Spring Thunder Chapter 0207 Ghosts and Monsters
"Dear fellow villagers of Xiangkeng, I am Wang Wei. I left home at the age of seven to study Taoism in Wugong Mountain. Over the past ten years, I have learned several magical powers. Today, I have just arrived in your place, so I will show you how to capture a snake from the air."
In a blink of an eye, Nan Yi had been stranded outside for nearly a month. After drinking with Lin Guangwei, he hurried back to Xiangkeng.
On Saturday night, he brought his two little girls to Temple Street to eat at a food stall. Unexpectedly, he happened to see someone performing at a stall here, so he brought his two girls to watch.
Nan Ruoyin was sitting on his left shoulder, and Fan Hongdou was sitting on his right shoulder. Both of them were holding Nan Yi's head, and their little eyes were staring towards the center of the crowd.
Wang Wei turned an ordinary wash basin upside down on the ground, and then began to practice his skills in a very impressive manner. He clenched his fingers into sword fingers, closed his eyes, and stomped his left foot on the ground rhythmically, muttering to himself: "Ma from the south, Wang from the north, Zhao from Hui, please return to your positions quickly, Taishang Laojun and King Qin Guang, please report quickly..."
Then he recited a spell in some unknown dialect or some nonsense. He kept reciting it for a while. When the people watching were getting impatient, he opened his eyes and placed the empty washbasin on a small bowl made of burnt yellow paper on the ground.
Wang Wei knocked the empty washbasin on the small bowl a few times, and soon a snake crawled out from the edge of the basin.
"Dad, what kind of snake is this?"
"The short-tailed pit viper can be seen in many places. It was originally found in Wenchangwei, but when you get to the village, the village has already planted snakes everywhere to kill them. Apart from water snakes, it is not easy to see other snakes.
They like to coil around rapeseed stalks, and their tails are so powerful that they can fly briefly in the air, so they are also called grass-flyers.
"Oh, Dad, how did you know?"
"Dad was bitten by this kind of snake."
"Won't anyone die?"
"Yes, Dad was lucky. He met a miracle doctor who cured me, but there are some side effects."
"Hmm? What are the aftereffects?"
"Every seven years, we must find a seven-year-old girl, preferably named Nan Ruoyin, and roast her over a fire to eat. This way, Dad can live another seven years."
"Wow, Daddy, don't eat me, let's eat Sister Hongdou, she has more meat." Nan Ruoyin pointed at Fan Hongdou and giggled.
Nan Yi raised his head and said to Fan Hongdou, "Hongdou, do you think Godfather will eat you or Ruoyin?"
"Godfather, I'm eight years old. I'm too old ."
"Then we'll eat Ruoyun. Okay, let's eat when we get home."
"No, I'm too skinny and not tasty."
While the big one and two small ones were playing around, Wang Wei in the circle, with the help of an assistant, performed several magical skills such as getting wine from an empty cup and moving things with his mind.
Finally, there is the signature performance of street vendors – asking for tips by holding a gong.
When the small gong turned to Nan Yi's side, he put one hundred Hong Kong dollars into the small gong. Wang Wei, who was holding the gong, looked at Nan Yi carefully and said "thank you" loudly several times.
When Wang Zhi was observing Nan Yi, Nan Yi was also observing him. Although he was short-sighted, he could not see what was so special about Wang Zhi.
He stretched his hands upwards, put one of them in one hand, and put the two little girls on the ground.
"Dad will take you back later. Dad wants to be free at night."
"Dad, you're not going to pick up girls, are you? Is it Aunt Shixian?" Nan Ruoyin asked immediately after hearing what Nan Yi said.
"Yes, I have an appointment with your Aunt Shixian."
"Oh, I want to go too." The little girl said with her eyes rolling.
"Okay, don't try to be smart with Daddy. Just tell me what you want."
It was obvious that the little girl didn't really want to go, but wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail Nan Yi and ask for something.
"All my classmates have been abroad before. Dad, can you take me abroad during the summer vacation?"
"Okay, Dad promises you."
Even though Nan Ruoyin didn't say anything, Nan Yi also planned to take the two little girls abroad in the next two years to let them get in touch with the outside world.
He planned to send the two girls to study abroad in aristocratic schools at the appropriate time, depending on their maturity and social circles.
"Dad, we will be good at home." Having gotten what she wanted, Nan Ruoyin pretended to be extremely well-behaved.
"Okay, I know you've been good."
While Nan Ruoyin was acting cute, Fan Hongdou just stood quietly by the side without saying a word.
Nan Yi thought that she had a bit of the quality of being able to compete without fighting, and being wise but appearing foolish.
After sending the two little girls home, Nan Yi went to the meeting place he had agreed to meet with Zhao Shixian - Rose, a dance hall where one could sing as well as dance. There was a live band and many accompaniment tapes.
When Nan Yi arrived, Zhao Shixian was sitting next to the microphone on the stage, listening to the band's accompaniment and preparing to sing.
Seeing Nan Yi under the stage, she raised two fingers, shook them to the rhythm of the music, and shook her hair from time to time, with a very happy smile on her face.
When the accompaniment reached a certain point, she started singing.
During the prelude, Nan Yi couldn't tell what song it was, but as soon as Zhao Shixian started singing, he immediately recognized that it was the Beatles' "Obladi Oblada".
This song is very suitable for Zhao Shixian, and she performed it very cheerfully.
Nan Yi couldn't help but put the thumb and index finger of his left hand into his mouth and made a chirping sound.
When Zhao Shixian on the stage heard this, he gave Nan Yi a wink, and his body swayed again. The smile on his face was illuminated by the lights, and it instantly became bright and moving.
After the song was over, Zhao Shixian walked off the stage amid applause and came to Nan Yi's side.
"Why don't you find a seat?"
"Didn't you book a table?"
"I just got here too, and the stage hasn't opened yet."
Nan Yi waved his hand and called a waiter to arrange a table and two semicircular sofas for them. Zhao Shixian did not choose to sit opposite Nan Yi, but sat next to Nan Yi naturally.
"Nan Yi, have you been investing in stocks recently?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"I think the Hang Seng Index is about to reach its peak and will soon plunge. If you want to buy at the bottom, the opportunity will appear soon."
"I don't have much idea. I can't pick a single company in Hong Kong that's worth holding for the long term."
"Hmm? You don't think highly of Xiangyuan's company?"
"It's not that I don't like them, it's that I don't think highly of them. They are all deformed products of the deformed social structure of Xiangkeng. Most people will not be able to adapt to the local climate if they leave Xiangkeng."
"You don't like Li Tongban either?"
"He's good, a pure businessman with a keen sense of smell. He is undoubtedly the richest man in Xiangxun."
"Why do you say that?"
"He has no patriotic thoughts. He will go wherever there is an opportunity or profit. Few businessmen can be as pure as him . Everything he does is just to gain profit. He has no other miscellaneous thoughts."
"Nan Yi, are you praising him or insulting him?" Zhao Shixian said with a chuckle.
"Praise, of course I am praising him. How can he be a good person if he can run a business on such a large scale? Others try to flatter themselves and pretend to be decent people, but he doesn't pretend at all. He tells others openly that he is just a businessman, not Spider-Man."
"What does Uncle Ben say about great power, with great responsibility?"
"Yes, that's it."
"What about you? Will you be a pure businessman?"
"Kong Yiji was the only person who drank standing up and wearing a long gown. He was tall, with a pale complexion, scars often found between his wrinkles, and a shaggy gray beard.
Although he was wearing a long gown, it was dirty and torn, and it seemed that it had not been repaired or washed in more than ten years.
When he speaks to people, he always uses a lot of obscure language, making it difficult for people to understand him.
Because his last name was Kong, people gave him a nickname, Kong Yiji, from the half-understood words "Shang Sir Kong Yiji" on the red paper. They called him Kong Yiji.
As soon as Kong Yiji arrived at the store, all the drinkers looked at him and laughed. Some shouted, "Kong Yiji, you have a new scar on your face!"
He did not answer, but said to the cabinet: "Warm two bowls of wine and a plate of fennel beans."
Then he took out nine copper coins.
They deliberately shouted loudly, "You must have stolen something again!"
Kong Yiji opened his eyes wide and said, "How can you slander someone's innocence like this..."
"What innocence? I saw you stealing books from the He family the day before yesterday and being hung up and beaten."
Kong Yiji's face flushed, veins popping out on his forehead, and he argued, "Stealing books cannot be considered stealing... Stealing books! ... Can it be considered stealing if it is done by a scholar?"
Then came a series of incomprehensible words, such as "A gentleman is always poor" and "This is what it means", which made everyone laugh, and the store was filled with a happy atmosphere. "
Nan Yi stroked the wine glass in his hand and recited the contents of "Kong Yiji" in a rhythmic manner.
"How should I understand this? Should I understand that you compare yourself to Kong Yiji, or that you have the desire to 'shout'?"
"It's not easy to be Kong Yiji. It's even harder to have the right to speak out. I'm just an Ah Q who only knows how to win spiritually. I only want to achieve one thing in my life - I don't deserve the surname Zhao."
Then, Nan Yi looked straight at Zhao Shixian again, "It would be best if I could confidently tell the maid: I want to sleep with you."
"Sleepy?"
"It means sleeping. In the dialect of southern Zhejiang, some places say kunjue, while others say kungao. Ah, that can't be said that way. Kungao is actually an ancient Chinese colloquialism. Many places in the south say it this way, but the pronunciation is a little distorted."
"Oh, why don't you just say 枓睡 [fèn gào]?"
"Oh, the same idea."
"It's easy for you to have the surname Zhao. If you marry into our Zhao family, you will be Zhao Nanyi, and from now on you will be called Zhao Nanyi." Zhao Shixian said with his hand covering his mouth and grinning.
“You are beautiful, and your thoughts are even more beautiful. You may not even be qualified to be called Nan Zhao Shixian, and you still want me to be called Zhao Nanyi?”
"Wow, your Nan family's gate is quite high."
"Of course it's high."
"How high?"
"I'll sing "The end of the world" for you."
"OK."
Nan Yi walked onto the stage, whispered something to a middle-aged man playing the cello, and then handed him a Hong Kong dollar. The middle-aged man nodded and told the other accompaniers about the next song to be played.
"Why does the sun still shine, why do the waves still beat against the shore, don't they know that this is the end of the world, because you don't love me anymore..."
The accompaniment sounded, and Nan Yi began to sing along with the rhythm.
Although it was obviously a sad song, Zhao Shixian sang it just like she did on the stage just now, showing two fingers and shaking them left and right happily.
"The end of the world" is a very addictive song. Nan Yi was singing on the stage while plucking pine nuts with his fingers and closing his eyes, immersed in the world of the song.
After the song, the other guests still gave Nan Yi sparse applause, even though his song was inappropriate and not suitable for this kind of place.
Either affection, temptation, or ambiguity, only in this way can it help ghosts and monsters to be attracted to you.
