Chapter 11 1927 Tangerine - Morning

This is another story between Mr. Lansheng and Mrs. Lansheng. When it comes to stories, it seems that the plot should be so strange, touching and coincidental that it counts.But it's still a story.It is impossible for Mr. Lansheng to do something unusual to make us happy.Life is too ordinary. For example, haircut, I dare say that many of your middle-aged wives over 30 were like this at that time: first, the master and wife laughed at the appearance of this vulgar nun, and then the master went out every day, Because of the countless nuns here and there, my mind was stirred, my mind changed, and at the same time, a little harmless vanity arose, so I went home to hold a two-headed meeting with my wife.When the wife agrees to follow the same pattern, the two of you will be regarded as people on the same cultural level.Although you are not the secretary of the Ministry of Finance, you are not necessarily fat; maybe you are still a big professor who goes to the National University every day to give lectures on Chinese history and phonology. When you encounter this trend, can you resist it and remain unmoved?There is nothing you can do but let the tide carry you.You have nothing to do except to be Mr. Lansheng, let the young half-old wife cut off her hair quickly, and then you can enjoy the brand-new love.When a wife declares war on fashion, you'll have more trouble than no wife, won't you?In fact, there are more than one Mr. Lansheng, you all are.What I call you is you.Whichever you are, everyday life is certainly more exciting, livelier, and perhaps more noble than Mr. and Mrs. Lansing together.But he will never be the same person as Mr. Lan Sheng.What I mean is to talk about the ordinary life of Mr. Lansheng, as a reference, so that everyone can find a little bit of their own appearance from Mr. Lansheng, and there is no other intention.

I should say that since Mr. Lansheng asked his wife to cut her hair to look like a reverted nun, Mr. Lansheng has lived in a new kind of glorious temptation.This is not an easy task.Mr. Lansheng almost fell into a whirlpool of amazement and strange love.On the surface, I know the Momo Hutong road, Mr. Lansheng has not gone for a long time.In the signature book of the General Affairs Department of the Ministry of Finance, Mr. Lan Sheng's name was all signed behind the buttocks of some section chiefs and secretaries. This happened only recently.Cooking is not an easy task, especially when the weather is cold and the water is about to freeze. On weekdays, in order to avoid this errand, Mr. Lansheng would go out very early and return home very late. Until now, he has generously cited it as his work. Man obliged.

In the old days, when there were holidays, Mr. Lansheng would wake up a little bit, which was a routine thing; this Yan Qi was not his wife, but just the temper that a medium fat man should have.But recently, it is no longer necessary to wait until the holidays.Because he was greedy for his wife's new short fluffy and unruly hair, Mr. Lansheng made greater determination than asking his wife to cut her hair to endure other losses.Mrs. Lansheng did not forget the time, and when it was nine o'clock, she would urge the master to get up quickly: "Stay a little longer, after the time is over, and—" Mr. Lansheng always said: "I don't want to rely on that special award, Use less and you'll be fine."

Accompanying his wife to sleep on the head is more valuable than winning the special attendance award from the Ministry. This is a new invention of Mr. Lansheng. Where is the wife? As far as the wife is concerned, there are no unpleasant things.There are new decent navy blue patriotic cheongsams to wear, and Mr. Lansheng to cook for the rice, except for some irresponsible tenderness from the master, which gave me many opportunities to blush, I really shouldn't be a bitch Annoyed. It's just a matter of cutting hair, not only for myself and my master, but also for others.On this point, Mr. Lansheng and his wife have the same opinion; the difference is that the master thinks that he is 70% for himself and 30% for others, while his wife is just the opposite.After the haircut, if you just hide at home, you don't need to sew the patriotic cheongsam in navy blue.My wife’s wish for the haircut is two things—if it’s not for going to the Central Park or going to the Central Theater to watch a movie, or if Mr. Lansheng’s proposal for a haircut is rejected, it’s also a matter of course .

My wife once made a calculation in my heart: If the weather is fine, when Mr. Lansheng is on holiday, his wife can go to Central Park by car to play after the former master.Eat the meat buns from Changmeixuan together.After eating buns and drinking tea.After drinking tea, we went around the Altar of the Altar of Jiji again.Tired of playing, I turned around and drove to the Central Cinema to watch the "Rock" that made people laugh.In the center, upstairs, men and women can sit together. In this way, the master and his wife sit together. The master wears a dress, a mandarin jacket, and the wife wears a new cheongsam.Both of them are respectable as the same minister and minister's wife. Who would know that one is the teacher who earns 34 yuan a month in the Ministry of Finance, and the other, who is like a female student in a university, is the teacher's mother?There must be many female students in front, back, left, and right.In the box, there may be quite a few wives, misses, and young wives of directors, ministers, counselors, section chiefs, and secretaries.Isn't the hair of these dignified women all cut very short?Aren't many of the clothes on his body exactly the same color as his cheongsam?I won't make fun of myself even if others see it, and Mr. Lansheng's colleagues will... To be honest, this is not a bad hope at all.If it is according to Mrs. Lansheng's plan, go to those two places, one is a little fat man with yellow hair, and the other is a lady with a small white face, short black hair and fashionable clothes. , who can forbid anyone not to guess that this is a bureau chief or director who brings his wife who is studying at a women's boudoir university to visit the park?It is also natural to be envious.If he had met Mr. Lansheng's acquaintance, there would have been a lot of teasing for Mr. Lansheng.But the sky is biased. When Mrs. Lansheng cut off her hair according to the old fairy who crossed the maze, it was as clear as April.The next day, no change.On the third day, it is still very suitable to go outside to play.On the fourth day, the weather was fine and it was Sunday again, but the cheongsam was not ready yet.Unexpectedly, when Mr. Lansheng went to the tailor to get the clothes, he turned his face overnight.

The snow should be falling but not falling, but the wind is just whining and blowing.The sand on the road was blown up by the wind and sprinkled a lot of people. Even Mr. Lansheng had to eat a lot of ashes every day when he was doing business in the upper office.Four days, five days, the wind has no intention of resting.During this period, once a week or a special holiday, I could not go out.Both of them couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.The weather is not made by people, who can be blamed?Blame God, God ignores it. Seven days, eight days, the wind still doesn't stop, it seems like they are deliberately fighting against others!

The sky is not beautiful, so my wife will inevitably make use of it when things happen. It's not that the rice is not cooked well, but Mr. Lansheng's temper has become worse and worse recently. He always doesn't let her sleep well at night. The things in the hall also seemed dispensable.In fact, Mr. Lan Sheng is also negative when two people are not allowed to play together during the holidays.But Mr. Lansheng is a man, and he is fat.We never hear of a fat man sticking a little thing to his heart.Anyone who is stubborn to the trivial will never be fat.So even though he can't go out, and his wife's grief and indignation are added, Mr. Lansheng is still happy to cook and do things.

Every morning, Mr. Lansheng and Mrs. Lansheng woke up and heard the wind whistle in the yard outside. The wife's first words were always "I knew the weather was going to change, so I don't have to panic to cut my hair."As for the master, as usual, he uses "the days are long" to smooth out his wife's displeasure.My wife can't.In order to make his wife happy, Mr. Lansheng added it to his own account to burn face water on the gas stove in the morning.At this time, we can see that Mr. Lansheng is really a well-educated and good husband. Because of the wind, it gave Mr. Lansheng a lot of happiness.During the holidays because of the wind, Mr. Lansheng stayed with his wife all day long, admiring the new posture of his wife from the side.At any time, I did something that only a groom or a lover does in front of a woman, making my heart jump for the wife's slightly annoyed sideways glance.Every morning, after I felt that I had seen enough of my wife lying down, I released my wife and got up together, so that I could change my position and come under the large glass window to carefully observe everything on my wife's shoulders when she combed her hair.What fascinates Mr. Lansheng the most is the fluffy hair on his wife's head. The reason why it is so fluffy is almost entirely due to the fact that Mr. Lansheng accompanied his wife to rub on the bed.This is the creation of Mr. Lansheng.

When Mr. Lansheng is in the fluffy situation, Mrs. Lansheng will always laugh out loud, because he can think of many interesting things. Needless to say, just laugh, and Mrs. Lansheng can recall Fluffy reason to go above.If the wife blushes because of this, it will make Mr. Lansheng laugh even more. "What's so funny?" My wife often said this on purpose. "I laughed at myself, why are you blushing?" The fixed answer never changed a word. The wife had no choice but to ignore it, saying that she had become more and more "ruffian" recently. It is true that more and more "ruffian".Mr. Lansheng is even more unruly in this situation.At this time, he thought of some obligations, and performed some obligations on his wife that were more necessary than cooking.The duty was to brush the shoulders across, to lift the lips, and push them behind Mrs Lanson's face, and then to any part of the lady's face, with the speed of a post office clerk stamping a letter, deftly and deftly. Repeatedly, it didn't stop until the wife groaned repeatedly and resisted the love stamp with her hands.

However, even though Mr. Lansheng can see his wife’s fluffy appearance every morning, maybe it’s because she has combed her bun for too long, and Mrs. Lansheng’s hair is very soft. up.It was a disappointment.In order to save this unsatisfactory situation, Mr. Lansheng took a good idea from the barber shop. When Geely Company continued to reduce the price, he spent another yuan to buy a set of perm for his wife. appliance.But my wife wanted to cut it and iron it because she wanted to save face when Mr. Lansheng went out with him. Since the wind didn't want to die down, she didn't want to iron it either.

The wife means that unless Mr. Lansheng is out of office due to wind and breath.The wind can be relentless, and it will take half a month if it is dragged down. one morning.To put it bluntly, it was October 20th, a morning when the chief elder's wife had a special day off for her birthday.It was windless and sunny. Mr. Lansheng was afraid that it would be windy again today, so he didn't tell his wife about the holiday the night before.When I woke up, the window was very bright, and the ray of light reflected on the upper part of the window told Mr. Lansheng that the bright outside was not falling snow.Listen to the wind, there is no wind.Look at my wife, her small mouth is slightly opened, her eyelids are drooping, she is sleeping really well. What to do? Just don't wake up your wife for the time being, and sleep alone on the bed to plan today's expenses. Heard the milkman's cart go by in the street. I heard that the person selling white steamed buns passed by. I heard that the person selling horseshoe biscuits passed by. I heard a foreign car passing by. I heard a child singing "Row on both sides of the bull's head and horse face" and passed by. He heard Yuemaomao's cry in the yard next door, but his wife hadn't woken up yet. The wife still didn't wake up, so she turned over and turned her face to the inside. Mr. Lansheng was suddenly moved again, and moved his head away for a moment—"Old Yan?" The wife woke up. "Madam, it's not nine o'clock, I'm afraid you last night—I won't disturb you." The wife said nothing, turned over, and looked at the window dimly. "It's sunny, the heavens have paid off, and today we can go out and play all day!" He squeezed his head together again, and his wife stamped him unpreparedly.The wife frowned slightly, avoiding Mr. Lansheng's breathing. Mr. Lansheng told his wife about today's holiday at that time, and his wife asked with half-belief, "Are you really not going to work?" "Really." Seriously, the wife couldn't bear it anymore and got up. "It's still early," said Mr. Lansheng, pulling at the corner of the quilt not to relax. "It's getting late," the wife also tugged at the corner of the quilt. "I want you to sleep with me for a while soon," she said, a short fat arm fell on the wife's shoulder, and the wife fell down. After the wife's face was still neatly placed sideways on the pillow, Mr. Lansheng's face was placed on the opposite side.Mr. Lansheng smiled contentedly.A big breath came out from the nostrils, and it was hot on the face.The short black man has black and green beards on both sides, a vermilion mole on the left side of the nose; (the hair on the nostrils is also distinct) there is a small shred of meat between the eyebrows, and the three long hairs in the ear holes are still enough to leave The dimple on the top of the next peanut; (still reflecting light slightly) Everything is very clear.At the same time, Mr. Lansheng looked away from his wife for a moment, so that his wife's eyes would often meet and collide with his own. The wife still didn't quite believe what Mr. Lansheng said just now, fearing that he was going to have an excuse not to go to work in the department, so she asked Mr. Lansheng again if he was telling the truth. It was well known that it was a spring morning, the morning when the love of young married couples rages, and whoever has a wife who is agreeable - and has a new haircut - will be able to guess Mr. Lanson's intention at this time. I will not say anything about the method his wife adopted. Because the wife thought about the perm, although she still fell asleep, she closed her eyes and ignored it. The two parties will not get good results if they persist.At the same time, Mr. Lansheng subconsciously flapped some wings of vanity to make his colleagues envious, so he released his wife from his arms. Mrs. Lansheng got up first, and Mr. Lansheng watched his wife warm her face on the bed. After a while, the gas stove was boiling.After the wife put the white enamel pot on the stove, she went to look for the screw switch of the newly bought bottle of fire wine for the perm. Mr. Lansheng was on the bed, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't leave his wife's head. The hair was so fluffy that it made my heart itch! After Mrs. Lansheng found the corkscrew among some bottles and jars, the master spoke. "Ma'am, just use the leftover alcohol from our gas stove, it's the same." The wife thought to herself, where is the use of such dirty things mixed with kerosene?Just ignore it.The bottle cork was finally taken out with a light hand. The water was hot, but Mr. Lan Sheng, whose head was on the pillow, was still in a daze. Seeing his wife rubbing the iron tongs, Mr. Lansheng raised half of his body in fear that his wife might be in trouble. "Madam, you can't do it, you can't do it." Mr. Lansheng said, "You follow the method I told you. Wrap the tong with some new cotton and dip it in some fire wine. The wine should not be too much. Put it in your hair, face the mirror, curl it this way or not, just gently move it, and after a while, your hair will become a sparrow's nest." Speaking of moving, Mr. Lansheng said to himself Fan is shown on the head, but the wife can't quite understand it. "Good man, get up and do me a favor. The newspaper is here early. If you don't want to help, you can read the newspaper to me." "Follow my wife's orders." The two of them were in the same washbasin. After rubbing their faces with palmolive soap, half of the hot water in the basin turned white.The wife sat down at the square table and tried to curl her hair with cold clips in front of the large mirror. The master held a Chinese newspaper in his hand, but he didn't open it, only to see some extremely familiar advertisements. "Read it to me!" "Follow my wife's orders." So, turn over the first edition. "——The Red Party, that is, the Red Clothes Pirates... Hey! This doesn't make sense, this doesn't make sense, this is the Communist Party, how can you say they are Red Clothes Pirates? A joke, a joke! What a big joke!" "Yo! Almost—" Mr. Lansheng raised his head, seeing his wife's frightened look, he was inexplicable. "Almost scorched my fingers, the fire wine is really—powerful. Nasty foreign stuff, chemical!" When the wife's eyes wandered over, the ironing pin, which was still blazing with green flames, lay obliquely beside the table. "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," the so-called busy people are not, and those who are meeting are not busy; Mr. Lansheng picked up his own gray woolen copper basin hat, and threw it over a long distance, and then suppressed the flames. "Hey, ma'am, you have a lot of guts!" This is a deliberate irony. My wife's heart is still beating. "Let's talk about it, it's almost not--" the wife said half a sentence as usual, and got up to pick up Mr. Lansheng's hat. A small piece of thumb big was wet on the inside of the brim of the hat. The second time was when Mr. Quande Lansheng helped his wife. After the clip was burned, he finally buried the clip in his hair like killing a cow.The wife pressed the hairpin tightly against the mirror with both hands. "Read your newspaper!" He followed his wife's orders again, so Mr. Lansheng continued to read the news about the robbers in red, and added some notes and explanations in the middle. "...their husband and wife," Mr. Lansheng added on purpose.In fact, the wife already knew about it. "If you really want to be a man, let's be a man." Mrs. Lansheng has heard Mr. Lansheng say this many times. "Don't want this, just think about something else... Did Monk Jigong descend to the mortal world yesterday?" Mrs. Lan Sheng raised her hand and looked at Mr. Lansheng in the mirror. Mr. Lansheng turned over the first edition and began to read the fourth edition. "Society's bad news: bad, bad,—bad." "What's the matter? Did the treasury minister fight the teacher again?" The play has come to a lively place. "Oh, my God, you are really in danger!" Mr. Lansheng didn't need to speak anymore, he stood up, grabbed the hot perm clips from his wife's head, and threw them out of the door into the yard outside. This surprised my wife. "What's the matter?" "What's the matter?" Mr. Lansheng hooked his waist to pick up the newspaper, "Look, look, a pair of students from Guifan Women's University burned their hair to death for a perm!" Then read today's local news headline: "Yesterday at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, there were two girls in the Xicheng Women's University in Beijing. In the dormitory, because of a perm, they accidentally spread to the fire bottle, burned themselves, and died immediately. , One is also unconscious..." The smart wife, without waiting for Mr. Lansheng's consent, knew what she should do now, reached out and took the small bottle of fire wine on the table and threw it out of the window, and immediately heard the glass There will be no danger of the sound of contact with the stone ground in the courtyard, and the murder will never happen in this room. "Ma'am, our gas stove also needs fire wine." However, it was too late. Mr. Lansheng asked his wife to wash the curled hair in front of her head with hot water for three days before it becomes smooth. (This is something other than the story) March 1927 in Beijing