Chapter 7 Chongqing Personality Baisha Wharf 7

A few days later, the eighth senior brother walked into the mountains alone according to the aunt's instructions.He is going to find an old carpenter to make a piano case.Originally, I only needed to take the violin, but after thinking about it, I decided to take the bow as well.There is sparse farmland here, and the crops don’t look good, they are thin, and the trees on the hillside are similar to those on Nanshan Mountain in Chongqing.This made him feel the fertility and abundance of his hometown—this is a question he had never thought about before: Is my hometown rich? Looking at it this way, this place really looks like a frontier.There can't be a rich frontier in the world, he thought, yes, as long as it's a frontier, it won't be rich.He thought it was an interesting discovery.I couldn't help but sat down by the side of the road and thought about this question.

Then he heard the flute.After listening to it again, it was still the sound of the flute.Not bright, not like a bamboo flute.Could it be that there is also the flute in the symphony here?He walked towards the sound of the flute somehow. He saw the first frontier farmhouse he met in his life.A lot of dogs came to attack as he had planned, and they didn't really bite as he expected.A short, thin old man was sitting under the eaves, holding a flute in his hand.Brother Eight smiled, made a gesture of playing the flute, and pointed to his ears.The old man kindly chased away the group of dogs and asked him to come over and sit down.The eighth brother saw his face and understood that this was the old carpenter Ma Lake.Ma Lake is wearing light yellow silk underwear, and his extremely thin body is floating in the underwear. When a gust of wind blows, he looks like a straw man scaring sparrows in a rice field, and when another gust of wind blows, he looks like a fairy in a comic book.

He asked the old man to play again.The old man was very happy to have an audience, and immediately started playing.The eighth brother heard that this was the tenth sister that the aunt sang to him while saying "the fairy picks peaches".He took the flute and looked at it. It turned out to be a clarinet, blowing straight from one port.It's not like bamboo, nor like wood, but like some kind of vine, with dense knots and hard.When asked, the old man said that it was still bamboo, called Arhat bamboo.It turned out that the old man made the flute himself, and the Arhat bamboo was also planted by himself.

I have never seen Arhat bamboo, Brother Eight said.The old man said I will take you to see it.Take him to the back of the house.But it turns out that Chongqing also has this kind of plant.But first, he didn't know it was called Arhat bamboo, and second, the Arhat bamboo in Chongqing is very thick, not as small and delicate as the ones here.Brother Eight suddenly felt shocked in his heart.China is too big.Same thing, southwest in the same corner of the country, totally two different things!For the first time, he discovered that there is a reason for wandering. He told the old man that the two sound holes of this flute were out of tune, but it was not difficult to fix it.So Brother Eight came to direct, dig the bottom of this hole and stick it on the top, dig the top of that hole and stick it on the bottom.This time the sound is completely accurate, and if you blow it again, it will not be what it used to be.The old man was very happy, looked at him, and laughed.

The eighth brother said, Daddy, we can come to the ensemble. So the old and the young, one Chinese and one foreign, played together on this sparse and barren border.Played "Top Ten Sisters" first, and then "Picking Camellia".Full of charm, very pleasant to listen to.The dogs who were besieging just now shook their tails one by one, very happy. Brother Eight took advantage of the old man's joy and asked him to make a piano case for him.The old man picked up the violin, squinted his eyes, and turned over to look at it.After watching it for a while, I suddenly said that you are a foreign product.The eighth senior brother was secretly surprised, he hesitated and said that I don't recognize it, it belongs to someone else, how can you tell it, master?

The old man smiled and said, I can't tell, it's just that foreign products have the taste of foreign products. What's the taste?asked the young man, amused, The old man said, I can't tell, anyway, foreign products are a bit like foreigners. No!The eighth senior brother seemed to have woken up, opened his mouth suddenly realized, and admitted that what the old man said was an absolute standard. What happened next surprised him even more.The old man said, your musical instrument, we call it a violin, and foreigners call it crooked, Lin, right? Brother Eight remembered that this old man was someone who even caravans were scruples about. He felt that he couldn't be sloppy, so he answered yes.

The old man put the piano hole in front of his eyes and said, look inside, the wood is two or three hundred years old. Brother Eight half-playing stupid, said, how can I see it? The old man said firmly that I was a carpenter and I could tell.At least two or three hundred years.Two or three hundred years ago, where would China make this?I'm afraid I haven't seen it yet. Brother Eight was convinced.He glanced at the emaciated face, and understood that this old man was very, very difficult.No wonder those caravans, when they heard that they were looking for Ma Lake, they didn't take his life.

The old man said that this is a good thing, it is a treasure, and it needs to be protected in a good box. You put it here and pick it up in half a month.Brother Eight was taken aback and thought, I would rather not make this box after keeping it with you for so long.He smiled awkwardly and said, I can't do without this thing, I want to pull it every day, what I think is, you will just give me nails and nail a square box for me, and it will be fine if it fits. The old man laughed and said that young people are short-tempered and don’t know how to pack things carefully. If such a good violin is put in a box, it must be controlled so that it does not shake inside.

He really has a reason, the eighth senior brother thought, and then realized, what kind of person this old man is!Even the caravan that robs people has to be a bit scrupulous.He wants to eat you with peace of mind, can you still hide?It's better to be refreshed!He said: The master is right, as long as you say it will take. Having said that, I am still heartbroken.Suddenly thought of the second senior brother.Dear gentle second senior brother!If it's at the second brother's house, there's no need to put the violin there - he can measure the size, draw blueprints, and at most take it for a try from time to time.Brother Eight misses his hometown.His eye sockets were moist.

The eighth senior brother counted the days, half a month has arrived, and it's time to go get the violin back.If the box is really made, then of course it is good. In the past half month, he saved a barrel of corn wine for the old man.He wasn't sure if he would give the old man a bucket of wine, and whether the aunt would agree, so he could only drink a little more every day in the name of drinking it himself, and secretly poured it into a plastic bucket.In the same way, I also got a few catties of bacon and ten or twenty eggs. He asked the aunt and Jin Hua several times about the old man's situation, but to no avail.It seemed that none of them had the heart to say more about this person.All I know is that the little house he lived in was originally a resting place for devout men and women who went to the mountains to offer incense. The old man had nowhere to live, so everyone lived in him. When there were people in the temple, he went to help.His life should be relatively poor, he thought as he looked at the wine, meat and eggs quietly saved for the old man.

He thought that it would be nice to be able to make it square and not too clumsy, but he was surprised when he saw it at first sight: it was a professional violin case, shaped like a violin, with a big head and a small ellipse at the end, and the faceplate was arched, with a similar curvature. Elegant --- this is not counted, the outside of the wooden box is covered with a layer of canvas: army green fine canvas.To be precise, it is a canvas cover, which fits snugly, just right, and has a zipper on it.What made the eighth senior brother even more overjoyed was that he even put on a strap—a strap that can be long, short, or optional: a one-inch-wide military strap——the old man said with a smile: “Open it up and have a look.” .Brother Eight's hands were trembling, and he staggered to open the zipper. The world-class violin was lying firmly in the tailor-made velvet trough.The flannelette is dark green, like moss in the woods, and the bronze violin sets it off, like a rare treasure handed down from the ancestors --- the eighth senior brother couldn't keep his feet anymore, knelt down on both legs, and bowed his head . The old man helped him up, criticized him, and received such a little help, it was like this, not good. Brother Eight took out the violin, tuned the strings, and said to the old man, Master, you are so kind and considerate to others. I, a person living in a foreign country, can't thank you. I will play one for you, but I don't want to play it for ordinary people. This piece is called "Ave Maria". Come on, sit here, and I will play a piece just for you. The old man also sat down, and probably understood the solemnity of the tune, so he sat upright.He saw that the young man was restless, so he said you should sit down too. Brother Eight said: You can't sit down to play this piece, you have to kneel down, or at least stand up.He raised his bow, felt his hands tremble a little, stopped, closed his eyes, and read aloud: Virgin Mary, beautiful and merciful Virgin Mary, thank you for your gift, thank you for your generosity, please forgive me For all the humbleness of the little people in the world, please forgive me for everything, maybe my future is worthy of calling your name. After talking like this, he felt calm and started pulling.According to the music score, this piece is only performed in the middle range, but at this moment, after he played it once in the middle range, he played it again in the low range and high range respectively, but he was still not satisfied.This 300-year-old Italian handmade famous violin made a resonant sound with extraordinary penetrating power in the southwest frontier of China.At this time, the mountain wind blew over, and the sound of the piano was like a bell in the air.A gaunt eagle hovered before his eyes.Brother Eight felt in a trance that he was born of heaven and earth. In this world, he was an independent person without any connection with anyone, but God was watching him——Senior Brother Eight really felt God's love at that moment. watch.He cannot describe the shape of God, but he can feel God.A force from nowhere made him sing "Ave Maria" for the first time in his life.He doesn't know the lyrics.He couldn't tell what Brother Eight, who didn't know the lyrics, sang, but there was a sound from his heart in his young chest.It can only be said that it is the voice of the heart. In fact, he had already forgotten the existence of the old man.After everything was over, he realized that the old man had been sitting upright, listening very carefully.He said boy, you pull very well, you are not average, you are an artist.The way he looked at the eighth senior brother made the eighth senior brother feel his love for him.Brother Eight returned to reality, feeling very warm in his heart.And there is a faint feeling, as if this old man is his savior.Recalling when he was robbed, Wai Da mentioned Ma La Ke directly, which actually saved his life.Not a savior!It was the first time in the eighth senior brother's life that he felt this way. Brother Eight said: I was originally the principal violinist of the largest theater in Chongqing. The old man said that you are so young, you can reach the world level in the future. The eighth brother smiled bitterly and said: I thought so too, but I won’t, I have already left the theater and quit this business. You always have your own ideas, the old man is not surprised, he didn't even ask why. In the end, Brother Eight couldn't help himself, telling the old man that his girlfriend betrayed him, and the people don't like art, which is tantamount to saying that the people have abandoned him. The old man said: People have their own reasons for what they want, and people can't force others to do what they want. The old man said so casually, but the eighth senior brother seemed to have learned a great truth, and everything became smooth all of a sudden.Suddenly, there was a great relief in the chest.For more than a year, it has never been so easy. The old man asked suddenly, you didn't come here to show off, did you? The eighth brother said, do I have any other skills, what can I do without performing arts? The old man said, if you are a performer, where should you come to such a deviating angle?If you want to be a performer, you still have to go to a big place, where there are many rich people. The eighth senior brother couldn't speak. The old man smiled and said: I guess you are here to bet on stones? The eighth senior brother was secretly surprised.He didn't dare to deny it, but he didn't want to admit it, so he asked with a smile, old man, why do you guess like this? If your girlfriend is with someone else, you will definitely not be convinced.Either you find someone prettier than her to piss her off, or you find a lot of money and make her regret it.The first one is not easy, but the latter one is possible.Besides, if you have the back and the front, you will naturally have it. Brother Eight nodded and asked, why do women suddenly only recognize money but not people? The old man said, little brother, you made a mistake, women have always recognized money. No, it seems that it has become like this in the past few years. No, no, the old man shook his head again and again. It was the policy of the past few years, which made everyone have no money, so women had to recognize people. Now that some people have money, of course they have to recognize money. The eighth senior brother bowed his head speechlessly, admitting that it was such a reason. It is more difficult for women to find money by themselves than it is for men, so women can find money if they want their own men.It has been like this from ancient times to the present, and it is not women who love money now. Brother Eight raised his head and looked at the old face called Ma Lake.After living for more than 20 years, he has really seen what it means to be open-minded, or to be open-minded.Thinking that it was not in a developed and prosperous metropolis, but on the border of this mountainous corner, I was secretly surprised to hear this from a shriveled old man who might not know a lot of Chinese characters.This old man must have a background, he thought, and suddenly became a strong dependence. He said, old man, you guessed right, I just came here to try my luck.Having said that, it's embarrassing again. The old man said, a person, young and young, just trying to be safe, is too low-level, if he wants to venture out, he will never be in vain in his life. The problem is, Brother Eight spread his hands, I am penniless. That is not the main thing.The old man put it lightly. So what is the main thing? The main thing is whether you are gambling. Gambling?The eighth brother asked again before he heard clearly, so what is gambling? Even if you lose or win, it doesn't affect your mood.The old man still understates, but every word is clear. Brother Eight thought about this sentence.He thought, is it difficult to do this? Seeing what he meant, the old man said that luck is very important in betting on jade, so people who gamble on stones have ups and downs, rich and poor.If you can't take everything as natural, you will feel very uncomfortable, and you are not suitable for doing this. Brother Eight said, how do I know if I am a gambling person? The old man stared at him, but did not answer the question.He said that all people have some common feelings.For example, if you win a bet, you will feel that you are a master, or if you are lucky in gambling, you will not be able to hold back your hand. This is greed.If you lose a bet, you will regret it and be very upset. This is fear.One is greedy, the other is fearful, neither will succeed. Brother Eight nodded, but said: But I'm still too far away from all this. I can't even buy a piece of crushed stone, oh, let alone buy, I don't even have the money to look at it. The old man shook his head and said, don't worry about that, there are many ways to get money, people are not as good as heaven, and when luck comes, you can't even block it. So it was already afternoon, the old man said you brought the wine today, I haven't drunk for a long time, let's make some dishes and drink some drinks together. The eighth brother thought to himself that it is not easy for this old man to have a little wine, and it is not easy to have a little meat. I don't want to give him a drink, don't give him food, so he said that I don't know how to drink, and I want to go back. The old man grabbed his shoulders with his hands.This hand was skinny, but powerful, Brother Eight felt like there was an eagle standing on his shoulder. You are welcome, the old man said, you are a drinker, and people who can't drink don't go around like this.The eighth senior brother didn't know how to answer, the old man said, if you don't know how to drink, why would you think of bringing me wine? The eighth senior brother couldn't speak anymore.I just feel that the old man's vision is amazing. It has been several years since no one drank with me. The old man said that they were afraid of me, afraid of getting my bad luck and bad luck.Because I'm a jade dealer who gambled away. Eighth senior brother was taken aback, his heart suddenly became confused, happy and nervous, but, vaguely, he felt that some opportunity had come.Well, I'll drink with the master, he said. The old man picked up a shaukei and said, let me pick some vegetables in the soil.It turns out that the old man has a few vegetable plots here, and he also eats and sells them.Brother Eight thought.One day when I have money, I must first give some money to this old man. The old and the young picked some eggplants, loofahs, pumpkins, and sea peppers, and then pulled a few corns. Back at the door, the old man ordered to put corn kernels in the pot first, the eighth brother thought it was the staple food of the meal, but the old man said it was for making wine.Brother Eight doesn't know what brewing is, so the old man said wait a while and see. Then, Brother Eight knew the "real way to drink corn wine" - that's what the old man said: this is the real way to drink: boil the tender corn kernels until they are a little rotten, put them in a soil Pour the corn wine into the bowl to soak it, and cover it with a lid. After a while, the lid was lifted, and the old man said it was ready to drink.Eighth Senior Brother lowered his head and moved his nose closer to smell.It smells so good!The "primitive aroma" of corn and the fermented aroma of corn wine are mixed, mellow and attractive.Brother Eight couldn't bear it and wanted to take a sip.But to drink is not to pick up a bowl to drink, nor to scoop with a spoon, but to suck each with a bamboo tube.The bamboo tube was just cut by the old man from the bamboo in the field, and it carried the fragrance of tender bamboo shoots. The corn wine soaked in the corn rice was sucked into the mouth through the tender bamboo tube, and the eighth senior brother closed his eyes happily after swallowing it.Now I understand the real way to drink what the old man said.Opening his eyes, he saw the old man squinting his eyes and pursing his mouth, smiling smugly. Brother Eight said, I see that so many people here drink corn wine, and none of them drink like you.The old man was even more proud, approached him, and said confidentially, this is my invention, and it will be kept secret from the outside world.Both of them laughed. Then cooked those side dishes first, then cut a piece of bacon and cooked it in the pot.The old man smacked his lips and said let it cook slowly, we drank it, and it was fine. The wine and dishes are all placed on the stone table on the ground outside the door: a nearly rectangular stone slab is placed on several larger stones.The stool is a tree stump one and a half feet high, with a woven straw mat on it, which makes the buttocks very comfortable.The firewood stove on the side is also made of stones, and a layer of black glaze has been fired inside, and the tongue of fire emits jewel-like light everywhere.What is burned is the roots of old trees, and the fire is boiled. Occasionally, the old man stuffs in a handful of plucked mountain grass.The mountain grass was not dry, the fire started slowly, and there was a little milky white smoke lingering like a cloud, exuding the smell of herbs.Brother Eight couldn't help feeling inexplicably intoxicated, feeling that the old man looked like a fairy. The old man said that betting on jade is a competition at the beginning, and then it is gambling. How do you say this, master?Brother Eight asked, feeling profound. Do you know the difference between a game and a gamble, lad? Eighth Senior Brother shook his head.He didn't think about it. Competition is about strength, great strength, fast running, high jumping, sharp eyes, good technique --- these are strengths.Strength is clear.Do you learn well, are you willing to practice, do you have experience, in short, what is your strength? You can still work hard.Gambling is all about luck.Luck is completely different.You don't even know what luck is.You only know that luck is coming and running away, but you don't know when it will come and when it will run away.If luck comes, the Great Wall cannot stop it; if luck runs away, even ten thousand camels cannot stop it. So, betting on stones starts with a game, how do you say it? That is to say, you still have to rely on your level to win or lose the bet. If you can recognize a lot of jade in a stone, you can judge it based on the pattern, color, and pattern on the outside. Besides, you have already got a stone. You have to do some processing and transformation on this stone, so that others will think that the jade inside is indispensable.For example, if you find that the part of the stone seems to be a little bit green, you can use a tool to wipe it off to make that bit of green more obvious than before.If the wipe is more obvious than the original one, you can sell it for a lot more money, which is called rubbing up. Did it get wiped off?The eighth senior brother was fascinated by what he heard, so he asked. Good question, little brother, the old man started calling him that, you're quite a smart fellow.This place is called Rubbed Down.Even after wiping it, it was still less. What is even more annoying is that there was still a little bit of green, but after wiping it off, it was gone.Then no one would want it, and that would be a very miserable loss. How much will you lose?Brother Eight asked.What he meant was a loss of tens of percent, but the old man laughed and said it was not easy to calculate.Maybe it's worthless and scrapped.Just wipe it like this, and lose millions, which is commonplace. The eighth senior brother was sweating when he heard it.That requires judgment, caution, he said. Yes.This is a test of vision, as well as experience. Then why did it become a gamble later? The old man took a deep sip of the wine and raised his face.Brother Eight was a little surprised, he had never seen such an expression before, it seemed that his mouth was smiling and his eyes were crying.The old man said, in the end, your previous skills and experience, I don’t know why, all of a sudden all of them are useless. It should be full of green, that is, there is a lot of high-quality jade, but there is no green, or there is only a little bit of nail cap. Lu, what’s more, if you gamble for others, it will go up every time, and if you gamble once, it will immediately collapse. The problem is that you have no way to reverse it, and you have no way to explain it. You only know in your heart that God is playing tricks on you. The eighth brother gasped.After a long while, he said, are you willing to burn incense and worship Buddha, and ask for the protection of Bodhisattva? The old man laughed again, and this time the eyes laughed too.He said: "Of course I want it. Even if I lose my bet, I still have to worship him. Bodhisattvas have such virtues. You can't just ask for it and he will agree. He will give it to you when it is due. You have to be patient and calm.Speaking of this, he straightened up, put his hands flat on his knees, and said very seriously, you must be calm.Then he slowed down, bent down slowly to drink, and after drinking for a while, he straightened up, looked into the distance, and said to himself, it’s okay to believe in Bodhisattvas or not, but you can’t half-believe If you don’t believe it, or you believe it when you need it, and you don’t believe it when you don’t need it, what’s more, you should believe it as soon as he fulfills your wish, and you don’t believe it as soon as it is not satisfied.He shook his head slightly, constantly shaking his head. Brother Eight thought that the old man drank a lot, but he could see that he was quite capable of drinking.He asked, it is useless to pray to the Bodhisattva all the time, what should I do if I lose my bet all the time? There is no way, the old man simply said, if you can get money, then gamble, if you can’t get money, let others see. Why not think of other ways to earn a living? impossible.It's not that you can't find another way, it's that you are no longer willing to use other ways.You are addicted to doing it, and nothing else will appeal to you. Brother Eight lowered his eyelids.He couldn't imagine what a person could do to get addicted and not want to do anything else. The old man saw through him, smiled kindly, and said confidentially, little brother, you are still too young, too young, you don't know what kind of mood people are in.Human mood is a very strange thing, it is obviously your own, but you can't control it at all.In your head, you can think clearly, how to do it, but your mood just can't do it. The eighth senior brother thought it was funny.He said: Old man, you are not esoteric at all. Aren’t those people who have broken up in love and are dying to live? The old man shook his head vigorously.Not the same, not the same, lovelorn? After a period of time, I will gradually get better, find a better partner, and say that luckily the previous one didn’t work out.People who gamble on jade don’t feel any more when they do anything else, and they can’t do it anymore. Gambling on jade is the most dangerous thing in the world. After this kind of thing, everything else is nothing. The eighth senior brother also kept shaking his head.No, are there any foreign countries that gamble bigger than this? No, no, the old man said, betting on jade is not the same as those betting.Betting on jade is not only gambling, but not completely gambling.Let's put it this way, winning a piece of jade in a bet is a win on the one hand, and a success on the other hand. That feeling is completely different from pure gambling. Eighth Senior Brother nodded, roughly understanding what the old man meant.He pondered for a while, and tentatively asked: Did gambling with stones become his life later on? It's like this. Money is not the purpose? It's like this. So, it's impossible to find a sum of money by relying on this?Brother Eight was disappointed for a while. It's still possible, the bet has increased by a fortune, and I will leave here immediately. The eighth brother nodded.He didn't want to be a stone gambling king.What he wants is money, not gambling.In other words, what he wants is real money, not a sense of victory.No, it's not that he doesn't want the feeling of victory, what he wants is the victory over the princess - the purpose of his asking for money is not to prove to her that I, the eighth senior brother, have this ability, as long as I want, I can make a fortune.Yes, I can get rich if I want to.He thumped his leg hard. Brother Eight lowered his head, like an old man, slowly and deeply inhaled the wine.Then, he raised his head, and said softly but firmly: I hope to bet a sum of money and leave here. The old man looked at him and said, if there is a chance, I will help you look at the stone. Brother Eight spread his hands again and said: I don't have a penny to gamble on. The old man also said nonchalantly again: That doesn't matter, what matters is whether you are gambling or not. Brother Eight asked again: What exactly is gambling? This time, the old man who had already drank a lot became a little weirder.He squeezed his eyes, curled up the corners of his mouth, and said very funnyly, hey, is it about gambling? In fact, he is not afraid of death. What, the eighth senior brother was taken aback, thinking that this old man really drank too much and started talking nonsense.He said, then Huang Jiguang and Dong Cunrui are the most gamblers? No, no, I didn't mean that. Huang Jiguang and Dong Cunrui are brave, not afraid of death. what!Brother Eight was very surprised. Is there any difference between being brave and not being afraid of death? certainly!The old man is unequivocal, a brave person is not necessarily not afraid of death, and a person who is not afraid of death is not necessarily brave. what!Brother Eight was even more surprised, please explain clearly to me! What's unclear?For example, I don't know if you know the saying, that is, to eat fugu at your own risk? Ah, I've heard of it, puffer fish, it tastes great, but it's poisonous, and it can kill people, but some people still risk their lives to eat it. yes.But for a person who dares to eat fugu, if you ask him to fight with others, will he definitely dare? I have to admit that the old man is right.This is really a strange old man.Understood, old man, Brother Eighth said, what you mean is that a person who is not afraid of death doesn't take his life seriously, but he may not be very courageous. Hey, little brother, you made it clearer than me, that's what you mean.If you think about it, among the people you know, there are differences in this aspect. Brother Eight slowly sipped his wine.He thought of his adoptive father.When his adoptive father was in his thirties, he was diagnosed with rheumatic heart disease and mitral stenosis. The doctor suggested surgery, and his relatives and friends also advised him to undergo surgery, but the adoptive father flatly refused.An operation to open the narrow mitral cavity can only be managed for a few years, and it will become narrow again, so it needs to be opened again.The adoptive father said, it's too troublesome, don't move, let's live for a few years!The adoptive mother thinks that the adoptive father is timid and afraid of surgery.But the uncle thinks that the adoptive father is not small, because he is not afraid of death.So now, according to the old man, my father is not afraid of death, but not brave.Suddenly felt that all this was very funny, couldn't help pushing the wine bowl, and burst out laughing. After laughing for a while, he thought to himself: I, Brother Eighth, what kind of person am I?After much deliberation, no conclusion can be drawn.Just tell the old man, I don't know my virtue. It's very simple, the old man said, just try it and you'll know. How to try?The eighth senior brother cheered up. In the hotel where you live, there is a waiter, very beautiful, isn't it? Yes, I will call her Jinhua, Brother Eight laughed, I think she is more beautiful than Yang Likun who played Jinhua. She is still more delicate and fresh, but do you know that she is a leprosy? Mama told me.Is she really leprosy? yes.It is because it is a real leprosy that it has such a red head.When leprosy is not present, they are more beautiful than ordinary people.Do you dare to marry her?ah? You mean, want me to marry her? It doesn't matter to us whether we get married or not, what we want is to be a husband and wife, ah, do you dare to be a husband and wife with her? You mean, are you afraid of being infected? Infection is not infectious, half to half.Half of the people will be infected, and half of the people will not be infected. So, what kind of people will be infected, and what kind of people will not be infected?Brother Eight's throat suddenly felt dry. What kind of person can't be seen by looking, only by trying.Try it to know if you will be infected. If you try and get infected, will you be infected? of course. Also, Brother Eight doesn't understand one thing: Jinhua, a citizen of a socialist country, an independent person, is not a slave. Could it be that you want her to be that, and she will be that? Don't care about this.You just say do you dare? The eighth senior brother bowed his head and was speechless.He thought this was really a test.Dog day, are you going to be infected at all, I'm sure I won't go, are you not contagious at all, I'm sure I'll be going--I'll give you a 50% possibility!God is so tricky! ah?The old man smiled smugly. Brother Eight also laughed.He said: I still have to think about it.The eighth senior brother lowered his head and considered.I don't know where some birds flew past, calling "hammer, hammer" in a high-pitched voice.Brother Eight suddenly raised his head, with a flash of murderous look on his face, he said that he would consider a hammer!With a crash, he took out a coin from his body and slapped it on the stone table. Half to half, people are not as good as God!The eighth senior brother spit all over the place, the national emblem is counted, but the five points is not counted.Grab it and throw it into the sky. slow!The old man pressed his hand.Let's talk about it first, is it a one-shot decision, or three strikes and two wins? The eighth senior brother was stunned for a moment, and said that he would make a final decision with a hammer. The old man nodded.Brother Eight is about to lose again.The old man pressed it again and asked, do you want to have a word with God in your heart first? What words? How do you want God to be. No, no, no, needless to say, it is what God wants. The rules of heaven are out of the question, the old man widened his eyes, stretched out a finger, and said solemnly, as long as it is five points, you have to go! keep your word!The eighth senior brother pointed to the sky: If there is repentance, the lightning in Yunnan will strike me to death, and the snake in Burma will bite me to death. The sky will not thunder.Snakes don't cross the border, and the bag in my stomach rots to death. The old man nodded and raised his hand upwards.Brother Eight casually threw it into the sky.The coin flew into space like a rocket. The coins fell.It was only one step away from the fall, and immediately lay down on the muddy ground without extra movements.The old man said come, let's take a look together.Going to see it together, under the sun of the plateau at noon, it is shining: five points. Is it five points?asked the old man. It's five points, Brother Eight said, feeling that the old man seems to be a middleman between God and him. The old man returned to his seat and lowered his head to drink.Brother Eight also returned to his seat, lowered his head and sipped his drink. Then the old man raised his head and asked, is that all? certainly.So what else is there to say?Brother Eight picked up the coin, blew on it, and stuffed it into his pocket. it is good.The old man looked at him, stretched out a withered hand, and patted his shoulder.What is gambling?This is called gambling.Then he said a word: Now I can help you bet on stones. The eighth senior brother was very excited immediately.Well, tell me now, how can I marry Jinhua? The old man waved his hand and said that there is no need, it was to test your gambling skills. what!The eighth senior brother cried out, what can I do?I swear to God. The old man's face slowly sank.He looked at the eighth senior brother, as if he had just seen this young man.After a long time, he said, do you really like that girl?I'm not asking if I'm afraid, I'm asking if I like it, huh? I like it, Brother Eight confessed: Half a month ago, when I walked into Pianbian Town, I saw her standing by the door, and I fell in love with it. The old man let out a long sigh: If this is the case, then you deserve to have a fight. So how should I tell her?Not necessarily, what the old man said, you and I should have a match?The eighth senior brother giggled. How did you talk to your former princess? Brother Eight rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, but said that he didn't seem to say anything.I played the violin and she sang. They were all in the same theater. I don’t know where they were, so they got together. That's right, it's still the same. Oh, you mean, teach her to sing? The old man didn't answer, went to the wall, picked up a section of Arhat bamboo, cut off one end with a hatchet, then cut off another end, and took the remaining one and a half feet.Eighth Senior Brother immediately understood.What a smart man this old man is!It would certainly be better to teach her to play the clarinet than to make her sing.A bamboo tube, you take a mouthful, I take a mouthful, all kinds of meanings are contained in it. He asked, where are Jin Hua's parents? The old man said that she was an abandoned child who was picked up by the aunt in Yinjian County Hospital. On that day of that year, before dawn, my aunt went to the hospital to queue up for registration.It was probably too early, there was no one there, only a few dogs ran to the hospital excitedly.The aunt felt strange and followed the dog.The dogs happened to be going to the registration office.Aunt is even more strange: do you still want to send dogs to line up? When I walked closer, there was a package on the window sill, and when I looked again, it was a swaddling baby with a baby inside.It turned out that the dogs came for the tender meat.The aunt was startled, she clapped her hands and stomped her feet to drive away the stray dogs, and quickly hugged the child in her arms.有一条恶狗不甘心，冲大妈腿上咬了一口。这一口咬的很是厉害。大妈本来只挂内科的，结果还加了个外科。过了一个多月才好，腿上留下一个大疤子。 襁褓里有张纸条，说明了这孩子的父母都是麻风病人，这孩子也逃不掉的，但父母狠不下心来处理，希望医院拿去处理。 大妈当时并不相信这是个麻风孩儿，她估计是私生子，故意这么说的。 她为什么没有将这孩子交给医院，也没交给政府？她自己说这孩子同她有缘分。但是别的人有别的说法。一般的看法是，她想喂养个三五年以后卖掉。因为她不属于那种乐于白做好事的人。 金花两岁的时候，大妈找到一个买主，是个中国人民解放军军官。军官的妻子不能生育，军官要调防到河南，这样，在此地抱养一个孩子，将来在那边一切也就没有痕迹。大妈说人家就给了几百块，这两年的抚养费嘛。但不知道为什么人们都说其实要价是三千元。那个时候一般人的月薪只有三五十块。 但这事并没有干成。人们说秀才遇到兵有理说不清，好象军人是粗人。其实那些兵不讲理只是因为手上有枪；真正的军人相当心细。这个军官抱养之前先给孩子全面体检。体检出了麻风病。 人们以为这下大妈要把孩子交到“政府的地方”去了。but not.她一如既往的抚养。她待孩子很好，长期以来大家有目共睹。而且不是做出来给人看的，比之眼睛，群众的心灵更是雪亮的。但是没有人明白她安的什么心。人们还是愿意相信，在确认孩子真有病以后，大妈反倒生出了真正的爱怜，而且，养久了，总之有了感情。 但是，金花突然发育成一个匪夷所思的美女之后，大妈若是不想利用这个效果，那就不是大妈了。 曾经有人来当婚姻中介，将金花嫁给南洋富商。有新加坡的，有马来西亚的，也有泰国和印度尼西亚的，都没有成，而且无一例外是金花不愿意。 开始人们认为那中介是发现了金花之后自动来到的。婚姻中介不同于传统的媒人——后者没有既定的金钱指标，甚至还有纯粹做好事的。中介就不一样了：能把金花这样的美女嫁给南洋那边的富商，中介费是非常非常可观的。但后来得知，都是大妈找来的中介人。 开始人们以为金花不愿意，是觉得自己年纪小（这一切开始的时候她还不到十五岁），或者不想远嫁，或者没看上那一个对方------渐渐的大家也就知道了，所有的人都低估了这个孩子的心性——她知道自己的情况，从而不愿意嫁给任何人。