The boss, Qin Bai, refused to admit it. Now that I think about it, if Qin Bai didn't lie, then there is a high possibility that it has something to do with Feng Gan who was present at the time. As for the twists and turns of the Feng family's cargo flow and the inconsistent checklists, it must be a trick.
Thinking of this, Li Langyu frowned slightly, just as Cheng Hanliang said, this matter can be big or small, and he is not sure enough to use it as a bargaining chip to confront Feng Shangyuan. The truth he wanted was revealed, and it was as difficult as Wu Zixu's exit.
Entering the garden, Li Langyu heard a commotion, so he followed the sound, and Feng Shangyuan got angry again out of thin air for some reason, and threw a thin old gentleman out the door.
"Hey, it's really troublesome!" a young apprentice explained, "Since our master got the special invitation to this art exhibition, people have come to him every day, and I don't know where it is. I want our master to recommend a booth. But you really can't take it on the table, you can't blame people."
Regarding this, Li Langyu has heard that Peiping plans to open a new street next to the Drum Tower this year. As an art exhibition booth, those who can enter are selected from above, such as traditional paper-cutting and paste. As for the end Whether it’s for real art or just a gimmick, it’s not clear. These days, we respect martial arts and light literature, and benefit from the business. The literature and art are very difficult. Today, there are very few people who live only for their character.
Li Langyu picked up a black stuff from the ground. It was dropped by the old gentleman who was blasted away. After looking at it clearly, he found that it was a lame monkey craftwork. .
"A seven-year-old child can do it, there's nothing to see." Someone said, Li Langyu looked at the lame monkey in his hand for a long time, probably because he was too sick and pitiful, so he didn't Throw it away and put it in your pocket.
And this day, Feng Shangyuan's rehearsal was interrupted by several things one after another, and in the end, he couldn't hold back the fire. Others said that Boss Feng was very serious in singing. Lang Yu stood not far away and looked at him silently, not even answering the conversation with him. After Feng Shangyuan had trained a disciple, he threw the red tassel spear back and forth, but it was very difficult. It seemed that he was pondering, and the disciples could not guess him. in this play.
Others don't understand, they don't understand Feng Shangyuan's stubbornness, but Li Langyu took a look and knew it all. He sneered slightly, with irony, and then took a long spear from the weapon rack beside him and used the same The movement, let the people around him see clearly, including Feng Shangyuan. Feng Shangyuan was stunned for a moment, and when he regained his senses, his face paled, he caught up with him in just a few steps, and suddenly grabbed Li Langyu's wrist and said, "You, where did you learn it! Who taught you!"
Li Langyu looked down at the trembling hand, and as expected, took advantage of the situation to put on a naive and straightforward smile, and threw a black pot at a distance of ten miles, "I watched Fourth Master play once or twice at home, and thought it was fun, He taught me."
Chapter thirty one
Feng Shangyuan choked, this makes sense. Except for Cheng Hanliang, no one should use this trick again. He paused for a moment and slowly let go, his face still pale, avoiding Li Langyu's inquiring sight like a moth to avoid fire, and was alone. He walked away, staggering, and a disciple helped him, Feng Shangyuan took a hand, walked five steps, then turned back slowly, gave Li Langyu a complicated look, and said nothing.
Li Langyu put the spear back in place, holding a calm face, but wanted to laugh. The move just now was his father's original move when he sang "Wu Zixu". It was used to walk on the stage. After all, Feng Shangyuan is a pitiful person with a dark heart. He took someone else's gun and learned other people's moves. He is persistent to this day. First stage? Great first!
That night, the Feng family class lit a fire and set up a feast. After all, there were many foreign guests, and the past few days were really hard, and the progress would be even more tense soon, so I took this opportunity to give a thank you. Everyone ate to their heart's content, and Li Langyu was among them. Although there was wine, not many people drank it, and most of them were gentle.
Li Langyu was close to several seniors, but from time to time he glanced at Feng Shangyuan. It was him who was the host, and he was the one who was the most unhappy. He drank a lot of stuffy wine. After the servants cleaned up the table and chopsticks, it was already dark, with lanterns hanging on the high floor, and the courtyard was very bright. The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, and the disciples gradually returned to the room. Li Langyu saw Feng Shangyuan sitting alone at the stone table with his head bowed, so he approached to take a look.
"Master Feng, but what's wrong?"
Feng Shangyuan lifted his face from his arm socket, his drunk cheeks and his eyes were distracted, as if he had drunk too much.
"It's a little cold at night, let me help you into the house."
He shook his head, held on to the brown porcelain wine bottle, and took a few sips to himself before slowly reciting, "I'm fifty-three this year, fifty-three, I'm not young anymore."
Li Langyu immediately sat down, and then the other party's words comforted: "What about fifty-three, Feng Banzhu is a longevity person."
Feng Shangyuan showed a sad expression, and his eyes were a little wet, "No, in three years, no, maybe in less than three years, I will not be able to sing anymore, my voice is not good, and I am old." Three hundred and sixty lines, there is no escape. All are age.
Li Langyu was silent for a while, and then said, "There is still an apprentice, so you don't need to worry too much."
"Apprentice?" Feng Shangyuan laughed mockingly at himself, his expression was very terrified, Li Langyu remembered how he looked when he met him, a bit sinister as a white-faced scholar, and a bit rotten as a hundred-footed worm, in short, it was different from the present, "Although I After accepting so many people, but I can't find a favorite to inherit my family, it is estimated that I have no chance."
He took a sip of wine and said in a different way: "And Ganer, his mother died early, I spoiled him, but let him become like this, I want to control him, but I can't, why doesn't he let me worry Point, but also got infected with that kind of thing, he, he... it's all retribution!"
Li Langyu heard him say "retribution" and asked, "What retribution?"
Feng Shangyuan began to whimper in a play style. If others heard it, they would think it was a little fake. He took a few mouthfuls of strong wine, panted, tightened his arms, but looked into the distance, "It can't be compared, Can't compare..." He repeated these words, very sad, "I saw it at first, and I knew that I couldn't compare, this life is almost over, and I still can't catch up with him..."
Li Langyu was silent, staring at him, and after waiting for a while, the other party suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up, as if returning to the light, and said, "I must sing this scene well and loudly. Liang, when the singing is over, there will be nothing to entangle me. At that time, I will still be the first person in the Peiping troupe, and only me will be remembered." Feng Shangyuan began to burst into laughter, this madness of crying and laughing. Some madmen, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, the whole person is divided into two halves. Suddenly, he stopped laughing and covered his head, his eyebrows were knitted together, and he stopped talking, as if he was stuck in the middle of the road.
"Medicine, medicine..." He stretched out his hand and scratched, motioning for Li Langyu to help him.
Li Langyu lowered his eyelids and thought for a while before asking him where the medicine was. He reached into his pocket, and Li Langyu took it out for him in advance, and handed two aspirin to him. Feng Shangyuan opened his eyes with difficulty, saw the enlarged face in front of him, and suddenly pushed Li Langyu away like a demon.
He shivered and pointed his index finger at Li Langyu, stood up and stepped back, breathing even more rapidly, "Yes, it's you... it's you! You're back!"
"It's me." Li Langyu said with a plan, "I have never done anything wrong in my life, and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. After all these years, have you slept soundly?"
Feng Shangyuan's pupils were straight, and he covered half of his face with his hands and said, "You, don't look for me."
"Who am I going to look for if I don't look for you? It's you who framed it? It's you who set the fire? It's you who stole the silver gun? Who do you think I'm looking for!" Li Langyu pressed step by step.
The long and narrow figure was stretched on the flat ground, and a cold wind blew hurriedly. Feng Shangyuan turned around suddenly, with cold sweat on his forehead, "You shouldn't just look for me! You should also look for your good apprentice! Your most important apprentice sold you and got a promotion, you should go to him!"
Li Langyu felt inexplicable anger surging in his chest, he rushed forward and clasped Feng Shangyuan's neck tightly, pressing him on the stone table, "What did he do, tell me, what did he do!"
Feng Shangyuan stretched his neck and tried to break free, his voice was like a candle that was clearly extinguished, intermittently, "He, he, in order to save...
A splash of cold water is poured down as scheduled, and it will be cool in the spring night. Li Langyu's eyes were full of fire, but his heart was full of ice. He stood in a daze, and unknowingly let go of Feng Shangyuan. The dry cough revolved around the auricle, and there was always a little man in his heart, looking forward to an answer that he couldn't even tell himself, but this little man was crushed, like crushing ants, just now. Li Langyu turned his gaze back to Feng Shangyuan, he was really old and coughed very pitifully, but so what. He picked up the wine bottle, poured the rest of the wine into the other party, and got drunk.
The next morning, Feng Shangyuan woke up from the bed with an abnormal headache. After taking a few pills, he only got better. Li Langyu sent him a sober soup and asked him about last night. He was suspicious, and he forgot the details. What happened, Li Langyu breathed a sigh of relief. But this matter is not completely useless. Humans are suspicious animals, and when they do something wrong, their conscience is disturbed. Feng Shangyuan is an old stubborn, and he still believes in the old school of ghosts and gods. Li Langyu secretly thought that he could do something about this in the future.
After noon, the Feng family received a call from Cheng Mansion, asking Li Langyu to go back for dinner today.