Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan) - Chapter 110

It is said that there are households in the south of the Forty-Nine City. The man used to install tobacco for the official man. The man in the back of the house twisted his pigtails and didn’t want to smoke any more. The man set up a cigarette stand in the south thirty. At the entrance of Tiao’s alley, others called him Yanzhan Wu.

Wu’s wife was stupid. Once she was guarding the stall for the man, she actually sat on the expensive pork shop. People asked the pork two or two for a few dollars. She said hello what kind of cigarettes.

This joke was spread word of mouth in the neighborhood, half of it was because of the lack of rushing in the days, and generally because of the good looks of Wu’s silly daughter-in-law.

How handsome are you? The illiterate poppies in the market couldn’t describe it, but they always blew several whistles when she passed by.

When I saw her, she was not pretty anymore. She was in her 30s, her hair was a little white, and her sideburns were pinned with black clips. The back of her head was always messy, and she was stuck in her neck unevenly, and said I accidentally burned my hair while cooking, so I simply gave me two scissors.

She likes to wear a light blue cotton-padded jacket, revealing the khaki lining inside. Sometimes even the scarlet sweat towel is half of the outside. When talking to her, her nose will come down, and she lifts the roots of her palms. Rub it twice in the middle of people, and rub it twice on the corner of the clothes.

I don’t know if it’s because of this. The color of her clothes is always darker and lighter, more sloppy than the doll she is holding.

The girl she is holding is only three or four years old. She is not like her silly mother-in-law. She is clever and smart. She has a pair of eye bones and her smile is like a round sugar snowball.

The neighborhood likes it.

I think the master always sees Ah Qing when he sees this child likes it.

A Qing is the silly daughter-in-law of Yan Tan Wu, whose name is Yi Shuiqing. Yi Shuiqing, Qing Shuiyi, I chewed over and over again, and found the name very pleasant.

Master came to see her from time to time, sometimes blindly under the sun, sometimes holding an umbrella in the rainy season, but always at the root of the wall.

Then he handed me the pork in his hand and sent me to it.

Sometimes it is half a roast chicken.

There was only one pot of wine, shaking and shaking in his hand, making many stretches and retracts, and never gave it to me.

I think so too, fools can’t drink alcohol, and they are afraid of being crazy.

Once, the little girl from the Wu family was thrown into a mud ball by a few muddy boys, saying that she had a idiot, and Aqing cried with his arms around her. The master stepped forward, but hesitated to live nearby. It took a long time to move the remaining two or three steps over. She squatted down, covered her skirt in the mud ball, and called her: “A Qing.”

I knew for the first time that Master’s voice can be so gentle, like the wine in her favorite Xishan shop.

A Qing twitched and looked up at her, her nose ran down again.

We are in the business of dumping, and we are least afraid of mess, but I never thought that Master would reach out to stop Ah Qing’s snot-wiping action, and then use his fingers to carefully wipe away the tears and tears on her face.

When I first came to my teacher, Master asked me to step on a stool to cook. I was choked by the smoke to tears. Master just threw a piece of gray cloth to me and said, “Be careful, don’t let it fall into the dish.”

I thought she should be very disgusted with crying.

I have never seen Master cry, nor did A Qing died when he died.

A Qing was taken away by the newly appointed military master when her daughter was five years old. Together with Yan Tan Wu, A Qing said it had something to do with the former upright official. Pork is expensive to stamp a kitchen knife, saying what can be involved, the cigarette stall Wu Da does not know the characters, and in the past it was nothing more than shredded tobacco. What is this called? The new official took office with three fires, and the sparks ignited the smoke booth Wu.

The powerful sparks smashed into the poor’s house and burned down easily.

I don’t know how Ah Qing died. Master and I touched Jin Jin from Hebei and learned the news. Master stood in front of Ah Qing’s house for three days and vomited on the third day. The blood came, but he laughed again and said, “It’s okay to die.”

I was afraid that the master was going crazy. I peeked at her for seven days, but she was as plain as ever, but finally opened the pot of undelivered wine.

After another half a month, the master found out the news from nowhere, saying that the young girl from Aqing’s family had not been taken to the military house, as if she had been entrusted to the third uncle who came and went to relatives, saying that she had returned to Guangdong.

You see, silly Aqing is a mother, and always has some clever instincts.

The master led me out of Sijiucheng, all the way to the south, searching for nothing. When I thought that the girl had no way to survive, I saw her in an old tomb in Jinan.

She is still cute, aura, her eyes are dripping with a bow tie on her head rope.

The master fixedly looked at her, and then asked me for a long time: “Eleventh, is it Ayin?”

This was not the first time I saw Ah Yin, but Ah Yin thought she had seen me for the first time. Later I realized that she was almost sold to the kiln. I’ve been with pork a few times.

Ayin and I are different girls, but they eat and live in the same place. She taught me to pick balsams secretly, dye me red codan, leave me with long hair and put on a braid, begging me to chop wood and collect water for her, and trick me into giving her the scraps of money she saved, saying it was for me Go to town and buy some nice new clothes.

The skirt of the dress was as short as the calf, the cuffs couldn’t cover the wrists, and the shoulder line was tightly shrunk. It was Ah Yin’s favorite pink.

Master always stared at me and Ah Yin, and looked at her with a sip of wine, and then at me with another sip of wine.

When Ah Yin found it conscientiously, on my birthday, she gave me a suet white jade pendant. I put it in my hand and looked up at her again.

She snorted and laughed, saying that she put a hundred hearts on her, not from the ground, but from Hu Yuge, licensed.

I thanked me very much and put it on my body, but I was punished severely by the master because of it.

When I went to the tomb that day, Master saw the jade pendant on my waist and was furious.

I knelt in the yard all night, Ah Yin accompanied me, shivering and stuffing a few buns.

In the early morning of the second day, the master came to see me and saw the pitiful Ah Yin with me. He sighed and said, “Go back to the tomb and make your body cleaner.”

I responded with a “hmm”, and Ayin’s arrogant red head rope appeared in the corner.

The master left in the winter, and the wine entered his lungs and hurt his body. He was already too skinny. Even when he spoke, he fell into a voice like a celebrity, and it was extremely difficult to make a sentence.

She asked me, do you remember A Qing in Sijiucheng? It’s Ah Yin’s mother.

Remember, the silly daughter-in-law of Yan Tan Wu.

Silly? The master smiled, his dry eyes were dull, and said, there is no girl smarter than A Qing.

The master told me a story.

She said that A Qing is her senior sister and the most proud disciple of my master. He divides gold and fixes acupoints, pinches tactics and recites mantras, all of which are unreasonable, but because of his extraordinary posture and picturesque eyebrows, he is amazed. It’s just stunning.

In the trade of fighting and touching the coffin, there are very few girls. Because of the heavy viciousness and the horror of ghosts, there are only two of them in the teacher’s door. She ate and lived with her sisters like Aqing and Ayin. As the name suggests, the Aqing people are as cold as jade, do not love words or laugh, everything is appropriate and comprehensive. It’s just that every time I return from the tomb, I always take a detour to make a pot of wine in the Xishan shop, and secretly hand it to Ayin drink.

A Yin is my master, Zhong Yin.

My master is a gentleman, so it is not very convenient to discipline them. He just accidentally turned to the unspoiled alcohol in the bedding, and then asked Ayin to pick 30 dans of water.

Among the 30 loaders, only 10 loaders are uneven, and a small half of the well water is scattered, and the remaining 20 loaders are neatly arranged. At first glance, the person who carries the water can work hard to settle down, and the posture is as good as green bamboo.

The master naturally saw it, and everyone in the master sect saw it, but no one said anything.

The change is very subtle, and it is more difficult to capture than the expression of the master when he narrated it. At first, it was only A Yin who had a fever for three days, and then she started to talk nonsense. After three or two days, she woke up and sat in front of the mirror in the night, wearing a red hijab, babbling and hoisting her throat.

A Qing panicked and went to invite Master. Master looked at for a long while, then touched A Yin’s artery, which was useless.

I asked Master what this meant.

The master gave a dry laugh and said, “Ghost marriage”.

Later, she realized that when she went down to the tomb a month ago, she touched a few coffins. The tomb was actually a thousand-year-old tomb. The family was buried in one place, and the old lady and a son who died young were confessed in the fire. The old lady looked at my master and wanted to pull her to marry the young master, so she left the jade pendant she wore with her, and got a seal of life and death. Within seven or forty-nine days, she wanted to behave as a ghost and go to the grave. Married.

Dark marriage? I took a look at Master.

The master was silent for a while before he said, naturally it was unsuccessful.

Her elder sister, A Qing, her stunning and brilliant elder sister, drew her own soul and three souls, used her lifelong learning to make a ghost puppet, sent it to the grave, and exchanged the life and death seal of Ayin.

A Qing’s appearance as a human being, exchange A Qing for A Yin, that family is naturally overjoyed.

It was just the technique of puppets, deceived for a while, and it didn’t take long for him to fall into the trap. The old lady was furious and broke A Qing’s three souls, which belong to love, evil, and desire.

And that soul is called Shuangling, the cleverness of the hand.

Master did not tell the rest of the story, but I understand.

Without intelligence, she became a silly woman. Without eros, she doesn’t remember my master.

A Qing had left the teacher’s door the day she pinched the puppet. Others only said that she had provoke the elder and was so frightened that she sighed again and again. It was my master who visited the ancient tomb again many years later and found out the reason.

There was finally something flickering in Master’s eyes, faint and lonely.

I thought, maybe Ah Qing still has some fragmented memories, otherwise why her daughter is called Ah Yin.

Ayin, Ayin. Love is easy, hidden love is difficult, clear water is easy, but heart clear is difficult.

I buried my master at the foot of Jiuru Mountain, and then returned to Sijiucheng with Ah Yin.

In Sijiucheng, I set up a cigarette stand with Ah Yin. Ah Yin installed shredded tobacco very neatly. He often laughed and said that it was not an ancestral craft.

The cigarette stall was at the entrance of the alley in Nansanshitiao, and the pork nearby was stomping a kitchen knife. Someone asked me how much a cigarette would cost, and I asked him—what’s the good thing about your cigarette?

(End of Extraordinary One)