Chapter 12 The Golden Lock (12)

Shifang moved his chair, stood up, and bowed.Qiqiao put her hand on a maid's arm, walked in gracefully, greeted her a few times, sat down and offered a toast and food.Changbai said: "Where's my sister? There are guests here, and she doesn't help Zhang Luo Zhang Luo." Qiqiao said: "She will come down after two more pumps." Shifang was startled, and opened his eyes to look at her.Qiqiao hurriedly explained: "This child suffers from congenital deficiencies, and she has to be sprayed when she goes to the ground. Later, she also smoked this thing because of her illness. Miss's house, it’s so inconvenient! It’s not that I haven’t quit, and my body has Jiao, she's used to her temperament again, if she says throw it away, how can she throw it away! Quit smoking, it's been ten years." Shifang couldn't help but change color, Qiqiao had the prudence and wit of a lunatic.She knows that if one is not careful, people will use ridicule

Laughing, distrustful eyes cut off her words, she was used to that kind of pain.She was afraid that if she talked too much, people would see through her.So I stopped myself early and was busy adding wine and serving dishes.After a while, when Chang'an was mentioned again, she still repeated those few words lightly.Her flat, sharp throat was cut like razor blades on all sides. Chang An came downstairs quietly, black embroidered shoes and white stockings stayed on the stairs in the dim light of day.After stopping for a while, I went up again, step by step, and walked into the place where there was no light.

Qiqiao said: "Changbai, you can drink two more glasses with Mr. Tong, I'll go up first." The servant brought a pot, and replaced it with freshly scalded bamboo leaf green.A girl stood in a panic and stood at the door and called out the servant who was serving at the table. After a while, the servant came in and said something to Changbai Fuer. Changbai got up in a hurry and apologized to Shifang, saying: " Excuse me for the time being, I'll come as soon as I go, "I also went upstairs with three feet and two steps, and only Shifang was left drinking alone.The boy also felt sorry, and told him in a low voice: "Our Miss Juan is about to give birth." Shifang said, "Who is Miss Juan?" The boy said, "It's the young master's aunt."

Shifang took the rice and ate a couple of mouthfuls indiscriminately, he couldn't put down the bowl and leave, so he had to sit on the pear kang and wait, the wine was hot, he suddenly felt extremely tired, so he lay down.The flower pear kang with cloudy heads, the cold yellow rattan heart, the cold fragrance of grapefruit... my aunt has had a baby.This is the ancient China that he misses... His quiet and chaste Chinese lady is an opium smoker!He sat up, resting his head on his hands, feeling embarrassingly lonely. He took his hat and went out, and said to the boy: "Please tell your superiors later, I will thank you in person some other day!" He walked through the brick courtyard, and there was a tree growing in the middle of the courtyard, a dead branch of a tree Gao Gao is imprinted on the pale blue sky, like ice streaks on a magnet.Chang Jing quietly followed him and sent it out. There were light yellow daisies on her navy blue long-sleeved cheongsam.She clasped her hands together, with a rare softness on her face.Shifang turned around and said, "Miss Jiang..." She stood still at a distance, with her head down.Shifang bowed slightly, turned around and left.Changan felt that she was looking at the courtyard in the sun from a considerable distance. Looking down from a tall building, she was clear and friendly, but she had no ability to interfere. The courtyard, the tree, and the two people dragging the shadows of depression had nothing to say—not much A little recollection of her will be stored in a crystal bottle and held in both hands in the future──her first and last love.

Zhishou lay upright on the bed, his hands resting on his ribs curled up like the feet of a butchered chicken.The tent was half up.Day and night she would not let them lower the tent for her, she was afraid. Word came in from outside that Miss Juan had given birth to a young master.The girl dropped the steaming pot of medicine and ran out to shoot.The door was wide open, a gust of wind blew in, the tent swayed wildly, and the tent was automatically lowered, but Zhishou stopped protesting.She tilted her head to the right and rolled out of the pillow.She didn't die—it took another half a month to die.

Miss Juan straightened her upright and became Zhishou's substitute.Less than a year after he was born, he swallowed raw opium and committed suicide.Changbai didn't dare to marry again, so he just walked around in the brothel.Chang'an even gave up the idea of ​​getting married a long time ago. Qiqiao seems to be sleeping but not sleeping horizontally on the cigarette shop.For thirty years she wore a golden shackle.She hacked and killed several people with that heavy shackle horn, and killed half of those who survived.She knew that her son and daughter hated her, her husband's family hated her, and her mother's family hated her.She fumbled for the emerald jade bracelet on her wrist, and slowly pushed the bracelet up her bony arm until it reached her armpit.She herself couldn't believe that she had round arms when she was young.Even after a few years of marriage, there was only room for a crepe handkerchief in the bracelet.When I was a girl at the age of eighteen or nineteen, I rolled up the sleeves of the blue linen shirt with big trim and rolled up high, revealing a pair of snow-white wrists, and went to the street to buy vegetables.Those who like her include Chaolu from the butcher shop, Ding Yugen and Zhang Shaoquan, her brother's sworn brothers, and Shen Tailor's son.Like her, maybe just like to joke with her.However, if she picks one of them, after a long time, after giving birth to a child, the man will be more or less sincere to her.Qiqiao moved the small foreign pillow with ruffled leaves under her head, and rubbed it on her face. She lazily wiped away the tear on that side, let it hang on her cheek, and gradually dried it by herself.

After Qiqiao passed away, Chang'an and Changbai separated and moved out.It was not difficult for Qiqiao's daughter to solve her own problems. Rumor had it that she was walking down the street with a man who stopped at a stall and he bought her a pair of garter belts.Maybe she used her own money, but it was out of the man's pocket anyway. ...Of course this is just a rumor. The moon of thirty years ago has sunk, and the people of thirty years ago have died, but the story of thirty years ago is not over yet—it cannot be finished.