Erquan Yingyue (short story) Zhang Baotong

Because of Ah Bing's stubbornness and stubbornness, he offended many tea house owners and rich people, so no one asked him to play anymore. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info No one invited him, and he had no source of livelihood. So, he had no choice but to return to the Lei Zun Palace, where his father was originally located, to take shelter temporarily. Wang Daochang used to be his father's apprentice, and when he saw that Ah Bing was poor and helpless, he made room for him to live in in the temple.

Lei Zun Hall is a Taoist place, the temple is old, few people come, so, it is rare to get help and funding from outsiders, and the source of life in the temple mainly depends on the few acres of paddy fields next to the temple. So, life in the temple was hard and poor. But life in the temple is also quiet and rarely noisy. After finishing work and eating, you can sit under the big tree in front of the temple and play the piano and play music.

However, one day in the late autumn and early winter of this year, Ah Ping suddenly suffered from an eye disease. His eyes were red and swollen, and he couldn't stop crying. Because there was no money in the temple, the eye disease was never treated. Later, the redness and swelling subsided, but it left the sequelae of myopia, photophobia and tears, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will get sick when you catch a cold or are overworked. As soon as I got sick, my eyes were so uncomfortable that I couldn't open them, and I went to several hospitals but couldn't be cured.

Originally, there were only two people in the Lei Zun Palace, Wang Daochang and A Bing. Wang Dao is old and weak, and he can't do too much heavy work, but now, Ah Bing is sick again, and sometimes he can't even open his eyes when it's serious, so in this way, the work in the field has been affected. There is no one to do the work in the field, the harvest is not good, and in the next year, life is gone. Unable to do so, they had to make a living by selling the temple's belongings.

However, such days do not last long. The treasures in the temple were quickly sold out, and the king saw that there was no way to make a living, so he left and went to other temples to find a way to live. Ah Bing couldn't stay in the temple anymore, so he picked up the erhu, pipa and flute and walked out of the door, and began his career as a performer in the streets and alleys.

Ah Ping returned to Qingning Street. Qingning Street is still the same, but Ah Ping is not as good as it used to be. Although it has only been three and a half years since he left Qingning Street, he is already full of wind and frost, old age and decrepitness, messy hair, sloppy beard, especially his eye disease is often sick, and it is getting worse and worse, sometimes it is serious, his eyes can only squint, it is difficult to open. Dressed in a dirty and wide gown, he sat in the open space at the corner of the street, repeatedly playing the song of "The Ancient Road of the Sunset" with his erhu. When some idle people heard his tune, they went up to him, and when they heard it, they threw a penny into his felt hat when they were happy. Hearing the sound of someone throwing money, he bowed down gratefully, said a word of thanks, and then continued to pull the erhu.

On this day, he had just sat at the corner of the street for a short time when someone came over and wanted to drive him away because he was disturbing him playing the violin. He couldn't get up and leave. At this time, the spiked Yang Laoqi happened to come from the other side of the street, and when he saw someone picking up Ah Bing, he hurried over, patted Ah Bing's shoulder, and said, "Ah Bing, it's really you." As soon as Ah Bing saw that it was Yang Laoqi, he said, "I went to your street to look for you just now, and when I saw that you were not there, I said that you had moved out." Mr. Yang said, "I don't have nails now, and I opened a small shop at the entrance of West Street." As soon as I had eaten some food, I came out of the restaurant and heard someone playing the harp. I felt that the sound of the piano was very familiar, as if you played it. So, just come and have a look. I didn't think it was really you. Then, he looked at Ah Bing, frowned and said, "Ah Bing, what's wrong with you?" Mixed up like this? ”

Ah Bing told Yang Laoqi about his illness and leaving the Lei Zun Palace. Yang Laoqi knew that Ah Bing hadn't eaten yet, so he pulled Ah Bing to the restaurant to eat. Then, let Ah Bing sit in front of his shop and play the piano and perform. But Mr. Yang's shop is very small and remote, and the people around him are all poor. Although the poor also like to listen to music, they have no money in their hands. Therefore, Ah Bing can't always stay here and wait for the rabbit. And most of the time, he sat on the side of the dock on the streets of the town. There are many people here, and there are many rich people, and it is impossible to say that any one who is happy will throw a few silver coins or copper plates into his hat, so that he can eat and live for a few days.

During the day, I went out to play and perform, and the days were full and busy, but when I returned to the house at night and slept in bed, the past would be unbearable to look back on. Listen to Yang Laoqi said that there are people in the town who live in the Wu family, saying that Ah Hong fell into the rich nest, and was pampered and loved by the lord all day long, his face was white, and the people were gorgeous. Therefore, he wondered if Ah Hong would be disgusted with poverty and love for happiness and happiness. But he felt that Ah Hong was not that kind of person at all, she must have been watched and protected, and she did not have the freedom to come and go at will.

This reminded him of the day before the Qingming Festival, when they went to Xiaoling Mountain together to ask for a spirit and make a wish. He felt that Ah Hong was not the kind of person who was greedy for wealth and forgetfulness at all. She must have been locked in a deep house compound, or taken to a foreign land, watched and protected, and her mobility was involuntarily. He could imagine that the days of being confined were actually pitiful and pathetic, but he didn't know where she was, and there was no way to save her.

(Please pay attention to Zhang Baotong's signed work "Poetic Emotions" documentary, short prose, life essays and short stories, and is uploading "Creating a Charming Aura to Attract Men (Part I)"