Chapter 12 Aunt Lan

After eating snacks in the morning, my second sister and I stood on the gate piers on the left and right sides of the gate, waiting to see the "red businessmen".So many people have been shot these days.In addition to bandits and robbers, there are also revolutionary male and female students.Before the prisoner left Shunzhi Gate, the street was already crowded with people waiting to watch. Four people were shot today, and they were students again.The students and the bandits were equally tied to the gondola, but their expressions were different.If there were bandits, they would be lively, wearing strips of red silk from silk shops along the road. They would have been drunk and shouted: "In twenty years, he will be a good man again!"

"It's okay, I lost a bowl-sized scar on my head!" "Brothers, give us a treat!" The spectators followed suit and responded: "it is good!" The students are different, they always bow their heads in silence, and the crowd can't get up, they just look at them silently with pity.I saw that students were being shot again today, so I thought of my mother's worries these days. She said to my father just the day before yesterday: "These days, the wind is not good, you still stay at home first, he always rushes in from outside in the middle of the night, it's scary."

Dad didn't care, he stretched his neck, and asked Mom back in Hakka: "Should I be surprised?" "Don't say we have a lot of guests, even we have a lot of children and servants in our own family. Isn't it good?" Dad still said nonchalantly: "What do you women know?" Standing on the door pier, I watched the carloads of people who were about to be shot. They were all college students with their hands behind their backs and didn't speak. For some reason, I remembered the Uncle Dexian that my parents were talking about. Uncle Dexian is a fellow of ours. He is studying at Peking University and lives in an apartment near the beach. He met Dad at the hometown meeting last year.Dad likes him very much, as his own brother.He can drink, loves to talk, and gets along very well with his father. As long as the two of them have a plate of peanuts, a plate of lamb head meat, and four taels of burning knives, they can talk until midnight.My mother often scolded this guest in Hokkien dialect behind his back, "Long butt!" One night half a year ago, he ran to our house in a panic and talked with his father in Hakka.It must be for a very terrible thing, Dad left him at home to live.Since then he has been haunting our house, but Dad said he was a great young man.

I am the eldest sister, counting down from me, there are three younger sisters, one younger brother, except for the fourth younger sister who can't speak, I dare say that none of us like Uncle Dexian because he ignores us, this is the first a reason.Also, his face is too long and he wears big black-rimmed glasses, which we don't like.What's more, when he came, Mom would be unlucky, Dad asked Mom to add more food, and said Mom couldn't cook Hakka food well, and Yong Tau Foo tasted bland!The boiled chicken is not tender enough!One day, my mother happily cooked a dish of her own hometown, and my father said to Uncle Dexian, "They know how to cook five willow fish!"

With these, we also have to stand on the mother's side.Every time Uncle Dexian came, we treated him coldly, pretending to look down on him on purpose, but in fact he didn't pay attention. Even so, I felt uneasy when I saw those who had been "on a red mission", as if these students who were going to be shot had nothing to do with Uncle Dexian. "Mom! Why hasn't Uncle Dexian come these days?" "Who knows where he died!" Ma replied easily.After a pause, she asked me again in a strange way: "Why are you asking him? Wouldn't it be better if he didn't come?" The scene was gone, and the street was restored to what it looked like every morning.The seller of sliced ​​cakes was briskly pushing his wheelbarrow all over his body, and on it was a piece of leftover sliced ​​cakes that had been cold, stuck alone on a bamboo stick.I was eight years old, and my two front teeth just fell out. The cake seller asked me if I could buy the leftover cake. I shook my head, and he joked:

"By the way, miss, you don't pay for eating cakes, and your front teeth have been taken out!" I glared at him with my mouth shut. At dusk, Hufang Bridge Street looks different.A new foreign goods store has opened across the street, and the entrance is full of adults and children enjoying the cool after dinner, sitting around a chatterbox with a loudspeaker installed.What was playing was "EMI Company Specially Asked Boss Tan Xinpei to Sing "Hongyang Cave"". The record made a rustling sound, indicating that the needle should be changed.The second sister said: "Sister, let's go over and wait to listen to "Foreign Masters Laugh." We just ran hand in hand, when I saw a group of bald people walking towards the road from the other side of the street. , they were wearing moon-white bamboo jackets and black cloth shoes. It was Fu Liancheng who was going to Guanghe Building for a night show.I said to my second sister:

"Look, what's coming? Let's come back and count the bad eyes!" My second sister and I went back to the gate of our own house, each riding on a door pier, waiting quietly, the team came, the leader was tall and tall, and the back was lined up from small to large.Across the street, "Foreign Masters Laughter" started, and with the accompaniment of "hahaha", every time I saw a child with red eyes passing by in the line, I yelled: "Bad eyes!" The second sister said: "One!" I said again: "Bad eyes!" The second sister said, "Two!"

Bad eyes, three!Bad eyes, four! ...Today there are eleven.Those children in Fu Liancheng who are studying opera are not much older than us. We shouted bad eyes, but they didn't even dare to tilt their heads, and they walked forward silently. , Those who flirt and flirt are all like fools. We were counting happily, when suddenly a person approached me and said "Hey", I was startled, it turned out to be the younger brother of the Shi family, and he was also wearing a moon white bamboo cloth coat.He asked me amazingly: "Yingzi, are your parents at home?" I nod.He walked towards the door, and we followed in, asking him what was the matter, but he ignored us, I must know that he had something important to do with his parents.As soon as they entered the bedroom door, their parents were talking about something, and when they saw the little brother coming in, they seemed to be taken aback for a moment.The little brother stepped forward and bowed, and then said like an endorsement:

"My dad asked me to tell Aunt Lin, Aunt Lin, if my Aunt Lan comes, don't keep her, because my dad kicked her out." At this time, Mom walked to the door of the bathroom, and I heard the sound of water splashing inside.Dad nodded and said: "Okay, okay, go back and tell your father, don't worry." The little brother bowed deeply again and left, still so serious, he didn't even look at us.After the little brother left, Dad was sipping incense tea, and Mom was lighting mosquito coils, neither of them spoke.The bathroom door opened, ah!Amid the steaming heat, it was Aunt Lan from the Shi family who walked out!When did she come?She was wearing a trousers and jacket of foreign linen yarn, and when she came out, she flattened her skirt, pushed her hair back, and said with a smile: "I have washed away all the bad luck in their Shi family! It's so happy!"

Mom said: "Brother is here just now, you know that?" "Why don't you know!" Aunt Lan raised her eyebrows, and said with a sneer, "What are you talking about? His father kicked me out? It's not bad! I want to leave, but the eldest young mistress just said that she can save face! He's the one who chased me away! Tsk, tsk, tsk!" She curled her mouth, and then said, "He can control whether others keep me or not? Can he stop? Come on, Xiuzi, come with me to the front yard and tell you Jia Song's mother will cook a bowl of noodles for me." As she spoke, she took the second sister's hand and walked out.Dad kept looking at Aunt Lan with a smile, stretched his neck, and beat his feet.There was no smile on Mom's face at all. Aunt Lan went out, and she stood in front of the table and said to Dad's back:

"Brother Shi even specially sent his younger brother to talk, what should we do?" "Should I be surprised?" Dad straightened his head. "What are you afraid of? You always invite people who cause trouble! It's so easy for Dexian, who has been elusive these days, to not come, and you left behind the aunt and grandma who went to court. What will Brother Shi say when he finds out?" "You're usually good with her, do you have the nerve to refuse her? And my brother is a step late, she was the one who entered the door first!" At this time Aunt Lan came in, and my parents stopped arguing, and my mother called me angrily: "Yingzi, go to the pharmacy across the street and buy me a bag of beans. The money is in the drawer. " "Mrs. Lin, what's wrong with you? Your stomach hurts again? Mr. Lin, you must be angry again?" Aunt Lan smiled after finishing speaking. I took three big ones from the drawer, thinking to myself: Dou ■ ("艹" on the top, "Kou" on the bottom) tastes cold and susu, which is very interesting.How nice it is for Aunt Lan to live at home!She can often take me to Chengnan Amusement Park. In the big theater is "Mei Yupei" by Xue Yanqin, in the civilized theater is "Saw Bowl Ding" by Zhang Xiaoying, in the Dagu Bookstore is a woman with braids singing the big drum, and Eat Xiao Youtian's winter vegetable buns.As I ran out, I thought about it, and my eyes were filled with the joyful scene of the drums and drums.