Chapter 9 Section 09

After entering the city, the first place I stayed was a relatively clean hotel on Zhongzheng Street.Because we wanted to avoid meeting people, we chose a very discreet room at the back of that hotel, and we also wrote a pseudonym on the name tag. After laying out the suitcase and laying out the bedding, the tiredness of the past few days was exhausted for a while. That night, we didn't eat dinner, and before the sun set, Yueying and I went to bed. The sunny weather continued again, probably due to the warm current from the East China Sea mixed with the influence of the Yangtze River. In this cold November, the temperature is still the same as in March. It is really a small spring in the south of the Yangtze River.After we settled down in the city, we wandered around every day and had fun every night, and we completely forgot all the business concerns in the world.

Once, she and I went to Jiming Temple, and from the window of the apse, we looked northward for a long time at the Xuanwu Lake with the setting sun and decaying grass.Coming out from under the lintel of the ancient Tongtai Temple, I walked many mountain roads with her in front of the temple and behind the city.As I was going up the battlement from the west of the temple, I suddenly found an ancient well overgrown with dry grass beside the road. "Ah! This might be the Rouge Well!" I yelled and took her hand and walked closer to the well fence.She asked me what Yanzhijing was, and I told her about Empress Chen like I was telling a story to a child:

"Once upon a time, a wise emperor lived here. He was also very handsome, young, and good at poetry. Of course there were many concubines who served him, but among them, he loved the most. There are three or four people. He built many beautiful palaces here for them to live in. Have you been to Longevity Hill? For example, a house like the Summer Palace is built here, do you think it is good?" "Okay, naturally." "Nuan, in such a beautiful and nice house, there are people who live like you..." Having said that, I hugged her and bit her mouth.She and I sucked once, then urged:

"Who lives there?" "It's living here, it's full of little girls like you—" I plucked her in the face again. "Can they sing too?" This question made me fall in love with it. I hugged her, kissed her and said: "Isn't it? They not only sang operas, but also played the piano and danced swords, and wrote poems and calligraphy." "The emperor is really blessed!" "Isn't it? He got up early in the morning, just hugged one another like this, drinking, singing, composing poems, and playing all the time. At night, everyone went to the fireside, took off all their clothes, and drank again. Singing and playing, have been playing until dawn."

"Don't they sleep?" "Who says they can't fall asleep? When they are playing, they sleep there!" "Is everyone together?" "Isn't it?" "Aren't they shy?" "Who dares to shame them? This is what the emperor did. Do you dare to say a word? If you say a word, your head will be chopped off!" "Ah, drink!" "Are you afraid?" "I'm not afraid, but how could that emperor be so capable? Isn't he tired after sleeping with so many girls all day long?" "Of course he wasn't tired, the common people under him were exhausted. So when we got there, I was scared—"

"What happened after that?" "Afterwards, naturally everyone rose up against him, and there was a Han Qinhu who led his soldiers and killed him here." "But that Han Qinhu at Nanyang Pass?" "I don't know, but Han Qinhu has killed here, and his old man is still drinking and singing with those girls!" "Ah!" "After Han Qinhu came, guess what the concubines will do?" "Of course I captured the tiger with Han!" After hearing her words, I felt as if my heart had been stabbed by a steel needle, and I stopped talking, but I stared at her with wide eyes for a long time, and she laughed again, urging me to ask "what happened next?" What's the matter?" I really didn't have the courage to continue, so I asked her:

"Yueying! How could you be so corrupt?" "What kind of corruption? What do those concubines do, have nothing to do with me?" Koukou "Those concubines are much taller than you. They all followed the emperor and jumped into this well to die." After hearing my resolute words, she was also taken aback. She yelled "Ah--scared", she threw away my arms around her, and staggered back a few steps. Leaving the fence circle and running backwards. I chased after her, and hugged her again. Seeing her frightened face, I laughed unknowingly, and gently comforted her shoulder and said to her:

"You child! Are you still afraid of ghosts under such a blue sky and broad daylight? And I don't know if that well is Rouge Well!" Field parades like this haven't stopped almost every day since we moved into the city.Many famous mountain resorts in Nanjing, such as Yanzishan, Ming Xiaoling, Saoyelou, Mochou Lake, etc., are almost everywhere, so I feel that time passes quickly. I lived in the city for a week, and I just feel that it has passed It looks like two or three days. A few days before the end of November, a few north winds suddenly blew, and the gloomy weather lasted for two consecutive days. On the first day of December in the old calendar, there was a day of cold rain, and in the middle of the night, things changed. Snowdrops and flakes.

Because we have already been to all the places we want to go, we lit a pot of charcoal fire in the room, planning to stay behind closed doors in the future, and spend this cold winter like this.In the first few days, because of the cool north wind and the fresh charcoal fire in the room, two people sat around the fire and talked, or took a nap under the quilt, and felt that the life in this room was also very interesting.But after five or six days, the weather was always cloudy, and she couldn't get out of the door. Yueying had nothing to do from morning to night, she just sat with her hands folded and yawned.Thinking about it there, I looked over, and she seemed to be feeling bored.

What I dread the most is her sitting by the fireside after lunch with that long expression on her face. When I call her, she still pretends to smile and raises her head to look at me, but she and I are on the same page. The enthusiastic and tense expressions on the front and back of the boat became thinner day by day. Especially when going to bed and sleeping with me, the burning, the excitement, the heat that used to be, has become a contrived, empty low-key and playful.On the boat, I saw her shining eyes like black jewels, and her limbs that seemed to be convulsed violently, and disappeared to nowhere.

When I saw her sitting by the fireside on a gloomy afternoon, I would feel anxious. Once I couldn't bear it anymore, so I told her to say: "Yueying! Are you bored? Shall we go out and play?" She smiled at me, and answered me: "It's so cold, why go out? It's better to sit in the room and enjoy the fire. Where do you go when it's raining like this?" I sat bored, thinking about it alone, thinking of a way to make her happy.At night, I had to go to bed early again, and messed around with her all night, while I was thinking of various ways to satisfy her. The next morning, while she was still sleeping there, I climbed out of bed alone, braved the cold wind and light rain, and went to the street to buy a phonograph. Of course, the movies I bought were all ones that suited her taste, mainly those by Lao Tan, Wang Yu, etc., and there were also a few by Liu Hongsheng, Sun Juxian, and Wang Xiaoyi. This kind of strategy was really successful. During the first two days of buying it, she could hardly stop shaking it for two days.On the third day, she asked me to sing along to the film, and I coaxed her to laugh all day with my clumsy guttural voice and out-of-beat wild tunes.Later, when I also sang a little in time, she stood by and watched me as if she was tired of listening, just watching me swaying there desperately, and singing along there desperately.Sometimes, after the singing voice in the record was very passionate, although she also sang a sentence or two along with the lingering sentence, her enthusiasm of the previous two days seemed to be gone. In the midst of this gramophone trick, the weather turned fine again.The cold air subsides, and when the sun comes out in the middle of the day, there is very little wind. In the afternoon when the sun is slanting, we sometimes go for a walk in front of the Confucius Temple or on the street.After all, this kind of walk in the market is not as interesting as a field parade. It is probably just a rickshaw for an hour or two, and when you come back, you will bring back some food and new records, and you will get nothing else. After a few days, the tired look on her face returned, and after much deliberation, I came up with another way. I took a light train with her out of the city and went to Xiaguan to attend an opera. The theater in Xiaguan has newer houses than Anyuan in A, but the singers are really bad. Not only is she an expert, she can't listen to it, but I, who don't know much about opera, can't listen to it. I feel like I'm going to get a millet on my body. I went there twice with her, seeing how elated she was when she left, and how depressed she was when she came back, and felt so sorry for her, so on the way back from Xiaguan for the second time, I Because he wanted to give her some reason to be excited about her shriveled state, he told her a joke: "Yueying, the opera here is really bad. If you want to listen to the opera, let's go to Shanghai. Go to Shanghai to listen to the opera for two days. What do you think?" This injection of stimulant was really effective, as expected, the shooting light appeared in her eyes again.In the dark car seat, regardless of whether there was anyone next to her, she squeezed her butt tightly towards me, pinched me fiercely with one hand, and put her head closer, squinting at me lively With a charming smile, he said to me softly but powerfully: "Let's go, let's go to Shanghai and live there for two days. We can listen to the theater and go shopping at the same time. Alright, it's decided, we'll leave on the morning train tomorrow." This night I finally passed another night of intoxication, and she also regained a little of the old enthusiasm and joy, because when we slept, we were still talking about the debauchery and fornication of the famous stars on the stage of the Metropolis.