Men don't speak well, but you're fine.
Li Langyu was also helpless and gave her the first month's wages. Ajing left on the 16th of the first month, and you can come on the 13th of the first month. The money will be used to buy food and clothing.
The little girl was instantly coaxed into a smile.
Feng Shangyuan held a banquet at home, and it cost a lot for a table to be lively and fragrant. The fish and shrimps gathered, the sea and the land were shining, and the wine from private storage was also generously placed. His son Feng Gan sat down in the lower seat honestly. Don't dare to talk nonsense, I think I have learned a lesson before coming.
At the same table, there were some Peking businessmen and officials who were invited to accompany the wine. When Feng Shangyuan saw Cheng Hanliang coming alone, he asked why Li Langyu was not there, and he also helped with the Guangzhou matter.
Cheng Hanliang only said that he was not allowed to go out because he was not in good health.
A table of people said nothing more than polite words, tossing and patting horses, and finally turning into intoxicating liquor.
The Peiping Art Exhibition will start in a few months. Feng Shangyuan recently got a special invitation from the head section of the Grand View Garden for a happy event. Others asked him what class Master Feng planned to sing this time.
When everyone toasted the wine, Feng Shangyuan was overjoyed, and after drinking, he turned to Cheng Hanliang, who had been silent for a long time, and said, "This time, the fourth master is in trouble. The dog is naughty and caused such a big trouble. Thanks to your rescue."
Cheng Hanliang raised his glass lightly as a response. Feng Shangyuan saw something perfunctory, and then said, "These dishes are a bit rudimentary. Fourth Master, don't dislike them. I have collected a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings in recent years, all of which are genuine. If you want something, feel free to ask."
Cheng Hanliang put the wine cup lightly on the table, raised his eyes and said, "I don't have any shortage of antiques. Every year, a lot of people give me away, and I have seen a lot of them. However, there is something I really want to ask from you, Master Feng. Come, see if you are willing to sell me this face."
"What is it?" Feng Shangyuan sat upright, also a little curious.
Cheng Hanliang looked at him, his eyes were unfathomable, and they became more meaningful. He smiled, and there was an unprovoked embarrassment.
Li Langyu went out for a while, and happened to hear the neighbors talking about the Beiping Art Exhibition. From the early years of the Republic of China to the present, excluding the period of war, this art exhibition is held once a year and is scheduled in the middle of spring. It can be said to be a major event in Peiping. I've seen big knives, cannons, gunpowder shrapnel, no matter whether you win or lose, it's still a peaceful and prosperous world. What the people yearn for is only that little bridge and flowing water.
Li Langyu heard that the focus of the discussion was Feng Shangyuan, and he was really envious of his peers for taking the special invitation. He bought a few rolls of firecrackers, and walked out of the store calmly without staying longer.
You see, the more you dislike and the more hated the person is, the person who lives like a fish in water and has a good taste, but the person who kowtows and bleeds is often struggling to survive.
It doesn't make sense.
When Li Langyu went back, everyone went back to their rooms. He walked up to the second floor and found that his bedroom door had a small crack. After entering the room, he saw Cheng Hanliang, sitting at the desk reading Liang Qichao's collection of works.
"What are you doing here?" Li Langyu walked over and smelled a strong odor of alcohol.
Cheng Hanliang threw the book on the table and smiled at him lazily, with warm affection in his black eyes. Li Langyu put the book back on the shelf, and heard the words behind him: "It's okay that you didn't go today, those old guys are boring and boring."
Li Langyu turned his head slightly, and found that his face was flushed with alcohol, and he looked lazy. His shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, revealing a slightly raised collarbone, and the shadows were scattered in the bumps. He took up the room happily and leisurely, and didn't mean to leave.
Li Langyu went straight to the bed, unfolded the quilt and shook, there was a hula hula sound in the air.
Cheng Hanliang observed quietly behind him, seeing that his back was straight, the butterfly bones were open, and the middle vertebra was concave, and there were corresponding creases on the back of the clothes, wrapping his body delicately.
He also knew that he drank too much today, but he didn't feel tired.
"I lied to you that night." Cheng Hanliang said suddenly.
Li Langyu turned his head, puzzled in his eyes.
"I mean that night in Guangzhou." He said with a low smile, his voice was very nice, "I didn't admit the wrong person, I knew it was you."
Li Langyu's face was astonished when he spoke the truth after drinking, and he acted in disorder after drinking. When he recalled it, his eyes widened and he became angry.
Cheng Hanliang got up, moved away and sat beside the bed. The sheet that he had just smoothed out had a few wave marks. Li Langyu's hands were placed on both sides of his thighs, holding them vacantly. Cheng Hanliang wanted to grab them, but he didn't.
"Thinking about it now, it's better to go back to Guangzhou." He said to himself, with a handful of yellow light cast by the lights in his eyes, "Although we were half-truths and half-truths at that time, each of us had our own thoughts, but it was good to play on the spot. OK."
better than now.
Li Langyu said coolly, "Then what you owe me, and what you owe my family, how do you pay it back?"
"I've been paying it back." Cheng Hanliang said seriously.
"I asked you if you had any regrets. You said that, no!"
Cheng Hanliang stared at him, his Adam's apple stirring, something was brewing. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed a flickering light, "Lang Yu, you're not the only one crossing the river. You shouldn't live like this."
Li Langyu took a breath of cold air, her eyes moistened, and said in a voice that was restrained by a rope: "You know, you know... When I was young, apart from my parents and my sister, I was the closest to you. You are the eldest brother, but in the end it is you... why you... "
Why him
He also asked Fu Pinghui the same way at the beginning. Once you get the answer, you can only go on without hesitation.
Li Langyu's shoulders slumped down, gradually unable to control the choking, Cheng Hanliang leaned forward, hugged him, kissed him, and was bitten until blood leaked out, but also kissed him to cover the continuous gasping Voice. The salty and hot liquid flowed into the mouths of the two of them, as if they were exchanging a cruel promise that they needed to bet their lives.
Cheng Hanliang pressed him on the bed and used a way based on primitive desire to blend into the other party's emotions. The flat quilt quickly became messy and chaotic.
"It's my fault, it's all my fault."
He kept repeating, as if begging, with blood all over the corners of his mouth, and the man under him was also stained with his blood. The two were intertwined, and ten years had become a shackle, imposed on them, the deeper and deeper, almost chaos.
In the end, Cheng Hanliang hugged Li Langyu and leaned beside him, and his eyes became moist.
"The man didn't cross the river, but the man actually crossed the river. If he crossed the river and died, what would he do?"
Liang Ren Gong called this sentence the saddest of ancient and modern times. And now, Cheng Hanliang recited this poem in front of Li Langyu, in the long, desperate, never-ending dark night that required constant waiting.
As soon as Li Langyu closed his eyes, in the long night, he dreamed of the Xiaoqiao Liushui family.
Chapter twenty five
The days in winter are significantly shortened, and the time is cut off a lot, as if life is beginning to age. Li Langyu was walking in the yard, snow fell from time to time on the dead branches, and the flowerbed was buried in white. He stood still for a while, when suddenly he heard a crackling sound from outside the door, and several red firecrackers jumped into the yard.
It's New Year's Eve, he will realize.
Xu Ma and the others got up before dawn, and then headed into the kitchen. He went for a spin. The longevity noodles were fried in the pot, with the aroma of fried shallots. Xu Ma asked him if he liked the fried rice noodles. Very simple question, he didn't know how to answer it for a long time, and finally left in a hurry.
He doesn't belong here. Can't feel the New Year atmosphere.
Li Langyu rubbed his hands and let out a breath of hot air. The white mist drifted into the snow. He pushed open the door of Cheng's house. The road was already covered with layers of red crumbs, and the smell of sulphur was heavy in his nostrils. After stopping, he went out alone and walked towards Bai Jingqiu's house.
Bai Jingqiu was alone, and Rao didn't prepare anything for New Year's Eve. She cooked a bowl of noodles to deal with it. She sat in front of the greasy and yellowed wooden table, stirring the noodle water with chopsticks. Li Langyu walked in at this time.
He was carrying a large and small package of New Year's goods, and his face was filled with joy after adjusting. But when Bai Jingqiu saw him, she was stunned for a moment, and her expression suddenly collapsed. She turned around and poured a glass of water for Li Langyu, and said behind his back, "Why are you back today? Shouldn't she be at school?"
When Li Langyu thought she had forgotten the day, he smiled and said, "Today is New Year's Eve, and the school is already closed." He poured the newly bought melon seeds into the tin, and a bag of sesame candy, took out a few, and mixed the rice cakes with them. put together.
Bai Jingqiu pursed her lips, her plain and gentle face twisted slightly, and asked him in a low voice, "Is your teaching life going well?"
"Except for more homework, it's nothing. The students are very good."
"What about the colleague?"
"Very good, the dean is a 60-year-old gentleman, and he invited me to his house for dinner on weekends. A friend in the same office recently added a son. I have seen the photos. He is a big fat boy, and he is new here. A girl, one year younger than me..."
"Lang Yu." Bai Jingqiu clenched the handle of the cup, her fingernails were white, she interrupted his chatter, turned around slowly, her eyes were dark yellow, "Cheng Hanliang has come."
These words were slammed down quietly, and Li Langyu's whole body was stiff and cold. He stood up slowly and met Bai Jingqiu's gaze, which was unstoppable.
What to say, how to explain.
He opened his mouth, like a mute swallowing a blade, and finally had nothing to say.
"Hey, why hasn't my uncle come back?" A Jing stood at the door, looking left and right, the table was full of all kinds of good dishes, Cheng Hanliang was expressionless and said nothing, Cheng Lan frowned and pursed tightly. mouth.
"It's almost eight o'clock, and it's getting dark." Butler Zhang shook his head, as if buried