Chapter 53 seventeen

It rained heavily on Monday night. It was only six or seven o'clock, and the water in the alley rose to a height of three inches, making it difficult for cars to drive in.Since the opening of Anle Township, even if there are the least number of guests on this night, at ten o'clock, there are only seven or eight regular customers who report every day.Because Yang Sanlang did not come and no one played the piano, the hotel seemed even more deserted.Captain Long was the only one at the bar, and Xiaoyu accompanied him to drink and chat.I had nothing to do, so I took out the last volume of "Daxiongling Enmity and Enmity" that Yu Hao lent me to police Zhuge and I wrote it. I saw Wanli Feipeng Ding Yunxiang being killed by his son Eshun who fell into the Qing army. In the tense moment of accidental injury and hemoptysis, I heard someone calling me in a low voice:

Ah Ching. ah.I suddenly raised my head and couldn't help screaming. A tall man was standing in front of the bar. He was wearing a white raincoat and a low white rain hat. On the bar, his thin cheeks were blue and white in the amber light. Mr. Wang.I cried. I just heard recently, I never knew you worked here.Wang Kuilong said that he was still standing there, dripping with water.I suddenly remembered that night, that night when the typhoon came, in the park, Wang Kuilong was probably wearing this white raincoat. Would you like a glass of wine, Mr. Wang?I also stood up and asked. Okay he hesitated, then give me a glass of brandy.He took off his rain hat, and his black shaggy hair was also wet, and the locks overlapped on his head, making it thicker.I went to pour a glass of three-star brandy, saw him still standing, and asked:

Would Mr. Wang sit at the bar or at the table? go there.He pointed to the innermost corner, an empty table. I served the wine and a pack of three 5 cigarettes, and followed him. He took off his raincoat, took out a handkerchief and wiped the raindrops off his forehead and face before he sat down. Sit down too, he pointed to the seat opposite him, I put the wine glass in front of him, and sat down too. How are you doing recently, Ah Qing?he looked at me and asked. I'm fine, Mr. Wang.I answered. He took a sip of the brandy from his glass in his bony hands, smacked his lips, and breathed a sigh of relief.

I've been thinking about you all the time, and I found out that you work in Anle Township after asking people, so I came to see you tonight. Thank you Mr. Wang. This bar is not bad, how is the business?He raised his head and looked around. Originally, it was full every night, but tonight it rained heavily and no one came.I opened the cigarette, offered him one, lit it for him, and lit one myself. Being a bartender is also fun, right?He looked at me and smiled. You can meet a lot of strange people.I took a puff of smoke and laughed. Ah Qing, I also worked as a bartender in a bar in New York for two years. Wang Kuilong said, my bar is called Happy Valley. It is on Seventy-second Street in Manhattan, not far from Central Park.It was a famous but dirty bar, attended by blacks, Puerto Ricans, and various whites, and a few Orientals.

Are there bars like ours in America?I couldn't help wondering, I know there are many in Tokyo, it was Xiaoyu who told me. There are too many, too many, countless, Wang Kuilong sighed with a smile, there are probably hundreds of them in New York City, some of them are very particular, and they are all for the rich and the upper class, doctors, lawyers, Go in and wear a suit and tie.Some are near the school, where college students gather, and there are some strange bars, where all the people who go there wear leather jackets and ride motorcycles. They are called SM. What does SM mean? It means sadism being sadistic.

Oh, I want to tell him that we also have them here, and the mouse has just met it, and a few smoke bubbles burned on the arm. But our Happy Valley is a bit special. Most of the people who go there are homeless, many of them are children who have run away from home. Happy Valley is a place for them to rest temporarily, a shelter.Most of those children contracted drug addiction or sexually transmitted diseases.I went to work as a bartender, firstly to earn some pocket money, and secondly, I also like to hide in that deep, deep cellar and hang out with those bums. It happened to the children, because they always have no money to see a doctor, and they can't quit the drug

Wang Kuilong shook his head, with a helpless smile floating on his pale face, he raised the wine glass in his hand, silently sucking the brandy in the glass. I asked Mr. Wang, where is little Jinbao? Huazai, a little girl from Sanshui Street who often comes to Anle Township, told me that more than a week ago, he ran into Wang Kuilong walking on the street with little Jinbao in Ximending. Wang Kuilong was tall and thin, and little Jinbao was small and lame. Walking in front of Wang Kuilong, turning every step, jumping every step, like a happy little pug.There are rumors in the circle of Xiao Moer in Sanshui Street that after the typhoon night king Kuilong brought Xiao Jinbao back, he adopted him.Huazai said enviously and jealously:

Long Zi bought a lot of new clothes for the little cripple, and dressed him up like that, but how to wear it, his lame foot couldn't put on a shoe, so he had to jump around the street barefoot! Little Jinbao?I just went to see him because he was in the hospital.Wang Kuilong smiled wearily. Is he sick? Xiao Jinbao had an operation at National Taiwan University Hospital yesterday morning. It was performed by one of the most famous surgeons in National Taiwan University. The operation went well, but it was hard work. You know that his right foot was born with a deformity, so he had to walk with it. instep

I remember how little Jinbao struggled when he climbed the steps of the lotus pond in the park.He usually doesn't dare to show his face in the park. He always waits until the night is deep and deep, and there are only two or three wandering spirits left by the lotus pond. Like a fawn. Will his feet get better after surgery?I asked, I only really saw Xiao Jinbao's deformed right foot once, because he couldn't wear shoes, the instep was covered with a layer of maroon calluses. I discussed it in detail with the doctor. Several doctors from National Taiwan University consulted. According to their diagnosis, there is 60% hope. I asked Xiao Jinbao himself, and he agreed. We decided to open it. It’s hard for him, little guy Very brave, after the anesthesia wore off, he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he didn't say a word.

Wang Kuilong sighed and said: His deformed right foot made him suffer a lot.He told me that the group of little guys on Sanshui Street played tricks, sometimes surrounded him and asked him to walk around with the back of his feet, and they would clap their hands and laugh. He grew up in the alley, and his mother was a prostitute in Sanshui Street. Xiao Jinbao said that when he was young, his mother was receiving guests at home, and he stood at the entrance of the alley to watch out for his mother.He remembered that his mother had some regular guests, and he just called them Abba.I asked him; Little Jinbao, where is your own father?He shook his head, grinned and said, "I don't remember."

Ah Qing Wang Kuilong's voice trembled a little. When I stroked his scarred and lame foot, my heart ached, and I always hoped to heal him.Although the operation may not be accurate this time, there is at least a 60% to 70% hope.I promised him that after leaving the hospital, the first thing I would do would be to take him to a raw leather shoe store to order a pair of soft-soled leather shoes for him. It is a pity that he has never worn leather shoes in his life!Today I went to see him at the National Taiwan University Hospital, and the pain eased a little, but the whole leg was swollen, probably because the wound was a little inflamed, and he couldn't move at all when he was lying on the bed, and he had to be served by someone when he urinated and defecated.Do you know how hateful the nurse at National Taiwan University is?They don't care about people at all.So I stayed with him in the hospital for a day. When I came out, I didn't expect it to rain so hard outside.Somehow, I suddenly thought of you tonight, so I came to talk to you. Would you like a glass of brandy, Mr. Wang?I saw Wang Kuilong drink down the glass of brandy in his hand until there was not a single drop left.An empty cup was still tightly held in his hand. Well, Wang Kuilong thought about it for a while and smiled. I must have been tired for a day. My head hurt just now. I drank a glass of brandy and it blew up. I went to the bar again and poured a glass of brandy for Wang Kuilong. Ah Qing, how are you doing now?Do you need anything else?Wang Kuilong stared at me, you know, I have always cared about you. I am living very well now, Mr. Wang, I replied without looking at him, I don't know why, as soon as I felt Wang Kuilong approaching me, I started to want to run away, I remember that night I came from his father's old mansion He hurriedly climbed through the iron gate and got out, cutting his legs.Really, Mr. Wang, my life is very stable now.Our master opened this Anle Township, which really gave us a shelter like you said.When our business is good, tips are fine.And now I've moved to Mr. Fu's house again. Mr. Fu is our great benefactor, Fu Chongshan, and he treats me very well. He doesn't need money for room and board. Fu Chongshan, who are you talking about?Wang Kuilong sat up straight suddenly, a little excited. Does Mr. Wang know Mr. Fu Chongshan?I asked, Mr. Fu is from Shandong. He used to be a deputy teacher in mainland China. Wang Kuilong stretched out his big bony hand and clasped my wrist tightly, pinching my hand a little ache. He said to me urgently and solemnly: Ah Qing, go back and tell Mr. Fu Chongshan that Wang Kuilong has returned from the United States. Anyway, I hope to see Mr. Fu. Please ask him to wait for me at home at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon.