Chapter 5 Chongqing Personality Baisha Wharf 5

The question of money gradually occupied Brother Eight's heart.This is a question that I never thought about before.The storytelling in the teahouse of Baisha Wharf, no matter how chivalrous or righteous, or what the world says, the most common thing is that money is like dung, benevolence and righteousness are worth thousands of gold.Ever since the princess followed the little worker, Brother Eight realized overnight that a man without money can't even keep his sex.As a man, unless you stay away from women all your life, it is impossible to live the life you want.For example, my eighth senior brother wanted to live a very simple artistic life, but the princess didn't want to, so everything went wrong.During that time, the eighth senior brother was thinking all day how he suddenly had a large sum of money, so that the princess could have a look and make her regret endlessly.During that time, as soon as they returned to Baisha Wharf, the topic of the brothers and sisters always slipped to business.A few seniors are already doing business. Of course, it is a small business, and they all made money, but not much, far from enough to make the princess regret it.Slowly, the eighth senior brother also understood that a commoner like himself with no background dared not do big business, and small business was not big.I finally remembered the old saying that has been abandoned for a long time, "A man will not get rich if he does not make a fortune, and a horse will not grow fat if he does not eat night grass"-it is still a storytelling in a teahouse.

The opera house went to Kunming to perform.The chief cellist, Lao Deng, is from Kunming, and his parents live near the famous Yuantong Temple.Lao Deng asked the eighth senior brother if he would like to accompany him back home, and the eighth senior brother readily agreed. After dinner at Lao Deng's parents' house, Lao Deng said that Yuantong Temple does not accept tickets at this time, so let's go in and have a look.In this way, the two players who played the biggest and the smallest violins went to Yuantong Temple.After turning around for a while, Old Deng Wu laughed to himself, saying that there is a fake monk here, should we take a look?

What fake monk? Lao Deng said with a smile, one, whose surname is Jia, and the second, it is false to convert, but true to avoid disaster.It turned out that this person was originally a chief of the military law department of the Kuomintang. He killed many people in the Kuomintang, but he saved a Communist Party. This Communist Party later became a high-ranking official in the new regime. Pick it out and let him enter this Yuantong Temple. Is this worth seeing?Brother Eight is funny, we have more people like this in Chongqing. Old Deng shook his head, squinted his eyes with a smile, and said that the chief of military law had become a master of Taoism in the monk temple, studied the Book of Changes, and became an expert in the Book of Changes.

Oh, eighth senior brother immediately understood, fortune-telling is very accurate? Yes, Lao Deng said, are you interested in playing? In the past, Brother Eight would have sneered at this kind of thing, but now, his state of mind has changed inexplicably.He hesitated for a while, but said yes, let's go and have a look. The first violin and the first cello turned around and walked past several old red bungalows. Lao Deng said that this was the meditation room, the single dormitory for monks.Brother Eight couldn't help laughing, saying that monks still live in the family dormitory?

But the fake monk was not in his dormitory.Other monks said he came back late.Brother Eight was very surprised. Don't monks have very strict discipline?Even if Lu Zhishen was in Mount Wutai, he still had to be restrained.Lao Deng seemed to remember it, and said that this person didn't seem to really belong to Yuantong Temple, and he always liked to go out to drink and so on.Brother Eight laughed and said that it seems that there are monks with flowers in any dynasty.I had no choice but to give up and go back to the regiment's station. During the performance the next night, Brother Eight seemed to go crazy.

I first heard that tickets were not selling very well.But it seems that there are still more than 50%.Although everyone was a little unhappy, but maybe as long as the first performance was a big success, the next few performances might be better.So they are still fully riveted. But when the performance was about to begin, Brother Eight, who might be the youngest violinist in the country, had a sudden whim and opened the middle of the curtain to look into the hall.This look seems to be there. The conductor had already stood up on the podium. Seeing him like this, he couldn't help but get angry, and said, are you crazy?What do people look like to you from outside?

The eighth brother still didn't move.The conductor tapped his ass with his baton.The eighth senior brother suddenly became angry, and he retracted and shouted that no one has the ball, what is it like?As a result, several musicians opened the curtain to spy.Then gasp. It turned out that it was less than 30% of the audience.The conductor knocked on the music table and said, since you want to perform, you must perform, even if there is only one person. Everyone sat lazily in their seats.The eighth senior brother laughed back and shouted, who would like to sit in my seat? "Hey, Liu San, you have been underappreciated for a long time, why don't you come, come and take the top spot!"

Liu San sat in the last row in the first violin group, but he was the only one on the music table, so he seemed to be alone, and he felt a bit sloppy.In fact, this guy is quite good in business. In terms of skills and sense of music, he may not be inferior to the eighth senior brother, but he is almost the so-called chief quality, and it is difficult to cooperate with him as a whole. In the end, he got it to the end, so he is often a little bit aggrieved.Of course, the eighth brother also knew this kind of injustice, and the sarcasm behind his back was that you are a solo musician.This is the professional sarcasm of the theater troupe: If there is a problem with the chorus, it is said that you are a soloist.

Eighth Senior Brother provoked trouble for no reason like this. At that time, Liu San hesitated a little under the eyes of everyone, and then walked towards the first violinist.He holds the violin in his left hand and the bow in his right—all violin players do this, but Liu San is holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, like an early European gladiator.Some people were puzzled, some people found it funny, but some people saw the danger.In the end, this group of people yelled not to hit, and quickly pushed the eighth brother aside.But the swords of the early gladiators had come swiftly.Since the real target had already moved away, the point of the sword landed on the forehead of the replacement target, the commander.

Blood dripped down from the commander's forehead, and a red curtain was hung in front of the eyes - the commander described it afterwards.What's even worse is that the unfaithful director of the show precisely opened the curtain at this time, just after the third ringtone stopped. The eighth senior brother did not blindly avoid it.The brothers who grew up on the pier by the Yangtze River are addicted to doing these things.Liu San knew nothing about Brother Eight's children's skill "Qin Bow and Swordsmanship".Brother Eight grinned, hung the violin and bow in his hand on the music stand in an orderly manner, and grabbed the double bass bow beside him--among all the violin bows, this is the strongest and heavy--to Liu San To stab.The opponent opened his mouth wide for some reason, and the tip of the bow stabbed straight into the chest.Liu San bit the bow and leaned back, flipping under the stage like an acrobatic.

In fact, Brother Eight does not use a violin bow because it is too sharp.He didn't want Liu San to bleed, and he didn't want to inadvertently stab his eyes.The bow of the double bass basically has no point.He only uses it as a stick. Later, the deputy director who had been sitting at the back of the hall, ready to listen to the audience's feedback as before, said that he suddenly found that the repertoire had changed and became "The Revenge of the Danish Prince" (that is, Shakespeare's Hamlet, the end, or climax, of this famous tragedy is a duel of swords between prince and man).What should have been staged was The Marriage of Figaro.It's not strange to change the repertoire, the deputy head said, but the strange thing is how the band is performing it.Unexpectedly, the audience's interest was very high.No one cares about the official repertoire, and it is very popular.Many years later, the deputy director also said, don't blame the public for abandoning the stage play, as long as the performance is exciting enough, the audience will rain from the sky. After Liu San turned down the stage, Brother Eight calmly took his own violin, stood at the entrance of the stage, and played the famous concerto.The band froze for a moment, and then, under the command of the conductor with blood on his face, began to play the concerto from memory.This is a boundary marker.Eighth Brother, of course, there are also a large number of actors who have become famous, and they bid farewell to the stage play forever after this day.After finally confirming the indifference of the public, and biting it himself, I bid farewell to stage plays and art forever. The next day, the eighth senior brother wandered around in Spring City.Chuncheng is small and exquisite, with bright colors, just like a minority girl.Brother Eight wanted to take some pictures.It was an old-fashioned 120 camera, and it took a lot of effort to adjust the shutter, so it was often in vain—you just adjusted it, and the sun was overcast or came out again.The eighth brother couldn't help cursing: the weather in Yunnan is faster than the shutter!Immediately someone next to him laughed.The sound is not loud, but very penetrating, like the wooden fish that is occasionally used in the band, it surprised him, and he turned his head to look.It turned out to be an old man who picked up waste, with a huge backpack on his back and a huge straw hat, his waist was bent badly, and his legs were limping badly. The eighth senior brother wandered all the way, and slowly discovered that the women in Yunnan are not beautiful.It is not pretty.After careful study, I realized that it was because of the skin: dark, yellowish, and thin, far less fair and plump than Chongqing's fair, juicy and plump—Chongqing-style plumpness is not how big a person is (in Chongqing dialect, duitou), but rather It feels that way when I touch it, as the locals say, it looks thin, but it feels fleshy.A more in-depth statement is that the bones of Chongqing girls are made of strips --- naturally think of the princess.The princess is a perfect example of that kind of woman.But the model belongs to someone else.Although it has been several months, every time Brother Eight thinks about it, he has a feeling of being abandoned by all human beings. Walking out of a street, the top of my head was brightly lit, and suddenly I saw the clouds in the sky sticking together in the emptiness: it looked like a ball of paste on one side, and more like a ball of paste on the other side.Brother Eight wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, so he suddenly asked himself what is the purpose of life?Those men and women are really bored, coveting that little bit of comfort, creating some life, and becoming parents themselves, enjoying respect and asking for rewards.Why?I didn't invite any old man to come out!The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he couldn't help but sat down on the side of the street. He smelled the aroma of wine.Well, it's the aroma of wine.booze.At Baisha Wharf, you can always smell the aroma of wine.As soon as you smell the aroma of wine, you know someone is coming to drink.And it took a lot of beating-the wine jar had to be uncovered for a while.It was one of those huge wine jars.It is said that five men's wine jars can be drowned at the same time.Around this kind of wine jar, there are always professional alcoholics who don't look like people or ghosts.Some drunkards will recite some ancient poems, especially the ancient sages who are lonely and only the drinkers leave their names, and then say that they are all nonsense. If Li Bai's poems are not well written, who knows how much he can drink!Everyone laughed happily and drank the wine in the bowl. Brother Eight went to look for the fragrance of wine.He didn't mean to drink, but he didn't know why he wanted to see the place that sold alcohol.Relying on the feeling of his hometown, he turned into an alley, and then turned two more alleys, and saw a cold wine shop that was similar to his hometown with minor differences.The difference is that there is no wine jar that can drown five men-the wine jar here can't even put a head in it.But it is obviously cleaner and more elegant.He stood at the door for a while.No one came to ask what he needed.This is exactly the same as at home.People who drink are the most indifferent to others.From this point of view, a real alcoholic is quite refined - the eighth senior brother discovered this human rule at this very moment. He turned and left.When he looked up, he saw a section of crimson wall.After thinking about it, oh, this place is next to Yuantong Temple!I felt something when I thought about it.It seems that there is something on the back, hey, like the thorns in the book.strangeness.He couldn't help but turn around.This time he felt someone was watching him.Stared at him when he turned, and avoided when he turned.He turned around again and took two steps, and he really felt that way.As if you can't get away. The eighth brother understood that there might be something wrong today.He simply went into the store, sat down, and said to get me two liang of wine.He purposely didn't drink or drink—not even peanuts or beans.That's how you look like a real alcoholic. The wine came.It was a big bowl, which surprised him.Immediately realized: Yunnan is accustomed to the metric system.When you say two taels, it is actually two male taels, four taels.He laughed, feeling that everything was very interesting, and suddenly he liked Yunnan very, very much. He took a sip of his wine.This is his first time drinking in Yunnan.This wine is somewhat different from the sorghum wine in his hometown of Chongqing.He remembered, this is corn wine.In the hotel at Baisha Wharf, people mentioned more than once that the corn wine in Yunnan and Guizhou is also very good.Well, it's really good. Although it doesn't have the thick feeling of sorghum wine, it is more fragrant and softer.He took another swig.Immediately feel that this wine is still very strong.Because he felt as if he let go all of a sudden, and looked at the other drinkers one by one. In this way, he noticed the old man opposite.The old man was sitting in the corner, with little light, and he couldn't see anyone if he didn't pay attention.But the eighth senior brother saw it clearly, the old man was very thin, he felt that from head to toe, his whole body was pointy.The old man was smiling at him.The smile was kind, but there was something about it, as if the old man had known him for a long time.He couldn't help nodding at him and smiling a little too. At this time, he saw the big sash at the door and the broken straw hat on the sash.He reacted: This is the old man.The old man who laughed like knocking on a wooden fish when he said that the weather was faster than the shutter.He opened his mouth involuntarily.Then, some unknown force made him pick up the wine bowl, walk to the opposite side, and sit down beside the old man.In this way, there is the following dialogue. From Chongqing?asked the old man. right.how do you know? Listen to the accent, I also lived in Chongqing in my early years. Where do you live in Chongqing? Huixian Bridge. Oh, and I still live in the downtown area.Then why did you come to Yunnan? I am originally from Yunnan.Why did you come to Yunnan? I am on a business trip. Is it a show? Hey, how do you know? You play the violin. Hey, how do you know? The violin player has something on his face. what? Can't say it, but can see it. Hey, is it so mysterious? It's not Xuan, it's because people are old and have seen a lot. Then, can you old man see what I most want to do now? What you want most is to get rich. Brother Eight was taken aback.But he didn't want to admit it right away: Is this, haha, I can guess too, who doesn't want to get rich? It's different, it's one thing to be intentional, and another thing to be intentional. Ah, old man, are you saying that I have lost my mind?Well, even if it is, how do you see it? It's very simple, you came to this kind of place where people like you shouldn't come. The eighth brother was silent.He felt the power of this statement.Came to the wrong place!But he still didn't want to admit defeat immediately: when a person travels to a place, he can't walk around casually, for example, to see the customs and customs? The old man shook his head.It was the first time he shook his head.Little brother, you are not like someone who walks around casually. The eighth senior brother was taken aback.Can you see this? certainly.The old man narrowed his eyes, pursed his mouth, and laughed. from where?Brother Eight asked hesitantly. It's your eyes. What about the eyes? Eyes. What about your eyes?Appreciate further details.Brother Eight somehow felt as if he had stepped into a martial arts novel. Since the eyes are gods, how can it be detailed? The eighth senior brother couldn't answer the conversation, and didn't know what to do.But the old man continued on: Mr. Lu Xun said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, which is not accurate.It should be said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, right?One look at your eyes brother, you can understand your virtue. What virtue? Whatever you do, it has a purpose. Brother Eight laughed again.Who does things without purpose? It’s still different. For example, I come to drink because I want to feel comfortable. Of course, this is also the purpose, but my purpose is not your purpose, is it? The eighth senior brother didn't say a word for a while.He even had a purpose in not saying a word - he suddenly realized, and couldn't help laughing.Who does he think this is?This guy seems to be able to predict things like a god, but he is not like the fortune tellers on the street, who say some mysterious things.This man said every sentence, seriously, like a professor.Really, people are seriously discussing issues with you. Brother Eight decided to ask for advice directly.Anyway, this is a thousand miles away.He cleared his throat, and asked respectfully: "Is there any way, master, to make me rich?" The old man asked: Are you asking about making a fortune or making a fortune? What is Shuncai? It is to make money in conventional ways, such as doing business, opening mines, and setting up factories. Brother Eight thought for a while, then shook his head inwardly.I don't even have the capital to start a small business, let alone other things.Besides, slow again.People who have made a fortune are old (the important thing is that the princess is old), what's the point?He asked, what about making a fortune? The old man said: The way to make a fortune is known to everyone in the world, there is no secret at all, everyone knows it, so why do you need to ask? It's nothing more than one stealing, two grabbing, three cheating and four gambling, Brother Eight thought, I've already thought about these fucking methods three thousand times.I don't have the guts.Brother Eight said with a shameful smile. Gambling does not require courage, the old man said seriously, it depends on what you bet on. Eighth senior brother suddenly got excited.So I would like to ask the master, why do you not need courage to gamble? For example, in Yunnan, you don't need courage to bet on jade. Betting on jade?Eighth senior brother has never heard of it.It is not even known that jade has anything to do with gambling. The old man patiently told him: Do you know that jade is hidden in stones? The eighth brother didn't know, but he remembered the story of He Shibi that he had learned in middle school: the man named Bian He knew that there was an excellent jade in a stone, and he wanted to present it to the king of Chu, but the king of Chu didn't believe it. , Bian He's legs were cut off.Ah, it turns out that jade and jade are hidden in stones!The eighth senior brother began to nod silently. To see how much jade is in the stone, how fine it is, and how much it is worth is to bet on jade.The local name is Gambling Stone. Eighth senior brother understood immediately with his comprehension of the first violinist.But he continued to ask: Can it be cut open? Why not?As long as you pay for it. That is to say, after cutting it open, if the jade is more than expected, and it is better than expected, you will make money, otherwise you will lose? yes.What you are talking about is locally called Xie, Xie Jie, Xie Yu.But when it is understood, it is already the final stage of gambling on stones. Most of the time, those who do not understand it will just use that stone, which is the blank of jade, to gamble around, and some people will make a lot of money, while others will lose a lot. What should I do if I lose money?The eighth senior brother asked involuntarily. If you lose, you lose.The old man's tone was as light as wine that had been left open all night.If you don't want to commit suicide, you have only habit. Suicide, habit, Eighth Senior Brother muttered to himself.The voice got louder, and people around laughed.But Eighth Senior Brother suddenly realized that he understood. But he suddenly wondered again: Don't you need capital?There is no such thing as gambling without gambling.At Baisha Wharf in his hometown, gamblers have to show their money first.If you gamble empty-handed, you will be beaten violently if you know it. The old man shook his head.Some things require people to go, as long as you go. Brother Eight thought about this sentence.He knew it didn't make sense, but he believed that something might be just that. How he drank the two male corn wine, he couldn't remember afterwards.The old man drank his own wine as a routine, ignored anyone, put on a broken straw hat, put on the huge broken back belt, and limped away.He was severely crippled, limped in both legs, and every step he took seemed to be sitting on the ground.He was thin, but recognizably tall.All his bones were like the organs of his face, sharp against his clothes and trousers.This is a poor man, but by no means an idler.Brother Eight thought.He watched him go in the direction of Yuantong Temple.Then he picked up the wine bowl, only to find that the bowl was empty. Suicide, habit.The eighth brother thought, suddenly felt a lot of joy.If a person does not dare to commit suicide and cannot get used to it, then you are completely like a dog.He remembered that at Baisha Wharf in his hometown, when the water rose every year, some of the brothers and sisters had to swim across the other side.What did you do in the past?do nothing.It just depends on who dares to risk their lives.The strange thing is that those mothers and fathers let these bastards kill their lives.Although there are some people who have played to death, they are still very sad when they cry.Every year there are people who play to death.The Chongqing Civil Affairs Bureau publishes figures every year.The numbers are not small.But it seems that this kind of announcement has no effect. Back at the theater station, talk to Lao Deng about the old man drinking.Lao Deng was stunned for a while, and then said, Is that what you said? It is the fake monk, but how could the fake monk pick up the rags? Talking about what the old man said again, betting on stones.Lao Deng thought for a while and said, I heard about this kind of thing when I was young.It seems that this kind of thing has never stopped from ancient times to the present. If the Cultural Revolution is carried out here, the stones will still be gambled there.However, Lao Deng also said that it seems that people who gamble with stones either get rich or die. The eighth senior brother didn't say a word for a moment.At this moment, he discovered that no matter how many people there are on this earth, there are actually only two ways of living.One is neither getting rich nor dying, the other is getting rich or dying.He couldn't help laughing.He thought, originally, if the princess didn't mess around, maybe everyone would live a life without getting rich or dying.But the princess went to follow the one who made a fortune and survived, this "one who was carried away with a steamer" (Chongqing dialect, refers to things like being robbed of a lover or a chance by someone else. A steamer is a multi-layered steamer. The whole is still there, but it was quietly taken away. This is extremely shameful, and it should be a matter of death) Is it still going on like this? Ask again, how much money do you need to be able to gamble on stones?Old Deng thought about it for a long time, and said hesitantly, he had never heard of anyone who would take a lump of money to gamble on stones.The eighth senior brother who grew up on the pier fully understood now. The next day, shocking news came from the opera house: the first violin had disappeared. This is the last performance in Kunming.Provincial and municipal leaders, as well as heads of brothers' literary and art units, as well as various friendly people, and so on, gathered together.After the second bell rang, there was only one person left in the orchestra, which was the first violin.Immediately there was chaos. There was a burst of allegro-like asking and asking, but there was no result.Finally, Lao Deng, the double bass, said not to ask any more questions, he was definitely not in Kunming anymore. The third bell rang.The opera house had no choice but to go all out, and staged a four-act opera in the absence of the principal, unprecedented and unprecedented.