Closing Chapter There is a small brothel in the town
Exiting the southern city gate of Qishan County and walking up the thirty-six-mile mountain road, you will see a small but complete town.
There used to be a large lopsided locust tree at the entrance of the town. Sophora rice pancakes and locust flower porridge were used by many people in the town to eat to satisfy their hunger during lean years. It rained one night in spring, and there were several thunders and lightning flashes. The next day,
In the morning, when the farmers in the town picked up their hoes and got up early to go to the fields, they saw only broken branches and debris all over the ground, and most of the blackened locust trees were leaning this way and that even more.
Some people said that the locust tree was dead after being struck by lightning, so it would be better to cut it back and use it as firewood. Therefore, the oldest man in the town couldn’t tell how many dead branches of the locust tree had been picked up today.
, it will simply be cut off tomorrow, and when we look again tomorrow, we will see that a few rogue idle men hired by others have carried axes and saws, and after a few days, only the tree stump larger than the millstone and the broken branches and leaves on the ground are left.
Is this your hometown? It seems that there is no locust tree like you mentioned.
The woman in green clothes and wooden hairpin slowly lowered the car curtain and murmured.
There are no valuable products in the town, and there are naturally a lot of wild products and game, but most of them can't afford to eat. Not many merchants in Jiangzhou and Qishan counties are willing to walk for several hours to earn a meager amount of money.
So in this town where the weather is good every year, although the residents are not worried about making a living, there are still not many wealthy families. What happens is that among the few wealthy families, the men from the Qian family are the ones that everyone in the town knows about.
Xiao Qian Er Ye, the direct descendant of an old martial arts master in the county, Qian Er Ye brought a young boy back to Qingshan. Everyone in the town originally thought that these two people would achieve great success after coming out of the mountain.
, However, things went against expectations. Within two years, the Zhang family in Qishan County, which was once in the limelight, became a street rat, and even those two people were among the key criminals wanted by the government.
Even though no one in the town seriously believed that the young man would become the criminal thief mentioned in the official list after he came out of the mountain, but there was a bright red official seal stamped on the black and white paper, so they couldn't help but not believe it.
A few idle men chatting at the entrance of the town saw the carriage from a distance and the startling glance. They all craned their necks to look at it intently. But the beauty inside the carriage never let them see it again.
There was a chance to look, and the coachman only glanced sideways, which made several idle men hurriedly look away, but they were still numb from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
What a murderous look
After the cart entered the town and drove away, the frightened idlers no longer wanted to talk, but they all thought of the four people in the small brothel. It seemed that they came not long ago, but now they think of it as if they were a lifetime ago.
This is not Huizhou, it is not Gelutai, and it is not a place where you can easily kill people. The woman in Qingyi has a calm voice, and you can leave when you get to your residence.
But what the elders mean is...
I am no longer from there. Her words were unquestionable and firm. She would send me there and then leave without any criticism from them.
The carriage stopped for a moment as it passed the most prosperous house in the town in the past. The bright copper door knocker had not been wiped for a long time and was already extremely dull. The woman opened a crack in the curtain in the car and stretched out her hand in the distance, like
To knock on the door.
After a long time, she slowly retracted her hand, and the carriage continued to move along the road.
Then she went to see the most dilapidated thatched hut in the whole town, as well as the tomb that was buried in a very remote place.
There was no one in that house or in the hut, which she expected.
Yes, the poor and humble are miserable. Who will remember the joys and sorrows of these people? Life and death are just as ordinary as yellow leaves falling to the ground.
But there was a person beside the tomb.
The common people in the town, where the merchants from outside the mountains were still spending their money on farmland, buried the poor couple. It was not that unexpected, but
If it is not the Qingming Festival, how can anyone pay homage?
The dark-skinned and tall young farmer looked at the slowly approaching carriage with some confusion and wariness. There should not be so many carriages in the county that could be counted on one hand, let alone in this town.
Wrong place at the wrong time.
At his feet were a bamboo basket and a coarse porcelain bowl for serving vegetables and rice. When he glanced at it, he caught a glimpse of a stone not far away that seemed to be handy and could be used as a weapon, and he felt a little more at ease.
The couple in the grave were the parents of his only friend. They both died in their dreams two years ago, and the couple from the county government office could not find out why.
The couple, who lived in a bare house, had nothing left behind. The wealthy family in the town paid for the burial, and he was also one of the coffin bearers.
The carriage stopped there at a distance, as if it had no intention of coming forward for the time being. The young farmer, who suppressed his doubts, put out three bowls of food with some oil and meat. Today, the old man at home is feeling better and has strength.
After swallowing two more mouthfuls of food, he cut a dozen pieces of meat, put it into a bamboo basket, took a pile of yellow paper with him, and went up the mountain.
He couldn't afford wine and incense, so he separated out half a pile of yellow paper and pressed it with a stone in front of the grave. He placed two pairs of chopsticks on the bowl and talked to himself about some things in the town. For example, this year's harvest would probably not be good.
Oops, the town said they were opening a shop, but they didn’t know what they were selling. The gentleman in the book school was teased by a naughty boy again yesterday. The shopkeeper in the wine shop touched the hand of his wife who was serving the spoon and was hit by two people who beat her head to pieces.
....
The young farmer talked about all the recent big and small things in the town, and finally took a peek at the carriage that was still there, and said bitterly, it was very similar to the team of carriages that entered the mountain.
The young farmer stood up and put away his bowls and chopsticks. He put away his fear and carried the bamboo basket. It was still early and he had time to go to his husband's grave. Although the old scholar who was famous for being harsh had beaten him many times.
He was a cunning person, but after all, he was the gentleman who taught him to write his name crookedly. Like his friend, he was one of the few people in the world who treated him sincerely. He had no reason not to respect him.
Wu Tongqian smiled mockingly to himself. His warning just now was completely unreasonable. With his status, he was dead in the grave, so what was there to plan for?
Nowadays, when people in the town occasionally talk about his friend, the most common saying is that his heart is as high as the sky and his life is as thin as paper. He learned the skills of three punches and two kicks, and then he ate the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard, and how much money he has.
Such a big disaster happened outside the mountain, and both of them died. Their families had to pay for the sins they had done...
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Many Wu Tongqian heard what he said, and many got into fights over it. After inflicting blows on the heads of several people, he squatted in the prison room of the county town and got slapped again and again. Those who gossiped were afraid of his unreasonableness.
After the earthquake, most of them stopped mentioning the matter, and those relatives who used to move around frequently stopped visiting each other.
Should I go out into the mountains like him? At least when I am old, I can have some things to recall and leave some traces in the world, so as not to come naked and leave empty.
Wu Tongqian was thoughtful.
....
There are no big locust trees at the head of the town, but there is still a small brothel at the end of the town.
The naked man huddled in a corner of the bamboo building. His body was covered with old and new scars criss-crossing his body. Many of the newly healed wounds were still pink and red.
The man looks young, and his body and limbs are strong and powerful after years of martial arts training. At this moment, he is like a frightened little beast. He buries his head deeply between his knees, hugs his knees with his arms, and raises his head slightly from time to time, looking at him in fear.
A woman in green clothes a few steps away.
She walked slowly towards him, but he had nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape, so he could only shrink himself smaller, and then smaller, as small as a mustard seed.
Covering his ears tightly and closing his eyes, he didn't know what to do
After a long time, when she slowly opened her eyes, she was still there, just squatting down and stretching out her hand.
He seemed to suddenly no longer be afraid. He held the warm and soft hand tightly and refused to let go for a long time.
....
The man caressed the furnishings in the bamboo building, and some images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, only for a moment, and then he had a splitting headache.
He knew that this was a place where he had stayed for a long time, and sometimes the revolving picture was a little clearer.
Bamboo house, woman.
The extremely beautiful woman in the bamboo house smiled and called his name.
His head hurt again... He gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure the more severe pain in order to recall more things.
The thinned woman in green clothes was not far behind him, smiling lightly, a little happy and a little sad.
....
The sky is full of wind and rain, when you go down from a tall building, blood splashes ink, cold light comes and goes, and swords are wrong.
He remembered more things, and the flood of memories made him almost suffocated. Every time at this time, she would always be by his side, rescuing him like a drowning man.
A man thinks this must be someone very close to him. If not, how could he treat him so well?
....
Is this my hometown? The man asked the woman next to him when he walked out of the brothel for the first time. He held her hand tightly, and his palms were sweaty.
After receiving a positive answer, he walked with her in the mountains. At first, he was walking on thin ice with fear, and then he walked faster and faster. Finally, he pulled her and ran wildly in the mountains, laughing as they ran, and the birds were frightened by them.
These were the flowers and birds of his hometown, the vegetation of his hometown, and the green hills of his hometown. He began to become familiar with them all as if he had become familiar with his own limbs not long ago, and he was filled with joy.
Before going down the mountain, he picked some flowers, woven them into a ring, and put it on her head.
She is laughing.
....
The semi-black and transparent paste like black jade was placed on the candle fire to burn, and while sniffing the wisps of Ranran cigarette smoke, the bloodless woman's face finally turned a sickly flush.
Without external assistance, she could hardly hold on.
In the most secluded place in the bamboo house, I waited until late at night to light the incense. I didn't expect that I couldn't avoid it.
Holding back the numbness and fatigue that penetrated her bones, she thought about the words to argue, but when she raised her head and saw his eyes, she was startled.
I remembered everything, he whispered.
So? Her eyes are blurred, are you going to kill me?
He shook his head, rushed out the door, and never looked back.
She covered her face with her hands and seemed to be crying and laughing.
Ten years ago, the locust trees were in full bloom.
Ten years later, there are no more sophora flowers.
Complete book
The grass and trees may wither and flourish, and the mountains and rivers may encounter each other. Dear gentlemen, we will see each other again in the future.
The new book is called "The Pawn" and is scheduled to be released in the middle of next year