So that evening, Butler Zhang happily drove over to pick him up. Although it was less than seven days, seeing the familiar people made him feel good.
The black Buick drove near the overpass, and happened to encounter a Dangdang car. He had to wait for a while. Li Langyu simply got out of the car and said to go to the overpass. After the new year, the flyover has lost a lot of excitement compared to before, and there are no entertainers such as juggling. Li Langyu walked all the way, only to see a few stalls selling cloth shoes, jewelry and wooden toys. The sky suddenly turned cloudy, and a few dark clouds moved in in a short while. Some people shouted that it was going to rain, and they had to close the stall quickly.
The spring rain comes frequently and quickly, accompanied by a rustling little overcast wind, which is sticky and cold on the body. The people on the overpass speeded up their running speed. Once the rain started, I didn't know when it would rain. Li Langyu didn't stay much longer, and rushed back with small steps. He happened to see an old gentleman who was closing the stall, wrapping a bunch of things in oil newspapers and putting them in a bag. As a result, it happened to hit a gust of wind, and a few thin newspapers were gone. It was blown away so easily, and it rolled all over the place. The old man hurried to pick it up, the wind was strong, and those things were blown everywhere. Li Langyu didn't think much about it, and bent down to help him. After walking around, he found out that it was the old man who was blasted out of Feng's house that day, and he was selling monkey crafts similar to those under the sunset. .
The speed of the two of them was fast, and this busy work saved a lot of time. Li Langyu handed the thing back to him. The other party stretched out a pair of hands covered with calluses and wounds to pick it up. He bowed his back and thanked him and hurried away Now, Li Langyu looked at his back, touched his pocket, and suddenly found that there was another one—that lame monkey, forgot to give it to him, thinking about it, I can only talk about it later.
When Butler Zhang took him home, Li Langyu walked into the house and saw a young girl who had just come out, carrying a wooden box, and only nodded slightly when they met.
"I'm here to find the fourth master to do business. Uncle, come in quickly."
Li Langyu stepped into the hall. Cheng Hanliang was sitting on the sofa watching the Peiping Daily that day. He didn't lift his eyes, just asked, "Are you back?"
Li Langyu said "um", took off his jacket, sat on the side, and cut a grapefruit with a knife. There was a mounted painting on the coffee table. He tilted his head to look at it, and found that it was not an ordinary painting. It was a small scene of a few craft monkeys anthropomorphizing.
"It's called the Beijing Hairy Monkey." Cheng Hanliang explained.
Li Langyu blinked and turned his gaze towards him.
"I've seen it when I was a child, and I guess it's rare in your generation. The traditional Chinese medicines Cicada slough, Xinyi, Baiji and Mutong are used."
"Why are you here?"
Cheng Hanliang replied: "There is an old man in Tianqiao, and his ancestors have always made a living on this. Peking wants to hold an art exhibition, and the stalls on Gulou Street have long been allocated to some predetermined shops. His home was originally there, but now he was kicked out. "
"How can there be any reason to forcibly drive people out?" Li Langyu couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"In the eyes of outsiders, it is not forcible. There are more monks and less porridge. In addition, there are foreigners who want to share this bowl of meat soup. The jury committee of the art exhibition also accepted the benefits. In the end, he was rejected. What can he say?"
Li Langyu frowned, the reciprocity between officials and businessmen is a matter of course and righteousness. In the general environment, there is a trend, and there is no trend. Those who are abandoned are naturally people who have no support. Although the reason is there, others do not recognize it.
Seeing him pursing his lips, Cheng Hanliang changed the subject and said, "How are you staying at Feng's house?"
"It's okay." Li Langyu retracted his thoughts
"Then what did they teach you?"
"Stick method, walking, plus a little aria." He didn't really want to learn, so he answered very perfunctorily.
Cheng Hanliang didn't care, but said with a smile: "Since you have learned it, let me listen to the sing."
Li Langyu glared at him, and the words were thrown out without thinking: "Why do you want me to sing to you?"
"Then who are you going to sing for?" Cheng Hanliang dug a hole and waited for his answer.
Li Langyu paused for a moment, only to answer: "I can't sing." In a sullen voice.
Cheng Zhongjiang folded up the newspaper and said with a sullen expression on his face: "You are also stupid, you can't even hum a tune, Feng Shangyuan always said in Peiping that he is so famous, and it seems that teaching people is not very good." After he finished speaking, he looked at him again. To Li Langyu, he said slowly, "If you really want to learn, you don't have to ask him, I can teach you."
Li Langyu didn't say anything, meaning that he wanted to hide.
After a long time, Cheng Hanliang said, "I received a notice that this time Secretary-General Yu will come down from above. He is the supervisor of this year's art exhibition. I have met with him a few times, and he is a very decent person."
Li Langyu immediately understood, and continued, "Then..."
"It's useless." Cheng Hanliang cut off his hopes directly, "I want to remind you, don't worry too much about right and wrong during this time, especially the Feng family."
One sentence pierced all his thoughts, Li Langyu narrowed his eyes and crossed his hands: "You don't have to let me take care of it, there is a good way, you write a confession, tell the truth and repent, put it in black and white, and let everyone see it. Clearly. That way, I don't have to mix it up."
Of course, he knew that Cheng Hanliang would never write.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Hanliang raised the corner of his mouth and smiled calmly, "confession, I can write you a copy."
Li Langyu thought it was incredible, but when he saw that the other party really started to write, he was suspicious, and finally took a look:
"Back then, when I was walking in the west of Peiping, I met Xiao Lang, and I was still seven years old. Magnolia tipped her head, and Zhiyuan watched her play. Then I had to leave and chase the peach and willow, and then look back. Beauty leans on the south wind, breaking down all the branches of the city. I am afraid of losing each other when I take deep gratitude. I am looking for a place to return, and I hope that you will live."
The more you read it, the more wrong it becomes, and the more obscene it is.
Cheng Hanliang smiled and watched him turn from curiosity to doubt, to anger to shame, crumpling the piece of paper into a crumpled ball, and throwing the grapefruit peel into the bucket. He said anxiously: "What's the matter with you letting me come back? It's not just a meal, right?"
Cheng Hanliang was slightly startled. In fact, it was really just for a meal, but he didn't admit it. He just said, "Lanlan is going to stay at the Pugan Temple tomorrow, and you can send her off."
Chapter thirty two
The Bodhisattva Temple is on the outskirts of the outer city, and it takes three hours to drive there. The abbot is Master Suzhen, who breaks the fast and recites scriptures during the annual temple fair, and provides rice porridge to some refugees. The back row of the temple is a public house. The construction and repair costs come from donated incense money. There are a group of homeless children living in it.
Cheng Lan sent two stacks of books and some vegetable seeds. There was a vegetable garden by the river, which was taken care of by the monks in the temple.
Li Langyu opened a few books, all of which were simple Tang poetry, character recognition and arithmetic, and asked, "Are you going to teach them?"
Cheng Lan nodded and said: "Master Suzhen will also help, those children are very poor, they have no family and no relatives, and they can't be cured if they fall ill when they are wandering outside. Fortunately, the monks here are willing to take them in. Some of them are almost nine years old. I just wanted to get them to read."
According to Cheng Hanliang, Cheng Lan would go to the Bogan Temple at this time of the year for about two months. The abbots and monks here have always had a good relationship with the Cheng family. The two came to the gate of the temple, and several monks saw Cheng Lan and brought them inside familiarly. Butler Zhang sent his luggage to the monk and stayed in the car to wait.
Cheng Lan took Li Langyu to the residence first, and found that several wives had also come and made jujube buns together. The children were very happy to see Cheng Lan and pestered her to tell stories. A large group of people said There was a laugh, Li Langyu was sitting next to them, and it was not easy to intervene in the topic between women. Occasionally, some wives teased him about husband and wife matters.
After eating something to satisfy his hunger, Li Langyu went to the backyard with Cheng Lan. There was a hundred-year-old pine tree, and a monk was sweeping the floor. He looked more prestigious than the others. Cheng Lan called him "Master Suzhen", who turned out to be the abbot of this Bodhisattva Temple.
After the three chatted for a while, they entered the inner hall. Cheng Lan wanted to take Li Langyu to ask for the signature, but Li Langyu sighed and said that there was nothing to ask for. It's not that he doesn't want anything, it's that he doesn't believe it. It's a matter of human effort, and it won't change because of the quality of the signature.
Master Suzhen smiled and said, "It's a good thing for young people not to believe in fate."
"Sorry, it's abrupt." After all, it's someone else's temple, so it's always out of place to talk about this.
Li Langyu walked around the inner hall and found a tall and long cabinet standing on the right wall, which was filled with drawers of the same size, and each drawer had a name on it.
Li Langyu asked, what is this.
Master Suzhen replied, "The Hundred Wishes Box contains the wishes of the donors. At the beginning of the year, the disciples in the monastery helped to sort them out. Most of them were placed in separate boxes, and the rest were in the last column."
Li Langyu looked over in a row, and suddenly found Cheng Hanliang's name, about seven rows and twenty-two columns. "Master Cheng also comes here often?"
"He always accompanied Miss Cheng when she came here."
Li Langyu couldn't help but wonder what Cheng Hanliang would put in that box, whether he was asking for a lifetime of blessings, a hundred years of longevity, or for Cheng Lan. Both are possible. He suddenly wanted to find out, but this eagerness to understand didn't know where to start.
About ten minutes later, Cheng Lan came to him, her face not as relaxed as before. Li Langyu noticed this and first said goodbye to Su Zhendao and took her out of the temple gate.
The two walked to their residence, and there was no one around. Li Langyu asked tentatively, "Why did you stop talking all of a sudden, isn't it a good sign?"
Cheng Lan hesitated for a moment and said, "It's nothing, I'm asking for my family's livelihood. It's a bit of a twist when it comes to unwinding the contract."
"What's this? They say that they believe in good things, and they don't believe in bad things. If one sign can predict everything, then people's struggles and struggles will not be.