Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - Weather inquiry - No. 23, Xingfu Street
No. 23, Xingfu Street
To the north of Chaoyang District in Beiping is the relatively remote Guanzhuang. Different from Sanlitun, a bustling area with bustling lights and entertainment, there are only a handful of high-rise buildings in Guanzhuang. At a glance, there are old alleys with intricate winding paths. Low old houses are placed next to each other in an orderly manner. On both sides, it looks like a criss-crossing chess game. Most of the houses in the alley are old, with gray and white walls like women's faded coarse linen shirts. Although they have been carved with many mottled marks, they still fit around the bloated figure and tightened around the waist. Fat has nowhere to hide. Looking up, you can see the loosely piled black and blue bricks. Looking down from a distance, it looks like a flock of crows stretching their wings and lying face down. The darkness blocks the sunlight from entering the alley.
? There are twenty-five alley streets in Guanzhuang District, with Xingfu Street to the east. Walk straight ahead along Xingfu Street. After more than ten minutes, you will see two paint-red solid wood doors on the right, with a missing corner and the word "福" on them. Downward is a high threshold. At first glance, she looked like an old woman with uneven application of blush on her face. A shaky house number was hung on the wall next to the door. "No. 23 Xingfu Street" with several lilac-white Song fonts stood out against the vermilion background. When you open the door, you will see three tile-roofed houses standing in a row. The one on the left is Suyuan's home. Most of the old houses in Beiping Hutong have a universe inside. Behind the door of a large room is a narrow hall, with a small room on both sides of the hall. Suyuan's house has the same layout.
? When Suyuan was just born, her father died in an accident. In order to make a living, her mother Shuzhen fostered Suyuan, who was still in her infancy, with her husband's family, and traveled by car from the southwest countryside alone. The train came all the way to Beiping City. Shuzhen, who was ignorant, could only work as a female textile worker in a factory. In the past few years, the economy was in recession and her income was very small. Shuzhen lived frugally and lived in the basement. In the spring of this year, bad news came from her hometown that her mother-in-law had died suddenly. Six-year-old Suyuan had no one to take care of her, so Shuzhen took leave, went back to arrange the funeral, and then took Suyuan to Peking. As the economy has grown in recent years and wages have increased, Shuzhen also saved some money, so she gritted her teeth and took out part of her savings, moved out of the basement and rented a room at No. 23 Xingfu Street. The landlord is an old woman in her sixties who speaks kindly and lives alone in the tile-roofed house on the left. The old woman was also very friendly to Shuzhen and her daughter. On weekdays, whenever she cooked something delicious, she would always fill it with a big bowl, then she would stumble over, knock on the door of Suyuan's house, and put the big bowl full of food into it. The bowl was placed on the table, and every time she would touch Suyuan's head and say with a kind smile: "Eat it while it's hot, kid." Sometimes there were steaming leek dumplings in the big bowl, and sometimes there were crispy and delicious onions. Flatbreads, and occasionally tender, tender chicken. While the young Suyuan was eating delicious food, she thought to herself: The landlady is so kind!
? In addition to Suyuan and her daughter and the old landlady, there is also a man in his thirties living in the big tile-roofed house in the middle. He is the only son of the landlady. He is unmarried, well-dressed and has a successful career. Cheng, currently working as the principal of a chain kindergarten, is a commendable young talent in the world. Suyuan didn't know the name of this uncle, but he often bought her a lot of delicious snacks. Every time, he would squat down, touch her face, and ask her to call him Sanse with a smile. uncle. Suyuan blinked her big clear eyes and nodded: Uncle Sanse is also a good person! Seeing Suyuan's innocent and well-behaved appearance, the smile on Sanse's face seemed to deepen a bit.
? Section 1
? According to records in ancient books, due to the perennial wars in Japan centuries ago, corpses littered the fields. Many unknown corpses were dragged to the tower of Luo City Gate and discarded. . After years of disrepair and decay, the Rashomon Gate began to look desolate and gloomy. Over time, it created the impression of being eerie and haunted by ghosts in people's minds, hence the saying that "Rashomon" is the door to hell. A ghost talks about visions.
? The cold weather has just passed, and the rose flowers in front of some houses on Xingfu Street have already begun to bloom. The blazing sunlight outside is trying to break through the wings of crows, but every time they are scattered. Its shielding range is relatively large, and only a few strands can escape from the gaps. Obsidian was wearing a dark black robe and slowly walked towards the deep alleys of Xingfu Street, while two girls in dresses of fifteen or sixteen years old were walking toward him on the broken light on the ground. As the expressionless Obsidian passed by them, he heard the girl with slightly longer hair ask her companion lightly: "Do you believe there is Rashomon in this world?" Then another girl who was traveling with him snorted. : "How is it possible? Ghosts only exist in novels." As if convinced by her companion's words, the long-haired girl responded: "That's right." The two of them drifted away, their backs drawn by the sparse sunlight. It was very long, and the voice of the voice slowly disappeared from my ears as the footsteps left. There was no emotion on Obsidian's face, and the crescent-shaped scar drawn from the corner of his left eye looked like a centipede, lying quietly on that indifferent face.
? On the 3rd and 4th, one house after another passed by, and the obsidian drifted lightly in the deep and narrow alley of Xingfu Street. After a few minutes, a man of about six or seven years old came. The little girl broke into Obsidian's sight.
I saw this little girl squatting with her knees in front of two open lacquered doors. She was wearing a light blue denim short-sleeved upper body and a pair of knee-length milk white shorts. Her shiny black hair was as long as The shoulders are now scattered messily on both sides of the thin shoulders. Just as Obsidian was about to move past the twenty-third house, the little head that was buried between his knees suddenly lifted up, and a pair of large, flawless eyes stared blankly at Obsidian. The steps hesitated for a moment, and a doubt arose in Obsidian's heart: She seems to be able to see me? As he thought about it, there was an imperceptible crack on his calm face, and the centipede-like scar seemed to twist slightly. After a moment, he stepped towards the owner of those eyes.
? "Can you see me?" Obsidian cleared his throat and asked with difficulty.
? Looking at the darkness in front of her, the little girl still had her big wet eyes open. When she heard the question, she nodded several times in succession. Obsidian's eyes gradually gathered a cloud of disbelief: How could humans see him? Seemingly still having doubts, Obsidian narrowed his eyes slightly and asked again: "Do you know who I am?" Hearing this, the little girl shook her little head.
Looking down at the little girl, Obsidian was finally convinced that she could see him. But thinking of the ferocious scars on her face, Obsidian continued to ask with a stern expression: "Aren't you afraid of me?" The little girl shook her head again, her big eyes still staring at him. Meeting a human who could see him for the first time, Obsidian found it very interesting, so he squatted down and sat next to the little girl. His thick black robe spread all over the floor behind him as he squatted down. It looked like the bodies of several shot crows were spread out. After sitting down, Obsidian turned her head and said, "You can't speak?" Her thick eyelashes trembled, and after hesitating for a few seconds, she said, "I can." As if he was unexpected by her sudden opening, Obsidian Her eyes were filled with warmth unconsciously: "Then what's your name?"
? "Suyuan." The little girl replied without thinking.
? "Suyuan, hello, I'm Obsidian." He squeezed out these words solemnly. Before he could hear Suyuan's reply, Obsidian heard several special voices. The cry belonging to a mature man seemed to be calling Suyuan's name. Hearing the shout, Suyuan turned around slowly, and when she saw the person coming, her little body shivered instantly. Hei Yao was wondering why Yu Suyuan looked frightened. The owner of the shout had already walked behind Suyuan, stared at Suyuan and asked, "Suyuan, what are you doing here alone?" Hei Yao turned his head to look at the sound. The person who came was indeed a strong man with a crew cut. At this time, he was looking at Suyuan with a smile on his face. For some reason, although he had a decent appearance, his smile reminded Obsidian of those ugly and disgusting evil spirits in hell. Immediately, Obsidian shook his head as if in self-denial to drive away the voice in his head, constantly hinting to himself: This is the human world, and evil spirits are locked up in hell.
? "Suyuan, come, go back with Uncle Sanse." The seductive voice of the strong man sounded in his ears again, and Hei Yao immediately ended his brainstorming. It turned out to be Suyuan's uncle, and in his heart This level of knowledge can't help but arise. After Suyuan heard these words, her body shook even more violently, her little head shook like a rattle, and the wind that blew over made the scars on Obsidian's face squirm a few times. Seeing that Suyuan was unwilling to go back to the house with him, Sanse narrowed her eyes into two triangles, and the glimmer of light from her eyes made Suyuan shrink back again. "Suyuan is obedient. If you don't, you will get an injection." Sanse bent down and half-crouched in front of Suyuan, locking her eyes tightly. Hei Yao on the side was wondering why he had to get an injection if he disobeyed, but from the corner of his eye he inadvertently saw Suyuan's little face was pale, her little lips were trembling violently, she said intermittently: "I...obedient... .But...should I not...get an injection?" Seeing Suyuan's expression of not daring to disobey, her eyes darkened again: "Well, no injection. , come back to the house with Uncle Sanse." After saying that, she was about to take Suyuan's little hand. Suyuan shrank back subconsciously, holding onto Obsidian's robe with one little hand. Seeing this, the three-color eyes narrowed into an inverted triangle again, staring at Suyuan without saying a word.
? Doubts in his heart were like dark clouds. Obsidian had never seen a human's eyes as bottomless as the three colors, like a whirlpool. Seeing Suyuan grabbing her little hand in her robe, before Hei Yao could think of a specific result, he saw Sanse impatiently picking up Suyuan and striding forward. Although Suyuan was pulled away, she still He clutched Obsidian's robe tightly, as if he was grabbing a piece of driftwood, but finally lost to the strength of the strong man, and was dragged by Sanse towards the big tile-roofed house in the middle. Following the arc of the robe being pulled, obsidian hit Suyuan's eyes. At this moment, what a pair of eyes they must have been, filled with tears. Obsidian was used to being lonely all year round and had little contact with humans. For a moment, he couldn't understand the emotions in Sanse's eyes, nor could he read Suyuan's silent sobs. So, he watched helplessly as Suyuan was dragged into the big tile-roofed room in the middle. With the "snap" of the door closing, Suyuan's gaze was cut off, and her whole person disappeared from Hei Yao's eyes. The two eyes were glued to the closed door, and Obsidian's frown could not relax for a long time.
? After a while, there was no strange sound from the door. Obsidian laughed secretly at his random thoughts, and the rule about not interfering in human affairs happened to pop up in his mind.
After thinking about this, he gave up. He clapped his hands, twisted his stiff neck, and stood up. As he stood up, his robe slowly slid up from the ground along his torso, as if shaking off individual pieces. A crow clinging to you. When Hei Yao stood up straight and turned around, a thunderbolt seemed to explode in his mind, making his limbs weak and he collapsed to the ground.
? Section 2
? Rashomon really exists, but people can’t see it. Obsidian is the gatekeeper of Rashomon, also known as the "God of Death" in the world. He is responsible for escorting some dead people who have committed heinous crimes from the human world to be punished in hell. I can't remember whether it was hundreds of years ago or thousands of years ago. The world is far from as peaceful as it is today. War is raging everywhere, smoke is everywhere, and mourning is everywhere. Because there are countless casualties, Obsidian travels between the world and hell many times a day.
? One day, Obsidian came to a mass grave in the human world as usual. The corpses were piled up like a mountain as expected. It was said that the eighteen levels of hell were the ultimate place of torture. Who knew? , the human world is also a melting pot of raw materials and blood. When Obsidian aroused each soul and was about to turn around and return to hell, three or five soldiers dragged a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old commoner girl towards this side. Perhaps the noise was too harsh, and Obsidian glanced distractedly, only to see the three or five soldiers with obscene and sinister smiles on their faces. They were eagerly taking off their pants, and the girl was pinned down by several people. He kept resisting and screaming, but only received more cruel and inhuman treatment. Obsidian frowned and thought about it, but the words of the King of Hell buzzed in his ears: Do not interfere in the affairs of the world, do not interfere in the affairs of the world, do not interfere in the affairs of the world. Obsidian's clenched hand relaxed again, and he turned around without leaving a trace. After a while, there was no sound behind him. Obsidian looked back and saw the three or five soldiers pulling on their pants, laughing at each other and walking away. The gloomy atmosphere in the mass graves was so heavy that the weather turned gloomy and dark. The commoner girl had long since lost the breath of life. She was naked and covered in scars, and her eyes that could not be closed were kept open like this.
? All the memories were revived in an instant, and the cells began to tremble. Obsidian's hand squeezed tightly into the door. No wonder Sanse's eyes were bottomless, because they were filled with coldness, cruelty, malice... and desire. Annoyance was like a slap, which made Obsidian dizzy. How could he not understand? The way Suyuan looked at her when she was pulled in was exactly the same as the emotion overflowing from those eyes that could never be closed. Suyuan was horrified and frightened, and she was saying: Help me.
? Hei Yao struggled to stand up by the eaves of the door, and quickly rushed open the door of the large tiled house in the middle. The scene he saw once again made his whole body seem to be burning with raging fire. The three-color figure lay naked on Suyuan's body. He raised a syringe in his right hand and stabbed Suyuan's body. Suyuan was so painful that she started to cry. While struggling, she cried out: "I don't want an injection...I don't want an injection..." The cries were like a thousand-jin stone pressing down on Obsidian. , he no longer allowed himself to think too much, summoned the soul-binding knife from his palm, raised his hand and slashed at Sanse. At this moment, a cloud of black energy swept in, and the soul-binding knife in Obsidian's hand was knocked to the ground. The King of Hell, who was also dressed in pitch black, stood in front of Obsidian with a stern face: "Obsidian, don't break the rules, his life is not over yet." At this time, Obsidian's eyes were on fire and he couldn't hear any words. He just wanted to use the three colors Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. He held his big hand in the air, and the Soul-Retaining Knife returned to Obsidian's hand. He crossed over to the King of Hell, raised the knife and slashed. Before the knife could reach Sanse's back, the King of Hell locked Obsidian with a soul-binding chain and took him back to hell without saying a word.
No matter how Suyuan begged and cried, Sanse threw the syringe to the ground and started to raise and lower his hands on Suyuan again. Blood seeped out from the eye of the needle, and Suyuan cried hoarsely. The door was not closed. After a while, there were unhurried footsteps outside the door. Sanse raised her head from Suyuan and looked outside the door. She saw an old woman with gray hair sitting quietly beside the door. Staring at the scene inside the house. Seeing that it was her mother, Sanse couldn't help but stand up again. Just as she was about to say something, she saw the old landlady silently coming to the door. Her unhurried footsteps gradually faded away, like the splashing water on the river calming down. . Sanse was stunned for a moment, then turned his head with a ferocious smile...
Section 1
? After Obsidian was detained and returned to hell, the King of Hell temporarily suspended his duties. Imprison him in the dungeon on the first floor and let him reflect for a while. Because he misses Suyuan and hates his own powerlessness, Hei Yao beats the wall all day long to vent his anger, often causing the remaining dozen levels of hell to tremble again and again, making the King of Hell and the ghosts extremely unbearable. So, when Obsidian hit the wall with all his strength again, Xiaogui sent his Soul-Restraining Knife. Obsidian stood at the open cell door, took the Soul-Retaining Knife from the kid, and was about to rush towards Rashomon. The kid's anxious shout came from behind: "Black Messenger, the King of Hell has said that if you take this soul-binding knife, it means that you need to guard Rashomon forever and ever." The shout reached Obsidian's ears from afar, and there was no trace of it. Without a moment's hesitation, he passed through Rashomon like the wind and arrived at No. 23 Xingfu Street in the human world. The two painted red solid wood doors were tightly closed, and the word "福" on the door was even more fragmented than before. The big characters "No. 23, Xingfu Street" on the door plate seemed to be white and transparent under the sunlight, especially the words "Happiness" The three Chinese characters for "street" have peeled off paint, so without looking carefully, others may not be able to piece together the complete meaning.
Hei Yao walked in through the lacquered red door and looked in the two rooms on the left and right but could not find Suyuan. At this time, voices came from the big tiled house in the middle. Obsidian rushed over, only to see the three colors that he wanted to chop down and quickly, sitting at the edge of a round table, with an old woman in her sixties and a middle-aged woman on both sides.
The old woman in her 60s crossed the table and held the left palm of the middle-aged woman with both hands: "Shuzhen, for the sake of how well I treat you orphans and widowers, let's forget about it. He's still young and ignorant, so don't argue with him." The middle-aged woman called Shuzhen lowered her head and said nothing, trying to pull her left hand away from the old woman's hands. Seeing this, the old woman increased her strength in her hand and held Shuzhen's hand tightly: "You don't have to worry about Suyuan's medical expenses, we will pay for it." After hearing this, Shuzhen finally raised her head and looked next to her. Sanse, who was sitting upright, then locked his eyes on the old woman, but still said nothing. Meeting Shuzhen's gaze, the old woman evadedly moved her gaze to the three intertwined hands on the table, took a breath, and said slowly: "I will give you the title deed of the room you are living in later. If you have any needs, just ask, let's forget about it." As soon as he finished speaking, Sanse hurriedly shouted "Mom!" The old woman glanced at her sternly, and Sanse fell silent. Then the old woman turned her eyes and looked at Shuzhen with a smile. The dry wrinkles on her face were like dirt roads. Shuzhen put her right hand on the back of the old woman's hand: "Go and give it to me now."
The old woman glanced at Sanse, feeling reluctant in her heart. Se also had to get up. But when he just stood still, he felt a sharp pain on his back, and then he saw a man in a black robe holding a large scimitar and looking at him expressionlessly. At the moment when his soul was crushed, Sanse seemed to be rejoicing when he saw the centipede scar on the face of the man in black robe.
? With a "bang", the three-color corpse collapsed on the table like a giant piece of pork, just suppressing the four overlapping hands on the table. There was a big hole in the back of the pork, and bright red blood flowed out continuously, dyeing the big tile-roofed house red in a moment. Shuzhen screamed, pushed away the pork stall, and ran out of the room crawling on the ground. The old woman saw that her son, who was fine just now, turned into a cold corpse within a few minutes. She couldn't take a breath, closed her eyes, and fell into the river of blood. Fresher blood flowed out from the back of her head and melted into the body. The smelly river of blood.
? Section 2
? Obsidian collected the soul-binding knife and came to the hospital. Pushing open the ward door, he saw the unconscious Suyuan, which made his pupils shrink. Six-year-old Suyuan was lying quietly on a snow-white hospital bed. Her right eye was swollen into a line, and the skin on her cheeks was not intact. Her body was covered with bronchial tubes. Her once green and white arms were now densely covered with bruises. eye of a needle. Hei Yao took a breath and walked to the hospital bed with difficulty. He stretched out his hand and moved it above Suyuan's forehead. A black energy slowly rose from Suyuan's head. As soon as Hei Yao stopped his hand, the black energy disappeared into his palm. , no more traces.
At this time, a figure stumbled over from outside the door, with a few drops of blood on his clothes. It was Shuzhen. Hei Yao stared at Shuzhen, his clenched hands loosened and tightened. He looked down at Suyuan, whose eyes were closed, and finally let go. He touched Shuzhen's head, and a stream of white air rose from Shuzhen's head. , and then fell into Obsidian's palm, and Shuzhen fell to the ground unconscious. Hei Yao approached the bed and concentrated his energy to heal Suyuan's injuries. When he saw that all the scars and needle holes on Suyuan's face and body had disappeared, Hei Yao murmured: "If the world cannot uphold justice for you, then I will. I won’t be able to visit you anymore. You must grow up healthily. When we meet again a hundred years later, I will guard Rashomon carefully to prevent evil spirits from invading the world.”
< p> ? Section 3? The cold has disappeared, and the midsummer sunshine passes through the black-green bricks and lazily fills the entire Xingfu Street. Suyuan sat in front of two painted red solid wood doors, licking a candied haws. Shuzhen came from the house behind her, squatted down next to Suyuan, and helped her wipe off the sugar stains on her lips. Suyuan smiled innocently at Shuzhen: "Mom, I always feel like I have forgotten something." Looking at Suyuan's smiling face, Shuzhen couldn't help but laugh: "I seem to be too." After saying that, she touched Suyuan. Yuan's head and asked her to eat slowly. Suyuan raised her plain little face and smiled with eyes widened: "The candied haws are so delicious!"
? It was almost dusk, the light on the ground was getting weaker, and a piece of vermillion was nailed to the door wall. The house number is engraved with "No. 23, Xingfu Street" in several lilac-white Song fonts. It is so vigorous and powerful that people passing by can see it at a glance.
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