New Year's Eve does not come quietly, with the sound of firecrackers, red lanterns, and boxes full of peanut candy, and the atmosphere of the New Year is everywhere. There are many Ding family members, so every year on New Year's Eve, we must gather together and have a good meal together.
The kitchen was crowded, Ding Keyu chopped stuffing, Ji Shenyu kneaded the noodles, and the other young and old were busy with their own work. There was a burst of hurried footsteps, and everyone raised their heads to see Ding Hanbai rushing with his sleeves rolled up, all covered in chicken feathers.
Jiang Caiwei asked, "What are you doing?"
Ding Hanbai said, "Your sister asked me to kill the chicken, and the chicken ran around in the yard." He put down the kitchen knife and washed his hands. Ji Shenyu asked, "Then don't kill him?"
Ding Hanbai could see clearly that the man was wearing an apron, stretched out his waist, kneading the dough with a pair of clean hands, and couldn't tell which one was more delicate. "Kill, you accompany me." His heart swayed in the crowd, his eyes were hooked, "I'm not used to using a kitchen knife, I have to use a carving knife."
All the brothers and sisters went on strike and went to the courtyard to watch Ding Hanbai perform killing chickens. In the 30th year, in the clean and square yard, the trees are trees and the flowers are flowers, a fat brown-haired old hen struts, sometimes spreads its wings, sometimes pecks the ground, and confronts Ding Hanbai.
Ding Han Bai has to wear ironed white shirts to kill chickens, thin, but not cold. He was tense all over, holding one of his hands behind, holding a long-handled carving knife in his hand, the blade of which was no more than a centimeter long. "Shh." He approached, pressing his steps.
That chicken was not a good friend either. It fluttered and fluttered around, and Ding Hanbai's iron heart chased after him. He kicked the chicken into the air with one kick, and then snapped his wings. "—Ah!" The three onlookers exclaimed, and they didn't see Ding Han's white hands rising and falling at all, only to see a spout of chicken blood that was more than a meter long.
The blade dripped blood, and the knife was very deep, too deep. The chicken's head was completely broken after shaking a few times, and it fell on the stone brick. Ji Shenyu was dumbfounded, recalling that he used a knife to slash a hooligan, and Ding Hanbai's speed and strength were several times that of him.
Before everyone could recover, Ding Yanshou rushed out and cursed: "Prodigal son! Clean up my yard!"
Everyone fled again, Ding Hanbai stood alone in the center of the courtyard, raised his eyes and saw Ji Shenyu still sitting in the corridor. He asked, "Why don't you go back and make a face?"
Ji Shenyu said: "Others don't care about you, I care."
Ding Hanbai asked again, "Is it good for me to kill chickens?"
Ji Shenyu said happily: "It looks good, can you kill pigs next year?"
Ding Hanbai approached slowly and approached the corridor, holding on to the railings and looking at Ji Shenyu: "Killing pigs? The beads are going to kill me, how can I do it?"
In the evening, the whole family gathers together happily, the food is served with Maotai, and everyone's face is crimson. Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu were still Qingming, they took a dumpling after dinner and went to the hospital to visit Liang Hecheng.
The hospital was deserted. Unexpectedly, the ward was served with food and drink. Zhang Sinian was drinking with Liang Hecheng. These two pitiful old men, one useless and one dying, got together on this festive occasion.
Dumplings were placed, and with the firecrackers and fireworks in the early morning clinking glasses, Ding Hanbai said, "You two elders have forgotten their grievances with a smile."
Liang Hecheng retorted: "Gone away the kindness, there used to be only hatred."
Zhang Sinian echoed: "Have no hatred, you can't survive me anyway."
As long as the choking ended, Liang Hecheng's body could only bear a few words, and the six-fingered right hand could not hold the dumplings either. Ji Shenyu hello, the old man muttered: "Dumplings are just wine, take a bite, drink a cup, and there is no regret."
Ji Shenyu said, "Master, eat another one."
Liang Hecheng looked at him and shook his head. This body can't get much food, and the pain also hides hunger. Ji Shenyu doesn't cry, doesn't sigh, doesn't say anything dejected, but smiles and strokes the extra little finger.
Zhang Sinian said: "Your master has a nickname in Jianghu, called Ghost Hand."
Ji Shenyu heard Fang Huaiqing say it, and also knew that Zhang Sinian was called Ghost Eye. The grievances and grievances of the past years, those contests, those mutual pitting calculations have all been blurred, even if the fireworks outside the window are like lights, it is not real.
They only returned late at night, and when they woke up, it was the first day of the new year. Except for the crackling of firecrackers, they could hear the movement in the front yard from the bedroom. Ji Shenyu's eyes were drowsy and empty, and the person who slept with him had already woken up.
He hurried to get dressed, when there was a shout from outside the house, and Jiang Tingen Bei'er jumped in spiritedly: "Ji Zhuzhu! Happy New Year, Happy New Year, eldest brother told me to call you up!"
Ji Shenyu laughed: "Why are you so early?"
Jiang Tingen said: "Uncle has a lot of people here, and all of our brothers and sisters are here." He sat down on the edge of the bed, "Eldest brother is helping to entertain and can't go away, so I..."
The other party stopped, Ji Shenyu looked up suspiciously. Jiang Tingen asked, "What are those red points on your shoulders?"
Ji Shenyu looked down, what could it be? It was the mark that Ding Han's white hair sucked out ruthlessly. His face was red and white unpredictably, and he dressed up and made up: "Yesterday, I wore a sweater next to the meat, and it was tied."
Jiang Tingen approached: "Did you know? When a man and a woman are making out with their mouths, the impression is the same."
Ji Shenyu's heart was trembling, for fear that the fourth child was implying something, or even mocking him. "It's like you made out." He forced himself to calm down. "Besides, who is going to suck me? Men and women can't be kissed by men, right?"
Jiang Tingen blushed: "You Nan Manzi are really not serious, I'm back in the front yard!"
Ji Shenyu will lose three years of his life after he gets through the border, and he will rush to the front yard when he is ready. Good guy, the door is wide open, there is a pot of hot tea under the porch, and seven or eight cushions are thrown under the steps. As soon as he looked up, Ding Yanshou was standing in the living room, and Ding Hanbai greeted the guests inside and out.
People who come here can't just look at their age. They may be older or younger. They call uncles, uncles, and even grandpas. One after another, uncles, brothers or relatives, the juniors kowtowed, and Wu Yang knelt down.
Furthermore, there are people in the line who shout "Boss Ding", like it's endless, and I can't wait to connect end to end. This was the first time Ji Shenyu saw this battle. It used to be lively in Yangzhou, and Ji Fangxu's friends also came to visit, but it was not so spectacular.
"Be careful!" Ding Hanbai called to him.
He hurried over and was pushed into the living room before he could be questioned. Ding Hanbai introduced to a house of decent uncles and uncles, "This is Ji Shenyu, who made the jade incense burner, and Shizhang was also his old man. In the past, Master Ji in Yangzhou was his father."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked surprised, probably because Ji Shenyu was young. Ji Shenyu was at a loss for what to do, but he greeted people generously. When people asked him about Ji Fangxu's life, he answered them succinctly.
What a rising star, what is out of the blue, Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu stand side by side, accepting overwhelming praise. One of the most familiar people, patted Ding Yanshou and said, "The master of Yupinji has a successor. You should retire. Let's go all over the world and be the shopkeeper."
Ding Yanshou laughed and chatted with the group of colleagues over tea. Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu came out, walked along the porch, and stopped in the corner to talk. "If you want to be open in the morning, if you're sleepy, take a nap in the afternoon." Ding Hanbai said, "Since the jade incense burner was carved, there have been many more people asking about you."
Ji Shenyu couldn't hide his excitement: "Can I really be a master in the future?"
Ding Hanbai didn't answer, he knew that Ji Shenyu likes to carve, but also likes to create objects, and he won't intervene in the balance between the two. Ji Shenyu knew in this moment of silence, took a step closer and lowered his voice: "Aren't you going to collect the scraps for me to repair? I will help you when I become a master, even if I'm too busy to touch the ground. Help. Between Master and you, I have chosen to let Master down... In short, I value you the most."
In this broad daylight, the elders inside the house wall were chatting and laughing, and the neighbors outside the courtyard wall were running around to congratulate. Ding Hanbai settled in this corner and listened to Ji Shenyu to clarify his thoughts. He wanted to hold each other's hand, hesitating every second to touch his head, not only his lover, but also his brother's friendship.
After being so busy until noon, the afternoon finally came to an end. The whole family closed the door and moved out of the mahjong table to entertain themselves. Jiang Tingen lost the lucky money by three and five, and dragged the two aunts to act like a spoiled child, and then Jiang Caiwei came to take revenge, and he was defeated without returning to the original.
After coming and going, only Ding Hanbai made a fortune in a muffled voice, and finally pushed the cards and made a fool of himself. He doesn't play anymore, what's the point of winning money, it's fun to go out and spend money. With Ji Shenyu, I went shopping and went for a ride, and I came to Tortoiseshell.
Ji Shenyu was carrying a decent amount of New Year's money, and left and right Ding Han with bright eyes, so he was just waiting to find out. Turning around, Ding Hanbai stopped in front of a stall selling clothes, a jacket, a wide-sleeved blouse, an embroidered belt... He was curious: "Boss, the style of the Republic of China is very beautiful."
The older one had a hot chat with the boss, the younger one went to buy candied haws to eat, and bought it back for a listen, just finished talking about the Revolution of 1911. Ji Shenyu hid while eating, sweet and sour, but raised his eyes and bumped into the suffering of the world. A white-haired old man, sitting under a tree weeping, is out of tune with the atmosphere of this New Year.
When asked, the old man shook his head and said nothing. Ji Shenyu noticed the burden: "Grandpa, are you selling something or buying something?"
The old man raised his voice and cried, which alarmed Ding Hanbai, who was chatting excitedly. Ding Han Bai Dian Dian ran over, and without the slightest sympathy, he opened his mouth and asked, "Is there something good? Take it out and I will protect my eyes. Uncle, if you don't cry for money or bad luck, you can take a break. "
The old man unpacked, and inside was a black and flowered utensil.
Ding Hanbai took it and knocked it, the bronze ware, the style of Xuande in the Ming Dynasty. "Copper sprinkled with gold, this copper is pure and pure." He didn't finish speaking, but glanced at the other party, "I've never seen someone cry when they sell something. You bought it, right?"
The old man said, "I don't hide it from you. I've been deceived."
Since he was frank, Ding Hanbai simply took the words: "This copper is definitely good copper, and I can't find any faults in the shape and style, but the gold sprinkled on the whole body is not right, it's just a layer of gold powder. After being sprinkled, it is coated with a layer of pulp, and the texture is rough. " asked again, "how much money have you spent?"
The old man choked: "Fifty-five thousand, my family went bankrupt."
Ding Hanbai joked: "This intact Xuande furnace is only 55,000 yuan. Can it be true?"
The old man was surprised: "Do you still buy the fake one?"
He said, "I see you as a poor old man. Imagine if my dad would go bankrupt and sit on the street crying, I hope someone can help him." Pulling the old man up, he showed his sincerity, "I'm in business, tens of thousands of dollars. I can get it."
There is a bank next to it, and Ding Hanbai took the money to buy this thing. As soon as the old man left, he took Ji Shenyu and stood on the pavement to blow air, and said, "Master Xiao Ji, please take care of yourself."
Ji Shenyu was shocked: "Isn't this a fake? Do you need to repair it?"
At first glance, this is indeed a fake, or a fake with a low level, but the reason why it is faked is because it is too damaged. In other words, this is actually a genuine piece of badass.
Ji Shenyu asked, "Is that scrap worth fifty-five thousand?"
Ding Hanbai said: "If it's worth it, you don't have to work hard, and I will only give the old man 30,000 yuan if it's worth it. He has to remember the pain in the flesh, so that he can learn a lesson."
Looking at the object again, the whole body was covered with gold, but the color blocks were different in shape. Ji Shen's tone was stern: "It's hard to pick and toss me!" After scolding, he saw a van on the side of the road.
The door opened, and the people who came down were more familiar, Tong Peifan and Fang Huaiqing.
The four of them met again. It's a big New Year's Eve, and it's justifiable not to have a drink. In a restaurant on the side of the street, next to the window, Tong Peifan shaved his stubble to look younger, and sat down for Fang Huaiqing to take off his jacket and scarf.
Fang Huaiqing said lightly, "Wear it."
The sleeves were not rolled up, the two sections were empty, Ji Shenyu stared for a moment and averted his eyes to look at the treetops outside. It was just a chance encounter, but Ding Hanbai was very excited and asked about Tong Peifan's current situation, business, and prospects.
He clearly does not speak secretly: "Brother Tong, I had an idea when I saw you, just now." He poured tea for the other party, and this ordinary communication etiquette was simply condescending to him. , "I want to set up a porcelain kiln. If you have you, it will be even more powerful, how about it?"
Tong Peifan asked, "Do you want to partner? Or hire me?"
Ding Hanbai said: "If you have money, you can work in partnership, if you don't have money, you can work with me. When you make money, you can expand one kiln into two kilns, and I will give you another one." He Shenyu is engaged in the restoration of defective products. The proportion of porcelain is the largest, and it is inconvenient to have no kiln. In the future, I will open an antique city, and each store will need basic distribution. At the beginning, I also want to be a supplier. Much better."
Things are divided into three, six and nine, and not every kiln can do all of them. Ding Hanbai thought about it, he and Tong Peifan set up a porcelain kiln, and the other party has rich experience, while Ji Shenyu understands firing, and the division of labor is seamless. At the mention of this plan, Tong Peifan pondered, saying that he should consider it, and considering it means he is tempted.
In this world, there is no one willing to wander around without a fixed place, let alone bring a disabled person.
Ji Shenyu didn't speak for a while. He always knew that Ding Han Baiyi was bold, but he didn't expect that his management mind would be so flexible, and he had such a clear plan for the future. When it was quiet, he asked Fang Huaiqing, "Brother Shi, are you living in the city temporarily?"
Fang Huaiqing said: "The old house has not been cleaned up, and it has been in the guest house for the past two days."
Ji Shenyu nodded: "Master is in the hospital, go take a look if you have time."
Fang Huaiqing was still dead: "I'm afraid he will die immediately when he sees me."
The bottom of the cup slammed, neither light nor heavy, Ji Shenyu's eyes were also cold, and his words were cold: "A life is still a flashback, anyway, the old man has not many days, if he has any regrets in this life, you must be one of them, go and recognize him. Wrong, let him be one less."
Fang Huaiqing smiled nonchalantly, as if laughing at Ji Shenyu's nosy. Ji Shenyu was not annoyed, and looked at each other calmly until the smile disappeared. "On the day I was hospitalized, Master let me see the painting and taught me." He said, "That painting is really long.
In fact, there was sound around, but this place was suddenly so quiet.
The tea has been brewed three times, the hot becomes cold, and the cold becomes hot again.
After some time, Fang Huaiqing asked, "Which hospital?"
After leaving late, Ding Hanbai drove slowly and was in a good mood. After all, he got the item and mentioned cooperation. Ji Shenyu was a little weak, and after a long time passed, he said to himself, "Master Liang is really dying."
Ding Hanbai said, "Yes, the doctor can't do anything about it."
Ji Shenyu recalled that Ji Fangxu was like this at the beginning, and there was no way to do it. Fortunately, he and his wife sent them off. He sighed softly, exhaled his sullen breath, and said relaxedly, "I'm going to send Master Liang away. Fortunately, he met me, otherwise he would be alone."
Ding Hanbai asked, "Are you sad?"
Ji Shenyu replied: "I'm not an iron egg, so of course I'll be sad. But it's actually more gratifying than sad. I met the old man, I learned my skills, and he was taken care of. This is the end of God's mercy and the best of both worlds. ."
Ding Hanbai agreed: "Yes, everyone is going to die. Whether it's a husband and wife or a brother, the one who died is reluctant to let go, and the one who stays can't let go. It's the most painful. According to me, I will say what I want to say at the end. When you’re done, call your name again, and go in a dashing manner.”
Ji Shenyu said, "The one left behind is still panting, what should I do if I miss the other party?"
Ding Hanbai said again: "Didn't you take a photo of yourself before you met? Just live it well, look at the old photos when you think about it, think about the life we used to live together, cry or laugh, it doesn't matter."
Ji Shenyu turned his face quickly: "Senior brother, I want your photos, many, many pictures."
It looked a little apprehensive, and a little like a sudden realization. Ding Hanbai responded, turned around and galloped, looking around on the street, he ran around the whole area, and finally found a photo studio that was still open.
The two of them, sitting side by side in shirts, took a group photo this winter, the first New Year after their encounter.
Ding Hanbai said: "I will take a picture every Spring Festival from now on, and write the year on the back."
Ji Shenyu replied, "Let's take pictures of masters and teachers, and if we have apprentices in the future, we'll take pictures of apprentices as well."
Having said that, I got into the car, the exhaust gas was grey and white, and it was far away. Returning home, Ji Shenyu lay hysterical on the bay window of the study, clutching the photo and the jade pendant that Ding Hanbai gave him. When Ding Hanbai came in to look for him, he smiled sadly.
"Brother, it would be great if Lao Ji could see you."
Ding Han Bai Yilin: "How scary is that..."
Ji Shenyu smiled crookedly, twisting his body and beating the bed: "I want him to know that I am with you. I found someone handsome and suave." When Ding Hanbai sat beside him, he leaned over, "Senior brother, Master Liang and Master Zhang are both in their 60s and 70s, and they don’t even care about life and death. After 50 years, 60 years later, if you also look down on everything, will you still like me as much as you do now?”
Ding Hanbai said deliberately, "How do I know, I'm only twenty now."
Ji Shenyu scolded: "What happened at twenty? At twenty, you coaxed your junior brother to be nice to you and kissed you in bed. Why didn't you do anything? When you messed with me, your sweetheart screamed in turn, and you didn't agree to anything while wearing pants?"
Ding Hanbai almost took off his pants: "I promise, okay? Don't say that I still like you in fifty or sixty years. I'm like a bastard. I've lived for a thousand years and I've always liked you."
Ji Shenyu turned anger into joy, found something, and hugged Ding Hanbai's arms little by little. Holding Ding Hanbai's shoulder, he approached and whispered, "Senior brother, I want to give you a sip."
He made Ding Hanbai blush. Under the dim light, Bai Yuhong turned into bloodstone. He leaned up on his back, kissed his cheek with a touch of water, and then kissed the tip of his nose... He felt that the nose was tall and high in the morning, and it looked a bit fierce.
Ding Hanbai's acupuncture points were tapped and he didn't dare to move until his lips were hot.
Ji Shenyu kissed him gently, proactively, gently, not like his rogue rush, but he also made a sound. "Senior brother..." Ji Shenyu called him, the words were vague and sticky to the point of his bones being brittle.
The fireworks burst outside the window, and the tip of his tongue made this junior brother numb.
At that moment, Ding Hanbai understood everything, King You of Zhou was playing the feudal lords with beacon fires. Can you blame King You of Zhou for being an idiot? It's all the fault of the Baosi fairy! His lips and teeth were separated, and he held Ji Shenyu in his arms, for fear that this rash thing would run out and cause harm.
"Happy New Year." Huaili said.
Ding Hanbai thought, what is happiness