Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

Yunniang? Song Jiu chewed on the noodles and looked at Li Shiyi.

“My husband, whose name is Shen Sanbai, was born in Qianlong in the twenty-eighth year of Changzhou.” Yun Niang added, “This is what is now Suzhou.”

Shen Fu, “Six Notes of a Floating Life.” Li Shiyi’s eyes were filled with a clear look, he put his forearm and the back of his hand against his chin, and listened to her quietly.

“My husband-in-law is imperial and has deep affection. It is a kind of first-class love. The husband is gentle and kind. If there are any flaws, it is because my in-laws do not like me very much because I am jealous.”

“Any woman in the world, if she has someone she likes, she naturally wants to occupy the world’s only love and affection, so where is there no jealousy?”

envy? Song Nineteen stopped the chopsticks, took out the silk and smeared the corners of his lips, carefully pondering the truth.

“At that time, I didn’t quite understand that things in the world don’t have to be perfect. It’s just because of this slight flaw in the white jade that it has become a heart disease. I exercise restraint and respect in order to please my in-laws.”

She spit out a smoke ring: “By chance, I got civet meat. The spirit of the beast you mentioned is probably this.”

“I have been a good book since I was a child, and I have read about civets in the “Shan Hai Jing”. They are also called ‘kind’ beasts. They are hermaphrodite and resemble civet cats-‘Eater is not jealous’.”

Song Jiu was stunned, and was also stunned when he saw Li Shiyi, and looked at Yun Niang thoughtfully.

“Yes,” Yun Niang nodded, “I lost my jealousy after eating civet meat.”

She took an empty cup, flicked the soot in it, her eyelashes hung down, and a black shadow was cast on her face, as if a fold-up play finally reached the high pitch, her chest undulating severely. She said: “Later, I met Han Yuan.”

“Han Yuan is a woman who pretends to be a man and I know when I play with Afu Huqiu. Although she is born in the dust, she is a rare beautiful woman. The in-laws showed filial piety in front of them, and because of the meat of the civet, they wanted to marry her for her husband and accept him as a concubine.”

“She didn’t know it at first. She had been with me for a few times, drinking and singing, and she was even in agreement. I made a gold orchid with her and gave a bracelet to her. She put on the bracelet and her face was as red as the clouds on the horizon that day. It’s so beautiful, and it’s also so red.”

With a smile, Yun Niang filled her cheeks with Yunxia in her eyes through the tender and tender Song nineteen.

“Never thought,” her index finger pointed the cigarette lighter, “I told her the truth, but the sunset seemed to be broken up by the frost. She looked at me with trembling eyes, and it was unbelievable. I caught her. Speaking carefully with her, she asked her husband to give her a few paintings, and she kept them silent, but repeatedly asked me: Do you really think so?”

“Are you serious… do you think so?” Look at me and him, look at me, look at me raising the case with him, look at me with him holding a deer wagon.

Yun Niang murmured and repeated, and stopped talking.

At that time, she pressed her heart in the fragmented question in Hanyuan, where there was nothing but nothing.

The story of sudden silence is like being imprisoned in time, with a sense of sudden cessation, Yun Niang carries and enjoys such a rush, deliberately closing the language, and taking the last puff of cigarette without rushing, she flattens her mouth. Speaking thinly: “Then she lost me.”

“She originally agreed to marry into the Shen family, but at the last moment she repented and sought another wealthy businessman to marry another country. I was in grief at the time, and I couldn’t sleep until the day and night. I touched her poems and turned over her. The piano score I have played has a terrible headache in my heart, and I also regret it. But I don’t know why I hurt and why I regret it.”

Without jealousy, the emotions and desires are incomplete, like an embroidery that has been twisted in half, with miscellaneous threads wrapped around it, and no interface can be found in bits and pieces.

Yun Niang squinted, threw the cigarette **** into the cup, picked up the jug again, and poured a few drops of wine into it. The sound of “thorn” gradually opened the compact tobacco.

“What happened later?” Song Jiu poked a little bit in his face one after another.

Yun Niang snorted: “Soon, I will die in depression.”

The last sentence on the dying line is-Han Yuan takes me down.

“I led my soul to life, entered Taishan Mansion, and was brought to the bank of Huangquan by the ghost messenger. I told Po Meng, please give me an extra bowl.” Yun Niang smiled, “I lived for a while, but I am ignorant like a child, unwilling to die. I want to drink an extra bowl of Meng Po soup. I wonder if I can eliminate the effect of civet meat. I will take a complete look at my heart in the next life and take care of my own feelings.”

Without the support of the smoke, her hand was very lonely, crossed on the table, twisted slightly harder.

“But Po Meng laughed and said to me: It’s a coincidence that a girl just walked on the Naihe Bridge, and Madam Yang, I had an extra bowl of soup. I said it was bitter, but she was not afraid of it. , I’m afraid I won’t forget the person in my heart.”

“Meng Po said that the girl drank three bowls of soup in a row. Qianchen had forgotten the old things, and she was muddled like a newborn child. She didn’t even understand what she said, but when she had the last sip of soup, she rolled tears. Po Meng asked her, Do you remember?”

Yun Niang hooked her neck, and her silhouette was longer than that of warm wine.

“She said, she only remembered two words.”

-Yun Niang.

The noodles in his hands were cold, and the rest was very difficult to eat. The spicy meat did not enter his belly in time, exuding a fishy smell. Song Jiu rubbed his fingers on the wall of the bowl and looked at Li Shiyi’s projected on the table. Shadow, did not speak for a long time.

Niang Yun was silent for a while, and continued: “I was so embarrassed when I heard the words that I vomited the civet meat in my belly.”

However, beside the Sansheng Stone beside the bridge, the past of the wandering soul is washed away. And Yun Niang finally found her jealousy. It turned out that it appeared when she received A Fu’s painting in Han Yuan, and asked her if she really wanted to see her when she was old together with A Fu Baitou. Yuan Yuan appeared when she got married-the object was not Han Yuan, the object was the husband she had been adoring with, and the businessman she had never met before.

This indefinable pain tortured her to the bone, but she couldn’t trace the origin to a cause.

She didn’t want to say her relationship with Han Yuan too straightforwardly, maybe her stupid confusion made her consciously not worthy of this straightforwardness. In short, she didn’t say that sentence, she just raised her toes. Son, blend the long-distance thoughts into trivial movements.

“So, why did you fall into the field now?” Song Jiu’s voice was a little dumb.

“Mengpo said that if I drink the Mengpo soup, my connection with her will be broken. After that, I will rub my shoulders and I don’t know the other side. I don’t want to reincarnate, and my love with her will end, so I become a ghost. .. Toss and toss, perhaps because she was in this life in her previous life. I want to live her life for a while, and see how lonely she feels when she has a person left and right. Or-I can come in person Xianlusi, who is going to, bump into her?”

She finally looked at Li Shiyi with a smile: “Your ears and the gesture of holding a cup and a cup are three-pointers like her.”

Li Shiyi raised his finger and let go of the wine glass unconsciously.

The louder knocked loudly, the shop owner still took a nap behind the counter with his sleeves in his sleeves, the wick burned too long, and he fell softly in the kerosene, unable to support the long night.

After the story was told, Yun Niang raised her hand and touched the red line on her wrist, and said to Li Shiyi: “I’ve done a word, it’s time to say goodbye.”

Li Shiyi returned to his senses, apologized softly, untied the red rope of the tail finger, and took it back from Yunniang’s wrist. Watching her complete the action, Yun Niang leaned her head and rubbed her neck as if she loosened her muscles and bones. She stood up to say hello, and walked out with her high heels shaking step by step.

Her actions are the same as when she appeared in Xianlusi, her steps are full of smoke and enchantment, which makes people fascinated and swaying.

Li Shixi buried his head in his hands holding the wine glass, not knowing what he was thinking, suddenly, the cuffs were pulled by Song Jiuyi, she looked up and saw Song Jiuwei squinting her eyes to look at Yun Niang’s back, with an obscure inquiry.

Li Shiyi followed and looked over.

After crossing the threshold, Yun Niang was wrapped in a well-cut cheongsam around her waist, her legs were long and slender, and her feet were slender. However, the hem of the cheongsam was breeze. go back.

The author has something to say:

1. The story of Yun Niang’s request to marry Han Yuan is recorded in Shen Fu’s “Six Chapters of a Floating Life”. Of course, this is not the case of civet meat. 2. “Nanshan Jing”: “The mountain of the 爰爰 is rich in water, without vegetation, and cannot be above it. There are beasts, which look like raccoons but have sashes. Its name is genus, and it is a male, and the eater is not jealous.”