Chapter 15 1928 After the Rain and Others - Bozi

Park the boat to the shore, the shore is the river bank of Chenzhou. The guests can then go ashore and walk across a gangplank.One end of the springboard is fixed on the wharf stone step or mudflat, and the other end is on the side of the ship.When a person walks across the gangplank, it is unavoidable to wobble.All those who wanted to go ashore did so wobbly. There are really too many boats moored, moored along the coast, with countless masts, big and small, randomly flying into the air, the ropes on the masts seem to be tangled up, but they are not. There are people standing at the bow and stern of each boat, wearing blue cloth and blue cloth short-sweat jackets, with long pipes in their mouths, hands and feet exposed to the wind—the furry looks like a kind of slave hole imagined by children Middle minion, hairy feet and hands.Seeing these hands and feet, it is easy to remember the names of heroes such as "Scud".No, these people are exactly!The rope on the mast is holding the live cart, and it is impossible to drag it. Seeing the skills of these scuds, there is a chance to show it!Hairy feet and hairy hands have not only hair, but also hook-like things, and the bare tall mast, as soon as it is close to the body, it will go up quickly.In order to show that the whole up and down is close to child's play, while straightening the rope, he sang on it.

On the other side of the mast, there is also such a person, and the song is sung back and forth, which is more vigorous and affectionate. Those who raised their heads to watch this trick were the guys on the various ships.Seeing that they are still shouting below, no matter who you want to try, it's all so easy!It's just that if you don't get orders from the old helmsman, you don't dare to be presumptuous as usual.All the people who watched were itching in their hearts, and they couldn't just climb up to the top of the mast to sing and make other wives on the boat laugh, so they scolded.

"My son, I will kill you!" "My grandson, if you fall to your death, you can still sing!" "..." Still singing non-stop, and arguably more vigorously.But you can sing the song to the scolding people below. If you sang "Yi Zhi Hua" first, then you are singing "Zhong Er Lang".Zhong Erlang still smiled and raised his head to look at the singer, as usual he couldn't get angry. But in this case, in some boats, countless black men rolled out of the cabin with their hairy hands and feet, coiling a large round black iron bucket, and fell to the mud flat on the shore just like that.There are also square foreign cloths wrapped around the waist with iron sheets, kelp, squid, and medicine boxes... These things, like passengers, have been crammed together in the cabin for 20 or 12 days, and now they should all go ashore.The people who landed went back home, found inns, and ate and drank separately.These goods are carried by some big-footed women and sent to various warehouses along the river.

In every hurry, there is a class of people who are both idle and idle.These people's ears can transcend all the noise, and they can hear the singing of the man on the mast; but their hearts are also busy, and when the singing stops, after replacing a small red wind lantern in the singing place, the singing person will be gone. To the side of the song listener.Red lights are used on the mast, needless to say it is night, the world at night on this water pier is not normal, you see. It was raining and the wind was blowing, and the boats put up their canopies. People were listening to the sound of the rain and the wind under the canopies. of.The people on the boat are not surprised by this, neither happy nor disgusted.Because when living on a boat, the likes and dislikes of these ordinary people are not as good as breeding in their hearts.Having the moon is another kind of fun, and it is different from the evening sun and the morning dew, but they don't pay attention to it.However, if the moods of the people on board have to be divided into two or three, the classification method has to be estimated separately. Eating beef and eating sauerkraut is one thing that can affect the mood of ordinary sailors. The situation is slightly different.Needless to say, beef is more suitable for this kind of "scud" appetite than sauerkraut, and they are much happier when the boat docks at the pier!

Now it is said that it is raining again at night, and the mudflat is slippery, making it impossible for people to stand, and some people go ashore to River Street. This is one of the boatmen, named Baizi.During the day, he climbed the mast and sang, tireless, and at night, he was tireless, so like many other sailors, he stuffed copper coins in his waist belt, and walked carefully across the gangway to the shore.First, I walked on the mudflats, without moon or stars, with drizzle falling on my head, and my feet turned slowly in the mud—it became mud legs, and I couldn’t do anything anymore—the purpose was the red lights of the small buildings on the river street , Under the light, there is something that makes Baizi's heart bloom.

There are countless lights, and every little light has a sailor or a group of sailors chatting and having fun there.The light is not enough to fill the small room, but the sailors' chests are tightly packed by joy—it is joy welling up in the chest, which must be hiccupped, so the sand-throated singing and laughter overflow from the building, just like the light, spilling into the shore In the eyes and ears of the penniless sailor, as in the rest of the world, what echoes joy is curse.Although they cursed, their hearts still swayed ashore, and they didn't have to take the risk of slipping, and they all took experience as the standard; they flew their hearts to the familiar Diaojiaolou.

Wine, cigarettes and women, these are the three things that a romantic literati can't boast to the world, but these minions enjoy them very normally. Although the wine is strong wine and the smoke is ordinary smoke, people are even more... However, each heart is beating in the same way, and the mind is in the same obsession. We all understand that these are just eating pickled cabbage, pumpkin, stinky beef and swearing, but at this time, it must be sticky, and we can find out All the flattering words I have stored up in my heart are dedicated to the woman in front of me.They can also roughly put their feet on women's bodies, feet on them, and... They immerse themselves in this air, forgetting the world and their past and future.Women help these homeless people on the water, take all the toil and expectations from these people, and put in the excitement and intoxication similar to tobacco and alcohol.In every woman, a group of sailors dreamed that very real dream one way or another, preparing to pour out all the copper coins and energy saved up this month on this woman, but they were never prepared to ask for mercy, and they did not know. pity yourself.

Such is their life.If there is still a chance for them to reflect on this life at another time, and they are still happy, then these people's hearts can be said to be always healthy. In ordinary life, there is no lack of tears but no lack of joy. One of them, Baizi, finally came to a place in order to go ashore to Hejie to find his happiness. Hit the door first, with the usual tricks of a sailor, and blow the whistle. The door opened, one muddy leg was inside the door, the other was outside the door, and the body was bound tightly by the two arms, and a wide and wide body was pressed tightly against the rough face newly shaved by the sun and rain. warm face.

He is familiar with this kind of hair oil fragrance, and this kind of method of hugging people, although he couldn't explain it at first, he is very familiar with it now. And the face, so soft, mixed with the fragrance of powder, you can suck it with your mouth.In the end, he tilted his mouth and found a wet tongue, which he bit on. "It's out of time! I thought you were rushed to the bottom of Dongting Lake by a bitch in Changde!" "I'll bite off your tongue!" "I'm going to bite you off..." Baizi who entered inside stood still under a red light in the hall, and the woman looked at him with a smirk.The pair stood side by side, he was a head taller than her, he squatted down slightly, and pulled the woman's waist like adjusting the oar rope, and the woman leaned forward.

"I'm tired of swaying the oar, I want to push the cart." "Push your mother!" said the woman, while searching Baizi's body.Throw the found things on the bed, and count the names of the things. "A bottle of cream, a roll of paper, a hand towel, a jar—what's in this jar?" "Guess!" "Guess your mother, did you forget to bring me the powder?" "Look at the sign of that jar! Open it and see!" The woman opened the jar in front of the lamp, sniffed it, and then sneezed. Baizi was so happy, and regardless of what the woman said, he snatched the jar and put it on a white wooden table, then grabbed the woman by the waist and fell to the bed.

The red oil lamp in the room was brightly lit, illuminating a pile of muddy footprints on the yellow floor. It was raining slowly outside. Open your ears to listen, there are still singing and laughing and cursing.The houses are separated by more than a thin layer of white wood, and the sound is a little lower than the sound of smoking, and you can hear it, but no one has the leisure to listen to the neighbors. The vertical and horizontal footprints of Baizi gradually dried up and became more distinct on the floor.The lamp was still bright, clearly illuminating a pair of people lying on the bed. "Baizi, let me tell you that you are really a cow." "I'm not like this, you don't believe how I behave down below!" "You behave! You swear that you are clean enough to enter the Temple of Heavenly Kings!" To enter the Temple of Heavenly Kings is to say like a pig, and the Temple of Heavenly Kings worships the gods. "I swear, nothing." "Swear, only your mother will believe you, I don't." Only as the woman said, the cypresses are simply like a young bull. When the cow arrives, it pants and relaxes, like a pile of muddy gondola ropes, loose on the bed. The fat tits grasped tightly with both hands, and bit them with their mouths.He bit her lower lip, her arm, and her leg... We remember that Baizi was climbing the mast in the daytime, but we understand that even if Baizi is a cow, he is also a dying cow. When the woman saw him smiling, the woman was lying on the floor. After a while, the two used a cigarette tray to make the Great Wall, and each occupied one side of the Great Wall to burn and eat. While burning the cigarette, the woman sang "Meng Jiangnu" to Bai Zi.Under such circumstances, Baizi, drinking a sip of tea and smoking a cigarette, seems to be an emperor. "Bitch, let me tell you, the daughter-in-law is the only one who has been terribly marked recently!" "Why don't you go and follow the boat to this place?" "I give them my life, and they don't want it either." "It's my turn to die." "It's your turn, you...it's been my turn for a long time! Let me ask you, how many..." The woman squashed her mouth, filled a burnt puff, and sent the bong over to stuff the cypress. mouth. Baizi took a drag on his cigarette and said, "Let me ask you, was someone here yesterday?" "Come on your mother! Others have been waiting for you for a long time. I pinch my fingers to count the days, and I count the days to your corpse..." "If I really ruined it on Qinglang Beach, you will be happy!" "Yes, I'm happy!" the woman became slightly angry as she spoke. Baizi is only happy when the woman is angry.Seeing the woman put her face down, he moved the cigarette tray to the bedside.Once the Great Wall was gone, the situation changed completely, and within a minute the situation had taken on a new look. Bo Sheng's clay legs hung down from the edge of the bed, and around the upper part of the legs were little feet made of red silk overshoes. one This ugly effort is a continuation and a beginning. Baizi braved the heavy rain and walked slowly on the mudflats on the river bank, holding in his hand a piece of burning waste cable, which shone brightly around three feet away, and the rain in front of him illuminated countless lines of returning light.Baizi walked through these thread forests completely uncovered, with his feet soaked in muddy water, - he went back to the boat. Although the rain is heavy, I am not busy. On the one hand, I am afraid of slipping, and on the other hand, there are things that can prevent the rain—or rather, forget the rain. His heart is warm when he thinks of the things in front of him, and when he thinks of everything in front of him, the rain on his head and the mud under his feet are nothing to worry about. At this time, the woman was sleeping, or she was accompanying another sailor to do something on the big white wooden bed, who knows.Baizi didn't think about it either.He remembers the woman's body very well: some winding places, some secluded places, some graves and some holes, even if you are a thousand miles away from the woman, you can feel it with your hands and tell the size.The woman's smile, the woman's movement, are firmly nailed to her heart like a leech.His income was worth all the hard work of a month, the wind, rain, and sun on the boat's journey, the loss of playing cards, and... He also advanced the happiness of the down days.This trip will be half a month or a month, he knows very well.In the future, he will also work happily, eat and sleep happily, because tonight he has obtained the hope from beginning to end, and what he "ate" today is enough to chew for two months, and he will come back in less than two months. His belt money is gone, and the expense is a good one.And he was not without calculations, he left a small amount of money in advance for playing cards on the ship.He didn't pursue what he got after spending money.Under what circumstances the money was obtained and when it was lost, Bozi could not use this to compare. In short, he has compared things sometimes, but the result is still "good value". Singing "Meng Jiangnu" and "Playing Yapai" softly, when they reached the springboard, Baizi walked over carefully, so he didn't dare to sing the scheduled "Eighteen Touches"-because the proprietress was still feeding the boat Boss' milk. The boats on the banks of the Chenzhou River belong to each gang, and there is a certain place for the boats to berth, so they don't mix with each other. But for each ship, if the goods are put together, they will get another place to load.So Bozi wobbled ashore twice from the gangplank, and the boat sailed away. May 25, 1928