Chapter 22 Section VI
The lights in the kiln were dim.The cramped room was filled with odors.
The only one who didn't rest was a whore in her late forties.She was pushed by this tall and thin man who was wet like a naughty boy onto the bed covered with broken mats.The man wiped off the water droplets on his forehead, took out fifteen copper coins, put them heavily beside the pillow, and put down a long gray cloth bag that was stained dark red in circles, and then unbuttoned his drenched trousers.
The cock is erect like a knife.
The whore felt a rough and primitive stimulation, and the long-numbed pussy quickly raised an itching sensation.
The man stepped onto the bed without a word.
The whore closed her eyes.
It was dawn.As the rising angle of the rising sun changes, the shadows of the uneven houses on Pingxi Stone Hutong gradually recede, revealing the slate floor washed clean by last night's torrential rain. An early stray dog ran across the alley.There was a pale, severed finger in its mouth.
With tired eyes open, Di Bin sat outside the wooden house to fan the stove, stirring the big pot of porridge on the stove.He didn't sleep all night. The porridge is cooked through.Di Bin leaned against the door and glanced into the house.Yu Runsheng, Long Bai and Qi Chu were still sleeping soundly.The two hammocks were empty.One belonged to the scythe still in prison.One belongs to Ge Yuansheng. "Bai Dou, have you ever slept?" Yu Runsheng sat up from the plank bed. "Morning, boss. Get it done early, you eat first." Yu Runsheng climbed off the plank bed, walked outside the door of the wooden room, and touched the washcloth hanging on the wall. Di Bin scooped up a scoop of clean water from the water tank and gave Yu Runsheng to wash himself up. "I... worried about third brother. He didn't come back all night..." Yu Runsheng wiped his face dry with a cloth. "Don't worry. The third child has a knife." Di Bin found a few rough tile bowls and gave Yu Runsheng a bowl of hot porridge.Yu Runsheng took it, but didn't drink it. "I'll go over there." Yu Runsheng took the bowl to the wooden house and walked through several narrow alleys.The broken stone in the early morning was already full of noise.Every household is busy cooking breakfast, washing clothes and getting ready for the day amidst cursing and arguing.Groups of odd-job coolies—many of whom were “cold” like Yu Runsheng—gathered in the alleyway to talk and see if there was any job for the day.If you don't have a job, you will be hungry all day.Yu Runsheng greeted some of the people he knew, and continued on his way with a hot bowl in his hand. He came to a wooden house that seemed to be collapsing.The door of the house opened, and the sound of the piano and men singing came from inside.The singing voice is hoarse and rough, but it is long and continuous; the words full of secular customs are matched in an ancient tune: "Birth - life is cheap Rapeseed in the wind Long live——sludge not my will... Swear together - life and death caesarean section Mountain of Knives - Sea of Fire no sweat Liquor - Beauty fast horse tick call brother ah - call brother Don't worry about loneliness... Looking back - see through Looking Through the Looking Glass and the Moon in the Water Youth - Yi Lao bosom friend gone hands - empty Drunk lying on the top of the mountain Live - He Huan Why bother to die? " Yu Runsheng entered the wooden house.There was no furniture in the room except a plank bed.An old man who seemed to be in his 50s or 60s was sitting on the ground playing the piano rhyme at the end of the song.It is not the fingers but the toes that play the piano.Both arms were broken at the elbow. "Do you like this song, less than?" The old man stood up happily - although he lost his hands, his movements seemed to be effortless. "Exactly, I'm hungry. Put it on the ground." Yu Runsheng put down the porridge. "Like it. It's just too sad." "How bitter life is." The old man sat down again, found a spoon in the basket beside the bed with his right foot, and scooped porridge with his toe.The old man's feet were as flexible as his hands, and he raised the soles of his feet to his mouth without wavering in his sitting posture. "Is lunch settled?" Yu Runsheng sat beside the old man. "It's fine. I won't die after so many years, no problem." The old man smiled on his face covered with knife-like wrinkles.He never seemed to mourn his disability. Yu Runsheng didn't know the old man's name, only that everyone called him "Grandpa Xiong".I heard that thirty or forty years ago, I was in the underworld in Piaocheng, and it used to be very beautiful. "My life was picked up." Grandpa Xiong often said this to people. "I heard that your brother had a confrontation with the people from the 'slaughterhouse' yesterday." Grandpa Xiong said suddenly after eating his porridge. "It's not worth it. It's the 'butcher'. Bear with me." "I can bear it, I'm afraid my brothers can't. They just have tough bones." "You can't bear it." Grandpa Xiong looked at Yu Runsheng's face with a smile. "You can 'wait'. I can see that. Hey, you and your brothers, unless you leave this floating city, you will either make a fortune or die on the streets. I can see that. A cat is a cat, and a tiger is a tiger. " "So you're trying to persuade me to leave?" Yu Runsheng thought of the words Grandpa Xiong sang just now. "Young man, you can't be persuaded. This is fate, and you can't dodge it." The rhythm of Grandpa Xiong's speech fluctuates like singing. "All I can say is: back off when things get tough. Don't take a breath. I've seen people die on that breath. Tell your brother, too." "It's too late." Yu Runsheng thought of Ge Yuansheng. "I can't stop it now. It's okay, I've been waiting for a long time."
It was dawn.As the rising angle of the rising sun changes, the shadows of the uneven houses on Pingxi Stone Hutong gradually recede, revealing the slate floor washed clean by last night's torrential rain. An early stray dog ran across the alley.There was a pale, severed finger in its mouth.
With tired eyes open, Di Bin sat outside the wooden house to fan the stove, stirring the big pot of porridge on the stove.He didn't sleep all night. The porridge is cooked through.Di Bin leaned against the door and glanced into the house.Yu Runsheng, Long Bai and Qi Chu were still sleeping soundly.The two hammocks were empty.One belonged to the scythe still in prison.One belongs to Ge Yuansheng. "Bai Dou, have you ever slept?" Yu Runsheng sat up from the plank bed. "Morning, boss. Get it done early, you eat first." Yu Runsheng climbed off the plank bed, walked outside the door of the wooden room, and touched the washcloth hanging on the wall. Di Bin scooped up a scoop of clean water from the water tank and gave Yu Runsheng to wash himself up. "I... worried about third brother. He didn't come back all night..." Yu Runsheng wiped his face dry with a cloth. "Don't worry. The third child has a knife." Di Bin found a few rough tile bowls and gave Yu Runsheng a bowl of hot porridge.Yu Runsheng took it, but didn't drink it. "I'll go over there." Yu Runsheng took the bowl to the wooden house and walked through several narrow alleys.The broken stone in the early morning was already full of noise.Every household is busy cooking breakfast, washing clothes and getting ready for the day amidst cursing and arguing.Groups of odd-job coolies—many of whom were “cold” like Yu Runsheng—gathered in the alleyway to talk and see if there was any job for the day.If you don't have a job, you will be hungry all day.Yu Runsheng greeted some of the people he knew, and continued on his way with a hot bowl in his hand. He came to a wooden house that seemed to be collapsing.The door of the house opened, and the sound of the piano and men singing came from inside.The singing voice is hoarse and rough, but it is long and continuous; the words full of secular customs are matched in an ancient tune: "Birth - life is cheap Rapeseed in the wind Long live——sludge not my will... Swear together - life and death caesarean section Mountain of Knives - Sea of Fire no sweat Liquor - Beauty fast horse tick call brother ah - call brother Don't worry about loneliness... Looking back - see through Looking Through the Looking Glass and the Moon in the Water Youth - Yi Lao bosom friend gone hands - empty Drunk lying on the top of the mountain Live - He Huan Why bother to die? " Yu Runsheng entered the wooden house.There was no furniture in the room except a plank bed.An old man who seemed to be in his 50s or 60s was sitting on the ground playing the piano rhyme at the end of the song.It is not the fingers but the toes that play the piano.Both arms were broken at the elbow. "Do you like this song, less than?" The old man stood up happily - although he lost his hands, his movements seemed to be effortless. "Exactly, I'm hungry. Put it on the ground." Yu Runsheng put down the porridge. "Like it. It's just too sad." "How bitter life is." The old man sat down again, found a spoon in the basket beside the bed with his right foot, and scooped porridge with his toe.The old man's feet were as flexible as his hands, and he raised the soles of his feet to his mouth without wavering in his sitting posture. "Is lunch settled?" Yu Runsheng sat beside the old man. "It's fine. I won't die after so many years, no problem." The old man smiled on his face covered with knife-like wrinkles.He never seemed to mourn his disability. Yu Runsheng didn't know the old man's name, only that everyone called him "Grandpa Xiong".I heard that thirty or forty years ago, I was in the underworld in Piaocheng, and it used to be very beautiful. "My life was picked up." Grandpa Xiong often said this to people. "I heard that your brother had a confrontation with the people from the 'slaughterhouse' yesterday." Grandpa Xiong said suddenly after eating his porridge. "It's not worth it. It's the 'butcher'. Bear with me." "I can bear it, I'm afraid my brothers can't. They just have tough bones." "You can't bear it." Grandpa Xiong looked at Yu Runsheng's face with a smile. "You can 'wait'. I can see that. Hey, you and your brothers, unless you leave this floating city, you will either make a fortune or die on the streets. I can see that. A cat is a cat, and a tiger is a tiger. " "So you're trying to persuade me to leave?" Yu Runsheng thought of the words Grandpa Xiong sang just now. "Young man, you can't be persuaded. This is fate, and you can't dodge it." The rhythm of Grandpa Xiong's speech fluctuates like singing. "All I can say is: back off when things get tough. Don't take a breath. I've seen people die on that breath. Tell your brother, too." "It's too late." Yu Runsheng thought of Ge Yuansheng. "I can't stop it now. It's okay, I've been waiting for a long time."