Before He An could reach the door of his house, he saw a ray of light coming from inside the house. Pushing open the ajar door, there was a lamp like a bean. Under the lamp, a figure with his back to him was sitting on a bench, pouring himself a drink. It was his uncle He Kui.
There are two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table, half a bowl of white porridge, two heads of garlic, and a plate of kidney beans. Hearing He An's footsteps, He Kui raised his head and drank a drink without turning his head and said, "Why are you coming back so late? The porridge in the stove is cold. I'll heat it up for you."
He Anxin's head warmed up, and he sat down on the bench next to He Kui. He took out the chicken legs wrapped in reed leaves from his arms, put them on the plate of kidney beans and said, "Uncle, this is... Dazhi asked me to bring it to you." Yes, what goes with the wine!" After saying that, he smiled shyly, took the wine cup from He Kui's hand, and poured a full glass, "You sit down and drink slowly, I will do the small things like hot porridge myself!"
"That bastard Dazhi, he hasn't been here for a while!" He Kui raised his glass and took a sip, twitching the corner of his mouth.
The light reflected half of He Kui's face, flickering on and off. He was about forty years old, with an unshaven beard and long black and gray hair tied up in a bun and hanging casually.
His eyes were deep and melancholy, and there was a scar on the left side of his face as he looked away. The scar is thin and long. Strangely, not only does it not disfigure the face, but it adds a bit of wild and unruly temperament to the whole person.
He An brought hot porridge from the kitchen and sat down next to He Kui to eat. He Kui drank another glass of wine, picked up the chicken leg, peeled off the reed leaves, and put it in He An's bowl.
"You are growing taller, eat more." After He Kui said this, he picked up a kidney bean with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
Under the light, He An turned his head and found that his uncle had a few white hairs on his temples...
After the meal, He An washed the dishes, tidied up, and told He Kui about the interesting things that happened in the private school in the past few days. When I heard He An talking about a new teacher named Fang, he came from Luoyang Zhixingyuan in Kyoto. A strange look flashed across He Kui's eyes, and He An mentioned that this teacher usually didn't talk much, and the martial arts principles he taught were somewhat similar to what his uncle usually taught...
He Kui nodded, looking at He An's handsome and childish face, a majestic figure could not help but appear in his mind... The sound of killing was loud with the banging of war drums, and the sky was full of arrows like locusts, facing the enemies with spears and halberds. The army charged into the battle, and the horses and horses joined forces. The strange woman was always walking beside him, wearing a red cloak with sweat on her temples, waving her swords vigorously, like a burning cloud of fire...
He Kui shook his head and pushed the thoughts away from his mind. A loving look flashed in his eyes. He stroked He An's head with his big hand and said warmly: "Zhixingyuan is famous all over the world. This teacher must be outstanding. You should follow him and learn from him." It's getting late, go get some rest early, I'll go feed the horses." After saying that, he stood up, took one left leg, slowly dragged the other leg, and opened the door...
His right leg is disabled and he is actually a lame.
I went to school the next day. In the morning, I was taught by a teacher named Ding Wenxiu, who was teaching "Xiaoya·Lu Ming Zhi Shi". When he said, "In the past, I left, and the willows lingered. Now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are falling." Fan Dazhi chuckled twice. Fortunately, the teacher did not notice.
In the afternoon, as usual, the old master taught "The Book of Rites of the University". Fan Dazhi didn't sleep this time. He stared out the window absentmindedly, occasionally stealing glances at He An... After finally getting to the school, a group of children dispersed in an instant. .
He An and Fan Dazhi slipped to the bank of Hanshui River, stepped on the soft grass by the river, and watched the ripples of the river and the cool breeze.
Fan Dazhi said excitedly: "He An, we are going to catch a big fish later and grill it directly. I'm ready." After saying this, the guy actually took out a fire folding bag from his pocket, and then took out a small oil paper bag. When he opened it, he found green salt grains, ground chili pepper, cumin powder and other condiments.
He An said with both laughter and laughter: "You know how to eat all day long. Yesterday you stole half a roast chicken and your father discovered it, right? Did he beat you?" Fan Dazhi scratched his head and said with a smile: "My father was just pretending. In fact, He couldn't bear to hit me."
As the two talked, they found the rope tied to the root of the tree yesterday. He An first pulled up a fish basket. As soon as the drained and wet fish basket was pulled onto the river bank, Fan Dazhi hurriedly put his face up to it and stared at it for a long time with his butt sticking out. He turned the fish basket over and over, and poured out a stone. A broken chicken bone and a lively river shrimp the size of an index finger.
Fan Dazhi smashed the bar and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity that such a big basket only caught one shrimp. But... the grilled shrimp tastes great, um... it would be even better if there were a few more."
After saying that, he caught the river shrimp into the fish basket, then kicked the stone into the river with a flying kick, causing a "pop" sound and a few splashes of water.
He An went to pull another fish basket, and when he pulled it, it felt extremely heavy. He said urgently: "Dazhi, come and help!"
Fan Dazhi cheered and ran quickly to grab the rope with He An. The two of them worked together to pull, and as soon as the water came out of the fish basket, they saw the tail of the fish in the basket swinging, causing water to splash everywhere, and the rope was stretched straight.
Fan Dazhi shouted happily, and he and He An laboriously pulled the fish basket ashore. They poured out two large carps that weighed three or four kilograms. The two fat fish flipped and jumped on the ground. He An held them down hard, their huge tails slapping the ground in vain.
The fish basket then rolled out a pressing stone, a herring more than a foot long and a brown-skinned crab the size of a fist. The crab bulged its eyes, raised its two pairs of big furry claws, and showed off its power to Fan Dazhi.
"Fuck you!" Fan Dazhi laughed and scolded, stretched out a foot, and tried to kick. The crab quickly crossed the grass on the bank, slipped into the river, spit out a bunch of bubbles, and disappeared...
The sky was getting dark, and the firelight shone on Fan Dazhi's face. He stared at the grilled fish on the fire with fascination, salivating. The fish was dressed with willow branches, the tail was rolled up, and the fish body was already browned. When He An wasn't paying attention, Fan Dazhi secretly grabbed a piece of meat from the fin and put it in his mouth hurriedly. It was so hot that he breathed cold air...
The two grilled two fat carps. He An ate less than half of them, and most of the rest went into Fan Dazhi's stomach. He An carefully cut off half of the fish meat, wrapped it in reed leaves, and prepared to bring it to Miao Feifei.
Miao Feifei is the daughter of Aunt Liu, a tailor shop in the village. She is similar in age to He An. The two grew up playing in the mud together. Now that they are getting older and He An attends a private school, they see each other less often. But the children are childhood sweethearts after all, and their friendship has only grown.
Fan Dazhi burped, laughed again, and joked with He An: "I thought you brought grilled fish to Uncle He, but it turns out it's Feifei...Yangliu Yiyi, let me think about it now, the rain and snow are falling, the seedlings are falling, I miss Miao Feifei." At the end of the sentence, the guy deliberately pinched his throat and screamed, his tone was extremely vulgar.
It suddenly dawned on He An that when the teacher was teaching "Plucking Wei" in the morning, this guy was laughing stupidly for no reason, but it was because he was thinking of Miao Feifei.
He An washed his hands by the river, shook off the water stains on his hands, and said seriously: "I heard that Sun Erniang from Youfang in the east of the village is very fond of you. She said that although you are a bit greedy and fat, She is quite honest. She has already asked a matchmaker to discuss with your father several times. When the Spring Festival comes, she will get you engaged to his Huniu. When the time comes, as your new uncle, don’t forget to treat me, your eldest brother, to a drink. Wedding wine."
Fan Dazhi's face turned pale when he heard this, and he couldn't help but shudder when he thought of Sun Erniang, a well-known and shrewd woman in the village, and her freckle-faced daughter Huniu. He said doubtfully: "He An, don't talk nonsense. I'll go back and ask my father. If this is really the case, I...I...I would rather die than obey."
He An laughed and said that his uncle He Kui missed Fan Dazhi very much after not seeing him for many days. Fan Dazhi slapped his thigh and said, go, go, and I will go back with you tonight.
As they talked, they doused the charcoal fire with water and threw the remaining fish bones into the river. Fan Dazhi tied the big herring around his waist with a straw rope and took the lead in clearing the way with steps that he would never recognize.
The two of them walked under the big locust tree at the head of the village. He An followed Fan Dazhi and just as he stepped into the threshold of his house, Fan Dazhi's father flew over with a rag. Fan Dazhi turned his head to avoid it and hit He An in the face.
"You bastard, if you come back so late, you won't have anything to eat!" Fan's father scolded him. When he saw He An clearly behind Fan Dazhi, his face turned red.
He An pulled off the rag with a strong sour smell on his face and said hello to Fan Youfu. Fan's father invited He An to sit down for tea with a smile. He turned around and saw the herring like a knife hanging from his son's waist. His face sank. Just as he was about to have an attack, Fan Dazhi lowered his head and held the fish in his hands. His father said in a sullen voice: "He An caught it... specially to honor you."
Fan's father immediately said with a smile on his face: "Oh... Xiao An, how can this make it happen, oh my! Look at you, you are young and so polite, you are much more ambitious than our family..." Fan's father said He praised He An and glared at his son.
Fan Dazhi turned into a dull gourd again in front of his father. Sitting blankly on the stool, he first fell into trance like an old monk, and then he kept rubbing his fingers, as if his two fingers were stained with filth that could never be washed away.
When Fan Youfu turned around and took the herring to the kitchen, Fan Dazhi suddenly came to life again. He rummaged through the cabinets and found a wine jug, opened his own wine vat, sifted out a jug full of wine, put it in his arms, and said hello to his father. Pull He An and run away.
Fan Dazhi's house is considered the liveliest area in the village, next to the big locust tree. A line of shops along the street, in addition to the Fan family's tavern, there is also Zhang Laoshi's blacksmith shop, and Uncle Wang's tofu mill. Walk along the rows of low houses to the end, and around the corner is a tailor shop, where Miao Feifei's family lives. .
The door of the tailor's shop was closed, and the two of them saw through the decaled window that the lights were on in the room. Miao Feifei and her mother, Miao Liu, were cutting fabric samples with a scissor cloth ruler under the light. There was a bamboo basket beside her. There are piles of spinning wheels, spindles, rags and other needles and threads inside.
Miao Feifei was lying on the table beside her, holding a brush in her hand and smearing on a piece of white paper. Her pen-holding posture was wrong, and the words she wrote were crooked. She was secretly angry while writing when she heard He An calling to her softly outside.
Miao Feifei's eyes lit up, she threw down her brush and jumped up to open the door. After a moment's hesitation, she turned around and ran to the dressing mirror. She looked around, took a look at her bangs on her forehead, turned around and ran to Next to his mother, Mrs. Miao Liu, she was rummaging around in the basket, searching for something.
Mrs. Miao Liu rolled her eyes and smiled meaningfully. Miao Feifei pretended not to see it, found what she wanted, turned around and left in a hurry.
He An gave the grilled fish to Miao Feifei. Seeing that it was getting late, he turned around and left. Miao Feifei suddenly stopped him, took out a handkerchief from her arms and said: "Brother He, this is a new handkerchief I learned from my mother, and I give it to you. My craftsmanship is not good, so you must not dislike it. And... My mother agreed, and I will go to a private school tomorrow. I went to the school with my mother at noon to register my name, and Mr. Xi also gave me a pen and rice paper."
There were not many girls in the private school, and He An had always regretted that this childhood playmate could not study. Unexpectedly, Miao Feifei actually convinced her mother, and she couldn't help but be happy for her, and said excitedly: "Okay, Dazhi and I will go to school with you tomorrow." After saying that, she took the handkerchief handed over by Miao Feifei. It was bulging and felt warm in the palm of her hand. When she opened the handkerchief, she found a hard-boiled brown egg.
Miao Feifei glanced at Fan Dazhi and said apologetically: "Brother Dazhi, I didn't know you were here too, so I didn't have time to do too much with the handkerchief... Next time, I'll give you some supplies next time, okay?"
Fan Dazhi hid aside, and Miao Feifei suddenly talked to him, her face turned red instantly. Fortunately, she couldn't see clearly at night. He murmured: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Miao Feifei looked at Fan Dazhi's cowardly look, covered her mouth with a smile, turned around and went back to the house.
At night, the moon and stars were sparse, illuminating the road as if it were daytime. After passing the village ancestral hall, along a row of willow trees, and crossing two alleys, the two rows of low thatched houses and a stable at the east end of the alley are He An's home.
There was no light in the room, and He An was secretly wondering. He pushed open the ajar door, and just as he stepped into the threshold with one foot, there was a "whoosh" in the darkness, and a strong wind blew in his face.
He An turned his head, retracted his abdomen, raised his palms, bent his knees, blocked his elbows, and swept his legs. He listened to the wind to identify his position in the dark. He instantly dodged or blocked several attacks. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his lower abdomen and took two steps back after being beaten. …
"Yes, it's rare to be able to take ten of my moves!" As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the room came on, and a person was sitting on a bench, holding an eyebrow-level stick. It was his uncle He Kui.
