Chapter 194 Zhao Ziyue (7)

Mo Danian spent the New Year at a relative's house in Beijing. Apart from the enjoyment of wine and meat, he wholeheartedly wanted to find out some secrets so that he could get some honor when he went back to the apartment. It was the night of the third day of the first lunar month, and a crescent moon disappeared in the southwest corner of the sky after only a smile.After dinner, Mo Danian said to his relatives: Go to Chengnan Amusement Park.He went to the kitchen and drank a small amount of wine, which he carried around his waist. The shops on the street are all closed.The apprentices of the pork shop beat gongs and drums and played the music of the butcher, which sounded murderous.The door of the small wine shop was half-closed, and a few homeless alcoholics shouted the voice of the New Year, "Hello, brother!" "Four seasons get rich!" There are no pedestrians.Occasionally, one or two motorcycles flew by, and the whole team of patrolmen hurriedly moved out of the way, showing that there were still some movements on the street. Not all the people in the city were having diarrhea at home due to excessive drinking and meat during the Chinese New Year.Besides, from time to time, I heard the desolate but hopeful "Che! Car!".Mo Danian paced back and forth, it was about ten o'clock, and he began to stride towards Dongzhimen.Walking to Beixin Bridge, looking eastward at the dark and silent city tower, like an old nurse who is tired of work, half-dozing and looking at these patients who have eaten too much and have a stomachache, hum-bum-Lama Temple The sound of the trumpet is so gloomy that it seems to be blown to the ghosts in hell.Mo Danian shook his spirits and walked north from Beixinqiao.Walking to the east entrance of Zhangjia Hutong, he looked around before entering the alley entrance.The street lamps in the alley are very shy and modest, not daring to illuminate too much, and only illuminate a green circle about one foot in size.There is a lamp at a distance of ten to nine feet. Except for myopic people, no one dares to complain that the police district does not do public welfare, as long as you are lucky enough not to walk on the arrow.Mo Danian walked in the shadows for five or six minutes, and reached his destination by touch.He took out a match and pretended to light a cigarette, then took a photo of "No. 62" on the door of a house in the south of the road.He touched the south wall and walked forward again. When he reached No. 60, he stood still. There was no sound of people around him, and he slowly went up the steps.I put my ear against the street door and listened, but there was no movement inside.He tried to push the door, but the door was ajar and opened a little.He hurriedly walked down the steps, his heart pounding, and his forehead was sticky with sweat.

There was a clatter of sword chains, and a patrolman came from the west.Mo Danian wanted to run eastward, but his heart suddenly moved, he calmed down for a few seconds, and turned around to meet the patrolman. "Excuse me! Is this number 60? You can't see it in the shadows!" "That's right! Sir!" The patrolman didn't stop and walked eastward.Mo Danian waited for the patrolman to walk away, then went up the steps again.Boldly push the door open gently, the doorway is pitch black like a black curtain made by a group of ghosts.He tried to walk in step by step, but he couldn't hear any other sounds except his own teeth chattering.After leaving the gate, there is a small tree on the west side, three or four feet away from the small tree is the boundary wall.To the west of the tree is the north house, and the doorway and the gable of the north house form a small alley between the small tree.He leaned against the wall of the north room and poked his head to see that there was no light in the north room, but he could see the west room in shadows, there were probably two rooms, and there was some light; The fire in the furnace.He regained his composure, retreated to the small tree, leaned against the trunk, took out a small wine bottle and took a sip of the wine.Swallowing down the wine, I had a cold war, and my spirits were lifted.He planned: "Is she not at home? Or sleeping? Can't sleep, the street door is not closed yet! Wait for her to come back! But how to ask her? She knows me, yes! . . . But if she is suspicious, call the police What about me?" He took another sip of his drink. "Me? Take an early run!..."

He took Xiaojiu Bozi away and was about to run out when the street door rang!If his heart hadn't been blocked by the organ in his throat, it would have jumped out of his mouth long ago.He leaned against the tree trunk, holding his breath, his legs trembling in his trousers.After the street door opened, there sounded the footsteps of two people walking in.But it stopped before going out the door.A female voice said in a low and anxious voice, "Go! Go! Otherwise, I'll call the police!" "I can't go, you have to promise me that!" said a man's voice. Mo Danian listened with pricked ears, his eyes were pitch black, and two people outside muttered, he didn't know whether it was a dream or the real thing.

"I'm calling the police!" the woman repeated. "I'm not afraid of losing face! You are afraid! You shout! You shout!" The man threatened in a low voice. That man's voice sounded strangely familiar to Mo Danian, and he calmed down a lot.Turning his head slightly to look out, he couldn't see anything.The two figures seemed to be standing on the steps of the doorway, just hidden by the wall. The two of them remained silent for a long time, when suddenly the woman ran towards the courtyard.The man took a few steps forward, and stopped when he reached the wall of the main room.The woman ran out of the window of the Westinghouse and called out in a low voice: "Aunt Qian! Aunt Qian!" "Ah?" An old woman in the Westinghouse seemed to wake up from a dream.

"Aunt Qian, get up!" "Miss Wang, what's the matter?" "I'm going! I'm going!" the man seemed to say to himself.But Mo Danian listened sincerely, and he walked out slowly after speaking. "Give me two matches, Aunt Qian!" the woman said to the old woman in the house. Mo Danian's heart moved, he climbed from the root of the tree to the north wall, put his ear on the ground and listened: the footsteps outside the wall were going west.He listened to the words of the two women in the courtyard who were still answering one another.He crawled to the door opening and rolled out like a ball of hair.After leaving the street gate, his heart sank with a thud, and he ran eastward like crazy.He ran to Beixinqiao in one go.There is only one foreign car standing by the road. "Foreign car! Crossing!"

"Forty cents! Sir!" "pull over!" ………… He hid under the eaves of a shop, looking at the gas lamp at the intersection with good eyes. A man came from the north, and by the light of the gas lamp, even his clothes could be clearly seen. "Yes, it's him!" On the morning of the fourth day of the lunar new year, Li Shun just got up to clean the door, and Mo Danian stepped down and walked into the alley covered in sweat. "Xinxi! Mr. Mo! Why are you up so early?" Li Shun asked. "Is Mr. Zhao here? Xinxi! Li Shun!" "Still asleep!"

"Come on, Li Shun! Take this dollar and buy a red pomegranate flower for your wife!" After Mo Dianian discovered the secret at night, he saw that everyone seemed to be worth a dollar. Seeing Li Shun, he put it into practice. "That's the way to do it, sir!" Li Shun said, taking the money, shaking it in his hand, and hiding it deep in his pocket. "Thank you, sir! Happy New Year to you, how can you say that, really!" "Mr. Mo! Xinxi! Here is my New Year's greetings for Mr.!" Chun Er, who sells sweet potatoes, carried a load of brown candied haws from the mountains, and some small kites and the like (temporarily changed for the New Year), and went out of the city to catch the temple fair.

"Xinxi! Chun Er! The candied haws are so well made!" "Come! A bunch of Mr. Xiaojing! The Ming Tombs are really popular in the mountains, don't give up!" Chun Er chose a bunch of candied haws, made a bow, asked for an, and handed it to Mo Danian.But Li Shun hurriedly took it. "Chun Er, I'll give you the forty cents!" "Hey! My husband! The God of Wealth! I hope you marry a good-looking, beautiful Grandma of the God of Wealth!" ………… "Wow - puff, wow, wow, bo, puff!" The Jinluan Hall began to gargle like a river. "Old Zhao! Xinxi! Xinxi!" Mo Danian walked past number three. "Wow old, poof! New-poof!"

"How was the new year?" Mo Danian entered the third place.Zhao Ziyue had a white circle—tooth powder—painted around his lips, as if he had just kissed the mill official. "Don't worry about it! You'll be suffocated to death! All of you who have homes and temples, go and enjoy the blessings. Who cares about me, a lonely soul without a master!" Zhao Ziyue had finished rinsing his mouth, and began to wash his face with teeth and claws. "Where's Ouyang?" Mo Danian asked in a low voice. "Probably still asleep!" "Let's go shopping today, okay? Can you do it?" Mo Danian was afraid that Zhao Ziyue would say "No," and stood behind him and repeated three or four times: "Can I do it?" To make Zhao Ziyue understand the meaning of this request Only approved and not rejected. "Go there?"

"It's up to you! In addition to wandering around, I have a secret to tell you!" "Shang Baiyun Temple?" "Okay! Hurry up! Go as soon as you say, don't wait for the wind to blow up!" Mo Danian urged Zhao Ziyue to go quickly, fearing that Ouyang Tian's wind would blow up and break his plan. Zhao Ziyue was tormented by the loneliness of the new year, and he hoped for a friend to come, not daring to be indifferent to Mo Da Nian.I was busy wiping my face, putting on clothes and hats.After dressing up properly, I looked in the mirror, and there was still a ball of white foam hanging from my left ear.

People feel warm in their hearts, but the weather is still very cold.Especially the people visiting the temple fair, whether on foot or by car, all with a brisk spirit.On the yellow sandy road outside Pingzemen, village girls riding donkeys, and ladies and wives from the city wrapped in silk satin, all smiled and went to Baiyun Ancient Temple for a squeeze. "Eating, drinking, and shopping" is the enjoyment of life in the Spring Festival.The so-called "shopping" means "squeezing", and you can sweat all over, and the purpose of "shopping" is achieved. The light blue mountain looks like a green screen in the west.The old pine trees on the ancient tomb have weird green branches protruding out, and a torn little red kite is hung on some branches, as simple and beautiful as an old lady wearing little red silk flowers.With the rustling of hooves and the tinkling of bells on the road, the little donkeys seemed to compose poems as they walked. ... However, these beauties are not within the scope of "shopping". The charming ladies in the tea shed, the village girls in red coats and green trousers at the bean juice stand, the sugar bettors outside the temple gate, the foreign cigarette bettors, and the old Taoist priests who only care about money and are not afraid of being beaten sitting under the bridge wings inside the temple... …these are the ones worth seeing. Baiyun Temple has the history and characteristics of Baiyun Temple, and Dazhong Temple has the historical sites and wonders of Dazhong Temple.But people who go shopping are always drinking soybean juice, betting on sugar, and betting on foreign cigarettes.The bustling and crowded of Dazhong Temple and Baiyun Temple is the purpose of visiting, and it is not a problem whether there are historic sites or not.The tea shed in Baiyunguan shouted like the one in Haiwang Village: "Here you are! You have bright eyes, you have to see it!" What are you looking at?What are you looking at?This question should be proved in this way: Suppose there is a tea shed where the tea server shouts: "This way you have to see the West Mountain! It is quiet here!" I guarantee that there is no caretaker in this tea shed.Therefore, to describe the temple fairs in Beijing, there is no need to describe them one by one.It is enough to say: "There are so many people that the women's shoes are crowded out."Although it is a bit of a stereotype to describe it like this, it is the fact that it must be written like this.Zhao Ziyue and Mo Danian arrived at the "very lively" Baiyun Temple. Mo Danian suggested eating something and drinking some tea in the tea shed first; it's not because he's hungry, but because of the secrets hidden in his heart, pushing them out like a pair of small horns.Zhao Zi said that he was really hungry, smelling the smell of barbecued pork in the tea shed, he couldn't help but play the music continuously. "Old Zhao! Should I say something?" Mo Danian asked just as the two of them sat down, before they could ask for refreshments and tea. "Don't be busy! Let's order some food first! Anyway, your secret is nothing more than jelly beans and sour dates!" Zhao Ziyue said with a smile, and then ordered some hard noodles, barbecued pork, and two pots of white dry. "Old Zhao, don't underestimate people! Let me ask you, were you and Ouyang together yesterday?" "No!" "It's over, I saw him! Not only him, but also her!" Mo Danian was very happy, the blush on his face was not weaker than the red padded jacket of a village girl visiting the temple. "Who?" Zhao Zi said that since he heard the words next to the word "female", it would always be the same as Baiganjiu, which made him feel strangely excited.He opened his mouth wide and wanted to ask again: "Who?" "Ms. Wang!" "But the two of them are good friends!" "I've never seen such a good friend! His attitude towards her is not what friends should have, and it's not what a man should be to a woman!..." Mo Da Nian described the adventure at night in detail. Say it again, and then say it sincerely: "Old Zhao! I, Lao Mo, are a fool. Let me tell you a foolish thing: Hurry up and find a job or go home, and you don't have to worry about muddy water! That boy Ouyang is unreliable!" "But I have to investigate myself, don't I? What if the content of this matter is not what you think? Besides, I will let go of the school affairs? Go home?" Zhao Ziyue showed some arrogant attitude, As he spoke, he took a sip of his wine. "The school will be disbanded in the future!" Mo Danian said resolutely. "how do you know?" "Did Li Jingchun say that!" "Listen to him!" "Old Zhao, get it! I've finished my words, you love to visit temples, you can go on your own, I'll go back to the apartment to sleep! ——Listen to me, hurry up and go to a clean place. Don't be in muddy water again! See you later!"