Chapter 4 Little Goshawk——

9 Back at the park, at the gate, I met our old gardener Mr. Guo.He was standing on the steps in front of the museum, with white hair and eyebrows, dressed in black, greeting me. Mr. Guo was the person I met the first night I came to the park.That afternoon, after my father kicked me out of the house, I wandered the streets of Taipei until midnight without any money, and finally walked into a park.I have heard some park stories before, and those stories are like legends of Liaozhai.But that night, I stood alone in front of the stone steps of the museum at the gate of the park, looking up at the domed building of the museum, standing majestically under the vast night sky, with a row of stone pillars hugging in front of the gate, I really felt like breaking into It's like a huge ancient mausoleum.I was filled with awe, curiosity, and an uneasy excitement as I walked through the dark jungle of the park.I fumbled into the octagonal pavilion in the center of the lotus pond, huddled in a corner, held my breath, and peeped out through the window of the pavilion.Under the dim red moonlight, I saw for the first time those black shadows on the steps by the pool, surrounding the lotus pond endlessly, circling in circles.I was hungry and tired, unable to support myself, curled up on the chair in the pavilion, and finally fell asleep, until a voice called out in my ear:

"Little brother—" I just woke up and sat up quickly.It was Mr. Guo who came in and woke me up. "Don't be afraid, little brother." Mr. Guo patted my shoulder to comfort me. I fell asleep all over cold, my jaw was shaking all the time, and I couldn't answer.Mr. Guo sat down beside me. Under the hazy moonlight, I could also see Mr. Guo's long white hair, covered behind his ears, like a soft silver thread. His pair of long snow-white eyebrows , until it reaches the corner of the eye. "Is this the first time you came in?" Mr. Guo nodded to me, and sighed with a smile, his voice was old and hoarse, "Don't be nervous, we are all fellow travelers here. You will fly to this old nest sooner or later. .I am the old gardener here. People here call me Mr. Guo. When you come, you must report to me first. Here, look..."

Guo Lao pointed to the steps of the lotus pond outside, where a tall and thin figure covered in black was swaying and walking past. "That skinny guy is Xiao Zhao, everyone calls him Zhao Wuchang. Twelve years ago, I came to greet him when he reported to the park the first night." "Twelve years ago?" I asked in surprise. "Ah, ah," Guo Lao sighed, "Twelve years is not a short period of time? Yes, one night twelve years ago, just like you tonight, he broke into our lair. At that time he He's not the opium ghost, he's solid, and he's still a pretty decent guy! Who knows, after a few years, only a few bones are left, and I think he's less than a hundred pounds now. Come in, I even took a few photos for him, you won’t believe it anymore—"

Guo Lao shook his head twice. "Youth Art Garden, have you heard of it?" Mr. Guo asked me. "No." "Silly boy, you haven't heard of such a famous photo studio!" Mr. Guo laughed, "I opened it, and it's on Changchun Road. I used to be a well-known photographer! In fact, I took pictures only for Interest, I like to find some people with aura and personality to take pictures. For example, these dolls in the park are wild, but they are all very personal, which suits my taste best. I have collected a large volume of their photos. " Mr. Guo stood up while talking, and said to me:

"Little brother, I can't sleep here. If I fall asleep, I will catch a cold. Come on, I'll take you back. I still have glutinous rice cakes and mung bean thin boards. You come home with me. I'll show you my masterpieces. Let me come here." Tell you some stories in the park slowly." Guo Lao’s Youth Art Garden is located in an alley on the second section of Changchun Road. It has two floors. The downstairs is a photo studio. There are many artistic portraits in the window cabinet. "This is Yangfeng, do you know him?" Mr. Guo asked me, pointing to a photo of a very handsome man in the middle. I shook my head.

"More than ten years ago, he was a popular actor in Taiwanese films, and he was famous for his roles in 'Hong Kong Metropolis Night Rain' and 'City of Sadness'." "I've heard of 'City of Sadness', but I haven't watched it." I said, I remember my mother watched "City of Sadness" three times before, crying once after watching it. "Of course you haven't seen it, it's a very old film," Mr. Guo said with a smile, "Yang Feng sometimes sneaks into the park, and now he wears a Parisian hat to cover his head." , his head was open and bald. When he was playing "City of Sadness", he was still very airy! People called him Takara Tianming from Taiwan—fortunately, I took this photo for him, making him look younger It remains as it was then."

Mr. Guo led me upstairs, which was his residence.The walls of the living room are also covered with images, with characters and landscapes, all in black and white.Some are a collapsed temple, some are a branch of apricot blossoms that have just bloomed, there is a whole face of an old man with frowning frowns, and there is a small round buttock of a newborn baby. "I used to participate in many photography competitions, and my portraits won the Golden Tripod Award at the Provincial Film Festival. Now that I'm getting old, I can't do it anymore," Mr. Guo showed me his withered hands, "Having rheumatism, I picked up a camera and trembled."

Mr. Guo ordered me to sit down. He walked to the refrigerator, took out a plate of white glutinous rice cakes, scooped up a bowl of mung bean porridge, and put them on the coffee table in front of me.Without waiting for Mr. Guo to open his mouth, I stretched out a dirty hand, grabbed a piece of glutinous rice cake, and stuffed it into my mouth. Before I could swallow the first piece, the second piece was stuffed into my mouth again. He picked up the bowl of mung bean porridge and poured it in his mouth in a sigh of relief. He drank so fast that his mouth drooled. "Tut, tsk," Mr. Guo smacked his lips, "I'm so hungry, haven't I eaten all day? Did you escape from home?"

I wiped the porridge off my chin with the back of my hand, without making a sound. "I don't even wear shoes!" Mr. Guo sighed, pointing to my bare feet covered in mud. He picked up a pair of straw slippers and put them in front of my feet. "You don't have to tell me, I have already read your story." I have guessed eighty-nine points right-take a wild doll like you, I have seen too much these years. You wait for me to change clothes, and let me, an old gardener, tell you about the history of the park. " Mr. Guo walked into the room and came out after a while, but he was wearing a large white silk nightgown and a pair of black satin slippers on his feet. He swayed over, holding a yellow cloth in both hands. Burden, sit down beside me.

"Little brother, let me show you this treasure of mine," Mr. Guo untied the knot of the bundle with trembling hands. Inside was a heavy red suede, five-inch thick photo album, printed on the suede. "Youth Bird Collection" four gold characters.The suede is so old that it has turned black, and the bronzing has long since peeled off. "The history of the park is all in this——" Mr. Guo slowly opened the cover of the photo. In the photo book, the pages are densely arranged, and they are all covered with photos.Big and small, they are all portraits of teenagers, with various expressions, postures, and postures.Some held their heads high and their chests held high, with meng lang who was fearless at the age of seventeen or eighteen, while others were timid, with wide-open eyes full of premature sadness and fear.One had a cleft lip, another had a broken leg, and many had pimples all over their noses.But there are also a few who are straight and upright, with a general smartness and intelligence in their eyebrows and eyes.Each photo is numbered, dated and named.

"Heh, heh, this is my little sparrow." Mr. Guo stroked a picture lightly with his hands, and a loving smile suddenly appeared on his face. The wrinkles on Mr. Guo's face overlapped, and his face cracked every time he smiled. generally.The child in the photo has a shaved head and a shirtless shirt. There are two dimples smiling on his round face, but one of his front teeth is missing.Below the photo is marked "Little Hanzai No. 43, the 45th year of the Republic of China". "Little guy, he was only fourteen years old, and he fled from Yilan to Taipei to wander. He is a shameless little guy who lies and steals everything! Every day he will pester me to buy him Xiaomei ice cream. He would blackmail him, and he would never let me take a photo for him. This one was bought by me for a bucket of coconut ice cream. But later, it also flew away. Instead, he left a note: Eunuch Guo, I’m leaving Yes, here's your fifty bucks--" Old Guo shook his silver-haired head. "Two years later, I met that little sparrow again. He was hiding in a dark alley on Sanshui Street, squatting next to the smelly gutter, with a face full of malignant sores." Mr. Guo turned to another page, and on it was a full-body portrait of a young man with angry eyebrows. The young man was leaning against a broken wall at the entrance of a back alley, wearing a singlet and sweatshirt, with one hand on his waist, and The muscles of the shoulders were piled up in knots, and they stood up high from the hard hair. "It's him!" Mr. Guo suddenly poked the photo of the boy heavily with his finger. "Look," he pulled back the collar of his nightgown, and on his wrinkled neck skin, there is a three-inch long scar winding down from the ear, "my old life was almost given to this little rascal. He is called Tieniu, and I compare him to an owl, ferocious and violent, just like that evil bird! Last year, he asked me for money, and I gave him a hundred yuan. When I got angry, I slapped him across the face, and that little murderer actually drew a knife!" Old Guo let out a sigh of relief. "If it is said that the little guy's conscience is completely lost, it may not be true. In the middle of the night, he ran back again. I didn't open the door, so he jumped over the wall and came in. He fell on my heels, crying bitterly, and knocked his head bouncing Ring, beg me to forgive him, take him in, and call me Mr. Guo. Last time he collected the "love tax" in the park, cut the skirts of other girls with a blade, and was caught by the police. He suffered a lot. The one who was sent to the outer island for discipline training was all because of my best efforts to get him out. I asked him why he didn’t correct his faults, and he said he just couldn’t understand women. A woman?' Guess what he said? 'Who knows if she is!'” Old Guo shook his head and laughed. "Is this kid unruly? But he also has his reasons. He doesn't even know who his mother is. He grew up in the gutter of Sanchong Town. This bastard has a lot of troubles, and he doesn't know what to do in the future." What an accident!" Mr. Guo got up to make a pot of strong black tea and poured a cup for me. While we were drinking tea, Mr. Guo hugged the thick book, flipped through the pages, and told me a lot. Legendary stories in the park.One is more fascinating than the other, and one is more thrilling than the other—— "Here, his name is Momotaro. Look, doesn't he look a little like Lin Xu? His father was Japanese and was killed in a war in the Philippines. Don't think he looks handsome, but he has a hot temper. Somehow , fell in love with No. 13, a hairdresser from Red Rose in Ximending, and the two fled to Tainan. No. 13 was supposed to be married, but they were caught and returned by the family, and they got married when they were forced. That night, Momotaro went to have a wedding wine, drank happily, and drank a glass with the groom. Who knew that after eating the wedding wine, he walked to the Zhongxing Bridge alone, and jumped into the Danshui River with his body. I can’t find it either. On the thirteenth, I went to the Danshui River to sacrifice every day, Momotaro always refused to float up. People said that his resentment was too deep, and he sank to the bottom of the river and couldn’t float up——” "This one, this one is Tu Xiaofu. Last month I went to see him in the municipal psychiatric nursing home and brought him two boxes of biscuits from Jushuixuan. When he saw me, he grabbed my sleeve and smiled. He asked cautiously, "Grandpa Guo, has the plane from the United States arrived yet? 'Five years ago, Xiao Tu got involved with an overseas Chinese boy who came to Taiwan from San Francisco to learn Chinese, and the two got along vigorously for a while. Later, when the overseas Chinese boy went back to the United States, Tu Xiaofu became in a trance, running every day. Go to the counter of Northwest Airlines in Songshan Airport and ask: 'Has the plane from the United States arrived? ...? '" "These birds," Mr. Guo said with emotion, "if they don't get emotional, they're fine, but if they get emotional, disaster will befall them!" Mr. Guo turned to the middle page and stopped.There is only one large photo on the entire page, which almost takes up the entire page. Below the photo is a note: No. 50, Ah Feng, the forty-seventh year of the Republic of China The photo is a black and white half-length photo of eight inches long and six inches wide, which has been slightly yellowed. It shows a young man with a very strange appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old.The boy was wearing a dark black lapel shirt. The buttons of the shirt were all off. The corner of the shirt was tied into a big knot at the abdomen. His chest was exposed. There were dense and intricate tattoos of phoenixes and unicorns on his chest, as well as a unicorn. , baring its teeth and claws, crouching on its chest.The young man has black and thick hair in big curly curls, which is furious like a lion's mane, covering his forehead. A pair of long eyebrows are domineering, but the thick eyebrows are connected together.The bridge of the nose is sharp, and the thin lips are tightly closed.A pair of big revealing eyes suddenly sunk down, hiding under the flying eyebrows, in the photo, it seems to be flickering. The face is an inverted triangle, the chin is cut down, and the point is raised. Mr. Guo stared at this image for a long time, his silky silver hair shone tremblingly. "Among these children, his life experience is the most bizarre and bleak——" Mr. Guo's old, hoarse voice suddenly became sad and began to flow slowly. 10 "Ah Feng was born in Wanhua, Taipei, near Wanhua Longshan Temple, a wild child with no father and no surname. Ah Feng's mother was born dumb and a little stupid. When she saw a man, she grinned foolishly. But the dumb girl is cute and cute, she is round and white like a dumpling, everyone calls her "Zongzimei", because she followed her father to set up a stall at the Huaxi Street Night Market in Longshan Temple since she was a child, selling meat dumplings When someone walked by their stall, the dumb girl would grab the hem of the other person’s clothes, babbling all over her mouth, and when others saw her playful, they would buy her two meat dumplings. Later, when the dumb girl grew up, she was still so unscrupulous. Sometimes she wandered around alone, wandering to the prostitute area in Baodou, she was wearing a pair of wooden clogs, carrying a hang of grilled squid in her hand, swaying all the way, kicking and stamping, freely, rushing. Looking at those men who were looking for pleasure, she also smiled. Some hooligans nearby bullied her as dumb and took her to sleep. After returning home, she pointed at her father, babbling all over her mouth Dad saw her disheveled hair and blood splattered on her skirt, and he was so angry that he beat her hard. Every time the dumb girl was beaten by her father, he ran barefoot to the front of Longshan Temple and sat on the side of the road, crying silently. The young street vendors in the neighborhood saw the dumb girl crying, winked at each other, and said with a smile, "Sister Zongzi has been stabbed again!" When the dumb girl was eighteen years old, at dusk when a typhoon came, she closed the stall and pushed the cart back to the village. On the way, they were robbed by a group of hooligans, a total of five people. The dumb girl resisted desperately, and the hooligans tied her up, knocked out one of her front teeth, and threw her to Longshan Temple afterwards. In the gutter behind, in the heavy wind and rain, the dumb girl crawled back covered in filth. That night, the dumb girl conceived. Her father gave her random herbs and nearly poisoned her. Come down. I was pregnant for ten months, and had difficult labor for more than two days before I gave birth to a strong and crying baby boy. The dumb female father was not allowed to stay for a moment longer, so he packed the wah wah in a burlap bag overnight The crying baby boy was sent to Lingguang Nursery. Ah Feng grew up in that Catholic orphanage in Zhonghe Township. "Afeng has been a gifted child since he was a child. He is very intelligent. He can learn everything as soon as he learns. The priests taught him catechisms. He can read it well after reading it. There is a Henan native surnamed Sun in the courtyard. The old monk liked him very much, and taught him to read and explain the stories of the Bible. But Ah Feng’s temper was unusually weird, hot and cold, moody. He was the most out of gregarious, always alone in the courtyard In the past, when other orphans provoked him, he would beat him with punches and kicks. When he was outraged, those children united to repair him, but he didn't even return his hand, allowing them to scatter mud and sand all over his head and face, and then alone I went to the tap to rinse it off slowly. When Xiushi Sun asked about the bruises on his face, he shut his mouth tightly and did not say a word. Ah Feng had a strange problem since she was a child. She would cry for no reason. He couldn't stop crying for an hour or two, and his whole body was convulsed by crying. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would hide alone in the small church in the yard, leaning on the chair and sobbing. Brother Sun noticed it and asked him why he was crying. He always said that his heart hurts and he felt uncomfortable without crying. Ah Feng gradually grew up and became more and more surly. One Christmas Eve, the dean led the children to celebrate mass in the church, but he refused to go forward to receive Holy Communion. The chief reprimanded him a few words, and he suddenly became furious, ran to the altar, swept several porcelain holy statues to the ground, and smashed them to pieces. The dean put him in confinement for a week, and Cultivator Sun led him every day. He knelt and chanted the Rosary. When Ah Feng was fifteen years old, he finally escaped from the Lingguang Nursery and never went back. "As soon as Ah Feng broke into the park, he was like a wild horse that had run wild. No one could stop him with his wild vigor. Even if I said it, he was still obedient. Because when he first debuted, Then I had sex with some registered hooligans in Sanchong Town, Park, and I stabbed him several times. I took him home and healed him. He was lying on the bed, stroking a red and swollen scar on his abdomen. Wound, smiled at me and said: "'Eunuch Guo, if you poke a little deeper, you will save yourself all these troubles!' "Ah Feng—he is really a child in the park, a wild phoenix in the park. He is walking around on the steps by the lotus pond, with black hair like a lion's mane, his head held high and his chest high, with a The madness of no one. At that time, there were still many old men who fancied him! Sheng Gong of Evergreen Film Company was one of them. Sheng Gong wanted to adopt him, take him back to his mansion on Bade Road, and restore him He dressed up to his feet, and sewed a light gray flannel suit for him in Ximending Shanghai, and bought a shiny silver Rolex from Hengdeli to wear on his wrist, making him look rich. Like a young master, he took him to Lichi to eat western food. Sheng Gong wanted to cultivate him, and wanted to send him to school, and let him make movies and become a star in the future. But the wild phoenix stayed in Sheng Gong's mansion for only a week. Then he flew back to the park again. He pawned off his suits and watches and pawned thousands of dollars. He took all those wild children in the park to Taoyuanchun opened by Teacher Yang, ordered two tables of food, and Those wild children ate and drank violently, beat teeth and sacrificed, and when he was drunk, he climbed onto the table and sang, singing rainy night flowers. Just as everyone was overjoyed and applauded, he jumped off the table and walked away without looking back. "Because of his difficult temper, the people in the park, even if they wanted to, would not dare to provoke him. When he was eighteen years old, his luck was up, and he met his evil star. The opponent was a big The official's son is still an only son. Because he belongs to the dragon, his nickname is Longzi. Longzi is a decent-looking man with a prominent family. He graduated from university and works in a foreign company. He was planning to study abroad. The future is bright. Who would have thought that when Longzi and Ah Feng met, it would be like a thunderbolt stirring up the ground, and it would be out of control. Longzi rented an apartment at the bottom of Songjiang Road, and quietly built a small nest The nest, and hid Ah Feng in it. At that time, there was still a rice field at the bottom of Songjiang Road, and their small apartment was beside the field. Once the window was opened, a large area of ​​green rice seedlings could be seen. Barefoot and barefoot, I went to the field to dig snails and catch loaches. I was covered in mud. I sat on the edge of the field and broke a melon. You and I chewed it. The two of them really had a happy time. Yes. But how could the wild phoenix stay in the nest like that? Sometimes he would fly back to the park in the middle of the night, riding on the stone railing by the lotus pond, looking up and counting the stars. The dragon came after him, Asking him to go home, he said, "This is my home, where do you want me to go?" However, Longzi also had a violent temper, and when they disagreed, they fought into a ball in the park. The clothes all over their body were also torn to pieces. After beating, they sat on the steps again, hugging each other and crying. People in the park laughed at them, saying that they had "lost insanity". During that period, often in the middle of the night, the dragon He took a taxi and searched all over Taipei. When he saw people, he asked, "Have you seen Ah Feng?" Some people in the park were jealous, and some people took pleasure in other people's misfortune, and made up many words: "Ah Feng is going to Xinnanyang. ''Ah Feng and others went to Taoyuanchun for supper.''Ah Feng? Didn't he be taken away by Mr. Sheng?' So Longzi really - went to those places to look for them, and sometimes tracked them down. It was already dawn, and I came back to the park alone in a daze. On the steps beside the lotus pond, I walked back and forth anxiously, from one end to the other end, and from the other end back to this end. "One night, Ah Feng came to me with a blue face and a pair of deep-set eyes that looked like they were about to pop out. "'Grandpa Guo——' His voice was in pain, 'I want to leave him, if I don't leave him again, I will burn him alive. I asked him, what do you want from me? He said, I want your heart. I said I was born without that thing. He said: You don’t have it, I’ll give it to you. Really, I’m really afraid that one day he will dig out his heart and force it Into my chest. Eunuch Guo, you know that I would run away since I was a child, escaped from the Lingguang Nursery over the wall, and wandered in the park. He rented the small apartment for me on Songjiang Road. I am no longer comfortable. He secretly brought a lot of things from home, such as electric fans, electric cookers, sofas, and even his own TV, to entertain me at night. But——but for some reason, I just couldn’t bear it , I wanted to run to the park with all my strength. Eunuch Guo, do you remember? I made my debut in the park when I was fifteen years old. The first time I slept with someone, I was infected with poison all over my body. Or do you take me to the city hospital? I said to him: I am full of poison and filth, what are you going to do? He said: I will lick your filth clean for you, and I will wash away your poison with tears. Is what he said crazy! I said: I can’t do it in this life. I’ll repay you after I’m reincarnated into a good family in the next life. Eunuch Guo, I’m going to slip away again, fly away, and start fleeing! ' "Ah Feng has been missing for more than two months. Longzi searched all over Taipei. His eyes were red and he went crazy. In the middle of the night, it was still New Year's Eve. Longzi finally found her again by the lotus pond in Gongwei. Ah Feng. Ah Feng was leaning on the stone railing, wearing a single shirt in the cold night, shivering, and was negotiating the price with a fat, ugly, old man who smelt of wine. The old drunkard offered him fifty yuan, and he Immediately, he was about to follow. Long Zi caught up and tried to stop him, begging him to go home with him, but Ah Feng kept shaking her head, looking at Long Zi with a helpless face. Long Zi grabbed his hand and said: "Then Give me back my heart!" Ah Feng pointed at his chest: "Here, take it." Long Zi stabbed Ah Feng's chest squarely with a dagger in his hand. Ah Feng lay on the ground In the middle of the steps, hot blood spurted all over the ground—” Old Guo's voice stopped abruptly, his eyelids gradually drooped, his cracked wrinkled face seemed to be covered with a layer of cobwebs. "What happened next?" I asked after a long silence. "Then what—" Mr. Guo's hoarse voice trembled slightly, "Long Zi sat in a pool of blood, hugged Ah Feng, and went crazy." I stayed at Mr. Guo's home for three days and listened to Mr. Guo narrate the vicissitudes of life in the park.He taught me many rules in the park, who can get close, who should stay away, and when the wind is strong, you should avoid it.Guo Lao's "Youth Art Garden" invited a master photographer, and the master photographer took pictures of ordinary guests downstairs.But for my portrait, Mr. Guo personally took it upstairs for me, and took it to the darkroom for washing.After taking more than a dozen photos, he selected a bust and compiled it into his "Youth Bird Collection".My number is No. 87, Mr. Guo said, I am a little goshawk.Before leaving, Mr. Guo found another set of old clothes for me to change into. That set of clothes was left by Tieniu. He was about the same size as me.Mr. Guo stuffed a hundred dollars into my pocket, put his hands on my shoulders, stared at me fixedly, and said heavily: "Go, Ah Qing, you have to start flying too. This is brought in your blood, you wild dolls who grew up on this small island, you have this wild energy in your blood, just It’s like a typhoon and earthquake on this island. You are a group of young birds who have lost their nests, like a group of petrels crossing the ocean, you can only fly forward desperately, and you don’t know where you will end up—” 11 "He's finally back." When Mr. Guo and I walked towards the lotus pond, he said to himself. "Who are you talking about, Eunuch Guo?" I turned my head to ask him. "The man you met last night." "Do you know him?" I asked in surprise. Guo Lao nodded and sighed: "I knew that one day, he would come back to this place again." We approached the steps, but Mr. Guo stopped, pointed to the group of people gathered on the steps, and said to me: "Go up and listen, they've been talking about him all night." The stars on the steps are like the moon, and a large group of people are gesticulating around our master Yang, and everyone seems to be very excited.Old Guitou, Zhao Wuchang, and a bunch of little boys from Sanshui Street were also listening.The primitive man A Xiongzai stood with his head held high and his chest held high, with his hands on his waist, standing behind Coach Yang, he was huge, like a bodyguard showing off his might. "Little bastard, come here quickly!" As soon as Instructor Yang saw me, he pointed the two-foot-long fan in his hand and pointed at me, and shouted: "Let the master see that there is a piece of meat missing on my body, and I have pierced it." There are not a few small holes." When I walked up the steps, Coach Yang pulled me over, touched me a few times, and said with a smile: "It's your luck to come back alive. Do you know who you slept with last night?" "His name is Wang Kuilong, and he just came back from the United States." "Meathead!" Coach Yang slapped me on the back, "You don't even know who Wang Kuilong is?" "He knows shit," Zhao Wuchang twitched his mouth, "I'm afraid he was still wearing crotch pants at that time!" Zhao Wuchang's grimacing face was so thin that it was three fingers wide, his body was like a penny, wrapped in a black pullover, dangling, his neck stretched long.In our group, Zhao Wuchang has the oldest qualifications, he likes to rely on his elders to us, boasting about his former glory in the park. "Hey," Zhao Wuchang's voice was broken and hoarse, croaking like an old crow, and he opened a mouthful of scorched smoky teeth at me, "You left the Crystal Palace last night to accompany Long Zi!" The story of "Longzi and Afeng" is the most widely spread and deepest in the vicissitudes of the park's history. It has been passed down year after year and generation after generation, and has become a myth in our kingdom.After everyone's exaggeration, both Long Zi and Ah Feng were said to be legendary figures with three heads and six arms.I can never imagine that the person lying with me last night, stretching out his arms like rakes, is the tall and handsome dragon in our legend, who often wears an azure shirt and has a crazy relationship with wild children in the park son. "I was suspicious last night," Coach Yang fanned his fan excitedly, "but he seems to have just climbed out of the stove, scorched to death, how can I recognize him? He is on the steps, walking The heart-burning look of going back and forth is still exactly the same as before. Some people say that he has been locked up in the madhouse all these years, and others say that he has gone abroad to hide long ago. Who would have expected? Ten years later, in the middle of the night, He popped out again!" "That's to say," Zhao Wuchang began to feel bad again, "I remember the madness he was looking for Ah Feng in the past. I shouldn't have made a joke: 'Ah Feng and Duke Sheng have gone home!' He said He dragged me into the car like a thief, and forced me to take him to Mr. Sheng's house and knock on the door in the middle of the night. Mr. Sheng thought that the hooligans were causing trouble, so he called the police. Later I asked Ah Feng, "Why are you doing this?" Xiang Leng is cold-hearted?' Ah Feng tore off her clothes, revealing the tattoos all over her body, pointing to the one-horned dragon on her chest, and said, "Why am I cold? I stabbed him, why are you so cold? Where are you?" You know? One day, I will let him catch me to pieces, and I will settle this unjust debt!' At that time, we only thought he was talking nonsense, but who knows that it will come true in the future." "That man named Wang, what's his air? Do you really think he is the son of a high official? A pair of eyes grow on his forehead," the old turtle suddenly interjected angrily. He was chewing betel nuts, and his mouth was blood red. "One night, He was sitting alone on the steps, probably waiting for his little slut. I saw him lonely and pitiful, so I kindly went over to strike up a conversation with him, and only asked: "Mr. Wang, I heard that your father is a high-ranking official." He stood up and left without paying any attention to me, does it mean that I have leprosy on my body?" "You shameless old man!" Coach Yang scolded with a smile, "Isn't my old man Wang Shangde a high-ranking official? What do you want to curry favor with, an old rascal like you? Let me ask you: Who are you? Do people take care of you? Toads want it too." Eating swans? You really are a shameless old clapper!" We all laughed, the old glans scratched the fish-like psoriasis on his neck twice, and gagged his mouth. "I just saw Wang Shangde's funeral on TV a few days ago," Zhao Wuchang interjected, "Hey, what a big scene! The mourners crowded the street in white clusters, and the guard of honor in front of the hearse rode motorcycles Car, you're in a mess!" I also read the news of Wang Shangde's death in the newspaper, and many dignitaries went to pay their respects.The portrait and description of Wang Shangde occupy half of the page.Wang Shangde was very imposing in his military uniform.I didn't read his statement carefully, it was dense and full of official titles. "If it weren't for his father to be a high-ranking official, wouldn't he pay for his life if he killed someone?" The old man said with lingering hatred. "What kind of life? They are all crazy," Instructor Yang replied, "The judge sentenced him to 'mental loss'. I went to the court on the day of the trial, and the prosecutor asked him why he killed, and he shook his hands and shouted: 'He took me He took my heart! He took my heart!' What's not crazy?" "At that time, the city was full of turmoil. I still remember." Zhao Wuchang lit a match, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath. All the photos were published in the newspapers, and the headline of one newspaper was very damaged: "Fake Phoenix, confusing and complicated. Desire the sea and love the sky, this hatred is endless." I was there on the day of the court, and the court was in a women's middle school. Diagonally opposite, it was crowded with people, attracting a lot of female students. As soon as Wang Kuilong came out, they also called out: 'Dragon son, dragon son'—” "Sons!" Instructor Yang suddenly raised his fan, revealing "Sweet dreams are not frightening", "Let's end the meeting, the dog-skinned man is here!" In the distance, there were two patrolmen, swaggering, and stepped over to the lotus pond.Their leather boots with iron spikes rattled on the gravel path.We all scattered like birds and beasts, slipped down the stone steps one by one, and went west and east, looking for a place of refuge.Our master, Instructor Yang, led the primitive man A Xiongzi, very skillfully and calmly, mixed into the crowd in front of the loudspeaker.Thus, the kingdom by our lotus pond suddenly disappeared. "Ah Ching!" I walked into the dark forest and bumped into a person head-on, it was Xiaoyu. 12 "At eight o'clock tomorrow night, in Umeda, you can't be late for a minute!" We were sitting on the second floor of the Great Century Building on Hengyang Street, in a mandarin duck seat at the end of the aisle, drinking a glass of iced lemonade alone, and Xiaoyu's flying peach eyes sparkled with excitement.Dashiji is also our frequent liaison station, much quieter than Savage Cafe. "Where's Umeda?" I asked. "Donkey egg!" Xiaoyu thumped me, "I've never heard of Umeda either! It's in the two alleys from the State Guest Hotel on Zhongshan North Road. The Taiwanese dishes there are even better than green leaves and plums. Tomorrow night, he will Invite these few of us." "What's so special about Taiwanese dishes? He's an overseas Chinese. Why don't you take him to a big tavern? Wu Fu Lou, a cornucopia. Let's get rich and go to a banquet?" "Heh, you are not natural!" Xiaoyu got up, "Lin Xiang, who has been away from home for so many years, is coming back for the first time, and always wants to taste the taste of his hometown! Big tavern, are you afraid that no businessman will invite him? I like the one in Umeda. The place is chaotic and sentimental. Roasted flower branches, cold salad with nine holes - so beautiful!" Xiaoyu told me: The Japanese overseas Chinese is called Lin Maoxiong, and he is in his fifties.Originally from Taipei, he was conscripted by the Japanese army to mainland China during the war, and worked as a nurse in the Changchun Military Hospital in Northeast China for seven or eight years.Later, he married a Manzhou girl in the northeast and gave birth to a son and a daughter.战后他全家跟一个东北朋友一同到日本合伙经商，苦了好些年，最近才发迹起来。这次，他们在东京的那家成城药厂，派他到台湾来设立经销部，他才有机会重返故乡。 “我今天带着林祥逛了一天的台北，两人逛得好开心！”小玉一睑容光焕发，“阿青，林祥人很好呢，你看——”他指着他身上那件红黑条子开什米龙的新衬衫，“是他买给我的。” “你这个势利鬼！”我笑道，“你一看见日本来的华侨，眼睛都亮了，难道你真的又去拜个华侨干爹不成？” 小玉冷笑道： “华侨干爹为什么不能拜？我老爸本来就是华侨嘛—一他现在就在日本。” “哦？”我诧异道，“那你为什么不早告诉我？又说你老爸早死掉了，葬在你们杨梅乡下。那天我还明明听见你向老周讨钱，说是买香烛替你老爸上坟。你哄死人不赔命！” “告诉你？”小玉打鼻孔眼里哼了一下，“为什么要告诉你？谁我也没告诉！” 我们公园里的人，见了面，什么都谈，可是大家都不提自己的身世，就是提起也隐瞒了一大半，因为大家都有一段不可告人的隐痛，说不出口的。 “阿青，我向你，”小玉突然歪起脖子，一脸歹意地觑着我笑道，“你有老爸么？” “什么话！” “你老爸姓什么？” “姓李！姓什么？”我有点恼怒起来，猛吸了两口柠檬水。 “你老爸真的姓李？你真的知道你老爸是谁，呃？”小玉的嘴角挑起，笑得非常刁恶。 “干你娘！”我忍不住一拳豁了过去。 “呵，呵，”小玉却得意非凡地笑了起来，“你看，白问你一声，你就输不起了！” 他俯下头去，默默地吮着他的柠檬水，半晌，他倏地头一昂，掉在额上的一绺长发一下甩回到头顶上，两颧鲜亮，一双桃花眼闪烁起来。 “告诉你们？告诉你们我是一个无父的野种？我从来没见过我老爸，也不知道他是谁。我不姓王，那是我阿母的姓。我阿母告诉我，我阿爸是一个日本华侨，姓林，叫林正雄。他有个日本姓，中岛。我阿母叫他：'那卡几麻'。我的身份证上，父亲那一栏填着'殁'。人家问我：'你老爸呢？''死啦。''老早死啦。'我总装做满不在乎——－”小玉耸耸肩，“可是我心里一直在想：那个马鹿野郎不知道现在在哪里？在东京？在大阪？还是掉到太平洋里去了？那年他回台湾做生意，替资生堂推销化妆品。他去上酒家，在东云阁碰到我阿母—一两人就那样姘上了。我阿母说，她上了那个马鹿野郎的大当！他回日本，说定一个月就要接我阿母去，我阿母已经怀了我了。哪晓得连他东京的地址都是假的，一封封信都退了回来。我从小就对我阿母说：'阿母，莫着急，我去替你把'那卡几麻'找回来。'从前我一天到晚跑那些观光旅馆：国宾、第一、六福客栈，通通跑过了，你猜我去干什么？” “去兜生意。” “卵椒！”小玉笑了起来，“我去旅馆柜台去查，查日本来的旅客名单。唉，艰苦呢！先查他的中国名字，又要查他的日本名字。我常常做大梦：我那个华侨老爸突然从日本回来，发了大财，来接我阿母跟我到东京去。” “又在做你的樱花梦啦！”我笑道。 “阿青，你等着瞧，总有一天，我会飞到东京去，去赚大钱，赚够了，我便接我阿母去，我来养她，让她好好享几年福，了了她一辈子想到日本去的心愿。我要她离开她现在这个男人——那个混帐东西，不许我们母子见面呢！” “这又是为了什么？” “唉，”小玉叹了一口气，“我在他的面里下了半瓶'巴拉松'。” “乖乖，你还会毒人哪！”我咋了一下舌头。 “那个山东大汉，人并不坏。他整天叫'入你奶奶。''俺入你奶奶。'”小玉笑道，“他是个货运司机，开大卡车的，从前在部队里当过驾驶兵。山东佬，壮得象条牛，我阿母一把就让他抓到床上去了。我跟他两人起先混得还不坏，他到台中运货回来，总带盒我最爱吃的凤梨干给我。喝了两口酒，他便捏起鼻子学女人声音唱河南梆子逗我笑。可是有一次，我在家里跟人打炮，却让山东佬当场捉到了！” “小无耻，怎么偷人偷到家里去了？”我叫道。 “有甚么稀奇？”小玉耸了一下肩膀，“我十四岁就带人回家到厨房里打炮去了。我们住在三重镇，附近有好几个老头子对我好，常给我买东西：钢笔、皮鞋、衬衫。给我买一样，我就跟他们打一次炮，叫他们干爹。有一个卖牛肉汤的，是个大麻子，可是他最疼我。晚上我到他摊子去，他总给我盛一大碗牛肉汤，热腾腾的，又是牛筋，又是瘦肉，还有香菜，喝得受用得很！他家里有老婆的，我便带他回家，从后门溜进厨房里去。谁知那次却偏偏让那个山东佬撞了正着。你猜他拿什么家伙来打我？卡车上的铁链子！'屁精！屁精！'他一边骂，一条铁链子劈头劈脸就刷了下来。要不是我阿母拦住，我这条小命早就归了阴了！你说，我要不要毒他？” 小玉望着我，一脸无可奈何的神情。 “幸好没毒死，”小玉吸了一口气，“他在医院里洗胃，我阿母却赶了回来，把我的衣服打了一个包袱，一条金链子套在我脖子上，对我说道：'走吧，等他回来你就没命了！'就那样，我便变成了'马路天使'。” 说着小玉咯咯地笑了起来。 “老周昨晚又来找过你了，”我突然记起了丽月的话，“丽月说，那个胖阿公气咻咻的。要是他知道你又在外面打野食，他不撕你的肉才怪！” “去他的，”小玉立起身来，拾起了桌上的帐单，“那个馊老头子，好麻烦。好兄弟，拜托拜托，你替我撒个谎吧，就说小爷割盲肠去了！” 回到锦州街，丽月还没有下班。阿巴桑已经带着小强尼睡下了，全屋电灯都已熄灭。我摸到房里，在瞑暗中，却突然看到下午搁在床上的那一串锡箔元宝，正在微微地闪着银光。我提起那串抖瑟瑟的元宝，穿过厨房，走到外面的天台上去。天台一角，一只装满了沙的洋铁罐里，一柱香，还在燃着几点星火，大概是阿巴桑烧祭留下来的。我蹲下身去，划亮了一根火柴，点燃了手里那串锡箔。那些元宝烧得嘶嘶的响，一个个烧成了灰，一缕一缕，飘落到地上，颤颤地独自闪着暗红的火烬。我抬头望去，天上那轮七月十五日中元节的月亮，又红又大，偏西了，正压在远处高楼的顶尖上。 返转房中，我连衣裳也没有脱，汗黏黏地便倒卧床上去。我的身休已经疲倦得发麻，四肢瘫痪在草席上，好象解体了一般，动弹不得。在黑暗中，我看见窗外反射进来那些酒吧的霓虹灯，象彩蛇般，在窜动着。渐渐地，我的脑子却愈来愈清醒起来。三个多月了，这是头一晚，我突然感到我竟是如此思念着弟娃，思念得那般渴切、猛烈。 13 晚上八点正，我们到了中山北路的梅田。我们的师傅杨教头只带了原始人阿雄仔跟我两人去，老鼠因为乌鸦不准出来，吴敏头晕，在杨教头家休息。杨教头穿得正正经经，一件泡泡纱草青条子的西装上衣，一身粽子一般，箍出了圆滚滚的几节肉来，还系着根宽领带，绿绸子底爬满了朱红的飘虫，一头一脸的热汗，白衬衫早沁得透湿。他把阿雄仔也打扮了一番，套上了一件不合身的花格子西装，袖子太短，露出里面一大截衬衫来，拱肩缩背象足了马戏团里穿着外衣的大黑熊。在梅田门口，杨教头转身叮嘱我们： “今晚规矩些，在人家华侨客面前，莫给师傅丢脸！” 梅田果然有点情调，装潢是东洋风格，门口跨着一拱小桥，桥下水池，流水潺潺，桥尾迎面还有一座假山，山顶闪着一盏小青灯。里面收拾得窗明几净，冷气细细地凉着。四周墙上镶着扇形的壁灯，晶红的灯光，朦朦胧胧，几个女招待的笑靥上，都好象涂着一层毛毛的红晕一般。餐馆尽头，有人在演奏电子风琴，琴声悠悠扬起。一位女招待迎上来，把我们带上了二楼，楼上是隔间雅座，女招待揭开第二间的珠帘，小玉及那位华侨客林茂雄已经坐在里面等候着了。我们进去，林茂雄赶忙起身过来迎接，小玉紧跟在他身后。林茂雄是个五十上下的中年人，两鬓花白，戴着一银丝边眼镜，一张端正的长方脸，一笑，眼角拖满了鱼尾纹。他穿了一身铁灰色西装，系着根暗条领带，银领带夹上镶着一颗绿玉。杨教头抢上前去，先跟林茂雄重重地握了一下手，又替我跟阿雄仔两人引见了。林茂雄把杨教头让到上座，将我跟阿雄仔安插在杨教头左右。大家坐定后，杨教头一把扇子指向小玉，说道： “怎么样，林祥？我这个徒弟还听话吧？” “玉仔很乖哩，”林茂雄侧过头去，望着小玉笑道，他说得一口东北腔的国语，小玉挨坐在林茂雄身旁，笑吟吟的。他穿了一件水绿白翻领的衬衫，一头长发，梳得整整齐齐，好象刚吹过风，一副头干脸净的模样。 “玉仔，他这几天做我的导游，我们看了不少地方。台北，我是完全不认识了——” 林茂雄一手扶在小玉的肩上，微笑着。 “今天中午，我才带林祥到华西街吃海鲜来，林祥说，比东京便宜多了，又好吃！”小玉面带得色地笑道。 “你说吧，林祥，怎么谢我这个师傅，”杨教头唰地一下，打开摺扇，扇了起来。饭馆有冷气，杨教头的胖脸上，汗珠子仍然滚滚而下。 “就是说啊，所以今晚特地要请杨师傅来喝杯酒呢！”林茂雄笑应道。 “光喝酒是不够的，”杨教头摇头道，“日后咱们有机会到东京，林祥也得导游一番，叫咱们开开眼界。听说东京的孩子也标致得紧哪！” “杨师傅到东京来，我一定做向导，带你到新宿去观光。” “那些日本孩子看见我们师傅，只怕吓得大气都不敢出了！”小玉在旁边插嘴道。 “呔！我把你这个不孝的畜生！”杨教头手一扬，厉声喝道，旋即却放下手来叹了一声：“林祥，你不知道，徒弟大了，师傅难做，呕气得很！这几个东西，笨的笨，蠢的蠢，都上不得台盘，唯独这个小家伙，鬼灵精怪，一把嘴，又象刀，又象蜜，差点的人，也降不住他。林祥，我看他跟你竟有点投缘。” “玉仔跟我两人很合得来。”林茂雄笑着拍了一拍小玉的后脑袋瓜。 一个十六七岁的女招待揭帘走了进来，端上一盆洁白的冰毛巾让我们揩面，又递给我们一人—张菜牌。林茂雄先让杨教头： “杨师傅，你是行家，请先点吧。今天是玉仔的主意，吃台湾小菜。” “我随和得很，什么都吃，连人肉也吃！” 我们都笑了起来，女招待笑得用手捂住了嘴。 “那么，就来碟西施舌吧，尝尝美人舌头的味道！” “嗨。”那个女招待赶忙应声写了下来。 “玉仔，你想要吃什么？”林茂雄转头问小玉。 “烤花枝，我要吃烤花枝！”小玉嚷道。 林茂雄又让阿雄仔，阿雄咧开大嘴笑嘻嘻地说： “鸡、鸡——” “现什么宝？”杨教头低声笑骂道，“给他来道烤鸡腿吧！” “嗨。”女招待又赶忙应道。 我点了一碟盐酥虾，林茂雄自己也加了几个菜，一道烧鳗，一道家常豆腐，一碟酸菜炒肚丝。 “日本人不吃内脏，我有好些年没有吃到炒肚丝了。”林茂雄笑叹道。 “先生要喝什么酒？”女招待怯生生地问道。 “把你们的陈年绍兴热来，”杨教头命令道，“加酸梅！” 女招待去暖了一壶绍兴酒来，一只高玻璃杯里盛着酸梅，她要替我们斟酒，小玉却赶忙接了过去道： “不必了，让我来。” 女招待应着走了出去，小玉把酒筛到装酸梅的杯里，浸渍片刻，先替林茂雄斟上一杯，又把别人的酒杯都注满了，才立起身来，双手捧起酒杯，朝林茂雄敬道： “林祥，今晚是你给我面子。我先干了这杯酒，表示我一点敬意吧。” 说着小玉便举杯，一口气咕嘟咕嘟将一杯酒饮尽了，一张脸顿时鲜红起来，一双飞挑的眼睛，眼皮也泛了桃花。 “慢来、慢来，别呛着了。”林茂雄赶紧伸出手制止道。 “我从来不喝急酒的。”小玉笑道，“今晚实在高兴，所以放肆了！” “啧、啧，”杨教头砸嘴道，“林祥，你本事大。这个小家伙脑后那块反骨大概给你抽掉了—一竟变得这般彬彬有礼起来！” “玉仔一直很懂礼貌。”林茂雄笑道，自己也吮了一口酒。 “没有的事！”杨教头摆手道，“他在别人面前，张牙舞爪，就象只小斗鸡，你真是把他收服了！” “等一下菜来了，先吃点才喝，空肚子闹酒，要醉了，”林茂雄低声对小玉说道。 “好的。”小玉点头应道。 女招待送菜上来，头两道是烤花枝、烤鸡腿。林茂雄挟了一块烤花枝，搁在小玉碟子里。阿雄仔看见那盘焦黄油亮的肥鸡腿，伸出只大手爪便去抓。我整天只吃了两枚烧饼，老早饿得肚子不停地叽咕叽咕发响，一闻到那阵烤鸡腿的肉香，顿时一嘴巴的清口水，手上的筷子跟阿雄仔的手爪差不多同时伸到盘中最大那只鸡腿上。 “喂，你们客气些！”杨教头喝道，转向林茂雄道歉道：“林祥，请多多包涵！我命苦，收了这么个傻仔，又加上一群没见过世面的徒儿，处处出洋相！” “让他们去吧，”林茂雄笑道，“难得孩子们吃得这么开心！” 林茂雄说着把外衣也卸了，小玉赶忙接了过去，挂到衣架上。杨教头也除下了西装，把领带也松开了。林茂雄双手端起酒杯来，向杨教头敬酒道： “杨师傅，请你先受了我这杯酒。” 杨教头也慌忙不迭地举杯回敬道： “林祥是远客，我应当先敬。” 两人对过杯以后，林茂雄沉思了片刻，却向杨教头郑重地说道： “杨师傅，今晚请你来，我还有一件事想跟你商量，玉仔是个聪明孩子，我看他也还懂得好歹，由他这样浪荡下去，恐怕糟踏了——” “林祥！”杨教头将扇子往桌上一拍，“你这句话，正说到我的心坎儿上！我是他师傅，难道还不望他好？他从前那些干爹，有的开店铺、有的开洋行。他肯上进，谋份正经差事，还不易如反掌？偏偏这个小家伙，天生一副贱骨头！没常性，三天两头，一言不合，大摇大摆地就开小差。他自己不爱好，我当师傅的，拿他也无可奈何。” “当然、当然，”林茂雄赔笑道，“师傅哪有不疼徒弟的道理？是这样的，咱们成城药厂，在台北松江路设了间经销处，要雇用一批人，我想把玉仔安插在公司里，有份差事，学个一技之长，对他日后是好的。所以先向师傅问准，备个案。” “那敢情好！”杨教头应道，“林祥肯提拔，是他的福。只是一件：要看他本人如何。小家伙肚里的鬼，只怕有一打！” “我已经问过他了，他自己说愿意。”林茂雄侧过头去望着小玉笑道。 “替林祥做事，我尽心就是了。”小玉一脸正经地说道。 “这回可是你自己说的，”杨教头指向小玉，“咱们等着瞧吧—一这倒好，日后伤风头痛，直到小玉那里拿药就是了！” “我们销的，大部分是补药，'胖美儿'之类。”林茂雄笑道，“台湾市场小，西德货竞争又厉害，生意恐怕也不太好做。” “人事呀！这里什么都讲人事！要拉大医院，又要拉大医生，药品才销得出去。” “我们已经开始做广告，征经销员了——我的意思，就是想叫玉仔跑跑外务经销。” “那行，他那把嘴还要得！”杨教头嘉许道。 谈笑间，我跟阿雄仔两人已经把鸡腿吃得只剩下几根骨头。一时菜都上齐了，而且林茂雄又一直叫我们不要拘束，我跟阿雄两个人，筷子调羹并用，虾子鳗鱼豆腐肚丝，一人盛满了一盘。梅田的台湾小菜果然胜过青叶梅子，味道精致得多。我心里想下次不知几时才有机会上馆子，吃够本再说。 “这些年，我一直想回来看看——”林茂雄呷了一口酒，缓缓说道，“没料到台北竟变得这么繁华，好象十年前的东京一样。玉仔今天带我走过八条通——从前我们的老家就在那里——那在全是旅馆酒店，眼都看花了！” “那一带变动得厉害，”杨教头接嘴道，“从前咱们在六条通开了一家'桃源春'，轰轰烈烈了一阵子——现在那家酒馆民经换了两个老板，改成什么'阿里山'了！门口漆得大红大绿，走过那里我看着就刺心！林祥这次回来，亲人都看到了？” “老一辈的都不在喽，”林茂雄唏嘘道，“这次回来，我倒想找一位少年时代的朋友——” 林茂雄若有所思地顿了下来，他的双颧，微微地泛起酒后的酡色，墙上的扇形壁灯，晶红的光照在他那一头花白的头发上，涂上了一层晕辉。他的嘴角漾着一抹怅然的微笑，眼角的皱纹都浮现了起来。 “他叫吴春晖，我们住在一条巷子里，两个人很亲近，跟兄弟一样。那时我们一同上台北工业学校，学化工。两人还约好，日后一块儿到日本去学医，回来合开诊所。谁知道战事一来，我却给征到大陆东北，一去便是这么些年—一” “我也到过东北．冰天雪地，耳朵差点没给冻掉！”杨教头插嘴道。 “是啊，我刚到长春的时候，生满了一脚的冻疮，寸步难行。”林茂雄摇头笑道，“后来才知道东北人的靴子里原来都塞满了乌拉草取暖的。” “那个吴春晖呢？”小玉好奇地问道。 “暧，”林茂雄叹息道，“他可怜，给日军拉去东南亚打仗去了，下落不明，也不知道他现在还活着没有？” “他长得是什么样子？”小玉问道。 “我只记得他年轻时候的面貌——”林茂雄沉吟了片刻，他打量了小玉一下，笑道，“说起来，你跟他，眉眼间倒有几分相似。” “是么？”小玉笑道，“那个容易，林祥，我陪你去找！” “傻仔，”林茂雄搔了一搔他那花白的发鬓，“隔了三十年，我们相见也不认识了呀！” “不要紧，只要痛下决心，一条街一条街，一个城一个城去找，总有一天找得到。” 小玉颇为自信地说道。 “其正是小孩子说话。”林茂雄摇头笑道。 小玉起身拣了一块烤鳗鱼，敬到林茂雄的碟子里。林茂雄吃了一口，赞道： “这家烧烤，确实不错。” “听说东京的中国饭馆也多得很哪。”小玉探问道。 “日本人爱吃中华料理，他们常常在中国饭馆宴客，在日本开餐馆很赚钱。东京有一家留园，是满洲皇族开的，气派大得很，普通人还吃不起哩，一道水晶鸡，日币三千元！” “林祥，我到东京去，在中国餐馆打工，行么？”小玉问道。 “你会烧菜么？” “不会可以学嘛。” “那边餐馆常常请不到厨子。” “那么我赶快到烹饪学校报名，考个厨子执照去。”小玉笑道。 “你不必打这些鬼主意了！”杨教头道，“林祥回日本，干脆把你装进箱子里，提走了事！林祥，听说这几年东京也繁荣得了不得！” “东京变得更厉害，”林茂雄叹道，“战后我们去，差不多炸平了，眼看着一栋栋高楼建了起来。我们老板有眼光，一去便在新宿番众町那一带买下一块地，就那样发了起来--- 他是我太太的舅舅，就是他把我们接去日本帮忙的---” “番众町那里有一家酒吧叫一番馆，里面的孩子穿着和服的。”小玉插嘴道。 “你怎么知道？”林茂雄诧异道。 “一番馆在番众町七十五番地。”小玉笑嘻嘻地说。 “你这个孩子，”林茂雄摸了小玉的头一下，“好象东京去过多少次似的，这么熟！” “我有一本东京地图，”小玉笑道，“那些街道我都背熟了，我去了，一定不会迷路。有一天，我一定要到新宿一番馆去，瞧瞧那些穿和服的日本孩子去——林祥，要是我穿起和服来，会好看么？” “你穿上和服，倒象个日本娃娃。” “'好色一代男'林祥看过么？”小玉问道，“是一部彩色古装片。” “'好色一代男'？”林茂雄皱起眉头思索了片刻，“是好老的影片了吧？” “池部良演的，”小玉说道，“他在电影里穿了一件白绸子黑缎带的和服，乱潇洒一阵！林祥也有和服么？” “有一件，在家里穿穿。” “什么颜色？” “灰的。” “哦，我喜欢白绸子的。以后我也去买一件，不过听说好的贵得很。要是我在东京穿起和服来，他们真把我当作日本仔怎么办？我又不会说日本话，只会一句：我哈腰——果哉?一麻司。还是师傅教的。你肯教我说日文么，林祥？” “那要看，”林茂雄微笑道，“你在公司里做事努不努力！” “那我一定拚命干就是了！”小玉笑道。 几碟菜我跟阿雄仔两个人，闷声不响扫掉了一大半，阿雄仔用手拉鸡腿吃，两手抓得油渍渍，啃完