Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s - Chapter 88

Guo Bingsheng lives on Nanmen Street, not far from Beijing. The courtyard is three-in, facing south, covering an area of ​​more than 4,000 square meters. It was once the ancestral home of the Guo family.

Only ten years after Guo Bingsheng left the capital, this century-old mansion that had witnessed Guo’s family from ordinary to prosperous has been dilapidated.

The doors and windows are rusty, and there are traces of oil smoke everywhere. The walls are rugged and uneven by rain, exposing weathered blue bricks. One or two weeds are faintly visible in the cracks in the rubble on the eaves of the aisle.

“That’s it, it looks like after I asked someone to clean it up. At that time, I pulled six carts of garbage out. For this, the teacher who helped me was surprised to ask me an extra dollar for my hard work.” Guo Bingsheng said. While he was carrying his right hand, he thumped his lower back.

This old house of Guo’s family belongs to a typical brick-wood structure. There are 13 houses in total, 57 rooms in total. Paint and color painting, you can see how luxurious it was back then.

But now Guo Bingsheng will just clean up the main house and kitchen, and the other rooms are still sealed.

“It might take a lot of effort to completely repair this house.” Guo Bingsheng shook his head, looking helpless, and picked up the kettle on the table to pour a glass of water for Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen took it with both hands, and just said: “I think the old man is lonely in guarding such a big house. Why don’t you invite a few servants back and talk with you.”

If this was a few years earlier, Song Fengchen would never dare to say such a thing. However, the current situation is becoming more stable, Xi Gong’s summit is imminent, and society is becoming more and more open. Some behaviors that were originally labeled as pursuing the bourgeois way of life during the great turmoil have quietly emerged in the past two years.

Just to avoid unnecessary troubles, those with this capital would not tell others that this was the servant he hired. They would usually use distant relatives to prevaricate the way. Song Fengchen remembers that the Du family in his impression did just that.

“It’s not necessary. I’m happy now. It’s fine to live alone. If there are too many people in the house, I feel uncomfortable.” Guo Bingsheng waved his hand and finished speaking, covering his mouth and yawning.

It’s strange to say that I was in good spirits in the car just now, and I felt a little tired when I got home. This morning too, if he hadn’t been reading the invitation from the Wei family all the time, he would always feel like he could sleep forever.

Song Fengchen put down the water cup: “If the old man feels sleepy, he might as well take a rest first. By the way, where is the prescription Mr. Zheng gave you just now? Give it to me. I’ll help you go to the hospital to get the medicine back.”

Guo Bingsheng didn’t want to trouble Song Fengchen too much. He just kept fighting him with the sleepiness in his mind. He shook his head and said, “Then I will trouble Song Fengchen.”

“No trouble.” Song Fengchen smiled.

With that said, Guo Bingsheng stood up, not knowing whether it was not standing still or something else. After staggering for a while, he was able to stabilize his body by supporting the table.

Seeing him look depressed, Song Fengchen quickly reached out to support him: “I will help you to the bedroom.”

Guo Bingsheng nodded in a daze, “Okay.”

Pushing open the bedroom door, there was a cool breeze oncoming, the room was dark, the curtains were pulled, and scattered rays of light penetrated.

Song Fengchen frowned slightly, always feeling that something was weird, but couldn’t tell.

He helped Guo Bingsheng to bed, and the other party fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Song Fengchen covered him with a quilt and then stood up.

He looked around and started to pace in the room.

It just turned three times in a row, but still didn’t notice any problems.

Probably he is too sensitive!

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen reluctantly suppressed the doubt in his heart.

But I didn’t want to. Just when he turned and was about to go out, there was a little undetectable tingling on his forehead.

He looked up and faced a slightly dilapidated beam above his head. He took a step back, and the sting disappeared. Back in the distance, the sting reappeared.

Song Fengchen sank, his eyes fell on the wooden table beside him, and then he lifted his breath, stepped on the edge of the wooden table, and rose into the sky, touching the wooden beam with his left hand, and when he landed, there was an extra piece in his hand. brick.

To be precise, it is a brick wrapped in white cloth, and the white cloth is also wrapped with nine paper money.

It turned out to be such a gadget, no wonder he didn’t notice it for a while.

He moved his mind slightly and let go of his hand. The wad of paper money that had fallen on the ground suddenly burst into flames, and ignited the white cloth next to him.

…

Xijiao Timber Factory.

“Xiao Huang, hand in hand—”

Suddenly heard an exclamation, the young man called Xiao Huang withdrew his hand subconsciously.

After he recovered, he realized that if he hadn’t put his hands back in time, his hands might have been cut in half by the cutting machine along with the wooden board.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man who spoke just now couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He cursed: “Xiao Huang, what’s the matter, can you be ecstatic when cutting the plank? If I hadn’t seen it just now, you’re here today. My hands are gone…”

Xiao Huang also had lingering fears. Faced with the reprimand of the middle-aged man, he was unable to refute, and could only say: “Yes, master, I was careless.”

He couldn’t say that just now, a strong anxiety suddenly rose in his heart, and then he was distracted.

For the sake of Xiao Huang’s good attitude, the anger in the eyes of the middle-aged man disappeared a lot: “Do you know if you should pay attention next time?”

“Know, know,” Xiaohuang said repeatedly.

As soon as the voice fell, his face turned white, followed by a mouthful of blood sprayed on the middle-aged man’s face, and then he fell staring.

The middle-aged man wiped the blood off his face like a conditioned reflex, and then recovered his senses. He looked down at Xiao Huang who was on the ground and twitching all over his face. His pupils tightened and he shouted, “Xiao Huang——”

“Brother Song?” Guo Bingsheng’s voice suddenly rang in the room.

He sat up, not knowing how to explain the fact that he suddenly lost sleep.

After speaking, his eyes fell on the fire at Song Fengchen’s feet, and he couldn’t help asking: “This is?”

“You are awake.” Song Fengchen raised his head, patted the dust on the palm of his hand, and then told him the ins and outs of the matter.

“Brick wears filial piety?” Guo Bingsheng fell silent directly after exclaiming. Just hearing the word filial piety, he knew that it would definitely not be a good word.

“The Seventh Volume of “Shuoyuxu” quotes Yang Mu’s “Xishu Miscellaneous” saying: Ziren hates the town, and Gaitong is cursed by the witch…The Han family of Gaoqiao Bridge, engaged in construction, has forty people who are endlessly obsessed with mourning. After more than a year, he defeated his wall with wind and rain, hiding a filial piety towel in the wall, and beholding it with bricks, which means that bricks wear filial piety.”

“Simply speaking, it is the person who is subject to this curse, and there will be constant mourning in the master’s house.” Song Fengchen said: “Old gentleman, don’t worry, this spell is easy to cast, and it’s not difficult to break. Moreover, once the spell is broken, it will be the person behind the scenes. It will inevitably be backlashed, ranging from half-body paralysis to sudden death on the spot.”

“Little Brother Song knows who is hurting me behind my back?” Guo Bingsheng’s face was sullen, his eyes could not hide his anger, he thought his body suddenly deteriorated because he fell in the shower the other day, but he didn’t expect it. Someone conspired behind him to kill him.

“I have to ask Mr. Guo yourself about this. After you moved in, who has been in this room?” Song Fengchen said.

Guo Bingsheng frowned. This is really impossible to calculate. Since returning this old house from the top to the present, there have been no fewer than five waves of workers from all walks of life, not counting the people who lived here before. .

Song Fengchen was clear: “It is not difficult to find the murderer behind the scenes. The old gentleman can write down all the people who have been here, and slowly check, whoever has an accident today is the one who harmed you.”

“Understood.” Guo Bingsheng nodded, took a deep breath, and said with a look of gratitude: “Thank you so much, Brother Song, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know if I was killed by someone…”

After that, there was another thank you don’t need to mention it again.

Half an hour after I got out of Guo’s house, I got on the bus. The driver was forced to change the driving route because of the collapse of the road ahead. This turn came to Ximen Street.

The retro signboard of March Cafe caught Song Fengchen’s eyes.

Since he happened to be passing by, take Xu Shujian two pieces of cheesecake and mango milkshake, which is his favorite.

Thinking like this, Song Fengchen decisively got out of the car while parking.

“I’m sorry, sir, the mangoes in the store are just running out, but our clerk has already bought it at the fruit store, and is expected to be back in ten minutes. Do you think you are waiting here for a while, or change a drink.” Said his face apologetically.

“Then I’ll wait.” Song Fengchen smiled, there is no other way.

“Okay, sir, please sit upstairs. I’ll let someone inform you if things are ready.”

“Okay.” Song Fengchen nodded, picked up a Beijing Daily on the newspaper rack, and went upstairs.

There were few people upstairs, Song Fengchen casually found an empty table to sit down, but didn’t want to just spread out the newspaper when a familiar voice came from next door.

“You are looking for me, what the **** is going on?”