When Yinxia called, Xihui was busy working in the convenience store, kneeling on the ground sorting and replenishing the drinks on the shelves. The small shop he opened is in a busy city and has a good location. Most of its customers are residents of small and medium-sized hotels nearby, who come to buy some cold drinks, cigarettes and snacks. Female workers from more than a dozen massage parlors on the left and right often come to help in twos and threes, mostly Top up your phone card, or simply go out for a walk, soak up the sun and catch your breath. People who come late at night are prostitutes, prostitutes and transvestites, as well as trucks and taxi drivers who drive late at night, etc., buying a few cans of red bull , two packs of cigarettes, loose condoms or small bottles of lubricant. During the holidays these past few days, many people came to Xidu to visit, and the surrounding hotels were full. The business in his store was better than usual. Chanjuan sat at the counter, collecting money for redemption while keeping an eye on the anti-theft mirror hanging on the wall opposite.
Xihui would occasionally raise his head and meet Chanjuan's eyes in the convex mirror like the bottom of a wok. Her eyes were indifferent, as if he were a ghost and she couldn't see him.
"Listen, I just received a call to summon a taxi." Yinxia lowered her voice, sounding like she was talking about a secret.
Xihui hasn’t answered Yinxia’s call for a long time. Her voice was still clear and crisp, like a radio host talking, and every word sounded like water droplets falling from the eaves. When they fell, they turned into ice and fell into the iron basin one by one. "I recognize that voice, it's your brother!"
Xihui had just put a bottle of mineral water on the shelf, when his hand seemed to be stuck to the bottle and refused to move. "Your brother!" How long has it been since anyone mentioned this to him? Occasionally he talks to his sister-in-law in Domen on the phone, but even she rarely mentions it like this. I can't tell whether it's because of taboo or embarrassment. If I really want to mention it, she will say "the children's father." It seemed like that was the only relationship left between her and Dahui. The child is the seed sown by Dahui, which he cannot let go.
"How is that possible?" Xihui lowered his voice unexpectedly.
"I'm sure! It's Dahui!" Yinxia said with a ringing tone, and Xihui's ears buzzed when she heard it.
"Later, the driver who picked him up reported that he was a middle-aged man with long legs, a high nose, and phoenix eyes. Do you think that was your brother?"
Xihui was stunned there, flipping through the photo album in his mind. , see Dahui’s appearance in different periods. His brother was indeed tall and handsome. Everyone had marveled before, how could a pair of short and dark-skinned parents like theirs, whose father was called "Wazi", actually give birth to such a white-faced, long-legged man? boy. Some of the relatives and friends were outspoken. For example, Yinxia's father, Lao Gu, joked many times that the hospital must have made an mistake and had the wrong child.
"But that's just a dictation, not a photo. It's hard to say." Xihui pondered for a moment, but still felt that this was unreliable. It was a person who had disappeared.
"You don't believe me? I could tell it was him!" Yinxia became more and more anxious as she spoke, as if she was gritting her teeth, "It can't be wrong!"
Xihui grew up with Yinxia and knew her abilities and her temperament. He didn't want to argue with her, so his tone softened.
"I'll call my sister-in-law tonight to see if she has any news."
Yes, Yinxia has been stubborn and strong since she was a child. Because of this, even though she was born with a disability, she was not willing to stay at home and do odd jobs like other disabled people. They used to live on the banks of the Kinta River, in the corner of Old Town, close to Little India and Baro Chinese Primary School. There was a twenty-storey HDB flat that was once the tallest building in the city. It was used by residents and people around it. Called upstairs. Yinxia lived on the seventh floor, and her mother asked her to learn to weave nets with nylon ropes to use to pack grapefruits for the local product merchants. Therefore, her living room is like a small factory, with bundles of red nylon ropes and some yellow ones stored all year round, shining brightly under the light. The knitted net bags were neatly tied up and piled on the other side of the living room, and some were also stuffed into the rooms of the two sisters Yinxia and Yinling. One day Xihui said to Yinxia, your home is like a pansi cave.
He thought Yinxia didn't understand, but Yinxia had heard the story of "Journey to the West" on the radio a long time ago. Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong Master and disciples went to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. After going through eighty-one calamities, she could count them all from the beginning without missing a single one.
At that time, Xihui and Yinxia were just two children. They happened to live in two households upstairs and downstairs, and they happened to be the same age. The mothers of the two families were relatively close, and they would visit each other from time to time. Often there would be a long sigh here and a short sigh there, and it would be time to cook again. Coincidentally, Yinxia's father drives a taxi to transport people in the city, while Xihui's father drives a cargo truck and travels all over the country. They both make a living on the road and are barely considered colleagues in the transportation industry.
Xihui's father, Xi Zai, once went down the mountain from Cameron Highlands in the rain. The road was slippery and he lost control of the car and overturned. The man, Luo Li, and the car full of vegetables and fruits all fell to the bottom of the cliff and smashed to pieces. There are two orphans, a widowed mother, and a biological sister who is only a few years older than Dahui and has been living in his home for many years. Yinxia has followed Xihui in calling her Aunt Lianzhu since she was a child.
Dahui was still very young at that time, with tender skin and white meat, and so thin that his willows swayed in the wind. He was seven years older than his younger brother Xihui. After passing the Junior Diploma Examination in the third year of secondary school, he decided to drop out of school before the results were announced and was recommended by his father to work as an apprentice in a friend's motorcycle shop. He naturally refused to call Lianzhu "aunt". This aunt, like him, could not read. At the age of seventeen, she took a bus from the mouth of the Gulou River to join her brother in the city. When Dahui was a child, he went back to his hometown with his parents for the New Year. He played with his eldest sister, Lianzhu, and other children in the fishing village. Together they caught small crabs and mudskippers. Lianzhu also led him on board a fishing boat and played with captains and pirates. game. Dahui couldn't even call him "aunt" at that time, let alone when Lianzhu came upstairs carrying two duffel bags that smelled like fish. He was fourteen years old and a vigorous young man.
"Dahui has grown so tall, he is a big boy." Dahui came home from school and met his mother and Lianzhu sitting in the hall; the two luggage bags were like two dirty fishing village dogs, timidly lying at her feet . Two years ago, he went to Gulouhekou to celebrate the New Year. Lianzhu went out with his friends, so he didn't meet him. Now that we meet again, she seems to have jumped up a level, suddenly becoming an adult, wearing a waist-cinching floral skirt that adults wear; looking at him with the eyes only an elder can have, and saying such old-fashioned words.
"Call me aunt, Aunt Lianzhu." Dahui's mother saw him standing by the door dumbfounded, so she reminded him, that's aunt, your father's little sister.
There are thirteen brothers and sisters in Mizai’s hometown. He is the eldest son and Lianzhu is the youngest. The age difference between the brothers and sisters is more than 20 years. At that time, Wuzai's mother was not yet fifty, and people in the fishing village were already laughing at her for being an old clam. She and her husband were illiterate, and they had almost exhausted their minds on naming a dozen children, so their daughter was born with the name A-Zhu. When Dahui returned to his father's hometown when he was young, he would also shout like the adults, "Azhu, Azhu". No one corrected him then.
During the more than ten years at the mouth of the Gulou River, Lianzhu, as the youngest daughter, did not need to go on a boat to fish, and unlike her seven sisters at home, she had to take care of her younger siblings and do a lot of housework. Therefore, she had slender fingers and lived a lazy life. I have no intention of studying, I just want to leave the fishing village early and join the colorful world in the city. At the end of the year when she was seventeen, she took a dispensable junior diploma and a message from her parents to visit her elder brother in Xidu. Under the instructions of Wu Zai, his wife He Menfang had someone use plywood to make a small room in a corner of the living room, hang up a curtain, and let the girl live upstairs.
Lian Zhu worked in several shops around the old town. She weighed salted fish and dried shrimps at a seafood shop, served tea and washed cups in a teahouse, and sold foreign goods. When she died, she took pictures at Chuoyue on Shuluo Street. I'm working part-time in a hotel, and I've stabilized. Xihui was only ten years old at the time and was in the fourth grade at Baruhua Primary School. He had a pair of slightly swollen hooded pig eyes. Chaos had just begun, and he didn't know how to grieve even after his father died.
Tsai's funeral was held on Coffin Street at the other end of Xinjiechang. After all, all ethnic groups are mixed in the HDB flats, and all the gods and Buddhas are crowded together in the same courtyard. There is no condition for anyone to die in a big way. Xihui forgot the details, but only remembered that the funeral was held in the Luo Taoist Temple for three days and two nights. He was restless for days, like a paper doll or a wreath, letting others manipulate him in the mourning hall.His mother stayed by the coffin and folded paper ingots day and night. Aunt Lianzhu helped organize the arrangements and took the female guests one by one to comfort the widow. Many relatives and friends of the clan and his father's fellow Luo Li drivers came. One after another, they came to surround Dahui, pointing many fingers at him. They all said that the eldest son would be his father and that he should take care of his mother and younger brother. There is such a thing as responsibility.
That was the first time Xihui saw his brother being submissive - he scratched his head with one hand and took the cigarettes handed to him by his uncles with the other hand. He seemed a little at a loss, and the cigarette in his hand was lit.
Dahui had just turned seventeen at the time. He was pretty and fair, and had not yet learned to shave. He had been scolded by his father, who said that he was half-baked and had a fontanel in his head. Xihui really remembers that Dahui was just an ordinary boy before his father died. Although he worked part-time in a motorcycle shop, he still went to the newspaper office in the back alley of Ba Luo Hua several days a week, squatting on the doorstep with a few students in white shirts and shorts, and reading the newly released Hong Kong comic strips. , and rented many martial arts novels to store on the bedside, and occasionally read them to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. On Sundays, when the motorcycle shop is not open, he always plays football with the Malay and Indian boys upstairs. Sometimes he gathers friends to form a bicycle brigade and go fishing together in the abandoned mine lake, bringing back a few palm-sized African fish. fish. After his father died, he seemed to no longer like these things and started smoking. The books and periodicals hidden under the pillow, including Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu whose muscles no longer appeared on the covers, had all turned into beautiful women with big breasts, plump lips and half-squinted eyes. The title of the book was changed from "Dragon and Tiger Gate" to "Dragon, Tiger and Leopard".
Qunying
Driver 1348 said that the long-legged man with single eyelids and a high nose got off the bus at an alley on Xianyu Street in Old Town. Yinxia knew that the alley was a bit winding, leading to Ba Luo Chinese Primary School and Tua Pekong Ancient Temple, but that person might not have entered the alley. Xianyu Street is not long, but there are many shops on the street, including several teahouses, all of which are time-honored and sell white coffee , and there is a constant flow of people. There are also many dry goods shops and seafood shops there, as well as a toy store that connects two shops. The street goes all the way down and leads directly to the 20-storey Kinta HDB flat. God knows where this man ended up going after getting off the car.
After getting off the bus, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood by the roadside, slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit one.
"I asked him in the car if he was a local? He glanced at me and sneered with his lips pursed." 1348 said.
"Me? I am a madman of Chu. I come and go like wind and thunder. I have swam across all corners of the country and crossed the rivers north and south. I have climbed over mountains and ridges. I have broken through the three realms and six paths of life and death. I have been to heaven and hell. Do you think I am still the same? Local?" The man spoke without blinking, crackling like a string of Jianghu incisions. 1348 couldn't help but look at the rear mirror. The man had a dull complexion and a lean body. He wore a crocodile brand horizontal-striped polo shirt. He wore two shining gold necklaces, one thick and one thin, around his neck. He also had several magnificent jade-inlaid Buddhist amulets.. He looked like an ordinary man. Like the kind of charlatan whose back is tattooed with Sanskrit or some other charm.
Although Yinxia has never seen Dahui's appearance, she still remembers how people described Dahui when she was upstairs. They all said that the eldest son, Wuzai, with his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, looked a bit like celebrity Deng Guangrong; standing next to his younger brother Xihui, he really didn't look like he was born to the same mother. It was also because of his good looks that he had a series of affairs in those years, making many women fall in love with him.
"You really should be destined to live on a soft diet." Yinxia's father always commented on Dahui like this, and there was no hint of envy or jealousy in his tone. What exactly is "good-looking" about
? Yinxia couldn't imagine it. She asked Xihui, how good-looking is your brother? At that time, they were just children. They sneaked to Ba Luo Chinese Primary School without telling the adults, sat down by a dry fountain on the campus, and shook their legs in boredom while talking.
"He is very handsome, just like Wang Xiaolong in "Dragon and Tiger Gate"." Xihui thought about it seriously.
Of course, Yinxia had never seen Wang Xiaolong in the comics. She spat, "You said that, isn't it in vain?"
When Yinxia called, Xihui was busy working in the convenience store, kneeling on the ground sorting and replenishing the drinks on the shelves. The small shop he opened is in a busy city and has a good location. Most of its customers are residents of small and medium-sized hotels nearby, who come to buy some cold drinks, cigarettes and snacks. Female workers from more than a dozen massage parlors on the left and right often come to help in twos and threes, mostly Top up your phone card, or simply go out for a walk, soak up the sun and catch your breath. People who come late at night are prostitutes, prostitutes and transvestites, as well as trucks and taxi drivers who drive late at night, etc., buying a few cans of red bull , two packs of cigarettes, loose condoms or small bottles of lubricant. During the holidays these past few days, many people came to Xidu to visit, and the surrounding hotels were full. The business in his store was better than usual. Chanjuan sat at the counter, collecting money for redemption while keeping an eye on the anti-theft mirror hanging on the wall opposite.
Xihui would occasionally raise his head and meet Chanjuan's eyes in the convex mirror like the bottom of a wok. Her eyes were indifferent, as if he were a ghost and she couldn't see him.
"Listen, I just received a call to summon a taxi." Yinxia lowered her voice, sounding like she was talking about a secret.
Xihui hasn’t answered Yinxia’s call for a long time. Her voice was still clear and crisp, like a radio host talking, and every word sounded like water droplets falling from the eaves. When they fell, they turned into ice and fell into the iron basin one by one. "I recognize that voice, it's your brother!"
Xihui had just put a bottle of mineral water on the shelf, when his hand seemed to be stuck to the bottle and refused to move. "Your brother!" How long has it been since anyone mentioned this to him? Occasionally he talks to his sister-in-law in Domen on the phone, but even she rarely mentions it like this. I can't tell whether it's because of taboo or embarrassment. If I really want to mention it, she will say "the children's father." It seemed like that was the only relationship left between her and Dahui. The child is the seed sown by Dahui, which he cannot let go.
"How is that possible?" Xihui lowered his voice unexpectedly.
"I'm sure! It's Dahui!" Yinxia said with a ringing tone, and Xihui's ears buzzed when she heard it.
"Later, the driver who picked him up reported that he was a middle-aged man with long legs, a high nose, and phoenix eyes. Do you think that was your brother?"
Xihui was stunned there, flipping through the photo album in his mind. , see Dahui’s appearance in different periods. His brother was indeed tall and handsome. Everyone had marveled before, how could a pair of short and dark-skinned parents like theirs, whose father was called "Wazi", actually give birth to such a white-faced, long-legged man? boy. Some of the relatives and friends were outspoken. For example, Yinxia's father, Lao Gu, joked many times that the hospital must have made an mistake and had the wrong child.
"But that's just a dictation, not a photo. It's hard to say." Xihui pondered for a moment, but still felt that this was unreliable. It was a person who had disappeared.
"You don't believe me? I could tell it was him!" Yinxia became more and more anxious as she spoke, as if she was gritting her teeth, "It can't be wrong!"
Xihui grew up with Yinxia and knew her abilities and her temperament. He didn't want to argue with her, so his tone softened.
"I'll call my sister-in-law tonight to see if she has any news."
Yes, Yinxia has been stubborn and strong since she was a child. Because of this, even though she was born with a disability, she was not willing to stay at home and do odd jobs like other disabled people. They used to live on the banks of the Kinta River, in the corner of Old Town, close to Little India and Baro Chinese Primary School. There was a twenty-storey HDB flat that was once the tallest building in the city. It was used by residents and people around it. Called upstairs. Yinxia lived on the seventh floor, and her mother asked her to learn to weave nets with nylon ropes to use to pack grapefruits for the local product merchants. Therefore, her living room is like a small factory, with bundles of red nylon ropes and some yellow ones stored all year round, shining brightly under the light. The knitted net bags were neatly tied up and piled on the other side of the living room, and some were also stuffed into the rooms of the two sisters Yinxia and Yinling. One day Xihui said to Yinxia, your home is like a pansi cave.
He thought Yinxia didn't understand, but Yinxia had heard the story of "Journey to the West" on the radio a long time ago. Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong Master and disciples went to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. After going through eighty-one calamities, she could count them all from the beginning without missing a single one.
At that time, Xihui and Yinxia were just two children. They happened to live in two households upstairs and downstairs, and they happened to be the same age. The mothers of the two families were relatively close, and they would visit each other from time to time. Often there would be a long sigh here and a short sigh there, and it would be time to cook again. Coincidentally, Yinxia's father drives a taxi to transport people in the city, while Xihui's father drives a cargo truck and travels all over the country. They both make a living on the road and are barely considered colleagues in the transportation industry.
Xihui's father, Xi Zai, once went down the mountain from Cameron Highlands in the rain. The road was slippery and he lost control of the car and overturned. The man, Luo Li, and the car full of vegetables and fruits all fell to the bottom of the cliff and smashed to pieces. There are two orphans, a widowed mother, and a biological sister who is only a few years older than Dahui and has been living in his home for many years. Yinxia has followed Xihui in calling her Aunt Lianzhu since she was a child.
Dahui was still very young at that time, with tender skin and white meat, and so thin that his willows swayed in the wind. He was seven years older than his younger brother Xihui. After passing the Junior Diploma Examination in the third year of secondary school, he decided to drop out of school before the results were announced and was recommended by his father to work as an apprentice in a friend's motorcycle shop. He naturally refused to call Lianzhu "aunt". This aunt, like him, could not read. At the age of seventeen, she took a bus from the mouth of the Gulou River to join her brother in the city. When Dahui was a child, he went back to his hometown with his parents for the New Year. He played with his eldest sister, Lianzhu, and other children in the fishing village. Together they caught small crabs and mudskippers. Lianzhu also led him on board a fishing boat and played with captains and pirates. game. Dahui couldn't even call him "aunt" at that time, let alone when Lianzhu came upstairs carrying two duffel bags that smelled like fish. He was fourteen years old and a vigorous young man.
"Dahui has grown so tall, he is a big boy." Dahui came home from school and met his mother and Lianzhu sitting in the hall; the two luggage bags were like two dirty fishing village dogs, timidly lying at her feet . Two years ago, he went to Gulouhekou to celebrate the New Year. Lianzhu went out with his friends, so he didn't meet him. Now that we meet again, she seems to have jumped up a level, suddenly becoming an adult, wearing a waist-cinching floral skirt that adults wear; looking at him with the eyes only an elder can have, and saying such old-fashioned words.
"Call me aunt, Aunt Lianzhu." Dahui's mother saw him standing by the door dumbfounded, so she reminded him, that's aunt, your father's little sister.
There are thirteen brothers and sisters in Mizai’s hometown. He is the eldest son and Lianzhu is the youngest. The age difference between the brothers and sisters is more than 20 years. At that time, Wuzai's mother was not yet fifty, and people in the fishing village were already laughing at her for being an old clam. She and her husband were illiterate, and they had almost exhausted their minds on naming a dozen children, so their daughter was born with the name A-Zhu. When Dahui returned to his father's hometown when he was young, he would also shout like the adults, "Azhu, Azhu". No one corrected him then.
During the more than ten years at the mouth of the Gulou River, Lianzhu, as the youngest daughter, did not need to go on a boat to fish, and unlike her seven sisters at home, she had to take care of her younger siblings and do a lot of housework. Therefore, she had slender fingers and lived a lazy life. I have no intention of studying, I just want to leave the fishing village early and join the colorful world in the city. At the end of the year when she was seventeen, she took a dispensable junior diploma and a message from her parents to visit her elder brother in Xidu. Under the instructions of Wu Zai, his wife He Menfang had someone use plywood to make a small room in a corner of the living room, hang up a curtain, and let the girl live upstairs.
Lian Zhu worked in several shops around the old town. She weighed salted fish and dried shrimps at a seafood shop, served tea and washed cups in a teahouse, and sold foreign goods. When she died, she took pictures at Chuoyue on Shuluo Street. I'm working part-time in a hotel, and I've stabilized. Xihui was only ten years old at the time and was in the fourth grade at Baruhua Primary School. He had a pair of slightly swollen hooded pig eyes. Chaos had just begun, and he didn't know how to grieve even after his father died.
Tsai's funeral was held on Coffin Street at the other end of Xinjiechang. After all, all ethnic groups are mixed in the HDB flats, and all the gods and Buddhas are crowded together in the same courtyard. There is no condition for anyone to die in a big way. Xihui forgot the details, but only remembered that the funeral was held in the Luo Taoist Temple for three days and two nights. He was restless for days, like a paper doll or a wreath, letting others manipulate him in the mourning hall.His mother stayed by the coffin and folded paper ingots day and night. Aunt Lianzhu helped organize the arrangements and took the female guests one by one to comfort the widow. Many relatives and friends of the clan and his father's fellow Luo Li drivers came. One after another, they came to surround Dahui, pointing many fingers at him. They all said that the eldest son would be his father and that he should take care of his mother and younger brother. There is such a thing as responsibility.
That was the first time Xihui saw his brother being submissive - he scratched his head with one hand and took the cigarettes handed to him by his uncles with the other hand. He seemed a little at a loss, and the cigarette in his hand was lit.
Dahui had just turned seventeen at the time. He was pretty and fair, and had not yet learned to shave. He had been scolded by his father, who said that he was half-baked and had a fontanel in his head. Xihui really remembers that Dahui was just an ordinary boy before his father died. Although he worked part-time in a motorcycle shop, he still went to the newspaper office in the back alley of Ba Luo Hua several days a week, squatting on the doorstep with a few students in white shirts and shorts, and reading the newly released Hong Kong comic strips. , and rented many martial arts novels to store on the bedside, and occasionally read them to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. On Sundays, when the motorcycle shop is not open, he always plays football with the Malay and Indian boys upstairs. Sometimes he gathers friends to form a bicycle brigade and go fishing together in the abandoned mine lake, bringing back a few palm-sized African fish. fish. After his father died, he seemed to no longer like these things and started smoking. The books and periodicals hidden under the pillow, including Shi Heilong and Wang Xiaohu whose muscles no longer appeared on the covers, had all turned into beautiful women with big breasts, plump lips and half-squinted eyes. The title of the book was changed from "Dragon and Tiger Gate" to "Dragon, Tiger and Leopard".
Qunying
Driver 1348 said that the long-legged man with single eyelids and a high nose got off the bus at an alley on Xianyu Street in Old Town. Yinxia knew that the alley was a bit winding, leading to Ba Luo Chinese Primary School and Tua Pekong Ancient Temple, but that person might not have entered the alley. Xianyu Street is not long, but there are many shops on the street, including several teahouses, all of which are time-honored and sell white coffee , and there is a constant flow of people. There are also many dry goods shops and seafood shops there, as well as a toy store that connects two shops. The street goes all the way down and leads directly to the 20-storey Kinta HDB flat. God knows where this man ended up going after getting off the car.
After getting off the bus, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood by the roadside, slowly took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit one.
"I asked him in the car if he was a local? He glanced at me and sneered with his lips pursed." 1348 said.
"Me? I am a madman of Chu. I come and go like wind and thunder. I have swam across all corners of the country and crossed the rivers north and south. I have climbed over mountains and ridges. I have broken through the three realms and six paths of life and death. I have been to heaven and hell. Do you think I am still the same? Local?" The man spoke without blinking, crackling like a string of Jianghu incisions. 1348 couldn't help but look at the rear mirror. The man had a dull complexion and a lean body. He wore a crocodile brand horizontal-striped polo shirt. He wore two shining gold necklaces, one thick and one thin, around his neck. He also had several magnificent jade-inlaid Buddhist amulets.. He looked like an ordinary man. Like the kind of charlatan whose back is tattooed with Sanskrit or some other charm.
Although Yinxia has never seen Dahui's appearance, she still remembers how people described Dahui when she was upstairs. They all said that the eldest son, Wuzai, with his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, looked a bit like celebrity Deng Guangrong; standing next to his younger brother Xihui, he really didn't look like he was born to the same mother. It was also because of his good looks that he had a series of affairs in those years, making many women fall in love with him.
"You really should be destined to live on a soft diet." Yinxia's father always commented on Dahui like this, and there was no hint of envy or jealousy in his tone. What exactly is "good-looking" about
? Yinxia couldn't imagine it. She asked Xihui, how good-looking is your brother? At that time, they were just children. They sneaked to Ba Luo Chinese Primary School without telling the adults, sat down by a dry fountain on the campus, and shook their legs in boredom while talking.
"He is very handsome, just like Wang Xiaolong in "Dragon and Tiger Gate"." Xihui thought about it seriously.
Of course, Yinxia had never seen Wang Xiaolong in the comics. She spat, "You said that, isn't it in vain?"She raised her head, letting the midday sunlight rest on her face, and stared hard at the darkness in front of her. Yes, she was still very naive at that time, because she heard Aunt Lianzhu say that there are people in the world who can "glare" a steel spoon to paralysis with just their willpower, so she really felt that one day she could use it. The strong willpower penetrates this piece of black cloth and reaches the dark world outside.
"I only know that he has a bad voice, slurred speech, and is always fierce. How can he be lovable?" Yinxia indeed found Dahui annoying and always called her blind sister. Hey blind girl, why don’t you respond when I call you? Didn't you hear that? Are you blind or deaf?
is still speechless. Has he become mute?
Fortunately, there is a righteous Auntie Lianzhu in the HDB flat. She always appeared in time and said, "Dahui, why do you bully a child? You are so stupid. Yinxia is blind but not blind."
The sound of lotus beads makes Yinxia feel comfortable listening to it. Even though it was just a normal businessman's tone, Lianzhu still had a fishing village accent when she spoke, but it sounded like a sea wave that had been soaked in the sun all day, filling people's ear canals with warmth. Yinxia therefore thought that Aunt Lianzhu must be very good-looking. Even a person like Dahui, after his father died, dared to speak ill of his own mother, but when he met Lianzhu, he always choked and muttered, and if he couldn't speak to her, he would be rude. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "How much older are you than me?" We even played in the sand together! Stop pretending to be a parent.
Xihui thought about it, since his father passed away, Dahui has regarded himself as the head of the family, and his tone has become increasingly impatient no matter who he speaks to. There was a period of time when it was stormy and rainy outside. School teachers went on strike and many opposition members were arrested and imprisoned by the government. There was an inexplicable tense atmosphere all over the flat, and Xihui noticed that the adults were looking at each other with preoccupations. Brother Baohua, who lives on the tenth floor, works in a newspaper office. Every day when he comes back from get off work, he is always stopped by many people asking questions. Baohua actually worked as a miscellaneous errand in the newspaper office, managing two fax machines. He rode a motorcycle back and forth several times a day, and went to the bus terminal regardless of rain or shine to wait for the manuscripts from the correspondent on the outer slope. But everyone somehow feels that Baohua is the most literate person in the entire HDB flat, and he also knows everything. He is like the interpreter in the temple. He is the only one who understands all the signatures and knows all the secrets. During that period, even the Indian barber Babu downstairs would rush out of the shop and ask him, brother, who was arrested by the police today? Have the Rocket Party members been released?
After passing Babu's level, Baohua had to be stopped when he walked to the elevator. Those were the fathers of each family. They were like ants smelling something sweet, and they swarmed around him, making it difficult for Baohua to move. If Yinxia's father happens to come back, he will definitely join in the fun and have a great talk with other men at the elevator entrance. The children who were playing tag in the yard looked over from time to time and saw the two elevator doors side by side, which were extremely boring, opening and closing, like two big mouths yawning fiercely. .
At that time, all the men in HDB were paying attention to the current affairs of the world. Although Dahui was not small, even though he squeezed into these small groups, he could not get in. These people have seen the turbulent society. Who has not experienced the "May 13th" incident? Nearly twenty years later, everyone’s expressions still change when this is mentioned, and they are increasingly worried about the current situation. Dahui wanted to ask but held back, but his eyes flickered, and his guilty conscience was finally noticed. Yinxia's father was the first to shout. Do you know "May 13"? Do you understand too? You know shit! At that time, people were bleeding, and you hadn’t stopped breastfeeding yet!
At dinner that evening, Yinxia and her sister Yinling heard their father talk about how Dahui was so angry at that time, his chin raised higher and higher, and his choking voice got louder and louder. They almost rolled back their sleeves, but instead they aroused public outrage. The elders in the field gave him a cold look, and one of them gave him a sarcastic comment, telling him to go aside and play with the children and act like a big devil. It made him blush, unable to speak for a while, and had to walk away.
Yinxia's mother was not interested at all in how Dahui was thwarted. She waited for her frothing husband to finally finish speaking, and then asked softly, "How is it? It won't make a mess, right?"
“The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Even if there is chaos, it will not come here."Lao Gu is so busy," The Malays have become smarter and know that it takes seven inches to hit a snake. People want to catch big fish, but here we only have fish hair and shrimp larvae. "
Mothers usually don't ask questions. It would be annoying to ask a man again, and she really didn't know what else to ask. She turned her head and urged her daughter Yinling to open her mouth to eat, and then put the food into Yinxia In the bowl, he scooped the food repeatedly and put it into his mouth with big mouthfuls.
Yinxia’s mother, Liang Jinmei, was known as the “Deshi’s Wife” in the Kinta HDB. She stayed at her parents' house to help make thick leaf rice dumplings and pillow rice dumplings . In addition to kneading flour and steaming cakes every day, she also had to help take care of her five younger siblings. The family did not have the means for her to go to school, so she could not read as well as she had in her life. My daughter Yinxiaduo. At that time, she set up a stall selling tea fruit on the street of the town. The cakes were sold well, but the sales were not going well. Fortunately, a German from the city popped up at this time. The gentleman came to visit her every day, and eventually he got two tickets for Huang Qingyuan to perform on the stage. Soon after, he married her to Xidu, where she lived for more than ten years, and then moved to Xincun. After arriving at the HDB, she stayed at home most of the time. She was still unfamiliar with life in this city, and she didn't have much knowledge or insight into national affairs. However, her lack of understanding did not mean that she was indifferent to them. A way to learn about state affairs - Mrs. Ma Piao came to write 10,000-word tickets every week, as if she brought snacks and candies, and she would definitely bring all kinds of current affairs news.
Mrs. Ma Piao was active in the old and new streets. She was a rare motorcyclist in those days. One of the walking women, her footprints are all over the Kinta River, from the Kinta Shopping Center and Shisanjian on one side of the river, to the Market Street, Erdai Lane, Xianyu Street on the other side of the river, and even to the big clock tower and the train station. In Little India, almost everyone is aware of the character of Ma Piao Mao.
Ma Piao Mao's husband has a gang background. It is said that she has been in and out of prison seven times, and she has to get some kind of tattoo on her body every time she comes out. She was always kind and cheerful, and her words and deeds were not evil at all. There were nearly 300 households living on the 20 floors above and down, and every household regarded her as a good friend. Yinxia remembered that since the Kinta HDB was completed and their family moved there, Ma was a good friend. Mrs. Piao has become like a housewife, often visiting every floor. Everyone knows that she is well-informed. Although she is a woman, she knows a lot about politics. Her face has been printed on the campaign posters during the general elections for so many years. She knew everyone's name and party, and she didn't get tired of it. She answered everyone's questions and spoke more clearly and simply than the media person Baohua. When she was a child, Yinxia was in awe of this eloquent person. A beautiful woman. She can not only speak various dialects such as Cantonese, Hakka , Fujian and Teochew ; when she meets the barber Babu downstairs, she can talk to each other with a few words of Tamil; she can also speak Malay. The language was fluent, with interesting cadences and a full rhythm, making it difficult for people to tell that the speaker was originally from Meixian and was a Tang Dynasty
Before discovering the respectability of this language ability, Yinxia was the first to admire Mrs. Ma Piao. Yes, it's her awesome memory. At that time, Yinxia thought that Mrs. Ma Piao was the only one in the world who could do it - memorize the entire "A Thousand-Character Picture of Uncle Uncle" in her mind.
I saw the dog when I got downstairs this morning. Sister-in-law, what words should I buy?
Ordinary garden dog? Sixty-one.
No, it’s two dogs fighting. As for Zhengchun, the bite was so fierce that the ground was covered with blood.
Dog fighting, that's one, two, five. If a dog bites someone, buy 879... By the way, did you see dogs mating later? Dog mating is one, seven, seven.
Yinxia also has a copy of "The Thousand-Character Picture of Uncle Uncle" at home. The book sold well and Xihui’s shop still sells this pink booklet to this day. Every time he replenishes the book, he can't help but think of the time when he was upstairs, and Yinxia asked him to help. It didn't take much effort to put the entire Thousand Character Picture, from zero crabs to ninety-nine cupboards. , and there were some unclear meanings among them, but she memorized them all without missing a beat.Mrs. Ma Piao said it was amazing that this child actually brought a "Ten Thousand Word Dream Interpretation Picture" under her arm that looked like a calendar and was as thick as a sponge cake one day, asking Yinxia to carry it on her back when she was free.
"Maybe you can do this in the future and become a lottery girl."
Maybe the lottery girl didn't take her words seriously. When she said this, she was glared at by Yinxia's mother, and she couldn't help but laugh. With a smile, she hit her thigh hard with a "pop". After all, Yinxia was just a child at that time, and she really dreamed that one day she would be like Madam Madam, a well-connected person who would be popular wherever she went. It's a pity that the "Ten Thousand Characters Dream Interpretation Picture" is as thick as the Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary, and the Chinese in it is much more difficult than the previous Thousand Character Pictures. There are many words in it that I can't pronounce, so I quickly lose patience, so Before Yinxia decided to give up, he surrendered first, using the excuse that the school had to take exams or the homework given by the teacher was too difficult, and he quickly went to Babu's barber shop to play chess with Lazu.
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Book title: "Popular Land"
Author: (Malaysia) Li Zishu
Publisher: Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House
Publication time: April 2021
The novel "Popular Place" is set in Tindu, Malaysia. The small society called "Upstairs Upstairs" by the residents kicked off and told about the common affairs of ordinary people in the city. The protagonist of the novel, Yinxia, was born a blind girl. She is smart, sensitive, and knows how to understand people's hearts. She is willing to weave baskets at home, but also longs to integrate into the outside world. She learns chess, attends a school for the blind, and breaks through the difficulties she was born with. sky. In the school for the blind, she learned to write letters in Braille and fell in love. Everything seemed to be going in a beautiful direction, but she didn't know that darkness had fallen.
's novel uses a narrative technique that jumps between time and space to connect various characters. Each short story seems independent but continuous. These small town characters are ups and downs in the wild flow of life, living lightly and growing old silently. They are cold-eyed, bumpy, lonely, and have short-term happiness, but they are all like lightning, and they reach the end of time in an instant, watching the wind of the world blow through the hot and hasty life.
About the author
Li Zishu was born in 1971 in Malaysia . Since 1995, he has won many awards including the Hua Zong Literary Award, the United Press Literary Award, and the Times Literary Award. He has also won the Malaysia Outstanding Young Writer Award, the Yunli Feng Annual Outstanding Writer Award, and the Nanyang Chinese Literature Award. The novel "The Age of Farewell" won the Jury Prize at the 4th Dream of Red Mansions Novel Award. He has published more than ten novels, short story collections, micro-novel collections, and essay collections.
"Lao Gu is so busy," The Malays have become smarter and know that it takes seven inches to hit a snake. People want to catch big fish, but here we only have fish hair and shrimp larvae. "Mothers usually don't ask questions. It would be annoying to ask a man again, and she really didn't know what else to ask. She turned her head and urged her daughter Yinling to open her mouth to eat, and then put the food into Yinxia In the bowl, he scooped the food repeatedly and put it into his mouth with big mouthfuls.
Yinxia’s mother, Liang Jinmei, was known as the “Deshi’s Wife” in the Kinta HDB. She stayed at her parents' house to help make thick leaf rice dumplings and pillow rice dumplings . In addition to kneading flour and steaming cakes every day, she also had to help take care of her five younger siblings. The family did not have the means for her to go to school, so she could not read as well as she had in her life. My daughter Yinxiaduo. At that time, she set up a stall selling tea fruit on the street of the town. The cakes were sold well, but the sales were not going well. Fortunately, a German from the city popped up at this time. The gentleman came to visit her every day, and eventually he got two tickets for Huang Qingyuan to perform on the stage. Soon after, he married her to Xidu, where she lived for more than ten years, and then moved to Xincun. After arriving at the HDB, she stayed at home most of the time. She was still unfamiliar with life in this city, and she didn't have much knowledge or insight into national affairs. However, her lack of understanding did not mean that she was indifferent to them. A way to learn about state affairs - Mrs. Ma Piao came to write 10,000-word tickets every week, as if she brought snacks and candies, and she would definitely bring all kinds of current affairs news.
Mrs. Ma Piao was active in the old and new streets. She was a rare motorcyclist in those days. One of the walking women, her footprints are all over the Kinta River, from the Kinta Shopping Center and Shisanjian on one side of the river, to the Market Street, Erdai Lane, Xianyu Street on the other side of the river, and even to the big clock tower and the train station. In Little India, almost everyone is aware of the character of Ma Piao Mao.
Ma Piao Mao's husband has a gang background. It is said that she has been in and out of prison seven times, and she has to get some kind of tattoo on her body every time she comes out. She was always kind and cheerful, and her words and deeds were not evil at all. There were nearly 300 households living on the 20 floors above and down, and every household regarded her as a good friend. Yinxia remembered that since the Kinta HDB was completed and their family moved there, Ma was a good friend. Mrs. Piao has become like a housewife, often visiting every floor. Everyone knows that she is well-informed. Although she is a woman, she knows a lot about politics. Her face has been printed on the campaign posters during the general elections for so many years. She knew everyone's name and party, and she didn't get tired of it. She answered everyone's questions and spoke more clearly and simply than the media person Baohua. When she was a child, Yinxia was in awe of this eloquent person. A beautiful woman. She can not only speak various dialects such as Cantonese, Hakka , Fujian and Teochew ; when she meets the barber Babu downstairs, she can talk to each other with a few words of Tamil; she can also speak Malay. The language was fluent, with interesting cadences and a full rhythm, making it difficult for people to tell that the speaker was originally from Meixian and was a Tang Dynasty
Before discovering the respectability of this language ability, Yinxia was the first to admire Mrs. Ma Piao. Yes, it's her awesome memory. At that time, Yinxia thought that Mrs. Ma Piao was the only one in the world who could do it - memorize the entire "A Thousand-Character Picture of Uncle Uncle" in her mind.
I saw the dog when I got downstairs this morning. Sister-in-law, what words should I buy?
Ordinary garden dog? Sixty-one.
No, it’s two dogs fighting. As for Zhengchun, the bite was so fierce that the ground was covered with blood.
Dog fighting, that's one, two, five. If a dog bites someone, buy 879... By the way, did you see dogs mating later? Dog mating is one, seven, seven.
Yinxia also has a copy of "The Thousand-Character Picture of Uncle Uncle" at home. The book sold well and Xihui’s shop still sells this pink booklet to this day. Every time he replenishes the book, he can't help but think of the time when he was upstairs, and Yinxia asked him to help. It didn't take much effort to put the entire Thousand Character Picture, from zero crabs to ninety-nine cupboards. , and there were some unclear meanings among them, but she memorized them all without missing a beat.Mrs. Ma Piao said it was amazing that this child actually brought a "Ten Thousand Word Dream Interpretation Picture" under her arm that looked like a calendar and was as thick as a sponge cake one day, asking Yinxia to carry it on her back when she was free.
"Maybe you can do this in the future and become a lottery girl."
Maybe the lottery girl didn't take her words seriously. When she said this, she was glared at by Yinxia's mother, and she couldn't help but laugh. With a smile, she hit her thigh hard with a "pop". After all, Yinxia was just a child at that time, and she really dreamed that one day she would be like Madam Madam, a well-connected person who would be popular wherever she went. It's a pity that the "Ten Thousand Characters Dream Interpretation Picture" is as thick as the Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary, and the Chinese in it is much more difficult than the previous Thousand Character Pictures. There are many words in it that I can't pronounce, so I quickly lose patience, so Before Yinxia decided to give up, he surrendered first, using the excuse that the school had to take exams or the homework given by the teacher was too difficult, and he quickly went to Babu's barber shop to play chess with Lazu.
Related books
Book title: "Popular Land"
Author: (Malaysia) Li Zishu
Publisher: Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House
Publication time: April 2021
The novel "Popular Place" is set in Tindu, Malaysia. The small society called "Upstairs Upstairs" by the residents kicked off and told about the common affairs of ordinary people in the city. The protagonist of the novel, Yinxia, was born a blind girl. She is smart, sensitive, and knows how to understand people's hearts. She is willing to weave baskets at home, but also longs to integrate into the outside world. She learns chess, attends a school for the blind, and breaks through the difficulties she was born with. sky. In the school for the blind, she learned to write letters in Braille and fell in love. Everything seemed to be going in a beautiful direction, but she didn't know that darkness had fallen.
's novel uses a narrative technique that jumps between time and space to connect various characters. Each short story seems independent but continuous. These small town characters are ups and downs in the wild flow of life, living lightly and growing old silently. They are cold-eyed, bumpy, lonely, and have short-term happiness, but they are all like lightning, and they reach the end of time in an instant, watching the wind of the world blow through the hot and hasty life.
About the author
Li Zishu was born in 1971 in Malaysia . Since 1995, he has won many awards including the Hua Zong Literary Award, the United Press Literary Award, and the Times Literary Award. He has also won the Malaysia Outstanding Young Writer Award, the Yunli Feng Annual Outstanding Writer Award, and the Nanyang Chinese Literature Award. The novel "The Age of Farewell" won the Jury Prize at the 4th Dream of Red Mansions Novel Award. He has published more than ten novels, short story collections, micro-novel collections, and essay collections.
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