red and white

Chapter 19

Anping was woken up by someone patting him.

It's the break, and the class is full of voices, "Student committee, you can really sleep recently. You lie down for several classes. If I didn't cover up well, you would have been invited to drink tea by the old class." A stack of papers was handed to him, "The homework for each subject that was sent out this afternoon will be handed in tomorrow."

"Thank you very much." Anping rubbed his eyes, slowly getting used to the noise around him. Now he is very used to dreaming, but suddenly a century has changed, and there is still a sense of disorder.

However, according to Mu Gesheng, his situation is quite good. After Damengfang wakes up, things change and people change, and some people can't recover for a long time.

"Oh, that's right, who's here." The deskmate poked him with his arm, and pouted behind him, "I didn't come until after four o'clock in the afternoon. I'm going out to get water now."

Anping knew who he was talking about, and yawned, "Mu Gesheng has a name and a surname, why do you keep calling him that so-and-so?"

Recently, Muge students come to class frequently. He runs to school every three days, and does nothing when he comes. He sleeps in the last row in the dark, occasionally chats with girls, receives a few love letters, and waits for dinner in Anping after school. .

"That's a school bully." The deskmate said with a matter-of-fact expression, "You have the ability to accept him as a younger brother, school committee, of course you don't think anything of it, but I'm just an ordinary scumbag, and I don't understand the happiness of your rich second generation."

Anping had given up on explaining, but still insisted: "He is not my little brother."

"Isn't it your little brother who treats you to dinner every day?"

Anping: The guest of honor in your sentence needs to be changed.

He has been getting close to Mu Gesheng recently, which has caused quite a stir in the school. High school students don't have much after-school life, and a little gossip can add fuel and vinegar from beginning to end and turn things around.Anping is too lazy to care about how sacred he is in the eyes of everyone. Even the class teacher mentioned it to him a few times, to the effect that the school bully will bloom. Maybe this time he will have the hope of successfully graduating, so that Anping will have more time. Help and counsel, get rid of the school's harm as soon as possible, and send this great god away.

Anping was speechless. Mu Gesheng was older than Shi Yigao. Instead of asking him to help this "centenarian" with his homework, he would rather go to the nursing home to teach the national papers to the elders and aunts.

At least Alzheimer's won't ask him if the hanged ghost is a mammal when he writes biology.

A thermos cup was suddenly placed on the table. Anping looked up and said that Cao Cao Cao Cao had arrived.

"What are you thinking about?" Mu Gesheng looked at him with a smile, "Are you free to make an appointment tonight?"

The deskmate uttered a strange cry, winking wildly at Anping.

Anping was speechless for a while, but still nodded, "Okay, what to eat? Is it still the same as the cafeteria?"

"I won't eat in the cafeteria today." Mu Gesheng said: "It's cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, it's perfect for hot pot."

The days were short in winter, and it was already dark when school was over. Mugesheng and Anping walked out of the school one after the other, and led them all the way to Chengxi Street.

Chengxi Street is an old street. Although it is cold, there are still many snacks open for business. There are fried noodles, roasted sweet potato wontons, pancake stalls, and hanging lights hanging all the way. The whole street is filled with the smell of frying and steaming. Strong fragrance.

Mu Gesheng held an incense ash bottle, sprinkled it while eating, and walked all the way from the beginning to the end, browsing all the stalls.Anping was carrying things besides spending money. Bobo chicken, iron plate tofu and candied haws with ice, both hands were full, and finally he had to wonder why he came here, "No, Banxian, what about hot pot?"

"No hurry, I'll go later." Mu Gesheng turned his head with a skewer in his mouth, looked at him and laughed: "I have a chicken in my left hand, and a duck in my right hand."

Anping had a premonition that this person would have bad things to say next, and as expected, Mu Gesheng tapped his forehead with his fingers, "There is a big fat baby in the middle."

As he said that, he became amused himself, humming a ditty of unknown direction, and arranged Anping while singing, which was enough to amuse people.

Anping resisted the urge to roll his eyes, suddenly felt that the tune was familiar, probably heard it in Guan Shanyue.

As the dream deepened, Anping knew more and more about Mu Gesheng. The young master in the Ginkgo Study grew up in the military camp and became a disaster. Later, he was gilded in poetry, books, rituals and music, and he could quote scriptures with his mouth. Drive people out of five miles.In the span of a hundred years, although Mu Gesheng is now a bit more of a veteran cadre than he was then, he is still a suffocating old bastard in his bones. He has no old-fashioned oil and salt.

Being stingy is like a day for a hundred years. Except for a few fortune-telling steel coins, Anping has never seen this person take out his pocket.Eating and drinking all day long, Tianzi No. [-] feels at ease.

Occasionally, Anping couldn't help but ask what happened afterwards, but Mugesheng was like a telltale storyteller, who just drank tea with a smile and let him dream.Sometimes I brought him a few tea bags to soothe the nerves, and the effect was very good. Anping slept in the dark in class, as if hibernating.It's just that sometimes when he wakes up for a moment, he can't help but look out the window.

And when the gavel falls,

The east is white,

The old man back then, where is he now?

Mu Gesheng finally finished the tooth sacrifice, walked deep into the old street, and stopped in front of a hot pot restaurant, "Here we are."

The hot pot restaurant has two floors, with a grand facade and antique decorations. There are red lanterns in front of the carved gate, and the four big characters inscribed - Ye Shui Zhu Hua.

Anping knows this restaurant, Yeshui Zhuhua, the most famous hot pot restaurant in the old city, a century-old sign, and a table is hard to find. Usually, if you want to eat, you have to book a table at least a few weeks in advance. "Ban Xianer, this restaurant needs to be booked in advance. We may not be able to get in..."

Mu Gesheng patted him on the shoulder nonchalantly, "It's okay, just follow me."

Saying that Shi Shiran went upstairs, Ye Shui Zhuhua forbids taking out food and drinks, but Anping was full of bits and pieces, and no one stepped forward to stop him.

The two walked into a private room all the way, Anping looked at the Ruyi flower window in front of him, and the whole street view outside the window - this is the best private room in Zhuhua, Yeshui, where his father was talking about business last time. I have booked a table here, and a meal is worth his living expenses for a month.

Anping immediately said: "Banxian, please sit down first, I have to go home."

Mu Gesheng pulled away the chair, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know if you want to eat this. I don't have enough money in my mobile phone. I have to go back and get a card."

"You don't have to." Mu Gesheng laughed when he heard that, and greeted people to serve a pot of Dongding Oolong, pouring tea while saying: "Don't worry about it, I'll be the host of this table, just use this as a cafeteria."

Anping heard that the things in his hands were almost scattered all over the ground, the iron rooster was plucked and the iron tree was blooming, and Mu Gesheng actually wanted to treat guests, either a beheaded meal or a grand banquet. "No, no, no, you really don't need to invite me to dinner..."

"Why are you being polite? You are a junior. You should eat the meals of the elders." Mu Gesheng boasted with tea, put the menu aside, and greeted the waiter: "One mandarin duck pot, one dish."

Anping didn't understand, "One dish?"

"It's just the dishes on the menu. From the beginning to the end, there are a lot of dishes."

Anping almost didn't kneel down for him.

Seeing that Anping was about to rush out to find the waiter, Mu Gesheng stretched out his hand to bring him back, and said calmly: "Don't worry, we are not the only ones eating today, and there will be people coming later, it's not your turn to be ripped off."

Anping was taken aback, "Who else?"

Mu Gesheng pointed out the window.

I saw an electric tricycle approaching from a distance at the end of the long street. The driver was wearing red armbands and had a horn on the front of the car. The background music was wishing you a happy birthday.The crowd separated from both sides, and the tricycle drove all the way to the downstairs of Zhuhua in Yeshui. Only then did Anping see the things in the trailer—a pile as high as a hill, from waste products to sewer pipes, and shared bicycles.

"Hey, it's another big truck." Mu Gesheng laughed when he saw it, "Work hard to collect the junk, either urban management or a beggar."

Anping was still thinking about what kind of medicine was sold in Muge Sheng gourd, when the door of the private room was suddenly opened, and air-conditioning came in.He couldn't help sneezing, and then he saw the person who came—the person seemed to be about the same age as him, wearing a thin black dress with a row of white buttons buttoned to the throat, with thin shoulder bones, and amazingly bright eyes, with a boy alone. Some are cold and astringent, like the expected cold spring.

The other party rushed into the door like a cold wind, found a place farthest from Mu Gesheng and sat down, without looking at the two of them, bowed his head and started playing games.

"Let me introduce you." Mu Gesheng didn't seem to realize it, and said while drinking tea: "This is Chengxi Street City Management, Wubi Youwu's classmate, he should be younger than you, An Ping'er."

With a "click", Anping saw that the other party smashed the screen of the phone, and Xiao Qiao, who was half output, was smashed.

"At the same time, she is also the boss of Ye Shui Zhu Hua." Mu Gesheng added with a smile: "She is also my daughter."

Anping took a sip of tea and sprayed it out.

He almost yelled out, what the hell?Daughter?

"Don't fucking call me your daughter!" The boy exploded, standing up and about to lift the table, "The dog is your daughter!"

"You child, why are you scolding yourself." Mu Gesheng shook his head, "I said that dropping out of school is not a good thing. I haven't received nine years of compulsory education, and my brain is not working well——Speaking of my daughter, your kindergarten Do you still have your diploma?"

Anping didn't have time to complain about Mugesheng, his mind is full of the girl, just now Mugesheng said that the young man's name is Wu Biyou, he couldn't help being shocked: "This is from the Wu family?"

Ubi slanted his eyes, Muge said, "Yes."

"Are you married to Wu Zixu?"

This time it was Mu Gesheng's turn to be so choked, he stretched out his hand to stop him, and threw Wu Biyou behind him who was about to rush forward to beat someone up, coughed and slapped the table with a smile: "Ampinger, you are so clever... old man Three doesn't have that function."

Anping: "Is that what you have?"

"There is absolutely no such thing." Mu Gesheng waved his hands again and again, "I am a godfather, and my daughter is born to the third child."

"Where did you find this idiot?" Wu Biyou sneered: "What's the matter, after living for so many years, you are finally willing to die? Have you started looking for an apprentice?"

"Your father and I have died a long time ago, and things in the underworld don't accept apprentices." Mu Gesheng hit Wu Biyou's head with a chopstick, and said with a pleasant face: "It's just a coincidence, he is older than you, hurry up and call brother."

Wu Biyou was about to open his mouth to curse, and Anping quickly smoothed things over: "No need, no need, you can call me whatever you want when we meet for the first time, my name is Anping."

"I know you, your dad often comes to my place for dinner." Wu Biyou looked Anping up and down, his eyes twitched, "You don't care about your rich second generation, what are you doing with this old bastard? He blackmailed you? "

Anping was at a loss for words for a moment, not knowing where to start. "...that's a long story."

The atmosphere became a little delicate for a while, Mu Gesheng still drank his tea slowly, without any explanation or meaning of rescuing the scene, just when Anping suspected that this person was just watching the fun, the door of the private room opened, and finally began to serve the pot serve.

Mu Gesheng scooped up a bowl of soup, and then said: "Don't stand around stupidly, young people don't talk about indigestible topics when eating, or you will never grow taller, girl."

Ubi had veins popping out of his forehead, "Shut up!"

"How grown up, why do you still blow your hair like a wild cat when you say it?"

Mu Gesheng's mouth is like a knife for killing people. When he was leisurely sharpening his knife with Ubi, Anping took the opportunity to look at the other party.If you only look at the outline, Wu Biyou is indeed very similar to Wu Zixu, with elegant facial features, and if you hold a folding fan, you will be a beautiful young man with a jade-like appearance.However, the temperaments of the two are quite different. Wu Zixu is as warm and moist as water, while Wu Bi has spicy water in it, making the whole river red.

It's like the mandarin duck pot on the table, one clear soup and one red oil, completely different.But since the godfather is Mu Gesheng, it's not surprising that this kind of gene mutation is caused, and it's lucky that the person is still alive.

"Okay, this is the end of the emotional exchange between father and daughter, let's talk about business first." Mu Gesheng stopped talking, and said, "What time is it?"

Anping was taken aback, then looked at his watch, "It's 10:30, what's wrong?"

Mu Gesheng picked up a teacup, rinsed it, and put it aside, "An Pinger, do you know the allusion of 'Mandarin Duck Pot'?"

"I bet you don't know." Wu Biyou picked up the cell phone with the screen full of holes, and started another game, "This old man is good at cheating and abducting. It's not that he is dying, and he doesn't have a half-truth in his mouth."

Anping was indeed at a loss.

"Mandarin duck pot is also called 'yin and yang pot'. Living people eat red soup, and dead people eat white soup. One pot is opposite, and Yin and Yang are separated." You can sit at the same table with the dead, Yin and Yang meet."

"This old man didn't tell you, did he?" Ubi said, "What you ate today is the Yin-Yang Pot."

The chopsticks in Anping's hand fell to the ground with a "crack".

Even though Anping had seen a lot during this time, suddenly a person appeared beside him out of thin air, and he was unavoidably startled.He looked at the person who appeared on the left at some time, "You, who are you?"

"Let me introduce, this is Cui Ziyu, one of the four great judges in Fengdu, the head judge of the Department of Yin Law." Mu Gesheng pushed the tableware over, "Judge Cui, drink tea."

"Don't dare to bother you." The visitor, Qing Luoyi and Wushamao, with a gloomy expression, said quietly: "This time, the official came here to verify the matter between the three parties." He said and looked at Anping, "This is the man The son who got into it by mistake?"

Cui Ziyu has a white face and green lips. She is a ghost that cannot tell her age. She speaks in a high-pitched voice with a long voice at the end. It is hard to tell whether it is like a eunuch singing an opera or a ghost screaming for grievances. There is probably one thing in common—— Urge people to pee.

Anping was stunned for a while, and quickly realized, looked at Mu Gesheng, and said in a low voice: "Is this man a hanged ghost? Or was he castrated before his death?"

Mu Gesheng knocked him lightly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Feng came here because of the incident during the last three trips." Wu Biyou, who was playing a game, kicked the stools of the two of them, "Hurry up and finish the work, I have to settle the accounts at night."

Cui Ziyu took out a scroll and unfolded it: "The 76th generation grandson of the Anping family, named Ping, aged eighteen, with both parents present..." Then he read Anping's 17th generation family tree and [-] years of his life, Finally said: "Are there any fallacies in the above?"

Anping shook his head, looked at the scroll in Cui Ziyu's hands in surprise, "Is this the Book of Life and Death?"

"It's just a copy." Cui Ziyu waved his index finger, his fingernails were long and black, and then he took out a piece of yellow paper and handed it to Anping, "Mr. An, please take a look, is there any difference between what is written on it and your experience? "

Anping looked at the paper full of ghosts and symbols, "...I don't understand."

"This is an obscene text, which is rude for a lower official." Cui Ziyu took the paper, "Then I will read it for you." As he spoke and read the first paragraph, Anping immediately realized that this was their experience during the three trips record.

The yellow paper was not very big, but it took more than an hour to finish the reading. Cui Ziyu chanted and sighed three times, and Anping almost peed out.

Mu Gesheng had already washed most of the dishes on the table, Cui Ziyu put down the yellow paper and looked at Anping: "Is there any difference between the above and Mr. An's experience?"

Anping thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."

Cui Ziyu broke off a nail and turned it into a black pen with a cinnabar tip, "Then please sign it."

An Ping had just picked up the pen, and Ubi, who had been playing games with his head down, said, "The yellow paper is torn from the book of life and death. Once it is signed and pledged, if there is any deceit, the life span of the living person will be reduced. Think it over."

An Ping was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Ubi to say this, he looked at him and said, "Your Cai Wenji is going to die."

"Damn it! Do you need to say it?!"

Anping smiled and signed on the yellow paper, "Is that all right?"

"Young Master Lao An." Cui Ziyu put away the yellow paper, stood up and bowed to Mu Gesheng and Wu Biyou, "You two have been troubled a lot recently, and I greet you on behalf of the king of Hades."

"Judge Cui rarely comes to Yangjian once, so you're leaving in a hurry?" Mu Gesheng ordered the pot with his chopsticks, "I saved the white soup for you. Yeshui Zhuhua's old soup base, don't you want to try it?"

"But it's disrespectful." Cui Ziyu bowed and bowed: "It's just that there are many official documents on the desk of the lower official, and I really have no time to plead guilty."

"It's all right." Mu Gesheng said, pouring a plate of yellow throat into the white soup, "Then we'll eat it, and you can walk slowly."

"If you have time to come to Fengdu, the Department of Yinlu will sweep the couch to welcome you." Cui Ziyu sang leisurely, her figure dissipated in the mist.

Anping watched Cui Ziyu disappear, and said, "So what's going on here?"

"It's not a trivial matter for Santu to appear in the human world. The idlers in Fengdu were a little frightened, and they were in a hurry to find the reason." Mu Gesheng said, "I'm the person involved. I went to Fengdu to record a case some time ago."

"This old liar has become a master of lies. Feng is afraid of being deceived by him, so I will ask you to verify his words again." Wu Biyou manipulated Cai Wenji and made a big move, saying: "You'd better pray for him No tricks, otherwise you will be able to drink soup at the bridge of Naihe tomorrow."

"Are you an impermanent child of this generation?" Anping asked Wu Biyou, "Is Mengpo soup delicious?"

"What kind of stupid question are you asking?" Ubiyou looked at him incredulously, "How about I kill you and you can taste it yourself?"

Mu Gesheng laughed aloud when he heard it: "Mengpo soup has all kinds of flavors, with milk, sugar and chicken essence, everything is fine."

Anping: "Really?"

"Listen to his nonsense." Ubi snorted coldly.

"Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth." Mu Gesheng said leisurely: "I have died, have you ever died, my daughter?"

"I won't die until you die." Ubiyou sneered, "I'm waiting to throw your ashes into the sewer to feed the fish."

"Girl, you can't let the guests hear your words. Fish are raised in the sewers. If you don't know, you may think that Ye Shui Zhuhua uses gutter oil."

The conversation between these two people was so strange that Anping couldn't help but said, "You two..."

"Father is kind and daughter is filial." Mu Gesheng said.

Wu Biyou heard the words and threw the phone into the pot, pointed at Mu Gesheng and sneered at Anping: "Do you know what this person did?!"

"Do you know how many people he killed?!"