Owned by Feng Shangyuan, the master Feng and his apprentices made their fortunes in the south of the Yangtze River, and later moved to the north. At that time, the Japanese army had invaded China, and the life of the children of Liyuan was not as good as before. Feng Jiaban is one of the few who survived, and it is said that the main reason is that Commander Qiao is there for him.
There are thirty-six Eight Immortals Tables in the center of the front hall of the garden.
Li Langyu held Cheng Lan in his arms and followed Cheng Hanliang all the way, watching the flowers on horseback, full of interest.
Feng Shangyuan and Cheng Siye were old acquaintances, and they said that there was more than half an hour between the south and the north. He has passed the age of confusion, but his voice is very gentle and decent, I think it is because of his voice training.
The backstage is where the performers put on their makeup. Li Langyu caught a glimpse of a person dressed as a bunt martial artist with a tiger skin next to him. He estimated that he was going to play "Wusong Fighting a Tiger" later.
The garden looks small, but it takes a lot of time to walk around. The backyard was mainly where Feng's family practiced. There were many people who danced guns and knives. They were all over the age of 20, and there were no children. Feng Shangyuan said regretfully that he also wanted to find some young seedlings. This industry is most afraid of breaking generations, but the opportunity is not enough.
Li Langyu was still looking east and west, but suddenly he saw something in the west corner of the yard, his heart suddenly hung in his throat, and his whole body trembled. Cheng Lan was held by him, and realizing his stiffness, he turned his head to the side, and when he looked at it, he found that his face was pale and pale.
"Lang Yu, what's the matter with you?" Cheng Lan asked worriedly, calling out a few times before pulling the person back.
Li Langyu regained her breath and only showed a reluctant smile, indicating that she was fine. Cheng Lan followed the previous line of sight and looked over, there was nothing special, only a red tassel silver spear placed on the weapon rack, and the whole body was bright.
The play arranged by the headmaster Feng really is "Wusong Fighting the Tiger". Several bosses in the audience were very happy, and Cheng Lan also liked it very much.
Feng Shangyuan filled Cheng Hanliang with a cup of tea, and said casually, "This child doesn't take the stage many times, and Typhoon is not as mature as others."
Cheng Hanliang didn't care. He said that people are still young, and there will be opportunities in the future. Wu Song fights tigers.
At this time, a boss suddenly said: "I remembered that Cheng Siye also entered Liyuan when he was young, and he was still in Fu's family class."
After speaking, Feng Shangyuan's face darkened and he stopped talking. Li Langyu tilted his head slightly to listen.
Another person said: "Fu Pinghui is also considered a figure in Peiping. The Fu family can be said to be the number one in Liyuan back then. Who knows that he later sold opium privately, collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country, and hooked up with the Japanese. The burning of the family is also retribution."
"This kind of traitor should be slashed with a thousand cuts. Fortunately, Commander Qiao did it, and keeping it would also harm the people of the country." When it comes to this topic, people are always filled with righteous indignation. Although the anti-Japanese war has been won, the shadow still remains.
Cheng Hanliang took a sip of tea, his face indifferent. "Fu Pinghui used to be my master, but now that I think about it, things are indeed unpredictable."
An hour later, Wu Song on the stage had suppressed the tiger under him, and his movements were mighty and delighted.
Cheng Hanliang saw that Li Langyu's eyes were not changing, so he asked him with a smile, "So pretty?"
"Well, it's beautiful." Li Langyu met his gaze, with a bright smile, gorgeous and unparalleled, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get a tiger's son, I like it."
Chapter Three
The big drama on the high platform was sung one after another. It was a tense and intense martial arts drama before, but now it is a miserable literary drama. There are three sets of tea men. Li Langyu is a little tired, and he has one thing in mind. Want to find out. Before getting up, he said hello to Cheng Lan and said to walk around and come back soon.
As soon as I left my seat, I went directly to the backyard.
Before the disciples of Feng Jiaban had dispersed, the courtyard was colorful, and people came and went. He took two or three steps and walked towards the weapon rack.
Fortunately, it is still there, that red tassel silver gun.
He stroked the somewhat old gun body, and the slight stumbling touch rubbed against the pulp of his fingers. Every trace was like ruts on an ancient road, clear and heavy. Li Langyu held it in the palm of his hand, heavy, as if he was holding the broken mountains and rivers, and the ruined home.
A disciple passing by, Li Langyu asked him where the gun came from.
"Where did it come from? This is the gun of our Feng family class. We have followed Master for many years."
Oh, so it is.
Li Langyu stared at it for a while, reluctant to put it down. According to the vague numbers in his memory, he played around in circles, and after only five strokes, he felt that he gradually remembered most of it. So he couldn't help but tap the ground again, and then slashed with a single step, not enough, stabbed backwards!
But at this moment, Li Langyu was stunned by the effort of raising his eyes.
He saw Cheng Hanliang, and in front of him, a thousand-foot pool of water was brewing in his eyes.
The spear head is like a feather arrow, and it moves straight ahead, rushing without turning back. He didn't have time to accept it, and was hesitating whether to accept it or not. Seeing that he was about to stab the other side's door, Cheng Hanliang suddenly stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the front end of the gun. He took advantage of the situation, and Li Langyu was hugged by him due to inertia, and the gun fell from his hand. With a "bang", he fell to the ground, accompanied by a "beautiful", his voice was low and smiling, it was Cheng Hanliang who treated him. I said, biting my ears.
Li Langyu was startled, and immediately broke free from his arms, taking three steps back. Cheng Hanliang smiled lightly, as if nothing had happened, picked up the gun, threw it, caught it, and turned a trick.
"Have you studied?" he asked suddenly.
Li Langyu responded quickly, "When I was a child with my mother selling vegetables, I often went to play under the stage. I thought it was very interesting. I learned a few tricks according to the gourd painting, just for fun."
Cheng Hanliang stared at him, didn't say whether he believed it or not, just raised the corner of his lips and said leisurely, "Then you are quite talented."
Master Feng invited Cheng Hanliang to come because he had something to ask for. In the past two years, the Feng family opera troupe in Peiping can be described as a list of small mountains and almost all the spectators. The troupe pays attention to turning heads, and those who come to Qinchunyuan to watch the play are stable audiences. With a prosperous team and a good reputation, Feng Shangyuan opened up a new path, went to sea, started a tobacco and alcohol business, and made a lot of money.
He and Cheng Hanliang said that when the goods are in the area of Guangzhou, it always takes ten days and eight days to complete the review. Some of them are urgent goods. Please also ask the lieutenant general to make it convenient, whether they can pass directly in the future. Guangzhou is Cheng Hanliang's old management office. As long as he speaks, no one dares to give face.
Li Langyu looked at Feng Shangyuan carefully, with a thin face and a bit of talent, but the copper stench under the clothes was suffocating, like a gutter mouse, and it was ugly at first sight.
Cheng Hanliang understood what he meant, but didn't tell the truth: "If there is no problem, the review will not be delayed for too long. I will remind you there."
At noon, Feng Shangyuan asked them to stay for dinner. A table full of delicacies from the mountains and seas, full of sincerity. Good wine and good food are all in front of you, but people don't taste it.
Feng Shangyuan's alcohol intake was not as good as Cheng Hanliang and others, and when he was halfway through drinking, he began to complain. The old problem of singing.
He said that his family had a great career, and he was always worried that there would be no successor. In the end, it's all the sins done when I was young, and it's finally retribution.
With a gentle and ruthless voice, it is pitiful to talk about these things. However, Cheng Hanliang just sneered, with a slight sarcasm on his handsome face: "Master Feng, this is not your stage, the grievances in the play are just sung, and the actual karma is hard to get rid of."
Cold words make people colder.
Li Langyu looked at him, his eyes did not look away for a long time, as if he was going to cut a hole in him. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, he drank the last drop of sake in the cup, and connected with the hatred that spread from the bottom of his heart.
On the way back, Li Langyu sat in the back seat, side by side with Cheng Lan. Cheng Hanliang was in the front seat. He said that Feng Shangyuan was unhappy. He actually didn't have much talent in singing. He had to work hard when he was young.
Li Langyu opened the car window a little, and the pervasive wind came in. Outside the window was a row of old-fashioned houses in Beiping. As the speed of the car increased, they were suddenly left behind, as if they would never be able to catch up.
"I saw you playing with a gun just now, and I remembered some old things." Cheng Hanliang turned his head to him and said, with warmth in his eyes, "Feng Shangyuan made a mess of that red spear, but it suits you very well."
Li Langyu listened, didn't say anything, just smiled, he looked outside, the scenery became a little blurry, and was enveloped by the sudden water vapor, and the pain in his heart was numb, one after another.
The reason why the silver spear is red tassels is that the tassels suck blood and can prevent the blood from flowing down. It was a pity that it was almost stabbed just now.
How could someone like Feng Shangyuan be worthy of that gun? Of course he was upset.
Li Langyu laughed sarcastically.
It was his father's favorite gun when he was alive.
Chapter Four
August passed by in a hurry, and the hot and dry summer finally caught the interest. The first little autumn wind just flew into the sky of Peiping, and the pungent sun was instantly beaten back to the shape of a little daughter-in-law, like a soft red persimmon.
On this day, the servants of the Cheng Mansion were all fighting the summer heat, drying the newly taken autumn mattresses all morning, and replacing the thin quilts and mats in each room. Li Langyu sent the set in his room to Cheng Lan. He said that he liked the cold and not the heat, so he didn't need so much, so Cheng Lan forced him to accept it. In the afternoon, a girl brought him a new one with goose down inside, saying that the fourth master had taken special care of it, for fear that the uncle would catch a cold.
Li Langyu glanced at the pattern on the face, it was very vivid, it was clusters of white magnolias, and the embroidery was exquisite. Since it was a special care, there was no need for him to refuse.
At dinner time, Xu's mother boiled a bowl of pigeon meat lotus seed soup, just in time for this easy-to-get-hot early autumn, Cheng Lan coughed.