The Complete Works of Lu Xun's Novels

Chapter 20

"Sure!" Kuo Ting said.

"That's, indeed, a proper way." The old baby said, "We, now, drag him to the mansion. At the mansion, hurry up and pack up a room. Also, get ready ,Lock."

"A room?" Fourth Master raised his face, thought for a while, and said, "There is no spare room like this in the dormitory. He might not know when it will be ready..."

"Just use him, your own..." Lao Wa said.

"My family's Liu Shun," Fourth Master suddenly said solemnly and sadly, his voice trembling a little. "I'm going to get married in autumn... You see, he's so old, he just knows he's crazy, and he doesn't want to start a family. My younger brother has also lived his whole life. Although he is not very peaceful, incense is absolutely unacceptable..."

"Of course!" The three said in unison.

"Liu Shun gave birth to a son, and I think the second one can be adopted to him. But, - can someone else's son be taken for nothing?"

"That can't be!" The three said in unison.

"This dilapidated house has nothing to do with me; Liushun doesn't care about it either. But, don't mothers feel so relaxed when they give their own children for free?"

"Of course!" The three said in unison.

Fourth Master was silent.The three interacted looking at each other's faces.

"I hope that he gets better every day," Fourth Master said slowly after a moment of silence, "but he is always bad. It's not bad, it's him who doesn't want to get better. It's impossible to think about it, just follow this Lock it up like someone said, so as not to harm others, and make his father look ugly, maybe it would be better, but he would be worthy of his father..."

"Of course," Kuo Ting said emotionally, "but the house..."

"Is there no spare room in the temple?..." Fourth Master asked slowly.

"Yes!" Kuo Ting suddenly said, "Yes! The room on the west side of the gate is empty, and there is only a small square window with a thick wooden grille. It is impossible to dig it open. Great!"

Both Lao Wa and Fang Tou suddenly looked happy; Kuo Ting breathed out and drank tea with pointed lips.

Before dusk, the world has been at peace, or it has been completely forgotten. People's faces are not only not tense, but all traces of previous joy have faded away.In front of the temple, people's footprints were naturally more than usual, but they soon became scarce.Just because the door was closed for a few days, the children couldn't go in and play, so they thought it was very interesting to play in the yard this day. After dinner, some of them went to the temple to play games and guess riddles.

"Guess," said the biggest one, "I'll say it again:
White-capped boats, red rowing oars,
Shake to the other side for a rest,
Have some snacks and sing a play. "

"What is that? 'Red Oar'." A girl said.

"Let me tell you, it's..."

"Slow down!" said the mangy man, "I guessed it, sailing boat."

"Sailing boat." The shirtless man also said.

"Ha, a sailing boat?" said the oldest one, "the sailing boat is swayed. Can he sing opera? You can't guess it. Let me tell you..."

"Take it easy," the mangy head said again.

"Hmph, you can't guess. Let me say it, it's: goose."

"Goose!" the girl said with a smile, "the red oar."

"Why is it a white-covered boat again?" asked shirtless.

"I set fire!"

The children were all surprised, and immediately remembered him. They all looked at the west wing room, and saw one hand pulling the wooden fence and the other tearing the wooden veneer, with two eyes shining in between.

There was only a moment of silence, and the mangy head suddenly uttered a cry, and ran away; the rest also ran out laughing and shouting.The shirtless man pointed the reed back, and let out a crisp voice from his panting cherry-like lips:

"Bar!"

Since then, there has been complete silence, and as dusk falls, the shrines and shrines are more clearly illuminated by the green lamps, and they illuminate the courtyard and the darkness inside the wooden fence.

The children stood still after running out of the temple, held hands, and walked slowly towards their home, all smiling and singing a song they composed casually together:

"White boat, rest on the other side.

Turn off at this moment, turn off by yourself.

Sing the opera.

I set fire!Hahaha!
Huo Huo Huo, eat some snacks.

Sing the opera. ..."

March [-], [-].

This article was originally published in the Beijing "Republic Daily Supplement" from March [-]th to [-]th, [-].

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On a road in the west city of Shoushan District ①, there was no disturbance at this time.Although the flaming sun has not yet shined directly, the sand and soil on the road seem to be shining brightly; the heat is full and mixed in the air, exerting the power of midsummer everywhere.Many dogs stick out their tongues, and even the crows in the trees pant with their mouths open—but, of course, there are exceptions.In the distance, there was the faint sound of two copper cups clashing, which reminded people of sour plum soup and felt a faint chill, but the interlude of lazy and monotonous metallic sounds made the silence even more profound.

There was only the sound of footsteps, and the coachman ran forward silently, as if he wanted to escape the scorching sun quickly.

"Hot buns! Just out of the drawer..."

A fat boy of eleven or twelve years old, with narrow eyes and cocked mouth, yelled in front of a roadside shop.The voice was already hoarse, and it was still a little drowsy, as if hypnotized by the long summer days.On the dilapidated table next to him, there were twenty or thirty steamed buns, sitting coldly without heat.

"Hea! Steamed buns, hot..."

Like a ball thrown hard against the wall and bounced back, he suddenly flew across the road.Next to the electric pole, opposite him, facing the road, there were also two people standing there: one was a thin-faced and thin patrolman in a light yellow uniform with a knife, holding a rope in his hand, and the other end of the rope was tied to another On the arm of a man wearing a white vest over a blue blouse.The man was wearing a new straw hat with the brim hanging down on all sides and covering the area around the eyes.But the fat boy was short, and when he looked up, he met this man's eyes.Those eyes also seemed to be looking at his skull.He hurriedly lowered his eyes to look at the white vest, only to see some large and small words written line by line on the vest.

In an instant, most of the circle was filled with spectators.After the addition of the bald old man, there were not many vacancies, and they were immediately filled by a big fat man with a red nose and a shirtless shirt.This fat man was too wide and occupied the position of the two of them, so the one who arrived could only bend down on the second floor, and stretched into his head from between the two necks in front.

The bald man stood slightly opposite to the white vest, bent over to study the writing on the vest, and finally read:
"Om, all, hum, eight, and..."

But the fat boy saw that the white vest was studying the shiny bald head, so he followed suit to study it, only to see that the head was bald, and there was a patch of gray hair near the ear, and there was nothing new about it.But an old woman holding a child in the back wanted to take the opportunity to squeeze in; the bald man stood up straight for fear of losing his position. Although he hadn't finished reading the text, he had no choice but to look at the face in the white vest: half of the straw hat brim A nose, a mouth, and a pointed chin.

Like a ball that bounced back after being thrown hard against the wall, a primary school student galloped up, held down the snow-white cloth cap on his head with one hand, and burrowed straight into the crowd.But when he got to the third—maybe the fourth—floor, he encountered something unshakably great. When he looked up, there was a wide, naked back above the waist of his blue trousers, on which sweat was dripping. Flow down.Knowing that there was nothing he could do by surprise, he had to walk right along the waistband of his trousers, but fortunately he saw an empty space at the end, through which there was light.When he just lowered his head to drill, he only heard a "what", the buttock below the waist of his trousers tilted to the right, the space was immediately blocked, and the light disappeared at the same time.

But not long after, the elementary school student got out from the policeman's knife.He looked around in surprise: there was a circle of people outside, the top was wearing a white vest, the opposite was a fat boy with a shirtless shirt, and behind the fat boy was a big fat man with a red nose and a shirtless shirt.At this moment, he vaguely realized the true nature of the great obstacle before, and he only looked at the red nose in surprise and admiration.The fat boy was originally looking at the pupil's face, so he couldn't help following his gaze and turned his head. There was a very fat breast with a few long hairs around the teat.

"What did he do?..."

When everyone looked at it in astonishment, it was a vulgar man like a worker who was humbly asking the bald old man for advice.

The bald man didn't make a sound, but just opened his eyes to fix him.He was made to look down, and when he looked again after a while, the bald man opened his eyes and looked at him, and everyone else seemed to open their eyes to look at him.Then he became embarrassed as if he had committed a crime, and finally backed away slowly and slipped out.An eldest son with an umbrella came to fill in the vacancy; the bald man also turned his face to look at the white vest again.

The eldest son bent down, trying to look at the face in the white vest from the brim of the drooping straw hat, but for some reason he suddenly stood up straight again.So the people behind him had to try their best to stretch their necks; one skinny man even opened his mouth wide, like a dead bass.

Suddenly, the patrolman raised his feet, everyone was stunned and looked at his feet quickly; but he was steady again, so they looked at the white vest again.The eldest son suddenly bent down again, trying to peek under the brim of the drooping straw hat, but immediately stood upright, raising one hand and desperately scratching his scalp.

The bald man was not happy, because he first felt that his back was a bit unbalanced, and then there was a gurgling sound in his ears.He furrowed his brows, and when he looked back, there was a black hand holding half a steamed bun on his right, and was stuffing it into the mouth of a man with a cat face.He didn't say anything, and went to look at the new straw hat on the white vest.

Suddenly, there was a blow like a thunderstorm, and even the tall and fat man couldn't help but staggered forward.At the same time, an arm that was as fat as it was stretched out from his shoulder, spread five fingers, and hit the fat boy's cheek with a slap.

"So happy! Your mother..." At the same time, behind the fat man, there was a rounder fat face like a Maitreya Buddha saying so.

The fat boy also staggered four or five steps, but he didn't fall down. He pressed his cheek with one hand and turned around, trying to get out of the gap next to the fat man's legs.The fat man hurriedly stood firm, and tilted his buttocks to block the gap, and asked bitterly:
"what?"

The fat boy, like a mouse caught in a trap, panicked for a while, then suddenly ran towards the elementary school student, pushed him away, and rushed out.The elementary school students also turned around and followed out.

"Scary, this child..." There are always five or six people saying this.

When he regained his composure, when the big fat man looked at the face of the white vest again, he saw that the white vest was looking up at his chest; There was sweat, and he wiped it away with the palm of his hand.

However, the situation does not always seem to be quite peaceful.The old lady holding the child looked around during the harassment and didn't pay attention, so the "Suzhou Qiao" brushed like a magpie's tail on her hair touched the bridge of the nose of the driver standing next to her.The coachman pushed, but he was pushing on the child; the child turned around, turned to the outside of the circle, and shouted to go back.The old lady staggered a little at first, but she stood still, turned the child so that he was facing the white vest, pointed with one finger, and said:
"Ah, ah, look! How beautiful! . . . "

A student-like head wearing a straw hat suddenly poked into the gap, put a melon seed or something similar in his mouth, knocked his jaw upwards, bit it open, and withdrew.This place was filled with an oval face covered with oil, sweat and dust.

The eldest son with the umbrella was already angry, and he slanted one shoulder, frowning and staring at the dead bass behind his shoulder.Probably the hot air exhaled from such a big mouth is not easy to resist, let alone in the middle of summer.The bald man was looking up at the four white letters on the red plate nailed to the electric pole, as if he found it very interesting.Both the fat man and the patrolman squinted at the old woman's hook-knife-like toe.

"it is good!"

Somewhere suddenly several people cheered together.Knowing that something should happen, all heads turned around.Even the patrolman and the prisoner he led were a little shaken.

"The steamed stuffed bun just out of the box! Heah, it's hot..."

On the opposite side of the road are fat kids tilting their heads and shouting like they are dozing off; on the road are coachmen running silently, as if they want to escape the scorching sun.Everyone was almost disappointed, but fortunately, they searched around, and finally found a foreign car parked on the road more than ten miles away, and a driver was getting up.

The circle spread out immediately, and they all walked over in random order.The big fat man rested under a locust tree by the side of the road less than halfway through; the eldest son walked faster than the bald man with the oval face and approached.The passengers in the car are still sitting, and the driver has fully climbed up, but he is still rubbing his knee condyle.There were five or six people watching them with smiles.

"Is it done?" the passenger asked when the coachman was about to pull the cart.

He just nodded, pulled the cart and left; everyone watched him bewilderedly.At first, I knew which car was the one that fell down, but later it was confused by other cars, so I couldn't figure it out.

The road was very leisurely, and a few dogs stuck out their tongues and gasped; the fat man was watching the dog's belly rising and falling quickly under the shade of Huaihuai trees.

The old woman hugged the child and walked past under the shade of the eaves.The fat boy tilted his head, squinted his eyes, dragged his voice, and yelled sleepily—"Hot buns! Heah!...Just out of the box...."

March [-], [-].

This article was originally published in the second issue of No. 20 of the Beijing "Yusi" weekly magazine on April [-], [-].

Old Master Gao

On this day, from morning to afternoon, he spent all his time looking in the mirror, reading "Chinese History Textbook" and checking "Yuan Liaofan Gangjian"; Some injustice.And this sense of injustice was something he had never experienced before.

First of all, I think that parents in the past really don't take their children seriously.When he was a child, he liked to climb up the mulberry tree to steal mulberry to eat, but they didn't care about it. Once he fell down the tree and knocked his head, but he didn't give him proper medical treatment. There is still a scar on the left eyebrow. A spiky scar that never fades.Although he now has exceptionally long hair, parted left and right, and combed obliquely, which can barely cover it up, but he can still see the spikes, which is considered a shortcoming. If a female student finds out, it will probably be looked down upon. .He put down the mirror and let out a sigh of resentment.

Secondly, the editor of the "Chinese History Textbook" was too unimaginable for the teachers.Although his book has some similarities with "Liao Fan Gang Jian", but the big paragraphs are very different, so that people don't know how to put them together.But when he glanced at the note in the textbook, he complained about the history teacher who resigned midway, because the note said:

"From Chapter 8 "The Rise and Fall of the Eastern Jin Dynasty"."

If that person hadn't finished talking about the Three Kingdoms, his preparations would never have been so difficult.What he is most familiar with is the Three Kingdoms, such as Taoyuan's three sworn brothers, Kong Ming's borrowing arrows, Zhou Yu's three qi, Huang Zhong's decision to kill Xia Houyuan in the army, and others.In the Tang Dynasty, there were Qin Qiong who sold horses, and they were better at it. Unexpectedly, it was the Eastern Jin Dynasty.He let out another breath of resentment, and pulled "Liao Fan Gang Jian" again.

"Hey, why don't you look outside enough, why do you want to go inside again?"

A hand bent over from behind him at the same time, stroking his chin.But he didn't move, because from his voice and actions, he knew that it was Huang San, an old friend playing cards who sneaked in.Although he is his old friend, he played cards, went to theaters, drank wine, and met women together a week ago, but since he published the article "On the Obligation of All Chinese People to Organize National History" in "Dazhong Daily", it has become popular. After getting the letter of appointment from Xianliang Girls' School, I felt that this Huang San had nothing to do, and he always looked a bit inferior.So he didn't look back, and replied solemnly with a straight face:
"Don't talk nonsense! I'm preparing for my homework...."

"Didn't you tell Lao Bo yourself: You want to find a teacher to do it, to see the female students?"

"Don't trust Lao Bo's bullshit!"

Huang San sat down next to his table, glanced at the table, and immediately found an open post on a big red paper between a mirror and a pile of messy books.He grabbed it and read it word by word with staring eyes:
please

Mr. Erzugao teaches four times a week for the history teacher of our school

Hours, every hour, Xiujin Ocean Triangle is on time
calculate this approx.

The principal of Xianliang Girls' School, He Wanshuzhen, sincerely orders

13th Year of the Republic of China

"'Old Master Erchugao'? Who is it? You? Have you changed your name?" Huang San asked impatiently after reading it.

But Old Master Gao just smiled haughtily; he did change his name.However, Huang San only knows how to play cards, so far he has not paid attention to new knowledge and new arts.Since he didn't know that there was a great Russian writer Gorky, how could he understand the far-reaching significance of this name change?So he just smiled arrogantly and didn't answer him.

"Hey, old man, don't make such foolish things!" Huang San put down the letter of appointment and said. "We have a boys' school here, and the atmosphere is already bad enough; what kind of girls' school they want to open, I really don't know what kind of trouble it will be in the future. Why bother to make trouble, it can't be..."

"That's not necessarily true. Besides, Mrs. He must invite me, and she can't refuse..." Because Huang San slandered the school, and looked at his watch, it was already 02:30, and it was only half past the class time, so he was a little angry, He looked anxious again.

"Okay! Let's not talk about it." Huang San was sensible, turned the sail immediately, and said, "Let's talk about serious business: we have a situation tonight. The eldest son of Mao Zifu in Maojiatun is here. Come and invite Mr. Yangzhai Those who went to see the cemetery have two hundred fans on hand. We have agreed that we will have a table in the evening, one for me, one for the old bowl, and one for you. You must come, don't delay. The three of us will wipe him out! "

Old Gan—Old Master Gao—groaned, but didn't speak.

"You must come, definitely! I have to talk to Lao Bo for a while. The place is still at my home. That idiot is a 'fledged fledgling', and we can definitely wipe him out! You can clear up that bamboo pattern Leave it to me!"

Old Master Gao stood up slowly, went to the head of the bed to get the box of horse cards, and handed it to him; looking at his watch, it was [-]:[-].He thought: Although Huang San is capable, but knowing that I have already become a teacher, he still came to slander the school face to face and disturb other people's preparatory homework. After all, it shouldn't be.Then he said coldly:
"Let's discuss it tonight. I have to go to class."

As he spoke, he glanced at "Liao Fan Gang Jian" bitterly, picked up the textbook, put it in a new leather bag, put on a new hat carefully, and went out with Huang San.As soon as he went out, he let go of his steps, like a drill led by a carpenter, and walked straight one by one shoulder by shoulder. After a while, Huang San couldn't even see his shadow.

(End of this chapter)