Erquan Yingyue (short story) Zhang Baotong

Nostalgia and longing for Ah Hong have almost become a way of distraction for him at night and in his leisure time, and a kind of spiritual comfort for his suffering. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When he was depressed and lonely, he came to the long night, sat by the river, looked at the bright moon that was gradually moving away, and kept pouring out the boundless melancholy and sorrow in his heart with erhu.

Although he was in love with Ah Hong, he really let him meet Ah Hong, and he didn't know if he really had such courage, because he was no longer the Ah Bing he used to be. The wind, frost, rain and snow in the past few years have made him suffer from the premature aging of the cangsang, and he has completely turned into a look called Huazi, especially the terrible eye disease has been ruthlessly destroying him, making him in a semi-blind state. He really couldn't imagine how Ah Hong would feel and what kind of expression he would have if he saw him.

He missed Ah Hong day and night, but he was afraid to see Ah Hong, so he never went to Wujia Village again. Moreover, he also knew that he wouldn't see Ah Hong when he went there. Because he always misses Ah Hong, the life scene when they were together in the past has become the best memory in his mind. That afternoon, when he came back from the canal wharf to perform his arts, he couldn't help but stop in front of the small attic on Qingning Street. Everything in front of this door is still the same as in the past, and when people look at it, they feel like they are in the past.

At that moment, the door opened. However, the person who came out was not Ah Hong, who was dressed in red and had a smiling face, but an old woman who was over half a hundred years old and well-dressed. The old woman came out of the house, and when she saw Ah Bing standing in front of the door in a daze, she looked at Ah Bing with suspicion and asked him who he was looking for. He hurriedly shook his head and said that he would not look for anyone. So saying, he walked out into the street.

I walked through the street, crossed the small bridge, and came to Cuihua's house. When Cuihua saw Ah Bing's appearance, she said in surprise, "Ah Bing, why are you like a flower child?" Ah Bing sighed sadly and said, "It's harmful to the eyes, it can't be cured, there is no way." Then, I asked Cuihua's sister-in-law about Ah Hong. Cuihua's sister-in-law said to Ah Bing, "Ah Hong came back once during the Chinese New Year last year, asked you how you were doing, and said that she was sorry for you and asked you not to hate her." ”

Ah Bing was silent for a long time, and then asked Uncle if he no longer lived here. Cuihua's sister-in-law said that since marrying Ah Hong to the Wu family, Ah Hong's father has lived in Taohong Courtyard almost all day long and rarely returned home. The money in his hand was quickly spent, and he borrowed a lot of money from others, but he couldn't pay it back, so he mortgaged the house to others. I heard that people are now suffering from tuberculosis, living in an abandoned broken boat by the river, coughing and vomiting blood all day long, no one cares about it, no one asks, and I heard that there will not be more days to live. As he spoke, he sighed and said, "It's all retribution." ”

After Ah Bing left Cuihua's sister-in-law's house, he walked towards the pier. Standing on the top of the pier and looking at the river, I saw several broken boats parked on the riverside beach far from the pier. The boats were so dilapidated that they could no longer walk in the river, so they had long been abandoned by their owners, and were only used as shelters for those who came from other places to beg for food. Ah Ping walked up to a broken boat and saw a child with unkempt hair and a black face playing in the sand on the beach, so he asked the child if he knew that there was an old man living here. The boy immediately pointed to the most dilapidated boat and asked him if he was the one who owed a lot of debts.

Entering the boat, there was a half-tattered mat in the leaky cabin, and a skinny, bony little old man was half-dead inside, beside which was a canned food box and a dirty magnetic bowl picked up from the garbage heap. There was some water in the canning box, and in that magnetic bowl was a steamed bun with green mold.

He called out to the man, "Uncle." The man moved slightly, and his voice echoed very weakly, "It's Ah Bing, right?" Ah Bing immediately squatted in front of the old man and replied loudly, "I'm Ah Bing." The old man was glad, as if he were about to say something, but before he could speak, he coughed sharply, and, breathlessly, breathlessly.

Ah Bing said to the old man, "Uncle, I'll take you home." The old man coughed violently and said with difficulty, "Where are you going?" Where is there a home? However, Ah Bing still struggled to pick up the old man and walked towards the sunny street. Ah Bing carried the old man to a rented hut, put the old man on his small bed, and then began to light a fire and cook.

After eating, it was dark, and Ah Bing sat in front of the door and pulled up the erhu. The old man listened to the music of the erhu and called Ah Bing to him and said to Ah Bing, "I can't do it, I won't live for a few days, you go and call Ah Hong back, let me see you again." ”

Early the next morning, Ah Bing rushed to Wujia Village by boat. When he came to the door of the Wu family's deep mansion, Ah Bing knocked on the door vigorously. The door opened, and the man who was the housekeeper opened the door, and when he saw that it was Ah Bing, he hurried to him and said, "What, you want to come here to make trouble?" Go away, or I'll let the dog bite you." Ah Bing immediately said in an explanatory and pleading tone, "Ah Hong, her father is dying, and I want Ah Hong to go back and take a look." ”

But the housekeeper said, "The fourth aunt is too not at home," and then pushed Ah Bing to the ground and closed the door. Ah Bing got up from the ground and slammed the door hard while shouting, but there was no reaction from inside. Ah Bing couldn't, so he had to go back.

Back in the hut where he lived, Ah Bing could only tell Uncle Ah Hong that Ah Hong had gone to another place and could not be contacted for a while, so he could not come back. Uncle looked up to the sky and sighed, and said to Ah Bing ashamedly, "I'm so dizzy, I shouldn't marry Ah Hong to the Wu family." Rich people don't look at us poor people at all. However, Ah Bing thought that he had woken up too late. Two days later, in the morning, the old man swallowed his breath. Ah Bing borrowed money to buy a coffin and hired a few people to bury the old man in the cemetery where his father was buried.

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