Chapter 2 Jasmine slices (2)

The car turned another corner.Palm trees rustled against the windows, he jumped up, rang the bell, the car stopped and he got out. His house is a big house.When they first moved from Shanghai, the yard was full of flowers and trees, and within two or three years, some were withered, some were dead, some were cut down, the sun was shining, and the eyes were full of desolation.A handyman dragged a rattan chair over on the grass and poured a pot of boiling water on it to kill stink Gu. Inside the room, in the dark hallway, only a ray of light can be seen on the handrail of the vermilion lacquered stairs, winding and winding, going up far away.Chuanqing tiptoed upstairs and ran towards his bedroom without seeing anyone.Unexpectedly, the old floorboards creaked for a while, and Mama Liu heard it. She stopped her face and said, "The young master is back! Have you seen the old lady?" Chuanqing said, "I'll see you later when we have dinner." What are you up to?" Mama Liu grabbed his sleeve and said, "Here we go again! Don't you have done something wrong again? You are sneaking and hiding from people! Let's go as soon as possible, just meet up and we'll be done. If you don't go, you'll be angry again!" Chuanqing suddenly became seven or eight years younger, and he gritted his teeth, refusing to go to death.The more Mama Liu teased and teased, the more he retreated.

Liu Ma was his mother's dowry maid.At home, he hated Liu Ma just as he hated Yan Danzhu at school.In the cold weather, he was numb from the cold, but that was fine. A little bit of warmth made him feel bitterly cold. He finally wanted to get away because he hated Liu Ma, and agreed to see his father and stepmother.His father, Nie Jiechen, wore an oil-stained snow-green soft satin vest over his undershirt.His stepmother was lying face to face on the bunk with disheveled hair and a whole body in black.He stepped forward to say hello: "Dad, Mom!" Both of them snorted unreasonably.Chuanqing's heart had just dropped to the ground, and he guessed that nothing would happen to them today.

His father asked, "Have you paid for the tuition?" Chuanqing sat down on a sofa beside the couch, and replied, "I paid." His father said, "How many did you choose?" Chuanqing said, "" History of English, English prose in the 19th century──" His father said: "Your English─forget it! A donkey with a crossed leg runs after a horse, and if it breaks its leg, it is also empty!" His stepmother laughed and said, "It is The young master has a bad temper. At worst, the family hires a remedial teacher to be a gunner for him at any time." His father said: "I don't have the spare money to hire a tutor for him. What else did I choose?" Chuanqing said: "History of Chinese literature." His father said: "That's cheap for you! You have read Tang poems and Song poems a long time ago." His stepmother said: "If you don't have other skills, you will be lazy!"

Chuanqing lowered his head again and again, almost falling to the ground.The body is bent forward, holding the small iron pipe at the tip of the shoelace with one hand, and scraping gently on the leather shoe.His father turned over on the kang, held a roll of newspaper, tapped him on the neck, and shouted: "If your hands are idle and have nothing to do, they will ruin things! Go, go, go." ! Go over there and burn some bubbles." Chuanqing sat on a small pot in the corner, and set fire on the low coffee table.His stepmother was in a particularly good mood today, took a sip of tea from the small gold-painted teapot, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Chuanqing, do you have a girlfriend at school?" His father said: "He, Lian Nan I don't have any friends, and I deserve to have a girlfriend!" His stepmother laughed and said, "Chuanqing, let me ask you, someone outside said that there is a lady named Yan who is also from Shanghai and is pursuing you there. Is that true? "Chuanqing blushed, and said: "Yan Danzhu—she has many friends, how could she fall in love with me?" His father said, "Who said she has a crush on you? Didn't she fall in love with you?" I'm looking at you! Just rely on you? Three points like a human, seven points like a ghost──" Chuanqing thought, "My money? My money?"

One day, the money is his, and he can sign the checkbook as he pleases.He has been looking forward to it since he was twelve or thirteen years old, and he has practiced in advance, writing his name crookedly and hurriedly on a canceled check, one on the left and one on the right, "Nie Chuanqing, Nie Chuanqing, "Handsome and majestic," Nie Chuanqing, Nie Chuanqing." But his father slapped him hard, snatched the check, rolled it into a ball, and threw it at his face.Why?Because that touched his dad's hidden fears.Once the money is in his hands, will he spend it like crazy?The shy, sullen, idiotic child.His dad didn't mean to train him to be like this.Now that his father saw him, he only felt angry and helpless, and secretly a little scared.His father said: "When I hit him, he didn't cry, but just stared at people with wide eyes. I hated him for staring at people—it made me angry!" At this time, Chuanqing Burning in his hand, he couldn't help but opened his frightened eyes again, staring blankly at his father.One day... At that time, it will be his world, but he has been trampled beyond recognition.Strange victory!

The opium from the mark was poured into the lamp.Chuanqing was taken aback, he was afraid they would see him, but fortunately the old lady came in and reported that the second aunt of Xu's family was coming, so she slipped past.His father said to him: "You go out for me as soon as possible! You are a rascal, you are not a man at all. If you let people laugh at you, you are not ashamed, but I am ashamed!" His stepmother said: "This child, what? He's not sick, he's just as skinny as a stick, and people look at him and think we've treated him badly! I haven't seen him eating or drinking less all day long!"

Chuanqing left the room with his head down, and a female guest came to meet him.Flickering in the shadows, looking around for no one, he just went into his own bedroom and flipped through a few books he had brought back from school.He remembered Yan Danzhu's repeated words of persuasion to him to work hard, and he suddenly got excited and decided to do some homework.The room was full of fog, and it was the smell of opium wafting from the next door.He was born and raised in this air, but for some reason today, after smelling this smell, he felt dizzy and just wanted to vomit.It's better to clean up the living room downstairs.He grabbed the book and ran down, full of irritability.There is a touch of sun and dust in the living room.There is a feather broom in the Jihong vase.He sat down beside the mahogany square table in the middle, and leaned on the marble table top.The tabletop is as cold as the glass windows on a bus.

The azaleas outside the window, Yan Danzhu in the window... Danzhu's father is Yan Ziye.That name, when he was a child, he saw it before he could read.On the blank page inside the cover of a dilapidated "Zaochao" magazine, he once struggled to recognize each word: "Bi Luo's female history is Qingwan. The words are gifted at midnight." His mother's name is Feng Biluo. He dragged a textbook casually, resting his head on his sleeve, and read a few pages.He seemed to have returned to the age when he was not very literate. He struggled to recognize each word without knowing what he was reading.Suddenly Liu Ma came in and said, "Master, get out of the way." She took off the tablecloth from her shoulders, spread it on the table, and tied the table legs with belts.Chuanqing said, "What? Do you want to play cards?" Mama Liu said, "Three are missing and one is missing, so I called my uncle and master." Then, a handyman came in and brought in a light bulb with a hundred lights. .Chuanqing had no choice but to pack up his textbooks and went back upstairs.

In the corner of his bedroom was a large rattan box full of tattered books.He remembered a stack of "Morning Tide" magazines in there.There was a belt tied across the rattan box. He was too lazy to take it off, so he pried up one end of the box lid, put his hand in, and flipped it over.Suddenly, he remembered that the "Morning Tide" magazine had been lost when they moved, and there was not a single copy left. He put both hands in the box, pressed tightly by the box lid.The head hangs, and the neck bone seems to be broken.The collar of the blue jacket was turned up, and the sun shone warmly through the collar and into the hollow of his neck, but he had a strange feeling, as if it was getting dark—it was already dark.He stood by the window alone, and the sky in his heart also went dark.An unspeakable dim sadness... As in a dream, the person guarding the window was himself first, and in an instant he saw clearly that it was his mother.Her front bangs hung long, her head was bowed, and the pointy bottom half of her face was just a white shadow.As for the faint eyes and eyebrows, they are like dark shadows in the moon.However, he knew with certainty that it was his dead mother, Feng Biluo.