box of hearts

Chapter 27 Suo Nanzhi (8)
"What else could be going on? I even chopped off my fingers, and within a month, I fell into another addiction, and lost 800 taels of silver! How can I get him this sum of money to fill his gambling bill? My old lady fell on the bed and got up in anger. If you don't come, you don't have a penny for the medicine. Among my guests, Sun Xiaocai, the third-rank Jingtang, is very rich, but with his temper, he has cramps on his back, cuts on the legs of egrets, and peeling off the face of the ancient Buddha. Scraping paint on gold and black bean skins—there is no more careful calculation. Master Sun is willing to pay a few dollars for the sake of face, and he is not willing to help post a penny in private. Not to mention those few A wretch who can't support the wall, got wind of it, and no one showed up. But Die Xian didn't say anything, and rummaged through the boxes to raise money for me. But you don't know her, sister, whoever has money in her hand I saved up a little, and used it all to stick on those actors. I scraped together a hundred taels, but it was just a drop in the bucket. I was really desperate. Today, I secretly pawned a few big heads. If I can’t save money, let my mother find out, I don’t need to live.” She kept crying, and the candlelight reflected her trembling figure on the wall, like a plump banana leaf hit by rain.

Qingtian sighed softly, stood up and went inside.When she came out again, she held a soft and thin white paper bag in her hand, she put it lightly on Xiangxia's skirt, "Take it."

Dui Xia wiped away tears with one hand and opened a corner of the paper bag with the other. After seeing it, he stuffed it back into Qing Tian's hand, "Sister, I didn't mean that, I don't want your money."

"When I was a child, I also wore a pair of trousers. What are you and me? Take it."

Hesitating to Xia, he wiped his face twice with his hand, "Sister, I want to ask you something."

"Ah."

"Didn't Mr. Qiao agree to marry you and come in? Why didn't you mention helping you redeem yourself? Mom must have said something like 'a famous brothel, hire me according to your pearls'. The price is too harsh, and he can't get enough money I can't even ask for your money."

Qingtian felt that something knocked her to the ground with a "bang", pushing her down, rolling her down, until she was crushed into the loess several feet deep, with eight or sixty-four nine-inch wedge nails.Blindly, she groped for the coffin lid above her head and touched the ice and heavy, fateful Wailing Wall.

Her eyes were burning with the desire to cry, but she put her hand in front of her eyes, but her voice was already hoarse: "It's not about the money."

"Is that because of Xizhu? I think Mr. Qiao hasn't been here since Xizhu's death. It must be my sister who blames him. If you want me to say that it's not his fault, and if you think about it carefully, you should be lucky, sister. Although Zhu said she died unjustly, but she delivered it to her door herself, thanks to her carrying a bag, if it wasn't that Qiao Xianggong was killed by Jiao Zun, it would be sister you—"

Qingtian waved his hand, raised his head and forced a calm, usual smile, "It's hard to explain, I'll talk to you slowly when I turn back. You take this money, I can feed the whole family by myself, and you still have a room full of money." Brothers and sisters have to support, don't be rude to me, pay back if you still have to pay, don't worry about it if you don't pay."

She sent Duixia off, and stood outside the corridor for a moment.The sound of rain came faintly, but it was not very real. There were many things shouting hoarsely, and they couldn't hear a word of what they were shouting.Qingtian let out a deep breath, raised his voice to ask Mu Yun to fasten the window drawer, and went straight to Zhaohua's room.Zhaohua lives downstairs temporarily, and there is an old woman in front of the door who is close to Second Sister Duan, and when she sees her rushing towards her, she laughs, "Sister Qing is here?"

"Mom is in there?"

"Ah, talking to the little shepherd, let's go in, sister."

Qing Tian entered the house, but there was no one there, Second Sister Duan's voice came from the east, and she could hear clearly when she got close, "The prostitution house is different from other places, men are supposed to sleep in the bed, and you sleep outside the bed. Make a pillow for him with your hands. When he touches you with his hand, you have to touch him too. For different men, use different methods on the bed: if the words are short, use the drumming method, and if the words are long, use Golden lotus double lock method; if you are impatient, use the method of showing the flag and drums; if you are slow, use the method of slow tapping; if you are impatient, use the method of tight tie and three falls; The soul method, the greedy use the mind-bending method. [3] You take this first, and listen to your mother to explain the eight methods to you one by one. Take it, what is there to be ashamed of? From now on, this thing You have to see one hundred and eighty times a day. Take it, ah, that's right."

Qingtian opened a corner of the curtain lightly, and saw Zhaohua sitting side by side with Second Sister Duan, the second sister chattering endlessly, while Zhaohua drooped her head in silence with her blushing face, holding something that was forced into her hands.It was a brass horn[4], the head and tail of which had been covered with a fuzzy greasy white layer due to age.The second sister held Zhaohua's hand, and rubbed the girl's tender fingers back and forth on the realistically carved tortoise, "Here, this is the most comfortable place for a man. Not only can he be good at it, but he can also..."

Qingtian's mouth surged with acid, she lowered the curtain and walked away silently.There are endless transparent little raindrops outside, falling from a height as high as the sky into the bottomless black mud.

7.
The rain stopped when the sky was about to fade, and the sun turned bright during the day, until the sun was westward, and there were still bursts of earthy fragrance rushing in through the window, and the willow branches hanging in front of the window fluttered with the wind, as if the green sea was overturned Wave.

The person facing the window was also dressed in green and colorful clothes, and the cloak wrapped around his arms was covered with bright pearls. Opposite to it was a cold and gloomy face, colorless and lifeless.Qingtian stared at his own reflection in the dressing mirror, turned his eyes indifferently, went to sit in front of the dressing table mirror, "Is Li Yisuo here?"

Li Yishu is waiting for an edict.Dai Zhao is a craftsman who combs and cuts hair, and one of them specializes in serving prostitutes in and out of flower houses.The most famous Daizhao in Huaihua Hutong is Li Yisuo. No one knows his real name. He is only in his twenties. Piles are good at.The girls in Huai Ya Tang usually have their hair combed by seasoned maids and mothers, but whenever there are important occasions, Li Yishu will be used to do their hair.

Today is Liu Yanei, the son of the Minister of the Household Department, celebrating his birthday. He has a private banquet in the Yangzhou Guild Hall on Qipan Street. There are a lot of good friends and prostitutes in Beijing. Nine out of ten famous prostitutes in Beijing have received tickets for the game.It was Liu Yanei, the birthday star, who called Qingtian out of the game, and a guest she had known for many years, so she had to take care to dress up and attend.

Hearing Qing Tian's question, Mu Yun brought a shawl for combing her hair, put it on her shoulders and replied: "I've already come here, the girl hasn't woken up yet, so she was called by her mother to go to Zhaohua girl's room." He told Li Yishu to give her a beautiful bun, so she couldn't just go in a crooked way."

Qingtian pondered for a while, "Zhaohua is going today too? Who called her a bureau? Has her reputation spread so quickly?"

"What reputation does she have?" Before he could finish the sentence, Second Sister Duan's hearty laughter was heard.She lifted the door curtain with one hand, pulled Zhaohua with the other, and entered the room, "I just want to use your reputation to make your girl look good! Although no one called Zhaohua today, you just brought her here Beside you, as soon as you enter the arena, a hundred pairs of eyes will be on you, and you can't help but see her. It's rare that the noble sons of Beijing are gathered here today, maybe there will be a benefactor She likes us taking pictures of flowers and is willing to light a big candle for her."

The first night of a woman from a good family pays attention to a bridal chamber, but the first night of a prostitute is not accompanied by anyone to worship the ancestors.The low-grade earthen kilns only cost a few hundred dollars more, while the first-class small classes have to spend a lot of money to buy the moving class and buy furniture and jewelry for the young prostitutes. "Light a big candle".

Qingtian was stunned when he heard that, he turned his face and stared at Second Sister Duan, "Why do you want to light a big candle so early?"

"Early? It's not too early." Second Sister Duan clapped her hand in front of her nose, "You still think you were when you opened the door at 13 and became a maiden, and it didn't bud until fifteen or sixteen? Huh, now, 13 Blooming at the age of 12 is considered late. Just next to Yuhualou, there is also a newly purchased young lady called "Bao Liuniang", who is only 100 and a half years old, and the last section also opened buds, which is extremely prosperous. Have you seen it? Besides, since Xizhu—ah, you’ve seen what’s going on in the yard. Diexian and Duixia don’t talk about it, Fengqin, Qingyuan has been working for more than two years, and no one has been there yet Light a big candle for her, like her, if someone brings [-] taels of silver, I will let her go, no one wants it. You are not the same as Huameizi, I can’t see it wrong, it must be a good business, Everyone is rushing to ask for it. Look, look at this appearance, which man would not love it!" As he spoke, he pushed Zhaohua forward with his hand.

Qingtian raised his head and took a closer look, and saw that the photo flower was covered with a transparent soft gauze half-arm, and inside was a straight body of fine white silk, with finely-painted yellow daffodils, and a low round neck that exposed a little bit of collarbone , close the collar, and press a double-strand gold grommet as thick as a thumb on the neck.The hair is combed into a clear and simple pair of double snails, but the combing method is unique. The ends of the hair are tied up with five-color flower needles. When you shake your head slightly, there is a clear and beautiful color hidden in the hair. It is tied with two bright yellow ribbons, hanging straight behind the shoulders, whirling and supporting the wind.There are a few strands of hair hanging in front of the clean narrow forehead, as if hanging straight into the eyes, bringing out a natural innocent youth.

Qingtian could already imagine that when she entered the arena with Zhaohua, everyone would stare at this little beauty and whisper: Who is that? ——Of course, compared with her rich and mellow beauty, Teruka’s beauty is still jerky and petty, like a dish covered with layers of shark’s fin, abalone, sea cucumber, chicken and duck... simmered on a simmering fire for a few days Yipin Guo for a few nights, and a dish of water tofu lightly sprinkled with a spoonful of honey.But for those gluttons who are full of fat, perhaps, the refreshing and cleanness of the latter is more attractive.

(End of this chapter)