Chapter 17 fourteen

Mr. Sheng's is throwing a party! This news, like a rumor that spread like wildfire, has been spreading in every corner of our hidden underground country in Taipei City since the morning.From Bade Road to Zhongshan North Road, from Zhongshan North Road to Ximending, from Ximending across the Danshui River to Sanchong Town, and then back again, it fell into the hot, smelly and filthy dead end of Wanhua Sanshui Street.On the street, in the alley, in the basement of Savage, on the back seat of Xin Nanyang, of course, in the end, we gathered in our old nest park. Everyone met each other, smiled heartily, passed on and confirmed each other:

Sheng Gong is throwing a party again. Section 2 of Bade Road. Ten o'clock at night. At ten o'clock, an alley in the second section of Bade Road was already full of bicycles, motorcycles, and one or two cars.Sheng Gong's two-story garden house looked dim from the outside, and the door light was not turned on.The building is up and down, the doors and windows are closed, and the curtains are lowered.When outsiders see it, they will think that the people in the house have already rested, and the lights are all extinguished.No one would notice that a secret party was going on in full swing in that very quiet and orderly mansion.Only when I approached the living room did I hear the faint laughter of human voices and melodious orchestral strings.At the entrance of the living room, rows and rows are already filled with all kinds of shoes, including old-fashioned raw leather shoes with pointed toes and laces, white leather shoes with small holes, and sports shoes that smell of glue. shoes, and a few pairs of naked high-heeled clogs.The living room of Sheng Gong's house is very spacious and can accommodate forty or fifty people, but the inside is so dark that it is crowded with people's heads.The big chandelier in the center of the living room rotates out red, green and purple lights, accompanied by the heartbreaking tango rhythm played by the record player. It turns into a huge living room, like a big water tank, with various waves and waves. .A person's body and face are sometimes red and sometimes green, like a group of colorful tropical fish, floating and sinking in the colorful water waves.The people inside were all raising their throats, shouting, laughing and jumping, but no one could hear anyone's words clearly, because the two and a half ton air-conditioner in the living room was running at full power, and the jets were roaring, blowing people away. Speak and laugh, suppress it.The doors and windows were closed tightly, and there was a pure and thick masculine smell brewing in the living room.

The protagonist, Sheng Gong, sits on a sandalwood grand master chair on the raised stage at one end of the living room, condescending, with his old eyes open, looking at the group of warm youthful bodies with interest and helplessness, not even for a moment. Ken was bouncing and leaping in peace.Sheng Gong wore a black silk Hong Kong shirt, with a drunken begonia flower embroidered on the left breast pocket, and the remaining wisps of thin hair on his head were well combed and covered the top of his head.Because of years of rheumatism, Duke Sheng's back was so painful that it bent into a bow, and the back was lined with two soft, puffy black velvet cushions.Sheng Gong's Wannianqing Film Company has just released a literary film "Spirit and Flesh", which caused a sensation in Hong Kong and Taiwan and set a box office record in recent years.Sheng Gong was so excited that he held a party to celebrate the success of "Spirit and Body". Even the theme song "Broken Heart Flower" in the movie won a big prize.Sheng Gong is indeed generous to us.Often for no reason, he would call a banquet and let us eat happily. He was sandwiched between us, patted our backs, and said: Eat as much as you can, child.Like me, I can't even chew a rib.Sheng Gong has a mouthful of dentures, and can only eat steamed eggs with shrimps and chicken blood tofu.Sheng Gong likes to tell stories about his past glory. He used to be a pillar of Tianyi Company in Shanghai, and he had acted with Xu Lai and Wang Renmei.He said that Xu Lai was the most beautiful, as expected of a standard beauty.He showed us his old stills, and we all laughed.Sheng Gong resentfully shouted: What are you laughing at?Don't you believe this is me?We really don't believe that the young and handsome man in the photo, with sharp eyebrows and eyes, will turn into an ugly old man with a shrunken mouth and hunchback.At the last grand public party, after we finished eating and drinking, everyone dispersed in crowds and groups, and no one would stay to accompany Sheng Gong for a midnight snack, drink red dates and longan soup, and listen to the old stories he told and told.In the empty living room, Sheng Gong slumped alone on the grand master's chair. On the coffee table, cigarette corpses and wine jars, sugar paper melon seed shells, piled up like a mountain.Sheng Gong suddenly became sad, shed two old tears, and sighed to Coach Yang:

Fatty Yang, old and childless, is desolate after all. Coach Yang is Sheng Gong's only confidant, and only he can understand Sheng Gong's emotion. Forget it, Duke Sheng, Coach Yang comforted him, raising a son without being filial is futile! That piece of material is not bad, Sheng Gong turned to Instructor Yang sitting on the stool on the left hand and said, he was looking into the eyes of the old man, pointing to a young man in a red tights in the crowd.The boy's figure is very handsome, with long legs and slender waist, an inverted triangle body, a broad chest, and two pectoral muscles that protrude arrogantly.The young man raised his face and head, looked left and right, with a look of madness that was defiant, all piled on the corners of his mouth that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.Sheng Gong knows people, Lin Tian, ​​the leading actor in "Spirit and Flesh", once he was promoted, he immediately rose to the top, shining brightly.

Is that a joke? Instructor Yang tapped the young man in red with a fan, tilted his head, leaned into Duke Sheng's ear, and told a story about the young man: Hua Guobao, everyone calls him Hua Sao Bao, he loves to show off the muscles he has trained in the gym all day long.After a year of art college, he thought he was a movie star, and he was an extremely crazed and slippery boy.However, people are extremely intelligent and talented, which is really a piece of material!see?Who is he, who follows him at every step, wearing a Parisian hat?It's Yangfeng, "City of Sadness" and "Heartbreak", that old red boy from the foreground film.He was behind Xiaohua all day long, as if he was chasing his own shadow.In the past two years, Yang Feng's soul must have been worn away by him, for him to eat, to live in, and to study.Hua Guobao said coldly: "I don't care about it!"

The mouse scurried around in the crowd, snatched the unopened package of Changshou from the tea table without anyone noticing it, stuffed it quickly into the back pocket of the trousers, and squeezed it to the marble-topped Eight Immortals table, From a vermilion lacquered four-color candy box, he grabbed a large handful of chocolates wrapped in gold and silver paper, and was about to put them in his breast pocket, but Lu Siwu, who was in the cornucopia, grabbed his hand.The mouse grinned with scorched teeth and said with a helpless smile: Master Lu, do you want some candy?Fatty Lu smiled like a happy Buddha, with his big belly pressing against the mouse's chest: "Candy, I don't want to eat it, I want to gnaw your bones!"

Wu Min's face became even paler. He retreated to a far corner of the living room, dodged behind the ebony screen with the swastika, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.The bandage on his left hand hadn't been removed yet, and it was wrapped around his wrist like handcuffs.Mr. Zhang just stepped in. He was wearing a very decent sky-blue Shashijing summer suit, his hair was scrunched up meticulously, and his chin was shaved black.The deep line at the corner of his right mouth, under the bright red and green lights, is like a dark knife mark, slanting there, as if smiling ferociously.Xiao Qin quickly followed behind him, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he was as strong as a young bull. When he saw someone, he opened his thick lips and smiled triumphantly: We just went to Huasheng to watch the play: "Spirit and Flesh".

Dr. Shi, a famous doctor in the cardiology department, stretched out his hand, pressed on the chest of Huazai, a little girl from Sanshui Street, and said, "Huazai, your heart is crooked, no wonder you are crooked too."Dr. Shi often asked us to go to his Yongle clinic for a physical examination. He gave us free medical consultations, and even gave us chlortetracycline as a gift.Someone in Dr. Shi's clinic gave him a plaque: benevolent heart benevolence.He is indeed a benevolent doctor who cares about our health very much and often explains common sense of hygiene to us. The iron bull was standing there with his hips akimbo and his chest open. He had iron-hard angry hair standing upright. He wore a pair of black canvas sausage trousers, which made the muscles on his legs undulate. He is low-lying, and his whole body is exposing a barbaric man, but the art master said that he finally found the original life on this island in the body of Tie Niu, just like the typhoon and tsunami on this island, it is a kind of shocking of natural beauty.He drew several portraits for Tieniu, which he said were his real masterpieces.The art master despised that group of college students very much. Civilization and education have ruined their vitality. He sneered: What do they look like?A bouquet of plastic flowers!However, the group of college students formed a small circle by themselves, with foreign words in their mouths, and were complacently dancing tango steps.

In Mr. Sheng’s living room, where the doors and windows are closed, the curtains are drawn down, and the air conditioner is blaring, all of us are jumping up and down wildly. It seemed that he was challenging and taking revenge on the legal world outside.Under the red and green lights, I saw Sheng Gong's aging and helpless face, Yang Feng's mourning and mourning face, Hua Guobao's haughty face, Wu Min's pale face, Mr. Zhang Those faces with ferocious smiles, old, young, beautiful, and ugly faces all had an ambiguous look of missing something, as if they were trying to cover up something, To cover some of the darkest darkest pains?A heart that has been bleeding for many years and refuses to scar?Under that revolving lamp, I saw that bronze face with high forehead and shaved cheeks. Standing in front of me was the middle school physical education teacher who took me to the Yaotai Hotel for the first time and whose belly was as hard as a plate. Towards me, stretched out his rugged arm.Under the revolving light, I saw hands: Wu Min's severely wounded hand with a white bandage, the mouse's hand that was scorched by cigarette butts, and Yang Feng's hand stretched out to Hua Guobao. He came out but hesitated in pain and retracted his hand.In this closed and congested small world, we all stretched out our hungry and desperate claws, grabbing, grabbing, tearing, and pulling each other fiercely, as if we wanted to grab a handful of compensation from each other's flesh. like.The physical education teacher's hand, like a steel claw, clasped my right wrist, making my wrist bones ache.He was looking at me so eagerly, with eyes full of red threads, as if he had a thousand words to pour out to me.I smelled the alcohol on his breath, he was drunk again, just like that night, he was so drunk that he couldn't speak clearly, and he told me a lot of his sad history, such a big man in the north, he would cry so hard At a loss.I was so embarrassed, I couldn't bear to see the tears running down that bronzed drunk face.In the crowd, meat was grinding meat, I was blindly jumping and jumping, and a sudden and inexplicable sadness suddenly covered me.I felt as if the oxygen in the living room was suddenly taken out, and my chest felt tight, making me suffocate.I broke free from the physical education teacher's steel-clawed hand, pushed aside the crowd with all my strength, and fled to the outside of the living room.At the door of the living room, I found my pair of leather boots with iron nails gaping from the pile of mixed shoes.