Chapter 8 Marble (excerpt)-5

Ma Bole originally wanted to take this opportunity to talk to his wife about their future escape policy...but because of the child's trouble, the opportunity was ruined.The madam had exhausted the excitement she had received from the street, and she lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes with a tired look. The wife is going to sleep. After Joseph had had enough trouble, he jumped off him and went to play with David for a long time, but Ma Bole still stared at Joseph, not only at Joseph, but also at David. But after all, David and Joseph were still children, they didn't feel it at all, and they still played happily.Ma Bole looked on the bed and saw that his wife had also fallen asleep.The children were climbing on the chairs and on the table one by one, and they were laughing happily.Ma Bole stared at them for a while, and felt that his anger was exhausted, so he stopped staring at them.

He lit a cigarette and sat on a wooden chair with peeling paint.The wooden chair is an old Chinese so-called Taishi chair, square, big and strong, weighing about twenty catties.Probably people in ancient China did not move often, so they used overly dense wood for all furniture.Not only the chairs, but also the tables and tea tables are all made of hardwood. However, the hotel where Ma Bole stayed was purely for the Chinese.The people living in this hotel are small businessmen who came to Shanghai from other places, and then went to other places after staying for a few days.Most of the time it was because everything was unfamiliar when I first arrived in Shanghai, so I just casually stayed in this hotel for three or two days, and it was fine to leave after three or two days, since the house price was cheap anyway.As for the quality of the reception in the waiter, no one will pursue it.

The waiters in this hotel wear slippers and no socks, and their feet are all muddy.When walking, the belly is protruding forward, and the two toes are pointed outward.If a guest staying in this hotel calls out "the waiter", he has to wait five or eight minutes before the waiter, who seems to have not slept enough, can come. Some impatient residents would not only call the waiter once, but several times in succession.But that was completely useless, and the waiter would not be able to arrive until five minutes later or eight minutes later.And the one who came to the door of the guest's room was a fat man with sleepy eyes, like the owner of a pork shop.The guest said: "Buy a pack of cigarettes, knife brand."

The guest handed over the money to the fat man, and the fat man took the money. After receiving the money, he could not turn around as if he was still in a dream, and stood there in a daze for a while, then rubbed his eyes with his hands and yawned, and then slowly, one step Step by step, he protruded his stomach forward and went downstairs. When I go downstairs, I have to wait half an hour before I can come back. Maybe it's because the waiter is a big fat man and he walks very slowly, so he needs to be especially forgiven.In fact, it is not necessarily so. For example, when a guest greets someone for facial water, a thin tea room comes five minutes later to fetch water with a washbasin.Logically speaking, this thin waiter should be particularly flexible, as thin as a big grasshopper, with extremely long legs, as if he could jump downstairs with one step, and jump from downstairs to upstairs with another step.In fact, it is not the case, and he does not work hard.

He went down with the empty washbasin, walked in the aisle, and saw a little black cat squatting on the railing of the building. He saw that the little black cat was very funny squatting there quietly, so he raised the washbasin and took the little black cat Buckle up.The kitten meowed in the washbasin, and he tapped the bottom of the basin with his nails outside the washbasin.As soon as he knocked, the kitten screamed even more when it was afraid.It screamed so sweetly, so pitifully, and scratched the washbasin with its paws.To the ears of the thin tea room, it seemed that the kitten was giving him a concert by singing and playing musical instruments.

Therefore, the aunt who specializes in washing clothes in the hotel is also attracted, and a small tea room that specializes in boiling water is also attracted.The three of them, plus the kitten, talked and laughed and played. The guest waited for the basin of face water, but he didn't bring it, so he went out, leaned on the railing and looked downstairs. The waiter was playing downstairs, and he yelled: "The waiter, face water, hurry up!" Then the waiter took the washbasin and filled it with water.When the waiter carried the washbasin and went up the stairs, he stood down again on the stairs.It turned out that the laundryman, the aunt in black cloud gauze, was seducing him.He followed his aunt with the washbasin in his hand, and went up another flight of stairs to the balcony.

On the verandah, the thin waiter, who was wearing a very small vest, had a lot of trouble with his aunt for a long time.It turned out that there was no one on the balcony except the two of them. The basin of face water in the waiter was now placed on the ground, and it was almost overturned by the two of them.The water in the basin swung dangerously here and there for a long time before calming down. "The waiter! The waiter!" The resident who was waiting to wash his face with water came out and shouted downstairs.When he shouted this time, even the thin waiter disappeared.The water on his face was taken somewhere!

This hotel is like this. There are not many guests. There are more than 40 rooms upstairs and downstairs, and the average number of guests is less than 20 rooms.The rest of the rooms are empty.There are a lot of bedbugs in this hotel. Although the tourists are not very rich, rich or official, they are always in good health when they move in this hotel; Otherwise, the light ones will bleed a little less, and the severe ones will be covered with cuts and bruises, because they have all been bitten by bedbugs. When entering the hotel downstairs, there is a large mirror facing you. It is a large mirror four or five feet high.Just like the living room of ordinary people, there is a row of Taishi chairs on the east side and a row of Taishi chairs on the west side, while the walls are covered with couplets, calligraphy and paintings, written on red paper and white paper, which looks very elegant.It's just that the Taishi chairs displayed on both sides are a little bit old.Maybe not very old, just feeling a little out of fashion, eerie, lifeless on display.Like Xiangzi who walked into the museum of antiquities.

After passing through the living room, you can go upstairs after entering the small courtyard at the back.It is a small ring building, and the corridors around it are covered with carved corridors.It looks very quaint, although the corridor teeth have not been painted for a long time.But the more pale it is by the wind and rain, the more primitive it looks. There are two stairs in the yard, one to the east and one to the west. Next to the stairs, there is a pot of hydrangeas.The hydrangea can no longer bloom, the leaves are yellow and dry.But it hasn't been taken away yet, it's still there.

Once upstairs, it was even more desolate. The glass on the windows was dark, covered with soot and dust, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned for several years.If one were to look in through the glass windows, one could not see anything, so the innkeeper did not need to hang curtains on the windows.Even in the past, the curtains that were hung when the hotel was first opened have been taken down one by one today.Take it down and tear it up to make wipes in the hands of the waiters.Even the ones that haven’t been removed, the ones that are still hanging, are only hanging, crooked and torn on the window frame beside the window. If the curtains are not pulled up, the room will be dark.Looking in from the outside, it looks like the above.If you look from the inside to the outside, you will see the sun as bronze, just like looking at the sun with sunglasses on.Moreover, there are still some windows that have no glass, and are pasted with newspapers and red-checked letter paper for Chinese letters.There are also some rooms that are not pasted with paper, probably such rooms will never be rented out, just let the dust and sand freely fly in through the hole.

The balustrade is shaken.The floor of the veranda is not only peeling off the paint, but also one place is high, one place is low, and in some places, the nails that are nailed to the board are protruding. Causing people to stumble without cause. As soon as the room is opened—even if it is an empty room, there must be a special smell in it, but a particularly bad smell.Some rooms have a sour smell, some have a burnt smell, some have a spicy smell, and some have a sweet smell, just like the smell of rotten fruit.Because all the rooms in this hotel have windows on one side.The remaining three sides are walls.The air is very poor. There are also electric light bulbs, regardless of the size of the room, it is fifteen candles.There is no umbrella for the light bulb, but there is a wire tied to it and it hangs there, like a small pineapple hanging on the roof of the shed. The hotel was extremely deserted, and sometimes there were three or five families living there.The upstairs and downstairs are very quiet, so I feel that the cars on the street and the noise on the street are particularly loud.The whole hotel was shaking from time to time because a heavy truck ran past. And in the afternoon, when the travelers were all out on the street, all the waiters in the hotel would take a nap together.The snoring from the nose was very loud from downstairs to upstairs, and then the snoring sounded like a series of whistles of big beetles in the courtyard of the hotel, and the noise was very lively, the fat waiter, the thin waiter , and the small tea room, etc... They echoed each other, humming over there, purring here, purring, purring, as if asking and answering. The above is the situation before the "August 13th". Once Shanghai opened fire, this hotel will not be like this, it will be very lively, all kinds of people will move in, and the courtyard will be full of broken beds and messy tables.Coal stoves were also fired on the veranda upstairs, and meals were cooked for families on the veranda.The porch is almost impossible to walk away from, and it is full of things.Pots and pans, oil bottles, sauce jars... There is a toilet in the laundry basin, and broken shoes in the washbasin. It is a mess and a mess.The children were crying, the adults were making noise, and they were crying loudly, as if the hotel had become a refugee camp.The voice of calling the waiter was endless.Noisy and scolding, some customers went to the boss's cash drawer to make a fuss, saying The waiter was too inattentive.The boss didn't listen to this, and waved a large fan, smiling, and he was of no help to his compatriots who had fled. Anyway, he thought: "If you live in a house for one day, don't you have to pay for one day's rent? If you think it's not good, don't live in it." The house in the hotel was completely full.Not only his hotel, but all the hotels in Shanghai were full after the "August 13th".And those who fled from Yangshupu, Pudong, and Nanshi continuously, those who had relatives went to visit relatives, those who had friends went to friends, and those who had no relatives and friends had to sleep on the side of the road or in the alleys.The hotel is completely full, trying to find a room is not available. Marble lived in this hotel, and when the war started, it was full, and there were very few people who moved out at any time.But before moving, the tenant often transfers the house to his relatives or friends.If you want to find a house by your own luck, there will be no guarantee. When Ma Bole came to this hotel, Shanghai had already been at war for a long time.Some have moved to inland China one after another, and some have far-sighted plans to flee to Sichuan.Some have families in Hubei and Hunan, so they naturally went home.Those whose families are in Shaanxi and Shanxi also plan to go home.Even in places like Suzhou and Hangzhou not far from Shanghai, some people fled there.Those who have a family go home, those who don't have a family, they go to relatives, or rely on friends.In short, no one wants to be in Shanghai, seeing Shanghai as an isolated island.Those who left Shanghai first had infinite concern for those who left Shanghai later; those who left Shanghai last had infinite envy for those who had already left.It seems to say: "You are gone, you have escaped from Shanghai." Everyone agrees to escape from Shanghai.However, the one who advocated escaping to Sichuan was secretly looked down upon by everyone. "Why did you escape so far? It's ridiculous. Will the war reach Sichuan?" Although everyone agreed with the idea of ​​fleeing to Sichuan on the surface, they looked down upon him inwardly. As for Ma Bole's escape, although he was the first to initiate it, if it really happened, he might be the last. Ma Bole is currently living in the hotel, and it is precisely because of this matter that he is thinking sadly. His wife, returning from the street, reported to him several incidents of refugees and wounded soldiers, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep not long after. Joseph and David fought in the house for a while, and then ran downstairs to the small courtyard.After arguing with his brothers for a while, Jager ran to the bed and now slept beside his mother. Ma Bole was sitting on the ancient grand master's chair, holding a cigarette in his hand.He had already thought of everything about fleeing, and he couldn't think about it any more.No matter how much I think about it, I can't think of any good way to do it, and I can only do this. "Anyway, let's listen to my wife. If my wife wants to go to Xi'an, then I have to go to Xi'an... Oh! Isn't my wife rich? If you have money, you have power. What else can you think about? It's useless to think too much. There is no need to say anything if you don’t have foreign money in your hand. If you have foreign money in your hand, what is your wife? In my hand, do I still want her? These days, whoever has money is the master, and whoever has no money is a slave; whoever has money is a master, and whoever has no money is a bum. When Marble thought of getting angry, he stomped his foot on the floor and made a bang, which almost didn't wake his wife up. The wife stretched her legs, rubbed the tip of her nose with her fat hand, and fell asleep. The one who has money is the grandpa, and the one who has no money is the third grandson. What kind of society is this? Damn...fucking Chinese! " Marble almost wanted to slap the table and stomp his feet again, but when he remembered that his wife was beside him, he stopped doing so.He was afraid that he would offend his wife, who would take the child back to Qingdao.He thought that although his wife was not good, it was still better than nothing.Although the wife's money is not happy to take it out readily, there is always a backer.It is better to have a backing than to hang in the air. "My wife definitely insists on going to Xi'an, so let's just go. Although I don't want to go to Xi'an, it's better than staying in Shanghai." "But why didn't my wife even mention going to Xi'an these two days? There is a ghost in this..." Ma Bole couldn't even go to Xi'an, so he became afraid. "One more day in Shanghai is more dangerous!" Then Ma Bole felt his face turn red and his ears became hot, so even his hair seemed to stand on end.He got up quickly, and he managed to calm himself down.He opened the door, intending to go out onto the veranda. But as soon as he went out, he kicked down the tin pot sitting by the railing.The tin pot rattled loudly. Immediately the wife woke up, stood up, and looked out onto the veranda.Seeing that Ma Bole was there, he stared with round eyes and said: "I've never seen such a big person bump into the sky..." Seeing his wife got up, Ma Bole hurriedly said: "It's because I didn't pay more attention... This hotel is really messed up." Mrs. said: "What's the matter? Have a lot of money to move to a good hotel?" Ma Bole said that this hotel is not good, and he originally intended to apologize to his wife, but unexpectedly, his wife became angry. When the wife got angry, Ma Bole didn't know what to say.Neither is it right to be submissive, nor is it right to be tough.So his face was full of smiles, and his heart was filled with infinite pain, and he finally said a nondescript sentence from his mouth: "It's no better than being at home after fleeing." After he said that, he checked to see if his wife was still angry.It happened that David ran up from downstairs, and his mother cursed out of nowhere as soon as he entered the room: "Damn it, you are crazy, this time you have a chance..." David didn't hear what his mother was saying, walked around the house and went out. And Ma Bole couldn't bear it very much, he knew that he was the one who scolded.After a dull day, the wife did not speak, and neither did Ma Bole. Little Jager woke up, and Ma Bole was going to hug Jager.The wife said loudly: "If you put her there, you don't need to be courteous!" Ma Bole put down the child and went downstairs, the tears in his eyes were almost about to flow down. "Life is so boring, why should a person be treated like a cat or a dog!" At last Marble went out into the street, and walked for two or three hours in it. When Ma Bole was happy, he probably didn't go to the street; but when he was sullen, he had to go to the street.Is there anything in the street to comfort him?not at all.He gets angry when he sees electric poles, he gets angry when he sees cars, he gets angry when he sees women. When he had gone back to the hotel, his anger was still there. As he went up the stairs, he was still thinking about the women he had just seen on the street. He looked down on them very much. , Perm your hair into an airplane style! What a fucking Chinese..." He pushed open the door and saw that the dinner in the hotel had already been served.Open as usual on the square rosewood table in the middle of the ground. Both Joseph and David were there, one was kneeling on the grandmaster's chair, the other was standing on the grandmaster's chair, and little Jager simply sat on the table.They scrambled to eat and filled the table with vegetables and rice. Ma Bole was horrified, wondering why his wife wasn't here?Could it be that she made up her mind and went out to go back to Qingdao by herself? Ma Bole immediately asked the children: "Where's your mother?" Marble's second young master, Joseph sprayed rice grains out of his mouth and said, "Mom has gone to make fried egg rice for me." Ma Bole thought: Where can I fry it?This is not at home.He felt that his wife was really not angry, she was not making an idea but was cooking rice, so he felt relieved and sat down at the table, planning to have dinner with the children. At this moment the wife came back from the veranda, carrying a large bowl of hot food, and shouting as she went: "It's hot! It's so hot!" This is really strange, how can fried rice with eggs be hot? Ma Bole looked up and saw that his wife was holding egg fried rice in her left hand and a bowl of soup in her right hand.He hurriedly stood up and took the soup first.During this change of hands, the soup was spilled instead.Ma Bole gritted his teeth and stared at the burn, but he didn't dare to cry out. He wanted to take this opportunity to buy some from his wife, so he quickly took out his handkerchief with a cheerful attitude, and put his hand on it. wipe it up. Mrs. said: "Let me take a look, I'm afraid it's scalded. Hurry up and wipe the knife with water. I brought it from home." The wife was busy opening the box to get the medicine bottle. Ma Paile said: "No need, no need...it doesn't matter much." He still ran, trying to bring his wife back, but the wife was very determined. When he found the medicine bottle, he looked at Ma Bole's hands, which were already covered with transparent round blisters. Strangely, although Ma Bole's hand was scalded, he didn't feel any pain.On the contrary, he felt very comforted by it, especially when his wife carefully rubbed the medicine on him, which filled his heart with extreme gratitude and regret, and he almost didn't shed tears.he thinks: "Mrs. Too much! I didn't mean to take the child to Qingdao. I guessed her wrong. She wanted to follow me. Watch! She took knife wound water, sea iodine, and aspirin pills. I brought them all, she is going to follow me..." And when his wife opened the box to look for medicine bottles, he also saw a lot of wool in the box!It's autumn, but she has also prepared for winter.It was obvious that she wanted to follow him.Marble said to himself: "She absolutely wants to come with me." When Ma Bole thought of this, tears of gratitude came again.he thinks: "Life is so dangerous! Just a little bit, just a little bit, is going to be on the road to misfortune... Life is really dangerous, misunderstanding, just because of a little misunderstanding, two people will be separated." They are separated forever, and they are farther and farther away from each other, and they will never be able to see each other again for the rest of their lives. Life is really dangerous! For example, my wife has no intention of going back to Qingdao with her children, but I just want to guess She is going back to Qingdao. I guess she wants to go back to Qingdao. Looking at the expression on his face, that would be bad, it's really ridiculous...it's really ridiculous..." Ma Bole seemed to have escaped from a great danger, grateful and dangerous, his mood was beating completely, exchanging sorrow and joy, as if there were some erratic and elusive white clouds in the wind, covering his eyes .He didn't know why there was sadness in his heart, he didn't know why he was very sad, he felt that his eyes were involuntarily welling up with tears from time to time, and his throat was a little swollen for some reason. Ma Bole lay on the bed without even eating. The wife asked him if he had a headache? He said, "No." Why don't you eat? He said, "Nothing." After that, the wife stopped asking questions, and the wife sat at the table and ate with the children.She also drank a few sips of soup and ate some fried rice with eggs. It has been more than ten days since my wife left home. During these ten days, all I ate was the hotel's rice package, a bowl of fried tofu, and a bowl of roasted rapeseed... neither sour nor spicy, and had no taste at all.Compared with what I ate at home, I really couldn't swallow it.Today she occasionally borrowed the fire left over from Mrs. Zhao's cooking next door, and fried an egg fried rice.And Mrs. Zhao was very kind, and made a big bowl of broth for her.There is a lot of MSG and soy sauce in this soup.Originally, she never even tasted the broth, but now she kept drinking it with a spoon.It seemed as if she had been tortured in the hotel.And Mrs. Zhao in Room 31 next door is a very thin woman with a chattering voice, with a lot of freckles on her face.She had five children, and she was probably in her late forties, and her face was wrinkled.Probably her throat is not good. When she speaks, it sounds like a dumb voice. Mrs. Zhao said to Mrs. Marble: "Look, it's not that the packaged rice is too bad. I can't get used to it. We also ate the hotel's food for the first three days when we came to this hotel. I saw that this was not a permanent solution, so I hurried to buy some coal. The stove... I asked the teahouse to buy it. Who knows if the teahouse makes money or not, but this stove is a piece of cake. I have never been to Shanghai before... You said it was more than one yuan for a mud maker!" Mrs. Marble said: "This is also my first time in Shanghai." Mrs. Zhao said: "Isn't it! I just said that I can't come to Shanghai, and the child's father said that he must come. I don't think Nanjing is too important." Mrs. Marble said: "Men are like that. Our child's father doesn't send telegrams and letters. He has to urge him to come to Shanghai. I don't know what to do when I come to Shanghai. Shanghai is unreliable. People in Shanghai these days, leave How much! Hangzhou, Hankou, Sichuan...all went there." Mrs. Zhao said: "Aren't you leaving? We are planning to leave, but we can't leave now. We plan to leave at the end of next month. The child's father is working in Nanjing. He is very busy and has no time to pick us up. I am alone with this large group of children. I had no choice on the way. I heard that the Songjiang Bridge was also bombed recently, and the train couldn’t pass there. People came down and walked over the bridge at night. I heard that the Songjiang Bridge was miserable, crying and crying. Yes, I heard that some children were squeezed out of the river. That's so miserable... It is said that there was an old man carrying his grandson on his back. Everyone squeezed the old man's grandson into the river with a plop. The old man After crossing the bridge, he became stupid. He sat on the bank of the river like a puddle of mud. He didn't cry, and he didn't say anything. Someone asked: "Why don't you get on the train?" He said he was waiting for him The grandson came to get on the train together... You said it was ridiculous, as if his grandson would still crawl out of the river. Then the old man was not crazy! Many people saw him. We have a relative who came from Song Jiang said." Mrs. Marble said: "Where are you going?" "We're going to Hankou." "Do you have relatives in Hankou?" "We have friends." Just talking casually like this, the egg fried rice has been fried. Mrs. Zhao saw that the egg fried rice was ready, so she hurriedly said: "Egg fried rice with broth is the best..." Mrs. Zhao then poured a large bowl of cold water into the hot pot of fried rice. After a while, the cold water was overturned, and because there was oil on the side of the pot, it sizzled.When the boiling water really boiled, Mrs. Zhao hurriedly took the soy sauce bottle, poured the soy sauce on the spatula first, and then poured it into the pot.As soon as the soy sauce was poured into the water, the boiling water on the bottom of the pot immediately turned into a muddy soup.Then he took out the box of Tianchu MSG and added some MSG to the soup. Mrs. Marble looked at Mrs. Zhao's soy sauce bottle. There was a lot of dust on the mouth of the bottle, and the mouth of the bottle was plugged with a newspaper roll.When she saw it, she knew that the soy sauce in there was not good, not the best soy sauce.Because Mizujiu eats Japanese soy sauce at Mabole's house. Mrs. Marble saw that Mrs. Zhao was using Tianchu monosodium glutamate, and she said: "We all use Ajinomoto in Qingdao..." As soon as Mrs. Zhao heard this, she felt that she was not as good as others, so she said quickly: We also used Ajinomoto in the past, and Tianchu MSG was bought only when we came to Shanghai. After Mrs. Zhao finished speaking, she still felt that she was not strong enough.Feeling somewhat left behind, he patted Mrs. Marble on the shoulder again and said: "Ajinomoto is a Japanese product, you can't buy it now. Mrs. Ma..." The bowl of high soup was ready in a blink of an eye.When Mrs. Marble picked up the bowl of soup and was about to leave, Mrs. Zhao rushed to pour a few drops of sesame oil on the soup skin. Originally, as soon as Mrs. Marble walked into her room, she wanted to tell her husband how shabby Mrs. Zhao next door was and how she ate such inferior soy sauce, but because the soup burned Marble's hands, she put This is also suppressed. It was not until evening that my wife remembered this again.Just when she was about to speak, she laughed before she could say anything, and while laughing, she patted Ma Bole's leg: "That Mrs. Zhao who lives next door is really ridiculous... She also loves the country, she doesn't eat flavor, she said..." The wife talked for a long time, but Ma Bole didn't move.She thought maybe he was asleep.There was a handkerchief covering his face. His wife tried to pull the handkerchief, but she couldn't pull it off. Ma Bole bit the middle corner of the handkerchief firmly with his teeth. But when the wife saw it, Ma Bole's eyes were red from crying. The wife said, "What's the matter?" Marble didn't respond. What Ma Bole has been stagnating in his heart these days has now come into play. "Life is so busy, how boring!" When Ma Bole himself cried to the point of grief, he actually put aside the question that the reason for his crying was because he wanted to escape from Shanghai and was afraid that he would not be able to escape.And it seems to be inexplicably playing a big emptiness on life. He cried for a while and stopped for a while.Stop crying for a while.When Marble cried, he didn't cry loudly like Joseph or his wife did, but softly, without any sound at all.Ma Bole never cried in crowded places, and when there were too many people, he couldn't cry, and couldn't cry.You must find a quiet place, carefully, quietly, and cry while thinking.As if he was afraid of crying and regretting the way.He has had this habit since he was a child.It was completely different from his current second son Joseph, who opened his mouth wide and kept shouting, no matter where there were many people, he would cry whenever he wanted.Ma Bole and his wife cried differently. The wife belonged to Joseph's category. Although she seldom cried in front of people, when she cried, she would even curse.Marble never appreciated their crying so violently.Marble said: "Crying is the expression of sorrow, since it is sorrow, how can there be so much strength? He defines sorrow as: "Sorrow is weak, powerless, quiet, and without resistance..." So follow this principle when he cries. Ma Bole is crying very sadly now, bending his legs and waist. When his wife asked him what, he didn't say anything.He cried until late at night, but luckily his wife slept through the day and was in good spirits, so she stayed with him.In addition, since they came to Shanghai, they have not had a formal quarrel. If this is considered awkward, it is the first time. It may be new to the wife, so they still accompany him patiently.Otherwise, the wife would have fallen asleep long ago. The wife asked him: "Do you want to buy something?" "No" "Do you want to invite friends over?" "No." "Want to dance?" "No" "Do you want a suit?" "No." The wife asked him what he wanted, following his old example of crying, but today he didn't want anything.The wife thought, although she brought him all his suits from Qingdao, and even white shoes, yellow leather shoes, and a pair of patent leather shoes bought at "Bajia" in Qingdao.A suit is also often worn when he goes out.The suit is okay, but these shoes are too old.Probably he was crying because his leather shoes were too old and he felt that he couldn't wear them out?Also, his ties are too old. He didn’t buy a tie last year, and all he wore were old ties... The wife suddenly remembered: Didn’t he cry because of a tie last year? midnight?The wife almost didn't laugh, so she quickly held back and pretended to be calm and asked: "Are you going to buy a tie?" Unexpectedly, he said coldly, "No." The wife thinks that this time it is impossible to guess.So I asked him a few more questions casually without thinking, as if I didn't want to be right: "Do you want to buy leather shoes?" "Is your hat too old?" "Would you like a good cigarette?" "Would you like to smoke by the front door?" Marble always said "no." The wife said, "Do you want money?" As soon as Ma Bole heard that money was mentioned, his whole body trembled. He was so moved that he almost exploded.He felt as if his heart had been hit by a bomb, he felt that his heart was extremely congested, maybe a good person would be broken immediately. In this semi-conscious state, Ma Bole dared to say: "I'm going to Hankou..." The wife laughed, and put her long, permed, wavy hair like a big fungus umbrella on Ma Bole's body, and said: "It's very easy. I think it's a great thing to go to Hankou! Then let's go to Hankou together." Saying this, the wife jumped from the bed to the floor. Grasshopper legs. And pulled out the small box from under the bed.From the box, he took out a bright red bank deposit folder with gold letters flashing on it. The wife threw the deposit discount to Ma Bole. Ma Bole did not immediately jump up for joy like ordinary people, or grab the passbook immediately.He was afraid that someone would see the passbook, so he pointed his eyes at his wife and said, "Cover up the curtain." The glass windows were black and smoky, and it was impossible to see anything from the outside. In order to satisfy his wish and to take pity on him, the wife listened to his words and closed the curtains. When the wife turned around and looked at the bed, the curtains on the bed were drawn very tightly.It seems that things like deposit discounts are not very good for my wife when she sees them. Madam heard Marble reading to himself in the tent: "One thousand two hundred and thirty..." Three days later, they packed up their things and left Shanghai. 1940 part two Chapter One Ma Bole was very happy when he arrived at the Vatican Ferry Station, and he said to his wife: "Hold little Jage well..." And said: "You look at Joseph well..." After a while it was: "David, you kid sit well..." It turned out that Ma Bole's whole family was sitting in three foreign cars, two of which were carrying people, and one was carrying luggage. Seeing that the station was about to arrive, Ma Bole was extremely happy.He looked at the western sky and saw that the sun was still high, and the sun's light today was different from usual, it was really dazzling and bright, shining with thousands of golden lights. Ma Bole thought: Anyway, he can escape from Shanghai this time.As for the future of Shanghai, who cares? The first rickshaw was carrying luggage and boxes.The wife was sitting in the second rickshaw, and the wife was holding Jager, and Joseph was squeezed next to his mother's thigh. Mother was afraid that he would fall down, so she pressed her legs hard on Joseph's stomach, pressing Joseph's little face hard. flushed. In the third car is Marble.Ma Bole's car seemed very empty, there were only David and his father, and David was pressed on his father's knee, although Ma Bole's leg was pressed so hard that the blood couldn't flow smoothly, and it felt numb and numb. But it doesn't matter, isn't it just a leg?Isn't one leg numb?What is that?When going to the front line, let alone a leg, even a life is nothing! So Ma Bole was still smiling.His smile seems to be very difficult, just a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, and only for this grin, not the whole grin, but tilted to the right, always to the right of. According to his mother, his mouth has been deviated to the right since he was a child.他的母亲说是小的时候吃奶吃的，母亲的左奶上生了一个疮，永远没有了奶了，所以马伯乐就单吃母亲的一个右奶。吃右奶的时候，恰巧就用右嘴角吸着，所以一直到今天，不知不觉的，有的时候就显露出了这个特性来了--往右边偏。 说起这嘴往右边偏来，马伯乐真是无限的伤心，那就是他在中学读书的时候，同学们都说右倾。本来马伯乐是极左的，闹学潮的时候，他永远站在学生的一面，决不站在学校当局那一面去。游行，示威，反日运动的时候，他也绝对地站在中国人的立场上，没有站在日本人的立场上或是近乎日本人的立场上过。 但不知怎的那右倾的名头，却总去不掉，马伯乐笑盈盈的嘴角刚往右一歪，同学们就嚷着，马伯乐右倾了。 这些都是些过去事情了，马伯乐自己也都忘记了，似乎有多少年也没有听到这个名头了，但在夜里做梦的时候，有时还梦见。 不过今天马伯乐是绝对欢喜万分的，虽然腿有点被大卫压麻了，但是他一想在前线上作战的士兵，别说麻了，就是断了腿，也还不是得算着吗？于是他仍旧是笑吟吟的，把眼光放得很远，一直向着梵王渡那边看去。梵王渡是还隔着很多条街道，是一直看不见的。不过听得到火车的家换了，火车在响着哨子。马伯乐就笑吟吟地往火车发声的方向看去。 因为是向着西边走，太阳正迎在西边，那万道的光芒射在马伯乐的脸上，马伯乐的脸照的金乎乎的，好象他的命运，在未卜之前已经是幸运的了。 他们全体三辆车子，都到了站台。但是将到了站台的附近，还有二十步远的地方就不能前进了，因为在前面有一根绳子拦着。 马伯乐起初没有看到这根绳，坐在车上不下来，还大叫着：你拉到地方，不拉到地方不给钱。 " 他正想伸脚去踢那个拉车的，因为拉车的哇里哇啦的说些上海话，马伯乐听不懂，以为又是在捣乱，他伸脚就踢，但是伸不出脚来，那脚已经麻木不仁了。