Chapter 8 -2

Fives This has a greater meaning: Tian Liede did not oppose his father purely because of his feelings; nor did he look down on fruit merchants, but opposed his father for the sake of justice.He felt that he should go to the mountain garden to publicize the method of cooperation, he should go to the inn to lecture on all kinds of illegal "using money", he should incite the shop assistants to ask for higher wages and less work, and he should go to the house to publicize that peeling peanuts and hawthorn cheese must be demanded. salary. However, he did not come home for two years.He dared not go home.He knew that the family not only didn't complain about that kind of operation, but felt proud enough; they had been like this for three lives, each doing his best for everyone.They will not understand him.If he didn't say a word, he would have to smell that sweet and sour smell all day long, and he would have to stay away from everyone for fear of being splashed with hawthorn soup.They must have whispered "Sir" to each other at work; he was a stranger in his own home!

He didn't dare to go to the shop either.Those old guys called him "junior brother", he couldn't bear it.He had a very important and profound truth to tell them; but the word "junior brother" ended everything. To the inn, to the mountain?It seems to be more difficult. what!He put his hands behind his head, smiled, and figured it out.These are all sentimental, even if he actually liberated one or two farmers on the mountain, liberated a few boys and his own family, what's the use?What he pursues is a larger ideal, not a trivial matter that directly has a relationship with Zhang San or Li Si, but an attempt to readjust the entire culture.He was not only against his father, but against the whole world.It is the stupidity of the lion to use all his strength to catch the rabbit. He doesn't have to do anything right away.Even if he really planned to start at home - no matter how ridiculous it was - he had to find another way, and he couldn't just go straight to court to make them laugh at him.

It's better not to go home for now.He got up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and lifted the seam of his trousers lightly.There are more than a dozen yuan in the trouser pocket, which will be enough for the travel expenses home.Did not dare to touch.not going home!Closed in the house, read a book for the winter vacation.From now on, I will never go home, refuse to inherit my father's property, don't watch movies... concentrate on studying.These are things that are not worth mentioning, but in order to express my determination, I have to think about it this way.Abandoning all these rotten things, I am a white lotus that comes out of the fresh pond water.Yes, I should at least become a writer, like Gorky, to give the world a new voice and hope.

six Looking out of the window, I saw a small piece of gray sky from the upper part of the glass, gray and quiet, just like the weather in the twelfth lunar month.I can't help but think of home again, and my heart seems to shrink from a big ideal to a needle point.He shook his head. The ideal may never be consistent with the real life. No philosopher can completely connect his philosophy of life with daily life, as naturally and evenly as the feathers of mandarin ducks. Not to mention anything else, firstly he was afraid that he would get sick from overuse of his brain.Imagining that he fell ill in bed and couldn't even drink a bowl of hot water, he became frightened.Touch my face, I'm not fat; I'm not a stout person.A man with brains cannot be compared with a man with brains, and presumably human beings will never be quite equal in this regard, he thought.He cannot take care of all mankind and at the same time suffer the greatest labor, no; that is not fair!

Stand up, walk to the window and look out.The low, gray clouds were about to drip.But there was not a single snowflake in the sky.The weather made people hesitate and depressed; he almost shouted: "Just a heavy snow, or a gust of wind!" The students cheered and carried their luggage outside. The end of the woolen scarf swung back and forth, like a dog's tail when having fun: "See you in the Chinese New Year, Zhang!" "See you in the Chinese New Year, Li!" Everyone shouted; Extraordinary joy, chasing rewards. "This group of mindless things!" He wanted to say something but didn't say it, and stood there blankly.He thought that if all his classmates left, he would definitely fall ill; he touched the money in his pocket unintentionally—it wasn't enough to buy some comfort and enjoyment.He seemed to be standing on the tip of a needle, unable to turn around; going home seemed to be the only safe way.

He slowly put on his overcoat, carefully wrapped up the short beautiful silk scarf, and pressed the tip into the overcoat; he couldn't be like a dog who is having fun.I wanted to take something else, thought about it, but didn't move.Do you know it must be home?Maybe he came back just after wandering in the street; he chose a book, opened it, and put it on the table; if he came back after wandering, he would definitely start reading that book. When I walked to the station, it was still more than one o'clock before I left the car.The station made him decide to go home for the time being.This tentative decision reminded him of the preparations he should make when going home: at least he should buy something for his sisters.This is not a favor, just a small act of following the custom.But the money will be enough to buy a second-class ticket. If he spares some of it to buy gifts, he will have to settle for the third-class ticket.The third-class car is cute, and once in a while there is always something common.But one should not take useless risks. The filth of third-class cars is not only physically dangerous, but it can also take away the little goodwill towards the third-class class in one's heart.From any perspective, this is not a perfect solution.As for buying presents, he will give them back when he gets home and has the money; even if he doesn't give them away, it won't hurt anything; Tian Liede shouldn't be relied on to maintain vulgar etiquette.

All figured out, he bought a second-class ticket.I bought two large newspapers in the car; although the newspaper seller forced him to have a full copy of the tabloid, he refused to accept it.Big newspapers, even if they are not read, are remarkably dignified. seven When he arrived at his own door, he hardly dared to knock on the door.Those two black doors were obviously ugly and terrifying.The red oiled "Tian Yu" on the door frame seemed to be much redder than before, and he suddenly thought of the big candles in front of the altar, the firecracker leather, and the New Year's wallet! ...all red.He pressed his hand on the door knocker involuntarily.

Unexpectedly, it was my mother who opened the door.Mother wasn't wearing the apron covered in syrup and red dots.Her hair was almost white, her face was dry and yellow, and her brows were sad.Tian Liede understood all this at a glance, and couldn't help calling out "Mom". "Hey, are you back?" She looked at her son's face with dim eyes, and wanted to laugh, but was cut back by tears. As his mother walked in, he didn't know what to think, he just felt that there was a loving and helpless mother beside him, and when he turned around the screen wall, there was a very handsome face on the second door: "Oh, Brother is here!" The face disappeared and ran to the inner courtyard.Immediately afterwards, the doors of each house rang, and the whole family ran out.The younger sisters surrounded him, on the steps were the aunt and the children, and the grandmother's face was in the glass of the Westinghouse.The younger sisters are all promising, and everyone's pure black eyes are looking at the elder brother, loving and slightly shy like a little girl, no one wants to say anything, and their mouths are open in a smile.

Grandma's mouth moved slowly through the glass.The mother rushed over and reported word by word in a loud voice: "Red! Red is here! The grandson is back!" The mother turned her head and greeted her son: "Look at grandma first!" Reed walked into the West Room like a doctor Go, the whole family will come with you.I didn't see any changes in my grandmother, except that the head shaking became more violent, and there was not even a tooth in her mouth. After speaking a few words with his grandmother, his tongue seemed to be moving.He answered, he asked questions, he hardly knew what was being said, as everyone said.The eldest sister brought him a Bat brand cigarette, but he didn't refuse, burning his lips hotly.Grandmother, mother, and sisters all refused to take their eyes away. Everyone thought his long face, big mouth, and western clothes were cute; he also thought he was cute.

He regretted not bringing presents to his sisters.Now that I have arrived home, I have to accommodate and deal with everyone, but I should also be able to get home; not bringing a gift makes this happy reunion missing a piece.It's too late to regret, his return may have already rewarded them, the gift is superfluous.Thinking of this, he calmed down a little, but the peace was not complete, like the wind and the moon, although it was quiet and not perfect. Eight The strange thing is why everyone doesn't work?He went to the main room to have a look, and there was only a pot of hawthorn cheese under the big case, another pot.Could it be that the New Year's goods have already been rushed out and brought to the shop?Looking at the clothes of the younger sisters, it doesn't look like they are getting ready for the New Year after rushing off the New Year's goods. The second sister's blue cloth jacket has a large patch on the front. "Why don't you catch up with the New Year's goods this year?" He couldn't help asking.

The eldest sister raised her eyelids and said like an adult: "At the end of last year, we prepared a lot, and all of them were left over. Five pots of white crabapple fruit were placed in February of the new year, and all of them were foaming. It is not as good as today. Once upon a time, money is tight!" Looking at the patch on the second sister's lapel, Tian Liede felt embarrassed when he heard the elder sister's imitation.Especially the eldest sister's attitude and tone made him feel cold.He finds it even more annoying when women don't work. The most helpless thing is to have dinner with grandma.His mother carefully cooked him two or three dishes that he liked, but each one was just a small dish; he didn't expect his mother to be so stingy. "Let's eat with grandma," said the mother apologetically, "we eat ours." He didn't know what to do.Grandma's toothless mouth squashes and swallows things whole, like an old duck!Grandma kept shaking her head, the iron skin seemed to be covered with a layer of rust!He didn't know how he could finish the meal without throwing it all up!He wanted to run out and yell, that the destruction of the family was the beginning of the road to freedom! But in the end he ate with his grandmother.After dinner, Grandmother lay down to rest; Mother called him aside.From the look in her eyes, he could see that there was another martyrdom to be done.He smiled instead. "Take a break too," the mother said affectionately and a little afraid of her son, "Go and see Dad first, don't wait for him to come back at night and lose his temper again; it's so hard for you to come back like this..." Mother's words It doesn't seem to be enough to show your heart. "Oh," he agreed in order to perfunctory his mother. Mother made a snack. "Look, Reed, he has changed his temper in the past two years! I don't want to tell you this, you just came back; but I'm so wronged..." She lifted her skirt and wiped the corners of her eyes. "Recently he drinks a lot, and loses his temper when he drinks. Even if he doesn't drink, he doesn't know how to talk, and keeps chattering, even lying on the bed and talking to himself, as if he is sick; you know how quiet he used to be "Now, is he in the South or the North?" He knew that going to see his father would be another disaster, but he was willing to end the present one first. "It's the south number and the north number!" The mother wanted to lift up the skirt again. "Nanhao has already gone out, otherwise he lost his temper. Not long after Nanhao was poured out, the storehouse in Beishi also shot." "I also made a move," Reed said casually. "In these days, we don't pay much attention to mountain goods. They are all foreign goods in boxes. The storehouse is not very popular! Such a big storehouse only sold for 1,500 yuan, just like Baishe!" Entering the Xinglongbei, the elder brother Xiuquan didn't recognize him, and asked very politely, "What are you looking at, sir?" He kept rubbing his hands.Tian Liede took off his hat, and senior brother Xiuquan glanced again, "Junior brother? You are really tall; I stopped suddenly, I dare not admit it, I dare not admit it! Sit down! The old man has gone out; come on , have a bowl of tea first." Tian Liede sat on an old elm lacquered chair next to the fruit basket, very uncomfortable. "Have you been doing well?" Brother Xiuquan couldn't think of anything else to say, "Is the age outside okay?" He is in his fifties, has not grown a beard, has a red face and big eyes, and looks like he is forty It looks like it's just starting out. "What about them?" Red asked. "Who? Ah, guys? Don't mention it—" Brother Xiuquan stretched the word "le" very long, "Now it's me and Xiushan with a little apprentice. The goods are gone, and Chinese New Year is just around the corner, so I have to get some goods, take a look," he pointed at the goods, "Is there anything for sale!" Reed took a look, and there were only some inconspicuous pears and apples on the mahogany lid of the magnetic jar; there were some chestnuts and peanuts in the dried fruit basket; there was a small pot of candied crabapples by the window, which was pitifully small.The empty space is full of cans, boxes of lotus root starch, and wine mixed with saccharic alcohol and sugar that will never be sold.He didn't want to look at these anymore—the shops that were going to be closed all used these paper-pasted bottles and jars for their facades. "Where did they all go?" "Who knows! Let's go our separate ways!" Brother Xiuquan shook his head, leaning against the bamboo basket. "Needless to mention, Junior Brother, I've been in this business since I was a child. I'm fifty-two this year, and I've never seen such a thing! At the end of the year before last, the store was still inseparable, but it's a bad thing. It's in the market. We make a lot of money, and the money and goods are cleared. When we return to the book at the end of the year, the market will continue to drop. Oriental oranges, Korean apples, we can't breathe. Peanuts and peanuts also We also took it early. Hawthorn and walnuts are valuable, but sugar is expensive; you see," he raised the blue curtain and pointed to a small shop across the way: "Look, we can sell candied fruit. He can’t sell him now; he uses saccharine for everything; for us, hawthorn is considered to make money, but it can be paid for by sugar. These days, people buy some fruits and candied fruit as decorations for the New Year. Our goods are authentic, what’s the use of authenticity! If they are cheap, we have to be cheap too. We shovel the goods out and have fun; we can’t sell them, let alone their roots are rotten!” He sighed.He just poured a full bowl of tea for Lie De, as if taking tea to vent his anger. "The aggression of the economy and the decline of the purchasing power of the people!" Reed understood clearly and said to himself in a low voice. Xiuquan was busy thinking about his own words, but he didn't understand what his younger brother was saying, and he didn't want to ask; If you don’t move, where will you go if you cut them off! When it’s May Day, you’ll lose even more, and there will never be any business in spring. The old man called the number two guy to one place, and he said in a terrible way: “You don’t have any My fault, they all helped me. But there is nothing I can do. Let’s cast lots, and whoever grabs him will go away. Everyone’s tears are in the eye sockets! The most loyal one is Xiuming, junior brother, do you still remember Xiuming? He said something : Big brother on the two cabinets, Xiuquan Xiushan doesn’t need to be arrested. So you see, we are still here. We both know it’s unfair, but we are shy and didn’t catch it. People in their 40s and 50s are different from young people Zhuang, where do we go to find work? We were laid off three times, and now Xiushan and I are left alone. The old people dare not go up the mountain anymore, and the market can’t afford it! Xinglong has changed to retail shopping. Bingsi came down and begged, but the old man dared not even see them! Nanhao made a move, and the storehouse was sold. We were still counting on garlic seedlings, huh, it’s over! The king melons in Redongzi used to sell for one yuan and two, but now The streets are hawking eight pieces for one yuan. Eggplants, winter melons, and Chinese toons were originally tribute items, but now they are all sold in the market, and they are not expensive. With these fresh products, who eats the garlic sprouts of Spicy Artemisia Artemisiae? We just consume them every day. The three old men stare blankly at these baskets all day long. Do you remember the scene on New Year’s Eve? The buyer broke the door; coppers and dimes were scattered all over the ground, and there was no time to throw them into the cabinet. Look now, today When is it? It’s the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month. You’ve been sitting for a long time, but a buyer came in? It’s so hard to hope for a buyer. Either it’s too expensive or the product is not good, so you go out empty-handed and stare at us. I did this kind of business!" Brother Xiuquan picked up a rag and wiped those magnetic cylinders desperately, as if to show that he was still working hard; although hard work was for nothing, he wanted to be ashamed of his heart. ten The second half of Xiuquan's words did not reach Reed's ears, partly because he was tired of hearing it, and partly because he was thinking.The fact is that the group at home, the group who work as buddies, and the group who grow fruit on the mountain have all come to the end of the road! horrible!But what he wants to liberate doesn't need him to bother. They and they are no longer in prison; they and they are going from prison to hell, and ghosts will rebel.Unless there is no way out, they cannot understand that history has always sacrificed human life there, and that the new light of history comes from hell.He didn't need to cry for them, no need, no use.This phenomenon is just a negative example, proving that what should not exist will die, and that without the help of others, it will be corrupted by itself, like a stale orange.He didn't need to be in a hurry, and he didn't need to help them; his eyes had already circled behind their fate, and he didn't need to be emotional. Just thinking about it, my father came in. "Yo, you!" The father is not looking good: his face is not so round because of his thinness.There is some loose skin under the cheeks, and it seems that a piece of the face has been grafted out.There was a beard on his mouth, which was pale, with yellowish tips, curling into his lips.There are many wrinkles on the forehead, and some black rust under the eyelids.The waist is also bent a little. Reed was startled and stood up abruptly.My heart suddenly became empty, like a movie suddenly cut off, and a blank space appeared on the stage. eleven Father took off his cap, and there was a white mark on his forehead.After looking at Reed for a while: "It's good that you're here, good!" My father has indeed changed, and my mother's words are true; my father didn't chatter like this before.Father sat down, let out a huff, and put his hands on his lap.He lazily raised his head and glanced at Lied: "You are a university student, there must be a way! I have no choice. I walked for a long time today, trying to make some money and work again. Get some money , I am also wicked, what should I do, I use Japanese oranges as blessing oranges, cook mountain red soup with saccharin, sell it no matter how cheap it is, but it is a scam, give small portions, and pack it in newspapers. Hmph, I have been around all morning, isn’t it "He patted his chest, "I have a house deed in my arms, and I want to get a lot of money. Huh! Huh! I understand, I have another house deed, and I can't get the money if I walk for two days Come on! If you have knowledge, you must have an idea; I don't. I am old, and I am waiting for a broken mat to drive me out of the city. I don't think about anything else. But this business has been in my hands for three lifetimes. Who is worthy of it? What! Two or three years of work will be lost, who would believe it? Your uncles have all gone to earn wages, so there is not enough to support the family, and you still have to rely on business, and business is like this!" He continued to mutter He spoke, but made no sound.Then he turned to Xiuquan: "Xiushan hasn't come back yet? It may not be evenly distributed! In this year, who is willing to help whom! If you can't borrow money, and if you can't even get the goods, that's good, save trouble! Haha!" He He laughed dryly, followed by coughing for a while, and chattered without words while coughing. twelve Reed slipped out after perfunctory father. He could forgive his father for not sending him money, he could forgive his father for being a fruit dealer, he could forgive his father for nagging, but he couldn't forgive his father's sentence: "You are a university student, there must be a way." pierced his heart.He understood everything at home, and he had a very perfect and brilliant idea long ago, but his idea was not connected to the scene in front of him, as if a conjurer was playing with a magnetic disk with one hand and could not touch one place; It's all broken. He saw that he was determined not to abandon his ideals along with his feelings.Although I often change my mind because of emotions, that is a weakness after all; the truth cannot be seen in the fog of emotions.Truth makes what has just been seen and heard inevitable, like winter rain into snowflakes.He didn't have to complain about the cold for the snowflakes.He didn't have to pity them, and he didn't have to explain anything to them. Yes, it seemed that all he wanted now was a practical solution—how to pull his feet out of the mud at once, cleanly.Losing yourself is the most stupid thing, because you are the guardian of truth.Run, run, run! Where are you going?How to escape?I have no money in my hands!He hated the world, why wasn't he born in a world that could support people like him?I remembered a photocopy of a famous painting I saw in this magazine: a beautiful young girl floated in a stream of clear water, her lower body was in the water, her skirt was floating on the water, her long hair was like golden algae going up and down with the microwave, her beautiful white The forehead is raised up, as if hoping for something; the chest is exposed, and the white flowers are piled up with various flowers.He didn't know why he thought of this picture, and he didn't want to think about the story in it.I just feel that the long hair and the jade-like forehead are cute and pitiful, but those flowers seem to be superfluous.This gave him a kind of joy, he felt that he had the ability to criticize. Forgot how to try to escape, and where he was going, he smiled and looked at the picture in his mind. Suddenly he came to the door of the house, and suddenly found the red "Tian Yu" in front of him, he was shocked! mourning Five subjugated slaves occupied Mr. Jin Ziliang's three-story tile-roofed house.Mr. Jin has a name: he used to be the section chief of the Public Security Bureau, and officials such as section chiefs and section members in other agencies; he had a little money left over and bought a few small houses; Rent is not enough to live a not-so-comfortable life.Because there are many friends in the government, if the tenants can't pay the rent by the end of the day, no matter whether it is intentional mischief or because the hands are too tight, Mr. Jin will ask the patrolmen to speak for him.At this point, Mr. Jin is very proud of the people who "eat tiles", and he is called a character. However, five "shrimps" forcibly occupied his three-room house.He didn't dare to say the words "subjugated slaves", so whenever he had to say this, he removed the upper half of "×× shrimps" and made a clever and non-dangerous cryptic - "shrimps".After the five shrimps took up his room, he complained to himself, why he was so careless and let the shrimps know when the house was vacant?He felt it was almost entirely his own fault, and that the Shrimp--and the Shrimp--was so tyrannical that it seemed natural. However, self-pity is not helpful.If Mr. Jin was punched or shoved by Xia Ren for no reason on the street, then it would be fine to say that he was unlucky or blame himself for being careless.The white house is not so simple, and it can't be let go so gently, although it is an excellent way to say nothing.The shrimps occupy his house, sell noodles, kidnap children, and do everything.This is a bit too "that".It's not that Mr. Jin intends to prevent the shrimps from doing this kind of business, or that he thinks there is something shameful about this kind of business; what makes him sad is that since they are running these businesses, why don't they give him the rent?If they don’t have a job to earn, they still have something to say if they don’t pay the rent; since they are selling white noodles piecemeal and earning money from kidnapping tickets at any time, why don’t they say a word about the rent? He thinks it’s hard for shrimps to work A little too much. He wanted to ask for the rent, but of course it was not convenient for him to go in person.He still has to trust the patrolmen.The request this time is very gentle, it is better to discuss a solution than a request.Negotiating with the shrimps is not as good as dealing with the Chinese. He understands the difficulties of the patrolmen.He didn't hope that the policemen would be able to succeed as soon as they promised. He only hoped that there would be a reasonable way to count where they went, do their best and then obey the destiny.If luckily my friends really have a good way, it would be nice to share the rent with each other equally; even if things are really difficult, or because half of the rent is cheap, they can work hard. He went to find friends.I didn't expect them to refuse at all. Not only were they unwilling to handle it for him, they seemed to dislike hearing such things.To put it bluntly, they all thought he was just asking for trouble.Even the half-price rent reward did not attract the slightest enthusiasm.Mr. Jin felt a little unhappy.But when he got home and thought about it, he thought about it: it wasn't that his friends didn't help him, but that he himself was too ignorant.For example, he was thinking, if this incident got to the ears of the shrimps, how could they not come to the door and tie him up, or set fire to his room! "Old Jin, you are so ignorant!" He scolded himself.Thinking about it again, shrimps occupy a lot of rooms, why no one else can say a word, but Lao Jin has three heads and six arms?Thinking of this, he was very grateful to his friends. Fortunately, they knew a lot and didn't give him any advice.If you really want to meet dubious friends, talk nonsense for a while, and be heard by the shrimps, then you will have to walk around! No longer thinking that the house was over, he made up his mind.This calm and calm made him think of a wonderful way.He raised rents on the remaining properties.The shrimps lived in my house for nothing, and he made a careful plan, and I taught everyone to take a little more every month; everyone's losses were limited, but I would not make the shrimps angry, and I would not suffer a lot in money.Yes, yes!If the tenants object, that's easy; I can't cure the shrimps, and I can't cure the tadpoles either!He thought this metaphor was very clever and gratifying, and he laughed for a long time. A rickshaw driver came to see Mr. Jin.Mr. Jin couldn’t remember that he had such relatives and friends; even if he did have such bitter friends, he would not be able to see them in his capacity, but he dared not see them; he had worked in the police station, and he knew that there were good men among the poor. Don't offend.In his heart, the so-called hero is thick arms, strong strength, unreasonable.He is afraid of such people.He immediately came out to meet the rickshaw driver; in terms of position, he felt that he was too humble; in terms of strength, he thought he was very shrewd.Being able to use force to suppress others, and being able to avoid being beaten, is the highest wisdom in life for him. As soon as he saw the rickshaw driver, he regretted it.He had never seen such a ragged, distressed, and discouraged coachman.This man was about forty years old, not tall, with a long and thin face and two sky-gazing eyes.The upper body is wearing a blue sweater, which is five cents thick; the trousers are also blue, patched with various rags, and there are two or three holes in the legs.Bare feet, broken shoes with open mouths, tied with hemp rope.In his hand was a small towel of the same color as the ground, and his arms were open, with some catfish skin hanging from the ribs, and the skin was covered with black mud that had been nourished for many days. "What are you doing?" Mr. Jin blocked his nose, feeling very unhappy in his heart. "Sir!" The rickshaw driver rolled his eyes upwards and pressed his right hand to his chest.It was as if there was a stabbing pain. "Speak up! I'm not just here to serve you!" Although Mr. Jin was really angry, he felt his own greatness and status in his heart when he heard his own shouting, and his anger was reduced by a point or two.He thought, even if he was face to face with the shrimps, their shouts would not be so powerful. "Sir! Don't you own a house in Banzi Hutong?" The cart driver rolled his eyes and waited for Mr. Jin to admit it; he was afraid of making a mistake.Hearing about his house, Mr. Jin felt a little confused.Whether it is good or bad, there is no way to guess, so he had no choice but to pretend to support: "What if it is mine, so what if it is not mine?" "Sir! Please help me!" The coachman rolled his eyes upwards, rolled his eyes, and shed tears; he lowered his head, threw himself forward, and knelt at Mr. Jin's feet.After kneeling down, he raised his head again, his face was full of tears, his mouth moved a few times, but he couldn't speak. "What's the matter? Look! Get up!" Mr. Jin wanted to pull the coachman, but he retracted his hand when he saw that his clothes were too dirty. "If you have something to say, really!" The driver didn't know what to do, and while muttering "help me", he stood up; stood up, and sighed deeply. "Be clear first, don't play this 'deterioration'!" Mr. Jin sat down. "Sir!" The driver's tears flowed down again. "I'm a poor man. My wife has been dead for several years. I take Dali—he's eight years old this year—poor. All day long, I go to Kuyan. Everything else is trivial. At night I have to bring Dali Come back with two white flour steamed buns. I live for him. He is the root of my Feng family! During the day, when I go to pull the cart, he just keeps an eye on the third aunt—my wife’s heartless old sister—together with me Play. Every day I collect the car, he and the old aunt are always waiting for me at the entrance of the alley, and those who are far away call me Dad, and take the steamed buns or sesame cakes with a smile like a flower!" He was stunned for a while, as if Listen for Italian laughter. "Yesterday, I took the car, that is, it was four o'clock! The business was good, so I closed it a little earlier, and bought a package of sauced meat for Dali-the child always can't eat meat; there is no him at the entrance of the alley, maybe Unexpectedly, I came back so early, I said to myself. When I got home, my aunt was crying in the house. Ask her what, she just shook her head. She has been short-sighted since she was a child. When I went out to ask the neighbors, none of them saw it with their own eyes. , but they all said that the people in Jiaobanzi Hutong must have been kidnapped. I don’t believe it. It’s true that they kidnapped children, I know; but I’ve never heard of such a poor child as Dali being kidnapped. A piece of torn trousers, nothing else; why tie him up, blind? I don’t believe it. But I have to go to him. I asked the policemen, they saw something, it’s true, the two devils taught by Italy They were the patrolmen who saw it, but they didn’t dare to take care of it; they blamed me for not looking after the child well!” The coachman frothed a lot at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were fixed, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he grabbed the baby with his hands. took two. "I'll go to Banzi Hutong, they want twenty yuan; if there's no money, they'll tear it up—" The coachman covered his eyes, his hands trembling.After a while, he put his hand down, as if he had forgotten everything, and stood there blankly.Suddenly, he let out a miserable laugh, as if his grief and resentment had reached the extreme, so he had no choice but to suddenly turn them into a smile, like a white flash in the darkest night. "Twenty dollars? Huh, me? I haven't seen a dollar in years! I went to the inspector and kowtowed him three times; no use! He said I'd better scrape together twenty dollars , Redeem back the big profits. Need him to say! Where can I raise money, me? Sell what you don’t sell, sell what you don’t have! When I come back from Banzi Hutong, I just ask for money; even a small coat worn by the old aunt I peeled it off; Huh, sir, I got five yuan in total; I couldn’t think of a way, so I kowtowed to the shopkeeper of the car factory. I have pulled his car for ten years, and I have never owed a car I asked him to borrow fifteen yuan. After that, I will pay him back a dime every day and give him interest. The shopkeeper Cui is not bad, and he gave me five yuan. Although I am still short of ten yuan, I am sorry. Force him again. He made it clear that there is no interest on the five yuan, and he taught me to pay it back slowly. He is such a good friend, how can I make things difficult for him?" At this point, he seemed to forget the pain for a while, and Naively took out two five-yuan bills from his waist, and showed Mr. Jin one of them in each hand like a child presenting a new toy. "Why did you ask me?" Mr. Jin had already guessed the purpose of the coachman's visit, but he was willing to understand why the coachman thought of him.He was not very enthusiastic about whether he should help the poor man in front of him. If the coachman came to ask for help, he only wanted to know what kind of position and ability he had in this matter—maybe it might be a little dangerous! "That's how it is, sir," said the coachman, taking the two bills away carefully. "The shopkeeper Cui saw that I was in a difficult situation, and gave me an idea: He said, Old Feng, please go and beg Mr. Jin! The house in Banzi Hutong belongs to Mr. Jin. When you get there, you should say, Old Feng : Mr. Jin, first of all, you are an outsider, and you are very loyal; second, the house is yours, if they really tear it up—I lost my son, and you dirty the house, it is not a good thing. This is the shopkeeper Cui Teach me, sir. I don’t know you well, so I’m ashamed to beg you, but I’m at my wit’s end. Sir, I’ll lose a few bucks in poker, please help me! Besides, shopkeeper Cui is also right: in case If the house is dirty, Mister will suffer a lot!" The coachman wiped his mouth with a small towel, and looked at Mr. Jin with good eyes. Mr. Jin made it difficult: the coachman asked for ten yuan, yes, it is very simple.However, it doesn't seem like a big deal to meet each other by chance and give ten yuan for nothing.Besides, how do you know that the coachman is not a liar? Liars will put on a show with tears in their noses.If the coachman was telling the truth, it would be really tragic; if he was a liar, wouldn't Mr. Jin be a big victim.It’s all right to do good deeds and accumulate virtue occasionally; but you can’t be cheated of money casually.It is best to inquire about it, or the coachman himself can produce real evidence; with sufficient evidence, it is appropriate to take the money, although he is not necessarily responsible for taking the money.However, because of this matter, Mr. Jin is inconvenient to go out to inquire on his own; well, the patrolmen are all hiding, and he is not the current magistrate, so why throw the new shoes into the mud.As for asking the coachman for more evidence, it is not very appropriate; if this is true, and the coachman comes here eight times, it will be wonderful to teach the shrimps to know!Just send the coachman away, don't teach him to die here.How can I send him away?Probably must give money!If you don't give him money, he may come again, and sooner or later the shrimps will know the right and wrong and will not be dragged down.Besides, if the coachman's words are true, it is indeed a bargain to spend a few dollars to save the house from being dirty.Well, if you really want to tear up the tickets in your own house, one day the shrimps will move out, and your property will become a haunted house forever, that would be heartwarming!Of course, a child of seven or eight—the son of a coachman again—probably wouldn't be haunted if he were murdered.不过，到底不好听，房子是吃不住人血的！算了吧，给他钱，打发他走就完了。说不定，为这个善举，感动了上天，还许教虾仁们早些搬开呢！ 金先生心中大致的有了这么个决定。可是还不肯马上执行，唯恐忙中有错，作的不妥当。他挪挪茶碗，摸摸脖子，看看车夫……仿佛是希望在这些小动作中能得到意外的灵感。 再也想不出高明的主意来，他极慢的，先转过身去，掏出皮夹来。皮夹里分类的装着两张钞票，一张十元的，一张五元的；一打儿毛票，大概有七八毛钱的样子；两毛缺角的旧票，和几张名片在一块儿。他细数了一遍，更整齐的从新按类放好。然后又拿起那张十元的，看了看，放下；把那张五元的提出来。 “五块，拿去！”金先生的动作加快了许多。“别再来！别跟人说板子胡同的房是我的！快走！” 车夫接过票子去，不知要说什么好，他知道五块钱不够，可是要先谢谢金先生，而后再央求；央求也怪不好意思了，可是儿子的命——他心中非常的乱。 金先生把车夫一切的话都拦了回去：“拿了钱就走吧！还得等我央告你吗？” “先生，我，真——”车夫心中更乱起来，一句话也找不到了。 "Go!" 快晌午了，老冯紧紧握着三张票子，到板子胡同去。他心中这么想：钱是没凑够，可是办法已都想尽；再去跑上一天，也未必能有什么好处；而大利是越早出来越好。好吧，就去交款吧。绑票的事是常有的，差不多听说过的都是要三千五千，至少也得几百。这回，一要才要二十块，那么，交上十五，再央告央告，大概也就可以把孩子领出来了！情理，希望，和爱子的心切，都使老冯觉到事情很可以就这么了结。有了大利，以后他还能高高兴兴的苦奔；等大利能自己挣饭吃，自己一闭眼也就放心了。这么一想，他心中似乎得到了一些安慰，觉到黑暗中还有不少的光明。他承认大利被绑是件事实，这件事能解决，快快的解决，便一天云雾散；明天再说明天的，而且大利能平安的出来，明天还是很有希望的。他不想什么法律，正义，民族，国家等问题。这些似乎永远没到他心中来过。就是这件事的对与不对，他似乎也不愿去想，仿佛一个外国人绑去他的儿子是除了拿钱去赎，别无办法的。他着急，可是不生气，巡警们没生气，金先生没生气，老冯自己也不敢生气。他只求快快解决了这桩事，越快越好；他脚底下加了劲，张着嘴的破鞋噗喳噗喳的象一对快要干死的大鱼。 到了板子胡同，他敲了敲门。出来一个金先生所谓的虾仁。一见是老冯，虾仁说了声“妈×”。老冯知道虾仁们的中国话是以这两个字为中心的，一点也不以为新奇，更说不到生气来。他掏出那三张票子来。虾仁的眼睛亮了些，为表示一点感情，又说了声“妈×”。 老冯留了个心眼：非见到大利，不能交钱；万一钱交过去，而他们变了卦呢！他很规矩的，勉强的陪笑，说明了这个意思。虾仁似乎听清楚，又似乎没听清楚，走了进去，老冯也跟进去。到了院中，从屋里又走出一对虾仁来，都丧胆游魄的，脸上没有什么血色，仿佛是活腻了的样子。“爸爸！”屋门中探出个圆头来，“爸爸！” 圆头上挨了一拳，又缩了回去，可是还叫：“爸爸！带来烧饼了吗？他们不给我饭吃！”说完，圆头又伸了出来，虽然又挨了一拳，可是没有退回去；大利一下子跑出来，抱住爸的腿：“爸爸你怎么不早来呢！我饿！” 一个虾仁想把大利揪过去，大利照准了手给了一口：“我爸爸来了，我一点不怕你！” 虾仁捂住了手，似乎生了气，可是没发作。老冯赶紧叱呼大利，同时笑脸相迎的把钱递给了头一个虾仁。 虾仁接过钱去，数了数：“妈×，妈×，五块少！”“老爷！”老冯一手摸着大利的头，一手作势，帮助加重求怜的恳切：“老爷！苦人哪！以后再孝敬吧！” 虾仁们嘀咕了一会儿。过来两个，拉住大利的胳臂。“爸爸！”大利本能的觉到危险，脸上登时没了血色。“爸爸！别教他们打死我！我从此乖乖的，再也不淘气！” “五块少，死妈×！”一个虾仁用力拉了大利一下子。 "dad!" 老冯跪下了：“老爷们，善心吧！就是这么一条根啊！” 屋里又出来一对虾仁，用眼神鼓励了拉着大利的那两个一下。那两个一蹲身，一人抄住大利一条腿。大利哆嗦开了，眼睛冒着一股冷火。岔了音的喊了声：“爸爸！”刚喊出来，老冯眼前看见了一片红！ 老冯怎样出来的，他自己也不知道。一向是望着天走路，现在他深深的低着头。他看不见路，看不见人，看不见一切；眼前只有些红光。红光忽然结成一片，里面是大利的上半身，向他张着口，无声的喊爸爸。忽然红光散成多少片，一片红光包着大利的肠，另一片包着大利的胃，都鲜红的，颤抖着，在空中上下飞动。上下左右还有许多片红光与红星，是大利的眼，手，脚指，都颤动着，都无声的喊叫，哭泣，象肉店的肉块五脏都忽然疯了似的在空中乱飞，用力的眨一眨眼，他眼前的红光散尽，仿佛大利就在他身旁呢，他用手去拉，忽然在老远的来了一声“爸爸”，大利又在红光里从远处飞来，眼睁得很大，到了老冯面前，那双眼睛就那么闭了一闭，象刀在脖子上的时候的羊眼。老冯忽然的哭起来，哭不出声，胸中发热，从腹下抽起，抽到腮上，干裂着嘴。 他就这样恍恍惚惚的来到家中。老姨身上披着两张旧报纸在炕上坐着呢。他没说什么，她也没发问。老冯象醉了似的在屋里由这头摸到那头，自言自语的：“肠子！手！大利！大利！爸给你报仇！”摸了半天，他把菜刀摸到手中，用小毛巾包好，又走了出来。 出了门，他的眼前不那么乱了，心中好似也清楚了些。着急的时期已经过去，现在他想着给大利报仇。不用再求人，不用再想办法，不用再说好话，手中有刀，刀会解决一切。杀一个够本，杀两个就有了赚头，很简单。他挺起瘦胸，眼望着天，看得清清楚楚，天上有几块白云，时来时去，掩住又放开日光。他仿佛永未曾看见过这样爽朗的天气，他自己心中也永没有这样充实痛快过。他觉到自己是条汉子，再也用不着给谁磕头请安，刀是天下最硬棒的东西。他一点也不怀疑自己的力量不足，或下不去手杀人；他已忘了自己，自己好似只是一口正气，刀是正气的唇舌。 非常从容的敲了两下门，把刀上的小毛巾解了下来。一个虾仁来开门，刚一露头，刀正抹在气嗓上，血溅出老远，一声没出，便歪了下去。 老冯一直走了进去，大利两腿岔得很宽的还在地上躺着。老冯只叫了声：“大利，爸来了！”一别头，走过去。拉开屋门，四个虾仁都在屋中坐着吸烟呢，屋中满是烟气，呛得老冯嗽了一声。他们看见老冯拿着刀，并不着慌，只彼此对看了看，好象是说：“有人杀咱们来了，怎办？”大概是当亡国奴当惯了，所以拿挨杀当作理应如此的事。老冯没顾得选择，照准最前面的那个就是一刀。其余的那三个，开始要想往外跑；害怕，可是还打不起精神逃命，宁可早送一会儿命，也不肯快走一步。他们也不想抵抗；好似天生成的一种动物，专找不抵抗的去欺侮，而遇着厉害的自己也就不抵抗。有一种癞狗就是如此。 老冯杀上了火来，见人就砍，不久，血已顺着手往下流。他红了眼，听着刀碰肉咯哧咯哧的声响，心中分外的痛快。他没想到杀人是这么容易的事，更没想到虾仁们能这么容易杀。他们眼睛贼似的目留着他的刀，东奔西躲。他们越这样贼滑，他越发怒；“给你们磕头，你们把我的孩子劈了；太爷拿来刀，你们又不斗，我×你们十八辈的祖宗！”他一边骂，一边往前走，刀落在他们身上，他们闭闭眼。砍倒了两个，带伤跑出去两个。老冯在砍倒的两个身上象剁菜似的砍了一阵。两个断了气，老冯的刀再也拔不出来，他的汗已把衣裳湿透，身上满是血点。他努着最后的力气，走到院中。看见大利的尸身，他忽然手脚全软了，一头扑在地上，搂着大利的圆头，恸哭起来；他现在有了眼泪。 哭了不知多久，他收了声，低声的说：“大利！爸爸给你报了仇！跟爸爸走吧，小子，我的宝贝！”一面说，一面把大利的腿并起来，而后到屋中找了条被子，把孩子包起来。“大利，走吧！”抱着孩子走到门口，一眼看见倒在那里的那个虾仁，他把大利的头轻轻的拉出来：“大利！大利！看哪！爸给你报了仇，真的！”说完，他忽然心中一动，蹲下身去，在那个人身上摸了摸，摸到了那三张钞票。“大利，你有了棺材！搧！” 走到胡同口上，遇见了本段上的巡长，老冯认识他。 “刘巡长，大利！”老冯指了指被子，“撕了！”“你快别声张！”巡长的脸色忽然变了。“老哥儿们了，别给地面上惹事！我告诉你什么来着？教你凑钱，你作为没听见！你，得了，快走吧！”巡长似乎还有许多话要说，可是为地面上的安全，不便于再多说，“快走吧！” “巡长，我砍死他们三个！” "what?" “杀了三个，伤了俩！” “得，马蜂窝是扌通了！全得没命！”