Suo Jinling

He Xiuzhu was busy like a spinning top these days, and the small shop that has just come down can't move his legs, the cloth bags wrapped in medicinal materials are all kinds of strange, piled up in a group in the grid, the backyard is overgrown with weeds, and there are several earthen pots standing up, strange. The stone is soaked into thick black by the smell of medicine.

The low stools in front of the pharmacy were full of people waiting, and they lined up to the door of the steamed cake shop on the left. The shop owner came to protest, but He Xiuzhu had no choice but to ask the patients to wait in the small courtyard. He Xiuzhu's white shirt was long gone, his sweat-drenched black hair was tied up with a curled headband, and strangled casually on his forehead. He was checking the pulse with one hand and grabbing the medicine with the other. He would go into the backyard to watch the fire from time to time. After finally being busy until noon, I went to the bakery to buy two sesame cakes, swallowed them whole, choked on them, nestled behind the curtain and poured cold water, and sighed a long time.

Not long after he and his father He Zhongyin came from outside the pass, they just settled down and took down the books. They hurriedly set up a shop. They wanted to resume their old business and earn some money for two days. The land deed was laid out, and before the silver was found, a large IOU was obtained first. The father and son looked at each other in dismay, He Zhongyin had no choice but to copy calligraphy and paintings, and asked his son to go to the pawnshop to try his luck. The buyer spent a huge sum of money to buy the painting and hung it in the main hall of the hall. This buyer makes a living as a drinker. There are many wives and concubines in his family. Asking for a painting, He Zhongyin thanked the guests behind closed doors, and never allowed anyone to enter the door, but He Xiuzhu, who had suffered from the errands, racked his brains every day to refuse visitors, and his mouth was thick.

Thinking of this, He Xiuzhu heaved a sigh in the bed, he remembered things quite late, he only knew that since he could walk, he followed his father and wandered, and there were years of wars before, some places could live for three months, some places could only sleep In the past few days, over the years, the temple has slept on bridges, tree holes, and even tree branches when resting in the jungle.

Fortunately, his father, He Zhongyin, is good at writing and drawing, and he is a master of medicine in terms of medical skills. He didn't stay in one place for a long time, and after staying incognito for a while, he moved to the next place. He packed up his bed and left after just getting better in the next place. He Xiuzhu himself has no talent in painting and calligraphy, but he still has some accomplishments in medical skills, although he is not like his father. With such a profound way, some headaches and brain fever can still be cured.

Over the years, Dad took him to visit famous mountains and great rivers, and tasted all kinds of herbs in the mountains. He ate it without changing his color, wrote and drew pictures in the notebook he carried with him, and described their shapes. He Xiuzhu was terrified every day, for fear that his father would be poisoned and died, but maybe God favored them, these years, white, red, green, purple After eating it, Dad's stomach seems to be made of steel and iron, and there has never been a mistake.

When He Xiuzhu was young, he would secretly think that he and his father were prisoners who were offered a reward for arrest. Every time he went to a place, he would sneak to the government notice board, take advantage of the dark night and high wind, and use candles to observe the appearance on the portrait. The portraits were changed over and over again, but there was no sign of them. After a long time, he was relieved, and he followed his father to make his home around the world with peace of mind.

It was only after the world settled down that they lived a stable life. There were people visiting the front door every day. With Dad's previous behavior, they might have to move overnight again.

He Xiuzhu sighed, frowning, there are many vendors in this Yongkang city, there are festivals to celebrate every now and then, the market is even more endless day and night, there are all kinds of delicacies from all over the world, He Xiuzhu doesn't have many hobbies on weekdays, but he loves to think about food , made a lot of salt and condiments, went to the market every day to look for meat and came back to make soup. Now I haven’t visited the market, let alone have a chance to eat it. If I leave overnight...

He Xiuzhu was about to cry, but he touched his face to calm his mind, saw that the time had come, raised his hand to open the curtain, and let the patients in line come in.

This afternoon, I was too busy to touch the ground, boiled a lot of medicinal soup, and when I had to wash my face, I rinsed out a bucket full of black water, turning it around in the waves, and my lips were black.

Until the sun went down and the sun was setting, there were far fewer people queuing up. The cake shops and porridge shops on the left and right closed the curtains, and they went home to enjoy the family happiness. Clearing up the surplus, I made a long list of things to do the next day, and then I closed the curtain with satisfaction, and went back to my father for help with the intractable diseases that could not be solved.

The small courtyard they live in is located in a remote location, and it was left by people who left their homes during the war. Originally, it was overgrown with weeds, moss covered the rocks, and there were not even a few wild flowers. He Zhongyin always liked peace and cleanliness, so he moved in. Then he started to clean the yard, repair the house, and planted many wild flowers and fruit trees. He Xiuzhu often felt that his father had a bag of treasures in his hand, and he could find all kinds of rare animals, flowers, grasses, insects and fish from it. The courtyard was turned over by my father's skillful hands, and the breeze blows, and the flowers are full of flowers, swaying and swaying, what a colorful scene.

He Xiuzhu opened the door and went in, first put down the cloth bag, spit in his hands, rubbed his fists and gestured a few times, climbed up the tree trunk, picked a few hard milky white nuts, and gnawed happily.

The courtyard is surrounded by walls on all sides. Sitting on a tree branch, you can see the outside of the wall. The market in the distance is bustling with people.

But He Xiuzhu doesn't miss his homeland, every place he wanders with his father is his homeland.

After eating enough fruit to relieve his heartache, he climbed down with hands and feet, washed the fruit in the yard, took a bag in, and put it in the bedroom.

"At the beginning of human beings, sex is what it is, sex is similar, habits are far away..."

There are faint children reading at the other end of the study, their voices are milky and childish, which is very cute and cute. A few candles are flickering brightly, making the inside as bright as day. When the unlucky child was in custody, he went back to the bedroom by himself, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to dig out the prepared recipes, went into the firewood room to light the pot, and cooked the meat according to the time.

Cooking ingredients is a rare time for him to rest. He never tires of it, humming in the smoky fire, waiting for the soup to be stewed on a low fire. It was steaming hot inside, and the fat and thin pieces of meat had the color of brown sugar, dotted with finely chopped green onions, the meat was soft, tender and plump, waiting for him to salivate and growl endlessly.

Here he was cooking meat soup, and there he took out the wooden board, picked and washed the leaves picked in the morning, chopped them into small pieces, and mixed them with the sauce. After a few stirs, it was even more crispy and mouth-watering. He Xiuzhu was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, he threw a piece of leaves into the mouth, put them on the stove, and went into the courtyard to busy pounding glutinous rice.

This kind of glutinous rice is soft and sticky to the teeth, it is very laborious to pound, it is not easy to digest, it is food for coaxing children, He Xiuzhu has no interest in it, but his father's steel-made viscera prefers these, and he is happy every time he eats it His eyebrows and eyes are frowned, like a child who has acquired something he loves. In order to please his father, He Xiuzhu takes great pleasure in teasing him every day. He pounded out a lot of ways to eat that bit of glutinous rice, including frying and cooking. He is here Sweating profusely, he didn't know how time flies, until he smelled the fragrance, he turned his head suddenly, and raised his neck aggrieved: "Daddy eat two yuan less, at least save some for me!"

In the twilight, the moonlight flows like water, and a blue shirt flutters with the wind. He Zhongyin has high eyebrows and deep eyes, black hair and snow skin, like a bamboo with a straight waist, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and growing quietly at night.

If you don't hold the full meat bowl in your hand... it can be called Yushu Linfeng.

"Father," He Xiuzhu looked eagerly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "my son has been running around in front of the house and backyard for a whole day without touching his feet. Can you bear it?"

Although he called daddy, there was no distinction between old and young, just because He Zhongyin's face did not show the years. After these years, except for a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes, there was almost no change in his father's body. The two left On the street, people who say that they are brothers believe it.

He Xiuzhu knew that his father was dignified outside, upright and well-behaved, shy away from strangers, kept a distance from those around him, but at home he had a temper, took pleasure in teasing himself, and put a lifelike toad on his bedside from time to time , stuffed a cold and stiff snake slough into his quilt, which made him tremble in cold sweat, and jumped on the ground hugging the quilt.

Right now, just eating a few more pieces of stewed meat can be called showing mercy.

He Zhongyin came forward with the meat bowl, bent over and said with a smile: "Is the son angry with Daddy?"

"How dare my son," He Xiuzhu drooped his head, groaning, "Parents who suffer from body and skin, just a few pieces of stewed meat..."

Before he finished speaking, he jumped up suddenly, stretched his neck and let out a groan, swallowed most of the meat bowl, and coughed until he choked.

"Such a delicious bowl," He Zhongyin shook his head, "It's really a waste of money to pour it down like a cow's drink."

He Xiuzhu hummed twice, thinking if it wasn't for you being old and disrespectful, why would I choke myself?

He Zhongyin put down the meat bowl and patted his son on the back repeatedly. The father and son washed their hands with their sleeves up, took out a bucket of chilled grapes from the well, and sent them to the table as a snack.

The two of them ate three dishes and one soup. In front of He Xiuzhu was a bowl of fragrant rice, and in front of He Zhongyin was a serving of sticky rice in a bamboo tube. He Xiuzhu had been hungry for a whole day, and he ate quickly, leaving a bowl of rice in a hurry. He Zhongyin was full of meat, and he would chew slowly and carefully, without any signs of panic.

He Xiuzhu hiccupped, looked at his father's expression carefully, and couldn't help thinking that his father was giving lectures in a private school during the day, and he wondered if he would be blocked by people, if he had to move out tonight... then Collect the herbs from the shop, collect the washed and dried clothes, collect the dried vegetables drying in the back of the house, and collect the stuffed vegetables pickled in barrels...

"Why doesn't my son eat it?" He Zhongyin knocked on the edge of the bowl, looking at people with a half-smile, "After all these years, my son is still a little doormat. Daddy made a mistake, and Daddy will apologize to you."

He Xiuzhu came back to his senses, raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks: "Don't talk nonsense, Dad! Why have you been angry for so long, it's just, just..."

"It's just what." He Zhongyin put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked up at the person with a smile, "why do you still hesitate to say a few words, what's the secret, let's tell Dad."

"No, it's nothing." He Xiuzhu didn't want to say too much, worried that it would arouse the idea of ​​father packing up and leaving, "I finished eating, and went to the room to boil water. It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Daddy should go to bed earlier."

He Zhongyin was noncommittal: "Oh."

The soles of He Xiuzhu's feet were smeared with oil, so he obediently went into the room to boil water. He was already familiar with doing these things, and he was a good hand at serving others. The door came in, wearing only unlined clothing, with clogs on his feet, yawning and shaking, and holding a half-eaten bamboo tube in his hand.

"Daddy has a very good appetite," He Xiuzhu clapped his hands, "he will surely live a long life."

He Zhongyin opened his eyelids and glanced at him lazily: "It's up to you to say."

He Xiuzhu: "..."

He Zhongyin did not avoid suspicion, walked to the side of the bucket, lifted his robe, and raised his feet to go into the water. His skin was white, as if carved from winter snow, and when immersed in the water, the cold snow melted, revealing the splendor of spring.

He Xiuzhu worked hard and waited for refills. After adding water twice, he stared at his father's back and couldn't help muttering: "Father, the medicine is three-point poisonous. If the poison enters the lungs, you and I will be helpless." , it is already the third watch, and there will probably be no more visitors, and tomorrow I will take a few days off as sick and take a good rest."

He Zhongyin remained unmoved, with the back of his neck leaning on the side of the bucket, his arms playing with the running water, steaming out bursts of white mist.

He Xiuzhu begged in a low voice: "Daddy..."

"Understood," He Zhongyin sighed, scratching his ear with his little finger, "bring the medicine powder here."

"Hey!"

He Xiuzhu ran away excitedly, and soon brought back a pile of colorful medicinal powders, and put them beside his father.

He Zhongyin didn't need to weigh it, he grasped the powder based on his experience, He Xiuzhu stared at his father's hand with rounded eyes, looked at it for a long time but didn't understand how the medicine was grasped, the earthen jar was covered with fine powder At the end, He Zhongyin tapped the rim of the barrel and lifted his chin slightly: "Go."

So he sent his son away.

He Xiuzhu boiled a crock pot of medicine with a disheveled face, trotted back holding it in his arms, and presented it to his father.

He Zhongyin grabbed the earthen pot, poured half of it into the water, pinched his nose and poured the other half of the pot of medicinal soup, took a deep breath, and immersed himself in the water.

He Xiuzhu closed the door, tightened the screen, moved a small stool and sat beside him, waiting carefully.

It would take at least half an hour for the concoction to take effect. He Xiuzhu was restless, and from time to time he leaned over to the bucket to care about his father's condition.

The transparent water gradually turned black, until it was like ink, and the color inside could not be seen clearly.

A full hour passed, the water was rushing, and He Zhongyin stood dripping in the bucket like a dragon swimming in the sea.

Thick blond hair hangs behind her, against her snow-like skin, hanging down her neck.

The blue eyes are like colored glaze in the night, shining brightly like waterfalls.

He Xiuzhu rubbed his eyes, hurriedly grabbed the cloth shirt, and covered him in it: "Father, you are really my dear father! Late at night, be careful to catch a cold!"

After removing this disguise, He Zhongyin was very tired, yawning one after another: "I'm tired, my son helped me go back and rest."

He Xiuzhu curled his lips helplessly, brought a low stool under the bucket, and helped his father back to the room to rest. The two of them had just approached the bedroom when someone knocked on the door. Mouth flustered.

The two looked at each other, held their breath, and looked straight at the door.

The sound outside the door was even louder, and it sounded like a desperate knock for half a day. The wooden door creaked and shook, and the door latch was crumbling.

He Xiuzhu had no choice but to raise his voice, and shouted loudly: "Who is here?"

"General Chen Rui from the Yongkang City General's Mansion sent a greeting card," the outsider responded loudly, "Cheng Huo has stopped outside the door, I am waiting for orders, and invite Mr. He to enter the mansion immediately!"