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With Xiao Fang's call to the door, there was no movement in the door, but there was a door open next to it, and a girl with messy hair like a chicken coop stuck out her head to take a look, and with a "bang", she closed the door again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Xiao Fang, there won't be no one in this house, right?"

Stomping his feet outside, Zhuang Rui asked Xiao Fang, this place is full of evil deeds, Zhuang Rui stood in front of this door, and could feel that there seemed to be several pairs of eyes staring at the two of them in the houses next to him.

"It's impossible, he still has a medicine jar at home, and he's been at home all year round. ”

Xiao Fang is very familiar with this family, and knows that they are old residents who have lived here for decades, and their children have no ability, otherwise they would have moved out long ago.

"Old Tang, Old Master Tang, are you there?" Xiao Fang knocked on the door again as he spoke.

"Oh, Laile, I've kept you two waiting......"

As he spoke, the cheesy door painted with red paint was pulled open from the inside, but Zhuang Rui and the others still didn't see the situation in the house, because a thick cotton curtain blocked their eyes.

It's cold in the north, and there is usually a thick cloth curtain inside the door of the house, but this curtain of the old Tang family looks like it was made of a quilt, and it is a little greasy on it, exuding a bad smell.

The person who opened the door was polite, stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain, Zhuang Rui and Xiao Fang walked into the house with a short head, and looked around to understand why the house was so dark.

It turned out that there was a thick curtain hanging on the window, and the faint light came from the curtain to the house, and the light bulb in the room was still the kind of cable, a long rope, from the wall at the door, to the head of the bed, which was convenient, people did not need to get out of bed, and they could reach it as soon as they reached it.

In the middle of the hall, there was a stove, and the chimney on it came out of the window, and there was a kettle on top of the stove, which was not a waste at all, but the room was so tightly covered that it was really not cold, but the smell was a little unpleasant.

"Two, please sit down, please sit down, you ruined girl, go and lie down inside. ”

The old Tang master hurriedly gave Zhuang Rui and Xiao Fang a seat, and then reached out and pulled the light away, the difference between turning on the light and not turning it on is not very big, because the small bulb that emits a yellow glow does not play much role at all.

After turning on the light, Zhuang Rui found that there was still a person lying on the bed in the main hall, and after being shouted by Lao Tang, he lifted the quilt and went to the back room.

"Ahem, ahem......"

As soon as the quilt was lifted, a strange smell suddenly filled the entire room, Zhuang Rui couldn't help it, coughed a few times, stood up and walked to the door, lifted the curtain, and took a deep breath, which calmed down the sour breath in his stomach that he almost wanted to vomit.

The smell was not only the smell of stinky feet in the bed, but also the smell of musty Chinese medicine and decay, mixed together, not to mention Zhuang Rui, that Xiao Fang also had a red face, and followed him to the door.

Although Zhuang Rui has said that his family background is average since he was a child, it is not good, but Ouyang Wan especially loves cleanliness, not to say that the home is spotless, at least it is cleaned every day, and in winter, every three or five days when the weather is good, he will take out the quilt to dry, where has he smelled this smell similar to the fermentation of stinky tofu.

"Ahem, I said Xiaofang, this ...... Let's come back another day......"

Zhuang Rui really didn't want to go into that house again, he was not a delicate person, when he was working in Zhonghai alone, he also lived in a rental house, but the smell was really terrible, it was worth the gas bomb in Little Japan back then.

"Brother Zhuang, let's take a look when you come, his ancestors seem to be full of people, maybe there are some good things left. ”

Although Xiao Fang can't bear the smell in the house, this is his job, Zhuang Rui doesn't buy anything, and his trip is in vain.

"Master Tang, please put up this window, the smell in the house is too strong, I can't stand it. Xiao Fang turned back to the room and shouted.

"Hey, okay, let's get through, you two should come in and sit......"

Master Tang seemed to be a little unhappy in his words, and he didn't know how long his room had not been ventilated, but he put the window up and opened the door again, and the room was bright.

Zhuang Rui was still a little afraid of the smell, so he took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it and handed it to Xiao Fang and Master Tang.

"Oh, it's China, what do you think of your cigarette, it's not from the red belt Huabiao?"

Master Tang took the cigarette and glanced at it, put it on his nose and sniffed it vigorously, not in his mouth, but on his ear, and the posture was to be savored.

"I don't know why someone else gave it like this......"

Zhuang Rui smiled, Ouyang Lei brought this cigarette to him, and moved a box of dozens of cigarettes, saying that he wanted to keep it and smoke it slowly, and then asked him to ask for it, although this cigarette is not as famous as the giant panda, but it is also supplied by the army, and it is not at the level of a general, so it cannot be seen at all.

After tilting his head to the fire lit by Xiao Fang, he took a hard sip, Zhuang Rui felt that the smell in the room was a little lighter, walked back to the house and sat down, and said: "Your house is to breathe frequently, otherwise it will not be good for the body." ”

"Hey, it's all this age, one day at a time, it doesn't matter if you're in good health......" Master Tang sighed and sat down cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

After opening the doors and windows, the room was much brighter, Zhuang Rui carefully observed this Master Tang, he should be sixty-five or sixteen years old, not very tall, a little fat, the hair on his head has almost fallen out, a bare brain is shining brightly, and you can see the flesh folds on the back of his neck when he looks back.

Looking at this face, if you change your clothes again, you should have some boss's style, not like a person who lives in this place, but this Master Tang smiled, revealing a simple appearance, it is estimated that this is also the reason why Xiao Fang called him "Mao Erye" behind his back.

"I think that my ancestors back then, that was the hero of Nurhachi from the dragon to my grandfather's generation, and there was a big courtyard with two gardens at home, but after liberation, it was all handed over to the public, and the government gave this small courtyard, and then several families lived in, and they couldn't get rid of it......"

Master Tang didn't seem to have anyone to talk to him usually, after Zhuang Rui and Xiao Fang sat down, he chattered to himself, and took off the cigarette that was caught in his ear, and took a puff of carbon from the stove with fire tongs.

Listening to Master Tang's words, his family was a big family in the early years, according to him, his grandfather's identity is similar to Bai Laoqi in the mansion, relying on the ancestors' Meng Yin and his own efforts, creating a large family property, before Master Tang's liberation, it was all served by the old mother, when he was seven or eight years old, he would not wear clothes by himself.

When his grandfather didn't die, he smoked big cigarette bubbles all day long, and then said to him, your kid has a good life, and you don't do anything for the rest of your life, and the family property I left you alone can make you live comfortably for a few lifetimes.

This old Tang Lao Tzu is not a good bird, he is swaying back and forth in the Eight Hutongs and the opera garden all day long, although Lao Tang is still Xiao Tang, and the Eight Hutongs can't go, but the theater can go, according to Lao Tang, Mei Lanfang, Shang Xiaoyun, Cheng Yanqiu, Xun Huisheng Several famous actors' plays, he has gone to the scene, and he was once stuffed with golden beans by his father and thrown them on the stage.

It's just that in the year of the liberation of Peking at that time, the old man in the family died, and the father, who only knew how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, was afraid of being dictatorated, so he sold all the companies and some houses and replaced them with gold and hid them at home, and at the time of the census, even the ancestor's surname was changed, which gave him the name of the current old Tang.

But it should come, always can't hide, to that red and dedicated era, the old Tang family's old bottom was revealed, the criticism and parade are all on the stall, his only eat, drink, prostitution, gambling and hollowed out of the body of the old man is simply, his eyes closed and saw that the old Tang grandfather went, leaving the old Tang but suffered, the gold in the family was taken away, not to mention, he still had a small fight in three days, a big fight in five days, and the loss would be young and in good health, otherwise he would not have known to lie in that lonely grave.

Later, after the end of the decade, the policy was implemented and the small courtyard house was given to Lao Tang, of course, the gold or something was gone, but there were still some dilapidated furniture in bottles and cans, but there were still a lot of old Tang left, all of which were left by the ancestors, and Lao Tang was not willing to sell, so he kept it until now.

But soon this place will be demolished, and the compensation for the demolition is not enough for Lao Tang to buy another house, so he wants to sell the ancestors' belongings, according to Lao Tang's words, the ancestors are not willing to watch their children and grandchildren sleep on the street underground, right?

As he spoke, the old Tang wiped his tears, and he didn't know that he had found an erhu from the mes, and sang to himself: "One day away from home and one day deep, like a lonely goose staying in the cold forest, the second digger leads the way forward......"

This is actually Cheng Yanqiu's "Yutang Spring", the words are round, not to say, the tone is deep and tortuous, demure and dignified, the singing voice is quite a bit of Master Cheng's style, Erhu La's is even more skilled, he can't play so skillfully without more than ten years of kung fu, Zhuang Rui is stupid next to him, what are you doing today?

"Hey, hey, I said Master Tang, okay, let's stop talking about these things today, I've heard this almost three times. Zhuang Rui listened to this Peking Opera was still a little fresh, but Xiao Fang was impatient and interrupted the erhu sound.