The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

Song Wei pondered for a moment, then gathered all her hair to the top of her head, tied it in a bun indiscriminately, found a round felt hat with the tip turned up and buckled it on, and covered it tightly with the white cloth wrapped around the wound.Taking another look in the mirror, it really is much more pleasing to the eye, what a handsome Hu Feng young man, leading the latest fashion trend.

Picking up four bottles of emerald pulp, he weighed them with both hands, feeling unsteady, and packed them in a small rattan basket from the miscellaneous room.The smell of wine came faintly, and I couldn't help shrinking my nose, lowering my head to study it carefully.Cork stoppers, cooked swim bladders, and red paper seals wrapped with green silk threads can be opened, but they cannot be closed.Feeling the big bag on the back of his head, unwilling to give up: Forget it, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Since he was sober, he was limited to indoor activities, and when he stepped out of the door for the first time, he couldn't help being extremely excited and cautious.Standing on the steps, I looked back and looked at my own door carefully-I couldn't find my own home when I came back.After sizing it up, Song Wei discovered that there was a pair of green bricks carved with carved characters on both sides of the door wall, Xiawen Xiaozhuan, very dignified.The right side said: "Jie Lie Shibiao." The left side said: "Routine Jingbiao."

No matter in which life, Song Wei always has a headache when he thinks of studying, so even though he has been an ancient for many years, his classical Chinese has not been very good.Thanks to meeting a devil-like Taifu in the first life, and studying hard for three years, it is not possible to really imitate a certain emperor after ascending the throne, and write a pen and write "I know", "I am such a man" .That hellish study life has long been swept out of Song Wei's mind.However, it probably happened to be at the right age, and the foundation laid at that time seemed to be engraved in the bones. I have not forgotten the few classics I have memorized, and I have saved my money from this.

Therefore, it is difficult for him to recognize all the eight characters at the door of his house and understand them.

After reading it, I became even more confused.My beautiful and pungent mother, if evaluated from a man's point of view, is coquettish from head to toe, and I really can't tell that she has anything to do with "Jie Lie" and "Jing Biao".Could it be that the government officials in the old capital are all blind?Or is it that Mrs. Niangqin is a model of innate duplicity?Song Wei felt that she should know the inside story, but she couldn't remember it for the time being.

After identifying the direction, he walked towards the entrance of the alley intuitively.According to his past experience, this kind of concussion-like symptoms will naturally heal slowly as long as there is no accident and it takes a long time.As short as three to five months, as long as one or two years.The advantage of recovery is that life is convenient and the heart is at ease. The disadvantage is that it is more difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. When recalling the past, it is always unclear whether it really happened or it only happened in a dream.This is also one of the reasons why his forgetfulness is getting bigger and bigger, and he doesn't like memories more and more.

Hu people don't do farming and mulberry, and few of them are educated and become officials. They were born in the frontier and can join the army, but they basically engage in the tertiary industry in the cities.The residents of Fanfang are mostly craftsmen and businessmen.Those with a large scale all have decent shops on Fanbo Street in Xishi City; those with insufficient capital build a shed in the courtyard, open a window hole in the courtyard wall, and sell some of their own products.In principle, this is not allowed, but the head of Lizhengfang is all neighbors and acquaintances, and the government can't control some minor details, so it becomes a tendency to let things go.It has gradually become a custom for people who go shopping in the West Market to turn into Fanfang to see the customs and customs and buy some special products.Over time, the original pattern of clear barriers between squares and cities was naturally broken, and it became a city within a square, and a mixture of markets and squares.

Most residents welcomed the change.After all, setting up a small stall, opening a small shop, or even setting up a private prostitute to run a gambling house are all ways to increase income.It's just that, in this way, it also breeds fertile soil to seduce idle young people represented by Song Wei.

Song Wei carried the rattan basket and swayed all the way.The sun has just come out, tourists and customers are not so early, and there are not many people coming and going in the alley.However, the small shops on both sides have already unloaded the boards, and each shop is busy and making preparations.

The old man who sold the huqin babbled and tuned the strings, raised his eyes to see Song Wei, leaned out and smiled and said, "Isn't this Song Xiaolang? Song Xiaolang is here? When are you going to get married?"

"Xiao Lang" was originally a polite address for young people, but Song Wei's name was wrong.Tiny and tiny, that's all, a street watched him grow up and yelled "Xiaolang" and "Xiaolang", full of jokes.

The man selling Hu clothes on the opposite side leaned out and pointed at Song Wei's head: "How can you wear this pointed hat when you are married!" He reached out and took off a bright red hat from the hook, "Come here, change this, Double happiness with mandarin ducks and red brocade!" Seeing Song Wei ignoring him, he yelled to himself, "As long as you Song Xiaolang are willing to change it, my old tower will give away this hat for free! Someone offered fifty coins yesterday, and old tower was not willing to sell it to him!"

We all know that Song Wei's head was broken because of a woman, and the neighbors stretched their heads to watch the commotion, giggling and laughing endlessly.For a while, Xia language, Uighur language, and Persian language were mixed, and everyone communicated without hindrance.Song Wei looked around and saw that there were several kinds of characters juxtaposed on the plaques and banners, and he probably recognized seven or eight out of ten.

The lady proprietress of the fan medicine stall threw a stone over and smiled coquettishly: "Song Xiaolang, you have accepted the slave's token of love, remember to knock on the door at night!"

Song Wei looked down and saw that it was actually a piece of frankincense, specially used to treat bruises.Smiling and stuffing it into his arms: "Save it, save it, as long as you are willing to get some mandala and bring down your man, I will knock on the door."

The old lady at the restaurant in front waved at him: "Song Xiaoyin, don't talk to these bastards. Granny will cook dumplings for you."

Song Wei happily went over and sat at the small table under the eaves.Next to it is a large brick stove for baking hummus, which makes the whole body warm, and I don't want to move when I sit down.The neighbors who watched his jokes had their fill of laughter, and went off to their own jobs.Song Wei lay half prone on the table, resting her chin lazily, feeling extremely comfortable.It seems that since I can remember, I have never been so comfortable and comfortable.

The old woman was cooking dumplings in the house, and the little girl who watched the stove took out a sesame seed cake and put it in front of Song Wei: "Brother Xiaoyin, this is for you." She kept smiling at him as she spoke, her cheeks being burnt by the stove. The fire was bright red.Song Wei thought to herself: The little girl doesn't look bad, she must be a beauty when she grows up.Tongue slipped, and he was going to say a few frivolous words to make fun of him, remembering that the grandparent and grandson called him by nickname, the relationship must be unusual, so he endured it and swallowed it.After living several lifetimes, it was only for the first time that she experienced the allure of the opposite sex. Song Wei felt that she was a little out of control, as if she couldn't help but want to prove something.

The little girl rubbed against him, getting closer, with a sad look on her face: "Brother Xiaoyin, I haven't seen you for a long time, is your injury healed?"

The freshly baked sesame biscuits were crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, Song Wei bit off half of it in one bite, and nodded with puffed cheeks: "Okay, okay..."

The little girl continued to be sad: "Brother Xiaoyin, do you really...really want to marry Pei Niang from the Gao family? I...I..."

The old lady brought out the biscuits, Song Wei hurriedly got up to take them, thanked them vaguely, and swallowed the biscuits with the soup: "Who are you listening to nonsense, it's nothing."

The little girl looked at him dubiously, and became even more sad: "If you don't marry Gao Peiniang, will the government arrest you and put you in jail?"

Song Wei was dumbfounded.With half a piece of dough in his mouth, he asked, "Who did you hear all this from?"

"Brother Xiaoxia said it. He said that if Gao Peiniang can't be found, the Gao family will sue you, sue you... for seducing and killing women from a good family..."

The little girl's voice became lower and lower, but it was enough for people to hear clearly and completely.

Song Wei patted the table: "He farted!"

The little girl shuddered.

"I just want to look for Hou Xiaoxia, to see what kind of bullshit he can come out of with that rotten mouth." Song Wei stood up as she spoke, took out a copper coin from her pocket and put it on the table.

The little girl hurriedly stopped him: "Brother Xiao Xia will be coming to have breakfast soon, brother Xiao Yin might as well sit here for a while."

Song Weizheng didn't know how to ask for directions, and hearing the words hit his heart.Thinking about what the Gao family would say to sue the officials, the more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, and I couldn't help feeling extremely disgusted with Gao Peiniang, who had no impression of her.What a happy day, because of this woman, it caused a lot of troubles.He took the second sesame seed cake handed over by the little girl and ate it viciously.

After a while, Hou Xiaoxia really came.Before the little girl could make a sound, she punched Song Wei first.

The two were poor for a while, Hou Xiaoxia accompanied Song Wei to visit Wang Da and Pei Qi.Of those two, one had a broken arm and the other a broken leg. They might as well recover quickly from a concussion.Occasionally, Song Wei couldn't catch up during the conversation, so Song Wei said that his head was seriously injured and he couldn't remember many things. over again.

Only then did Song Wei know that after she fell into a coma, both parties in the fight were residents of Fanfang, and each had their own faults, so the head of the Fangfang promised to mediate.It's just that the man's party couldn't afford serious injuries, and the woman's party has never been heard from. The Gao family insisted that Song Wei should be responsible for Gao Peiniang's disappearance. In the end, the [-] families of the neighbors took care of him in exchange for him staying at home to recover from his injuries.

Hearing this, Song Wei immediately felt that it was an honor to be seen by the neighbors as a joke.For the current plan, Gao Peiniang who eloped with someone must be found as soon as possible.Song Wei was suspicious of herself and couldn't go out for a run, so she solemnly entrusted it to a few brothers.

Hou Xiaoxia saw his seriousness, smiled and comforted him: "You don't have to be in a hurry, the head of the workshop will not make things difficult for you because of your mother's face. The Gao family has no real evidence, so even if you sue the officials, according to our salty According to the custom of the Xi Dynasty, the affairs of the Tibetans are handled by the Tibetans themselves, isn't it the mediation of the head of the workshop?"

Gao Peiniang took a name from a Xia family, but she is actually from the Xifan clan.Xia language is the most commonly used language in Fanfang, so almost everyone has a Xia name, which is convenient and fashionable.

The phrase "for your mother's sake" made Song Wei feel harsh for no reason, and coupled with the fact that he had just recovered from a serious injury and lacked energy, he returned home after lunch at Hou's house.He slept for half a day in the afternoon, and didn't get up until Song Manji came home.Hearing noises from outside, he opened the door and saw an old man with beard and black face coming in holding his mother's arm.The old man was still behind the threshold, and his stomach had already entered the hall. The fur robe was decorated with brocade mink fur, which was extremely gorgeous.As for my mother, she still wore a felt cloak when she went out in the morning, and changed into a fox fur when she came back at night.

"Boss Mai."

Mai Asa smiled kindly: "It's called Uncle. At home, Xiaoyin wants to be called Uncle."

Song Manji chimed in with a smile: "Xiaoyin, my name is Uncle."

Song Wei had no choice but to call out: "Uncle."

The two were even happier, and entered the main bedroom with flirtatious eyes.

After a while, Song Manji came to her son's room with a tray, a bowl of crispy cheese, a plate of roast lamb, and two steamed dishes and side dishes: "I'll eat there with Boss Mai, this is yours. Is it enough? Not enough Mom will get it for you again."

Song Wei lowered her head, feeling very uncomfortable.Although he had already guessed that this was the case, seeing the old man enter the mother's bedroom with his own eyes, the shock was not insignificant.

"Xiaoyin, what's the matter? My head still hurts?" Song Manji was surprised, these are her son's favorite foods.

"No..." Song Wei raised her head, "Mother, I'm sorry..."

Song Manji's almond eyes stared round: "Xiaoyin, don't scare mother..."

Song Wei couldn't help bursting into laughter: "Mother!" She took Song Manji's hand, "I used to be disobedient and always made my mother worry, and I will never do it again. I will go to West Market tomorrow and find a serious job. Honor you."

Song Manji's eyes were still wide open, as if she couldn't believe it, but tears moistened her blush.Quickly wiped it with a handkerchief, and smiled: "The wind is the rain! There is plenty of serious work, and you won't be able to run long. When you recover from your injuries, mother will make arrangements."

It was only then that Song Wei remembered that if it wasn't for the [-] family security guards in the neighborhood, she would be locked up in prison right now.I have to obediently wait for this lawsuit to pass before I can change my past and start a new life.

Song Manji looked in the mirror, wiped off all the tears, and got up.

Song Wei pulled her back: "Mother, why did you bring that old man home?" There was a bit of coquettish and aggrieved look in his voice.

Song Manji patted the top of his head: "Boss Mai should express his gratitude for helping him so much. Besides... since our house has the government's 'Jie Lie' signboard, he can't come twice a year..."

Um, what do you mean?

Song Manji looked at her son's expression and sighed softly: "You are an adult and sensible, so mother will explain it to you. According to the law of Xianxi, the whole household of Jie Fu Lie Daughter is not taxed. A few years ago, you were young, and our family only Ladies and children, I don’t need to pay attention to these things. Now that you are older, mother is reluctant to make you suffer from the military service. Boss Mai is righteous and helped to think of this way..."

Being widowed and having children, and no longer marrying, is indeed in line with the imperial court's strict standards.Song Wei felt ashamed and ashamed: "Mother! We don't need this anymore, you can marry whoever you like, and tell that old man to go away!"

Song Manji patted him: "Talking nonsense! You did the heavy work? When you have a real business, you are willing to use the tax money to offset it, and mother doesn't care about you. Boss Mai really cares about my mother and son, don't be dirty. It's a good intention."

Listening to her mother's words, she was quite protective of the old man.Song Wei couldn't help it, and finally muttered: "At least find someone with a smaller stomach."

Song Manji walked out with a smile: "Small belly? The heart of the small belly is not as big as him, and the purse is not as big as him!"