Little by little, he moved to the man in front of him. The dim light from outside the car fell into this small space, shaking like a heartbeat.
He couldn't speak, as if he had lost the ability to speak, and he was full of scattered emotions, but he couldn't talk about it.
But Cheng Hanliang let go of his hand first, turned to another topic, and said, "Secretary Yu told me just now that the future is terrible, you reminded him of something when he was young." He raised his eyes and gave a deep look To Li Langyu, he said, "Although there are many things in the world that are more meaningful than living, the premise is that you must live."
"So you are too?" Li Langyu asked back.
Cheng Hanliang was slightly stunned. After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "What are you expecting me to tell you?"
"You..." Li Langyu turned her face away sullenly, put the other party behind her, frowned and only looked out the window. After turning two or three street corners, he suddenly lost again - what's the point of being angry just now? It is inexplicable.
"You brought Mr. Huang Zhong here, right?" he asked Cheng Hanliang.
The other party simply "um", counted as a response.
This is reasonable, such a clever time, such a clever person, only he can invite him to move. But Li Langyu didn't want to admit that he was borrowing his light, and he didn't want to say thank you, so it was strange, so he simply blamed the housekeeper Zhang - this old Pixiu old spirit who is so rude, saying in front of him all day long. Afraid of letting Cheng Hanliang know, he didn't let it go, and he turned his head and changed the direction of the wind.
But housekeeper Zhang, who was driving the car in front, didn't know at this time that he had been given the three top hats of Pixiu.
"Speaking of which, I've always wanted to ask you something." Cheng Hanliang said to him at this time, "What job do you want to do in the future? School teacher, news agency editor or personnel bureau clerk?"
"I don't go to these places." Li Langyu's eyelashes were slightly blinked, and her retort was a little deliberate, "I plan to go to the external affairs department of the bank."
Cheng Hanliang pursed his lips, and said after five seconds, "The job of showing up is restless and a little oily."
Li Langyu raised his nose and snorted proudly: "That's you, the times are different, you cross a ditch in three years, climb a mountain in five years, General Cheng, spread your fingers and count the number between us. It's not a ditch or a mountain..."
It's just a person, but it's just a knife in your heart, and he will too.
"You little..." The voice was cut off abruptly, and Cheng Zhongjian didn't scolded the last sentence "the bastard, the bastard, the bastard", but the housekeeper Zhang interjected - "Then according to what the uncle said, my old Zhang is with you. Isn't the difference one hundred and eight thousand miles?"
"That's not true, but the earth is round, and we can still connect with each other. I'm afraid that those who are short of Sigou and Liangshan can only rest on the halfway."
After hearing this, Butler Zhang couldn't help laughing, as if he didn't care about his master, and Li Langyu laughed along with him.
The car was filled with youthful joy and excitement, but what Li Langyu didn’t know was that Cheng Hanliang was really thinking about the four ditches—one was the grudges of the years, the other was the friendship of the old people. One bears the responsibility of a brother for ten years, and the other hides the embarrassment at the moment.
All became the last twelve years.
This journey took about an hour, and the final destination was a courtyard near the city, surrounded by towering old trees and no dust.
"Where is this?" Li Langyu asked as he got out of the car.
"The place I've always wanted to show you." Cheng Hanliang replied to him.
The three entered the courtyard, and the air was filled with the smell of rice after the fire was set on fire. Butler Zhang greeted a few older women out of the house, all dressed as servants of the Cheng family.
Going forward, near the middle door, Li Langyu heard the sound of weapons banging.
"Go in and see?"
Li Langyu did as he did, opened the door, and stopped.
There are seven or eight children in the middle yard, the youngest being five years old and the oldest no more than fourteen, all dancing with guns and sticks, practicing walking.
"This, this is..." Li Langyu's eyes suddenly widened and his lips moved. Others can't see it, but he will never see it wrong.
Cheng Hanliang didn't answer him, but called the eldest child over.
"Hello, Master Cheng!"
Hearing this title, Li Langyu looked at Cheng Hanliang in confusion.
"Have you taken good care of your younger siblings?"
"Yes, Xiao Shitou had a cold and a fever earlier, we bought medicine, thanks to Aunt Ding and Aunt Sun for helping to cook, and now the illness is healed. Girl Yue's shoes are broken, and after telling Butler Zhang, they are now buying new ones. Now, there are Tong Zi, Xiaoqiu, Liu'er, who have been practicing their homework these days."
Cheng Hanliang smiled with satisfaction: "What about you? Have you missed your homework?"
"Does Master Cheng want to check?"
"This brother wants to see, you show him a hand." Cheng Hanliang drew Li Langyu close to him, and did not intend to explain.
The boy bowed to Li Langyu and said, "I'm good at stick dramas. Which part would my brother want to watch?"
"Just when you entered the door, the part you practiced."
Li Langyu is talking about "Qionglin Banquet". I saw the boy fixed his posture, raised his left hand, held a stick in his right hand, and walked around in a half circle, followed by a series of horizontal flips, playing a "stick flower".
The strength is very full, and the moves are stable - the basic skills are good.
"Brother, how's it going?" The boy stood still and ran to him.
"Did Master Cheng teach it?" Li Langyu asked, who nodded.
In fact, as soon as he entered the door, he found out that it is not surprising that there is such a guess.
Cheng Hanliang asked the child to go back first, and when he turned his head, he saw Li Langyu's downcast eyes, and said, "Is there anything you want to ask?"
Li Langyu raised his head, his rolling lacquer eyes shone slightly, and he didn't know what his emotions were. He asked—do you remember
Also asked - why do you remember
He thought that for so many years, Cheng Hanliang had long since forgotten everything that the Fu family had given him.
It is said that one generation does one generation of things, three hundred and sixty lines, and it is passed down from generation to generation, and the fire never goes out. In Fu Pinghui's time, he had to make a living, and had to have a door to take care of the house, but Li Langyu was different from his father. When he was young, he just thought it was fun to listen to people sing opera. it is good.
Fortunately, Fu Pinghui has many apprentices, and he did not point to his own children to take over the mantle, but this "fortunate" was not spared in the end.
"These children are all orphans. I see that they are pitiful and unable to go to school. It is better to teach them something while they are young."
Li Langyu was not satisfied with the answer of avoiding important things and taking them lightly, so he asked, "Is it because of guilt?"
Cheng Hanliang said with a slightly contemptuous smile: "Let's think so."
Li Langyu took a deep breath and said in a high voice, "Didn't you say you don't regret it?" He remembered the question and the cold answer on that rainy day.
After the two looked at each other for a while, Cheng Hanliang reached out and pinched a strand of hair on top of Li Langyu's head, and slowly the corners of his mouth curled into a gentle arc, "Probably after you came back, you regretted it a little."
Casually, it seems true and false.
Sunlight poured down from the gaps between the leaves, smoke from the chimneys, the sound of the wind, the chirping of birds, and what else was quietly breaking the ground.
Li Langyu held the hand above his head, and there was a calm undercurrent in the depths of his eyes. He took a step forward, approached Cheng Hanliang's ear, and spit out two words - "Coward."
Chapter thirty seven
In the middle of spring, the wind is good, and the art exhibition in Peiping is finally coming.
From Qinchun Garden to Gulou Street, firecracker chips from several miles of road float on the roof. The Cheng family reserved a seat in the garden. Li Langyu looked around and saw that they were all famous businessmen. The seat in the center was reserved for Secretary Yu Hezhang.
Feng Shangyuan's show is the finale. Before putting on makeup, he dresses very carefully, but his face is very ugly.
Li Langyu asked his disciples all the way, only to find out that the fortune-telling was not going well this morning, and Feng Shangyuan threw the cup three times in a row, all of which were yin cups. It's no wonder that people who eat on the stage usually have to ask questions during big performances. Three Yin Cups means that the gods and Buddhas are not allowed, but this art exhibition is not like a normal performance.
Cheng Hanliang was next to a director of the Guangdong Provincial Bank. The two were chatting vigorously. Li Langyu quietly left his seat while he was not paying attention, and went all the way to the backstage of the performance.
Backstage people come and go, in and out, all dressed in fancy clothes and painted with powder, blending into a messy "Ukiyo-e". Feng Shangyuan stood in front of a table, he didn't change his clothes, he only had a white background, but no matter how thick his makeup was, he couldn't stop his anger. smooth things over.
"Where's Wu Cheng, where did Wu Cheng go!" Feng Shangyuan called out a person's name at this time.
"Master, Wu Cheng said he had stomach troubles, and it hasn't stopped since morning."
"This shit is off the chain!" Feng Shangyuan scolded secretly, and sent someone to urge him again and again, and after an hour, he had to play. The room seemed to be set on fire, and it was sultry and sultry.
"Master Feng, let me take his place." Li Langyu stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of Feng Shangyuan.
"You?" Feng Shangyuan felt incredulous, and the surrounding apprentices also began to whisper.
"Yes. To tell you the truth, when I practiced in the backyard some time ago, I also watched it several times. Wu Cheng's appearance at Wenzhaoguan was a guard official. He didn't speak much, and his movements were not complicated. Put out the fire, if Class Master Feng doesn't believe me, I'll show you a paragraph now."
Feng Shangyuan asked him to try it, and the result was that the words were correct, and the walking was correct.
"Master, let him go!"
"Yes, Lao Feng, I can't wait now..."
The persuasion around him became louder and louder. Feng Shangyuan gritted his teeth, feeling faintly evil, but he had no other option at the moment, so he opened his throat and said, "Wu Qu, bring him to put on makeup.