If the sky doesn't cut it, it will make a mess, and people my age have to stare at it. Come on, you cut it for me. "
Li Langyu took it hesitantly. He didn't know anything about gardening, so he cut it according to his temperament. As a result, Butler Zhang sighed: "My lord, you cut melon baby bald!"
It's not bald, but a twig in the middle is particularly conspicuous. Butler Zhang waved his hands again and again, and he had to come in person.
Li Langyu stood beside him in a sullen mood, staring at him.
"Actually, don't blame me for talking too much, I have a way to tell you, it depends on whether you want it or not."
Li Langyu suddenly regained his energy and straightened his body.
"Since the fourth master asked for the silver spear from the Feng family last time, Boss Feng has been unhappy. He has used his treasured weapon for so many years. It was originally used for this art exhibition, but now he can only use other things to make do with it. You say, if there is something lost and found in this world, will he be happy?"
He stared at Li Langyu faintly, and his words were reasonable and almost ruthless. He saw with his own eyes that this young man went from being excited to being shocked, and there was a pitiful expression on his dumbfounded expression.
"You, you want me..." Li Langyu said in a panic, but couldn't go on.
Butler Zhang said in a timely manner: "I said it long ago, this method depends on whether you like it or not."
What he wants may also be what he needs. One thing for one thing is not a loss.
This is what Cheng Hanliang said about human affection.
In the evening, Butler Zhang explained what happened during the day, and said, "I told him, so as not to make him think about it, Fourth Master doesn't need to worry, he is reluctant."
Cheng Hanliang put down the pen in his hand and looked up at him, "Old Zhang, you are out of line."
"Isn't this afraid of the uncle's tossing? Besides, if the fourth master wants to be nice to him, he might as well go with him. If he hits the south wall, he is afraid that he won't turn back?"
Cheng Hanliang raised his chin, his eyes were cold, and he waited for a long time before he said, "You know that it is a great blessing for people to regain what is lost, how can you not know that what is lost is what hurts him."
Butler Zhang was stunned and said dryly, "Then he probably won't go."
Cheng Hanliang shook his head, his eyes gradually dimmed in the light, and half of his face fell into the shadows. "He will go." He said this for a long time, showing sadness, "He will definitely go."
He lost eight hundred for himself and one thousand for the enemy. That child likes to do this kind of thing the most.
Three days later, the spring is bright and the swallows are on the branches. Feng Shangyuan opened the front yard door, Li Langyu slowly turned around under the steps, and he smiled warmly in the golden sunshine.
"Master Feng, the fourth master made a joke with you before, and I hope you don't care. Since ancient times, good horses are matched with good saddles, and treasured swords are matched with heroes. Master Feng is named Peiping. I will ask you for this silver gun and return it to the original owner. The younger generation has always I admire your style on stage, I learned a few tricks when I was young, and I always hope to get advice from others.
He held the red tassel silver spear and handed it over politely, watching Feng Shangyuan's face gradually showing satisfaction amid the chirping of birds.
Last time, Cheng Hanliang brought it back for him, but this time, he wanted to bring it back by himself.
The author has something to say: The earliest release date of the play "Wu Zixu" is later than the time in the text, and it is still handled in advance.
Chapter Thirty
Qinchunyuan has added many new faces, all of whom are friends with Feng Shangyuan, to catch up with the golden field of "Wu Zixu". Li Langyu stayed with the flow, only saying that he was an apprentice, and others were not suspicious.
As early as before the 1930s, the Wang faction made this story popular. Loyal ministers were insulted, treacherous ministers gained justice, and Wu members fled Zhaoguan to assassinate Wang Liao. In line with the people of the times, Wang Guifen polished and polished the singing to make this play a success. A touchstone. "Wu Zixu" is mainly based on old students, and it is divided into 30% off. The layout is complicated. After the Wang School went silent, it was rarely popular. After the 1930s, many new troupes began to try, and Fu Pinghui was the one. One of the.
In that year, Fu Pinghui had already made a name for himself in the south. After traveling a lot, he returned to Peiping with his team and settled down. On the tenth day after the first lunar month, "Wu Zixu" was performed, and it was a crowd-pleaser. Fu Pinghui also became famous in Peiping.
Li Langyu saw some young and middle-aged people. Although they were not wearing costumes, they saw a typhoon in their gestures. They were all experts. It seemed that Feng Shangyuan was planning to make a lot of effort this time. During the rehearsal, Feng Gan came a few times, and when he met him, he looked resentful and had to choke, but it was much better than the first meeting, and Li Langyu didn't bother to care.
Feng Gan came to find Feng Shangyuan. The two talked in the corner for a long time, their faces were not good-looking, and for some reason, Feng Shangyuan suddenly began to reprimand, and the father and son broke up unhappily. After that, Feng Shangyuan kept his face down during the rehearsal. The cooperation was not very smooth, so I had to take a break.
Li Langyu was assigned to the younger disciples for the first few days in the garden. Because Cheng Hanliang's face was not treated harshly, those disciples only thought he was having fun, so they didn't bother to teach the basic skills, and showed him some pretty tricks. Li Langyu smiled, picked up a long stick, and said he wanted to try it.
As for the stick technique, he would not be able to master it completely, but he had a foundation and a feeling, so he just wanted to see what Feng Jiaban taught.
The momentum was good, and the toughness of the shot was sufficient. The wind made a "woo woo" sound, and the eyes of the people next to him lit up, "Uncle Cheng, you're not bad, I underestimated it."
"I won't be able to do any more." Li Langyu responded with a smile, motioning him to come up with a few tricks.
The opponent practiced every day, no matter the stiffness, flexibility, skill or flexibility, they were all better, Li Langyu barely parried, suddenly, his body was unstable and too late to dodge, the long stick hit his right arm, neither light nor heavy. . The disciple of the Feng family was shocked when he saw this, and threw the stick away, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Uncle Cheng, I thought you could dodge it."
The injury is not serious, the skin is only slightly blue, and it will be better in two or three days.
"You sit here first, and I'll get you the active oil."
"Hey, wait, do you have Futarin?" Li Langyu asked suddenly, "If there is usually a bruise, I always rely on this. I'm not used to the medicine next to it."
Voltaren, Western medicine, the price of one is worth more than ten bottles of active oil. When the disciple was in trouble, he secretly thought that this noble young master should pay attention to even a trauma medicine, not to mention active oil, even applying sesame oil for two would be effective.
"Uncle Cheng, I don't have what you said about Futarin. If you make do with it, this active oil may not be worse than it."
Li Langyu shook his head, showing a little inhumanity, "If there is no one here, then you must have, Young Master Feng, you take me to find him."
The other party couldn't resist, so he simply gave up, greeted people, and took Li Langyu back to the Feng family's main house.
When he arrived at the destination, Li Langyu asked him where Feng Gan's house was, and after getting a clear direction, he said, "Then I will go to see him by myself. You go back first, and the head of Feng is very concerned. I am afraid that you will be scolded for this." Reasonable and reasonable, the other party is successfully removed.
The servant was cleaning downstairs, Li Langyu explained that he was here to go upstairs, Feng Gan's house was half open, and Yingying Yanyan's laughter came from inside, there were men and women. He came to the door and glanced through the tiny gap.
One to the left and one to the right, the young girl was on her knees, the handsome man was lying in his arms, and Feng Gan was facing a glass cigarette pipe, sucking the white powder wrapped in paper, and puffing it out. The smell was not like ordinary tobacco, and Feng Gan's face was shriveled and pale, Li Langyu secretly had a plan.
Xu was that Feng Shangyuan was not at home, so Feng Gan became bold, and the three of them were affectionate and uncomfortable. Feng Gan leaned on the head of the bed and said, "Old man, his thoughts are solidified, he really thinks that he can earn a lifetime of money by singing, and he doesn't think about what everyone is planning now. He manages our family's commercial goods for him, where will he get the money to support that group of trash."
"He still compares me with others. When the year is over and the profits from various places are recovered, he will know that this son is still very useful." Feng Gan exhaled a breath of smoke, and the other two laughed and agreed with him, gray and white The gas swirled in the middle of the house, and could kill a person.
"Uncle Cheng, why don't you go in here?"
The servants of the Feng family happened to go upstairs at this time, and Li Langyu gave a stern meal and said, "I heard voices inside, I'm afraid it is other guests."
There was a rapid ping ping pong sound in the room, as if bottles and tables were being packed up. Feng Gan rushed out of the room, his clothes wrinkled, and his anger burst out: "What are you doing here! Did you come here casually in my house!" He turned his head and shouted at the servant, "Where are your eyes? Just put it in!"
"Your dad knows that I'm here." Li Langyu stepped forward and said with a more confrontational tone.
"Yeah, Uncle Cheng's arm is injured and he's here to borrow medicine."
"Don't borrow!"
Feng Gan tried to chase him away, but Li Langyu grabbed his wrist and lowered his voice, "I received a call the day before yesterday. There is something wrong with your cigarettes in Guangzhou, so we need to recheck." He raised his head and looked at Li Langyu, the other party's eyes were bright, there was no doubt, and he was a little flustered for a while.
Li Langyu didn't wait for him to speak, and continued: "I haven't told anyone yet, I'm here today to borrow medicine and help Talin."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, some people came to the theater again, and the weather was a little hot. The disciple who was playing the stick turned around with a "hidden dragon shaking his head", just in time to see the Feng family driver drop Li Langyu off the bus.
"Uncle Cheng, is your arm better?"
"With your young master's medicine, it will naturally be much better."
Li Langyu told him as he walked, that he was at Feng's house just now. He cheated Feng Qian on the grounds that he was selling cigarettes. The powder is hidden in the nails. As for what it is, he knows what it is, but he is still ready to leave it to He Huaichuan to determine it. And this incident reminded him of the dance hall scandal in Guangzhou, when traces of drugs were found in "Troyi"