In the yard covered by the heavy snow, his eyes were slightly slack. Suddenly, he rushed into the snow in two steps and three steps, removing the snow one by one, like a fool who moved mountains.
Yes, Yugong.
Looking for white jade in the snow is like looking for a needle in a haystack. He also feels that he is crazy, stupid, and insane, but he has no way to stop.
He is not Jia Baoyu, and he doesn't expect the good luck of recovering the jade after he loses it. He is just an idiot who seeks a sword.
Seeing him digging into the snow with his bare hands like a madman, Xu's mother shouted again and again, "Master, what are you doing? If you don't go back, you won't lose your body again."
He continued as if he couldn't hear him. Xu's mother called Xiao Ye and tried to pull him up, but was pulled away.
"Uncle, if you're looking for something, wait for the snow to melt, and it's still falling now!"
"Jade, jade..." he murmured, his eyes filled with grief, "I must, must find it!"
He wants to get rid of the whiteness everywhere.
Really crazy.
There was a commotion in the yard, and at this time, Cheng Hanliang came back from the door and heard others' narration, but said nothing.
Li Langyu was still digging, and he didn't know anything about the rest. At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of him, thick and powerful, with clear palm lines, and lying in the palm was a white jade pendant with a bluegrass pattern shining from the dust. Li Langyu stopped in a daze, time seemed to stand still for a moment, his eyes trembled, he slowly raised his head, and looked at Cheng Hanliang, who was holding an umbrella in the snow.
Snow flakes fluttered, sticking to Cheng Hanliang's black windbreaker, to Li Langyu's hair, and under the big black umbrella, everything melted away.
Li Langyu looked at him, with a swaying pool of snow in his eyes, he slowly leaned his head over, and in the palm of his hand, there was a cold jade pendant, as if the jade could make a sound like a conch shell, he listened Listen, my heart is completely quiet.
Cheng Hanliang stroked his eyes and felt a touch of warmth, in this winter.
The author has something to say: The earliest translated version of "Pillow Grass" was Zhou Zuoren's version, and the translation was published after 1953, so it is forcibly advanced here.
[Volume 4. A bottle of Fengyue is reserved for you]
Chapter twenty nine
A few days after Jing Zhe passed, the government issued a notice of the art exhibition, and all parts of Peiping were busy, and the front page of "Peace Daily" also published the event. The event had not yet started, and the momentum was very loud. Guaranteed to be brought together by a few newsboys to promote it, and even the storefronts on the street posted a lot of character posters.
"By the way, this year's art exhibition is particularly dynamic, and it seems that there are foreigners coming to see it."
"What are they looking at, do you understand?"
"You are superficial. We have fought so many defeats above, and it is estimated that we have to win them over."
…
All in all, this incident made Peiping usher in the first wave of lively peaks after the year.
Li Langyu took the jade pendant out of the box, carefully wiped the surface with a soft cloth, and put it on his neck solemnly. The jade pendant was lying on the chest, about the size of the popular rouge iron round box, and there were slight grinding marks on the edge, I thought it was knocked when I threw it. A little flaw, but it is like a big ink ball on white paper, which is a pity.
Jade is extremely fragile. Li Langyu also broke a piece when he was a child. It was his father who gave him a fucking love. At that time, he was anxious and afraid, and finally wiped his tears and confessed to Shen Zhilan. Shen Zhilan held him on his knees. He took a handkerchief and wiped his face, wiped his slumped cheeks red, and then kissed his forehead and said, "If the jade is broken, it will be broken. As long as our Langyu is good, that's enough."
Fu Pinghui takes the troupe out all the year round, and rarely comes back, sometimes during the Spring Festival, the discipline mainly falls on Shen Zhilan, and Shen Zhilan really cares about him, and his temper is naturally a bit stubborn. Later, when Fu Pinghui returned home, he Said that a boy would be squeamish when raised like this, so he was severely punished.
Poor and lowly worried, Yong Yu Ru Yu Cheng also. This is not unreasonable.
In the afternoon, Li Langyu took Butler Zhang out the door to buy some necessities. On the way back, I happened to pass by a small theater where "Suo Lin Sang" was being played. The team was not famous, and there were not many people coming. Butler Zhang suddenly stopped the car and asked him if he wanted to go in and have a look. He treated him.
The two took their seats, and there were more than vacant seats around. Just after singing "Guining" on the stage, Tsing Yi's voice became timid, and the ending was not full. Everyone pouted slightly, feeling a pity.
Zhang Guanjia said: "I've heard it a few times. This group has just arrived in Peiping, and the best song they sang is the next stanza."
Li Langyu listened to it, only to see that Tsing Yi raised her sleeves and covered half of her face and sang: "In an instant, all the previous feelings have been ignorant, and the tears have soaked the clothes. I only know that Tie Fugui is destined for life, who knows. The number of life is clear in an instant. I think that I used to act like a spoiled child. Even if I don’t believe in the past. This is also a lesson from God. He taught me to let go of the remaining hatred, avoid the anger, and reform, change the relationship, and break the love. , The sea of bitterness turned around, and I realized Lan Yin early..."
Tsing Yi shook his fingers, Jing Hu babbled and pulled, and the people under the seat also showed a sullen look, their souls and livers trembled.
"How?" Butler Zhang asked.
Li Langyu slowly closed his eyes, the sadness between his brows was wrinkled, Tsing Yi sang his heart to the stage, but in the end, he just let out a simple chuckle.
After leaving the garden, the two returned to the car, and the newsboy handed over a newspaper, ran across the long street and shouted: "Express Express, Feng Ban's main art exhibition drama "Wu Zixu", the legend reappears! Express Express... "
This sound quickly stopped the people around, and the three of them gathered together to discuss—
""Wu Zixu", I remember it was Fu Pinghui last time!"
"Fu Pinghui became famous in Peiping because of this."
"This show is big enough, how many people will come..."
"What are you worried about, the Feng family is a special invitation this time, and the other troupes are rushing here!"
…
Butler Zhang closed the car window, and the noisy human voice suddenly died out. He turned around and said to Li Langyu: "Uncle, it's cold outside, let's go back."
Li Langyu gave a "hmm" and stopped speaking. When the motor started, he opened the window by himself, and the warm spring breeze greeted him.
In fact, it's nothing, and it's good to listen to it.
Back at Cheng's house, Li Langyu took out the several orders that He Huaichuan handed to him. It is said that the goods of Feng's family are very mysterious, and they are called ordinary tobacco and alcohol, but the results of the random inspection are unknown. Big boss covered. Li Langyu thought to himself that although he is the only one left in the family now, the stigma he bears must be washed away, and they all say that people are terrifying. Feng Shangyuan doesn't necessarily know less than Cheng Hanliang, and he has no way out if he spends his time here, so he might as well choose another city and go first.
It's just a question of how to borrow it from the beginning.
After dinner, everyone dispersed, Yue Qiao wiped the table clean, saw Cheng Hanliang wink and left Li Langyu behind, so she quickly retreated.
"I heard that Lao Zhang took you to a play, how is it?"
"Not bad, it sounds interesting." He said lightly.
Cheng Hanliang looked at him, and the corners of his eyes relaxed, "It's good that it's interesting. There are many performances in the south of the city recently. If you want to watch it, let Lao Zhang take you there."
Li Langyu narrowed her eyes, her eyelashes swept a shadow, and after thinking for a while, she said, "I heard that the Feng family is going to sing "Wu Zixu" this time. I'm a little interested and want to go to their troupe to see it."
Cheng Hanliang paused and turned to look at him, his voice changed, "That's nothing to see."
"I'm going to see." Yes, not thinking. It doesn't sound like it's going to be negotiable.
Cheng Hanliang immediately understood, "Since you have already decided, why did you tell me that you want my help?"
"I'll lend you a favor. It won't take long until the end of the art exhibition." He said it cleanly, as if his tongue was stained with ashes every time he said a word. It was difficult to ask for someone, let alone Cheng Hanliang.
Cheng Hanliang slowly brushed the corners of his clothes, and the gold Omega watch on his wrist threw a bright spot in the light, "I know you're investigating the matter of Feng's house, there's nothing to hide." He simply said, "It's about his family. If you say big is big, and small can be small, if you want to denounce it for your family, it is not so easy."
Li Langyu was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect that the other party always knew, he flashed a trace of discomfort, but quickly covered it up, "Yes, you are embarrassed, so naturally you won't agree."
Asking for others is better than asking for yourself, this principle is justified.
What did he think, he opened his mouth to Cheng Hanliang, the more he thought about it, the more funny it became.
Li Langyu left the seat and planned to go upstairs, but heard Cheng Hanliang say behind him: "You don't need to borrow the favor, I've already given it to you, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it when the time comes."
He turned his head slowly, expecting an answer, but the other party stopped there and seemed unwilling to say any more.
This sentence struck Li Langyu's heart. It took five days for him to go to Feng's house. He couldn't find any other reason to go to Feng's house. Not to mention that Feng Gan was not used to seeing himself in his bones, Feng Shangyuan was also a person who cares. , how did he ask the truth of the year, and then he asked, and how did he make them admit it in public. Cheng Hanliang watched with a cold eye, and feuded with Feng Gan's unhappiness, and put the whole thing into a different direction.
This was not what he had originally envisioned.
Butler Zhang saw Li Langyu when he was trimming the bamboo, and suddenly beckoned him to come over.
"What's the matter, did you hit a wall at the fourth master?"
"There was no hope."
"Tsk..." He smacked his lips and smiled, "I don't expect to ask, you say that you are guilty."
This is true. If he hadn't had a little hope, he would definitely not have gone to Cheng Hanliang.
Butler Zhang handed the flower scissors to Li Langyu and said, "This bamboo is also stubborn, three