With the Spring Festival approaching, the three stores of Yupinji are temporarily closed, and the Ding family is busier than usual. The three-crossed courtyard was spacious, and it took a lot of effort to clean it up. Ding Yanshou got up early, and when he opened the door, he was startled by four or five men outside.
He asked, "Who are you looking for?"
The leader said, "Let's find Ding Hanbai."
Ding Yanshou made a big alarm, and the consequence of letting it go is to let people come to the door. He wondered, did Ding Hanbai owe usurious money for his extravagance, or who offended his arrogance
The leader said: "Boss Ding hired us to clean up, let us come earlier."
The big stone in Ding Yanshou's heart fell, and the three or five people were sent to the hospital to work. The employer was still sound asleep, arched in the middle of the bed, daydreaming with his warm body in his arms. For a long time, the person in his arms moved slightly, babbled in his dreams, and shouted, "It's broken, it's broken."
Ding Hanbai opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"
Ji Shen was confused: "The Dahongpao is broken..."
Unexpectedly, thinking about Dahongpao quietly, Ding Hanbai laughed. Hearing someone entering the courtyard, he went out in his clothes, saw Liba who was working, and said, "Keep your voice down, someone is sleeping in the room."
After instructing to turn back, Ji Shenyu had already woken up and was struggling to sit up. "I'll come, I'll come." Ding Hanbai put down the figure of the young master and acted as a servant, supporting and staring, for fear that it was not in place.
Ji Shenyu sat on the edge of the bed with his head down, slowly getting dressed, tying a button to cover up a trace, tying it to the top, covering everything. Ding Hanbai still didn't finish his thoughts, half squatted to put socks on the other side, how anxious he was last night, why his ankle was so blue.
He raised his head and asked, "Does it hurt below?"
Ji Shenyu lowered his eyes and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
He said, "Can you be more focused next time?"
Ji Shenyu stomped on Ding Hanbai's chest with one foot, and stepped up, his toes lightly stepped on Ding Hanbai's Adam's apple. "Shameless." He scolded, the scolding was not enough, and after brewing for a long time, he said again, "It's shameless."
Liba in the courtyard was cleaning and asked curiously, "You look very young, already married?"
Another said: "Sleeping in a room must be with my daughter-in-law."
The door squeaked open, and Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu stepped out, one left the supervisor and the other went to the front yard for dinner. The eyes of the working people exchanged glances. It turned out that it was not the daughter-in-law. Unexpectedly, the rich people would also sleep in the same room, and their hearts suddenly became more balanced.
Years ago, Ding Hanbai lived like this. Although Ding Hanbai liked to idle, he couldn't stand boredom, so he went to find Zhang Sinian not long after. The master and apprentice started to walk in the old place and strolled slowly in the antique market.
There are a lot of calligraphy and paintings that are sold during the New Year. They are either shoddy or meticulously crafted. Ding Hanbai listened quietly, what should be emphasized in the identification of calligraphy and painting, and what is the most intimidating and easy to reveal, Zhang Sinian said without a word.
Suddenly stopped, Zhang Sinian said, "This painting is a good copy."
Lin Sanzhi's "Journey to the South", the old man was fortunate enough to have seen the real work before he was blind, but he was too old to mention it. Ding Hanbai stood aside and said, "I like the poem above."
Zhang Sinian said: "If you like it, just buy it, don't you just like it?"
I bought that painting, and I didn't meet anyone else again. It was fun to pick and choose. Ding Hanbai was leisurely here, but Ji Shenyu was sweating profusely in Miao'an Alley, helping Liang Hecheng to clean the house.
He doesn't do anything else these days, just cleaning.
The green plants were withered, and Ji Shenyu's skillful hand could not help, so he had to go to the alley to buy a few more pots of small flowers. "Master, why don't you water people." He rambled, "This mud has accumulated so thick, do you need to paint the walls? The windows are even more exaggerated, with gray-yellow putty, so you don't need to draw the curtains."
His mouth kept on, the hot water boiled and the squeak accompaniment, he went to pour water for Liang Hecheng to take medicine. Liang Hecheng just got out of bed, his cotton-padded clothes and trousers were so bloated that he was so exhausted.
"It's useless whether you eat or not," the old man said.
Ji Shenyu asked, "Is it useful to eat Tianma chicken soup?" He simmered it last night, condensed one pot into three bowls, one for each of the master and mother at home, and the other for Liang Hecheng.
Liang Hecheng said, "Then I'll drink chicken soup, don't do it, take out a few paintings and calligraphy from the cabinet."
This is to teach, Ji Shenyu hurriedly went to the outhouse to rummage, seven or eight axes, neatly coded in a flannel bag. He thought that calligraphy and painting were the most difficult to describe, so would Liang He take advantage of the lack of craftsmanship here, so he pressed the bottom of the box.
The atmosphere of the festival was booming outside, the old and the young were locked in the classroom, Liang Hecheng drank the soup drowsily, and Ji Shenyu unfolded the largest painting, from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and down to the ground.
"It's so long?" He was slightly surprised, but when he saw it clearly, he turned to shock, ""The Book of Sun Jintang and the Book of Sun Jintang", a genuine national treasure of more than ten meters?!"
The original painting was collected in the museum early, but Ji Shenyu did not expect that someone could copy it so vividly. He looked at the chapter, at the color of the lines between the inch and inch of the scroll. Not enough to see, not enough to sigh, so he raised his eyes in a daze, trying to make Liang He ride this person out of a hole.
Liang Hecheng said, "It wasn't me, it was the little house who painted it. I hired him because he was good at painting."
Ji Shenyu remembered Fang Huaiqing, and his surprise turned to regret, which made Liang Hecheng look like he must have something special, but no matter how great his ability was, it was yesterday. The hands were chopped at the wrists, and after the huge pain, the writing was reduced to a crippled man who had to eat and drink, and it was the pain that lingered for the rest of his life.
Since ancient times, heroes have cherished heroes, and Ji Shenyu is very sorry. He knelt beside the bed and took a closer look. The fake color and texture of the canvas was extremely realistic, and even the flaws could not be seen as artificial. He asked, "Master, how did you get this little hole?"
Liang Hecheng said: "Put a bag of rice noodles with worms open and eat a few bites. It's more real than anything else."
Ji Shenyu laughed and froze with a smile. "Master, why are you sweating so much?" He was inexplicably flustered, raised his hand to wipe Liang Hecheng's cheek, and then stretched it out into the padded jacket, the autumn clothes were all sweaty.
He asked, "Master, are you hot?"
Liang Hecheng said, "I'm cold..."
"Master, are you feeling bad? Lie down!" he shouted, getting out of bed to twist the towel.
Liang Hecheng leaned against the head of the bed stiffly, and put the half bowl of chicken soup on the table, but the edge of the table was ethereal, so he couldn't hold it, he couldn't be sure, and it took him a lot of effort. Ji Shenyu just poured a pot of hot water, when there was a "pop"! Something is broken.
After all, the small bowl was not placed on the table, and it shattered into pieces and splashed on the ground. Liang Hecheng's withered body was tilted, his eyes turned white, he fainted and half died. Ji Shenyu was terrified, pinched people, felt the pulse door, there was no phone here, so he had to run out with Liang Hecheng on his back.
This not-so-long alley has come and gone many times, but this time it feels as if it has no end. A taxi rushed to the hospital, the doctor took over the rescue, he slipped aside and slipped to the ground.
The nurse asked, "Are you a family member of the patient?"
Ji Shenyu said, "I am."
He signed, went through the hospitalization procedures, and slipped back to the ground when he was done. His clothes are always clean, he can't eat, and his room is cleaned every day... He is so decent, but at this moment, he is dazed on the spot regardless of his posture.
Liang Hecheng had lung cancer, and he knew it the day he met him.
He also understood that the terminally ill medicine was ineffective and waited to die.
Ji Shenyu knew everything, even more clearly that sooner or later the old man would die. But he still felt that it was abrupt, that it was too early, that many old people died in the winter during the New Year, and he had imagined that Liang Hecheng would be able to survive.
The ice-cold tile was heated by him. He wanted the most trusted Ding Hanbai to accompany him, but he didn't dare to walk away. There was a car accident, and another was injured in a fight. Finally, Liang Hecheng was pushed out.
Ji Shenyu breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned on the edge of the bed in the ward to look at it. After a while, he put his hand into the bed, and sneakily touched Liang Hecheng's six fingers. The old man didn't wake up, and his steady sleep seemed to have never been sick.
The doctor came here to talk to the family about the patient's condition.
Ji Shenyu asked, "Doctor, the situation is rather bad, isn't it?"
Seeing the doctor's acquiescence, he declined: "I'll go to the office to find you later, wait a moment." He suddenly became timid and didn't have the courage to know it by himself. After asking the nurse to take care of it, he hurriedly left the hospital.
The antique market was full of people, Ji Shenyu got out of the car and got in, and he was dazzled by the people coming and going. "—Brother Shi, Brother Shi!" he shouted, and the people around looked at him, but the sound didn't get far.
Ding Hanbai was looking at an orphaned foreign product. He saw it a lot when he was studying abroad, and it was not uncommon. Now he feels precious again. Zhang Sinian squatted aside and said, "My grandma used to have a pair of aromatherapy bottles with gold-plated swan handles, similar to this one."
Ding Hanbai guessed that this person's ancestors were not only rich, but also the family of an official, and asked, "Where did the things go?"
Zhang Sinian said: "Give it to my aunt. She went to Taiwan with her family at that time, and she has no contact anymore."
The two of them didn't realize it, they stopped chatting at other people's booths, and got up after being chased away. Ding Hanbai was holding the "Journey to the South", and when he heard someone calling him from a distance, he pricked his ears, thinking that Ji Shenyu was calling.
But he was really obsessed with love, and he could have hallucinations after a long time apart. He shook his head and laughed, thinking that he was useless. Turning around again, Yu Bairen saw the most important person in the busy market, and immediately threw the painting at Zhang Sinian, and ran forward.
Ji Shenyu's throat was smoking, and when he collapsed, he was caught by Ding Hanbai who came running. "Why are you here, shopping?" Ding Hanbai smiled lazily, but found that Ji Shenyu's expression was wrong, "What's the matter, what happened?"
Ji Shenyu said urgently, "Master Liang fainted and was hospitalized."
The second child didn't talk too much, and went straight to the hospital. Zhang Sinian looked at the scenery outside the car and wondered, why did he get into the car in a daze? Why is he going to see that old thing
When he arrived at the hospital in this way, Liang Hecheng had already woken up and was very weak. It seemed that this breath could not be connected with the next breath. "Master, how are you?" Ji Shenyu approached and listened to Liang Hecheng's murmur.
Liang Hecheng said, it's okay, I can still eat a plate of dumplings on New Year's Eve.
The two little ones stood by the bed, one on the left and one on the right, Zhang Sinian paced at the end of the bed, not saying a word from entering the door. After a long time, Ding Hanbai said, "Master, you are making me dizzy, please stop for a while."
Zhang Sinian was a little embarrassed: "What am I doing here? I'm going home to take a nap!" He turned around and left, coughing on the bed, one after another, as if he was strangled by the impermanence of black and white, "Cough, cough, lung tubes are all over the place. Make you cough!"
Liang Hecheng hunched over and leaned against the head of the bed: "The coughing sound of a dying person, I will add bad luck to you."
Zhang Sinian turned back again: "What's the use of you making so many things? Did you eat the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, or did you drive a Cadillac? He was sick like an old man in his early 60s, why didn't you treat it sooner?!"
It can’t be cured, in fact, we all know that, but after all, every day you live counts as a day.
There was silence again, Ji Shenyu poured a cup of hot water, peeled an apple, and let the two masters kill. He winked at Ding Hanbai, ready to go to the doctor to listen to the doctor's orders. Liang Hecheng stopped him: "Call the doctor, and I will also listen to the situation."
Ji Shenyu said: "What's the matter, you just haven't rested well, don't bother the doctor."
Liang Hecheng smiled helplessly. When his apprentice came, he was hanging on to see people. If the apprentice didn't come, he could not wait to lie on the bed all the time. He couldn't get up in the morning, couldn't sleep in the dark, his bloated padded jacket was heavy, because his tumor kept getting worse, and his dry belly swelled up.
Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu didn't call the doctor, they just lowered their heads and pretended to be dead. For a long time, Zhang Sinian couldn't see it, and sighed: "I'll call, I'm hiding something for a fart. They're all people who have suffered serious crimes, so what's there to be afraid of."
The doctor said some professional words, a long list, and some comfort. In the old-fashioned terms, it means that there is no way to recover, and the patient is terminally ill, so that the patient and their family members should be psychologically prepared.
Zhang Sinian started pacing again, Ding Hanbai comforted a few words, but also knew that it was of no use. Beside the bed, Ji Shenyu put his hand into the quilt, held Liang Hecheng's right hand firmly, opened and closed his thin lips, and whispered "Master" with helplessness.
He had experienced this kind of thing once. Ji Fangxu fainted several times when he was in critical condition, and finally closed his eyes and crouched beside him. He does not lack the experience of dying, but it does not mean that he also lacks the courage to face it.
Ji Shenyu gritted his teeth and pursed his lips. He didn't cry, but covered his face. A faint blue vein stretched out on his forehead, pulling his hair to move his whole body, his face blushed. Ding Hanbai called him, and told him not to be sad and to look away.
Terminally ill, dragged on and on, this day was expected.
Ji Shenyu gritted her teeth even more desperately, trying to stop her heartache, but covered her face and let out a whimper. If it was just himself, he could hold back and comfort Liang Hecheng in spirit. But when Ding Hanbai was here, and Ding Hanbai still coaxed him, he couldn't hold back anything.
In the presence of the two old people, Ding Hanbai should know how to restrain himself, but there are so many things in the world, so he still chooses to follow his heart. "Pearl, don't be too sad." He whispered, walking around and standing beside Ji Shenyu.
Hold it, rub her hair, and pat her shoulders. "Crying?" He bent down slightly and asked, wishing he could kiss Ji Shenyu's heart, "Let me see if my face is pale, go out to wash, and buy some food for Master by the way?"
Ji Shenyu nodded with a bitter face, turned his head to bury his head in Ding Hanbai's abdomen, the smell of soap horns in his shirt merged with the smell of alcohol around him, and the power was like tear gas. Ding Hanbai hugged him, wiped his face, and whispered, "I'm at a loss, and I can't even coax people."
Ding Hanbai took Ji Shenyu out and walked out of the corridor to buy something to eat.
There was a dead silence in the ward, Zhang Sinian turned his face suddenly, met Liang Hecheng's eyes, and turned away suddenly. He paced a few times, and finally couldn't hold back: "I'm only half blind, do they think I'm deaf?"
What kind of face is not spent, what is at a loss, what is coaxing people... sour teeth!
Not long after, Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu came back with their lunch boxes, Ding Hanbai hugged Ji Shenyu, wrapped his thin shoulders with big hands, and looked at each other a few steps away, his eyes full of comfort.
The two old men froze, Liang Hecheng coughed heavily: "Shen Yu, come here!"
Zhang Sinian was very angry: "What are you dawdling about, what kind of rice did you buy?!"
The atmosphere was quite strange. The four of them were eating around the table. Ji Shenyu looked up and saw Zhang Sinian looking at him strangely. Ding Hanbai served Liang Hecheng rice porridge, and suddenly realized that the other party was about to die, but his anger was comparable to that of Captain Chi Gong.
He thought to himself, did it come back so soon
After eating hastily, this Ji Shenyu was firmly grasped by Liuzhi's right hand, for fear that he would be abducted by others. That Ding Hanbai leaned to the side, and was ruthlessly pulled away by Zhang Sinian.
Inexplicable... Stayed until it was dark. Before leaving, Ding Hanbai hired someone to take care of him at night, so Ji Shenyu was not allowed to stay. Ji Shenyu was not at ease, and at this juncture, it would be good to spend more time with him.
Ding Hanbai picked up the other party and said in a low voice, "If you come back tomorrow morning, Master Liang has to sleep at night. When you wake up in the daytime, you can come and serve him, will you?"
Ji Shen said nothing, and Ding Hanbai said sentence after sentence, Xiaozhi moved with emotion and reason, his deep voice became deeper and deeper, and grasping his arm turned into a grasping hand. I'm so patient, I can't seem to see the end, it's even hotter than the porridge I just ate.
Master Shi Keren couldn't bear it, and Zhang Sinian scolded: "It's such a virtue to coax a junior brother, if you coax your wife in the future, you'll be turned into a mollusk!"
Liang Hecheng struggled: "My apprentice didn't ask him to coax him!"
The older generation's style is really tough, and they directly shoved Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu out of the house, pushing and shoving them, as if it was superfluous to look at them. After the two of them left in despair, Zhang Sinian returned to the bed and stared at Liang Hecheng for a closer look.
Having suffered from storms and serious crimes, these two old men were not worried about death at all at this time, and they were only thinking about the two apprentices who responded to others.
"I have lived for most of my life. When I was rich and powerful, I saw hot men and green women. When I was knocked down, I also saw Lao Yan Fen Fei. I have never seen a man talk to another man like that!" Zhang Sinian hasn't calmed down yet. , frowning blindly and shouting.
Liang Hecheng was in great pain, but he also got goosebumps and thought, "It's not quite right..."
Zhang Sinian echoed: "Absolutely wrong, these two little..." He suddenly remembered the scene in the antique market, when Ding Hanbai saw Ji Shenyu and threw the painting away, his happy expression, his earnest and anxious look...
The two old clappers faced each other, their eyes fixed, only their minds worked. The brothers and sisters under the same roof get along day and night, admire each other's craftsmanship, and they have all given birth to good skins, and they are at a good age when they are wandering...
Thinking back to each other's language and expressions, eye movements... The two were entangled in each other, and finally shocked the two of them.
Liang Hecheng said first, "It's broken!"
Zhang Sinian quickly occupied the commanding heights: "It must be your apprentice who seduced my apprentice. You are a scheming old fox, and he is a delusional little fox!"
Liang Hecheng died of anger: "Fuck!" Ji Shenyu knew Ding Hanbai's identity first, but he didn't want to see him at all, it must have been forced by Ding Hanbai. He said, "That apprentice of yours is not a decent gentleman, he will do everything after stalking and playing tricks, or can he agree with you?!"
Zhang Sinian sat down and said, "I'm blind, and you're blind too? Who is coaxing who? My apprentice is so shy in front of others, and he is not sure how to show his warm face behind his back. of!"
Liang He took advantage of the pain to remain silent, and almost passed his anger. Once the foreign ink is poured, it will open up a lot, so you may not know how bad it is."
The noise got louder and louder, and the moment the nurse pushed the door, it was all quiet again: "What's the noise, be quiet."
The two old men apologized and kept silent, looking like grandsons, and stared again when the door closed. One is half-blind, one is six-fingered, one is just living, and one is dying. For a long time, he sighed at the same time.
Zhang Sinian glanced at the painting on the table, scolded Ding Hanbai for being careless, and simply unfolded it so that Liang Hecheng could also take a look. "Zhongnan Jiyoutu", they temporarily forgot about the rest, and through the light, you commented on the copying level one by one.
After reading the paintings and reading the poems, the broken tiles shook the wind, and the stones piled up in the clouds, Liang Hecheng said, "I have been disturbed by the wind and clouds in my life. I was dismantled and ran around the world. I understood then."
Zhang Sinian said: "Money is more than a bastard? If it weren't for money, my dad would be killed alive? A family is scattered all over the place, and I was blinded in one eye."
Liang Hecheng nodded: "I didn't mess up my hands. It wasn't enough to wear out the scars. I was soaked in the stinging glaze. But it was beautiful. When I was awesome, who didn't know about Six Fingers?"
Zhang Sinian stammered: "Scenery? In those days, the three courtyards of the Ding family were not enough for my family's carriage. Who hasn't had a good time in this life?"
The words stopped in Liang Hecheng's cough, Zhang Sinian leaned over to give the other party a good breath, got close, two pairs of turbid eyes met, no one was more vicissitudes of life. Look away and keep looking at the painting.
It was so quiet that they didn't even breathe.
Don't choke anymore, it's the first time in this life that it stops like this.
For a long time, for a long time, Liang Hecheng muttered, "Ghost eyes, I'm going to die."
Zhang Sinian said: "Everyone has to die. It's time to learn to walk, to go to school, to get married and have children. The same is true for death.
Liang Hecheng smiled slowly, and there was a snoring movement in his chest. Zhang Sinian laughed along, sly, understanding, and a touch of comfort. The painting was good. It was about Mount Zhongnan, and the poems on it were also good. They all liked it.
"You have to do it." Liang Hecheng muttered, "You gave me a lesson before I died, and I lost?"
Zhang Sinian said: "Let's tie, otherwise the comparison will be endless."
He laughed again, and worked together to scroll the painting, only the last sentence was revealed on the side. Stop, look at each other, everything is put on hold, everything is indifferent. Good, bad, happy and sad, at this moment in this life, what is death
Fart is not.
In the world of Xiao Jie, come to a burning heart and change one's bones, Wanquan He Yunyun, looking forward to a new life.
Fearless and fearless.