When eating hot pot, do you order mandarin duck pot?

When eating hot pot, do you order mandarin duck pot?

2018-07-10 / 0 comments / 7275 reading / Checking for inclusion

It's the bottom of a pot with red soup and white soup.
I was once told that in Bashu area, many experienced old people do not eat mandarin duck pot. Because Yuanyang pot is also called "Yin Yang pot". You never know what the person you're fighting with is.


When I was in college, I had a girlfriend from Chongqing, Qiao Qian. I was a Jiangsu and Zhejiang boy who didn't eat spicy food, but in order to accompany her, I ate 99 hot pot meals in four years - fortunately, I still had the choice of "mandarin duck pot". Later, my other friends in Chongqing told me that when a Chongqing person is willing to eat Yuanyang pot with you, it is a kind of accommodation that almost destroys the principle.

We were thinking of the 100th hot pot as our anniversary. But until we broke up, the number was still set at 99 forever.

The third year after graduation, I went to Chongqing on business. When I was hungry at night, I came out to look for supper. Walking along the dim street lamp for a long time, I did not see a business shop. Walking along, suddenly a spicy and delicious smell floated over, I sniffed, walked along the fragrance quickly, walked a few corners, the fragrance became more and more rich.

Around a dark alley without street lights, the hot smoke and fire came. Not far away, a hot pot shop was full of people. Bare chested men and bright Chongqing girls were chatting and laughing in the dense water vapor.

This is a "Dongzi hot pot".

It is said that in the early days of the Anti Japanese War, Jiang guangtou mobilized the people of Chongqing to carry out construction in the city, and dug out the most complicated and largest air raid shelter system in the world. After the war, the air raid shelters were too heavy to be used for daily living. However, the industrious Chongqing people have opened up their own "Dongzi hotpot", relying on the hotpot store's hotness and popularity, which has become a scene in Chongqing.

This story or Qiao shallow told me... My heart a dark, shake my head to let myself no longer think, bow to the shop to drill.

A busy shopkeeper came up and stopped me. This is a middle-aged man with greasy hands. He can't look at him, but his kung fu is not weak. He almost set up the whole store by himself.

"Why, don't you do business?" I was a little annoyed, but I asked patiently.

The shopkeeper looked me up and down: "stranger?" See me nod, he Nuogu mouth, pointed to the front of the shop table, "worship before entering."

It's a bronze sculpture the size of a palm. Different from the God of wealth and Avalokitesvara in the general store, he is a general with a horse and a sword. His eyes are very smart, and he looks at me with dignity, as if he will strike with his sword at any time.

I seem to have some doubts. The owner explained softly, "this is general bamanzi. He sets Yin and Yang and divides good and evil."

Why, don't you protect the rich? I was surprised in my heart, but it was inconvenient to ask, so I honestly worshipped the statue three times.

When I finished my obeisance, the shopkeeper seemed to be relieved. He leaned aside to get out of the way: "the shop is busy. Look at it and sit down... Be careful. After eating, go quickly."

I feel more and more strange, this is not the attitude of doing business, actually drive people away.

Frowning, I looked around the store, but I couldn't find an empty table. Can't we just put together a table? Hotpot, eating with people I don't know... I'm a little embarrassed.

Is worried, a familiar voice suddenly rang up: "achuan, come here."

I looked back and was stunned on the spot.

That smile like flowers, in the dense steam after the subtle face, is not Qiao shallow who?


Forget it, it's all in the past. Adults should be more generous. I advised myself, took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile and sat down.

"Xiaoqian, back then..."

"Don't talk nonsense. Order."

Looking at the cold expression on Qiao shallow's face, I swallowed my throat and cried subconsciously, "boss, Yuanyang pot."

As soon as the words were spoken, the shop suddenly became quiet. People seem to have heard something incredible, and have cast a look of inquiry. It was a few seconds before they turned around and continued their night.

The shopkeeper frowned and came over, looked at me, and then looked at Qiao Qian: "young man, I'd better give you a red soup... I try to put less pepper."

I was happy: "it's OK. Let's go to the mandarin duck pot. This is my... Friend. We used to eat like this

Hearing this, the shopkeeper turned the letter suspiciously and brought a mandarin duck pot. Before leaving, he told Qiao Qian, "don't make trouble. General Ba is looking at it."

Looking at the boiling pot bottom, I asked curiously, "Xiaoqian, are you Chongqing people so strange? How... "

Qiao shallow once again coldly interrupted me: "eat." Then he picked up a piece of mutton and put it into the soup.

Didn't she just eat red soup before? Although it was strange, I had been choked twice tonight. I also had some temper, so I didn't ask her. I took a piece of bacon and wanted to wash it in the soup. Unexpectedly, Qiao shallow suddenly stretched out his chopsticks and stopped me.

"Today, you eat red soup," she looked at me, her face still indifferent, "do not touch a mouthful of white soup."

I bowed my head. I don't know why, tonight, Qiao shallow's temperament is so cold that I'm afraid of it. I unconsciously did what she said.

Although the shopkeeper said he would put less pepper, my tongue seemed to be burned as soon as the chopsticks were put into my mouth. Without a few mouthfuls, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and fan the wind.

"No, it's too hot. I want white soup!" I yelled, rinsed a piece of tofu in the soup.

"No Qiao shallow suddenly held my hand, the skin touched the place to spread a cold, let me hit a shiver all over.

Her face had an expression for the first time, and her eyes were watery, almost imploring: "achuan, don't eat white soup!"

Looking at her like this, I suddenly a nameless fire - that's the expression! In those years, when I begged her not to leave me, I had the same expression to her!

I "pa" to shake off her hand, put the tofu into the mouth: "I must eat, so what!"
As soon as the dish came into my mouth, I was stunned. There is no trace of the familiar scalding taste, replaced by a cold.

I feel something is wrong and I spit out the food in my mouth subconsciously. Qiao Qian's face showed a contradictory expression mixed with pain and joy. She sat down in despair and closed her eyes.

I approached carefully to ask her what was going on, only to see her leaning back on the back of her chair, revealing her white neck covered with long hair. There is a circle of stitches on the skin which is as delicate as clotting fat. It's like... It's like it's just finished.

Suddenly, I was afraid. I turned around and left Qiao Qian. I couldn't even pay for the bill.

The shopkeeper didn't stop me. He just let out a sigh when I rushed out of the shop.


When I went back to the hotel, I went to sleep with my head covered, and only when the sun went up did I get up in pain.

I sat in bed for a long time before I remembered what happened last night. Hesitated for a moment, I took out my mobile phone and dialed the number in my memory.

"Ah Qian, last night..." I was ready to be blamed.

"Are you looking for Qiao Qian?" On the other end of the phone was an old woman voice.

"Are you her mother? Hello, aunt. I'm Qiao Qian's... College classmate. Can you give her a call

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then said hoarsely, "ah Qian... Has been dead for three years."

what? I was startled. I only saw Joe shallow last night.

Aunt Joe seemed a little surprised to hear that. I asked for the address and took a taxi to Qiao Qian's house.

Yes, Qiao Qian insisted on leaving me to go back to Chongqing, his hometown, despite my plea. However, the next day after he came back, he encountered a serious car accident. His neck was cut by a piece of iron, and his body was separated on the spot. Later, aunt Qiao finally found the best undertaker and sewed her head back to her neck. Then she held the funeral with dignity.

Hearing this, I felt a cool breath running down the back of my head. Thinking of seeing the suture on Joe's shallow neck yesterday, I trembled and asked, "Auntie, what I saw yesterday..."

Aunt Qiao seemed to be very excited. She could not help rubbing the portrait of Qiao Qian on her hand and said with tears, "that's ah Qian back. I read her for three years, and she finally came back... Where did you see her? Tell me

I recalled for a long time, just reluctantly reported the address. Aunt Qiao thought for a long time, but still shook her head.

"I've lived in Chongqing for 40 years, and I've never heard of this cave... It's Yuanyang pot..." she looked at my face for a long time, then asked slowly, "achuan, you and ah Qian... Are not ordinary students?"

"That's right. We've been with people for a while." I touched my nose, a little embarrassed.

"That's right," aunt Qiao sighed. "The old people told me a legend... The mandarin duck pot is also called Yin Yang pot. In the past, someone who missed their loved ones would find a place with heavy Yin in the middle of the night and set up a mandarin duck pot. If the person who died is also most concerned about him, he will show up to eat together. The living eat red soup and the dead eat white soup. Before eating this hot pot, the two people separated by Yin and yang can meet for a short time. I tried that year and wanted to see ah Qian again... But I didn't expect that it was you who worried about him most... "

Hearing this, my hair has been standing up. Suddenly, I thought of a terrible fact and asked, "what if... The living people ate the soup?"

"If a living man eats white soup... He has a relationship with the dead. From then on, yin and yang are not separated. There are also some people called ghost marriage She suddenly realized something and asked in surprise, "you can't be..."

When I nodded, she hesitated and said, "although from my mother's point of view, I really want to see ah Qian... But anyone who is a living couple has not lived for seven days..."

My heart has long been cold, but still forced to smile and said: "Legend... Are all groundless. What era is it now? I don't believe that. Yesterday... Maybe it was a strange dream... I'm really sorry to disturb you... "

With that, I turned and ran away from Qiao's house.


Back at the hotel, my back was soaked with sweat.

It's getting dark outside, but I can't even afford to eat. I take out my mobile phone and book the earliest ticket for tomorrow. I want to leave Chongqing immediately!

The moment the order was paid, I was relieved and collapsed on the bed. At this time, my stomach cried out. I sat up straight and decided to let the hotel deliver a dinner.

Just thinking about this, the door suddenly knocked: "Sir, your dinner."

Oh, it's a good hotel. It's very considerate of me. I praised a lot in my heart. When I opened the door, I saw a simple mandarin duck pot on the dining table pushed by the waiter.

I bristle, whole body hit a thrill: "you... How do you send this thing up?"

The waiter was puzzled, "didn't your wife call the front desk to order dinner just now?"

My wife? Sweat has been oozing from my forehead, but I can't care to wipe it. I gritted my teeth and said to the waiter, "yes, I was confused just now... Put things down, you go first..."

As soon as the waiter closed the door, I couldn't help it any more. I burst out hysterically at the empty room: "Qiao shallow! You get out of here! Now that you are dead, you should be honest in the underworld! Why are you still pestering me? "

I fell and smashed again and again, let out a vent, but got no response. I gasped to sit on the bed, just want to rest for a while, closed the door in the bathroom, suddenly heard the patter of water, there is a familiar female voice, gently humming music, seems to be in a happy bath.

This is... Joe shallow's favorite song! Looking at the faint figure in the frosted glass of the bathroom, I seem to be back in those nights when I was in the university with Qiao Qian in the small hotel outside the school

I rushed into the bathroom with my fist clenched, but I was empty - there was no one but the shower head that was spraying water.

There was a "crack" outside, as if something had broken. I went back to the table with a black face. I saw a broken porcelain spoon on the ground. There were some dishes in the soup of Yuanyang pot. A pair of chopsticks were placed beside the pot. It seemed that I had just used it.

Anger from the heart, I also no longer make trouble, a few steps to the table, into the red soup rinsed a few pieces of meat, facial expression to eat down, although hot tears streaming, but still endure the pain, yelled: "mandarin duck pot also eat, now you are satisfied? What else do you want? "

It seemed to stop, and then until I went to sleep, nothing abnormal happened.

At night, I was sleepy, but my nose was itchy, as if someone was scratching me with his hair.

"Don't make any noise!" I waved discontentedly, passed a wisp of hair on my fingertips, then woke up suddenly and sat up. A string of silver bell like laughter gradually away - that direction, but the windowsill on the 18th floor!

Now, where do I dare to sleep? Turn on the mobile phone to call up a song "great sorrow mantra", the single cycle to the morning.

Qiao Qian... This is really following me.

With a bitter smile, I took a taxi and planned to go to the Dongzi hotpot the day before yesterday.


Chongqing in the morning, there are no people on the street. This leisurely city of slow life gives people a special sense of comfort.

But I was not in the mood to enjoy these. As soon as I got out of the car, I ran towards the hole and blocked the shopkeeper at the door.

The shopkeeper had just finished changing his clothes, locked the door of the hot pot shop, and was respectfully inviting the statue from the altar. It seemed that it was just closing. I stepped over and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

I have also looked up the story of general bamanzi. It is said that he was a general of the state of BA in the Zhou Dynasty. He was loyal and trustworthy, and was loved by the people. After his death, he was worshipped by the people in Bashu area. This is also a local belief.

The rising sun, a ray of morning light fell on the blade of the statue, reflecting a sharp light, straight into my eyes. Subconsciously, I reached out to block the light. Suddenly, I felt the palm of my hand was hot, and my whole body was relaxed. It seemed that there was something to be taken off. A faint scream came from my ear and went away quickly.

The shopkeeper also seems to have noticed, look back to see me in situ, smile: "cause trouble?"

In this situation, I seem to have grasped a straw to save my life, and repeatedly prayed: "boss, please help me!"

The owner did not answer, but wrapped the statue in red cloth and carefully put it into the bag. Then he waved his hand: "follow me."

I followed the owner a long way into a teahouse in an alley. It seems that the teahouse has just opened, and an old man with white hair is wiping the tea bowl.

The shopkeeper seemed to be familiar with the road and found a seat by the window: "a cup of old tea."

Maybe there was no business in the morning. The old man brought tea and didn't leave. He sat on the side and looked at me twice: "young man, the girl... Had an accident the day before yesterday?"

I was stunned and looked at it carefully for a long time before I suddenly remembered that the old man was sitting next door and eating hot pot with a group of old men in the hotpot shop that night.

Facing the shopkeeper and the old man, I told him about Qiao Qian.

The shopkeeper frowned: "young man, if you want me to tell you this, it's no wonder other people," he took a sip of tea, "you've worshipped the statue of general Ba, and you don't dare to do anything about it. But the mandarin duck pot, but you yourself take the initiative, also ignore the advice to eat yourself... What is self eating bitter fruit? That's it

I wryly smile: "boss, don't make fun of me... If you dare to open such a shop, you must also have the ability to show me the way."

The owner shook his head. "What can I do? This cave is open every night and closes in the morning. It's either a fairy or a witch. It depends on general ba. On that day, I saw that you ordered the mandarin duck pot and became familiar with the ghost girl on the other side. When you were a dragon crossing the river from other places, you came to the mountain city to do something... I can't believe that you are a child! "

I looked at the old man again with a pleading look: "Sir, if you can eat in the cave, surely you are not an ordinary person?"

Before the old man said anything, the shopkeeper already sneered: "he? However, with a bowl of Requiem tea, both the upper and lower levels of the mountain city, regardless of yin and Yang, give him some face. He will not live for a few years. "

The old man was not angry, laughing, as if he was not being ridiculed in general.

The shopkeeper sighed: "just now you borrowed general BA's spirit to drive away the things on your body for a while, but she will certainly come back tonight... If you eat the mandarin duck pot, general Ba can't take care of this matter... If you want me to say, take advantage of these days, you can do all the things that should be done. At the bottom, you are welcome to take care of my business again! "

Is it really hopeless? I lowered my head and was silent. In despair, the old man suddenly brought me a bowl of tea.

"Don't worry, the boat will go straight to the bridge. Young man, after drinking this bowl of soul tea, you can replenish your essence. Otherwise, you will be tired to death before you wait for the unjust soul to claim his life. "

Tea a taste, the faint aroma refreshing, I did not sleep in the fatigue of a sudden drive clean.

"This evening, you give Dongzi Zhang a hand, and stay there... The mountain city is very good. He is a hot pot, and you are afraid that you can't find an expert to help you there?"

That's right! Listening to the old man say that, I suddenly have hope. Yes, you need to tie the bell person to get rid of the problem. Maybe you can solve the problem in Dongzi hotpot!


I thought I had graduated from a famous university at least, but I didn't expect to help boss Zhang. On the contrary, it reduced his efficiency and was driven to one side in dismay.

Sitting at the door of the store, I brush my microblog with boredom, watching the sky getting dark, and Mr. Zhang tidies up the materials.

"What are you doing?" A fragrant wind came and a soft voice came from behind my ears.

"Brush micro..." words just out, I suddenly froze, cold sweat dripping from the forehead, carefully twist the head, with the rest of the corner of the eye glimpsed behind the beautiful shadow.

I jumped up and hid behind boss Zhang. I shivered and pointed to the direction: "Qiao... Qiao Qian..."

Boss Zhang put down his vegetables and wiped his hands with his apron: "I don't care what kind of grudges you have. General BA's territory has no taboos."

Qiao Qian showed a face from the darkness, with tears of grievance: "achuan... I have never forced you to do anything... I can't blame me..."

I couldn't help shouting at her, "then you go! Just go for my good

Boss Zhang couldn't seem to see it. He pulled me out of his back: "the law of heaven circulates, and she can't be the master... Can you be a little bit responsible as a man?"

He took out a mandarin duck pot and put it on the table with a bang: "you talk first. I'll keep busy. Don't forget to check out later. "

I sat down timidly and watched Qiao Qian come out of the night and sit opposite me with elegant steps.

"Achuan, don't be afraid... I won't hurt you." Qiao said in a low voice. He picked up his chopsticks and rinsed a piece of yellow throat in the red soup. Then he filtered the tea and sent it to my bowl.

The scene in front of me made me a little trance. I remember the first time I went out to eat hot pot with Qiao Qian. I tried my best to eat red soup. As a result, it was half hot. In order to let me taste the original Chongqing hot pot, Qiao Qian would heat the dishes in the red soup and then put them in the white water. And yellow throat is also my favorite dish

This familiar scene has diluted my fear a lot. I picked up the piece of yellow throat and ate it. After hesitating for a few seconds, I picked up a piece of mutton and rinsed it in the white soup and put it in her bowl.

"I used to eat white soup and you ate red soup... But now it's the opposite." I tried to squeeze out an ugly smile.

Qiao shallow did not eat, bow his head to shed tears: "achuan... How are you these years?"

"No," I shook my head. "When you insisted on going, I was depressed for a while. I missed the school recruitment season and finally got a job. It took me three years to get back on track. Now you've ruined me again. "

"I'm sorry," choked Qiao Qian. "My mother must have forced me to come back, even said that I would commit suicide if I didn't go home... I had no way to..."

"All right," I interrupted, looking her in the eyes sincerely. "Now that it's over, can't we let go of each other? Can you spare me? "

Joe shook his head and said, "I can't help it... I'm limited to you now. I can't leave you... You'll also slowly be sucked away by me... This can't be changed."

"What a big thing I should do, it turns out to be a yin and Yang button." A sharp voice broke out.

I looked back and saw a woman with heavy make-up sitting on one side with her legs up, smoking an old-fashioned cigarette gun and squinting at us. Beside her stood several old men, one of whom was the one in the teahouse.

The old man in the teahouse laughed at me, pointed to his wife and said, "this is granny Yan of Guanyinqiao. She is very familiar with red and white affairs. If you want to say who has a way to untie the Yin and Yang buttons in mountain city, she is the only one

Granny Yan snorted, "now you know how to compliment me? What did you do 50 years ago? "

The old man in the teahouse laughed awkwardly: "Shufen, outsiders are here. Don't mention things when we were young... We are all old. Why do we say this..."

Granny Yan gave him a look: "OK, let's go and reminisce about the past time with your dead ghosts. I'll take this matter."

The old man of the teahouse waved to me and sat aside with other old men.

I made a bow to my wife: "this... Granny Yan, can you really help me?"

"He praised Haikou to me, I can't do it," said Grandma Yan, looking at the direction of several old men. "Really, I'd rather accompany these dead ghosts every night than sit down with me..."

"Death?" I think it's a bit awkward. Isn't it usually used to be coquettish to her husband

Granny Yan seemed to see what I was thinking and sneered: "those are his old comrades in arms, but now they can only meet in this cave every night... I call them dead ghosts. Don't try to be crooked, literally."

I pondered this sentence for a moment. I was so scared that I didn't dare to ask again. I drew back in the opposite direction of the old men.

Granny Yan took a look at Qiao Qian and knocked on the cigarette gun: "it's hard to say that it's hard to say it's difficult, it's easy to say it's simple..."


At least I had been in the workplace for a few years. Hearing the sound of the strings, I knew the elegance. I took out all the cash in my pocket and handed it to me: "look, grandma Yan, where do you think this should start?"

Granny Yan counted the banknotes, laughed with satisfaction, and sat up straight: "there are two ways to untie the Yin and Yang buttons. One of them is the method that I once heard... In early years, there was a girl in Chengdu who became a widow after a month's marriage. She missed her husband and became ill, so she invited a Yin Yang pot... But later, she regretted it, and entrusted her to Wuhou Temple to solve the problem... "

As soon as I heard it, my spirit came to me. Who knows the name of the Marquis of Zhuge? This method must be reliable!

"Find a territory with all kinds of gossip and put on a hot pot. The so-called "fighting poison with poison... Guess what kind of pot is going to be put this time?" Speaking of this, Granny Yan actually sold the key.

I thought for a moment: "Marquis Wu... Bagua... Is it..."

"Yes When grandma Yan patted her thigh, "the bottom of the pot is called Jiugongge!"

I smell speech a Leng, can't help looking around, on this shop, at least seven or eight nine palace lattice is burning. Just... So simple?

Granny Yan continued: "of course, the nine palace grid is not so simple. First of all, the bottom of the pot has to use snake bones, tiger tendons, and leopard fetuses. When cooking, you have to get together nine experts who have the ability to tell Luo Gu, Jidu and other Jiuyao Xingjun... "

"Stop and stop..." I interrupted her, "God nagging, refining the elixir? How can I get all this together? "

"Or what do you think?" Granny Yan glared at me, "this is robbing people from the king of hell..."

Qiao shallow murmured: "achuan, my family still has some savings, otherwise..."

I waved my hand: "I've been to your house, and I know your mother doesn't have much money. Besides, the tens of thousands of Yuan won't do any good... Grandma Yan, you'd better talk about this second way?"

At this time, Granny Yan suddenly stopped talking and seemed to be hesitant. It took a long time to squeeze a few words out of her teeth: "second, since the opposite of yin and Yang will harm your life, it's just the unification of yin and Yang..."

I almost couldn't resist scolding: "what do you mean? Is that what you want me to be? "

Qiao Qian seemed to understand something: "achuan, Granny Yan means... Let me... Return to the sun..."

what? The fright I got tonight doesn't add up to that. Qiao Qian has been dead for three years. His ashes are still buried in the cemetery. How can he return to the sun?

Granny Yan narrowed her eyes, as if with some dangerous light: "have you ever heard of... Returning a soul with a corpse?"

I hesitated for a while, but finally I couldn't resist the temptation and asked tentatively: "you mean to find a corpse that has just died, let ah Qian..."

"No, the corpse can't do it. It has to be a lively young girl, and she has to trust you very much and be willing to get into the trap..." as soon as grandma Yan's voice dropped, she smoked again and did not speak.

Trust me... Young girl? Where are you going to look for it in a moment and a half? I can't help but worry.

"Ding Dong" mobile phone suddenly came a wechat. I picked it up and looked at it. I was stunned.

"Schoolmaster, I've got a free ticket to Chongqing, and I'm going to travel tomorrow. I heard that you are in Chongqing, would you like to have a meal together? " Signing is a brilliant smile.

I took a deep breath and looked at granny Yan and poor Qiao Qian. I couldn't help struggling.

"You're only five days old." Granny Yan reminded me coldly.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I made up my mind and replied to her, "that's it, Xuemei!"

After typing these words, I was all wet and collapsed on the chair.


"Schoolmaster, so mysterious, what kind of good food do you want to take me to eat?"

Gu Liang followed me cleverly. Seeing that I had been calm and silent, he carefully pulled the corner of my clothes.

I did not move to the side of the body - because I really do not know how to use the expression to face Xuemei. I admit I'm not a good man, but I can't put a man who trusts me into the abyss with a smile.

"There we are... This is the most authentic Dongzi hotpot in Chongqing. I found it very hard."

"Hee hee," even with my back to her, I can hear Gu Liang's voice with a smile, "I believe that the store the student is looking for must be super delicious, and the student is the most reliable one!"

At the door of the hot pot shop, boss Zhang noticed me, put down his work and looked at Gu Liang with a frown: "achuan, who is this?"

My heart "cluttered" for a moment - not good, was seen by boss Zhang!

According to granny Yan, only here is Fengshui the best and suitable for handling affairs, so boss Zhang's hotpot shop will be opened here. But what we are about to do is still to hurt the innocent. It is not clear whether general Ba will agree. In order to avoid making trouble out of the ordinary, he simply cooked the raw rice into mature rice without telling boss Zhang.

I was sweating on my forehead and stammered, "this is my... Friend, coming from other places."

I didn't expect boss Zhang to wave his hand: "since it's a foreign gentleman, don't pay homage to general ba... The way is different, it's not good to collide."

I took Gu Liang into the store with a muddle in my head. Then I suddenly reacted. Boss Zhang thought Gu Liang was the feng shui master I invited to solve the problem!

Sitting down with Gu Liang, I squint at one side with the rest of the corner of my eye. Grandma Yan and the old man of the teahouse sat at the next table and nodded to me quietly.

Before I could speak, Gu Liang opened his mouth: "schoolmaster, I can't believe there is a hotpot shop. Business is still so good at midnight... I thought you were looking for an excuse to delay time..."

"Delay time?" I was stunned, "how can you delay your return in the evening, unless..."

Speaking of this, I consciously dropped my words and shut my mouth in embarrassment, only to see Gu Liang's face flushed and his head lowered.

When the hot pot came up, I quickly pointed to the dishes to ease the atmosphere: "well, try the most authentic Chongqing hot pot... I know you don't like spicy food, so I ordered this kind of pot bottom."

The hot pot in front of me looks like two concentric circles. The big circle is full of red soup, but in a small ring in the middle, there is a small piece of white soup. This kind of pot bottom is also called "Yuanyang pot" by some layman's hotpot shops, but the most correct name is "Zi Mu Guo".

Yes, this is what grandma Yan said to solve the problem. If we say that eating the Yuanyang pot will lead to "double survival and double flight", then eating the child and mother pot is "you have me".

Gu Liang swallows saliva, pick up a piece of tofu to rinse, I quickly stopped her: "don't worry... I have someone to introduce to you."

Qiao Qian came out of the dark and sat down opposite Gu Liang. He gave her a sorry smile: "Hello, my name is Qiao Qian... It's achuan's... Girlfriend."

Gu Liang's eyes suddenly changed. The bean curd caught on the chopsticks accidentally fell on the table. She hurriedly went to clip it and was stopped by me first: "it's OK. It's OK to drop it."

Gu Liang raised his head and forced out a disappointed smile: "sister, you are so beautiful... You are a good match with the elder..."

Qiao Qian seemed to see something from Gu Liang's smile and turned his head and glared at me: "thank you for your praise... I'm a local. You're a guest from far away. Have a good taste of Chongqing food..."

She rinsed two pieces of meat in the soup and gave them to Gu Liang and herself respectively. I was forced to rinse dishes in the red soup and eat quietly.

Seeing Gu Liang eat the dish, Qiao Qian suddenly stood up and bowed to Gu Liang: "little sister, I'm sorry... Later... Please give me more advice."

Gu Liang seemed to have figured out something. He suddenly poured himself a full glass of beer. He drank it up with his head up. He said to us in a loud voice, "I wish you all the best... Don't give me any advice. I don't want to disturb you..."

She also stood up, rubbed her eyes and went out: "sorry, I'm a little urgent... Go back first... Elder sister, take good care of the senior student for me..."

Looking at her far away back, I smile bitterly. Silly girl, what you and Joe said is not the same thing at all.

Granny Yan nodded solemnly. Qiao sighed and drifted to the direction where Gu Liang disappeared.


This night, although there was no Qiao shallow in, but I still did not sleep well, worried about whether things were going well all night.

Until the morning, I received a call from Gu Liang.

"Xuemei... What do you want from me..."

"Achuan, it's me..." although Gu Liang's voice is still there, it gives me a completely different feeling. "It's successful. I'll go to see you right away."

Hotel lobby, I met Gu Liang... Or Qiao Qian.

Qiao shallow love to wear a long skirt on always sportswear Gu Liang body, let me feel a little disobedient, but also brought a strange sense of familiarity. I couldn't believe it. I asked tentatively, "are you?"

With a gentle smile, she lifted her sideburns for me: "come home with me once... I haven't seen my mother for three years."

succeed! My life was saved, and Joe shallow came back to me!

On the way to Qiao's house, I couldn't help asking Qiao Qian: "now... What do you feel?"

Qiao said with a smile: "very good... Although it is not in harmony with this picture, I am satisfied with it... And Gu Liang's memory is also in my mind, so I can deal with her family and friends in the future... But in order to avoid any flaws, I'd better cut off contact with them slowly..."

"So... Is Gu Liang already..." I asked.

"She's not dead yet," Joe sighed. "She's in this body, but she's lost control of her body. What I saw and heard, she could feel completely that she would watch me live in her identity and communicate with her relatives and friends, but she could do nothing about everything... "

When we met aunt Joe, she looked at us suspiciously. Qiao Qian stepped forward, pulled her aside, and said something only mother and daughter knew. After a while, they hugged and wept.

Aunt Qiao wiped her tears with one hand and held on to Qiao Qian tightly with the other hand: "shallow, you finally come back... My mother wants to die of you... I was not good at that time. If I didn't force you to come back, you wouldn't be... I can't help it. Your father died early. I really can't leave you. You go to university for several years, and I'm going crazy..."

Qiao shallow choked and comforted his mother: "it's OK, mom, I don't blame you, don't you think I'm back..."

I didn't speak. I just sat quietly and let them enjoy their reunion. When the night was getting dark and their mood was stable, they began to say, "Auntie, ah Qian has to go back with me in a few days... After all, she uses other people's bodies. In order to avoid doubt, she has to go back for several years. When the wind has gone, we will go back to Chongqing or pick you up. It's easy to say..."

"Good, good..." aunt Qiao nodded. "Just remember to come back. I won't interfere with you any more..."

"Shallow," I stood up, "you continue to accompany aunt, I go to Dongzi hot pot... Thanks to granny Yan, I have to thank you very much."


When entering the store, boss Zhang just glanced at me and didn't talk to me. I was a little strange, but in the end I was guilty, and I didn't dare to ask him. I just went straight to grandma Yan.

She and the old man of the teahouse had been sitting for a long time, and they repeatedly called me over. The table was full of rich dishes.

"Is it done?" Granny Yan smiles triumphantly.

"It's done. It's easy." I gave her a thumbs up and picked up the glass. "Here's to you!"

Then I held up the cup to the old man in the teahouse: "uncle, thanks to you this time... I met you by chance, but you helped me so much without asking for return. I did it without saying anything!"

The old man in the teahouse seemed to be a little embarrassed. He turned his side slightly and didn't take my cup: "old man, I can't say that I don't ask for reward..."

Oh, how do you say that? I was a little curious. Before I could ask, the phone rang.

"Achuan, you don't have a good stomach. Drink less wine at night, OK?"

"Don't worry, ah shallow, I have a few..." hung up the phone, I apologized to everyone with a smile, "you see, just came back to take care of me, the future of ah, bitter..."

Here, boss Zhang brought up a hot pot: "well, I'm afraid you have psychological shadow on the Yuanyang pot, so I've changed it into a mother and son pot... Don't worry about it!"

"I didn't say that. You're righteous!" I laughed and rinsed the meat in the soup. "I haven't had a good meal these days. I can have a good meal today..."

When I was half drunk, I asked a question that troubled me for a long time: "you said, I came to have a meal, how did I meet Qiao Qian so coincidentally?"

Granny Yan laughed and pointed to the furnishings in the store: "young man, you can see the arrangement of the tables, chairs and benches. It's a geomantic array. I set it up by myself... It's a special attraction for people who are concerned about but separated by Yin and yang to meet each other... You and that girl will come here because of destiny..."

I was excited: "this... Granny Yan, what are you doing with this array?"

The old man of the teahouse sighed: "it's not for me... I, I had a tumor in my brain a few days ago, and I would die at any time... Shufen, afraid that I would lose my soul, set up this array specially to ensure that we can meet again in the future..."

I asked curiously, "Granny Yan, you are so clever that you didn't calculate the day when you will pass away?"

As soon as I spoke, I suddenly realized that something was wrong and I wanted to slap myself. How could I ask someone who died in person?

Unexpectedly, Granny Yan didn't think so: "why didn't you calculate it? On the third day of June. "

I turned out the calendar on my mobile phone and looked at it, but I was stunned on the spot.

Today, it is the fourth day of June.

I shivered and subconsciously looked under the table - under the old teahouse chair, empty and legless.

Seeing that I found it, he sighed, "yes, young man, I'm dead."

I don't know what to say. I racked my brains to think about how to avoid embarrassment, but I heard grandma Yan say something that shocked me.

"Thank you, young man. I didn't know whether it could be done or not. If you helped me with this practice, I would be sure..."

Hearing this, I suddenly had an ominous premonition.

I stood up with a strong smile: "what, two... My girlfriend is in strict control, I have to go back soon..."

Just about to take a step, but suddenly feel dizzy.

Granny Yan gave me a smile and showed her big teeth inlaid with gold: "young man, is this mother pot delicious?"

The old man of the teahouse sighed and said "sorry" to me, and came to me.

I rushed to the door of the store and yelled: "boss Zhang, help! General Ba, come here

But what I saw was that boss Zhang wrapped the statue of general BA with a red cloth, and then gave me a cold look.

They are... In a group

Without the protection of the statue, the old man of the teahouse didn't hesitate any more and rushed at me


Who am I?

By the way, I'm achuan. Hahaha, from today on, I am achuan!

A young and strong body is good

Shufen looked at me with concern: "how about it?"

"At ease!" I smile, picked up her smoking gun, "memory is almost inherited."

Lao Zhang wiped his hands and came over: "so, is this method feasible? In the future, the three of us will be able to live forever by this "golden cicada shelling" strategy

"OK, pack up your things, don't be seen by outsiders..." I took out my mobile phone in my pocket and operated it awkwardly, "I'll fool with this little girl for a while first... Shufen, you can calculate how many days you have, and I'll bring her back when it's time..."

"Ah Qian, I'm achuan... Let's leave Chongqing tomorrow..."


(the story in this article is purely fictional and reproduced in Zhihu)


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