst of air-conditioning came in.Almost everyone looked out angrily, to see who was so unpopular, and pushed the door open.The more anxious everyone is, the slower the people outside the door, it seems to be a deliberate annoyance①.The waiter in the teahouse shouted with a half-hearted half-smile: "Hurry up, my uncle who is alone! Don't turn off all the heat!" Before he finished speaking, the person outside the door came in, also a cart puller.It looked like he was over fifty years old, and he was wearing a padded jacket that was not short enough, nor long enough, like a lotus basket, with the cotton on the collar and elbows already showing.The face seemed to have not been washed for many days, and the flesh color was not visible. Only two ears were red from the cold, as red as fruit about to fall.His pale hair was in a messy moustache under a broken cap; beads of ice hung from his eyebrows and short beard.As soon as he came in, he grabbed a bench and sat down, struggling to say: "Make a pot."

This teahouse has always been a gathering place for the moon-chartered coachman, and an old coachman like this would never come in on weekdays. Everyone looked at him, as if they felt something deeper than what he just said, and no one wanted to speak again.On weekdays, there would always be one or two ignorant teenagers who would find a few witty words to make fun of such tea drinkers, but none of them said anything today. Before the tea was brewed, the old coachman lowered his head slowly, lowered his head, and his whole body slipped down. Everyone immediately stood up: "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Saying this, they all wanted to run forward.

"Don't move!" The experienced shopkeeper of the teahouse stopped everyone.He went alone, untied the old coachman's neck, helped him up on the spot, put the chair behind his back, and put his hands on his shoulders: "Sugar water, hurry up!" After finishing speaking, he slid by the old coachman's neck Listen, talking to yourself: "It's not phlegm!" Everyone didn't move, but no one sat down anymore, they all blinked and looked towards the door in the smoke that filled the room.Everyone seems to be saying in the same heart: "This is our role model! When the hair is pale, no one will fall to his death!"

As soon as the sugar water was put on the old coachman's mouth, he hummed twice.With eyes still closed, he raised his right hand—glowing black, as if it had been painted—and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Drink some water!" the shopkeeper said into his ear. "Huh?" The old coachman opened his eyes.I saw myself sitting on the ground with my legs curled up, trying to stand up. "Drink some water first, don't be busy." The shopkeeper said, and let go of his hand. Almost everyone ran over. "Hey! Hey!" The old coachman glanced around, holding the tea bowl with both hands, sucking sugar water in mouthfuls. After drinking the sugar water slowly, he glanced at everyone again: "Hey, thank you all!" He said it very gently and kindly, not like it came from that bearded man.After finishing speaking, he wanted to stand up again, but three or four people rushed to help him.There was a little smile on his face, and he said so gently: "Okay, okay, no problem! I was cold and hungry, and dizzy for a while!It doesn't matter! "Although his face is so thick with mud, but that smile makes everyone seem to see a gentle and fair face. Everyone seemed totally moved.The middle-aged man holding the bowl of wine had already drank the wine, his eyes were red, and there were some tears at the moment: "Come, two taels!" When the wine arrived, the old coachman was already sitting on a chair against the wall. superior.He was a little drunk, but he put the wine in front of the old coachman in a polite manner: "My friend, you drink it! I am also in my forties. To tell you the truth, a monthly contract is just a matter of fact, and a year is a year." You know it! In two or three years, I will be like you! Are you almost sixty?" "You're still young, fifty-five!" The old coachman took a sip of his wine. "It's cold, I can't get a seat. I, ah, my stomach is empty; I drank wine for a few pennies, it's so warm! I can't hold on walking here, I want to come in to get warm It's too hot in the room, and I didn't eat, so I passed out. It's okay, it's okay! Please help me, my friends!" At this time, the old man's gray hair like hay, the mud on his face, his hands like sticks of charcoal, his ragged cap and cotton jacket all seemed to emit a little pure light, like a statue of a god in a ruined temple, although it was broken , still dignified.Everyone looked at him as if afraid that he would go away.Xiangzi remained speechless, and stood there blankly.Hearing that the old coachman said that his stomach was empty, he ran out suddenly, and came back as fast as he could, holding ten steamed buns stuffed with mutton on a cabbage leaf in his hand.Send it all the way to the eyes of the old man, and say: eat!Then, sit where you are, with your head bowed, as if very tired. "Hey!" The old man seemed to be happy or crying, nodding to everyone. "It's the buddies! Pull the seat, how much effort do you give him, it's hard to ask for an extra penny after the end!" He said, stood up, and wanted to go out. "Eat!" Everyone shouted almost in unison. "I told Xiaoma to go, my little grandson, he is watching the car outside!" "I'll go, sit down!" said the middle-aged coachman, "You can't lose your car here, don't worry, it's the patrol cabinet." He opened the door a little: "Little horse! Little Horse! Your grandfather called you! Leave the cart here!" The old man touched the bun several times with his hands, but he never picked it up.As soon as Xiao Ma'er entered the door, he picked up one: "Little Ma'er, darling, here you are!" The little horse is about twelve or thirteen years old, with a thin face and round clothes, his nose is red from the cold, with two white snot hanging from it, and a pair of broken ear caps on his ears. Standing beside the old man, he took the buns with his right hand, picked up another one with his left hand, and took a bite of one. "Hey! Slowly!" The old man supported his grandson's head with one hand, picked up a bun with the other, and slowly put it in his mouth. "Grandpa is enough to eat two, and it's all yours! After eating, let's collect the car and go home. If it's not so cold tomorrow, let's get out of the car earlier. Isn't it right, little horse?" Little Ma'er nodded at the steamed stuffed bun, sniffed and said, "Grandpa, eat three, the rest is mine. I'll take Grandpa back home!" "No need!" The old man smiled triumphantly at everyone: "Let's walk later, it's cold sitting in the car." The old man finished his share, drank up the wine in the glass, and waited for the pony to finish eating the buns.Taking out a rag and wiping his mouth, he nodded again to everyone: "My son has gone to serve as a soldier and never looked back; my daughter-in-law—" "Don't talk about that!" Xiaoma'er's cheeks were full like two little peaches, even eating and talking to stop grandpa. "It doesn't matter what you say! You are not an outsider!" Then he whispered to everyone: "The child is serious, don't mention how strong it is! The daughter-in-law has also left. Our father and son will eat this car; the car is broken, but it is our own. Just relying on not having to worry about the car every day. Earning more and earning less, our father and son are struggling, there is no way!Can't! " "Grandpa," Xiao Ma'er ate the buns almost, and tugged at the old man's sleeves, "We have to do it again, because we don't have money to buy coal tomorrow morning! It's all you, twenty cents just now Pull the back door, follow me, just pull, you won’t go! There will be no coal in the morning, it’s up to you!” "There is a way. Grandpa will credit five catties of briquettes." "Can you spare some firewood?" "That's right! Good boy, let's eat; after we finish eating, we should be on our knees!" Then, the old man stood up, circled around and said to everyone: "Thank you guys!" He stretched out his hand to pull the pony , Xiao Ma'er stuffed the unfinished steamed stuffed bun in his mouth. Some of them sat still, while others followed.Xiangzi was the first to follow. He wanted to see the car. A very dilapidated car, the paint on the car boards has cracked, the handlebars have been worn out to show the wood grain, a crackling and crackling lamp, and the sticks of the car shed are tied with hemp rope .The pony found a match in the ear cap, scratched it on the sole of the shoe, held it in two small black hands, and lit the lamp.The old man spat on the palm of his hand, heyed, and picked up the handlebar, "See you tomorrow, buddies!" Xiangzi stood outside the door blankly, looking at the old man, the young man and the broken car.The old man talked while walking, his voice was high and low; the lights and shadows on the road were bright and dark.Xiangzi listened and watched, feeling a kind of uneasiness in his heart that he had never felt before. In the pony, he seemed to see his past; in the old man, he seemed to see his future!He has never let go of money easily, and now he feels very happy and bought ten buns for the old and the young.He did not enter the house again until they were out of sight.Everyone was talking and laughing again, he felt confused, got the tea money, walked out again, pulled the car outside the gate of the movie park, and waited for Mr. Cao. It's so cold.There are some gray sand floating in the air, the wind seems to be rushing on it, the stars are not very real, only those few big ones tremble in the air.There was no wind on the ground, but there was a cold air everywhere, and there were several long cracks in the ruts, the earth color was gray and white, as cold as ice, and as hard as ice.Xiangzi stood outside the movie park for a while, feeling cold already, but he didn't want to go back to the teahouse.He wants to think about it quietly.The old man and the young man seemed to have shattered his best hope - the old man's car was his own!Since the first day he pulled a car, he decided to buy his own car, and now he is still working hard for this volunteer all day; with his own car, he thought that he would have everything.Humph, look at that old man! Isn't it because he wants to buy a car because he refuses to have a tiger girl?Buy a car, save money, and marry a wife for nothing; hum, look at the pony!If you have a son yourself, it may not be like that. Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is no need to resist Hu Niu's threat; anyway, if he can't get out of the circle, what kind of girl can't be wanted?Besides, she may have brought a few cars here, why not enjoy the ready-made blessings for a few days!Once you see through yourself, you don't need to underestimate others, a tiger girl is a tiger girl, so don't say anything! When the movie ended, he hurriedly fixed the small water tank and lit the lamp.Even the little padded jacket was taken off, only a small jacket was left, he wanted to run away and forget everything, even if he fell to his death, it didn't matter much! ①Trouble, that is, procrastination.