Chapter 58 twenty two

On Friday night, Mr. Yu Haoyu invited me to Chuanwei Noodles on Xinyi Road for a midnight snack. He made an appointment to meet me at the intersection of Xinsheng South Road and Xinyi Road after get off work in Anle Township. His family lives in Section 2 of Xinyi South Road.Before twelve o'clock, I quietly went to the back to change my uniform. I asked Xiaoyu to wash my wine glasses, and asked him to tell the master that I had a stomachache, so I left first.In fact, I was so hungry that my stomach hurt a little, because I knew that there was a supper at night, and I only ate a plate of fried rice noodles sold on the street for dinner. I was already hungry and my mouth was always drooling.When I arrived at Xinyi intersection, Mr. Yu was already standing there waiting for me.He was wearing a loose pullover dark blue sweatshirt and a pair of leather slippers. He looked very chic and probably just came out of home.He was very happy to see me, and greeted me:

Young baby, you are very punctual. I slipped away before I got off work, I smiled, we made an appointment to meet at 12:30, and it didn't exceed a minute. Have you ever eaten Sichuan noodles?We walked to Chuanwei Noodles on Xinyi Road, and Mr. Yu asked me. It was a long time ago when I was a child, when Sichuan Noodles was still a small stall. That was three years ago, my father took my younger brother and I to Sichuan Noodles for a late night snack. That was the only time my father took us to a restaurant.I had just entered high school that summer, and that day was my birthday. My father made an exception and took us out, which probably meant a reward.We can't afford to go to big restaurants, so we can only go to small stalls with Sichuan noodles, but for my brother and I, that is an unprecedented event.Both of us danced with excitement. My father only asked us to order a bowl of red oil Chaoshou. When we wanted to eat the second bowl, my father frowned and said: Enough, enough.He gave each of us Chaoshou from his own bowl.

Mr. Yu, wait a minute, can I have two bowls of red oil chaoshou?I laughed, I didn't have enough for dinner, I was already fainted from hunger. Qingwaer, you can eat as many bowls as you like, you will count if you are full, okay?Mr. Yu stretched out his hand, touched my head and smiled. We went up to the second floor of Sichuan Noodles, and it was already full.We waited for more than ten minutes before we got a table in the corner.After sitting down, Mr. Yu pointed to the menu plate under the glass mat and said: The steamed small intestines, pork ribs in black bean sauce, and beef offal in lotus leaves are all great here.

Mr. Yu, I still want to eat chaoshou with red oil.I said. Okay, okay, Mr. Yu laughed, and ordered the red oil Chaoshou, and these few things. When the side dishes came, Mr. Yu asked the waiter to bring a bottle of Baigan.One bite at a time, I swallowed a bowl of chaoshou all at once. It was hot and spicy, very exciting, and my forehead was sweating.After finishing the first bowl, Mr. Yu ordered a second bowl for me. Mr. Yu, I would like to toast you a glass of wine. I raised a glass of Baigan to respect Mr. Yu and said, Baigan's throat ignited, and my whole body started to have a fever.Mr. Yu was also very happy to see how eagerly I devoured the food. He kept putting the small intestine ribs on my plate and said with a smile:

Young baby, you are still developing, you need to work harder for such a big person! Mr. Yu, "Big Bear Ridge Enmity" is really wonderful!After I finished the second bowl of red oil, I copied my hands and remembered my martial arts novel by Zhuge Jing. I have read the book Mr. Yu gave me for the second time, but Eshun died too badly. Dad Wanli Feipeng could have let him go. I saw the last time Wanli Feipeng Ding Yunxiang planned to trap Eshun and personally killed his son by hand, and I couldn't help being horrified. This is called righteousness killing relatives!Mr. Yu said with a smile, Ding Yunxiang had no choice but to accept Eshun as his father.The last scene where Wanli Feipeng caressed Eshun's body with tears flowing down his face was the best and most touching. Police Zhuge deserves to be a master of martial arts.

Does Mr. Yu have any other martial arts novels? More than that, a cabinet. Is there Wang Dulu's? I have his "Iron Riding Silver Vase". great!I exclaimed excitedly, Mr. Yu, can you lend it to me?I've always wanted to read that novel, and couldn't borrow it several times. Okay, after supper, you and I can go home and get it.Mr. Yu said with a smile, we toasted and drank the spicy baigan wine in the cup. Yu Hao, Mr. Yu, lives on the third floor of a house in Lane 145, Xinsheng South Road.His small apartment is very comfortably furnished, a set of rattan tables and chairs, covered with thick red cushions, a string of three lanterns from large to small hanging in the corner of the living room, the first one is as big as a hug, the lamp When it is lit, a milky white light is ignited.Mr. Yu turned on the radio, and the American radio station was broadcasting soft music in the middle of the night.He beckoned me to his study. There were two bookcases inside, and one of them was full of martial arts novels, ranging from veteran martial arts king Dulu and Wo Longsheng to rising stars Sima Ling and Dongfang Yu.Mr. Yu took out Wang Dulu's "Iron Horse Silver Vase" and handed it to me, pointing to his cabinet of martial arts novels and said:

Qingwaer, you are welcome to come here in the future and practice martial arts with me. Long live!I cheered. We went back to the living room and sat down. Mr. Yu went to pour two glasses of ice water to drink. After eating spicy peppers, his mouth was very dry.We sat side by side on the rattan sofa, and I took off my shoes and sat up cross-legged.The soft white light shone on Mr. Yu's face, his eyelids were stained with alcohol, and his sword eyebrows were flying green. Mr. Yu, you look a lot like Nan Xia Zhan Zhao!I suddenly remembered the portrait of Nan Xia Zhan Zhao on the comic strips of The Seven Heroes and the Five Righteousness.Mr. Yu laughed loudly and said:

You say I look like that royal cat?how about you?Are you Chinchilla Bai Yutang? No, no, no, I shook my hand and smiled: I am not as handsome as Bai Yutang, I used to call my younger brother Chinchilla. Does your brother also read martial arts novels? I taught him to read it, and later he was even more fascinated than me.When I rent a martial arts novel, he always rushes to read it first. It's all like this, Mr. Yu sighed with a smile, I bought a martial arts book, and before I turned two pages, Xiao Hong snatched it away. Who is Xiaohong?I asked. A child who used to live with me went to serve in the army and is now in Matsu.More than half of that cabinet of martial arts novels was bought for him.

Mr. Yu told me that Xiaohong was a student who came to Taipei from Pingtung to study. He studied at Datong Industrial College. He lived with him for more than two years. Mr. Yu took care of him. Because Xiaohong’s family was poor, Mr. Yu helped him study , and also tutored him in English.Mr. Yu took out a photo of the two of them together from his wallet and showed it to me. Mr. Yu put his arms around Xiaohong's shoulders, and the two of them laughed happily. This is Chinchilla Bai Yutang!I pointed to Xiaohong and smiled, Xiaohong is very handsome. Xiaohong is very beautiful, Mr. Yu smiled and sighed while looking at the photo, he is gone, I miss him very much.

When did he finish his service? There are two more years. Wow, two years is still too early! That's right, Mr. Yu shook his head and smiled, so sometimes I get lonely by myself, so I go to your Anle Township to sit and have a glass of wine. The light music on the US military radio station stopped, and the broadcast report was already two o'clock in the morning. Mr. Yu, I should go.I was about to stand up, but Mr. Yu pressed my shoulder and said: Qingwaer, don't go back tonight, just stay with me. Mr. Yu, I hesitated. It's rare to meet a Sichuan kid like you. We are working hard, so don't leave.

Since the opening of Anle Township, there have been several times when guests have asked me out, but I have refused.But Mr. Yu, I think he is a very nice person, and indeed, as he said, we are fellow villagers in Sichuan, and I feel very cordial.I like his small apartment, it feels warm and comfortable. We lay in bed and chatted slowly.Mr. Yu said. Well, I'll take a shower first, okay?I worked for a day, and just now I ate two bowls of hot and spicy red oil Chaoshou. I can smell the sweat on my body. Okay, Mr. Yu stood up, I will turn on the gas stove for you. Mr. Yu went to turn on the gas stove, brought me another clean bath towel, took me into his bathroom, and told me that the two bars of soap placed next to the tub, the creamy Lux soap, are for washing the face. Another medicated soap is for washing the body. You wash slowly, I'll make the bed.When Mr. Yu closed the door of the bathroom, he smiled at me. I hung up the shower head of the shower, turned on the hot water, and ran from head to toe. I soaped twice and even washed my hair.I wrapped the towel around my head, rubbed it vigorously, and dried my hair.I walked into Mr. Yu's bedroom with my shirt on and carrying my coat and trousers. Mr. Yu's bedroom was small, but it was tidy. His double bed had just been covered with a new sky-blue sheet. He was putting the pillow bag into the pillow case, and laying the two pillows side by side, said: Qingwaer, you sleep inside. I climbed into bed and lay down first. Mr. Yu also took off his clothes and turned off the lamp beside the bed. In the dark, we lay side by side on our backs. Mr. Yu began to ask about my life experience, and I told them one by one. He listened to our dilapidated home, dead mother, younger brother, and father who lived in pain. Young baby, thanks to you too, Mr. Yu sighed, if your brother was still around, maybe you wouldn't feel so lonely. Mr. Yu, if my brother is still here, he will definitely like your martial arts novels. He has only watched the first two episodes of "Big Bear Ridge Enmity"!I laughed and said, once in a dream I also dreamed of snatching martial arts novels from me, and I punched him in a hurry.Mr. Yu, do you believe in ghosts? I don't know, Mr. Yu laughed, I haven't seen it. After my brother died, I often saw him in my dreams. Once, I clearly remembered shaking his hand, and he stretched out his hand and asked me for a harmonica. Harmonica? It's a butterfly brand harmonica.I gave it to him, I bought it for him on his birthday, and he wants to take it back. Perhaps you have lost your mind, so you often dream about your brother. But I never dreamed that my mother didn't like me very much when she was alive, so she probably doesn't want to see me when she's dead. No, Qingwaer, stop thinking about it. Mr. Yu diverted from my words, and we chatted casually.He told me that when he was in Chongqing, he often went swimming in the Jialing River.At the age of sixteen, he could swim across the Jialing River.I told him that I also like swimming. In the past, my brother and I used to go to the water source to swim. Then in summer I will take you to go swimming in Luji Lake.He said. OKI said. The water there is cool and clean, you will love it. OKI answered vaguely. My eyelids gradually became heavy, I turned around, turned my face to the wall, and covered it.In my sleep, I felt Mr. Yu's arms around my shoulders. Mr. Yu I woke up with a start and moved inside. Mr. Yu's hand was still on my shoulder, and his palm was warm. I'm sorry Mr. Yu Young baby, Mr. Yu called softly. Mr. Yu is really sorry, my voice trembled suddenly. Then you sleep well.Mr. Yu hesitated for a moment, his hand patted my shoulder twice, and finally withdrew it. Mr. Yu I A burst of unstoppable sadness surged up, and I couldn't help crying in an instant.This crying became more and more uncontrollable, as if crying out his heart, liver, stomach and lungs until he vomited out.Over the past few months, the grief, indignation, injury, humiliation, and grievance that had been suppressed in my heart were vented out like a river breaking its embankment.Mr. Yu is probably the most decent, most amiable and most talkable person among these people I have met.But the moment he hugged my shoulder just now, what I felt was inexplicable shame, as if my body was covered with scabies and I was afraid that others would touch it.I can't tell him that in those deep and dark nights, in the attic of the dirty hotels at the back station, in the stinky toilets of Zhonghua Shopping Center in Ximending, those blurred faces stayed on my body of filth.I can't tell him, on that stormy typhoon night, in the pavilion of the lotus pond in the park, when that huge and bloated person ferociously gnawed at my rain-soaked body, what was in my heart What I am concerned about is the maroon urn on the dining table in the moldy living room of our dilapidated home, which contains the ashes of my mother who was full of sins.Mr. Yu kept patting my back and comforting me, but the more I cried, the more sad and violent I became.