You are the april day of the world

Chapter 9 Fiction (4)
The three people said it at the same time, and each of them felt something.

The afternoon heat came in through the window, and the three friends ate a lot of cool food, not knowing what to do.

"Go to the cinema, let's study some 'life issues' and 'social issues'?" Yi Jiu looked at the empty cup on the table and urged Lu and Meng to leave.The shadow of Joan still floats in my heart.Lively, beautiful, strong, all disillusioned behind the scenes of death, time moves forward likewise, measuring the reality of death.Occasional reminiscences, like today, are the only evidence that Joan has had a lively life.

The foreign cars at the gate of Dong'an Market are like a bunch of magnified ants, placed head to tail on the side of the street.Yang San is no longer in his usual parking place.

"Go to the district, okay, go to the district! Let's go to the district and talk about it!" That's it, Wang Kang and Yang San finally ended the beating and were suppressed by two policemen.

Mrs. Liu was holding an oil-paper umbrella, sitting upright on the rickshaw, thinking that Tailor Jin was too careless. The hem of this silk shirt still doesn’t fit today, and the collar is too small, too tight to breathe. I didn’t expect it to be so hot today. I knew it earlier. It's better to wear yarn.There is always something wrong with the work that the tailor is rushing to do.Shifu's temper is even worse now, and he always thinks women are troublesome.Every time there is an entertainment, you always have to listen to what he has to say.Today, Mrs. Zhang is having a birthday party, and the unusual scene can be casual... A young lady in a light blue dress came across. The extremely fashionable attire made Mrs. Liu pay attention with wide eyes.

"Where is Mrs. Liu going?" The blue-clothed lady smiled and greeted her from afar.

"Why are her clothes so suitable!" Mrs. Liu held up the flowered paper umbrella impatiently.

"Wooooooooooh..." The horn of the car blared loudly.

"Stop." The rickshaw driver gripped the handlebar tightly, restraining the body from rushing forward.After the car passed by, a patrolman walked out beside Mrs. Liu's car, leading two rough men: a white rope was tied from one arm to the other.The patrolman clings to the end of the rope and walks with a straight face.

A rough man, apparently the coachman, was still pulling the empty cart, grunting.The car body is very exquisite, and all the white copper pieces are polished brightly, and the word "Lu" is engraved on the bronze plate at the back.Whose car driver is this again? An accident happened and the patrolman took him away.Mrs. Liu thought bitterly that the car drivers love to cause troubles. Anyway, when they go to the district, the boss will try to bail them out... "Damn! Stay in!" The last one—the master is the bureau chief, and the wife is out for a luxurious dinner at the moment, the rickshaw is newly built, and the two lamps emit silver light... With a clatter, the handboard wipes it next to the other car, and the car has rushed to the front up.Mrs. Liu's flower-oiled paper umbrella swayed in the sun against the wind, and slipped along the middle of the street to the north.

Three porters just walked away from the sour plum soup stall at the entrance of the alley.The sour glass of water gave them pleasure for a short time, and their six muddy feet were still walking on the hot road.The old man selling sour plum soup was counting dozens of copper coins in his hand, with a small feather broom under his arm.He rolled up his dim eyes, looked at the flowered paper umbrella in the past, and knew that it was a visitor to Zhang's house.He wanted to celebrate Zhang's family's birthday today, there were many guests, and their driver would come to the stall to drink something cold to quench his thirst.

"Two hangs...three hangs!" He moved his fingers and put a stack of copper coins into the carton of Beauty brand cigarettes by the side of the stall.Not sure if there was enough ice for today, he turned over several lotus leaves and a piece of gray-black rag, and still looked at the ice cubes in the magnetic tank with his dim eyes for a while. "It's not hot, and there are few people drinking. It's hot, and the ice melts too fast!" There was nothing embarrassing about it, he sighed and turned his eyes to look at the passing cars.The car kicked up a cloud of dust, covering the old man and his stall.

The mercury in the cold and heat table has risen since the early morning, and has been crossing the black line of 95 degrees.

People of all colors once gathered on the relatively shady ground under the Xipeng.Dr. Ding is also one of them.

Dr. Ding is the grandnephew of Mrs. Zhang. He has just returned from studying medicine in Germany. He is quick and handsome. What tiger epidemic, typhoid fever, vaccination, micro-bacteria, all discussed in the middle of swallowing eight-treasure east melon, tile fish, pot stickers chicken, fried shrimp.

"It's great that your hospital has vaccinations. We'll come to ask for advice in a few days." The speaker thought that if Microbacteria heard that he had vaccinations, he would be discouraged.

"welcome."

The kitchen sent a bowl of cold dishes.After hesitating, Doctor Ding decided to give up the right to eat this bowl of food.

The children snatched the small ice cubes on the side of the plate and chewed them in their mouths. Many other customers also liked this cold dish.It's hot!
The young mistresses of the Zhang family dressed up very decently, wearing red flowers on their heads, showing that they still abided by the old etiquette and customs.Hovering around in the yard to be the master, everyone knows in their hearts how decent they are today.The various successes they have imagined for today, which they had considered several weeks ago, have already been realized sequentially before their eyes.Although for this important day, everyone has taken turns to feel wronged; angry; used their minds and tricks;

The old lady gasped tremblingly and continued to maintain her life.Messy and vague memories floated in my mind.The year Lan Lan was seven years old...the year when A Xu was sent to Shanghai for medical treatment was really hot...the four treasures were born in Hunan, so childbirth, illness, war, travel, marriage, all happened in disorder and without rules Tilt under her memory.

"I wish the old lady a birthday, please reply."

Whose voice is this?so big!The old lady opened her dozing eyes and saw a woman with heavy make-up bowing to her.Mrs. Liu—who is Mrs. Liu, really!
There are too many guests today, it's delicious.The old lady helped Zhao Ma stand up and return the salute.

"You're welcome, sit outside." The second young lady accompanied the guests out.

Who is this Mrs. Liu...who?The old lady vaguely made some guesses, looked at the threshold and fell into various memories again.

Shou'er, a little girl sitting on the threshold, was fascinated by the pomegranate flowers in the courtyard.She wished that the banquet could be finished quickly, and the people below could have lunch, she was really hungry.Most of what her eyes came into contact with in the morning was almost all delicious food, but she was still hungry and sat on the old lady's threshold waiting to be called.She really wanted to go to the front yard to see the excitement again, but thinking about the situation of being beaten last time, she had to endure it with all her strength.In hunger, there was one thing she still did not forget about her joy.Because the old lady's eldest daughter-in-law gave her a pair of silver bracelets.Although her arms, sore from beating her back, were too lazy to move, she still raised her hand triumphantly from time to time, shaking her new bracelet.

The afternoon sun slanted to the east porch, and the back yard temporarily fell asleep in silence.Youlan cried and lost her temper with Yu in the study:
"You all bully me. I didn't go to see the last game. Why did I go? Anyway, I'm not welcome...Hui Shi refuses to say, but I know you and A Ling can have a good time together." Sobbing The voice came faintly from the corridor.

"It won't look good when the guests come in later...don't cry...you listen to me...there is absolutely no such thing. We are cousins ​​who don't know that we are making out. You are my Lan, forever, always mine My favorite, my favorite...you believe me..."

"You're lying to me, I...I'll never trust you again..."

"You hurt me again, you are cruel..."

The voice became softer and quieter, and some time passed.There was a slight laugh.The little girl was still panicking from hunger, she still sat on the threshold and didn't dare to move. She listened to the constant bickering and crying between Miss Little Grandson and Master Yu Sun, but she didn't understand.After a while they came out of the study together laughing again.

"I'll go to my mother-in-law's room to wash my face. Shou'er, get me a basin of washing water."

Shou'er was ordered to fetch water and stood up happily.Nothing is better than sitting and waiting for the old lady to wake up.

"Don't forget to wait for my table for dinner." After Yu finished speaking, he ran out with big strides.

The backyard suddenly fell into a sweltering silence; the shadow of the wicker painted the whitewashed wall, and the red of the sun was as red as rouge.The sky outside the wall is blue without a single cloud, like the scenery on a stage.Faintly came the voices of peddlers hawking—watermelons—bedding mats, one after another.

The porter raised his strength and called his child to find his wife.It was about to get dark, and the daughter-in-law was still sitting at the door picking up the soles of the shoes; I would finish one at dawn.The head of her family needs to wear two pairs of shoes a month, sometimes not enough, the head of the house just now came home feeling uncomfortable, fell asleep on the kang, and has not woken up for a long time.She put down the soles of her shoes and went to a small shop nearby to buy some ginger, and said a few words.

Moaning intermittently, the porter began to feel pain. He shouldn't drink that cold thing. If he knew it was a hot day, he might as well have a sip of hot tea!In confusion, he saw tea bowls, tea mugs, people serving tea, bowls, saucers, and fruits scattered around the big round basket, and he seemed to see Zhang's kitchen.In less than a moment, his stomach hurt like hemp rope, and the frantic vomiting made him sink into severe symptoms and fight to the death.

The husband and daughter-in-law lost their minds and asked the children to go to the pharmacy to ask for some medicine.Over there, heat medicine is often used in summer... The neighbors gradually knew that something happened to the porter's house, and those who read the newspaper said that it might be cholera, and an injection was needed.Baldy Zhang recognized Ding's family, a Western medicine doctor at the east end of the main street. He put on a small gown, buttoned it up, and ran.Dr. Ding's house number hangs high, and the two newly painted doors are tightly closed.Bald Zhang fumbled for the electric bell and pressed it desperately, and looked around the crack of the door for a while before someone came out to open the door.What's up?What's up?The concierge looked at Zhang Baldzi and got angry, and Zhang Baldzi looked at the concierge of Ding's house and said, "Excuse me—excuse me, sir, our 'neighbor' Li Tiaozi has suffered from heatstroke, please ask me to get some medicine."

"Dr. Ding and Mr. Guan Pharmacy have 'gone out'. They are not at home, and there is no one else here. Who knows about this?" The porter said hesitantly, "Let's go to the opposite door, Yi Nian Tang, to inquire." The door has almost closed.

Bald Zhang ran away again, to Yi Nian Tang, where he heard that a child had left after taking heat medicine.Baldy Zhang is a religious believer. He believed in the medicines from foreign hospitals. He went to the hospital there to inquire. After waiting for a long time, he said that it was not a medical hospital and did not accept infectious diseases. The doctors also went home at night, and the assistant You can't just walk away if you don't have something to say.

"It's best to report to the district and find someone from the Health Bureau." The manager told him, but where is the Health Bureau... By the time Baldy Zhang walked back to his yard in disappointment, it was already dark, and he heard Li The crying of the sister-in-law knew that something was going wrong.There is also a strong smell of medicine in the magnetic jars in the courtyard.He stamped his feet, "Our lives are miserable..." He was already thinking about how to donate some money to collect his friend's body.Tell the filial son to kowtow from house to house!

When it got dark, the Kua courtyard of Zhang's house became more lively. There were many children around under the water moon lanterns. The jugglers took out a large bowl of goldfish from their robes, and offered a plate of "Queen Mother's Flat Peach" to the old lady.The children all gathered together to check the authenticity of the goldfish.The old lady smiled happily.

The old man is familiar with the famous actors who have joined the show, and he is willing to send the play. There is a stage in front of the main courtyard, and the servants are busy preventing the people from outside from crowding in. This is the first time in two years that the old man came back from Shanghai—this time, he was hindering his mother. It's too embarrassing not to come back.The market has been unstable these past few days. The workers heard that they were very active, so they were worried about going away, and the old Zhao in the factory was unreliable, and the uncle was most concerned... Seeing the opening on the stage in the courtyard, and looking at the lights on the porch , listen to the sound of cards coming from all over the wing; the sound of the fan and the sound of soda, the uncle knows that everything is going smoothly, and he can go when the work is over tomorrow.

"Where are you going, Uncle?" A handsome girl came out from across the veranda.He was stunned to see, Huishi——is his brother's daughter, who has grown so big?The uncle was sad, looking at the posthumous daughter of his brother who died long ago: she really looks like her father... She really looks like her father... "Hui Shi, it's you. You are so handsome, uncle can hardly recognize you."

Hui Shi just laughed, laughed.The uncle can also tell jokes, she felt that it was too unexpected, and at the same time, she touched the love and affection in the uncle's eyes like an electric shock, and a feeling of sadness clutched her throat.

She is still just laughing.

"What year did you graduate?" the uncle asked her.

"next year."

"After graduation, I will live with my uncle."

"great."

"Do you like Shanghai?"

She shook her head: "It's not as good as Beiping. But it's not bad if you can find something to do."

Uncle left, Hui Shi, who was easily sentimental, hurried back to the bedroom, wanting to cry, but his eyes got wet a few times, and he stopped crying, and put some powder on the mirror and smiled; she liked how uncle treated her. Friendly attitude.Mammy was often dissatisfied with her uncle and aunt, and often said things that displeased them, but she herself always felt like this uncle.

Maybe it's because of the incredible intimacy in the relationship between flesh and blood, maybe it's because of the heart of gratitude to her confidant, Huishi knows that she likes her uncle even more.

The phone rang in the wing.

"Ding House, talk to Dr. Ding? Wait a minute."

Dr. Ding's luck was not bad, he had just won a card three times, he proudly stood up to answer the phone:

"Got it, got it, I'll ask him to send a car to Zhang's house to pick him up later. What?
Want heat medicine?Sha and heatstroke?Tell him to go to Pingji Hospital. "

"It's really hot. Today, there must be a lot of people suffering from heat stroke." The fifth young lady sat on the poker table and smoked, waiting for Doctor Ding to call back. "It's just 99 degrees at two o'clock in the afternoon!" She opened her eyes wide and expressed seriousness.

"It's not so hot in previous years. The weather of 99 degrees is really okay in Peiping."

A guest shakes the sandalwood fan, eager to become a villager.

With a click, Doctor Ding hung up the phone.

By this time, the newspaper office was getting busier, and typesetting workers were sweating and busy in the machine room.

The editor sits at the desk to review the news.The news of this city is delivered from all the districts; the editor took a closer look at the scene where Zhang Zhai’s famous actor sent a play, thinking that just now after eating ice cream with his wife in the market, they encountered a fight on the street, and watched that fight again Therefore, it is natural to write "Yang San, the coachman of Luzhai in Santiao Hutong, Xisi Pailou..." The news described the struggle between Yang San and Wang Kang very beautifully, until "the dispute became a lawsuit".

Looking at some bits and pieces, he couldn't help noticing the section where the porter was killed by cholera for hours, and felt that it was not wise to eat ice cream during the day.

Yang San was worried in the hot and smelly detention center, thinking that the master should have got the news of his accident, why he hadn't tried to bail him out yet.Wang Kang fed the bedbugs in another room and slept carelessly.

"...Where is it, I am Lu's house, please talk to Mr. Wang..." Old Lu has already made several phone calls because of the detention of his foreign car. At the dinner table, he listened to his wife's complaints... Then Yang San is really helpless It looks like he must be drunk again, making trouble twice in three days.

"...That's right, I have something important to do with Mr. Wang. Are you out for dinner? Please ask him to call Lu's house later! Don't forget!"

Could it be that you are bored at home listening to your wife complaining in this hot night?Yang San didn't come back again, and had to go out to hire a car. Lao Lu lay impatiently on the bed and read the newspaper, grabbing a cattail fan with one hand to drive away the mosquitoes.

published in
May 1934 "Xuewen" Volume 5 Issue 1

Model Shadow Zero Chapter＼Clock Green

Zhong Lu is the first beauty in my memory, because a person can never see a few people who can truly deserve the title of "beauty" in his life, so my memory of Zhong Lu is as cherished as someone else's private possession of a famous painting. If I don't show it to others, I will easily not tell them about her.Unless it is a moment of pleasure that makes me boldly and excitedly tell a friend how I once saw a real beauty.

When I was very young, I often heard stories about beautiful women who were unlucky, and this superstition has long been imprinted, as if beauties are always unlucky in their lives.In particular, it was a young woman with a very bleak life experience who first let me know that there are so-called beauties in the world.She is a relative of my family, and the family traditionally considers her the most beautiful person.Even though she had been dead for many years, when talking about her, everyone still had that kind of emotion, and only a beauty can make people feel that kind of emotion after death.Speaking of her, everyone always has some beautiful memories.What my aunt often remembers is that on the day of my grandmother's funeral, this man came to attend the funeral in a white shirt.Because she was a married woman—in fact, she had been widowed for more than a year at that time—according to our village custom, she wore a white veil around her head.Just imagine a face as quiet as a flower; a long and slim figure; a suit of plain clothes; how is it not a wonderful picture to cry about her own poor life experience through a painful funeral?When my aunt talked about her, she still didn't forget to mention how she walked with a unique grace, and how sad and moving she was when she cried.At that time, because I was too young, I couldn't remember seeing this beauty in plain clothes on the day of the funeral, and I felt sad about it many times afterwards.Whenever everyone sits and talks about this person at night, it always makes me exhaust my imagination and meditate until late at night.

Maybe it's because I really don't remember very clearly about her, only relying on the family's legends from time to time, so this relative beauty is a beauty, and I have never doubted it in my heart.After some years, gradually, I am not as ideal as I was when I was a child, and I have doubts in everything, like sand.I always like to say: Peerless beauty, there should always be one or two in the world from time to time, but I have never seen it with my own eyes.This sentence was not canceled until I met Zhong Lu, and I changed it to another sentence: I feel lucky, and I have no doubts in my life, really, to see a beauty.

When I entered XX University in XX city in the United States, Zhong Lu was already an old student who had left that school, but after less than a month in the school, I often heard the name "Zhong Lu". Among the old students, Every time I mentioned the old things in the school, I always thought of her.Without a doubt, she was the most admired figure among them.

(End of this chapter)