, his eyes drifted to the other side, Qiao Guanglin took out the gun from his waist, stuffed it into his hand, and said warmly, "It's best for you to do this yourself."
Li Langyu was startled, and looked down at the rigid body of the gun, only to feel that it was a piece of coke spewing red flames, burning the palm of his hand. He threw it back to the other side and said no.
Qiao Guanglin smacked his lips, laughing at his clumsy lies, "Didn't he teach you? Lian Manke told me." Li Langyu frowned without saying a word. Family revenge? This is a good opportunity, why did you give up so easily after waiting for ten years?"
Li Langyu turned her head and said coldly, "Don't you want to admit that you have a selfishness in this?"
"You're right, but it's good for you and me." Qiao Guanglin narrowed his eyes, seeing his stubborn appearance, he simply took back his "red face" mask, "Recently, the workers recruited at home are not working hard, I always feel that there is another clue, eh, Do you know the woman surnamed Bai in the kitchen?"
Hearing this, Li Langyu's heart immediately became a ball of dehydrated wet cloth. Qiao Guanglin knew that he was holding the snake's seven inches, so he slowly made a silent gesture, and then said: "Don't be nervous, it's nothing, just let her continue working in the kitchen, mainly because Zhenru is not a child. She is sensible and used to being arrogant on weekdays, she can't hide such a little secret." With a sigh, he put the gun back into Li Langyu's hand and let him hold it with five fingers.
Li Langyu was silent, his feet were a little unstable, it seemed that the floor was falling apart, he no longer felt the heat in his palms, he only felt that he was holding a lazy thin-tailed snake. It is quiet now, but the next second, it is uncertain You will suddenly bite yourself.
chapter forty five
Cheng Hanliang had a long dream, which seemed to be a long time ago.
In the seventh year of the Republic of China, he escaped from a small village and fell to the ground, with marks of fists and feet on his body, and a crude dagger hidden in his arms, which he picked up from a blacksmith. Then he vaguely heard someone shouting the word "Master", his vision was blurred, several people surrounded him, one of them fed him saliva and carried him into the house. When he woke up, he found that he was in a troupe. The person who rescued him was the troupe here. He was very young, probably less than twenty. His surname was Fu and his name was Fu Pinghui.
The first to discover him was the class leader's eldest apprentice, named Zhou Huaijing, who looked like a reliable elder brother. There were two people next to him, one was shy and liked to make fun of people, and the other was simple and reckless. Known as "Ye Er" and "Li San".
Fu Pinghui asked him if he had a place to go, and if he didn't, would he like to stay and be his apprentice. He nodded and agreed, so he went to the teacher and changed his name. The team was very small, and Fu Pinghui didn't have many apprentices at that time. He said: "I like to take the name backwards, 'Beautiful Days', you are lucky, you can get the first character."
Fu Pinghui taught him every step of the way, and let him take the stage at the end of the second year. Eight or nine-year-old children learn things quickly, but their singing and walking are rare and stable. The youth and maturity are reflected incisively and vividly in him. The audience feels fresh, but the only thing is not good. The thing is, this child is young and has a very cold temper, unlike Fu Pinghui's other apprentices, who know Bo Xiao when the show is over.
Li San was the same age as him, and complained that he was pretending to be on the air and didn't know how to earn more money for his master. Fu Pinghui didn't care. Different disciples had different teaching methods. That year, Cheng Hanliang pressed the stage for the first time, and Fu Pinghui sent a piece of uncut white jade as a blessing, which means "Pure jade and gold, deep treasure".
Those few years were really happy, like the sweet juice flowing out of sugar cane, mixed with 30% white water, and the heart and spleen were refreshed. Later, Fu Pinghui decided to settle in Peiping, and the entire troupe gradually ended the life of traveling south and north. Cheng Hanliang returned to Peiping at the age of eighteen. Ask him, is there anything he likes
He simply said, sing with the master.
Fu Pinghui shook his head and said, you treat it as a livelihood, this is not liking.
They were sitting on the top of a mountain in Peiping, the foot of the mountain was haunted by the white mist, and the lush woods and houses were hidden in the white.
Fu Pinghui asked, what did you see
Cheng Hanliang was puzzled and threw the question back to him. Fu Pinghui's reply was - something precious.
"People need to have the courage to be alone, have a heart of compassion, and have a lifetime of reading."
Cheng Hanliang wrote down these words. At that time, he was arrogant. He was as cold as a knife, and he didn't think about it. He only felt that his life was long or short, and only his master and his fellow disciples could help him find a place to return.
When the dream progressed here, some pictures flashed quickly, time passed by in the blink of an eye, and finally stopped in front of a door. Cheng Hanliang walked in and saw Fu Pinghui's back. The room was dark and unclear. Turning back, then, there were noisy voices from outside, coming from all directions, one after another, "traitors" and "traitors", hitting like a torrent...
He remembered where it was.
A few wooden beams fell, a fire broke out outside the house, and the sound of crackling collapsed one after another. He hurried to help Fu Pinghui, but the other party clasped his wrist and knelt down firmly.
Cheng Hanliang was shocked, he also knelt down and called "Master" again. Fu Pinghui's face seemed to be ten years older at this time, and his eyes were haggard. He asked a long-standing question - what is the most important thing in a person's life
Cheng Hanliang once answered when he was young - life. When he escaped from death, he wanted to survive. However, Fu Pinghui said that even if you live a hundred years, a lifetime of depression is no different from death.
Now, this question is thrown before him again, Cheng Hanliang said: "It's the name of the word."
Fu Pinghui shook his head: "Dying for the sake of the name, have you ever thought about your life?" He looked back at the tablet on the table, and said sadly: "I started studying art by myself and came to Peiping for more than 30 years. Seeing the team grow slowly, the journey is hard, and it is more than just me."
"Today, everyone outside is scolding my Fu family. Even if you and I both know that you are innocent, it is still difficult to defend yourself. Your wife and sister are willing to die with me, and all the disciples are unwilling to leave. Although I have a clear conscience, but In the end, I am unwilling. So far, there are only two things I can't let go of. One is Minghua Mingshu, they are still young and should not suffer this death;
When Fu Pinghui said this, the flames rushed into the sky and illuminated half of the room. His temples were not much white, but they reflected a sad white in the cross-flowing flames. Cheng Hanliang knelt beside him and asked, what does the master want me to do
"Our industry is nothing but the scenery on the stage, the big curtains are combined, and who can know that the generations have passed down the fire? It is said that the son inherits the father's business, but it is too difficult. I slowly explored it myself, I really don't want to understand Shu also suffers from this crime. Huaijing is a prudent person, but he always has scruples in his actions. Although Renmei is talented, he is too casual. Nianchen does things according to his will and is determined not to seek perfection. Therefore, Hanliang, you can say that I am selfish. , but I only have you now."
"I know this will make you unkind and unjust, but the truth will come to light one day. Master is old, and I can't admit this stigma, so you can do the difficult things."
Fu Pinghui looked at him with exhausted eyes, filled with bleak defeats, which became the end of memories in the dark night.
Three hundred and sixty lines, one party finished singing and one family came on stage, and generations of people were rowing against the current, but in the end, they just returned to the starting point, and handed it over to the next generation like a idiot moving a mountain.
That night, the gunshots were endless, and the night sky was filled with smoke, like the sharp claws of beasts piercing the clouds in the sky, Fu Pinghui sang the last song of his life - "Looking home, going to Luyao, who do you think your mother and wife will rely on? Where is the wife's family now? Lao Xuantang is afraid of mourning. Hard work! The kindness of my parents is hard to repay, howling! Sigh how the heroic spirit will disappear? Sigh how the heroic spirit will disappear..."
Cheng Hanliang woke up from the dream, the lights in the house flashed, it was calm, there was no fire, and there was no old friend, only the crow outside the window occasionally chirped twice, he walked out, the sun pulled his shadow into the distance, the time was at this moment As if it was extended indefinitely, someone opened the car door for him. After waiting for a long time, he clutched the jade pendant on his chest and heard some voices from a long time ago, which came from his heart, still burning hot.
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Li Langyu has been sitting in the hotel room for two hours. It is now 4:30. He has only 30 minutes left. Qiao Guanglin put the gun next to the telephone, like a jailer monitoring his actions. Every time the second hand on the wall took a step, the sound echoed in the room, like a countdown to death. He buried his head, and he could clearly feel that the inside of his brain was as cold as sea water.
The phone rang ten minutes later with a sharp, bayonet-like stab in the heart. Li Langyu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, walked to the window and picked up the receiver. There was a hoarse voice on the opposite side. Qiao Guanglin told him that someone had arrived.
Li Langyu looked across the street, there was an old house on the other side of the street, and no one was there all the year round, and at this time, he saw Cheng Hanliang and appeared there.
Li Langyu groaned in his heart, the skin on the back of his hand was pale, and there were faint blue veins. Qiao Guanglin probably guessed what he looked like at this time, saying that there is a first time for everything.
"Where's Aunt Bai?" Li Langyu asked. The other party tied him with Bai Jingqiu and forced him to jump on the "cliff".
"It's cooking soup in the kitchen. You finish your work before five o'clock, and you can still catch up with the heat when you come back."
It was already very cold at the end of October, the strong wind slashed his face, Li Langyu's hands and feet were cold, and he dialed a series of numbers.
"Beep" three times, Cheng Hanliang walked to the window, closed the curtain, turned sideways, and connected