Master Chai

Long long ago, Chai Mingyi, then in her thirties, thought it would be good to settle down in Kunming when she was old. If he had not been waiting for a girl of that age to be his grandson, like an apricot blossom trembling in a cold spring, he would not have known it

Forty years have passed. Yes, forty years later, when his thin, soft fingers touched the cold soft breasts of the girl, there was a sharp quiver in the bottom of his stomach.

The girl may not come. She lives on the Shishan Yanyu Road, the desert side of the Taipei Basin that must be crossed by two buses, both of which are a long and bumpy ile-nine turns. Every day after the afternoon wash street car like a dinosaur from the door after the rustle, the front seat belly bottom spray half a day high waterfall, pouring out steam smoke sand. Basin desert, yes, a moment of rain without trace, the construction of the land bridge tiger tiger ash, immediately covered the sky and paved the ground up sand. Everywhere in the moving project, it seems that Chai Mingyi moved to wherever, where began to build houses, digging roads, building underpasses, buried water pipes, bridge. More than half his life in this desert actually spent, yes, waiting for a girl like waiting for an oasis.

Chai master, the girl on the phone with him to book time always call him Chai master, knock on the door and come in often sorry that the master is taking a nap ah. The sound of the spring flowing, trickling deep from his blatantly closed field of memory, field of feeling. Years of turning a blind eye, listening and not heard, he suddenly found his daily evening with white plastic flat pot water to pour flowers on the balcony, the pot a year rotten open to the end of the begonia, red is so pretty, never rest red, call a person surprised. Oh, how good it is to be surprised.

Chai Mingyi convinced of his sons' filial piety play basin northeast moved to the southwest, to see him here for treatment of people like the ground vine pull spread more. Kun Gua Yue, the northeast lost friends, southwest friends, the same kind of line, will be happy. He had to admire the wisdom of the ancients, who had foretold what he was now three thousand years ago. One Saturday afternoon a week he went to remote Mie City, and one Tuesday evening he went to Anwa Road, a beer-house neighborhood, wearing an off-white kung-fu shirt and a mahogany staff to keep the dogs at bay. Monday courtyard deep series, Jingxing primary school teacher Zhang to forty waist fifty shoulders, Zhang teacher shoulder hard like two black heart wood, give him a pinch of pain slanting scream, tears. On Thursday afternoon Chen arrived, still young and with a beer belly, and the liver worn out like rusty iron. Within 50 minutes of the treatment, Chen lay on the wooden bed and immediately began snoring. When he woke up, he rushed back to work at Formosa Plastics and dropped a red envelope into the plastic glass offering box in front of the hall. Dedication box gushing oil thick sweet fragrance, now the red envelope paper are mixed with spices, warm on his face is very exciting.

Yes, it's a wild and exciting place. Many of Chai Mingyi's friends went back and came back. Lao Peng decided to stay and live with his nephews in his hometown. His son had already asked the travel agency for a Red Cross application form to register his family visit, and the faithful in Hong Kong expected him to cross the sea to teach Dharma. Living in Taipei is not easy, but he is now in front of the high fax TV watching pig Brother Liang restaurant show also understand will chuckles. My son came upstairs to cuff the tape, the R-rated movie on the midnight show last night, got the tape transcription today. Two naked insect screen shows the demon fight, the wan to be done according to the tea table in the corner of each arithmetic, writing ㄅ ㄆ picture from, he is very unhappy to call off the son picture, beautiful looks at him like a rare animals in ancient relics unearthed, is still lower the head to continue to write my homework. Grandchildren have seen too much soil obsidian theater, say the Japanese also show two points, national products small scene

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The two sons were more like the mother of the province than the mother of the province, and had married the daughter-in-law of the province. Even the grandchildren often forgot him and spoke their dear language. When Chai Mingyi landed from the healthy golden sun shining in Kaohsiung port, miasma heat and dust in a covered half the sky of wildflower mangroves, later he knew that it was phoenix wood, gave him a shock of Xiama Wei. The plants were all overmighty and angry, even when they were made into a Fusang fence, they would not be tamed, the big bowls of flowers were red, the peach was bloodstained, the bright yellow, the seven sticks and eight sticks of tarts were stretched out, and the eyes looked at each other. Even today, when he went to Anhe Road to treat Miss Zhong's family, the tropical forest, under the neon sign of the beer house, was full of beautiful flowers and beautiful grass of different colors. It looked like the first time he had seen bananas with huge holes, and pineapples with spikes of hideous teeth rolled like heads.

Waiting for the girl is like waiting for the village voice. His sons were dutiful and separated the living room with three splints. The front part of the room was set up for him. A long line of sutras in glass and iron cabinets occupied part of the already small living room. The two lamps of the Buddha Hall are as bright as a great lake grass, hung high with the words of the teacher handed down from the ages. The portrait of the teacher is in the center, resembling the old Russian great writer Dostoyevsky.

Two months after Ms. Chai moved in, her son bought and built a two-story building next door. The signs were replaced, and the spray-painted letters MTV danced like a thunderclap dancer. He went to see the decoration. The simple concrete stairs had been converted into a tunnel, and the entrance was covered by daylight with color-blind water-red blankets. Go up the stairs dark, climb a few steps before groping to stand up, two walls of the original nail has a fluorescent paint coated duck metal mirror, ambiguous spit light. Tunnel orange orange purple purple, concave convex extension to a hole, only enough to put a few, love sofa, and a 26 inch firefly

Curtain of light.

Business has grown, many soldiers often come. Nearby, a military camp was built on a hillside. The back of the camp was about ten feet below the level of the road, facing the thoroughfare through which five bus lines passed. It is not uncommon to see soldiers carrying out armed aluminum POTS and washing clothes in caring out their homes, and military green undershirts hanging out to dry on the open line. From the transols, you can see soldiers sleeping in the upper bunks getting up and moving. In the middle of winter, if you are lucky, you can even see soldiers killing dogs near the platform of the long pond. The soldiers grinned as they watched the women walk across the high cliff promenade, which seemed recently to have finally been funded to cover the stunning grey wall. In the distance, a shaved mountain ridge rises above the Loess Plateau, where a towering circular tower is erected at 107. The station is called a training center, more like a nuclear space city.

Nearby junior college students also love to come, movie tickets cost about the same as a glass of juice coke, hot tape has to wait in line for a room. After reading the newspaper, he learned that there were other things to do besides MTV. The new rule was that the door of the room should not be locked, and a window hole must be cut in the door, the size of which should be based on the sofa visible. The return of the law to the law, and the return of the living. The living room is narrow, ink-steel corner frame is separated into eight layers to the air, a video machine on the first floor, the top place of ancestral tablets. Every day he stood on the stool twist incense, often wipe, daughter-in-law will climb the chair for fresh fruit. He would wake up twice in the middle of the night and walk diagonally across the living room to the bathroom. The family was watching a beef show. He would scold the grandchildren for staying up so late for school tomorrow. Ah Wan said it was already summer vacation. The air-conditioner rumbled, his cubicle never needed a fan, and the moving world left him far behind.

Waiting for the girl like waiting for youth resurrection. The fathers dwelt in a corner of the house, with God and man; what is Caesar's is not Caesar's, and what is God's is not God's. He is an immortal, the heart in the cool pure land, why wear on the girl's feet snow-white Aidida casual shoes make his heart lake stirring up. He watched the girl open the pencil box, how clever and delicious pencil box ah, sapphire Mosaic coated with icing transparent astringent feeling, seven rainbow little people scattered wearing seven colors of joy rush leap. The girl took out a pen and wrote down her name in the book on his desk. It was as if Ali had just learned to write

The beauty of the child's body is like a stack of matchsticks.

The girl old calendar years with parents to Hokkaido to see snow to know Mrs Yang. Mrs. Yang was a disciple whom he had received after the ceremony. He thought she was a girl, but a woman in her sixties looked less than fifty. Once in a while, he went to Mrs. Yang's house for dinner. The lacquered furniture was framed by pale gold flowers, and the fragrance of powder wafted in the cool air as Mrs. Yang walked. Mrs. Yang's daughter, Xiao Zhen, read French with her French mistress under the egg-white shell lamp. Small Zhen's new customers, French, used to rely on a telephone to import flax, ran two blocks to borrow a friend's company telex machine fax, later Mrs. Yang funded to buy a fax machine with the Buddhist hall placed in a room as an office, more reluctant to run out. Xiao Zhen's fair skin is sensitive to all central air-conditioning systems, and to the excessive amount of dust in the basin air.

Mrs Yang on the way of sightseeing snow country, kindness for one after another cold down travel friends expel dirty gas, perfusion energy, fame spread, after returning home to seek treatment of the telephone overwhelmed. That day, he went to Mrs. Yang's home for dinner on a whim. He met a girl who came to Mrs. Yang with her nephew who was coughing. Predestined, predestined, Mrs. Yang was pleased to shout, master personally.

Mrs. Young made everyone a cup of ovaltine. Girl sister said, now children are very difficult to take, at the drop of a hat cold asthma, Western medicine with more severe scare, for some good Chinese medicine, some also useless, parents communicate with each other any new recipe, change the position of the bed cabinet

Hang chimes, install mirrors, hang lintel red silk rope, half believing, half doubting.

The little boy disassembled the delicate plastic warrior, coaxed down the toy and sat on the bench for treatment. Little aunt called the girl, said it was like playing on a swing, a lot of smoke ran out from the body.

The girl, surprised, told her sister that smoke was nothing, and many things were impossible for an adult to see. It was cold, Mrs. Young said with a smile.

The girl wakes up every morning sneezing, the beluga whale fountain, the house shaking, sensitive to temperature differences and dust, or a sudden liver - tearing sneeze that doesn't know its source. Seven Baidu myopia with contact lenses, actually deceive him, inside the double eyelid wipe a little hanging tip, look at the time is very straightforward. The girl said that her sneeze was an eye sensitive to dirty air, and that the air in Taipei would only get worse, not better, so this air pollution complication was nothing to help prepare me for.

But the girl still came to his place, it was too small. The son comes up to turn the tape, the dark wilderness on the screen, a group of people in hair and horns fight, the 21st century interstellar space is no better than the age of Caveman, the scene suddenly flashes violent pornography, really sorry for people. Close the doors and Windows and turn on the air conditioner for the guests. Soon, the incense incense just lit on the ancestral stage was lost into fog. When the girl sneezed repeatedly, she turned off the air conditioner again. He never understood how big the place where he used to live was. The Buddhist hall was open and closer to the city than here, but the doors were sparse and he was isolated. How like here, the gods and demons with prosperity, everyone at will.