Chapter 04 Those with wet shoes often walk by the river (drive out...
Hu Ti did not see the excitement and shame that Mu Tian felt "young and frivolous" after listening to the old man's words. Hearing the sound of people and footsteps outside, he actually stared at Mu Tian mockingly: "Are you serious?"
Mu Tian raised his hand as a gesture to slap Hu Ti close to his face.
Hu Ti laughed playfully and took a step back.
Mu Tian pointed to the crack in the eaves: "Give me enough to get down."
The toilets in the Phoenix Theater are high-end. One of the reasons is that they provide toilet paper. They use expired newspapers cut into small squares and manually kneaded to make them softer. The reason why they are placed under the eaves is entirely to reduce the cost of use and avoid causing problems.
It's a waste. However, most of the people who come here to listen to books and watch plays are either rich or noble. Even people with no status have some money, so naturally they won't care about these pieces of paper.
The theater owner thinks too much.
Hu Ti made up his mind to embarrass him, glanced at Mu Tian proudly, then slowly straightened up, swayed, and extended his hand several times toward the eaves.
My fingers were wiping the toilet paper, just like in slow motion in a movie.
Mu Tian knew this guy's virtues and ignored him. He just stared at the blue bricks on the ground and let him fuss.
This is human nature, the more shame you give them, the more shameless they become.
Hu Ti's slow-motion shadow moved back and forth on the floor and wall, enjoying himself very much.
Mu Tian was thinking about his dissatisfaction with this time travel: Why did he end up in a toilet?
This may have something to do with the fact that he had read the shit-pee-butt poems of the most searched-for "Shit-Piss-Fart" poet not long ago.
When he saw it, he laughed out loud and almost lost his breath.
“The ground is filled with the sound of excrement and urination, and the eyes are full of men stealing and women prostitutes.”
For a moment, Mu Tian felt that he could become a poet, even a great poet.
At this time, he regretted a little.
If only he couldn't interpret those poems, he wouldn't have traveled to such a filthy place.
Before he could get frustrated, a stack of newspapers blocked his view of the blue brick floor.
Sure enough, Hu Ti, who felt bored, took the toilet paper off the eaves and handed it to him.
Mu Tian took it and took a look. He could still see some writing on the rubbed newspaper, such as: "Japanese Army, Fifth War Zone, Peng County Defense Force, Maintenance Committee" and so on. There was also a hazy date on the edge of one page:
"1939". But the month and day are invisible.
Mu Tian suddenly understood that he was knocked off the cliff and actually traveled to Peng County in 1939. At this time, the "Battle of Xuzhou" in the fifth theater had been fought for a year and a half, and the Japanese army also suffered heavy losses in Taierzhuang, but
The national army still evacuated here.
Yes, in native memories, Mu Tian and Hu Ti were sent to the Shizishan Bamboo Forest Temple for refuge more than 150 miles away from Pengxian County a year and a half ago.
All in all, I haven't been back for a year and a half, I haven't seen my mother, and I haven't read any books.
The abbot of Zhulin Temple is Master Miaoxing.
I called them to the back hall yesterday evening and told them to return to Peng County immediately, each to his own home and each to his mother. Because, although Zhulin Temple was lucky enough to escape the fire during the battle, a brigade of the Japanese army is now requisitioning the place.
Serve as headquarters.
Zhulin Temple is a monastery for nuns to practice. Although the Japanese army is ferocious, for the sake of the Buddha, they will not do anything excessive now.
But it's hard to tell when these two hot-blooded young men are in the temple. Once they lose control and destroy the temple, let alone the temple, if there is something wrong with the young people, Master Miaoxing will really not bear it. I'm sorry for my worldly best friend Su Xiaoxiao.
He Xia Ruhua’s entrustment.
After much thought, Master Miaoxing decided to let them go back to Peng County, and wrote another letter, suggesting that Su Xiaoxiao and Xia Ruhua let the two young men go to Shanghai, and then find a way to go to the rear area as the top priority.
Let's talk about when Mutian and Hu Ti came to Zhulin Temple. Although there were often wars outside and there were a few shells exploding around the temple, life in the temple was quite peaceful. At least there were still things like cabbage and tofu, tofu and cabbage.
But after all, worshiping the Buddha with green lanterns and meditating and chanting sutras are not their ultimate pursuit. The nuns in the temple are all cold-faced and silent, and their lives are dull. And they dare not make a single step wrong. Otherwise, they will attract the abbot Miaoxing.
He was given a stern admonishment to go to the big country, and the Zen staff came to greet him in an instant.
At this time, as soon as they heard that the abbot let them go back, they were immediately elated. For dinner, they just grabbed a few mouthfuls of sorghum rice. They didn't even bring a simple salute when they came, so they said goodbye to the abbot in a hurry, left the mountain gate, and went straight to Peng County.
go.
We traveled more than a hundred miles under starry night. It was already dawn when we arrived at Peng County.
Mu Tian said that he would go directly to the Phoenix Theater and wait until dawn to enjoy the reading and then go home. This would not only relieve his book addiction, but also prevent him from disturbing his mother when he came home at night.
I climbed over the low wall of the toilet in the theater, and the sky was just getting dark. I originally planned to take a nap, but unexpectedly I collapsed on the toilet and fell asleep. At this moment, a rookie policeman walked over.
Mu Tian held the piece of newspaper with the date in his hand, the memories of his past and present life twisting in his head so much that it hurt.
Seeing his ferocious expression, Hu Ti immediately suppressed the sneer on his face and replaced it with a look of concern.
This guy still has a conscience, Mu Tian thought to himself.
As soon as Mu Tian tidied himself up, the sound of gongs and drums rang out in the library.
Hu Ti immediately became excited. He pulled one leg back, raised his face, raised his index finger and pointed behind him: "It's time to start!"
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To the beat of gongs and drums, the two people opened the side door and walked in with determination on their faces, even more determined than the people who bought the tickets.
Oh, there are a lot of people, 80% of the seats are filled.
The two of them lowered their eyelids and quickly found a table next to them and sat down.
Hu Ti picked up the teapot on the table and poured jasmine tablets for Mu Tian and himself.
The aroma of tea wafted around, making the two of them feel hungry.
"What are you talking about today? Why isn't there even a water sign at the door?"
This man was also a bookworm. Mu Tian couldn't help but glance sideways and behind him.
An old man in commoner clothes was holding a tea cup and twirling his beard, and was asking a young man next to him.
"At this time, I don't dare to hang up the water card. Today I'm talking about "The Legend of Yue Fei"."
"good!"
"That's right, I've been following it for a while."
"Is it really Zhang Jingteng, Master Zhang who said that?"
"Then there's still a lie?!"
"Where are you talking about?"
"'Mother-in-law tattoo'."
"better!"
The old man said, with a look of relief on his face, and raised his head to drink tea.
His tea-drinking movements were a bit exaggerated, so that only two of the four snacks were left on the plate in front of him.
Hu Ti sat down on the stool and handed a piece of snack from his armpit to Mu Tian's eyes.
The two of them used to play this kind of little trick, but at this time, although Mu Tian was rummaging around in the box, he had no desire to eat. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, but that he suddenly hated the opening gongs and drums that seemed to go on endlessly.
,唔唔……”.
Hu Ti smiled secretly and raised his hand to stuff the snack into his mouth.
A big hand came out from behind and grabbed Hu Ti's wrist.
Another big hand pressed on Mu Tian's shoulder.
Hu Ti turned his head in surprise.
It was the grandson who was assigned to work in the toilet.
Hu Ti glanced at Mu Tian with a sad face, and then looked up at the young man beside him. He curled his lips and twisted the snack in his hand between his two fingers, and raised it to the young man's eyes. He looked like he thought he was unlucky.
The young man remained silent, but his subordinates obviously used some force.
Hu Ti tried his best not to scream, but the snack in his hand fell on the table, rolled twice, and fell off the table.
Mu Tian stood up and tried to stand up, but the hands on his shoulders pressed down hard, preventing him from moving. When he was about to struggle again, he heard the young man say in a cold voice: "Check the tickets!"
"Broken!" Mu Tian thought to himself, thinking to himself: Those with wet shoes often walk by the river.