Chapter 89 0089

I don't know how long time has passed, but the hot soup squirming into his throat woke him up. In front of him was a coal lamp with a thin porcelain lamp cap. A circle of dim lights reflected several human faces, still Some fantasy, some floating, as if the ears have wings, flying upwards.When he woke up, he found that this was a suite in Wanliangpu. He was lying on his back on the warm bed, just like a dream. "Okay, okay! Eighth Master has woken up!" Who said. "It's really a rainstorm and a flying dragon," the old accountant's voice was a little erratic: "Ever since Judge Zhu Si went to Wanjia Building at night last year, there was no news when Ba Ye led the salt truck there. I just heard rumors from people from the south. How about Ba Ye... Who knew he was injured like this?!...You said his injury?...Doctor, is it tight or not?"

"Hey, with this kind of penetrating gunshot wound, the most feared thing is premature movement, let alone getting wet. Now his wound is open and stained with mud, and the cold rain has twisted his hamstrings.... Suffering from cold and fever, losing so much blood, Iron Fighter King Kong is also very weak, even if he can survive, he will definitely become disabled." "I said Baye, why are you here? What happened to you?!" The old accountant almost cried, grabbed Guan Baye's hand and said, "You are the benefactor of Wanjialou, but you... " "Don't bother him," said the doctor, "I have stopped the blood from the wound for him. The swelling of half of his leg needs to be dissipated with hot compresses. In addition, I have prescribed prescriptions for dispelling cold and heat and strengthening the heart. Get someone to dispense the medicine, and let him sleep peacefully."

Guan Baye slowly closed his eyes, a light cloud of dream lifted him up gently, he saw the salt market on the high river dam floating in a sea of ​​blood, the gun smoke was bursting out, the flames were spreading, countless The stretched-necked human face was screaming, but it gradually sank, sinking, and the sea of ​​blood was bubbling. "I... want to see Karma... Grandpa..." He moaned like a raving. "Master Ye was murdered," said the old accountant. This sound awakened Guan Baye from his trance, opened his eyes wide and said, "What? You said Lord Ye was killed? Who killed him?!"

"I shouldn't have told you at this moment, Ba Ye, the doctor said..." "Who?!" Guan Baye still stubbornly spit out such an inquiry, and he waited for the other party's answer with his eyes. "Everyone says it was Judge Zhu Si who murdered him," said the old accountant, "It is said that Judge Zhu Si was in Ma Tunyangjiao Town, just to revisit Wanjialou. Poor Lord Ye has been dead for several days, and you will never see him again." gone." A misty suspicion expanded into a phantom blackness, and fell on Guan Baye's depressed shoulder. This is an unbelievable mystery. Yeye could not have been murdered by Judge Zhu Si who had been dead for thirteen days. Ye Ye was an undisputed fact before, so the person who lied should be the suspect! ...Although I have become a trapped beast struggling with injuries, this matter must be pursued.

"How did Lord Ye die?" "No one can figure it out." The old accountant said: "In the spring, Aunt Hanying of the old Qifang fell ill and often coughed up blood. Master Zhen was afraid that she would be bored, so he moved out of the old house and lived in the Shahekou farm to recuperate. , Every once in a while, Yeye often rides to the countryside to see Aunt Hanying's illness... This time he went out for three days and didn't come back, and the town didn't mind. Someone came to report a letter saying that a human body was found in a pond outside the town..."

Guan Baye stared at the dark beams of the roof, just in a daze, and stopped talking.The old accountant quietly closed the door and retreated.The rain is still falling, but there is no flash and thunder. ...The body is still extremely weak, it should be another night, and people are always a little bit wandering in the slight and continuous dizziness.I have heard many incidents of Wanjialou from the old accountant. These incidents always make people feel sad. It is too unfair for Wanjialou to die in vain. A stable and loyal person like Yeye should not Being assassinated and sinking the corpse! ...Miss Hanying was such a cheerful and lively person. How could she suffer from hemoptysis at such a flowery age? Could it be that...the sad thing is just a ray of doubt in her.

"Master Cheng." Guan Baye suddenly remembered something and called out, "Master Cheng, who is the patriarch of Wanjialou now?" The old accountant slowly opened the door and walked in. "Eighth Master, you'd better take care of yourself. The doctor said... don't worry. In my opinion, the elder brother Baoye and Yeye have fallen in the long house. There is no one with seniority anymore. The patriarchs have all In the long house, now the clan has to open the ancestral hall to gather to discuss another person, except for the second house’s Gu Ye, and it should be Zhen Ye.”

"I'm sorry to bother you to send someone to report to Gu Ye," Guan Ba ​​Ye said, "I came to Wanjialou with my injuries, so I couldn't visit him right away, but I have something urgent to discuss with Gu Ye face to face. I'm going to see him tomorrow morning." "You must not move, my eighth master," the old accountant said in a panic, "you are so injured, how can you get out of bed and go out?... Just now I sent someone to inform Gu Ye , Lord Gu won’t come tonight, but will come tomorrow morning, you can just rest in peace.” A layer of tiredness hit Guan Baye's face, he sighed, and lowered his hands weakly.The old accountant approached and dimmed the coal lamp.Exiting the door again, shaking his head in confusion.A person whose life is almost over, welcomes and sees off guests all the year round, how many men like Guan Baye are there?Last winter in Wanjialou, he invited a group of bandits, hung seven heads on his saddle to lay a memorial service for Lord Bao, what a majesty and spirit, he was not inferior to the heroes in the novel department at all.In a blink of an eye, the gangsters of the Liuhe gang who followed him disappeared, and he flew solo like a lone wild goose, without knowing where he got the gunshot wound. deserve such miserable torture? ... If Mr. Wan is still alive, or Mr. Bao's brothers are still alive, maybe he can still help him. The sad thing is that Wan Jialou has suffered frequent accidents. .

Go deep into the night.The rain was still falling. The rain was falling.A tall Mobil lamp is still shining on the old dressing table. The widowed Auntie often does this, always embroidering and embroidering for no one, watching the night, watching the bright moon and rain, watching such a dim lamp. lonely lamp.Although her eight-year-old stepson, Zhibang, is very satisfactory, the child's family can't solve the deep sorrow in her heart.Whenever the child falls asleep, she must spend the long night alone, and the bustling Wanjialou is her desolate sea. My sister-in-law Wan Hanying is the only one who pays attention to her. During the winter wind and snow, she often summons herself to go over to spend the long night with embroidery, red painting, and chatting. In Wanjialou, she is her own yellow umbrella. Who knew she was also a sad person?

Beating my sister-in-law and moving to Shahekou, I not only lost my boudoir bosom friend, but also the person who carried her on my back in everything. Living widowed in Wanjialou is a kind of torture. It is not my loneliness that suffers, but those suspicious eyes The private discussion with Feifei was only about his own background when he followed Wanliang and his youthful age when he was a widow...you can make something out of nothing. I also often complain about You's tragic past, if my father hadn't been so zealous in destroying the family and saving Guan Baye, I wouldn't have fallen into the hands of Mao Liu's gang of wolves, and I wouldn't have gone to Yanshi, full of sadness The love affair... Father's good intentions brought about bad retribution, how can the law of heaven be so unfair? !What I hate is that Wan Jialou's heart is too cold, no one cares about her misery, and only knows that women from brothels are not treated as human beings! ... These serious grievances, unless you wait for Guan Baye to come and avenge them.

But this deep-seated hope can only be buried in the bottom of my heart, and I can't even express it in front of Aunt Hanying.The little aunt looks so frank and self-willed, but who knows that she is so suspicious. Although she is stubborn and indifferent on the surface and never mentions a word, the corners of her moist eyes are full of secrets in her heart.I often feel that in my buried life, I only met two admirable people, one is the heroic Guan Baye who sacrificed his life to save the world, and the other should understand the suffering of people after death and be used to forgive others Aunt Hanying is gone.If it was a time of peace, how loving and happy would the two get married?It's only because of this cursed troubled times that forced Guan Baye to cut off the cords of love, wandering alone in the rivers and lakes, his own strength is too weak to facilitate this marriage, then he can still mention what she doesn't want to mention, and aggravate her The heavy lovesickness that I couldn't afford? ! Lonely days are like cat's paws, stepping over silently, leaving footprints all the way on the moldy and moss-scarred heart.Occasionally, I heard people say something about Guan Baye, how he sponsored Yanshi to protect the salt and dam, how he dismissed the girls in the brothel, and made the rich and wealthy businessmen in the Yanshi stop their banquets... say Qi Liuhe gang braved the wind and frost to walk a long distance, saying that his fierce battle at Wu's Ferry was shocking... He seemed like a god, he walked on the mortal world to save the suffering, he always lived in a pool of blood and flames, Living on the edge of life and death... In front of the incense table in the back hall, I often knelt down and prayed to Guanyin, praying for God to bless this person. This is the only way for a widowed and weak girl buried in Wanjialou Prayer can comfort the helpless heart. Sitting by the window at night, worrying and confused, I can’t bury it clearly, obviously not for anyone, but I always find a needlework to embroider. The endless spring flowers and autumn moon are just empty and cold dreams, but my hands don’t stop. It can dispel the sadness that is pent up in the heart.To be able to meet Baye Guan that day, to inquire about father's whereabouts, to tell the bitterness of goodbye, this life is not in vain, how can I see Baye again that day?I hope that the bloody storm will stop sooner and end sooner, maybe Ba Ye can save a kind person who coughed up blood for him, and if it is later, Aunt Hanying will hardly support her. ... The cat's feet of the day pass by, and the sound of bangs is ringing around one after another. There are always floating clouds covering the moon in front of the window, and there is always the sound of cold wind and rain, and the benevolent businessman is plotted against , from the looks of it, Wanjialou should be under Little Guy's world in the future.Aunt Hanying doesn't like that kind of domineering person, and she also feels that Young Master Gu is conceited and ambitious. If such a person becomes the head of the clan, it may not be the blessing of Wanjialou, who can influence these changes? ? But tonight, the torrential rain was pouring down, and she was silently counting the hours.The old accountant Mr. Cheng told her that Guan Baye was thrown into the store with serious injuries. She was stunned for a moment as if struck by lightning, as if it was not true; Urgently call for a doctor so that he can take care of Baye. She is waiting to see Baye Guan in the middle of the night. She has a lot to say, and she wants to tell Guan Baye alone. From nowhere came a big black moth, twirling around the lamp shade. The black and green patterns on the moth's wings made her feel unreasonable fear. She had heard the legend since she was a child that the big black moth was transformed by a ghost. , when Baye Guan came to Wanjialou, she saw such a ghost moth, which was full of ominous omens. Could there be some kind of catastrophe befalling this noble man? ... Waking up from the uneasy dream, she picked up the small street lamp. The light shone like mist across a long corridor and disappeared, and the endless sound of rain covered her wearing spiked shoes (rain boots often worn by northern women, made of cloth, soaked in tung oil, with copper nails all over the sole, so they are called spiked shoes. ) footsteps.But the sound of walking from far to near reached Guan Baye's ears. "Who?" He leaned back on the high pillow and asked hoarsely.