Who has the original text of Mr. Mo Bosang's novel Family?

The local train to Neuilly has passed Mayo Gate and is heading for the Seine along the boulevard. The car pulls a carriage and whistles to drive away cars and pedestrians in the way. It sprays steam directly, like a person running fast, out of breath and panting. There is a fast-paced sound in its piston, like the iron leg of a train running. A sultry summer night hangs over the street. Although there is no wind, white dust like chalk dust rises on the road, which is thick, choking and hot, and still adheres to people's skin, confusing people's eyes and even entering people's internal organs.

Residents come out to get some air at the door of every household.

The window of the car was wide open, the speed was fast, and the curtains fluttered in the high wind. There are few passengers in the carriage. Because of the sultry weather, most passengers like to stay on the top floor and the platform outside the carriage. Some passengers are fat ladies in tacky clothes, belonging to ordinary citizens living in the suburbs. They put on airs to replace their inelegance. Other passengers are civil servants who are tired of office life. As a result of working at their desks for a long time, their faces are sallow, their backs are hunched and their shoulders are high and low. Their sad and haggard faces show that they are old and young, with heavy burdens and financial difficulties; It also shows that their early hopes have been completely shattered and now they have joined the ranks of the poor in rags. They settled in a field on the edge of Paris, used it as a garbage dump, lived in a shabby house painted with white ash, a flower bed at the door and even their own garden. Of course, they scrimped and saved, and lived a tight life.

Next to the car door, sat a short and chubby man. His cheeks are swollen and his abdomen is heavy, hanging straight to the place where his legs are separated. Dressed in black and wearing a medal belt, he is chatting with a lanky man. The man was unkempt, wearing a dirty white twill suit and an old Panama hat. The stout man speaks slowly and sometimes stutters. He is Mr Caravan, secretary of the Admiralty. This tall and thin man used to be a military doctor on a merchant ship, and later settled near Wayuan Square in Gourbaud. He used his little medical knowledge of wandering all his life to treat the local poor. His surname is Chennai and he is called "Doctor". There are many rumors about his character in the local area.

Mr. Caraven has been leading a civil servant's disciplined life. For thirty years, he went to the office every morning, took the same road, met the same group of office workers at the same time and place, got off work at night, or took the same road and met the same group of aging faces.

Every morning, at the street corner of San Honnore minefield, he spent a sou to buy a newspaper and two buns, and then walked into the Ministry building, looking like a criminal who turned himself in. He hurried to the office, always worried that he would be scolded for his negligence.

His monotonous life has never changed, because he doesn't care about anything except promotion and bonus except office affairs. Once upon a time, he didn't care about the dowry and married the daughter of a colleague. For a long time, whether in the Ministry or at home, he only talked about business. His little brain has already shrunk in the boring daily affairs in the office, and now he has no other plans, hopes and dreams except those related to the Ministry. However, although he is satisfied with his career as a civil servant, he is always mixed with a disappointing bitterness. That's because some naval quartermasters have white stripes on their uniforms and are called "white blacksmiths". Based on this, they became deputy section chief or section chief as soon as they were transferred to the Ministry. For this, he and his wife are indignant. Every day at dinner, he would talk about it and cite various reasons to prove that it was extremely unfair to give the office in Paris to those who should have set sail at sea, no matter from which angle.

Youth is fleeting, and before you know it, he is old. In his early years, since he left school, he went directly to the yamen. He was a superintendent who trembled at the sight of him at school, and was later replaced by his frightened boss. As soon as he walked to the door of those office tyrants, he trembled all over. Because he has been in this state of fear for a long time, he has formed obscene and ridiculous behavior habits. He is embarrassed and humble when he sees people, and he stutters nervously.

He knows little about Paris, just like the blind man who is led by a dog to beg under the same roof every day. He also read some social news and erotic news from a small newspaper in Suzhou, but thought it was pure fabrication and was for the entertainment of small staff. He has always been law-abiding and a conservative with no clear views, but he still has a strong hatred for "new things". He skipped all the political news in the newspaper. Then again, however, when that tabloid reports in this respect, it always distorts the facts for the needs of a buyer. Every evening, he walks home along the Champs Elysé es, watching the bustling pedestrians and the endless stream of cars and horses. He looks like a foreign tourist from a distant country.

This year, Mr. Caraven's 30-year service period expires. 1 month 1 day, for which he won a medal of honor. It should be noted that in this militarized institution, those document slaves who are tied to the green file will get such a reward after a long and bitter hard labor, that is, "wholehearted service." This unexpected honor made him sit up and take notice of his talent and have a higher evaluation. At the same time, it completely changed his daily habits. From then on, he no longer wore mottled trousers and nondescript jackets, but changed into black dresses and trousers, which coordinated with the wide ribbon of the medal and brought out the best in each other. At the same time, he shaves every morning, manicures his nails carefully and changes his shirt every other day. In a word, in the blink of an eye, Caraven is like a different person, dressed neatly, swaggering but modest, all out of respect for the national "order group" and out of a reasonable group spirit. You know, he himself is a member of this group!

He always likes talking about "my medal" at home. He is so arrogant that he can't even tolerate others hanging any other medals on the buttonhole. Seeing foreign medals, he was even more furious. He believes: "They should not be allowed to wear it in France at all." He is particularly disgusted with Chennai, the "doctor" he meets on the small train every evening. This man always wears a medal ribbon, which is white, blue, yellow, yellow and green. Can't say what it is.

From the Arc de Triomphe to Nye, they both talked about the same topic. On this day, as usual, they first talked about all kinds of disadvantages in this respect. They both hate all this, but the district chief turns a blind eye to them. Then, Carla hopes to turn the topic to the disease. It is natural to follow the doctor. He expects to get some wisdom and advice for free in the chat. As long as there is no trace, his clever question may be tantamount to getting a diagnosis. Besides, he has been worried about his mother's health recently. She often fainted and it took a long time to wake up. She is 90 years old and refuses to see a doctor.

When mother is old, Caraven will get emotional when she talks about it. He repeatedly said to Dr. Chennai, "Can you often see people with such a long life?" He rubbed his hands happily as he spoke. This is not necessarily because he wants his old mother to live in the world forever, but because her mother lives long, which is also a sign of his longevity.

He went on to say, "Haha, everyone in our family lives a long life, so I will definitely live a long life if there is no accident."

The old health worker cast a pity glance at his partner around him, and then looked at the other person's red face, chubby neck, big belly hanging on his thigh, and his round figure was prone to stroke. Then he lifted the Panama straw hat that was buckled on his head, smiled hey, and replied, "Dude, not really. Your mother is thin and thin, but you are as fat as a ball. " Carla looked embarrassed and said nothing.

At this time, the small train arrived at the station. Two companions got off the bus. Mr Chennai suggested going to the Global Cafe opposite their usual place and treating Caraven to a glass of absinthe. The boss knows them well. He put two fingers on the bottle on the counter. They shook hands, and then went to see the three friends who had been playing dominoes there since noon. Everyone warmly greeted each other, and it was inevitable to ask "what's the news?" Then, the fans continued to play cards. When they left, they didn't look up, just held out their hands. They shook hands and went home for dinner.

Caraven lives in a three-story building near Gourbaud tile square and runs a barber shop downstairs.

His family has two bedrooms, a dining room, a kitchen, and several repaired chairs have to be moved around several rooms as needed. Mrs Caraven spends almost all her time cleaning the room. /kloc-Maria Luise, a 0/2-year-old daughter, and Philip August, a 9-year-old son, play with the urchin in this block in the mud pit on the street all day.

Caravan's mother was placed upstairs. She is notoriously stingy and lean in this area, so some people say that God has applied the principle of his old man's own careful calculation to her. She has a bad temper, and not a day goes by without quarreling with others and breaking into a furious rage. She cursed the neighbor standing in front of her house from the window, cursed the vegetable seller, cursed the street sweeper and cursed the children. In order to get revenge, the children followed her at a distance when she went out, shouting loudly, "old goblin, old goblin!" "

The family hired a maid to do housework. She is a little Norman and very careless. She sleeps on the third floor, next to the old lady, in case anything happens to her.

When Caraven came home, his neat wife was wiping the mahogany chairs scattered in the empty room with a piece of flannel. She always wears gloves, a cap with colorful ribbons on her head, which sometimes slips into one ear. She always waxes, rubs, washes and brushes. Whenever she is caught by someone, she always says, "I am not rich, my home furnishings are simple, and my luxury is clean, which is no less than other kinds of luxury."

She is naturally pragmatic and opinionated, giving orders to her husband on big and small issues. Every night, first at the dinner table, then in bed, the husband and wife will talk endlessly about the office. Although the husband is twenty years older than his wife, he tells her everything, just like confessing to a priest, and he must follow her advice.

Mrs Caraven was never pretty. She used to be short and thin, but now she is even uglier. And because she can't dress up. If she dresses appropriately, her limited femininity can also be subtly highlighted, but now she is out of sight by her own misconduct. Her skirt always twists to one side. She also loves to scratch around her body, which has become a quirk no matter where or where. At home, she usually wears a soft hat with a bunch of ribbons on it. She thinks it's the only dress that suits her. She thinks it's beautiful.

As soon as she saw her husband coming back, she immediately stood up, kissed him on the cheek and said, "Honey, do you still want to go to Potam Department Store?" He promised his wife to do something for her in that shop. This is the fourth time that he has forgotten all about it. When his wife asked him, he fell down on the chair in fright. He said, "What a pity. I've been thinking all day, but it's no use. I forgot it after a long time. " Seeing that he was really sad, his wife comforted him: "Just don't forget tomorrow. Why, there is no news from the Ministry? "

"How can there be no? Another white blacksmith was appointed as the deputy section chief. "

His wife's expression suddenly became solemn: "Which subject is it?" "Foreign Procurement Section."

The wife immediately became angry: "So, it is going to replace Ramon's position?" This is exactly the position I want you to get. What about Raymond? Is he retired? "

Caraven replied awkwardly, "He retired."

The wife flew into a rage and the soft hat on her head slipped onto her shoulder. She said angrily, "it's over. Look, this hellhole is hopeless now. What's your quartermaster's surname? "

"Bonasso."

She picked up the naval yearbook stored at hand, checked it, and then read: "Bonasso. Colonel. -Born in 185 1 year. —— 187 1 year is a trainee quartermaster, 1875 is an assistant quartermaster. "

"Has he been abroad?"

Carla looked at this question, and her anger disappeared, and a smile suddenly appeared, reaching her heart. He replied, "Just like Balaam, exactly like his boss Balaam." Then, he burst into laughter and told a joke that everyone in his department thought was wonderful: "Send them to inspect the Dawn Military Port and never take the water. Even if they take a small steamboat, they will get seasick. "

But the wife still keeps a straight face and seems to turn a deaf ear to this joke. After a while, she scratched her chin slowly and murmured, "I wish I knew a congressman." Once parliament knows what happened in the Ministry, the minister will have to step down ... "

A voice from the stairs interrupted her. Maria Luise and Philip August came back from the mud pit in the street. Every time my brother and sister by going up one flight of stairs ask you to slap me in the face and I will kick you. Mother was so angry that she rushed over, grabbed their arms, shook them hard and pushed them into the house.

The two children jumped on their father as soon as they saw him. Father embraced them lovingly and kissed them. Then, he sat them on his lap and chatted with them.

Philip August is an ugly boy with fluffy hair, like a pile of grass, dirty from head to toe, and a stupid face. Maria Luise looks like her mother and talks like her mother. She likes to repeat her words and even imitate her gestures. The little girl also asked, "Is there any news from the Ministry?" Father replied happily, "Girl, your friend Ramon, the gentleman who comes to dinner every month, will leave us soon, and a new deputy section chief will take his place." The little girl looked up at her father and said in a sympathetic tone of precocious children, "So, another man climbed on your back."

Father put away his smile and made no answer. Then he changed the subject and asked his wife who was cleaning the window:

"Is mom upstairs?"

Mrs. Caraven stopped, turned around, straightened the soft hat that slipped off her back, and said with trembling lips, "Hum! All right, let's talk about your mother. She really gave me a good look! Think about it. The barber's wife, Mrs. Lebodan, came upstairs and borrowed a bag of starch from me. It happened that I was out at that time, and your mother called the family beggars and drove them away. When I came back, I taught the old woman a good lesson. As usual, when people talk about her shortcomings, she plays dumb. Actually, she's not necessarily deaf than me, is she? She's pretending. I have a basis for saying this. She didn't say anything at that time, and immediately went upstairs to her room in a rage. "

Caraven was embarrassed and silent. At this time, the maid came to inform that the meal was ready. So Caraven picked up the broom handle hidden in the corner, stabbed it on the ceiling three times, and informed his mother to go downstairs for dinner. Then, everyone came to the restaurant. Mrs Caraven divided the soup and waited for the old lady to come down. However, when the soup was cold and it didn't come down, they had to eat it slowly first. Everyone finished the soup and they waited. When Mrs Caraven was impatient, she really got angry. She took it out on her husband: "You see, she is mean, but you are always partial to her." Caraven is in a dilemma. There was no way, so he asked Maria Luise to ask his grandmother, while he sat there with his eyes down. On the other hand, his wife kept banging on one end of the glass with the tip of a knife.

The door suddenly opened and only the little girl ran back alone. She looked pale and panicked and said, "grandma fell to the ground!" " "

Carla jumped up, threw her napkin on the table and ran out. His footsteps sounded on the stairs. His wife decided that her mother-in-law was playing tricks, shrugged her shoulders contemptuously and followed slowly upstairs.

The old lady was lying flat in the middle of the room. The son turned her body over and saw that her face was unconscious and expressionless, her skin was yellow and wrinkled, her eyes were closed, her teeth were clenched, she was motionless, and her thin body was stiff.

Caraven knelt beside her and sobbed, "My poor mother! My poor mother! "

However, his wife studied it carefully for a while and said confidently, "Come on, it's nothing. She fainted again. Needless to say, I just don't want us to eat together! "

The couple carried the old lady to the bed, took off her clothes and massaged her with the maid. After a long time, she still didn't wake up So they sent their maid Rosalie to invite Dr. Chennai. He lives by the river near Suellen, which is far from here. He waited a long time to arrive. He checked, felt his pulse, patted the old lady and loudly announced, "People are dying!" " "

Caraven threw herself on her mother, trembling with tears. He tried to kiss his mother's stiff face, and big tears rained down on the dead man's face.

Mrs Caraven's grief is moderate and appropriate. She stood behind her husband, sobbing softly and rubbing her eyes with her hands.

Caraven's face is swollen even more, and her sparse hair is all messed up. His sadness made his face look ugly. He suddenly stood up and said, "Really … doctor, are you sure … are you absolutely sure?" ? ……"

The hygienist hurried over and fiddled with the body with the expert's skillful movements, just like a peddler boasting about his goods, and said, "All right, man, look at these eyes." He opened the old woman's eyelids, and the eyes exposed under his fingers looked unchanged, but the pupils seemed a little bigger.

Caraven was heartbroken and weak with fear. "Dr. Chen Nai" first grabbed the old woman's muscular contraction arm, forcibly opened her finger, and said angrily to Caraven like facing herdsman: "Look at this hand yourself, don't worry, I will never make a mistake."

Caraven threw herself on the bed and rolled around, crying like a cow wailing. At this time, his wife pretended to be sobbing while taking care of what she should do. She moved the bedside table, spread the tablecloth, put four candles on it, lit it, and then took a boxwood branch hanging behind the mirror from the mantelpiece and put it on the plate between the four candles. What if there is no holy water? Let's call it clear water on a plate. However, after a little consideration, she still pinched a pinch of salt and put it in clear water. There is no doubt that she thinks this is the end of the ceremony.

After decorating the mourning hall, she stood quietly. After the hygienist helped her arrange this and that, he reminded her in a low voice, "It's time for Mr. Caravan to take it away." She nodded in agreement, then went to her husband who had been kneeling there crying and stretched out an arm to help him up.

They helped him sit in the chair first. His wife kissed his forehead and enlightened him. Military doctors are also there to help. They advised him to accept his fate, show compassion for others, be strong and cheer up, but they didn't know that the drugs they prescribed were difficult to digest for people who suffered great pain. So the two men picked him up again and took him out.

Like a fat boy, he suffocated, his whole body was weak, his arms drooped and his legs were weak. He followed them downstairs, but he didn't know what he was doing. He just walked mechanically.

They helped him sit in the chair where he usually eats. There is an almost empty soup basin on the dining table, and the spoon is still immersed in the soup. He sat motionless in the armchair, staring at the glass, and his mind was blank.

Mrs. Karawang is talking to Mr. Chennai in the corner, asking about the procedures and learning about all aspects of the funeral. Nye seems to be waiting for something. Finally, he grabbed his hat and said he hadn't eaten dinner. He held a ceremony and said that he was leaving. Mrs Caraven loudly expressed her surprise:

"Why, haven't you eaten yet? Then stay, stay here for dinner! You can eat whatever you want. You know, our family has always eaten very simply. "

The "doctor" declined politely, but Mrs. Caraven insisted on staying: "Why did you? Please stay. At this moment, it is really lucky to have friends around; Besides, you advised my husband that he might eat something, and he really needs to add something to restore his physical strength. "

The "doctor" bowed, put his hat back on the furniture and replied, "If so, madam, I am very grateful."

Mrs Caraven gave Rosalie an order and sat down at the table herself, saying that she would "stay with the doctor" and "pretend to eat something".

They drank all the cold soup. Mr. Chennai added another one. Then a plate of tripe with Lyon flavor was served, which smelled like onion. Mrs. Caravan decided to try it. Dr. Chennai praised, "It's delicious." The housewife smiled and said, "Isn't it good?" Then he turned to his husband and said, "You must eat, my poor friend, even if it's just to fill your stomach. Think about it, you have to stay up late! "

Caraven meekly took the plate and began to eat. Now, he obeys everything, neither resists nor thinks, even if he is sent to bed, he will obey.

Dr. Chen nai did it himself and added it to his plate three times; From time to time, Mrs Caraven sticks a tripe with a fork and pretends to eat absently.

Then a basin full of macaroni was served, and the "doctor" muttered, "Oh, this is really a good thing!" This time, Mrs Caraven gave everyone a full share, even the children's plates were full. While stirring, the two children stuffed them into their mouths, sometimes stealing the original wine while people were not looking, and kicking each other under the table.

Mr. Chennai suddenly remembered Rossini's love for spaghetti, and he said without a clue, "Wow, it rhymes. You can write a poem, let's start with it:

Rossini is a musician.

I like macaroni and vermicelli ... "

No one paid attention to what he was saying. Mrs Caraven was suddenly absent-minded. She is thinking about the consequences of this sudden accident. Her husband tore off the bread piece by piece, kneaded it into small dough, put it on the dining table, and then stared fixedly, completely like an idiot. He felt his throat and eyes burning, so he drank the wine again and again. His brain suffered a blow and grief. It was a mess, but now it is wobbly, just like the feeling of being blocked after overeating and sleepy.

Dr. Chennai is no longer welcome. He drinks like a bottomless pit. He was obviously drunk. After a period of tension, Mrs Caraven was fidgeting and upset. Although she only drank some water, she also felt dizzy.

Mr. Chennai talked about the deaths of several families, which, in his view, was very inhuman. Because in the suburbs of Paris, all people live in other provinces, and they still retain the indifference of the country people to the dead, even if their parents die. Of course, this disrespect for the dead, this insensitivity I didn't realize, is common among rural people, not surprising, but it is rare in Paris. He said, "Well, I did. I was invited by a family in Putuo Street last week, so I hurried there. At first glance, the patient is dead. However, the family members are drinking anise at the bedside, which was bought for dying patients the night before. If the family members have time, they will drink this bottle before giving up. "

However, Mrs Caraven was not listening at all. She's thinking about the big things she inherited. Caraven's mind is blank, and Mr. Chen Nai knows nothing.

Serve coffee. In order to refresh myself, the coffee is brewed very strongly, and brandy is added to each cup. Once eaten, everyone's cheeks flushed and the only vague consciousness left in his mind was disturbed.

Finally, the "doctor" suddenly grabbed the bottle again and poured a little brandy for everyone to make cups. They stopped talking, slowly sipped the pale yellow sweet syrup made of brandy with sugar at the bottom of the cup, and indulged in digesting the sweetness of delicious food, while the wine made them sink into the comfort of full food like animals.

Both children were asleep, and Rosalie put them to bed.

Caravan, like all unfortunate people, mechanically obeyed a subconscious mind that wanted to numb himself, and drank brandy several times in succession, and his dull eyes brightened.

The doctor finally got up to leave. He grabbed his friend's arm and suggested:

"Come on, go out with me. It's good for you to get some air. A person should not stay at home when he has troubles. "

Caraven took this advice. He put on his hat, picked up his cane and went out with the doctor. Two friends walked arm in arm to the Seine River under the starry night sky.