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"Why do you ask that," he said, "drink your wine!" The small oil lamp in the wall hole spits out black oily smoke, and the small flame of the lamp head is like a greedy red tongue, licking the brick on the roof of the wall hole, probably it has not been cleaned for a long time, black smoke trails Climb up to the top of the beam, and even a section of the beam is blackened. The two sat opposite each other on the lid of the coffin, passed the jug over and over, drank the wine one after another, and didn't say anything for a long time. It was foggy outside, and a mass of milky white fog squeezed in from the half-open shop door, making the light tongue of the oil lamp dizzy, but the two of them still passed the jug and drank the wine, as if they didn't notice it.

The patrolling clapper knocked over and over again. "If you don't explain, I'm always restless." Wan Cai said, "Who the hell is dead and wants to sleep in these two coffins?" "I can't speak for Master Gu, you know, brother." Da Banya's throat was throbbing: "Unless I want to sleep in a third coffin!...Don't ask me any more,...you have the heart to watch me grow up After Mater's death, he used reeds to sweep his body?!" Wan Cai stared at him blankly. "I don't understand," he murmured, "I don't understand what you're talking about?! Are you drunk?"

"I wish I was drunk," said Big Mater. The oil in the lamp was almost exhausted, and the flame flickered up and down; Hei Suoer, who was sleeping in another white wooden coffin, fell asleep, turning over from time to time, talking in sleep, and the coffin lid The little button on the bed was still awake, staring at Liangtou, as if thinking of something there. The two of them were still drinking the mulled wine one sip at a time. While drinking, they were shaking the tin jug to see how much wine was left in the jug?The patrolling clapper knocked again, the wine in the jug was finished, and the old wine was so full of energy, the two shared a jug of wine, their eyes were a little hazy, what did Wan Cai think, the face of Big Banya They are all double, no matter how you look at the big die, Wancai's face is also two.

At this moment the little light went out. Wancai was a little dazed when the alcohol broke out, Da Banya carried the tin pot, walked out slantedly, and hid in the dark mist.He didn't know it, he just fell asleep with his clothes crooked on the lid of the coffin, and suddenly felt that there was a sound shaking him in his sleep, and only after he woke up could he hear that it was the bell on the roof of the ancestral hall. Guan Baye, who was lying on the bed in the Wanliang Pu suite, also heard the bell. Yesterday I was in a hurry to get out of bed, and tried to walk around the room with a cane. I felt that the injury on my left leg has improved a lot after taking medicine and breath adjustment for a few days. As soon as it shuts down, I can go to the front line of fire with the gun team that went to Yanshi for help to kill Jiang Fangjun!In any case, it is very important to be able to walk around with a stick. In case Master Gu is busy, I can always go to the various clans to visit the elders who are in charge of the house, or take a trip to the mouth of Shahe River and ask the brothers and sisters of Master Zhen to come forward Gathering guns,... Wan Jialou had a misunderstanding with Xiao Xie'er and the others. It is true that some people were killed or injured, but Gu Ye was busy with the funeral of the deceased and delayed the important matter of going to Yanshi to help. It's a left-handed calculation... Just thinking like this, walking, walking, thinking, walking too much without knowing it, and after Ye Lai rested, I felt that the muscles above the wound had bursts of severe throbbing pain. The throbbing pain made me toss and turn, making it difficult to close my eyes and fall asleep.

The sound of Geng Geng lingered in the dark night, and through the small courtyard outside the window and a low flower wall, Guan Baye could still see the lights on in the small building where Ai Gu lived through the lattice window, the light was very soft and dim , like a butterfly, landed on the leaves of the bonsai placed between the flower stages, trembling slightly no matter whether it was windy or not; when there was a thick fog outside the window, the soft and dim light was wrapped in the thick fog and turned into some bursting lights. Flashing, floating particles of light seem to stick to the lattices between the windows.

He looked at such a light in the middle of the silent deep well-like night, and he healed his physical pain with pity for a life that has been tortured; he couldn't remember which autumn was foggy and rainy up?The salt carts of the Old Liuhe Gang went off the road near the mouth of the Baojia River. At dusk, they rested in a wild shop surrounded by many towering old trees. The wild shop was not like ordinary wild shops, just some low Instead of a simple thatched hut and a fence made of bitter bamboo branches, it is an old mansion made of blue bricks and gray tiles, which seems to be the residence of a wealthy family in decline; Surprisingly, there were no other travelers, and only a dark red lantern was lit in a long dark arcade. ... Now looking at the lights on the window lattice in the foggy night, Guan Baye somehow remembered the scene of that night.The dusk that day was gray-brown, with dark clouds on the top of the sky, but a smear of purple haze at the foot of the sky. People used to call autumn showers "autumn fools". The farm proverb with wet feet is just the portrayal of a fool in autumn. In the dark purple halo of the sunset, the long white rain feet of the shower are sprinting, shooting on the tiles like arrowheads, and there is an empty and cold rustling... Sitting in the car leaning over The men on the bar seemed to be silenced by the sound of the rain, no one bothered to say anything, some took off the towels around their necks to wipe off the rainwater on their bodies, some bit their cigarette pipes and thought about their own thoughts, The forehead is engraved with bitterness, the pupils of the eyes are full of desolation, and the rain is falling, and in the smoky dusk, people's nostalgia is held on the treetops that are green and black.If you don't lose your life on the way, it will take at least three to five months to get back home, and only a few pieces of hot silver dollars sticking to the meat will be left, and you will have to go on a long journey again. Home is not like home, but like a warm and bitter dream in the boundless silence. ... When the green forest near and far gradually blurred, the cold rain had already pulled down the night, the boss of Shuangqiang Luo led a group of brothers into the house for dinner, and took a rest in the separate room, leaving himself to guard the row of cars parked on the corridor. Salt cart; leaning against the wall, sitting on a bunch of hay, the wind often sweeps the rain from the eaves, causing a lot of faint coldness to hit people's faces.Suddenly, a yellow window light shines in the rainy field outside the corridor, forming a distinct picture—scattered light black shadows rippling across, and the shadow of a coal lamp with a hat stands in a corner of the shadow, The silhouette of a young woman with a bun is facing the lamp, raising her slender hands to thread the needle, lead the thread, embroidering something with lowered eyebrows, and the pigeons in the pigeon cage on the porch are talking cooing dreams from time to time When she was embroidering, she would let out low, almost silent sighs from time to time. Did she sigh for the chilling autumn night rain?Or is it thinking about the distant people who have not returned from a long journey?He didn't know until the next day that the lonely woman was the owner of the wild shop. Her husband was forced to go away by the Beiyang government, leaving only an old and blind mother-in-law and her to guard the wild shop.When the salt truck was on its way, he saw her come out with millet bread to feed the pigeons, and she looked at him with eyes deeper than the black well: "Aren't you too young to walk a long way? ... I sold the salt earlier, Go home!"... Now that Baye Guan thinks back, the warm and concerned voice is still lingering around him, but home has already drifted into the clouds.

It is true that people like myself should always be carrying something on their backs on long distances. The heavier the burden, the more they bear, the more comfortable they feel. Rolling down in the heart, the internal organs are all damp. ...How many years later, I am afraid that the scene in Wanliangpu will become a distant dream that makes people cry? !Isn't Aigu's life experience more bleak than that of the hostess of the wild shop? stand up!Kanto Mountain!A ghost-like voice bombards his head, you have to risk your life to fill these bleak distant dreams!Don't let it reappear in the world! ... The rooster crowed in the thick fog, it was so dark before dawn.The light of a square lamp was moving the black shadow on the window sill again, even though the footsteps were soft and slight, Guan Baye knew that Ai Gu had come to make a fire and boil medicine for him.

He couldn't fall asleep, so he leaned the soft pillow against the bed frame, propped up his upper body and lay down halfway to wait for the dawn. He planned not to care about his leg injury. After dawn, he had to go out with his crutches to find Master Gu and people from various clans, Yanshi It was so urgent that Wan Jialou could not delay the matter of pulling guns to help. Ai Gu went to the porch outside the suite, hung the lantern on the porch pillar, lightly lit the clay stove, fanned the fire, and planned to cook medicine for Guan Ba ​​Ye; Very bright, Ba Ye did not fall asleep, half leaning on the pillow with a suspicious expression, wondering what he was thinking?Then he asked in surprise, "Ba Ye, you didn't sleep? Why didn't you turn off the lamp and lie down to rest?"

"There's a lot of fog outside." Guan Baye murmured, "Jiang Fangjun...if they take advantage of the fog to hide and kill... Yanshi will be in trouble!" "I said, why don't you sleep for a while?" "You should sleep for a while, Aigu." Guan Baye said, "You keep your eyes open all night, waiting to make medicine for me, it really makes me feel uneasy..." "Don't say that, Ba Ye....I'm just catching some needlework for the children." Ai Gu fanned the stove, and the flames jumped up with the wind, dyeing a small space red in the corner of the corridor filled with mist.

The sky may have already dawned, but the night fog thickens at dawn; those floating mist particles are pressed by the morning light, and all sink to the ground, stagnant and gloomy, stretched into a huge wet and cold net, Makes it impossible to see anything from a few steps away. At this time, the huge bell on the roof of the Wanjialou ancestral hall rang. The sound of the bell broke through the fog. The sound was astonishingly loud. When the bell first sounded, it seemed to be affected by the dense fog.The thick fog seems to have a magical power, imprisoning the bells; but when the continuous bells gather together and break through that confinement, they smash away like a collapsed wall, causing countless echoes in the surroundings , Those sounds are concatenated, stirring back and forth, without rest for a long time, to people's ears, it seems that it is not just the ringing of bells, but the buzzing of heaven and earth... high.

"The bell of the ancestral hall rings so early, it should be Gu Ye who gathered all the family members to discuss matters!" Guan Baye said: "Although I am from a foreign surname, I have dared or forgotten the friendship of the Wan family to our brothers over the years. I should Go to the ancestral hall in person and ask for help for the trapped Wanmin in Yanshi. Regardless of whether the Wanjialou gun team can be pulled out in time, at least gunfire, food and grass are what Yanshi desperately needs..." Ai Gu didn't answer, she stopped the fan in her hand, and listened to the bell silently. She thought that in the past, every time when the ancestors were worshipped and the ancestral hall bell rang, as usual, a confession post would be posted on the street, even this time It's just a temporary meeting to discuss clan affairs. Master Zhen and Aunt Hanying who are far away in Shahekou are the elders of the clan, so they should have heard the news earlier?As of last night, Master Zhen of Lao Qifang did not rush back to Wanjialou; these days, the gun team of Wanjialou showed no signs of pulling out their guns to assist Yanshi, Guan Baye thought that Yanshi was a little anxious Look, I'm afraid Master Gu may not be so eager? ! After Guan Baye had taken the decoction, the fog had gradually dissipated; Guan Baye got out of bed with his crutches and walked to the front living room. As soon as he entered the living room door, he encountered the old accountant Cheng Qingyun coming in from the door, panting Yes, looks a little panicked. "What's the matter, Mr. Cheng?" Guan Baye stopped and asked in surprise, "Is there something wrong outside?"