Xianheng hotel

The layout of Xianheng Hotel is different from other places. In this street, there is a big counter in the shape of a ruler. There is hot water in the counter, which can warm wine at any time. People who work leave work in the afternoon and evening, and often spend four coppers to buy a bowl of wine-this was a long time ago. After the Japanese called, they changed to a military ticket. Now they want a ticket of fifty dollars-if they are willing to pay ten dollars more, they can buy a dish of salt-boiled bamboo shoots or fennel beans to make wine. If they get a round, they can buy a meat dish, but

two months ago, I came to the Xianheng Hotel in Zhenkou as a waiter. I remember asking the shopkeeper why the hotel was named Xianheng Hotel.

The shopkeeper just smiled and said something like a proverb: "If ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

I have read some books, and I vaguely feel that this is like a sentence in a dream of red mansions, which sounds really sad, but I really don't understand what this has to do with Xianheng Hotel.

I'm too lazy to think about it. On the other hand, although the customers in the store seem polite and easy to talk, these seemingly ordinary customers are often mixed with people with special identities. It is said that there are always some eighth route army intelligence personnel who often buy a bowl of wine, stand outside the cabinet, drink it hot and never say anything; There are also many Japanese undercover agents who usually walk into the house next to the store, ask for wine and vegetables, sit and drink slowly, but their eyes are staring at the outside all the time.

The shopkeeper says I look stupid, and these people are always nagging and confusing-just take care of warm wine. Although there is nothing to be dereliction of duty, it is also boring. Fortunately, there are also two fairly interesting people among the regulars in the store.

1 Sister Xianglin

Sister Xianglin always wears a white-headed rope, a black skirt, a blue jacket and a moonlight vest on her head. She is about twenty-six-seven, her face is blue and yellow, and her eyes are always dull, like two fish trapped in a dry pond, which makes people uncomfortable.

In fact, this woman looks quite normal. What really makes people uncomfortable is that this woman keeps repeating a story to everyone she meets.

"I'm so stupid, really," Sister Xianglin raised her dull eyes and said to Ah Q with a broken felt hat hanging obliquely. "I only know that the devil can kill people badly; I didn't know they would attack children. I got up early in the morning and opened the door. I took a small basket and filled it with a basket of beans. I told our Mao to sit on the threshold and peel the beans. He is very obedient and listens to every word I say; He's out. I was chopping wood at the back of the house, digging out rice, and the rice went out of the pot to steam beans. My name is Mao, but I didn't answer. When I went out to look, I saw beans scattered all over the floor, and there was no Mao. He doesn't go to other homes to play; Ask around, and sure enough, there is no. I'm in a hurry. I'm going out to look for it. Until the second half of the day, he searched for the devil who practiced guns, and then went in. He was lying on the open stoping, his stomach was badly beaten by bullets, and his hand was still tightly holding the little basket ... "She sobbed and couldn't say a sentence.

Later, Sister Xianglin became crazy, telling Amao's story to everyone. At first, everyone was indignant and scolded her. If a woman was present, she would often shed a few tears. After listening more, I became numb. War always kills people. Even in a small place like Luzhen, there will always be several new Xianglinsao in a day. We are not sure whether we can live to see the sun tomorrow, let alone a child who died a long time ago. Maybe a bomb will fall while telling a story-then we'll all have to change our stories.

2 ah Q

ah q is called ah q because I really don't know how to write ah q's name. I only know that everyone calls him Quei, and I don't know whether it is A Gui or Agui.

ah q is said to be a legendary figure in the hotel. He always likes to brag in the shop that he is a big shot in the Red Army. As he said this, he also took out a Japanese hat and said it was a trophy of a certain victory.

"Have you ever killed a Japanese?" Ah Q's mouth was foaming at the mouth, and without warning, he made a chopping gesture on Kong Yiji's neck, which scared Kong Yiji's face to shrink his neck: "When the big steel knife clicks, he cuts off the devil's head, so don't put it on his belt, mom, as much as you want!"

Some guests really stood in awe of him, as if he were really a great hero against Japan. However, some regulars said that Ah Q just stole something from the devil's camp with several fellow villagers, and in that only glorious action, he was also the most humble role, only responsible for picking up the stolen things outside the wall.

but ah q is a mythical hero after all. Also, in a dull life like a stagnant pool, everyone always needs something-sustenance. Even a hero with a scab on his head and lice in a broken felt hat biting his lips is better than nothing.

3 Kong Yiji

There is another person worth talking about, and that is Kong Yiji.

Like Ah Q, no one knows his name, only his surname is Kong, so others took a nickname for him, Kong Yiji, from the half-understood words of "Kong Yiji, an adult" on the red paper.

Kong Yiji is the only one who works for the Japanese in the pub, which makes him the most unpopular person in the hotel. He is very tall, even taller than Ah Q, with a bluish-white face and some scars between wrinkles. A shaggy gray beard. Although I am wearing a gown, it is dirty and worn. It seems that I haven't mended it or washed it for more than ten years. He is always full of words when he talks to people, which makes people half understand.

I heard that Kong Yiji had studied and even knew some foreign languages, but at this time of war, it is natural that he can't be a scholar. He can't make a living; So I became poorer and poorer, and I was going to beg. Fortunately, good handwriting can always give people some money for copying books. Later, when I called in from Japan, Kong Yiji actually knew some Japanese, so he translated and copied some unimportant documents for the Japanese, begging for food.

I heard people talk behind my back that Kong Yiji also had a grandson, who was born in a leap month, and the five elements were short of soil, so he took the name Runtu. When Leap Soil was young, he followed Kong Yiji to read and read. When he was fourteen or five years old, Kong Yiji felt that the schools in the town could not learn anything, so he simply sent Leap Soil to study abroad with the money obtained from copying books. Later, the Japanese came in, and as soon as Runtu returned home, he went to the Red Army without even returning home. This trip was that there was no news for 78 years. Some people say that he was seriously injured and died in an action of bombing the gun tower. Others say that he joined the most powerful Eagle Falcon Team of the Red Army at a young age. This is the most acute and confidential spy agency of the Red Army, which is responsible for the intelligence collection of major Japanese actions, so he can't contact his family.

"Warm two bowls of wine and ask for a plate of fennel beans." Kong Yiji strolled slowly to the front of the counter and discharged two paper coupons, one for fifty dollars and one for ten dollars.

At this moment, Ah Q nearby laughed: "Kong Yiji, are you working for the Japanese again?"

Kong Yiji blushed, but he couldn't tell the difference. He just drank his wine slowly.

After he drank half a bowl of wine, his red face gradually recovered, and Ah Q asked again, "Kong Yiji, do you really know foreign languages?" Kong Yiji looked at Ah Q with an air of disdain, and said proudly, "What do I know about that foreign language? My family's leap soil is the one who has stayed abroad and studied. "

"Then why haven't you come back to your home once in these years?" Ah q asked.

"Runtu is a big shot in the Red Army, and we have to be busy doing great things all day ..." Kong Yiji proudly said again.

ah q said with a smile, "then why do you still work as a traitor for the Japanese when your family went to fight the devils?"

Kong Yiji immediately looked upset, his face was covered with gray, and the veins stood out on his forehead. He argued, "I'm just copying books! Copying books is not a traitor ... Copying books! ..... Can the matter of a scholar be regarded as a traitor? " One after another is difficult to understand, such as "the gentleman is poor" and "the person is poor", and Ah Q smiles smugly, and everyone in the shop smiles smugly.

4 germ weapons

So I stand in front of the counter every day, warming wine for the guests, listening to Sister Xianglin telling her stories that will never be finished, and watching Ah Q and Kong Yiji bicker. Such a day has passed for a long time, and sometimes I even suddenly feel that such a time is rare and reassuring.

But in war, you can never teach people peace. Word soon spread that a batch of Japanese bacterial weapons will be transported to the town in recent months-they intend to use Luzhen as the first base in bacteria test.

"mother's!" Ah Q hammered the table and spat out the corner of his eye at the Japanese spy sitting in the next room. In the end, he didn't dare to scold him loudly. He only gave Kong Yiji a slap at the counter: "Insect!"

"who are you cursing?" Kong Yiji blushed and the veins stood out on his forehead.

"Who is the traitor who scolds!" Ah Q angrily said, "Insects! Traitor Mom's devils are going to be big this time. I think we all have to be killed by those insects! "

hearing this, Kong Yiji disdained, "Aren't you a hero? What are you afraid of now? When my family comes back with an army, I will definitely be able to beat these people away. "

ah q grunted, "I don't think your Runtu can come back. If you're not dead, you're probably ashamed of your traitor grandfather."

Kong Yiji's face turned to iron dust, turned around and stopped arguing with him.

the atmosphere in the store suddenly became a little stiff, as if it were shrouded by an invisible cloud.

fortunately, in a short time, this gloomy atmosphere was broken by a crisp laugh.

It turned out that the neighbors' children were so excited that they came and surrounded Kong Yiji.

So Kong Yiji gave them fennel beans, one for each person. After eating the beans, the child still lingered, with his eyes fixed on the plate. Kong Yiji panicked, stretched out his five fingers to cover the plate, bent down and said, "There is not much, I don't have much." Straightening up, he took another look and shook his head and said, "No more, no more! How much? Not much. "

So the children walked away with laughter.

Looking at the distant backs of the children, Sister Xianglin suddenly said, "If my uncle Mao were still alive, he would be so big ..."

Ah Q curled her lips and resumed her usual smiling face, "Sister Xianglin, don't worry. I think when those insects arrive, they will all have to accompany your uncle Mao."

unexpectedly, Sister Xianglin didn't continue to tell her Amao story, but turned around and took a look at Ah Q, and then looked at the back of the group of children with ecstasy.

5 Xianglinsao

At the beginning, everyone in the town lived in fear. Later, everyone became numb.

Just as they look at Sister Xianglin's Amao, it's the same.

Life will always pass, and you will always die anyway-it doesn't make much difference whether you are stabbed with a bayonet, killed by a bomb or killed by an insect. In short, live as long as you can.

It's been a long time, and the Japanese insects didn't come, but Sister Xianglin had an accident first.

There weren't many guests in the store that day. I was bored to warm the yellow wine mixed with water on the counter. Suddenly, I saw Sister Xianglin stumbling into the store, threw herself on the counter and said in an almost inaudible voice, "The Japanese bacterial weapons are going to be delivered ..."

Before she finished, a group of Japanese soldiers with guns rushed into the store and grabbed Xianglin hard. Only then did I see her white-headed rope, black skirt, blue jacket and moonlit vest stained with bright red blood.

When Sister Xianglin was dragged out of the door, a smile appeared in her dead fish-like eyes for the first time. She looked at us and almost said something to us with all her strength. I spelled it word by word according to her mouth, and found that what she said turned out to be-

Amao.

I don't want to look too far. Ah Q, who was sitting there, clenched his fist, and the shopkeeper went over and held his shoulder hard. Kong Yiji turned around and still ate his fennel one by one.

Later, it was said that in fact, after Amao's death, Sister Xianglin joined the Red Army, as if she were still a high-ranking cadre. The man also said mysteriously, in fact, as Xianglin's sister-in-law, the task of asking for information about bacterial weapons did not require her to go out in person.

6 Ah Q

After Sister Xianglin was arrested, the already inactive atmosphere in Xianheng Hotel became even more depressing.

Fortunately, there are Kong Yiji and Ah Q. It's not so boring to watch these two people drink and make jokes every day.

With the war getting longer and longer, there are fewer and fewer people in the town, and the hotel business is getting worse and worse. This afternoon, even the Japanese spy stationed next door all the year round took a temporary task and went out. Besides me and the shopkeeper, there were only Kong Yiji and Ah Q in the store.

A group of neighborhood children ran past the store door, saw Kong Yiji in the store with sharp eyes, and surrounded him again. So he still gave them fennel beans to eat, one for each person. After eating the beans, the child still lingered, with his eyes fixed on the plate. Kong Yiji stretched out his five fingers to cover the plate, bent down and shook his head. "Not much, I don't have much." Straighten up and look at the beans again, and then look at the eager eyes of the children. This time, I always took away the hand that covered the plate and gave each child another one.

Kong Yiji watched the children walk away and said slowly, "When my family was this big, my favorite thing was to keep vigil in the watermelon field. The moon is underground, and it rings, and this is Yan. When my family jumped into the soil, he pinched a fork, gently walked towards a black shadow in the melon field, and slammed it down. He always tied it steadily and accurately, and every time that thing could not run away. "

with this, he made a clumsy action of stabbing the steel fork, which made us all laugh.

Ah Q suddenly said, "If Sister Xianglin's Mao were still here, he would be so big ..."

Sister Xianglin.

I suddenly remembered the two words that Xianglinsao told us with her mouth when she was dragged out by Japanese soldiers.

amao.

"I saw beans scattered all over the floor, without our Mao ... I was in a hurry, so I went out to look for them. Until the second half of the day, I searched for the devil who practiced guns ... "Sister Xianglin sobbed and couldn't say a sentence.

"The Japanese army's germ weapons will be delivered ..." Sister Xianglin threw herself on the counter and said in an almost inaudible voice.

the bacterial weapons ... were transported to ... Amao ... Devil's Cave.

I seem to understand something in an instant.

The shopkeeper slowly mixed water into the yellow rice wine, and suddenly he casually said, "The entrance to the Devil's Cave looks like a stable."

ah q nodded and said nothing, but took out a louse from his hat, put it on his lip and bit it hard.

The next day, I warmed the yellow rice wine mixed with water, but Ah Q was unprecedented.