Samayoi

Chapter 7 Happy Family

——Imitation of Xu Qinwen

"...It's up to you whether you do it or not; that work, like the light of the sun, emerges from an infinite source of light, unlike stone fire, which is hammered out of iron and stone. This is true art. The author, too He is the real artist.—And me, what is this?" He thought of this, and suddenly jumped up from the bed.He had already thought about it before, and he had to earn a few manuscript fees to support his life; the place to submit manuscripts was first decided to be the Happiness Monthly Newspaper, because the pens seemed to be relatively abundant.But the work must have a scope, otherwise, I am afraid it will not be accepted.The scope is the scope. What is the big question in the minds of young people today?There are probably quite a few, or many of them are about love, marriage, and family.Yes, many of them are bored and discussing these things.Then, come to do the family.But how to do it?Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't accept it, why bother to say something out of date, but... After he jumped off the bed, he walked to the desk in four or five steps, sat down, and took out a piece of green lined paper, without hesitation, but he gave up on himself As if to write a line of title: "Happy Family".

Immediately his pen stopped; he raised his head, stared at the roof, and was arranging the place for this "happy family".He thought: "Beijing? No way, it's dead, even the air is dead. If we build a high wall around this family, will the air be cut off? It's impossible! Jiangsu and Zhejiang are going to fight every day; Fujian is even more needless. Sichuan, Guangdong?

are playing.Shandong Henan and the like? ——Ah, those who want to kidnap, if one is kidnapped, it will become an unfortunate family.The rent in Shanghai and Tianjin’s concessions is expensive; if it’s in a foreign country, it’s a joke.I don't know what to do in Yunnan and Guizhou, but the traffic is too inconvenient..." He thought about it, but couldn't think of a good place, so he assumed it as A, but then thought, "Many people are against using Western letters to represent The name of people and places is said to reduce the interest of readers.My contribution this time seems to be safer than not using it.So, how about over there? ——Hunan is also at war; Dalian is still expensive; Chahar, Jilin, and Heilongjiang, let alone ——I heard that there are horse thieves, so it’s not okay! He thought about it again and again, but couldn't think of a good place, so he finally decided to assume that the place where this "happy family" is located is called A.

"In short, this happy family must be in A, which cannot be negotiated. Naturally, there are two couples in the family, that is, the master and the housewife, who are free to marry. They have signed more than 40 treaties, which are very detailed, so they are very equal and very free. Moreover, they are highly educated, elegant and noble...It is no longer acceptable for Japanese students to study abroad, so let’s assume they are Western students. The host always wears western clothes, and the collar is always snow-white; the housewife’s hair is always permed fluffy like a sparrow’s nest , the teeth are always white and exposed, but the clothes are Chinese clothes, "

"No, no, no! 25 catties!"

He heard a man's voice outside the window, and he couldn't help turning his head to look, the window curtain was hanging down, the sun was shining brightly, it was so bright that his eyes were dazzled; then there was the sound of small pieces of wood being scattered on the ground. "It's irrelevant," he thought back, "what's '25 Jin'?——They are graceful and noble, and love literature and art very much. But because they grew up in happiness, they don't like Russian novels...Russian novels Describing more inferior people is really not suitable for this kind of family. '25 Jin'? Leave him alone.

So, what books do they read? —A poem by Perron?Jizhi?No, it's not safe. ——Oh, yes, they all love to watch "The Ideal Beloved".Although I have never seen this book, since even the university professors praised him so much, I think they all love to read it, you read it, and I read it too——each of them has one copy, and there are two in this family. He felt a little empty in his stomach, put down his pen, supported his head with both hands, and taught his head to hang between two pillars like a globe.

"...the two of them are having lunch," he thought, "the table is covered with a white cloth; the cook brings food—Chinese food. What's '25 catties'? Leave him alone. Why Chinese food? Westerners They say that Chinese food is the most advanced, delicious, and hygienic: so they use Chinese food. The first bowl is delivered, but what is this first bowl?"

"firewood,"

He looked back in surprise, and on his left shoulder stood the housewife of his own house, with two gloomy eyes fixed on his face.

"What?" He thought she had disturbed his creation, and was quite angry.

"I've used up all the racks, I bought some today. Last time I was ten catties, two and four, but today I want two and six. I want to give him two and five, okay?"

"Okay, it's two hanging five."

"It's too much of a disadvantage. He must only be willing to count 24 and a half catties; I think he is 23 and a half catties, okay?"

"Okay, let's say he weighs 23 and a half catties."

"Well, five five twenty-five, three five fifteen,"

"Hmm, five-five-25, three-five-one-fifteen," he couldn't continue, paused for a while, and suddenly grabbed a pen, and wrote a line of "happy family" on the green grid paper. It took a long time to make a draft, and then he raised his head and said:
"Five hangs and eight!"

"That is, I am not enough here, there are still eight or nine..."

He opened the drawer of the desk, grabbed all the copper coins, no less than twenty or thirty, and put them on her open palm. After seeing her leave the room, he turned his head to the desk again.He felt that the inside of his head was full, as if all the limbs were filled with firewood, five five twenty five, and there were many scattered Arabic numerals printed on the brain cortex.He took a deep breath, and then exhaled forcefully, as if he wanted to get rid of the firewood, five five, 25 and the Arabic numerals in his mind.Sure enough, after exhaling, my heart became much more relaxed, so I still thought vaguely—"What kind of food? It's not a bad dish. Slippery tenderloin, shrimp and sea cucumber, it's too mediocre. I just want to say that they eat The most popular is "Dragon Tiger Fight". But what is "Dragon Tiger Fight"? Some people say that it is a snake and a cat. It is a precious dish in Guangdong, and it is not eaten at a big banquet. But I have seen it on the menu of Jiangsu restaurants. People in Jiangsu don’t seem to eat snakes and cats in this title, but I’m afraid they are frogs and eels as someone said. Now suppose the owner and housewife are from there?——Don’t care about him. In short, no matter where people eat a bowl A snake and a cat, or a frog and an eel, never hurt a happy family.

In short, this first bowl must be "Dragon Tiger Fight", which cannot be negotiated.

"So a bowl of 'Dragon Tiger Fight' was placed in the center of the table. The two of them picked up their chopsticks at the same time, pointed to the edge of the bowl, and looked at me and I looked at you with amused smiles..."'My dear, please.'

"'Please you eat first, my dear.'

"'Oh no, please yor!'

"So they stretched out their chopsticks at the same time, and took out a piece of snake meat at the same time——no, no, snake meat is too strange after all, it might as well be eel. Then, this bowl of 'Dragon Tiger Fighting' is made of frogs and eels. It’s done. They took out a piece of eel at the same time, the same size, five five twenty-five, three five...don’t care, put them in their mouths at the same time.” He couldn’t help but just look back, because he felt The backside was very lively, with people walking back and forth two or three times.But he was still suffering, and continued to think, "This seems a bit nasty, so there is such a family? Alas, how can my thoughts be so chaotic, I am afraid that this good topic will not be finished. —— Or you don’t have to use foreign students, you can just get higher education in China. They are all college graduates, noble, beautiful, and noble... Men are writers; women are also writers, or literary admirers. Or women It's a poet; the man is a poet admirer, a woman respecter. Or..." He finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head.

Right next to the bookshelf behind him, a pile of cabbage has appeared, with three plants on the lower floor, two plants on the middle floor, and one plant on the top, stacked to him into a big letter A.

"Alas!" He sighed in surprise, at the same time he felt his face suddenly heat up, and many needles pricked his spine lightly.

"Woo..." He let out a long breath, and pushed back the needles on his spine first, still thinking, "The house of a happy family should be spacious. There is a storage room, and the cabbage and the like go there. The master's study In the other room, bookshelves are lined up against the wall, and naturally there is no pile of cabbage next to it; the shelves are full of Chinese books, foreign books, including "The Ideal Beloved", of course - there are two volumes in total. There is another bedroom a brass bed, or something more rustic, the elm bed made by the No. [-] prison workshop is enough, and the bed is very clean.” He immediately glanced under his bed, and saw that the firewood had been used up, only a straw rope, but there was still a dead snake Lying lazily.

"23 and a half catties," he felt that the chopping wood was about to come "incessantly" under the bed, and there were some forks in his head, so he hurriedly stood up and walked to the door to try to close it.But as soon as his hands touched the door, he felt that he was too irritable, so he stopped his hands and only put down the dusty door curtain.On the one hand, he thought, this has neither the concern of closing the door and guarding against oneself, nor the anxiety of opening the door: it is very in line with the "middle way".

"...so the master's study door is always closed." He walked back, sat down, and thought, "If you have something to discuss, you have to knock on the door first, and you can only come in after getting permission. In the study, if the housewife came to talk about literature and art, she would knock on the door first.——You can rest assured that she will not hold the cabbage.

"'Come in, please, my dear.'"

"However, what should the master do when he has no time to talk about literature and art? So, ignore her and listen to her standing outside and always knocking? This probably won't work. Or it is written in "The Ideal Beloved"—— I'm afraid it is indeed a good novel, if I have the manuscript fee, I have to buy one of his novels to read..."

shoot!
His waist straightened, because he knew from experience that the "pat" was the sound of the housewife's palm hitting their three-year-old daughter's head.

"A happy family," he thought, hearing the child's sobs, but still straightened his back, "the child is born late, born late. Or it's better to have nothing, two people clean.—or it's better to live in an inn , leave everything to them, and do it alone..." He heard the sobs grow louder, so he stood up, slipped through the door curtain, thinking, "Marx can still write "Das Kapital" amidst the cries of his children. , so he is a great man," walked out of the room, opened the damper, and smelled kerosene gas.The child lay down on the right side of the door, with his face on the ground, and when he saw him, he cried "wow".

"Ah, okay, don't cry, don't cry, my good child." He bent down to hug her.

He hugged her and turned around, and saw the housewife standing on the left side of the door, her waist was also straight, but her hands were on her hips, as if she was angry and ready to start gymnastics.

"Even you are here to bully me! You can't help, you can only make trouble,—even the oil lamp will turn over him. What's for dinner?"

"Ah, okay, don't cry, don't cry," he put those trembling voices behind his head, carried her into the room, rubbed her head, and said, "My good child." Then he put her down and dragged the chair away , sat down, made her stand between her knees, raised her hands and said, "Don't cry, good boy. Daddy will show you the 'cat wash'." At the same time, he stretched his neck and stuck out his tongue, He licked his palm twice from a distance, and then used the palm to draw circles on his face.

"Hehehe, Hua'er." She laughed.

"Yes, yes, Hua'er." He drew a few more circles, and then he stopped, only to see that she was still looking at him with a smile on her eyes.He suddenly felt that her lovely and innocent face was just like her mother's five years ago, especially the red lips, but the outline was shrunk.It was also a sunny winter day, and when she heard him say that he was determined to resist all obstacles and sacrifice for her, she just looked at him with a smile on her eyes and tears.He sat blankly, as if a little drunk.

"Ah, lovely lips..." he thought.

The door curtain suddenly hung up.The firewood was brought in.

He also woke up suddenly, fixed his eyes, and saw that the child was still in tears, and looked at him with open red lips. "Lips..." He glanced to the side, and the firewood was coming in, "...I'm afraid it will be five five 25, nine nine 81 in the future! And the eyes are gloomy..." He thought, and then roughly grabbed the There was a line of titles and a pile of sloppy green grid paper, crumpled a few times, and then unfolded to wipe away tears and snot for her. "Good boy, go play by yourself." He pushed her away and said; at the same time, he threw the paper ball into the wastebasket vigorously.

But he immediately felt a little sorry for the child, turned his head repeatedly, and watched her go out alone; he heard the sound of wood chips in his ears.He wanted to calm down, so he turned his head again, closed his eyes, calmed down his distracting thoughts, and sat calmly.He saw an oblate black flower with an orange heart floating in front of his eyes, floating to the right from the left corner of his left eye, and then disappeared; then a bright green flower with a dark green heart; then a pile of six cabbages standing tall folded towards him into a big letter A.

(End of this chapter)