Chapter 6 Chongqing Personality Baisha Wharf 6

Old Deng was right. Brother No. 8, the chief violinist, was lying on a large truck heading for the southwest border of China when the theater curtain slowly opened.All his money—he sold the 120 camera—was barely enough for the truck driver to agree to take him to Yinjian County.The most important piece of luggage he took with him was the Strasson.What he thought was that if he needed to beg for food, he would beg with this world-class violin. This is how the real life of Brother Eight began. He wrote a letter to Brother Seven in Kunming.He couldn't let White Sands Pier think he was missing.In his letter, he said that he wanted to travel to the border of western Yunnan.It counts wherever it goes, and counts what it encounters.It is also not ruled out to stay in a foreign country after breaking out of the country.

The last thing that cannot be ruled out is that nothing will be gained and the ball will be dead.Then this letter is the will.One, please burn me, transport my ashes back to Chongqing, and bury me inside the stone wall of the ladder, as the senior brother said, paste it with a handful of cement to make it seamless. (Writing here, he thought, maybe I will become the first hanging coffin, and he couldn't help being a little excited.) Second, everyone, don't hold grudges against the princess.People have the right to choose their own life.What's more, she is still a child on our pier after all. If she has difficulties in the future, everyone should try to help her.

He wanted to continue to explain, but found that there was nothing to explain.I can't help being a little surprised, but also a little frustrated.It became clearer that he was actually an insignificant person. Just had to pay the postage. The day after Yinjian arrived, he had a free lunch for the first time in his life.Brother Eight's courage lies in the fact that he still has money in his pocket, but he is determined to eat for free like a desperate refugee.I can't wait until I'm really out of ammunition to be forced to have courage.I'm going to be able to show whatever encounter is needed at any time.I will encounter whatever needs me to encounter.Since I came from one of the largest theaters in China, how could I not perform?What a joke!Since no one was watching the formal performance on the stage, the informal performance below should have its role, he thought.And to eat decently for free, he thought again.I want someone to give it to me for free, but they can't insult me.I must be like a noble man temporarily in distress, and let the far-sighted people come to help me.The book says that there are noble people to help, but only those who are almost noble themselves have noble people to help.It must be so.

As he passed a barber shop, he went in and looked in the mirror.Amitabha, I don't look rich.The typical appearance in my hometown is like this, with a wolf-like thinness and toughness.I just need to lower my eyelids and put away my toughness.If it is said that I have been hungry for a few days, some people will believe it.Amitabha, I am not inferior in appearance.In particular, my nose bridge is straight and long enough (it is said in the book that inferior people tend to have short and sunken noses), if you have a little vision, you will not drive me out like a dog . Despite the scorn from the big wharf, in order to do well, the eighth senior brother deliberately went hungry for three meals.This was the first time he had experienced the pain of willful starvation.Moreover, he believed, people suffered more when they were not necessarily hungry.

He wandered around Yinjian County.This small county on the China-Myanmar border is dirty and messy, with wild dogs running around and having public sex everywhere.The eighth brother thought of the big black male dog named Gang Tan in the senior brother's house-he knew that he was missing his hometown. Ah, it's not started yet, he reminded himself, I must not be weak. He fell in love with a restaurant that sold stir-fried vegetables, rice and Yunnan rice noodles—this is the real Yunnan rice noodles, obviously more authentic than the ones eaten in Kunming.He swallowed his saliva, put on a three-pointed air, stepped in, sat down, asked for wine and food, and reminded himself to eat and drink slowly, especially not to be busy drinking first.

He tried to eat and drink slowly.Listen carefully to the conversation of the person next to you. The conversation at the table near the door caught his attention.The dialect here is a bit heavier than that in Kunming, but you can still hear the general idea.He could tell that there was a remote town not far from here, where there were many stone bets, big and small.His heart moved: How about going to that Pianxiang Town first? Unconsciously, I ate five dishes. At this time, the owner asked, do you have money? He was taken aback.But he was still very calm, and asked if this is the habit here, first ask the customer if he has money?

Generally do not ask, depending on the situation or to ask.said the owner. The eighth senior brother is interested.So what is my situation? Brother, you have been hungry for at least two days.The shopkeeper laughed, took the thick chimney, and blew on the paper twister. The eighth senior brother lowered his head.This is the first lesson.Society is better than genius. But the talented man decided to enter the society.He said that there is still money for today's meal, let's cook a pot of rice noodles. You have to put the money out, said the shopkeeper. The eighth senior brother thought for a while, and realized that it is impossible to force it today.But also unwilling to give in easily.He laughed, sighed, opened the case, and took out the violin.He said: To be honest, I don’t have any cash on me anymore, and I still have the skills to go to the rivers and lakes. Today I will sing and pay back your meal money.Started pulling without any explanation.He played "Toast Song", and seeing the owner was very interested, he played "In the Field of Hope".The sound of the piano attracted some audiences, and their eyes showed admiration.The eighth senior brother couldn't help but feel high-spirited.He said, I will use my craftsmanship to compensate you for your food, and I will make as many as you ask me to.

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper immediately and slowly said no, and left the instrument here. The eighth senior brother was secretly surprised.I have always heard that Yunnan people are kind and have few strings in their heads.Then I realized that boundaries are boundaries. Looking at those onlookers, they left very calmly.He suddenly felt very real—the world. This is the arena.What kind of rivers and lakes is Baisha Wharf?Thinking back to the time when all the brothers and sisters were together, all of them were heroes of the quack.It's funny to think about it now. But he was very, very relaxed.He asked, how much should I pay?Do you still cook rice noodles?Boiled, it is nine yuan and six corners.The owner's answer was calm and serious.I've seen this shop owner too much, Brother Eight thought, he's no longer surprised by it.I thought again, nine dollars and six, my piano, one thousand nine dollars, ah no, ten thousand nine dollars and more!Then this precious Stral is actually my baggage.

He thought, why don't I hand over this burden to the shopkeeper temporarily? He asked, if I bet the instrument here and I took the money to pick it up, would you pick it up? will get it for you.No one messes around here. He believed it instantly.This kind of place is precisely the least messy place.He said that's good, please cook the rice noodles. After eating the rice noodles, he picked up the piano, handed it to the boss, and said, please keep it for me temporarily, and when I get the money, I will come to check out and pick up the piano.After speaking, he turned and went out.

He regretted it as soon as he went out.This world famous piano!Since this violin came into my hands, it has never been handed over to anyone else—it is this feeling that makes him regret it.It's only nine or six yuan, so I handed over a famous piano. I'm afraid it will be bad luck ----------- but he understands that he can't do it himself if he pays the money back now. arrive.It can't be done anyway.Then come back and give the money tomorrow.If something happened to the Qin this day, he would have to admit it.He lost his mind and continued walking without looking back. He had already crossed the road, but he heard the boss behind him calling him back.

He sensed that something had changed.Sure enough, the boss said that it seems that my brother really has no money.If you have no money, it is still okay to treat you to a meal.You take your instrument away, put it here, and the mice will eat it. He was ecstatic.It turned out that the boss was testing him just now.He took the piano case and said thank you boss, I will definitely pay the bill when I get the money. The boss said, it doesn't matter if it's settled or not, just a few dollars. He was on his way again.If you are full, you will be a little floaty.He suddenly understood that he had already gambled just now, and he won the bet.A sense of pride arises spontaneously.It is to dare to gamble, he thought, only if he is not afraid of losing, can he win.In an instant he understood the gambler. Moreover, he fell in love with the people in this place all of a sudden. Brother Eight found out that Pianpian Town, which is only more than twenty miles away from here, likes to gamble with stones.The so-called good gambling is because you can gamble smaller, and at the same time, it is more casual if you are farther away from the county town, and it is easier to see and join in.Like here, if you don't spend a sum of money to convince others that you are going to come for real, then you won't bother to talk to you.But the town is over there, betting on some "broken gravel", you can look around and ask casually.The eighth senior brother has no capital to bet on stones at all, and he doesn't understand the mystery of betting on stones at all. As for how to get tickets from these stones, he is completely empty-to-empty.But no matter what, you have to get close to that pile of rocks——up to now, he has been out of Kunming for a whole week according to the old man in Kunming's instructions. No matter what it looked like, I didn't even take a look at it. Brother Eight embarked on the path to Pianbian Town.This is a red path: its original red soil has been trampled out, and it is broken and broken. It looks like uneven paint on an oil painting.Brother Eight suddenly had an inexplicable feeling.Looking around, the surrounding fields are empty, only the deep blue sky and the clouds above the head. There is no human habitation, and there are no birds in the air. Listen carefully, there is no sound in the air.He is inexplicable, always feel that there is a smell.What smell, he couldn't say, but in short, there should be no smell where there is nothing.Could it be the smell of a tiger?He cracked his lips and shivered.He has been in this world for more than 20 years and discovered no man's land for the first time.No man's land.He thought, walking another quarter, I should see a stone tablet on the side of the road, with a notice engraved on it, saying that there are tigers, which have eaten several people, and pedestrians must travel together before dusk, and so on.This is what Wu Song encountered in Jingyanggang.He got scared and slowed down. He wanted to ask someone for directions.Did I go to Pianxiang Town this way?But he knew there was no one to ask.For the first time, I came to a place where there was no one to ask for directions, he thought, and felt very bleak for a while. For the first time in so many days, he regretted it.Not serious, just a little bit, but I really regret it.Do I have to, he thought, to leave my country to make a fortune in order not to be looked down upon by a woman? But he only regretted it for a short while, because he suddenly encountered a caravan and was looted. After turning a mountain pass hesitantly, he saw a caravan resting on the hillside at a glance.Several men sat there, staring at him motionless.It seemed that they had discovered him a long time ago and were quietly waiting for his arrival. Brother Eight understood from the eyes of these people: danger is coming.Although the eighth senior brother is very young and has little experience, he has long been familiar with the malicious look in his eyes.Among the brothers at Baisha Wharf, as long as there are a few people who have bad intentions for one person, they will look like this.All human beings are the same in terms of eyesight. But he is not afraid.He was a little weird himself.Just now, when I was not facing danger, I was afraid, but now I am not afraid.Not only is he not afraid, but he also has a little desire to joke.And suddenly remembered that the smell in the air just now was actually the smell of horses.Moreover, the dirt on the path has been turned into oil paintings, and that is also because of the horseshoes.It turned out that this path belonged to the caravan. He remembered a movie, and there was a very beautiful song in the interlude: the caravan that rings the bell in the mountain is coming—— The whole process is very simple.One of them shouted at him: Hey, come up.Just as he was about to ask, he saw a gun on another person's lap, and it was a submachine gun, the kind of "flower tube submachine gun" that people in Baisha Pier were familiar with.The clever eighth brother immediately walked up the slope very obediently, and made a very happy look. The caller asked, what's in the box? Brother Eight laughed, thinking that Gou Ri's violin box had finally gotten into trouble.It turned out that this violin case was not in the shape of a violin, but rectangular, and covered with fine sheepskin, light brown, delicate and beautiful.When I first came out of Kunming, I thought about changing it to a violin-shaped box because it would easily cause misunderstandings by gangsters, but I was a bit reluctant to part with the "original match", and secondly, this kind of box is more regular and securely placed—— ---Now, these guys must have thought there was a lot of jewelry in there.He said, I will open you and have a look.Put the box on the ground, ready to open. Unexpectedly, the guy with the gun suddenly yelled that you should not move, and pointed the gun at him. Brother Eight immediately realized that they were afraid that it was a weapon.He said, come and see, there are musical instruments inside.Said and stepped back. A man emerged from the pile of horses, a dirty half-sized man, sprinted to the piano box like a mouse, and opened the box as soon as he raised his hand.Brother Eight thought that Gui'er was more skilled than Lao Tzu. Then half a child reported that it was Huqin.The shouter took a step forward, took out the violin, said Huqin, this is a Mongolian matouqin, um, is this a matouqin? The eighth senior brother held back his laughter and said that it was almost the same.The caller threw the piano on the ground, pulled out the bow, threw it away, lifted the case, and clapped it a few times, all the strings, rosin and so on inside fell out.The guy with the gun over there said it was okay.The speaker closed the piano case and put it on a horse tartar. Ban Dazi ordered, take out the money. The eighth senior brother has long been prepared.Yes, he was well prepared for encountering theft or robbery.With a painful expression on his face, he slowly and slightly tremblingly took out two or three yuan in small change from his trouser pocket, and then took out twenty yuan from the pocket of his jacket, and handed them to the half-baby.It feels like this should be all the property. He said, you can search.He turned his pockets out.But half a child ignored this set.He suddenly tore off Brother Eight's trousers, his underwear, and the zipper on the inner layer of his underwear. He rolled his real inventory into a roll, totaling four hundred yuan, and seized it. Then, he raised his chicken feet The same hand gave Brother Eight a skillful slap across the face.Brother Eight's nose bleeds.He was very surprised, Guier is so expert! The middle-aged man grabbed the violin and was about to smash it to the ground, but the eighth senior brother closed his eyes in real pain.But I heard the gunman say don't smash it. The man with the gun asked, where are you from?Brother Eight said it was from Kunming.He understood that it would be more dangerous if he was a foreigner far away.Probably because of the music, he is more able to imitate the dialect, and he thinks that these words are still like Kunming. Where to live in Kunming? Yuantong Temple.He said "Yuan" as "Yan". Inside Yuantong Temple?The other party laughed sarcastically. Outside, of course.He said "dang" as "dan". Where is it outside? Not far from the liquor store. What kind of wine do you sell? corn wine.He referred to "jade" as "yi". where are you going? Brother Eight pointed to the front and said the small street ahead. What to do? find friends. Which is the friend? Like I said, you don't necessarily know each other.He said this for time to think.He felt that this sentence was the most authentic Yunnan dialect, and he was quite proud of it for a while. Several people looked at each other and laughed.Apparently they knew everyone in the town. The eighth senior brother also laughed.He was very strange afterwards, and he admired himself because of it, but he still laughed, really laughing.He said that people call him Ma La Ke. This is when he was swindling food and drink in Yinjian County, and he heard someone call another person.At that time, he turned his head and looked, and the person who was called was a pockmark.Later, he met some pockmarks on the street, and thought for a moment, maybe there are many pockmarks in this area? Several people didn't say a word, as if tacitly acquiescing that there was such a pockmark that this kid knew in the town. Suddenly, the gunman said, you play this bullet and listen.He was referring to the violin.It had already been dropped on the ground by half-children at some point. The eighth senior brother took two steps forward and picked up the qin and bow.This is the first time he has picked up this world-class violin from the ground since he fished it out of the hail of bullets more than a decade ago.Some red sand was stained on the piano, he thought about it, but didn't dare to remove it.He thought that what this guy said meant that he didn't understand this thing at all.There was a surge of pride in him that was well-supplied, and it quickly turned into an urge to show off.He tunes.Then quickly pull up Paganini's Second Concerto.This is the most "noisy" thing about Paganini - more than one person said that, including colleagues.Like a princess, she admired him so much earlier, but as soon as he plays this song, she will say forget it, let's play the serenade. He kept pulling.It will take twenty minutes to complete this piece.In less than three minutes, the gunman said, hey, pull another one, will you pull Sanjie Liu? Brother Eight firmly shook his head and said, this kind of qin can't play that kind of song. Yep?Several people were confused, so, the speaker carefully asked, what about "Ten Sisters"? "Top Ten Sisters" is a Yunnan folk song. It doesn't work either. Well, the one with the gun understands something, and asks, what about "Sailing the Seas Rely on the Helmsman"? The eighth brother shook his head. Then, the gunman smiled sarcastically, and the five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, right? right. The gunman pointed the gun at him suddenly, and said softly that if you don't pull out the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind today, I will kill you right away.He raised his chin, and the half-child bent down and began to untie his shoelaces. Untie your shoelaces?The eighth senior brother was a little puzzled.But immediately reacted: strangled to death.When I was at Baisha Wharf, once I made a bet, Old Eleven with a rural household registration strangled the famous big wolf dog Rhubarb with a shoelace.Rhubarb is in charge of guarding the guns and ammunition of the shooting club. He has a national household registration. Eighth Senior Brother started to cry.He was surprised that he could cry whenever he wanted, but later he admired himself very much.He said that you are going to kill me, and I have no choice. This instrument is foreign, and the strings are tuned with twelve equal temperaments (when he said twelve equal temperaments, he peeked at their faces and felt Their low self-esteem) is divided into semitones one by one, and they are used to play chords specially, listen, there are several voices coming out at the same time (said several chords immediately. He saw the gunman nodded slightly ) And this is used by others to teach Western music theory, and our Chinese music is like a donkey's hip and a horse's hip, which can't be combined----donkey's hip and horse's hip, which make each other happy.In this sudden pleasure, he simply pulled up the chromatic practice in Kreuter's etude.This moan-like upward and downward series of semitones dragged down the entire caravan. The person who has not spoken coughed and asked if you want to go out? Just as he was about to ask where he was going, he suddenly realized: they were talking about leaving the country.They think I'm a fugitive.He fights quickly.He felt that, in this situation, it was the least safe to say that he was a good person.He went out as soon as he could. The man with the gun stood up slowly, and all the horses began to wag their tails and move their hooves.Then the caravan began to move forward.The horse bell rang, jingling, not loud, but it seemed to penetrate into the center of the earth. Brother Eight watched the caravan leave.He wasn't afraid that they would go back on their word and come back and shoot him, or take the violin away anyway.He wondered why he wasn't afraid.Later, he recalled the robbery more than once, and gradually developed contempt and sympathy for people who had never been robbed before. Holding the piano in his left hand and the bow in his right hand, he walked towards Pangxiang Town.Looking down, he felt like a soldier with shield and sword. The eighth senior brother was carrying a violin, wandering around the border town.He is truly penniless. But he didn't panic, and he didn't have the so-called desolation in his heart.At a glance, he understood this kind of place, relying on a musical instrument, you can't find money, but you can't starve to death. He is completely hungry.He decided to find a restaurant, play a song, and ask for a meal.He was sober: he couldn't wait until he lost the strength to ask for it. But the town is much bigger than he imagined, although most of the houses are low and dilapidated.It is difficult to see buildings; even if there are, they do not have the posture of buildings.There is more than one street—there are several branch roads, some of which lead to the same low hillside: there are actually dense bamboo and wooden houses on the slope, which looks exotic on the one hand, and somewhat like Baisha Pier on the other—he The white sand pier in my childhood. There are a lot of dogs in this place.At first he was a little nervous, but later he found that these dogs basically had no temper. Later, at a small street, he saw two middle-aged men holding a string of ropes, controlling a group of dogs, about twenty or thirty.Both hands were bleeding.It seems that there are also dogs who understand their own prospects and dare to die. At best it was death.he thinks.This life is picked anyway. At this time, he passed by a small hotel, and saw a girl leaning against the door, she was so beautiful that he was secretly surprised.It's Yang Likun (actress of the heroine in the movie "Five Golden Flowers", whose beauty caused a stir for a while, but was persecuted and mentally disturbed)!The strange thing is that her skin is white, smooth and supple, not at all like the people here.The girl looked at him without fear.The eighth senior brother was very happy for a while.He found that her eyes were very special, with large pupils and very transparent, but not black, but the color of brass—by the way, like a tiger's eyes.Alas!There is also a pair of tiger eyes!He opened his mouth in surprise. The girl finally lowered her eyes, and the corners of her mouth moved, as if she was smiling.Then he turned around, took two steps, and leaned against the door frame on the other side.It feels like, you saw my side just now, now I will show you this side too.Brother Eight found it interesting, so he simply looked at her seriously.Her breasts are full and stretched tremblingly; her waist is so thin that the clothes seem to be hollow; her hips and thighs are also full and stretched tremblingly.There is also the triangular part under the belly that is stretched, like a steamed bun.For the first time in his life, Brother Eight was so strongly stimulated that his stomach felt tight and he was about to ejaculate.He was taken aback and hurried over.He thought this is not a person, it is completely a prostitution. After walking for a while, it seemed to calm down.But he found himself wanting to go back.He fights with himself not to do things that don't work.No, he felt that there was a force beyond his control that was at the mercy of him.He sighed and walked back. Walking to the door, the woman was gone.Brother Eight was very disappointed.But people really calmed down.But just when he was about to leave and was seriously looking for food, he heard someone calling him, saying hey don't go, don't go.It sounds like a man, but it looks like a woman.The eighth senior brother couldn't help but stepped in.I saw a woman inside waving to him, and said come on, play some music to listen to. The eighth senior brother couldn't help but be overjoyed.This woman actually knew that what I was talking about was music!This is simply an acquaintance in a foreign land!He raised his legs and stepped in, and suddenly felt that he still had the strength and mood to joke around, so he asked Aunt how did you know that this could play music? The woman called aunt said, I saw you pull in the county.The eighth senior brother immediately understood that he had failed at the shopkeeper's debt, and was seen by this woman.It turned out that this woman was also in the audience at that time.He was instantly embarrassed.After thinking about it, he simply smashed the pot in front of the old woman.He said that I haven't eaten yet, so I can't pull it. The aunt said that this is easy to handle, so cook a bowl of rice noodles for eating.Just whispered to someone inside, what to do.Then she said to him, sit down.Brother Eight sat on a stool against the wall and looked at the aunt.Auntie is dark-faced like most Yunnanese, but not as thin as ordinary Yunnanese.She's basically fat, he thought.He picked up the violin and tuned it.He asked, pull what? Whatever you want, said Mama. The eighth senior brother who was hungry suddenly wanted to play a prank.He has not been happy for days.He thought for a moment, and pulled up "Song of the Wanderer".Composer by Sarasate of Spain.It's a pretty difficult solo piece.Of course, he only pulled a fraction.Then he raised his head and asked if he could hear you? Aunt said it sounds good, it sounds good. Do you know what is said in this music?do not know?Let me tell you, it means a performer like me, who walks around as a performer. That person is much more energetic than you, and not as thoughtless as you.The aunt laughed. Brother Eight also laughed, thinking don't talk about it, this old lady really understands.He said: People are a group, I only have one. At this time, a burst of aroma rushed into the nose.He looked up and was startled: the girl serving the meal is the one who was leaning against the door just now! Brother Eight sighed inwardly, if I had money, I would live in this store and never leave.Suddenly thinking of the princess, I feel that I can't catch up with this girl.He named her in his heart: Jinhua.He picked up the bowl and ate the rice noodles. Just as he sucked the rice noodles into his stomach like drinking water, it rained.Brother Eight turned his head to look out in surprise, and felt that the rice noodles in his bowl were hanging all over the sky. Brother Eight knew that he had to live in this shop.But he has not had a penny for several days.He was thinking about how to speak, but met the aunt's eyes.This gaze was like a bead popping out, and with a bang, his body trembled, making the sound of violin plucking. The aunt asked: Brother, are you going to rest here? The eighth brother said seriously: I can't afford the rent.The aunt asked: Do you have any other skills?He said: I can only pull this thing. The aunt said: You are young, you should have strength, and you should be able to push tofu? The eighth brother remembered that all the brothers often have dinner together - there is not a single time where they don't push bean curd.No one is willing to push hard, usually under the arrangement of the second senior brother, they take turns pushing.For a moment, the eighth senior brother missed his hometown very much.He said, of course it can. The aunt rolled her eyes, curled her mouth, gave a ghostly smile, and flicked her big butt, come on. The aunt put him in the third floor, which is a room on the top floor.The room is not big, with five beds squeezed together.The bed was covered with straw mats, which were worn black.The eighth senior brother wondered who he was going to live with tonight. He fell on a random bed and fell asleep. It was night when I woke up.He looked at his watch. It was only a little past nine o'clock. Although he was still tired, he didn't feel sleepy.I want to read a book, but there is no book, I want to play the piano, and I feel that the surroundings are quiet.He couldn't help leaning against the small window where the air was coming out, pushed it open, and looked out. This time, I saw a good show.In another house, a man and a woman are doing that kind of thing. The eighth senior brother wants to bully the two old sluts, and he has to turn on the lights to do this kind of thing!Both had gray hair, but both seemed plump and smooth.Eighth senior brother didn't pay attention to the movements on the bed at first.I suddenly saw a naked naked body being singled out.It's a man.Rub your own thing up and down with both hands.Only then did I see a woman lying next to her, who was also half naked.The stomach and legs are black and thick, but the middle section is actually white. If it weren't for the hair, I would think it was wearing white underwear.Even though she was an old woman, it still made his heart feel hot and his lower body tight.The man turned over, lay on the woman's body, and started to fuck.Everything is as the eighth brother imagined.Poor eighth senior brother not only didn't do it, he didn't even watch it.The woman was still writhing sideways and pressing the man's buttocks with her hand.This opened the eyes of Brother Eighth, a boy boy in his twenties.Inexplicably, he raised his fist and hit the wall. He pulled down his pants and tried to masturbate.Just then, the door opened by itself.It took him by surprise.He was about to close the door when he saw the aunt floating in like a cloud.What happened next, the eighth senior brother was not very clear about it later, and after that.All I saw was that the aunt lifted her gown and lay down on the bed.The section in the middle of her is also the same as the woman below, a section of snow-white fat dotted with a mass of black hair.Brother Eight quickly finished that kind of thing with her.For a moment it felt like the sky was falling.The aunt scolded him: Why panic, haven't you done it? Brother Eight couldn't help feeling ashamed.He said I didn't do anything. The aunt sighed, alas, what a pity!Big Mom began to slap his ass gently.Brother Eight recalled his childhood feelings.The aunt is exactly like the mother in coaxing him to sleep.And the old woman knew lullabies perfectly.Although she didn't hum, he had already heard it.He fell asleep very comfortably.But after only sleeping for a short while, she was woken up by the aunt.Her hand fiddled under him, making the one like an iron rod.At this time, he suddenly realized: No wonder the northerners say it is awesome. This second time, Brother Eight became a little more patient.Only then did I have a little experience. The aunt appreciated: Yes, your tofu is pushed well.The eighth senior brother was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed. The old man said push tofu, so this is it.And he suddenly understood: the affair between men and women he saw just now was arranged, acted out for him, and teased him up. This is no ordinary hotel. For breakfast the next day, there were two poached eggs.The eighth senior brother immediately understood the intention of the owner aunt.The dog day still wants to plan for a long time.He looked at the continuous rice noodle-like rain.He felt a little ashamed and a little proud. Every time he came across that golden flower, as long as there was no one around, he would look at her wantonly, his eyes like a brush, swiping up and down, left and right.But she just lowered her eyes and pursed her mouth, brushing it as you like. Two days later, he saw gambling stones for the first time.It's in Auntie's little shop.The aunt opened a drawer casually, and there was a pile of large and small stones in it, yellow, yellow and green. It turned out that as long as the customer can buy a stone, they don't need to charge for food and lodging for a few days. The two guests were drinking here, making some jokes with the aunt.The accent sounds like it's from Kunming.Jinhua came and went, bringing tea and wine.The older of the two looks like a matouqin.The younger one has very light hair, like a bald head, and Brother Eight called him a fugitive in his heart.Matouqin is obviously obscene and courageous.Deliberately touched Jin Hua's thigh and butt with her hand.Jin Hua neither accommodated him nor avoided him, she was fine. Brother Eight thought that this golden flower might be a prostitute, at least to attract business from the inn.He thought, when I have money, the first thing I will do is to get her.After eating and drinking for a while, Matouqin said: "Bring me the stone and let me have a look."The aunt opened the drawer again.Matouqin pawed and pulled twice, and said: Are they all from Laochangkou?Aunt said you don't get watery, it's from Damakan. (Brother Eight found out later that the entrance is an area where jade is produced. There are many small entrances within a large entrance, and each small entrance also has a name.) Matouqin nodded, convinced, Reaching out to push the drawer back, he turned around and picked up the wine to drink.The aunt laughed, opened the drawer again, and said it belonged to Lao Changkou.The eighth brother later learned that different venues have their own goods, which vary from time to time.For example, most of those in Laochangkou are not as good as those in Damakan. Matouqin took out a piece, the size of a goose egg, like half a steamed bun, and it was gray and like a lump of meat.There are some green stripes on it, and some yellow stripes. The aunt said, this is Xiao Mo's side talk, it's a bit dry, and it's worthless.How much do you want?Matouqin asked. The aunt said five or six thousand is still needed.The eighth senior brother was taken aback.The shopkeeper's aunt does not specialize in the jade business, but just makes small troubles by the way, and it turns out to be an astronomical figure.It is conceivable that stone gambling is a business. The fugitive hadn't said a word, and then he said softly in a muffled voice: six hundred yuan.The aunt immediately said: You took it.This shocked the eighth senior brother again, how could it be heaven and earth. Matouqin said to take it.The eighth brother thought he was going to hand over the stone to them, but the aunt put it back in the drawer.Later, I learned that the delivery was only made when the customer left.It means that you can eat and live for a few days. The whole process takes no more than five minutes.Then it's like nothing happened. The eighth brother thought that the motouqin might be sleeping on Jinhua on this doggy day.His heart couldn't help but prick. But at night, he found that there was no such thing.Instead, there were two young girls who didn't know each other sitting in the aisle on the second floor. When they saw him approaching, they looked up at him, seeming to like him very much.Seeing him walking straight past, his head slowly drooped, as if he was a little disappointed.He didn't understand what they meant for a while.Later he heard the Matouqin and the fugitive came back, as if they were muttering to the two girls, he couldn't help poking his head quietly from upstairs, and saw that the two guys each led a girl and entered a room.Only then did he understand.Of course, he thought, the two of them, of course they hope that I will do that.He couldn't help being proud for a second, and then completely depressed.I don't have the qualifications yet, girl, I can only fuck old women. The faces and figures of these two girls are far from Jin Hua's.According to Baisha Wharf, the river went to the opposite door.Isn't this because people are hungry and prefer bran instead of rice? Or, the price tag of Jinhua is too high? But no matter what, Eighth Senior Brother heaved a long sigh of relief. After a while, the aunt came as usual.This time, I added a trick, asking Eighth Senior Brother to eat her tits.他看着她那两个半袋米一样的东西，感到恶心，便只用手去搓。她却要他拿嘴去。 他说：好嘛，你等一会儿，我问你，你屋头养得有姑娘，细皮嫩肉的，你的客人为啥还要到外面去叫丑八怪？ 大妈将他盯着，很是盯了一阵，终于说：我给你说了也好，免得你起鬼心，拐几个弯还把老娘也害了，她是个麻风病。 what!他失声大叫。他心想可惜了可惜了。 “所以她特别的红头花色。这种病，起头时，都是叫人不一般的好看呢。” 他立刻明白了，为什么金花常常站在门边。那是招顾客进店的鱼饵。这种病应该隔离的呀，他说，你不怕她传染人？ 她这个其实只是血液传染，你没看我和她吃饭都不分碗筷的吗？ 那么她自己知不知道？Of course I do. 她心里不难过吗？难不难过，都是没有办法的呀，以后慢慢的人要难看的，那时候才要送到一个集中的地方去的。 这种病死得很造孽的哟，大妈拿根指头戳他的额头，警告：到后来是一身慢慢烂，烂死，先烂肉，后烂骨头。 八师兄想，这样一个如花的女子，别人不敢碰她，她也得不到男人，岂不是白做了一世的女人？而且就这么漂漂亮亮的等着变丑，也太残酷了一点吧？也太傻了一点吧？未必就没的一个那种男的，管球不了那么多，同这样的仙女快活几年，到了发病的时候，一根绳子结果了自己。有什么了不起？人如此这般的活一场，真的就不值吗？ 大妈问：你害怕了吗？八师兄鼻子一哼，但是说：我们那地方从来没有听说过这种病。 大妈笑起来，有点得意，突然又想起什么似的，问他：你那个乐器，好象是个好的东西，为啥连个盒子也没得？ 八师兄笑起来，说：你为啥不再问问我为什么一件行李也没有？ 大妈说：你是不是遭了抢？八师兄就把遭遇马帮的事说了。 大妈说：噢，那是缅甸的人。 恩，八师兄感到意外，缅甸的人？缅甸的人这么凶？ 是住在缅甸的，也可能是缅甸人，也可能是中国人。你很聪明，没让他们杀掉你。 他们何必杀掉我呢？东西已经都拿去了嘛。 那些人不是专门的土匪，是给别人当运输的，要常常跑这个线路。不把你杀掉，怕你以后报仇。 那么为什么又不杀我呢？ 因为你说了，到偏偏镇来找个麻子。你说的还是麻腊壳。 这偏偏镇里头，真的还有个人叫麻蜡壳？ 真的有个麻蜡壳，大妈说，被你说到了，所以我说你聪明。 八师兄兴奋起来。他想我命不该绝，所以可以歪打正着。但也不能说是纯粹的歪打正着，因为我有判断，认定了这一带少不了麻子。你们这里，麻子为什么要叫成麻腊壳呢？ 我明天给你看一种石头你就懂得了的，大妈说，有一种石头就是那种样子的，里面可能有玉，也可能没有玉。 八师兄立刻明白了。但他不再细问下去。他不能让老东西发现他对石头的注意。 那么我们这里的麻腊壳住在哪里？he asks. 大妈说，是个老木匠，住在镇子外面的农村里面，离这里有一两里路。 那些缅甸人，听说我要去找麻腊壳，就不杀我了，这是为哪样？ 这个麻腊壳会医病，会配药，马帮有病了，都要找他的。那么对他的客人就不该乱来的了。 八师兄觉得神秘。边境真的神秘。还有这个老木匠麻腊壳，也很神秘。他灵机一动，问，既然是个木匠，那他可不可以给我这个乐器做只盒子呢？ 没得问题的，你找他就是了。 问题是，我开不出工钱的，总不能也帮他推豆腐吧？ The two laughed.大妈说：你就给他讲是我喊你去的，不得要你的工钱。 大妈又说，我还说你聪明的是，你怪头怪脑给他们拉一些外国调调。如果拉他们听得来的，那么最低限度他们也要把这个手提琴拿走，弄得不好还要叫你跟着他们走到缅甸，一路上叫你拉来听新鲜，解闷。 果然如此，八师兄想。他庆幸当时的预感，再一次佩服自己的聪明。 当天晚上八师兄似梦非梦的，一个非常完整的，属于中国古典文学的故事来到他紧闭的眼睛里。说是在某一个朝代，有个书生上京赶考，住进了一个旅馆。店主的女儿非常漂亮，而店主也愿意将女儿许配给这个书生，而且就在当天完婚圆房。但是就在书生急于宽衣解带时，那女儿阻止了他，实话相告，自己有一种病，活不长的。有一个办法，能将这病过渡给别人，自己的病就没有了。这办法就是同房。同房之后，男的就会得上这种病，标志就是眉心会出现一颗小小的粉红的痣，而女的没病了的标志也是自己眉心的那颗痣消失了。这一带的人都知道这情况，所以没有人来娶她的。书生是远来之人，不知情，所以被父母弄来当替死鬼。但是女儿真的爱上了这个书生，不忍相害，故以实相告。 书生很是感动，发誓考中状元，将娶她为正妻，要遍寻天下名医为她治病。女子给了他盘川，趁天没亮悄悄让书生逃走。 书生被女儿放走，父亲大怒，便将女儿锁进柴屋，从此不许外出，对外称书生将女儿带走了。这样过了半年，女儿病重，书生杳无音信，慢慢地绝望起来。有一天半夜，她被一种响声惊醒，趁着月光，看见屋梁上盘着一条粗大的蟒蛇。她初初很是害怕，一想又不怕了，若是被蟒蛇咬死，也好也好。就闭上眼睛等着。结果她听到扑通一声，原来蟒蛇掉进了大酒缸里，淹死了。那酒突然就变得很红，发黑。她想这个就是毒酒了，喝这毒酒了结了也好也好。就伏到酒缸沿上大喝了一气，然后躺到床上等死。却没死，出了一通油汗，脱了一层皮，病居然好了，眉心的红痣消失。 次日，外面敲锣打鼓，中了状元的书生接她来了。 八师兄突然清醒过来。他想这个哪里是梦，是武侠小说里读来的吧？不，不是读来的，是听来的，在家乡白沙码头的茶馆里听评书听来的。他想起了那个声嘶力竭面带菜色的评书先生。这先生很辛苦，其实也挣不了几个钱，但是他很得意，你听到最紧张的时候，他突然会把惊堂木一拍。 这故事大团圆结了尾，八师兄也就跟着醒了来。他感到自己才真正出了一通大汗，油腻油腻的。 他扭过头，去看窗外那不得见的夜。夜里是雨打芭蕉。在家乡白沙码头，也有夜深雨打芭蕉的，但和这里的声音不同。怎么说呢，家乡的，有点象指甲敲在小提琴的面板上（这也是一种演奏方法，通常用在合奏里），而这里的象敲击大提琴。这里的芭蕉叶非常的肥厚，油浸浸的，每每看到都想去啃上两口。还有呢，这里的雨，没有大风来搅和，下得比较顺溜，声音象柔和的行板-------八师兄突然感到内心愉快而温暖，感到突然之间很喜欢这个从来都不知道，八秆子打不着，做梦都来不了的地方。这会儿他非常想念金花。他明白自己爱上了这个麻风病的绝色女子。而且，不知为什么，自己同她，连话也没说上几句，却有一种自己人的感觉。这种感觉甚至比跟公主的还强。他想象着金花这会儿就躺在身边，自己很亲昵的搂着她，告诉她很爱她-------不，不是要同她那个，啊不，也不是因为怕她而不敢那个，就是爱你，很爱你。What's going on?他自问，知道她是这个病了，以后居然突然就爱上了她。而且，更奇怪的是，如果能好好的和她爱一场，就是也得了一样的病，也并不害怕的。锤子！他捶了一下床板，怕个锤子！最多不过一个死！哪个不死？万岁万岁万万岁的，不也死了吗？ 他打定主意，要接近金花。大妈肯定不会允许我接近的。嘿嘿，那有什么不好办？ 从次日开始，八师兄做起很是害怕麻风病的样子。但他做得很鬼，让大妈觉得他很害怕，让金花觉得他不怕。比如夹菜，金花夹过的地方，大妈注意到的，他就夹那块地方的对面，但只要老东西没有注意到，他就专夹那里。 如是几番，金花自然有觉察，悄悄投过来欣喜的笑。八师兄心中甜甜的，很美。 有一次，金花夹的菜里有一小片肥肉。她大概不喜欢吃肥肉的吧，就将它挑出来，放在碗边。过了一会儿大妈转身去添饭，他乘机伸筷子夹过那片肥肉，在她惊谔的目光中得意洋洋的扔进嘴里。待老东西转过来，两人已无表情。这种配合，天衣无缝。他明白爱情已经来到心间。 这天下午，大妈带着金花出去了。八师兄想起好几天没摸小提琴了，便取了出来，随意地拉拉。渐渐的有些动了情。想自己，本是一个未来的演奏家，甚或小提琴大师，放弃了一个大剧院首席的位置，浪迹天涯，给一个老女人当小白脸，只为混个肚儿圆，真是为了哪般啊！他左手持琴，右手持弓，闭了眼睛，端坐着，正象排练新曲目时听指挥讲谱子。 他思忖半晌，终是认定，宁愿现在，不愿以往。现在可能是在糟蹋生命，以往则是在浪费生命。浪费不如糟蹋。 他举琴上肩，弓子一搭上弦，就发出一个响亮的大和弦。他吃了一惊——怎么拉起贝多芬来了？这是老贝的D大调协奏曲，充满了英雄气，有那么点咬牙切齿，拉着总有点拼命的感觉。在这里，只能拉贝多芬，他想。 拉了多久，不知道，电灯一亮，把他吓了一跳。原来天已经黑了，大妈和金花都回来了。一起进屋的，还有好几个人。有亲戚朋友，也有来住店的。有一个人，看不出男女，也看不出岁数的，八师兄内心叫他阴阳人。阴阳人两手上共戴了八只戒指，有金有银有玉石。阴阳人一进屋就端起大烟筒。这家伙显然见过大世面的，因为他叫八师兄拉的这个为“歪哦零”。那是小提琴的英语叫法。他说这个拉小夜曲小夜曲好听，你拉个小夜曲嘛。八师兄就想同他较较劲了，就问哪个的小夜曲？阴阳人翻起眼睛想。八师兄就有点迷惑。他还真能想起吗？嘿，他还真的想起了，清清楚楚的说舒伯特。八师兄吃了一惊，明白了这个地方是什么人都有的。 八师兄给阴阳人拉舒伯特的小夜曲。其他人乱哄哄的不知道各自干些什么，只有他一个人站在面前，专心专意的听。八师兄有些感动，真是难得他乡遇知音了。不由拉得很是上劲。拉这种曲子，还从来没有这么上劲过呢！拉完了，阴阳人十分满意的点点头，说实在是拉得太好了。左右看看，突然就抹下一颗戒指，闪电般的装进八师兄的衣兜里，拍拍他的肩膀，低低说了声莫给别个讲了。若无其事的走开了。 八师兄一阵云里雾里，有点象对着熟悉的乐谱莫名其妙，仔细一看是倒放了。但他很快就镇静下来，就象把乐谱正了过来。 突然有人叫：唱个歌嘛！哪个唱个歌嘛！又有人叫：倒包谷酒出来喝！一阵嘻嘻哈哈，大妈咳嗽一声就唱了起来。 原来大妈还是很能唱歌的呢！她试音似的唱了半句，停下来，问八师兄，我们云南的十大姐，你会不会拉？八师兄听也没听过，但他说，你只管唱，我都能伴奏，没问题的。大妈唱了半句，他就听出来了，一个标准的自然小调，随便拨，任何时候都是协调的。“山茶那个开那么山茶花，十呀个大姐采山茶”，众人立刻鼓掌。老东西唱得真还不错，八师兄想，狗日生命力十分旺盛。“小呀哥，我说给你，”老东西唱到这里，一手叉腰，一手伸个指头，往八师兄鼻梁上一按。众人快乐无比的笑起来。老东西更加得意，“十呀个大姐采山茶”，伸手向他胯下这么摘了一下。众人越发快乐。八师兄想起大师兄与人格斗时的“仙人摘桃”就是这样的动作，恍然的明白，老东西可能是有武功的。那么她每晚上来我这里，就是说书人说的采阳了。心中不由警觉。我不能由着这老家伙把我熬成药渣了！ 就这么想着时，瞥见金花的脸色——金花在恨那老东西。她一定是不喜欢老东西这样做。她的眼光就象喷雾杀冲剂，直直地喷在老东西的背上。老东西转过身来，她才将眼皮耷拉下，把那喷枪藏起来。八师兄看在眼里，强烈的兴奋直冒出来。只有小孩子才这样表示自己的不满，他又想。这一瞬间八师兄料定了，金花是个单纯的姑娘，尽管她天天靠在门口引客人进门。而且她喜欢我，他想。胸膛里头有一种粘粘的甜，象小时候非常爱吃的软糖。 众人喝的酒，八师兄从没喝过。只觉温柔又过瘾，界于甜酒和白酒之间。一个络腮胡告诉他，这个叫扎酒，高粱酿造的。和高粱酒大不一样啊，八师兄说。那一边鹰勾鼻说，高粱白酒，是蒸馏酒，底下烧火，酒精蒸发出来，又冷却，就是白酒，不烧火，用压榨，把液体泌出来，就是这种扎酒。当然，也还是要勾兑一下的。八师兄想这些人，恐怕天底下没有他们不晓得的事情了。 这些人赌酒。但他们不划拳，说划拳费精神。他们掷子。赌酒到一定时候，突然就赌起钱来。最象个赌徒的络腮胡却不参加，坦言我怕输。银洋人就说他，说那你就不可能赢了噢。八师兄就想起了白沙码头的老不退火。那老家伙也爱说不赌不会输，不错，但只有敢赌才能赢。他想全世界的赌徒是一家。 这些人喝酒，来时既不一起来，走时也不一起走。喝到有鸡叫的时候，就只有阴阳人和八师兄了。这之前走的那个几乎就没有说过话的年轻人，有一个可怕的绰号，叫疳疮。疳疮就是疥疮吧，是要传染的。阴阳人笑着说，狗日的不知从哪里得来的，挨着把大家传染了一遍。然后他笑咪咪的说，“宁和麻风同铺，不和疳疮同屋”。八师兄立刻感到他话里有话。这里的人说的同铺，绝对不只是挨着睡觉。这让他想起白沙码头那个老不退火，似乎也说过这样的话，而且向众人暗示，他是睡过麻风女子的。他说麻风女子特别的水嫩，还不是你一般的女子可比的。你如果不敢去睡，你也可能是安全了，你也可能是可惜了。“也不过就是赌博嘛，”老不褪火轻描淡写的说，“不赌当然不会输，但是只有敢赌才能赢哪。嘿嘿。”说这话的时候，号称睡过麻风病的老不退火已经七十多了。那么他的意思------把师兄正在寻思，阴阳人却站起来，打算走了。但他没有就走，从裤兜里摸出一把小玻璃管，大模大样的派在八师兄眼前，说：收好了兄弟，这是孙悟空的瞌睡虫子，可以让你睡个好觉。八师兄立刻明白：蒙汗药！其实，这里的人要用蒙汗药，他早就隐隐约约的有所料，但象这样一把一把的摸出来，却是完全没有料到。没容他多想，对方已经给他装进了衣兜，低低地说：黄的来得慢去得慢。说罢扬长而去。 八师兄回到自己屋里，还没有睡意。他摸出那些小玻璃管来看。有点象装中药六神丸的小管。再看，果然是两种：一种是黄粉，量较多，另一种是白粉，量较少。 黄的来得慢去得慢。那么，白的应该是来得快去得快了。he thinks. 他又琢磨：阴阳人的意思，肯定是要我不要怕金花有麻风病，要敢于去同她睡觉，尤其是趁现在她的病还在早期的时候。那么这蒙汗药用去麻翻谁呢？难道把金花麻醉了来那个？那不是犯罪吗？再说我八师兄也不屑于用这种办法来得到一个女子呀！ 对了，我应该去麻翻老东西。老东西也知道有些人是不怕金花的病的，所以她把金花看得很死。在这店子里不用说了，没有机会的，老东西只要外出一小会儿，都要把金花带上。晚上老东西是带着金花睡在一间屋子里的。只要一阵子她醒不过来，自己和金花就可以要怎样便怎样。