Chapter Seven The Mysterious Person My Father Asked to Find
I said "hmm" and said nothing more. Judging from the number of entries recorded, there are about one hundred and twenty of my grandfather's notes. The dates are from July 1985 to October 1987, which is more than two years.
There are only more than a hundred entries. From this point of view, my grandfather’s diary writing style is not to write every day, but to pick out the important ones. This may not be called a diary, but a summary of major events. By Shui Yueqing
After organizing it into a word document again, it took about thirty pages.
Looking at this thick stack of paper, I sincerely said to Shui Yueqing: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay, this is for me too!" Shui Yueqing said naturally: "Let me see, you can read the above things tomorrow. You have been working hard all day today. Go back and rest early."
"Okay, I'm really tired today." I handed the papers to Shui Yueqing again: "Just put them in your bag and give them to me when you get back."
Da Zhuang put a piece of fire into his mouth, took a sip of pumpkin porridge, and squinted his eyes with enjoyment and asked: "Long live, where does that man live?"
"Nanluogu Lane, Heizhima Hutong, No. 56." I took out the note, read it over, and handed it to Da Zhuang.
Da Zhuang glanced at it and praised: "Oh, it's hidden deep enough. It's not easy to find this place, but fortunately, Master Zhuang, I've been there before, so I should be able to almost touch it. Okay, let me sleep tonight
Have a good sleep, I'll take you to play in the alley tomorrow. Eat quickly, don't delay Mr. Zhuang's sleep."
"Don't you know it's rude to urge a lady to eat quickly?" Shui Yueqing retorted while eating.
"Hey, everything about women and men is the same in my eyes, there is no difference." Da Zhuang seemed to hate girls saying such things, so he seemed annoyed every time.
Shui Yueqing couldn't tell whether this was a scholar meeting Bing Youli, so he had to lower his head and finish the rest quickly. After eating, the three of them found three single rooms in the Imperial College to sleep.
It was just before seven o'clock in the morning, and Shui Yueqing hurriedly knocked on the door. After cleaning up, the three of them rented three bicycles nearby, and the two of them, led by Da Zhuang, shuttled through the famous old Beijing alleys.
Get up. Walking all the way, what I saw was what the old Beijinger said: There are three thousand and six famous alleys, and countless unknown alleys. Da Zhuang can only name a few of the more famous ones.
He doesn't know most of them. Just like what the writer Wang Zengqi wrote in "Hutong Culture": The city of Beijing is like a big piece of tofu, with all directions in four directions. There are streets and alleys in the city. The streets and alleys are all due south and north.
, due east and west.
However, under the impact of the commodity economy, these alleys have gradually been abandoned by people. Except for a few "house gates" that are still standing there, most of the houses are dilapidated, and some foundations have even sunk. Only half of them are still standing.
They are exposed on the ground. Outside the gates of some quadrangles, there are still preserved horse-tying posts and horse-mounting stones that have lost their original shape, recording the lost glory. There are wells that cannot be pumped for water, and stone chessboards with rounded edges for people to pay homage to.
The west wind is still shining, the grass has fallen away, and everything is desolate and lifeless.
The three of them walked for an unknown amount of time, and finally turned into a small alley in an even more depressed area. Da Zhuang looked at the photos above and breathed a sigh of relief: "We're here, this is Black Sesame Alley, I'm still here
I thought I had passed by."
I took a quick look and found that this alley was only over 250 meters long and no more than 5 meters wide. There were relatively short courtyard houses on both sides. The three of them followed the house number and finally found a small but not very small restaurant deep in the alley.
I knocked on the door of the dilapidated courtyard, and after waiting for a while, a burly man in his early thirties suddenly came out. He also wore very fashionable sunglasses, which seemed a bit out of place with the dilapidated courtyard in front of him!
"Who are you looking for?" the big man asked angrily.
"I'm looking for the owner of this house." As I spoke, I stretched out my palm and let him look at the ring on my finger.
The big man smiled coldly at me: "The old owner of this house is no longer here, you'd better look elsewhere. By the way, don't show off with a ring on. There's nothing wrong with keeping a low profile." After that, he closed the door.
"Who are you talking about!" Da Zhuang squeezed me away and stood in front of me. The two of them were about the same size, so neither of them was afraid of the other: "Don't think that wearing sunglasses means you are a panda!"
Shui Yueqing hurriedly stepped forward, stopped Da Zhuang, and asked politely: "I'm sorry, where is the old owner of this family?"
The man glanced at Shui Yueqing and pointed downward: "Go down there."
"Your mother!" Da Zhuang cursed, and punched the man's sunglasses with his fist: "I let you, a bitch, pretend to be a national treasure!" I also suppressed my anger, and rushed forward, kicking him in the face.
The man was kicked in the waist!
"Stop!" The three of them had just finished a move when they suddenly heard a scream coming from the small courtyard. It was a girl, who sounded like she was in her early twenties: "Brother, bring them in!" After saying that, he turned around and returned to the house.
I only saw a figure from the back. She had a great figure and fair skin. She was somewhat similar to Wu Jiayi, but with a little more tenderness and quality.
"Humph! Let's go!" The man shook off his strong hand and immediately walked into the house: "Xiao Xu, you have to take care of yourself, your health is important!"
Soon the girl's soft but somewhat feeble voice came: "Sometimes something must happen in life. It's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. Now that I'm here, I'm destined to be the right one."