The next day, the market day in Masang Town was on the market day. In the morning, the warm purple-red morning glow is mixed with a few rosy brilliance. Early in the morning, there were crowds of people on Mashi Street, with loud and low hawking sounds endlessly. The transactions of the cripple Fang Liu, the bald yellow eyes and the macaque Du Shuang have already opened. The yellow eyes have put a fried dough stick pot in front of the restaurant door. A fragrance fills the Mashishi Street in the early morning, stirring people's appetite. However, the door of the Jasmine Hotel, which was booming in the past, was closed and silent. In the past, Hua Jasmine was very active. She lit up her crisp voice and could be heard half of the street. If her voice was missing today, the Mashi Street seemed a little deserted. Fried fried dough sticks, Fang Liu, who was carrying a pot of water to replenish the water, and Du Shuang, who was weighing the salt to customers, turned his questioning eyes to the Jasmine Hotel from time to time. They all seemed to be worried, anxious, and an inexplicable emotion ate their nerves.
The three-slant swollen eyelids were swollen and turned around in the market. In front of the yellow-eyed shop, he held a fried dough stick away, then smiled deceitfully, and said a nerd to the yellow-eyed ear. Huang's eyes stared blankly and pasted the fried dough sticks in the pot. Sanxi looked at his daze, grabbed another handful of fried dough sticks and slipped away. In Fangliu Teahouse and Du Shuang's shop, he repeated the same trick. After achieving a double harvest of material and spirituality, he ran to an unknown corner. He didn't see his shadow on Mashi Street for a whole day.
A surprising news spread quickly in the town. Before the market could end, everyone in the town knew that Hua Yuli brought a little blind man home to stay overnight last night. It is said that Hua Jasmine and the little blind man were sleeping on the same bed. Hua Jasmine hugged the little blind man and kissed him "Bajibaji". She could hear clearly when standing on the Balong River embankment...
Some women have begun to sneakily press their faces against the crack of the Jasmine Hotel and look into the store. But Hua Jasmine's house has six rooms in two rows. The first three are the hotel's operating rooms, counters, and guest seats, and the back three are Hua Jasmine's living rooms. The two rows of houses are connected by two high walls to form a very tight courtyard. Therefore, when I lay down on the crack in the hotel gate and looked inside, I saw only some benches and tables. The scene in the yard was covered tightly by the walls and the back door. The unwilling woman went around outside the courtyard wall to look for opportunities, but the courtyard wall was very high, and it made no sense to slid the walls in the blue sky and daylight, so she could only squat at the base of the wall and listen to some movement. The sound of the "squeaking" of the wheels twisting water and the "gurgling" of washing clothes came from the yard.
A whole day, the gate of Jasmine Hotel was closed, and Jasmine Hua never showed up. At dusk, rumors spread even more, and the people in Masang Town suffered unprecedented mental torture. A man lives in a woman's home, and people don't think it's such a big scandal. What tortures them is mainly the strong curiosity aroused by this mysterious thing. Just imagine how ridiculous this matter should be if a graceful woman left a dirty and sloppy little blind man at home for a day and a night.
Later, several smart people suddenly realized and climbed up the Balong River embankment and looked into Hua Jasmine's yard. They saw that in the vast twilight, Hua Jasmine was easily squeezing the dry clothes, and the little blind man disappeared.
Of course, many people are skeptical and critical of the rumors sweeping the whole town. They do not believe that ambiguous things will happen between Hua Jasmine and the little blind man. A woman like Hua Yuli, who is proud and arrogant, is looked down upon by ordinary men. It is hard to imagine that a vulgar little blind man would arouse the warmth in her heart in a short time. However, they could not deny that something extraordinary might be brewing in the Jasmine Hotel, and this premonition strongly grasped people's hearts.
The evening breeze blows gently, and the night falls quietly. Of course, Hua Jasmine will not come to the Balong River embankment to let the air, but dozens of people who care about Jasmine Hotel are gathered on the embankment.All four of them were there last night. They had talked about their experiences last night dozens of times, and even argued with some details such as the number and shape of the cloth bags on the little blind man's body, the height of the little blind man's head and the length of the bamboo pole in his hand. People were finally tired of their stories and fell silent together. It was half cloudy and half clear that night, and strange clouds floated in the sky. The moon suddenly penetrated into the clouds and suddenly came out of the clouds. The dam is sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and the people on the dam are sometimes clear and sometimes confused. From time to time, birds perching on the branches "punched" a few times. locust flowers fragrance is getting stronger. The people on the dike seemed to be in a long dream.
Time passed quickly, and it was already midnight. The people on the dike were chills and their eyelids were heavy, and some people had already started walking down the dike. At this moment, the door of Hua Jasmine's living room opened. Two figures, one high and one low - the slim and plump Hua Jasmine and the small and delicate little blind man walked into the yard. Hua Jasmine set up the folding chair she usually sat on, and called the little blind man to sit on, while she sat on a low stool with her elbows on her face. People opened their astonished eyes and stared at the two men and women. The dam was extremely quiet, and even Sanxie, who had been chattering, closed his mouth. The crisp and subtle sound of flowing water from Balong River flowed through people's ears, and sometimes a few frogs could rattle and then silence again. Suddenly, a sound from the yard that the residents of Masang Town had not heard for many years. This was the little blind man playing the flute! The initial sounds were like a young woman's deep and soft sigh. Then, the sigh turned into a gentle and tortuous whimper, and the whimper was as relaxed as the Balong River and the flowing clouds in the sky. The sound gradually fell, as if it had sunk into the boundless sea of sorrow... Suddenly, the sadness and gracefulness changed and became tragic and desolate, and the sound became louder and louder, as if a flood was rushing in, and the feelings of the people on the dike were rising and falling in the waves of music. At this time, the lame man Fang Liu raised his face, his eyes as if closed; his yellow eyes lowered his head, and he was panting heavily; Mazi Du covered his eyes with his hands; San's slanted eyes were twice as big as usual... The sound of the flute became more desolate, and there was a sound of breaking through clouds and rocks. This sound powerfully twitches the slenderest and softest strings of the human heart, immersing people in a confused and trance-like feeling.
The sound of the flute stopped, and the lingering sound lingered. With a sweet melancholy, people quietly walked down the dike and disappeared from all directions of the town.
The next day, it started to rain, and people could not go to the ground to work, so they gathered together to spend their time in the "business center" of the town. Early in the morning, the store door of Jasmine Hotel was wide open, and Jasmine was radiant and sold wine. There were dozens of oily roast chicken and dozens of plates of crimson oil-colored peanuts on the counter. The small hotel was fragrant and dozens of seats were quickly filled. Most people are ulterior motives and buy two cents of wine and two taels of peanuts and sip it slowly, chew it, but their eyes glance at the jasmine. Hua Jasmine seemed to be completely unaware of it, and she dedicated her smile to everyone who was watching her without hesitation.
Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore. He walked up and said hesitantly: "Sister Hua..."
"What? Come on a roast chicken?"
"No, no..."
"Is it because your wife punished you to kneel down? A man is a real man, he doesn't even dare to eat a small roast chicken. !Those tickets will become moldy if they are left for a long time!"
"Come on, come on! Sister Hua, don't look down on people."
"Okay! This is the courage of a man."
Hua Jasmine picked up a chicken and put it on the small platform scale, quickly about pounds, and reported the amount of money: "Two pounds, seven ounces, four ounces, five cents, and five cents, and give you four dollars."
The man paid the money but did not leave the chicken. He said toughly: "Sister Hua, I heard that a flute blower came to your house. Can you please come out and let us see it?"
"Sister Hua, please come out and let the man see it. It will also become moldy when you hold it in the quilt. "Sanxi, who got into the hotel, said sarcastically.
Hua Jasmine's face was flushed, and her thin eyebrows stood up, which was a symbol of her anger. People were afraid that she would rush out of the counter and chop Sanxie with a knife, so they persuaded her kindly. Hua Jasmine gradually calmed down.
The chicken-buying man said again: "Sister Hua, we are fascinated by his flute sound. You ask him to blow a piece for the villagers and we invite him to have a roast chicken. "
Hua Jasmine slowly wiped her greasy hands with a towel, nodded meaningfully, and walked to the back room. After a while, she held the little blind man's hand, walked through the drizzle yard, and came to the drinkers.
Sanxi was surprised to find that the little blind man was no longer the same as he had the night before. His clothes were washed clean and ironed The hair was combed flat and fluffy and unchaotic, as if it was coated with a thin layer of hair wax.
The people in Masang Town had never seen such a decent blind man.
The little blind man bowed gracefully to everyone and said in a pleasant baritone voice: "I was blind halfway, and I started learning folk music after I was blind. It's not long, I can barely know a few songs, but I'm not decent. However, the villagers are so kind that I can't help but feel sorry for me, so I don't avoid being ugly and willing to show my ugly appearance. But the hole flute has to sob on the moonlit night so that the artistic conception is distant and the scenes are blended. Of course, it is OK to play the flute during the day, but the fun is much worse. Fortunately, I can still pull erhu a few times, so I would like to thank the villagers for their true feelings!"
This sentence was gentle and elegant, making the little blind man look extraordinary. Someone had brought a square stool, and the little blind man sat down, adjusted the strings, held his breath and meditated for a moment, and then moved his bow in extremely soothing movements. The song was relaxed and bright, delicate and passionate, as if the soft breeze in March of spring was blowing on people's faces. Young people can imagine the tenderness and tenderness from the song, and old people can recall it from the song. Dreams are like smoke, in short, a sweet feeling melts in people's hearts. People forget the sky, forget the earth, forget all worries and sorrows. Hua Jasmine leaned over the counter, holding her cheeks with her hands, her eyes were blurred, and her face was as bright as peach blossoms. Later, the little blind man's eyes transformed into dead trees and crows, ancient temples, sparse bells, flat sand and geese, and waning moon like bows. The song became sad. The listeners of Masang Town suddenly remembered the vast field of late autumn and the dead branches of locust trees trembling in the autumn wind... After the little blind man's erhu pulled out several ups and downs, people's thinking would be captured by music, and their hearts would follow the little blind man's Fingers and ponytail bows jumped...
After the song, the little blind man could not sit upright, slightly closed his dull eyes, his forehead was as white as paper, and his two surprisingly large ears were shaking nervously. Everyone's eyes were wet, and Hua Jasmine hung two tears on her long eyelashes. Her face was pale, looking at the drizzle on the meshi Street.
When the little blind man's erhu sounded, the customers in Fangliu Teahouse, Huangyan Restaurant and Du Shuang Concierge were like iron filings looking for magnets Run into the hotel. There was no trace of the narrow meshi street. The raindrops fell on the meshi slabs, splashing small silver water droplets. Occasionally, a few fluffy feathers flew over the water. Sometimes, a gust of wind blew, the locust flower petals that began to wither on the Balong River embankment fell on the street. Fang Liu, Huangyan, and Du Shuang sat lonely at the door, staring at the crowded hotel with dull eyes, and no one could guess what they were thinking.
Since the little blind man showed his genius again on the rainy day, the dirty words in the town disappeared.Even those girls who are very curious and specialize in making fun of talking and talking did not discuss whether there is a romantic relationship between the little blind man and Hua Jasmine. Because these girls have also been fortunate to listen to the charming music of the little blind man in recent days. The little blind man touched their tenderness like a devil, making them cry like a grudge. In a word, the little blind man has become a mysterious and unattainable figure in Masang Town. People's evil feelings that appreciate deformities and defects have been purified unconsciously.
In these days, the tires of Balong Highway have been pressed very hard by the rumbling roller, and the project of paving the road has begun. A group of pavers temporarily drawn from rural areas have settled in Masang Town. In Masang Town, you can hear the rough laughter and scolding of pavers on the road behind the town all day long. The pungent smell of melting asphalt is filled with the air. At night, the pavers made the whole town bark and clamor. Most of these road pavers are young men who are in the stage of over-energy, and they have money in their waists. So after dinner, they wander around the streets in groups. The owners of the "business center" who are good at doing business have changed the old custom of closing the doors in the dark and focused their main energy on the night market. Of course, Hua Yuli would not miss this opportunity to make money. She has a good deal. The small hotel is full every night, and she cooks twenty chickens every day, and suddenly she is stolen.
After the night market was just open, the other three main companies in the "Business Center" also had good business. Fang Liu and Huangyan also started to engage in wine and food. The quality of the wine and the taste of the dishes are not worse than that of the Jasmine Hotel. Therefore, their guest seats are almost full every night. Later, the situation changed fundamentally. The reason is that one night, when the pretty Jasmine Hotel owner was doing business in the bright counter, the sound of pipa sounded like a terrifying sound from the quiet backyard. The little blind man sat alone under the paulownia tree, pushing, pulling, chanting, sweeping, and playing a music like a silver bottle suddenly cracked, iron cavalry protruded, pearls fell on the jade plate, and a musical sound like an oriole singing in the middle. From then on, the business of Jasmine Hotel was unprecedentedly prosperous. Hua Jasmine had to pull up big light bulbs in the backyard, set up tables in the open air, or simply hit street stalls to accommodate enthusiastic listeners and drunkards. The little blind man also used his eighteen martial arts, took out his flute, flute, pipa, erhu, suona, and suona from the bag, and played it in turn, and he had to make a fuss until twelve o'clock every night before going to bed. Dozens of young men with a little musical cell had to go to the Jasmine Hotel even at lunch break to listen to the little blind man talk about some music theory and some ancient songs such as " Yangchun Baixue " and "The Great Waves Washing Sand".
At the same time, the turnover of Jasmine Hotel has soared. The three hundred bottles of white wine that the Mazi Dushuang canteen had been relocated in a box by Hua Jasmine. It lasted for half a month. Du Shuang quickly went to the county town to get five hundred bottles of white wine, and Jasmine came over again. Customers also highly appreciate Hua Jasmine’s roast chicken and oil-flavored peanuts. Hua Jasmine is busy all day long during the day, but at night it is still in short supply.
The pavers have lived in the town for two months. Although their work point is getting farther and farther away from the town and it is necessary to relocate, they have to delay it, and would rather go to more roads than to be willing.
