Chapter 8-4

On the way to the old house, Qin Fang hesitated for a while and told Si Teng about Shao Yankuan.

Si Teng was quite calm and just asked: "San Concubine?"

"The Third Concubine."

"oh."

Qin Fang looked at Si Teng's face and seemed to be really calm, not to overthrow it. It was said that sorrow is greater than death. This is a complete despair of Shao Yankuan, so he is like a stranger?

The car slowly drove into the small town where the old house was located.

This town has really not changed much in decades. The government's planning is ambitious and is determined to build the central city into an economic leader. Due to the stagnation of development and the relocation of most residents, the town has retained its old appearance. I really don't know whether it is misfortune or luck.

The Qin Fang family was considered a wealthy family back then, and the width of the lintel was more generous than that of the neighbors. When they entered the door, they saw a large weedy yard. A wild cat with a broken tail rushed out of the grass, and suddenly rushed up to the yard wall, arching its thin body and looking at the visitor vigilantly.

Qin Fang said: "I haven't been here for many years, and my parents have settled in Hangzhou for the rest of their generation.

When my grandparents were alive, my family would come back to see each other during festivals. After the old man left, there must be... I haven't been here for more than ten years."

The photos were hung on the gray wall of the side house. The subordinates who Shan Zhigang sent to take the photos were very meticulous. After taking the photos, all the photos were returned to their original positions and the frames were wiped with a rag, which was clean and shiny. Compared with the dilapidated and dusty house, it seemed particularly inconsistent.

Si Teng looked at the family photo studio on the wall for a long time and said, "Your great-grandfather actually doesn't look like a Northwest at all."

Qin Fang also felt so. In the older generation's words, his great-grandmother fought against the engagement of a woman who died of the epidemic in Qinghai. The great-grandmother should be from Qinghai. This trip with Anman went to Qinghai. He saw with his own eyes that the local men were tall, big, thick, and tough. The great-grandmother, round and round, with thin eyebrows and thin eyes. When wearing a long gown, it seemed like the big Ah Fu made from Huishan mud in Wuxi. From head to toe, the local rich man in Jiangnan water town was tuned.

All the photos were re-taken, nothing special. Qin Fang led Si Teng to walk around the house one by one. The parents of this old house were cleaned up for their generation. They had taken away valuable things long ago, leaving only some old furniture that could not be sold and valuable calligraphy and paintings. They only picked up a few old photos as souvenirs, and most of them were left behind. Qin Fang remembered that when he was a child, his mother mentioned it to him once, saying that the old house was gloomy. Those photos were hung on the wall for so many years, and they were scared when they brought them back.

Why are you afraid of those who have died for too many years?

But in the blink of an eye, my mother herself passed away for a long time.

Qin Fang pushed open the door of the backyard bedroom. The door shaft was quacking, and dust fell down. Qin Fang covered his mouth and nose and took two steps back, and said to Si Teng: "This is the bedroom of the great grandfather and great grandma at that time."

Only the empty carved bed, a washbasin shelf, a rocking chair, a broken bookcase, and a painting hanging on the wall.

On the grid of the bookcase, several broken books were thrown away, including "Annotations of the Mountains and Seas", "Commentary on the Legend of the West Chamber", "The University", and "Family Instructions". There were few pages and no collection value. After a little flip, the paper was already yellow and crisp. Some of the pages had handwritten book reviews. The font of Qin Fang's "like chicken feet, like a ghost crawling" was suddenly in his eyes. As he flipped over, a broken page fell to the ground. Si Teng leaned over to pick it up, and suddenly exclaimed when he looked.

"Qin Fang, there is still here."

Qin Fang lowered his head to look at it. There was a book under one of the feet of the bookcase, and most of the books were hidden inside. The corners of the book were close to the feet of the cabinet. It was really difficult to see if you didn't bend down. You knelt down and stretched out your hand to pull it. The bookcase was pressed too heavily and could not be pulled.

I tried to lift the bookcase up again, and I was so tired that I was panting after just a while - it might be better with Si Teng's help, but looking at her cheongsam and slim high heels...

Qin Fang leaned against the bookcase: "I'll brew it, and I'll do it later. You can take a look around first."

With her beside her, it really adds pressure. Although she is a monster, the man tried his best in front of a woman and looked undecent after all. Si Teng nodded and turned around and walked out. Qin Fang let out a long sigh, turned around and tried again, and was so tired that his arms were trembling. Fortunately, his eyes were fast and his hands were quick, and his hands and feet were used. He took advantage of the moment the cabinet was off the ground, and he still hooked the book with his feet.

I picked it up and saw that it was not a book, but a bound booklet. I flipped through the contents, like a diary, or a flowing account, such as "Cooking cocoons and flies today", such as "Half-pig, eight-knives of yellow paper", such as "There are brave people in the village, and I'm shaving in the middle of the night", which is all traditional Chinese, which makes people feel a headache. Qin Fang rolled up and wanted to go out to find Si Teng, but turned his head and found that Si Teng hadn't gone out at all.

She stood in front of the painting hanging on the wall and stared at it strangely.

Is there anything special about this painting?

The painting is about the winter scenery of Leifeng Pagoda in West Lake. The brushwork is not very good. The Leifeng Pagoda was surrounded by bare lights. One river bank divides the picture into two. The top is the Leifeng Pagoda standing alone, and the bottom is the same reflection of Leifeng Pagoda, with a line of words on the side.

The snow is vast, and the afterimage is panicked.

The sun shines on the water, and the bones float on the peaks.

There is another line of small words: In the winter of 1946, I went to the lake with my wife and son, and wrote a play.

Si Teng asked Qin Fang: "If I remember correctly, there is a family photo of your great-grandfather, which was also taken by the West Lake. It was also the winter of 1946. I took my wife and son to visit the lake. If I remember correctly, there is another sentence later: Friend Bai Ying will accompany you, come with joy, and return with all your fun."

Her memory is really good, Qin Fang nodded.

Si Teng said: "I think I am in a good mood if I have fun and do some opera.

Why are these lines of words?

The vastness, afterimage, and sunset are not good signs.

As for the last sentence, why not the bones buried on the peak?

Did the bones be dug out and thrown around?”

Qin Fang didn't understand why the great-grandfather wrote such a few terrible sentences when Youhu was so happy. He handed the booklet to Si Teng: "It's not a book."

Si Teng took it and flipped it. After passing it, he looked at the first page and turned to the last page: "It seems like it was a chore at home that your great-grandfather remembered, intermittently, for several years."

No wonder there is "half-pig, eight-sword yellow paper", which is to kill pigs and worship ancestors?

Qin Fang was not interested, but Si Teng looked carefully. The light in the room was too dark. She looked for a while and then turned outside the door. Qin Fang waited for a while and saw that she was very interested in reading through, so she asked her: "Are you hungry?"

You are not hungry, I want to eat.”

Si Teng waved his hand, which means you are busy with yours.

Qin took a walk around the town and couldn't find a restaurant. There was only a small convenience store, selling fruits at the door. Qin Fang bought two kilograms of apples, washed them at the owner's house, and found a clean plastic bag and carried them back.

Si Teng was still watching, sitting on the steps at the door, she was always fascinated by reading books. Qin Fang sat over and ate apples. When he was about to finish gnawing, he looked up and saw the night cat still huddled on the wall. He suddenly started to play with the fruit core and threw it over and shouted: "Please eat apples!"

The wild cat was afraid that it was because Qin Fang wanted to throw it away with the fruit core, and he meowed and disappeared.

Si Teng said: "Childish."

Qin Fang looked at Si Teng and suddenly remembered something: "How can you read?

Does Qiushan still send you to study?"

A very common problem, Si Teng was stunned for a moment, and paused for a long time before saying, "Shao Yankuan taught."

This answer was really beyond Qin Fang's expectations: "Your man... good friend?"

Si Teng did not answer.

When she first met Qingcheng Mountain, Shao Yankuan asked: "You said your name is Si Teng, can you write your own name?"

He broke the branches and wrote to her on the ground: "It is now the Republic of China, don't believe that a woman has no talent and virtue.

In the future, women should study and go abroad to learn more.

If you can't read, no matter how bright these eyes are, they will be just a half-blind."

At that time, Taoist Master Qiushan was talking in her ears all day long, which was monsters and monsters. How could she hear these?

The first two words she learned to write with Shao Yankuan were "Siteng".

There were so many strokes that were written crookedly, and I was so ashamed that I could paint them off quickly. Shao Yankuan stopped her and said, "The name is like a person's face. The handwriting is not well written. You can practice it slowly. You can become a human being. Every step must be steady and steady, and then you can be correct."

At that time, he was just a young scholar and was full of enthusiasm. Perhaps he returned to the city, and was also a progressive young man who was often seen in film and television dramas. He was excited to be democratic and free.

What changes happened later?

In the Shili foreign market, Shili dyed vat, we met again, and the layer of light faded from his eyes, and his eyes were filled with four words: wine, sex, wealth and energy.

She remembered everything he said, but he forgot it himself.

Qin put it in front of her and waved his hand: "Si Teng?"

Si Teng came to her senses, lowered her eyes, avoided Qin Fang's inquiring gaze, and handed him the book in her hand: "The line of words on the drawing was written by your great-grandfather, but not by him."

"What your great-grandfather remembers are straightforward vernacular, but the words are elegant, and the feelings in it seem to come from a woman.

Is your grandma also aware of writing and stating?”

Qin Fang shook his head: "I can't recognize many great-grandmother's big words."

He read the booklet a little more. In fact, it was not too "vernacular". It was just compared to those few sentences. There were a few pages folded to the corners. He remembered that there was no such thing at the beginning, and it should have been folded by Si Teng.

——"For three consecutive months, the accounts are difficult to settle, and the family is worried, waiting for the rice to be put into the pot.

My wife and brother came to the door several times to ask for borrowing, and was in a dilemma.

Fortunately, Miss Bai pleaded for love and finally got the best of her."

——"The person is palpitations and qi stagnant, Bai Ying gives medicine, and the doctor in Shanghai does have unique skills."

——"Wild wolf ran to the suburbs of the town and thought it was wrong. Last night, Liu lost his grandson. He heard that the door was wide open and his claws were sealed. Bai Ying suggested that he urgently ask his subordinates to close the door at night and raise the wall of the courtyard."

——"Half a pig, eight knifes of yellow paper.

My wife and uncle still feel that they are not enough, but people are as kind as they are! If you marry someone, you will not marry someone else's family!"

...

Miss Bai and Bai Ying recalled the previous inscriptions from Youhu. It seems that Miss Bai is very close to her great-grandfather, but it seems that she has never heard her elders mention this name.

Si Teng asked: "What did you see?"

"Do you mean Miss Bai?"

"What else?"

"Ms. Bai is a doctor?

Doctors in Shanghai...doctors in Shanghai?"

Si Teng shook her head, and she reached over, her index finger nails streaked through the two sentences "My wife and brother come to the door several times to ask for borrowing" and "My wife and uncle still feel that it is not enough to marry one person, not one clan", leaving a deep mark on the page of the paper.

Qin Fang didn't react for a moment: "My great-grandfather had a bad relationship with his grandmother's family at that time?"

This is not surprising. A bowl of water is always unfair. The family is just a dispute about one point of more or less.

Si Teng smiled: "Qin Fang, you are a mystery to the authorities."

"According to your words, your grandmother is from Jinghua County, Sichuan Province. She was moved to Nangqian because of the famine. Her family died and she was the only one left. Later, she followed her husband to do business in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Where did your brother-in-law and brother-in-law come from?

Marrying one person is not a family. Since you complain so much, it means that your grandmother’s family is indeed a family with a lot of denim.
Chapter completed!