Chapter 207 Chapter 13

It was already late at night, the rain outside had lightened, and the Baishan Pavilion was shrouded in rain and fog. 108 cells.Feng Jinjun lay quietly on the bed, with his head resting on his hands, looking relaxed, looking at the ceiling. A tossed and turned pancakes on the bed, unable to fall asleep. Feng Jinjun: "What? Can't sleep?" A: "Yes!" Feng Jinjun smiled: "Shall we talk?" A nodded: "OK!" Feng Jinjun sat up, took out a cigarette butt from under the bed, struck a match and lit it. Feng Jinjun sat quietly on the head of the bed, smoking a cigarette. For a while, the two of them seemed to have no idea what to say.After a long time, Feng Jinjun laughed suddenly, he couldn't help laughing and was very happy.

A looked at Feng Jinjun.It took a long time before Feng Jinjun managed to suppress his smile. Feng Jinjun: "Do you remember the Cathay Pacific Theater?" A: "You mean the one on Zou Ronglu?" Feng Jinjun: "Yes! I remember that when I first arrived in Chongqing, a few friends greeted me, and then I went to see a performance at the Cathay Pacific Theater. There was a clown, it was so funny..." A: "The one who can do somersaults and stand on his head?" Feng Jinjun: "Yes, yes, yes! Wearing a pair of trousers that are longer than his body, he stumbles when he can't take two steps, falls like a dog and eats shit, and then walks away with his hands. In the end, he walks faster than anyone else, and no one can catch up. ! By the way, what's his name? I remember it was a very funny name."

A: "Call somersault!" Feng Jinjun: "Yes, yes, it's called somersault! I remember that the business of the Cathay Pacific Theater was extremely hot at that time, and it was full every day. When did that happen? Let me think about it. I just arrived in Chongqing, so I should Was it when the War of Resistance began?" A: "Yes, 1938." Feng Jinjun: "The theater troupe left later, and I never saw that clown again. By the way, he should be a dwarf, right?" A: "It's only a little over one meter, as tall as a twelve or thirteen-year-old kid."

Feng Jinjun nodded, and murmured: "Twelve or thirteen-year-old child..." Feng Jinjun seemed to be lost in thought, and after a long time, he said slowly, "My son is almost twelve years old..." Feng Jinjun raised his head: "You haven't seen that stinky boy, oh, that's a Tao! Like me, like when I was a child. I remember one night, he pestered me to tell a story. I was sleepy and didn't say a few words. I just fell asleep, and guess what, I haven’t slept for a while, and suddenly I felt a cold in my crotch, and I woke up when it slid, and I reached out to touch the crotch, my god, there is actually a goldfish in the crotch , that brat was hiding aside and giggling, I jumped up and chased him, my woman was sitting beside me doing needlework, smiling and watching us running around the room, that little brat ran so fast, I I didn't wear shoes, I couldn't catch up with him no matter how hard I chased, and then I finally caught up with him. I took off my pants and wanted to spank, but before the hand came up, he started crying. My wife thought I spanked him It's broken, I rushed over and pulled it, I said I haven't done it yet, but when he heard what I said, he laughed loudly, hugged my neck and told me, Dad, everyone let you beat me , you have to tell me a story, it’s reasonable to co-author him! There’s no way, let’s tell it! This talk will take half the night, and when he’s coaxed to sleep, it’s dawn..."

When Feng Jinjun was telling the story, he was almost out of breath from laughing, and A looked at him quietly.The moment Feng Jinjun finished speaking, he suddenly sighed and fell silent, as if his mood suddenly dropped from a peak to a trough.After a long time, Feng Jinjun said slowly: "The next day, I took the train and left Beiping and came to Chongqing. Since then, I have never seen them again, my woman, my son..." There was a long silence, neither of them spoke. Feng Jinjun suddenly said: "I can't remember what they look like!" A looked at Feng Jinjun. Feng Jinjun: "When I'm fine, I often think about what my woman and son look like? I think desperately, I think desperately, but I can't remember! I can hear their voices, even Smell them, but can't remember what they look like!"

A nods. Feng Jinjun raised his head, suppressed the tears in his eyes, and murmured, "wife... son... the hot kang..." Feng Jinjun smiled with tears in his eyes and shook his head. A stared at Feng Jinjun, his eyes became moist all of a sudden.