Eight

I slept until ten o'clock in the morning and woke up, and the sun was shining golden all over the room. Lao Wen came in to give me face water and make tea, and Sister-in-law Zhou brought me breakfast. At lunchtime, Mr. and Mrs. Yao accompanied me to eat in the lower flower hall.

"It's this time, it's polite. In the future, we will let you eat here alone, and we will leave you alone," said Yao with a smile.

"Good, good, I'm used to it," I replied satisfied.

"But Mr. Li, what do you want, please just call the people below to get it for you, and you're welcome," said Mrs. Yao, who was wearing a light green cheongsam with a short white coat over it. When she heard me tell my friend about how I didn't sleep well last night, she said, "No wonder, it's too open." I forgot to call Lao Wen yesterday to move a screen, there is a screen to separate, it is better. ”

Soon after the dishes, chopsticks, cups and plates on the dining table were removed, the screen was moved in. A screen of black lacquer shelves and purple silk hearts separated my bedroom from the rest of the flower hall.

The three of us were still chatting in this "dormitory" for a while. The couple sat on two sofas. Old Yao smoked a cigarette, opened his mouth from time to time, and spit out smoke rings with a leisurely appearance, and Mrs. Yao sat upright, drinking tea slowly with a teacup in her hand, as if thinking about something. But I sat on the wicker chair in front of the window with my legs crossed. We were talking about all the things in the provincial towns, and I often asked them questions and asked them to answer.

Later, Mrs. Yao whispered a few words to her husband, and her husband threw a cigarette butt and stood up, walked a few steps into the room, and said to me, "Neither of us is at home this afternoon, and her mother" (he turned around and looked at his wife) "asked us to play, and also accompanied her to the old man's house." Are you happy to listen to Peking Opera? I can go with you, but there's nothing good going on here. ”

"You know I never watch old plays," I replied.

His wife also stood up. He went on to say, "I think you may have changed now, and a lot of people are getting older, and they're slowly getting better. ”

"But there are people who get older and more stubborn," I replied with a smile.

The friend laughed, and so did his wife. "He's talking about himself, and he's always thinking he's very round," she said. ”

"Don't talk about me, you're not the same. For example, if you don't like to listen to Peking Opera, as soon as your mother says to listen to the opera, you will accompany her. I've never heard you say 'no'. You are happy to watch foreign movies, and if no one goes with you, you don't go to see them. So people who don't know still think you're a movie fan! The friend joked with his wife, who did not answer him, but only smiled and deliberately looked out the window, but her lightly powdered face was already flushed. She then withdrew her eyes to look at her husband, her lips moving, as if begging him not to speak. But his mouth is opened, and it is difficult to close it until he finishes his words. He also said: "Lao Li is not an outsider, it doesn't matter if he hears it, he won't write you in a novel." (Her face flushes, and she quickly pretends to look at something, and turns around.) "Actually, he's still a comrade of yours! He also likes to watch foreign movies, and if there are good movies in the future, please ask him to accompany you to watch them. Also, Lao Li, when you feel bored here, if you are happy to read the thread-bound books, there are a lot of them in my study, and I can give you the key. "I know you won't look at those antiques." My wife has a lot of novels, both old and new. The Commercial Press's "Saying Series", she has a complete set. This is certainly not the kind you write about. But it's always a novel. I've also read a few books, and although they are translated into Chinese, they are also very expressive! New vernacular novels are also available here. ”

The lady seemed afraid that he would say anything more, and the flush on her face had dissipated, and she fell down to him and urged, "As soon as you start, you can't finish talking." You should also let Mr. Li rest for a while. I'm going to go in and clean up ......" still had a smile on her face, still her smile that was brighter than the sun.

"Okay, I won't talk about it. Look at your anxious look! The friend smiled triumphantly at his wife. We've had enough trouble with Lao Li today. Let's go. Let him write his essay quietly. ”

I smiled at them couple. I stood up and sent them out, and now I am the master of this half of the flower hall. I stood in front of the stone railing under the window and looked at their backs. They talked intimately, walked along the stone railing to the upper flower hall, and went inside.