Bu Shouru didn't believe that his father's world would collapse in just a dozen days.

Looking at the endless bleak scenery from the west wharf of the river bank to the Daguan Road, Bu Shouru's heart was like stopping the water, and he was unmoved. The sorrow was pale, and a heavy snow covered the stone city, and also obscured all traces left by the fight. The sky was gray, like a frozen fog, which made people melancholy.

Bu Shouru sat on the small sedan chair, and with the rhythmic "squeak" of the sedan car, he walked forward with a blank squeak, leaving his father's world behind him little by little......

It was almost dusk, and the surroundings were quiet, with little hustle and bustle of pedestrians in the sedan chair, and no noise of the horn, only the trembling sound of the lonely sedan chair under him, and the wheezing sound of the sedan chair man Ba Qingda and Qiu Sanye, and then the clatter of the soap boots under their feet on the snow.

The weather was very cold, Ba Qingda and Qiu Sanye cleared their noses, the braids on the back of their heads were icy, and they both held their hands when carrying the sedan chair. Bu Shouru didn't feel the cold, wearing a thin green satin jacket and a scarlet cloak, sitting on the sedan chair in an extremely solemn manner, his face as pale as snow.

The landscape has changed dramatically, and my father's world has been overturned.

The 36 sedan numbers in the city have all been seized without exception.

Seals with the seal of the government are cross-affixed to the door panels that are tightly or not, which makes people palpitate.

The eye-catching banners were all gone, and I don't know if they were taken away by the steward in the sedan car when they fled, or they were plundered by the people of the government. A few banners fell on the narrow street for some reason, and were stepped into the snow by the footsteps of pedestrians, freezing so hard that they couldn't tear them off......

Bu Shouru didn't want to believe all this.

She clearly remembered that her father's sedan chair was a scene in the city not long ago.

At that time, from the west wharf of Jiang'an to Daguan Road, the streets of half of the city were my father's territory.

My father often wore a black silk gown, put a big black and shiny braid on the top of his head, and sat on the Duxiangting teahouse next to the Daguan Road in the city, holding a shiny purple clay pot in his hand, looking westward, and silently playing with his success in his heart.

At that time, her father was arrogant, and almost never had to look at her directly, she was not a boy, and she could not inherit the world that her father had painstakingly created. In her father's eyes, she is a money-loser who will marry out sooner or later, and her father never wants to lose money, he just needs to make money, make more money, put more sedan chairs, and set up more sedan numbers, so as to achieve round after round of crazy expansion.

In Bu Shouru's memory, her father has never had a kind face, and all her laughter from childhood to the present day has come from Ba Qingda, and her brother Ba has not come from her father at all. Her father never even hugged her, never kissed her. Even in the first days of her coming to the city after her mother's death, her father did not kiss her.

It was Brother Ba who kissed her and hugged her, and she grew up in Brother Ba's arms and shoulders.

For a while, her father even forgot about her completely, leaving her to fend for herself in the sedan chair.

The father staked all his life on the sedan chair, and this originally penniless hillbilly never imagined that he would lose, and so badly......

The lonely sedan chair slowly traveled along the Daguan Road, and Bu Shouru, who was floating in mid-air, almost numbly inspected all the failures of his hillbilly father, and his heart was strangely empty.

Is there father-daughter affection in this vacancy? How much father-daughter affection is there? Until Bu Shouru became Aunt Bu from Miss Bu to Aunt Bu, it was still unclear.

You can also see many smashed sedan chairs along the way.

All kinds of broken sedan chairs fell crookedly in the snow on the side of the road, like piles of discarded objects, all without the appearance of sedan chairs.

The worst is the Duxiang number next to the Duxiang Pavilion teahouse, dozens of sedan chairs, poor sedan chairs were burned by a fire, burned incompletely, many sedan chair frames are still standing, even the heavy snow has not been able to cover the dazzling scorched black. Half of the face of the sedan car was burned away, and the two doors that were no longer doors were also affixed with the seal of the government, and next to the seal there was a notice of the government arresting the revolutionary party.

Duxiang is where my father started.

On a snowy night eighteen years ago, her father left her newborn and her sick mother, and broke into the city with two frozen nest heads, and carried a sedan chair in the Duxiang.

At that time, the Duxiang number belonged to Ma Erye, and his father carried the sedan chair for Ma Erye for nothing, and he only rewarded him with no wages. Three years later, Ma Erye and the white boss of the Sixi sedan chair line fought together, and the white boss asked his father to go to his sedan chair shop to do the red affairs team, and the father found Ma Erye and started the first showdown: or leave Ma Erye from now on and go to the white boss's sedan chair line to be the team leader; Or Ma Erye rewarded five small sedan chairs, so that he could work for Ma Erye while operating his own sedan number under Ma Erye's signboard.

Ma Erye's opponent at that time was Boss Bai, and he was bent on bringing down the Sixi sedan chair, but he never thought that his father would become his confidant in the future, so he agreed immediately.

So, for the five-ride sedan chair, my father fought hard for Ma Erye, and was stabbed in the face by the white boss, and one left eye was also blinded.

In this way, my father had a five-ride sedan chair that he used to make a fortune, and later owned 36 sedan numbers and territories in the western half of the city......

Bu Shouru first knew his father and his father's world, and it was also in the Duxiang.

When she was eight years old, her mother died, and she was surrounded by a group of adults who kowtowed to her mother's grave. A small sedan chair with a floral skirt from the city floated in to take her into the city.

The sedan chair was carried by Brother Ba and Qiu Sanye.

Brother Ba was only fifteen at the time, as slender as bean sprouts, and he always looked at her and smiled.

Qiu Sanye was not a master at that time, and everyone called him Qiu San.

Brother Ba and Qiu San helped her onto the sedan chair, carried her for eighty miles, and entered the city to the gate of the Duxiang.

Wearing a blue cloth and red-edged uniform, her father stood at the door of the sedan chair, staring at her with a single eye that was not blind, and after looking at her for a long time, he said, "I am your father, call father." ”

She was a little scared, and shouted timidly to her father, and her cat-like thin body hid in her brother's arms. The father snorted, stuffed her with a corn tortilla, and carried the sedan chair to the errand,—— as if he was moving for a large householder, and went to many sedan chairs.

She remembered that it was an autumn evening, and the wind in the doorway was so strong that the wind lifted her father's coat high, and she saw his father's hunched back. The father's back was reflected in the blue trumpet coat, which was also blue, shining with an eerie sweat light......

It's all gone.

After many years of good times, my father returned to the same place.

This hillbilly started from the hands of Ma Erye and was planted in the hands of Ma Erye.

Bu Shouru figured that Ma Erye was afraid that it was to vent his hatred, and even more so to destroy his father's ambition to make a comeback, so he picked his father's hamstring and set fire to Duxiang. Maybe from the day he gave the five-ride sedan chair to his father, Ma Erye lit this fire in his heart.

Inevitably infected with a trace of sadness, Bu Shouru paused and let the sedan chair stop in front of the door of the Duxiang.

After getting off the sedan chair, Bu Shouru moved a few steps lightly and walked to the door of the sedan number with a seal and looked stunned.

Duxiang lives in the downtown area, the door face is not small, there is a yard built of bluestone, and there are always fifty or sixty sedan chairs, which is considered large.

Because of the excitement, Bu Shouru liked to play here the most when he was a child, and he also practiced here with a dead Mr. Wang for a few days.

Mr. Wang is very kind, Bu Shouru is never afraid of him, once Mr. Wang fell asleep, Bu Shouru also burned Mr. Wang's yellow beard with a foreign fire. Mr. Wang's yellow beard was on fire, squeaking and scorching.

Looking into the car door, Bu Shouru seemed to smell the scorching smell he had made many years ago.

Qiu Sanye said: "Miss Bu, what else do you see, this is how it is in this life, even if it is prosperous, your father has no loss......

Ba Qingda also snorted and said, "Yes, sister!" Dad is not a loss! ”

Bu Shouru was silent, and her eyes swept over the ruined wall to the messy sedan number, looking for everything she knew well......

Qiu Sanye said again: "Don't think too much, think too much and feel bitter in your heart......"

Bu Shouru collected his thoughts at this time, and said lightly: "What's the bitterness? I am not bitter in my heart. Whether my father loses or not is his business, I don't care. I just thought, why is Daddy going to lose? Someone like him...... For the sake of the sedan chair, people who don't even want their daughters, how can they lose? ”

Qiu Sanye and Ba Qingda did not answer.

Bu Shouru turned around, sighed, squeezed the hand of the silk handkerchief and waved it to the Duxiangting teahouse and said, "Let's go, go to the teahouse and sit down, and call a few cages of dog meat buns to eat, I'm hungry." ”

Qiu Sanye said: "Miss Bu, it's still ...... Let's go back, the revolutionary party is making trouble for a while, the ground is not quiet, besides, it's not early, your father is lying in bed again, let's ...... We'll have to go back and take care of it. ”

Bu Shouru shook his head: "What should you take care of?" He's finished, why can't he stand up anymore! You've got to forget about him......"

The idiot was stunned for a moment, his mouth pursed, and he said lightly: "It's better to let him be alone and quiet." ”

Qiu Sanye was silent, silently and Ba Qingda lifted the empty sedan chair, and followed Bu Shouru to the Duxiangting Teahouse.

The old shopkeeper of the teahouse is familiar with each other, and half a month ago, Bu Shouru's father, Uncle Bu, was still in this teahouse.

The old shopkeeper didn't neglect Bu Shouru because of Uncle Bu's back today.

As soon as Bu Shouru, Ba Qingda, and Qiu Sanye sat down, the old shopkeeper personally came over with a copper-spouted teapot, and as soon as he came over, he asked, "Miss Bu, how is Uncle Bu?" ”

Bu Shouru nodded: "It's okay, it's hard for you to think about it all the time." ”

The old shopkeeper said: "Give Uncle Bu a message, let him want to open a little, and recuperate, just ...... Even if you have a broken leg and can't handle the sedan chair, there are other things to do. ”

Bu Shouru coped: "That's. ”

The old shopkeeper asked again: "What is Miss Bu's point today?" ”

"Buns."

"Or the dog meat buns of the old Liu family?"

Bu Shouru said "um".

The old shopkeeper went.

The teahouse was empty, and there was not a single guest except the three of them.

On this cold day, no one went to this deserted place to soak in time.

Bu Shouru guarded a pot of charcoal fire, sat at the table where his father usually sits, first looked at the rising mist on the teacup, and then looked at Ba Qingda's bright forehead and face through the mist, and saw Ba Qingda's head drooping straight down to the table.

Looking at Ba Qingda, Bu Shouru remembered the past.

It's good in the past, she didn't have a father, but she had a little daddy-like brother.

Brother Ba was embarrassed, carried her from the countryside eighty miles away into the city, and when she was a child, he always rode her as a horse and took her around. She got acquainted with this stone city in a small sedan chair and a sedan chair, on the shoulders of Brother Ba.

In the past, Brother Ba used his increasingly strong shoulders to carry her naughty girlhood, and now he is facing an irreparable fiasco with her.

Brother Ba obviously didn't know what this fiasco meant to her and him, and if he knew, he was afraid that Brother Ba would never sit at this tea table so calmly again.

There is also Qiu Sanye.

Qiu Sanye is no longer the sturdy Qiu San who picked her up in the countryside many years ago, with the prosperity of his father's sedan industry, Qiu San became the master. Qiu San, who was called the master, gradually lost his robustness, his shiny tendons and flesh collapsed, his back was hunched, and he looked old in the past two years.

Sighing lightly, Bu Shouru said, "You guys...... You shouldn't have brought me from the countryside in the first place! ”

Ba Qingda asked, "What do you mean by this?" Why? ”

Bu Shouru's lips moved, wanting to speak, but finally didn't say it.

Ba Qingda thought that Bu Shouru was still thinking about her father, so he said: "Sister, you relax, Uncle Bu is your father, and he is also my father, no matter what happens in the future, I will give him a pension and send him to the end." ”

Bu Shouru smiled bitterly: "You, where are you going?" I don't have to worry about him! ”

Ba Qingda was stunned and muttered: "I really don't know what you think." ”

Bu Shouru stopped making a sound, stood up silently, held the teacup in his hand, walked to the window, and stared at the hazy scenery outside the window.

Duxiangting teahouse lives in the middle of the stone city, is built next to a stone slope, up and down three floors, looks quite tall, standing on the top floor of the teahouse, most of the city can be seen clearly.

Bu Shouru stood in the teahouse every day to look at the scenery, and what he remembered most clearly was the granite paved street. The streets are criss-crossed, undulating and undulating, cutting the city into many pieces.

She loves granite street as much as her father.

She likes it because of the experience of the countryside in her childhood: the yellow mud road in the countryside gets her feet on rainy days, but the granite road does not touch her feet; My father likes it, but it is for his sedan industry.

Her father once pointed to the potholed granite road under his feet and said to her: "Nier, this is Daddy's crop field, as long as the granite road in this city is in one day, Daddy's palanquin can go for one day, and Daddy will not be worried about prosperity!" ”

Daddy's field was now out of sight, and the snow had covered it.

What can be seen is the outline of the street and alley shrouded in the miserable white, and the sliced houses and cooking smoke. The smoke was pale blue, like a sigh of spitting into the air.

After staring at it for a long time, Bu Shouru turned around and asked Qiu Sanye: "From here, it's my father's territory?" ”

Qiu Sanye nodded: "It's all, demarcate with Daguan Dao." ”

Bu Shouru said to himself: "The territory is not small. ”

Qiu Sanye said: "It was your father who worked hard to take it, and it took eighteen years before and after......"

Bu Shouru responded: "I know." ”

Pointing to the street outside the window, he asked again: "Are Guanqian Street and the Zhuangyuan Hutong in the north my father's territory?" ”

Qiu Sanye said: "No. If it weren't for the fight for these two territories, Uncle Bu would not have fallen so badly. When I first set up a sedan car on Guanqian Street, I persuaded your father to think twice, but you know your father's temperament, and you don't listen to people's advice......"

Bu Shouru snorted: "I said, don't mention my father again, he's finished!" ”

Third Master Qiu said timidly: "Miss Bu, too...... It's not good to say that, Uncle Bu doesn't ...... It won't end there, he has a high heart, and he will get up. Yesterday, he asked someone to find Ma Wuye, and wanted to ask Ma Wuye to come forward and make peace with Ma Erye......"

Bu Shouru's eyes welled up with tears: "Don't say it!" I know! ”

"You...... You know that too? ”

Third Master Qiu was a little surprised.

The old shopkeeper sent the dog meat buns, which were hot, but Bu Shouru didn't want to eat them, so he asked Ba Qingda to carry the buns, and immediately went home.

Ba Qingda and Qiu Sanye both felt strange, and they didn't dare to ask, so they had to quietly follow Bu Shouru downstairs.

On the way home, Bu Shouru sat on the sedan chair and cried silently......