Chapter 5 5

16 "They say I killed him, don't they?" In the darkness, Long Zi's voice seemed to be rising up from a deep spring that had been buried for a long time. "I didn't kill Ah Feng, Ah Qing, what I killed was myself. When the knife went down, it hit my own heart. Just like that, I died, and after I died, I died for many years—— —” The two of us, shoulder to shoulder, lay on a sofa bed covered with soaked rattan mats.At the bottom of an alley on the third section of Nanjing East Road, in the old mansion of Wang Kuilong's father from the Japanese occupation era, we were lying in Longzi's former bedroom facing the backyard.At the foot of the bed, a thick cake of mosquito-smoke incense was lit, and the cigarette curled upwards. Outside the screen window at the head of the bed, a few broad leaves of plantains had irregular black shadows, opening and closing, sweeping.In the yard, there were the whining sounds of summer insects, trembling and melodious, one short and one long.

"For many years, I hid in Manhattan, New York, in the small attic of an apartment building on Seventy-second Street, diagonally across from Central Park, and became a little dark ghost. During the day, I hid in a cellar on Broadway In bars, working odd jobs, earning pocket money. It was late at night, late at night, when I showed up and started wandering the brightly lit, deserted streets of Manhattan, from Forty-second Street all the way to the Eighth Street, when my legs were too tired to lift, I sat down by the fountain in Washington Square, and sat there until dawn. Sometimes, I took the subway and went underground in New York , rushing straight, changing from one car to another, until the direction was completely lost, then crawled out from the ground, stepped into a completely unfamiliar dark area, and wandered blindly among the tall buildings full of dark shadows Get up. Once, in the middle of the night, I broke into the black area of ​​Harlem. That summer, the blacks rioted, and the police were fighting with the blacks every night. That night I walked into a dark crowd and gave the police Fisted and kicked caught up with the police car and taken to the detention center. But I didn't know how to be afraid at the time, because I didn't feel it at all—

"One stormy night, I stood under a big elm tree in the park by the river, and the rain washed down from the leaves and branches, soaked my whole body, and my feet sank in the mud, sinking deeper and deeper, Mud poured into my shoes, and my feet were numb from the cold. I kept looking at the lights of the Washington Bridge in the distance, flickering in the wind and rain, completely forgetting that there was a person kneeling at my feet, gnawing On another snowy winter night, I collapsed in the last row of an all-night porn movie theater in Times Square and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was probably early morning, and a room In the dark and big theater, I was the only one sitting there up and down, and the human body was jumping around on the big screen, but I didn't see it at all, but when I looked down at the watch, the watch on my wrist The Rolex that my father gave me as a memento when I was in college disappeared, and I was stripped away. In those years, I was wandering on the streets of New York, and I probably ate hundreds of beef patties. But I never knew what a beef patty tasted like. I lost my sense of taste and chewed everything like sawdust. Once, I bought a beef patty in Greenwich Village, and I bit off the tip of my tongue in one bite. A piece of meat, a mouthful of blood, I didn’t know it, I swallowed the beef patty together with my own flesh and blood. But one day, I suddenly regained consciousness——

"It was Christmas Eve. The Christmas trees on the streets of New York were all lit up with red, green and green lights, and Christmas Eve was being sung everywhere. The thunder fell early that night. At five or six o'clock, Manhden had already turned white. People gathered inside the house with their families and started Christmas dinner. I was with a group of people eating Christmas dinner. There were more than a hundred of us. There were elderly people in their sixties and seventies whose bodies were loose like empty skins, and teenagers with limbs. Just round and bulging teenagers, white, black, yellow, brown, on that Christmas night, we fled from everywhere to 22nd Street and hid in a dark and old high-rise, in a room full of steam We were naked in the back room of the private room where we had dinner together, devouring each other’s flesh silently and feverishly. I left the maze-like three-story Turkish steam room and walked to the street. It was already dark outside. It was dawn, and the snowflakes in the sky were blown wildly by the cold wind, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. I took the subway home and walked past the entrance of Central Park. Follow me. On normal summer nights, under the shade of the trees in Central Park, there are often figures of people chasing each other there. Even in winter, sometimes there will be a few lonely ghosts left, wandering in the cold wind. I lingered until dawn. That day, I was exhausted and numb all over, so I quickened my pace and walked to my home on Seventy-second Street. When I reached the door of the apartment, the man who followed me chased after me. The voice trembled and called: "Sir, do you have any change? I'm hungry." I looked back and found that it was a teenager. He was wrapped in a black cloth coat with a cloak, and the cloak covered his eyebrows. Go up, cover half of his face, he is hunched, trembling all over. I told him, I have hot cocoa upstairs, and he followed me up. When he entered the room, he took off his coat, and there was only Wearing a dark red shabby jumper, revealing his thin body. He has curly black hair piled fluffy on his eyebrows, a pair of surprisingly large black eyes, deep-set Embedded in his thin blue and white, shimmering. He looks about sixteen or seventeen years old, like a child in Puerto Rico. I made a cup of hot cocoa for him, and he took it, holding the cup in both hands , not afraid of the heat, Gudu Gudu drank it all in one gulp, his frozen pale face gradually showed a tinge of blood. He sat on the edge of my bed, looking at me with a pair of big eyes twinkling, looking forward to I know what those kids want, twenty yuan, thirty yuan, a week's food, a week's rent. I went over and stretched out my hand to strip him of his clothes. I want to send him away as soon as possible. Sleeping with his head covered. When I poked his chest with my fingertips, he suddenly let out a scream. I quickly withdrew my hand. The child raised his head and smiled apologetically at me, but his brows were Frowning tightly, his big eyes seemed to be throbbing with pain. He slowly took off his shirt, revealing his naked upper body. Slanted, impressively imprinted with a few scars, each finger-sized, blue and red, at the intersection, a scar, the size of a wine glass, was pressing on his heart , The wound was broken, inflamed, swollen, bright red, and dripping yellow slurry.The child told me that one night a few days ago, he was in the park and ran into a sadistic guy wearing a leather jacket and riding a motorcycle with clang and tinkling cupronickel keys on his belt. He took him back and used a A long iron chain bound him and whipped him across the ground like a dog. "It's tied too tightly, it's worn out—" the child pointed to the scar on his chest the size of a wine glass, with an apologetic smile on his lips all the time, those big deep-set eyes, twinkling .At that moment, at that moment, suddenly, on the bright red scar on his heart, I saw the knife, the knife that was being inserted into Ah Feng's chest.Ah Feng lay on the ground, covered in blood, looking at me the same way, his big eyes throbbing with pain, but the corner of his trembling mouth was also the same, with a helpless and apologetic smile.For many years, I completely lost my memory and lost consciousness.But at that moment, as if I had been touched by a high-voltage electricity, I was shocked suddenly, and there was a sharp pain in my heart. The pain made my eyes go black, and stars shot straight out.I grabbed the child's cold hands, held them in my palms, and rubbed them desperately.I knelt down in front of him, took off his dirty, wet and slush-covered boots, took his frozen and dirty feet, put them in my arms, and pressed my cheek against his instep , rubbing back and forth, stroking until his frozen feet were warm.The child was at a loss by me, and regardless of his objections, I carried him to the bed, took off his underwear, found a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, dipped it in cotton, and lightened the wound on his chest for him. Give him a light wash, then throw a thick blanket over him.I sat on the floor next to his head and watched him until he closed his eyes and fell asleep wearily.I stood up and walked to the window. In the central park diagonally opposite, the trees and the ground were covered with a layer of pure white snow. The sun had just risen, shining brightly and dazzlingly.I stood in front of the window, the blood all over my body was churning and burning, and my face was hot like needle pricks.The events of the past, scene by scene, are pieced together like a kaleidoscope.Raising my eyes suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a skeleton-like figure reflected in the window glass. For the first time in many years, I saw myself——

"That child stayed with me for more than three months. His name is Coles, and Coles is a Puerto Rican from San Juan. His English is broken and full of Spanish. He told me that their family immigrated to New York three years ago. His father was unwilling to bear the burden of the family and left the house. His mother went crazy like that and was locked up in a municipal mental hospital. One day, we walked across the East River Gelushi pointed out to me that there is a peninsula protruding from the opposite river bank. At the tip of the peninsula, there is a red brick building surrounded by high wire fences. "My mother is locked up there." I said, he said that he had been wandering on the streets of New York for more than a year, met many strange people, and also contracted a serious disease. There were red spots raised on his genitals. I took him Went to the hospital for treatment. He suffered from secondary syphilis and received many injections. His underwear was always stained with spots of yellowish pus. When I changed it at night, I washed him clean with disinfectant. My bed sheets The human bed is narrow, we lie together at night, when I turn over, my elbow touches the wound on his chest, the pain always wakes him up from his sleep, so I let him sleep on my bed, I was lying on the floor under his bed. In the dark, I could hear his snorting in a deep sleep. For more than three months, I fed him eggs, milk, and strawberry ice cream every day. Surprisingly, he could eat a small bucket of ice cream every day——his cheeks gradually plumped up, and the wounds from the iron chains on his chest gradually healed, forming bright red scars. One day, Gelushi Told me he was going to visit his mother, but when he went, he never came back—

"However, Ah Ching, Gelushi is missing, but there are thousands of children like Gelushi on the checkerboard-like streets of Manhattan, New York, day and night, day and night, Wandering, fleeing, sick, dismembered in parks. So many, so many, come and go, from every big city and town in America. Sometimes in the trees of Central Park, sometimes underground In the station toilets, sometimes under the neon lights of Forty-second Street, I would suddenly see a pair of big twinkling eyes, those were Ah Feng’s eyes, big eyes jumping in pain. So I couldn’t help stretching out my hand Touch the kid on the cheek and ask him, 'Are you hungry?' I brought a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Jewish kid home in the middle of the night one time - he was curled up on a sidewalk bench outside a park, asleep Yes. I let him sleep on my bed, but before dawn, he got up and rummaged through my things. I didn’t make a sound, watching him take my wallet out of his trouser pocket, And took away a pair of sunglasses from me. Another time, I took a hungry and shaking Italian kid home. After I cooked macaroni for him, he suddenly pulled out a switchblade and forced me to eat it. Give me the money, I just ran out of cash that day. He thought I was lying and became furious. He stabbed me in the chest with a knife, but missed the point. I fell to the ground and didn’t call for help. I was outside my jacket. I could hear my blood drop by drop on the floor, and I gradually passed out. The next day, the landlady called an ambulance and took me to the hospital. I stayed there for a week and lost 2,000 yuan. The blood of CC. Although my body is very weak, my senses are strangely sensitive, and the sensitivity is terrible, as if all the nerve endings are opened, and it hurts when I touch it. The day I was discharged from the hospital was a Sunday afternoon. I walked out of the hospital. On Eighty-second Street near the park, an old black man sat against the wall, a blind beggar with gray hair, blinking a pair of glaucoma, playing a broken accordion, his brows and eyes blurred by the winter sunset His face was red. The old black man was playing a black folk song: Going Home. The sound of the accordion was trembling in the cold evening wind. With the setting sun behind my back, I was walking in my own shadow. Suddenly a strong desire surged in my heart: I want to go home too, to Taipei, to the new park, to the lotus pond again. But I still have to wait for two years. Two years later, my father passed away—— "

Long Zi's gurgling voice suddenly stopped abruptly, as if it had dried up.The dark red moon outside the window was slowly sinking onto the fat banana leaves, and the summer insects in the yard were still calling tremblingly, with a short sound and a long sound.My eyes were so sore that I couldn't open them, and I fell asleep with my eyes covered.When he woke up, there was already a blue light outside the screen window.It was difficult for me to breathe, and it seemed that there was a heavy iron pillar on my chest. It was Wang Kuilong's rake-like arm, lying squarely on my heart. "What color shirt do you like? Ah Qing?" Wang Kuilong asked me when he brought me back.

"Blue," I said. "Tomorrow we will go to Ximending to buy one for you." He hung the shirt I took off on the back of the door. There was a big hole in my right elbow. Wang Kuilong asked me to move to live with him in his father's old house on Nanjing East Road. "Give me another chance, let me take care of you." He begged me faintly in the dark, he said why do I have those eyes, eyes that throbbing with pain, he found it the first night in the park, he stretched out his thin His big hands kept combing and raking my hair.I have been away from home for more than three months. During the days of wandering with no meals, day and night turned upside down, there were several times when I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, sometimes in a dirty hotel at the waiting station, and sometimes in a dirty room in Wanhua. There was a stranger’s bed in the hot attic. Once, I fell down on the steps in front of the museum in the park. The moment I woke up, I really longed for a long-term residence, but someone wanted to take it in. When I was there, I slipped away again with an excuse.I only debuted in the principality for a week, and then I met a kind-hearted man, a middle-aged man named Yan.He is the manager of Ximending Silver Carriage.He introduced me to the silver carriage as a younger brother, and took me in to his apartment on Jinhua Street.He told me that there is still salvation when I get out, but I will be lost forever if I sink.I put on the white and clean uniform of the silver carriage, carrying coffee, red tea, sour plum soup, and mango ice cream, and spent ten hours non-stop circling among the guests who came to Ximending to watch movies and buy things.On the fourth night, I quietly took off my uniform in the toilet, changed into my own clothes, and slipped out the back door while no one was looking.I ran straight from Zhonghua Road towards Xiaonanmen, faster and faster, back into the park in one breath, and jumped onto the steps beside the lotus pond.

I suddenly had the idea of ​​running away, to escape from the old mansion of Wang Kuilong's father.Some time ago in Xinnanyang, I watched an American western film: "The Two Owls in the Black Canyon", which is about two brothers who fell into a gorge haunted by grass - the first brother is played by Henry Fonda.The two committed robbery all their lives, and were eventually chased by officers and soldiers. The elder brother fell into the quicksand, and the younger brother reached out to save them, and they were dragged into the mud together. The two of them dragged each other, and slowly sank, until only four hands remained. , Stretched out of the quicksand, desperately grasping.I gently removed Longzi's arm from my chest, his rake-like arm was pressing on my heart, it was so heavy, it kept sinking, I felt like the one stretched out by the robber brother in the black canyon It's like an eager and desperate hand, as if trying to drag me into quicksand.I quietly got out of bed, put on my torn shirt, and went out.The iron gate outside was locked, the iron gate was very high, and a three-foot-long black iron halberd protruded from the gate.It took me a lot of effort to jump out, and my calf was bleeding.

20 I made an appointment with Wu Min, and I will wait for him in the room.I'm at 215 on the second floor, and he's at 344 on the third floor.Instructor Yang told Wu Min and me to go to Jinghua Hotel on Zhongshan North Road, and only told us the number of the hotel room.When the man was about to leave the room, he did not turn on the light, left the room key on the bedside chest of drawers, and whispered in the dark: The rent has already been paid.I didn't see his face clearly, and I didn't ask his name.When he opened the door to cover himself and went out, I only felt that his back was very high, about six feet.The Qiqi restaurant next door is open all night. It was one o'clock in the morning, and there was still a faint sound of music. I lay on the bed and finished smoking a cigarette before Wu Min came to knock on the door.

Wu Min and I went downstairs quietly, and we didn't go to the rejection counter to return the room key. We slipped out of the Jinghua Hotel while the guy at the counter was not paying attention.As soon as we went out, the two of us started running at the same time, and ran towards the direction of Yuanshan. After running for a while, the lights gradually dimmed, so we stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.There were no pedestrians on the road, and both ends of the road were empty. I put one arm on Wu Min's shoulder, and our two footsteps, at the same pace, kept ringing aggressively on the sidewalk. "Xiao Min, is your hand okay?" I saw that the gauze bandage on Wu Min's left wrist had been removed. "It's scarred." Wu Min put his left hand into his trouser pocket. "You bastard, if I, Xiaoyu, and the mouse hadn't arrived in time that day, your little life would have been lost! It's really worthless, and a person surnamed Zhang is worth cutting your hand for him! No wonder Xiaoyu scolded him. You, he said the day before yesterday that he wanted you to give him back his blood." Wu Min lowered his head while kicking his feet. "It's not like that," Wu Min said in a low voice, "I've lived with Mr. Zhang for so long, and I've made him my home without knowing it. I was suddenly kicked out by Mr. Zhang that day, and I was flustered for a while. You felt that you had nowhere to go, so you did that kind of thing. You know Mr. Zhang’s place, it’s clean and comfortable, why don’t you make people miss it?” I remember that every time I went to Mr. Zhang’s apartment in Guangwu New Village to find Wu Min, he was not cleaning the floor, he was cleaning the kitchen and tidying up Mr. Zhang’s house. I even joked with him that Mr. Best little butler ever. "Ah Qing, I remember that the first night I moved to Mr. Zhang's house, I spent more than an hour in his bathroom." Wu Min shook his head and laughed. "What are you doing in the bathroom for so long?" "You don't know how wonderful the bathroom in Mr. Zhang's house is. It's all made of sky blue tiles, and even the bathtub is blue—I've never seen such a beautiful bathtub. There is a gas stove, and as soon as I turn on the faucet, hot water comes out. I filled a tub full of hot water and soaked in it. I took such a comfortable bath once!" "You are so virtuous! Call Mr. Zhang's bathroom a paradise!" I couldn't help laughing. "How do you know?" Wu Min sighed, "I told you, I have been wandering around with my dad since I was a child, and the house we rent has never had a bathroom. In summer, you can also take a shower in the patio, and in winter two or three weeks I only went to the bathroom once. My body stinks so much that I would feel sick even if I smell it. I am also the person who loves cleanliness the most. Mr. Zhang’s bathroom, what is it if it’s not heaven?” Wu Min's father has been in prison for more than two years in Taipei Prison.He was arrested for selling drugs and white noodles in the Wanhua area.His father is from Meixian, Guangdong. Wu Min said that when he first arrived in Taiwan, his father still carried a few gold bars with him, but he likes to gamble like his life. He likes to gamble on the four-color cards of Taiwanese, and he will do it when he loses all the gold bars. Get involved in drug trafficking.The first time he was sent to prison, Wu Min's mother had just conceived him, and he hadn't seen his father for several years after he was born. He grew up with his uncle in Hsinchu.His father picked him up when he was released from prison, wandered here and there, wandered around for a few years, and was arrested and sent to prison again. "It doesn't feel good to be kicked out of the house." Wu Min said quietly. "I know." I hugged his shoulders hard. My father kicked me out that day. I didn't have any money with me. I walked around Ximending for an afternoon. I usually walked past the old man's house, shilin, and those in the glass window cabinet. I never paid attention to cakes, but that day, the piles of red bean cakes and sesame cakes made people salivate, their stomachs gurgling non-stop, and their stomachs were so empty that they panicked. "I wandered with my father. I changed places to live in seven or eight places in two or three years. The landlord always kicked me out because of rent arrears. Once we lived in an alley on Yanping North Road, and the landlady was a hag .We owed rent and had been late for two days. She and his fellows threw all our things into the alley. Washbasins, mouthwash cups, rolled around. My dad’s two favorite four-color cards also threw My father slipped away first, leaving me alone to pick up things all over the ground, and the neighbors were watching. At that moment, I wished I could get under the ground! After moving into Mr. Zhang’s house, I thought I finally had a place It is a place where I stay, so I am very careful, and I dare not make any mistakes, but in the end, Mr. Zhang will be swept out." Wu Min complained about Ai Ai again. We walked to the entrance of Yuanshan Children's Paradise, stopped, and sat on the stone steps outside the entrance. We all took off our shoes, went barefoot, and leaned side by side.This area is so lively during the day, and the Children's Paradise is full of children's shrill laughter, but the surroundings are quiet at this moment, only Wu Min's voice of complaining, floating and sinking in the darkness. "That evening, I carried a broken suitcase and walked out of Mr. Zhang's house. The more I walked, the more confused I was. I didn't know where I went. I passed a small river, probably on the side of Shulan Street. Throwing the broken box into the river, I thought to myself: People don’t want to live anymore, what do they need the box for? I’m not angry, I didn’t do anything wrong, and Mr. Zhang is so merciless—” "Mr. Zhang is a 'Scar King Five', what's the matter?" "'Scar King Five'?" Wu Min said in astonishment. "He laughed, as if a knife had been cut at the corner of his mouth, didn't he look like a 'Scarred King Five'?" "You are so wicked, it will harm others!" Wu Min was a little bit disapproving. "Hey, your little life was almost in the hands of that surname Zhang, and you still protect him like that!" Wu Min hugged her knees with both hands, squatted up, and after a while, said slowly: "Mr. Zhang has a weird temper, a little hot and cold, unpredictable. But I don't think he is completely heartless, but he is not easy to get close to. The first day he kicked me out, he was very kind to me. He gave me a small radio of the Shengbo brand to play, and praised my Douban carp for its delicious taste. It was rare that he was so excited that night. The two of us drank a bottle of Baigan and said to me: "Amin , you know, you have been with me for the longest time, do you think you can stay with me forever?' Of course I said yes, but Mr. Zhang sneered, "You're here to coax me again, you bastards, all of you Carved out of a mold, give you some color, and you will climb on top of people's heads!" Mr. Zhang told me that there used to be a child who lived with him, and he doted on that little guy. , kicked him upside down, and stole all his things away. Mr. Zhang hated it when he mentioned it. I half-jokingly swore to Mr. Zhang: "Mr. Zhang, if you don't believe me, I'll show you to death!" He Sighing, with drunkenness on his face, he patted my head and said, "Amin, how do you know? Forty-year-old people can't be sad, and they can't afford to be hurt!" Ah Qing, don't laugh, I'd rather be in Mr. Zhang’s family washes the kitchen and toilet every day, and it’s better than the nomads who are wandering here and there. Ah Qing, where’s your home? Do you have a home?” "My home is on Longjiang Street," I said, "Lane 28, Longjiang Street." "Weidao, don't you want to go home?" "My house is leaking, it's leaking so badly. Ding ding dong dong, ding ding dong dong---" I laughed, "Typhoon Daisy passed through the country last year, and a large corner of our house was knocked away! " I remember the next day, after the typhoon, our house was full of water, and the muddy rain came over the foot of the bed, always a foot deep. My father led me and my younger brother, all three of us were barefoot and wearing shorts, My father held a large lead bucket in his hand, and my younger brother and I used washbasins. The three of us, father and son, desperately scooped up water and poured it outside the house.The father kept humming and cursing, but the younger brother bit his lip and snickered, as if scooping water was a joy.After the water receded, our small, dark and damp house smelled of mud, which couldn't be removed.Later, my father got some wormwood and burned it. He said that it could remove the poison, because my baby's skin was sensitive, and he got a red rash all over his body after being exposed to moisture. "What about your family, don't you miss them?" "I miss my brother," I said. "where is he?" "He's sleeping under here." I pointed to the ground. "Oh——" Wu Min turned his head and looked at me. Under the street lamp, his delicate face was full of childishness, "Does he look like you?" I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. "He looks a little like you, my dear." "Don't be joking." Wu Min giggled and struggled to laugh. I stood up with my shoes on, and Wu Min also stood up. The two of us ran barefoot to the middle of Zhongshan North Road. I ran in front, and Wu Min followed me. Even the cars were gone. "Xiao Min, are we the Huns or the Xianbei?" I asked Wu Min panting while running. "Ok?" "Didn't you say we are nomads?" "Is it the Huns?" Wu Mei laughed. "What's the name of the King of the Huns?" "Call Shan Yu." "Then I am the first danyu and you are the second danyu." Wu Min caught up and asked out of breath: "The nomads live after water and grass, what about us, Ah Qing? What are we chasing?" "Let's chase rabbits!" I yelled. We all laughed, and our laughter rolled down in the night sky, on the undefended main road. twenty one When I got back to Jinzhou Street, it was past two o'clock, and the light in my room was still on, probably Xiaoyu had come back to sleep.In the past two weeks, Xiaoyu came to me after work to supplement chemistry, but after finishing, he still went back to accompany his Lin Xiang instead of sleeping with me.But as soon as I went up the stairs, I heard someone arguing in the room, and I whispered in my heart that it was Lao Zhou, and he finally caught him.Lao Zhou has been here a few times, and Li Yue and I have been perfunctory.Once, I told Lao Zhou that Xiaoyu's grandmother had colic, and Xiaoyu hurried back to Yangmei --- that's what Xiaoyu taught me. In fact, his grandmother's family didn't recognize his mother and child at all.Lao Zhou was in my room, standing by the bed, gesticulating.His swollen bread-and-bread face was dripping with oil and sweat, and was as red as a pig's liver. The stubble of his ashen beard seemed to be bulging upside down, and his eyes were round and angry.He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt of peacock blue silk, and a large piece of it was soaked on the plump back. "Tell me!" Lao Zhou pointed at Xiaoyu and shouted, his Shanghai Mandarin was in a hurry, and his tongue was knotted, "Where did you sell these days? How much did you get?" Xiaoyu was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the scarlet shirt that Lao Zhou had given him, with all the twists on his chest open, legs crossed, barefoot, a cigarette in his mouth, not answering, snoring Snoring, took a few puffs, exhaled two smoke rings, and then sneered: "Your Uncle Zhou is not my old bustard. You don't care where I sell it. You don't have to settle accounts with you for how much you make. Does Boss Zhou want to beat me over the head?" "Shameless bitch!" Lao Zhou spat hard, "You can hide it from me? Who doesn't know that you dated a Japanese overseas Chinese——" Lao Zhou suddenly turned to me and glanced again, "You guys Speaking of Xiao Chi, it’s all from one nostril! Let me ask you—” Lao Zhou almost poked Xiao Yu’s head with his hand, “How much did that overseas Chinese stick to you overnight?” "Lin Xiang?" Xiaoyu took another puff of cigarette and replied slowly, "I don't want his money." "Listen!" Lao Zhou turned to me again, but this time he smiled, "Where do you think he is? He is an overseas Chinese, so he just bumped his ass up. It was a waste of money! You thought you handed in If you are an overseas Chinese, your value has increased? Are you still a seller? If you have the ability, immediately ask your overseas Chinese to take you back to Japan and ask him to raise you in a cage." "Lin Xiang said that he is going through the formalities for me and applying for an entry permit. When I arrive in Tokyo, I will have to consider whether I should adopt him or not." When Xiaoyu spoke, she half-raised her face, with a look of color on her face.But Lao Zhou couldn't find a word for a while, and roared twice, the oil on his face was bright and bright, flowing down one by one.Xiaoyu unhurriedly extinguished half of the cigarette in a broken soy sauce dish, then stood up abruptly, with a heavy face, pointing at Lao Zhou and shouting sharply: "Who is your young master paying for in vain? Doing your shit? Your surname is Zhou and you don't have my contract of sale. Who doesn't know that I am a big seller in the park? You want to advertise for me? I'm nasty, don't you Dirty? If you're not nasty, just flip your ass up—" With a slap, Xiaoyu received a slap on the face, Xiaoyu tilted her head, and received another slap on the other side.Xiaoyu jumped up and shouted: "You dare to hit someone? I will sue you at the police station!" Xiaoyu bumped into Lao Zhou's arms, grabbed Lao Zhou's collar and ran out.Lao Zhou swung his fists and beat him for a round, Xiaoyu dodged left and right and refused to let go, the two twisted into a ball.I hurried up and tore Xiaoyu away.Lao Zhou panted for a long time, his voice trembling, and said: "I bought you so many things—" Xiaoyu dived under the bed, dragged out a broken suitcase, lifted the lid, dumped the contents on the floor, grabbed three pairs of suit trousers , six shirts of various colors were wrapped into a ball and put into Lao Zhou's arms. The Seiko watch in his hand also faded off and rubbed it to Lao Zhou.Lao Zhou was holding a pile of colorful clothes, and was about to walk out the door angrily. Xiaoyu caught up, grabbed and pulled, took off the scarlet shirt on his body, threw it on Lao Zhou's shoulder, and shouted road: "Take it!" Just as Lao Zhou left, Li Yue barged in fragrantly. She was wearing a hollow black gauze dress, revealing a flesh-colored body. "What do you mean? Did the police raid the house?" Li Yue kicked the scattered clothes with her high heels.Xiaoyu stood in the pile of rubbish, with her upper body bare and sweat dripping down her face. "Old Zhou just came here." I winked at Liyue. "Oh," Li Yue said with a smile, "Fat Grandpa is jealous! Huh——" Liyue moved closer to Xiaoyu, and raised his chin, there were five red fingerprints on Xiaoyu's cheeks.Xiaoyu hurriedly pushed away Liyue's hand, and lowered her head. "You've been beaten," Li Yue shook her head and sighed, "this is what happens when you worship your godfather indiscriminately! Go to Auntie's side, Little Glass. Abasan made sweet-scented osmanthus and plum soup, and went to drink a bowl to detoxify the heat." .” "Sister came back so late, business is busy!" I laughed. "Well, I almost died!" Li Yue unbuttoned her chest, exposed her chest, and slapped her chest twice, "A big black man came to the bar tonight, he must be six feet five, at least a ton Heavy, like a tank! He has been entangled with your sister, and wants to go out with your sister to have fun. I coaxed him to go to the toilet, and then slipped away through the back door." twenty two "Ah Ching." "Hmm—" I was blindfolded when Xiaoyu woke me up again. "I can't sleep." Xiaoyu lay alone in the dark smoking a cigarette. "If you can't sleep, go sell it in Baodou!" I turned around and replied angrily. "Ah Qing, Lin Xiang has already left." My drowsiness had woken up most of Xiaoyu, he handed me the cigarette, and I took a puff. "When did you leave?" "This morning. The Tokyo head office called the day before yesterday to remind them. The business over there is busy, and their boss fell ill again. They want him to go back immediately." "That's not good, your overseas Chinese godfather can take you to Tokyo." Xiaoyu turned around, resting her head on one hand. "Last night, I talked to Lin Xiang in the middle of the night. Lin Xiang was really thoughtful and arranged everything for me. He gave me another position in our company as Manager Pan's assistant, five thousand yuan a month, more than now twice as much." "Hey, you're shaking now, Yuzai."_ "He said that after he went back, he would still send money monthly for me to go to night school, and he wanted me to take the exam well." "Then let me test you first. What is the molecular formula of sulfuric acid?" "H2S04." "It's all right, boy, you've got the hang of it." “其实我认真起来，也能读书的。可是——我不要去考开南了。” “什么？”我叫了起来，“你拿你哥哥开玩笑！大热天，替你补习。” “成城我也不要去做了。潘经理你看见了？凶神恶煞，我还去受他那副老虎狗的脸嘴呢？五千块，哪里捞不到？裤带松一松，只怕还不只那一点。” “臭美！”我笑道，“你值那么多？” “我去上班，念书，全是讨林祥的欢心呀，他走了，还有什么心思？昨晚他跟我讲得很坦白，他说以后有机会，他会回来看我，东京，他是不能带我去的——” 小玉猛吸了一口烟，深深地舒了一口气。 “他那位满洲太太倒没有关系，只会念佛，不管事的。就是他那个儿子太厉害。他儿子知道他的事，有一次，在新宿一家酒吧门口，他儿子撞见他带着一个孩子出来，回家后闹得天翻地覆，弄得他简直无法做人。他儿子便乘机要挟，家里的事，他儿子倒做了一半主。把我带到东京，他儿子发觉了，更不得了。” “你的樱花梦又碎了，玉仔。”我说道。 “我倒一点也没有怨林祥呢。人家对我真心，才肯对我讲真话。临走时，他也很舍不得，身上的几千块台币都掏了出来给我，他常用的一支派克六一也留下给我做纪念了。阿青，我和林祥在一起没有多少日子，可是每一天我都是快乐的，从来我也没给人家那样爱惜过——” 小玉把烟按熄在床头的酱油碟里，躺了下去，双手枕在头底，沉默了半晌，突然问我道： “'好色一代男'你看过么，阿青？” “没有，我很少看日本片。” “池部良在里头真帅！他穿了雪白的一身和服，站在一棵樱花下面，——我到东京去，就想穿得那样一身雪白，在栅花树下照张相。” “你穿起和服来，我看倒真象浅丘琉璃子！” “你知道，阿青。'好色一代男'是我阿母带我去看的，她自己看过五六遍。她说，我那个卖资生堂化妆品的阿爸，穿起和服来，象足了电影里的池部良。” “小玉，我看你想去日本想疯了！” “你知道什么？你们有老爸的人懂个屁！我这一生，要是找不到我那个死鬼阿爸，我死也不肯闭目的！” “好吧，就算你到日本去，找到你老爸了，他不认你，你怎么办？”我看见小玉那般认真，便存心逗他道。 “我也不一定要他认的！”小玉冷笑道，“我那么不要脸？自己老爸不认，还要死赖不成？我是要知道确实有这么一个人就行了，就算他长得不象池部良也不要紧，我要看看那个马鹿野郎，是个牛头马面，还是个七爷八爷！” “要是你爸爸已经死了呢，小玉，那么你的心血不是白费了？”我再激他一下。 “他死了么？他的骨头总还在吧！”小玉的声音有点忿忿然起来，“我去把他的骨头拣回来，运到我们杨梅乡下去，好好地造一个墓，供起来，竖一块大理石的墓碑，刻几个大大的金字：显考林正雄之墓。以后清明，我便可以真的替他去扫墓了---” “玉仔，我看你游水游到日本去算了。” “游得过去我一定游，”小玉叹了一口气说：“阿青，有一天，我要是真能离开这个地方到东京去，我就改名换姓，从头来起。好兄弟，我十四岁便在公园里出道，前后也快四年了。你以为那个地方那么好混么？你看看赵无常，还不到三十哩，好象哪个坟里爬出来似的。我听说，有人给他五十块，他就跟了去了。我看见他那个鸦片鬼的模样，心里就发寒。你说老古董，也不好伺候呢！我跟老周也有一年多了。今晚他那些话，很好听么？就算我不好，在外面野，他来找我，讲几句好话，我也会跟他回去了的，到底他对我还不算坏哪！你听见了？他骂小爷是卖货哩！笑话，他又不是百万富翁，那两个臭钱，就想买小爷了？” 小玉猛捶了床一下，却又落寞地叹道： “不是自己的亲骨肉，到底是差些的。连林祥那样体贴的人，还不能自己做主呢！” “算了，玉仔，”我拍了一拍小玉的肩膀安慰他道，“反正你是个考古专家，不怕找不到真古董。” “也难呀，”小玉笑叹道，“看走眼也是常有的。” “睡觉吧，玉仔，天都快亮了。”我转过身去。 “阿青，”小玉突然好象记起了什么似的，一骨碌翻身起来，推我道，“你喜不喜欢吃猪耳朵？” “猪耳朵？”我笑了起来，“我喜饮吃卤的。” “明天我带你去吃卤猪耳朵。我阿母今天下午托人带信给丽月姐，要我明天回三重去吃中元拜拜。她那个山东佬到高雄送货去了。” “万岁！”我叫道，“好久没吃拜拜了。明天我要狠狠灌他几盅老酒。” “这次小爷回去，吃他娘一对大猪耳！”