花川亭

花川亭

当年香香从殁势了的牌娘手里接下这间烟柳巷最靠里往北数第三家院落的时候，落台还小得只有三间厢房。 后来小姐姐随凉河边的汉子私了奔，就剩了香香和大姐姐夜夜白汤琼浆得伺候恩客。也是随了鱼尾分开，两叉的梦死温柔乡，没名的院落也算来了不少的营苟。那日在和中街法界的大人耍了三两四会后，香香擦净嘴角的白露，含口烈浆，漱了漱，站在顶楼的大阁房窗边， 望着远处的凉河，和姐姐说，说要把这院落扩到凉河岸，连成一片花川。 既然这世人凉薄成性，就不如且让他们宿倚花川成瘾。 

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罢完，连夜隔天就修了新的匾牌，放了炮仗鞭响， 在院落里种了樱树，往根部把自己的尸骨埋了进去。

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也不晓是随了香香的恶望， 还是那一日的鞭炮炸响了人的欲乱，花川亭夜夜笙歌日日不歇。 亭内的牌门也多了起来，香香和姐姐把一个个牌门介绍给自己恩客，自个儿就慢慢轻松了许多。

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八个牌门独住一楼阁，吞下其他没落的亭阁，八个院落串起来，在凉河咽喉处开了个大口，噗扑往外流血。

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迎了春，每个院落的树发了花连在一起， 和着馥郁烟火，混了莺燕笑卖，贱质花川，投身欲海。

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( the words written in vernacular Chinese. some of efforts of meaning lost in translation. )

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huā chuān tíng - flower river pavilion

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the year xiāngxiāng ( the special nickname demirep used in pavilion, similar to 源氏名げんじな in Japanese, and in Chinese, it is called 花名 the flower name; in here, xiāngxiāng means tasty, savoury and aromatic. )  acquired from that went-all-the-way-of-her-soul-and-flesh Mother's cold hands, this pavilion, sat at third paveyard of North of dead end of this yānliǔ lane ( yānliǔ - smoke/tabacco and willow, similar to かりゅうor はなやぎ in Japanese meaning the brothel place, it is also named huāliǔ - flowers and willows, girls and boys.) . the terrace was only three small cabinets. then the sister eloped with that sailing bugger from liáng hé ( cold river ), left xiāngxiāng and the big sister to serve on patrons nights and days, pearly cream and crystal liquid. though it is on the fish tails apart, thighs lay on that tender land, slumber in that warmth, this nameless pavilion rose and gained its flies and bees. that day, copulated jubilation with the plastered sir of judiciary from central avenue after, xiāngxiāng wiped clean that white dew on the mouth, poured in moonshine rinsing through the whole oral cavity, spit to the sky, stood on the edge of window of the top floor of the main cabinet, gazed on the far-from liáng hé, said to the big sister, said that must and must expand this terrace to the harbor of liáng hé, with all the flower lining up, connected, like a rive. People are so in this incarnation of aloofness, why not drag them into this river of flower. 

End so, day after, brand new plaque on, fireworks around, new cherry stood, shove the bones and skeleton of still-living in the root and buried calm. 

not so be aware of it followed the locexope of xiāngxiāng, or that day of flame flower set the first of people’s lust. huā chuān tíng rushed in crowds and patrons nights in days, singing in liquids, ever in forever. Terraces were built on. xiāngxiāng and sister presented most of patrons and new terraces. restored their serenity.

eight terraces towered up, devoured the left of other frayed pavilions. With eight pavilions dotted in line, cut a thin kerf right on the throat of liáng hé, bleeding out, blood raining. 

Spring stepped on, every tree in every pavilion bloomed, flowers shattered upon, lined on, imbued with betrayed smoke, with all the protechny, and brights, with all the ecstasy and ardor of dalliance, with all the blossom and bosom, giggles and smiles sold, with all our lust and faith, it is all, and all in this river. 

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