His back was cold and numb, until he walked out of the room, the sun pierced his eyes, his vision was blurred for a while, and he couldn't tell the north and south. Swallow him little by little.
Qiao Guanglin let him go. Since he has already understood the meaning, he can't say it too clearly, and leaving three points in vain can slowly torture people.
When Yueqiao went to get the newspaper, she saw Li Langyu standing in front of the gate. She hadn't seen him for several months. With so many things happening recently, she couldn't help shouting excitedly. Li Langyu came to look for Cheng Lan, Yue Qiao took him directly into the study.
Everywhere in the house was covered with a layer of gray cloth to prevent dust from falling, and everyone in the family was in a low mood. Even if the charcoal fire was lit, it was still very cold. The moment he saw Cheng Lan, he felt that he had a thousand words in his heart, but not a single word came out of his mouth. Qiao Guanglin's words hinted at this, and announced that things were starting to deviate from the original trajectory. Lan chose to speak first: "He explained everything before he left, and told me everything."
Li Langyu was stunned for a moment, and before he could swallow it, it hung in his throat.
"But I don't remember, but I believe what he said." She followed the gaze of the person in front of her, looking for similarities from that face. Yueqiao said that they were married, so it wasn't a joke.
Li Langyu lowered her head and said, "It's my fault. When he opened his mouth, he wanted to change his name, but finally decided to hide in his belly.
"When I knew it, I really couldn't accept it for a long time. I thought it was absurd, sad and ridiculous, but now I can't." Cheng Lan stroked his forehead and touched his ear, a bit like the kind of old gentleman measuring bones , "I don't remember what happened ten years ago, but I can forget the bad things. They say that brothers and sisters have similar browbones, but you are much taller than me. People with high browbones have many twists and turns. These ten years The hardships were originally suffered by you and me, but now you take my share together, I blamed you before, but now I don't."
The relationship between the two has gone from being familiar to being unfamiliar, and then to the "familiarity" at the moment. In any case, they have their own debts in their hearts. It can't turn into a family dispute like ordinary siblings, and it can't be like an outsider. It's just not so good. It was a piece of limestone that fell off the wall. Maybe it could be repaired again tomorrow, but maybe the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... Li Langyu didn't know.
Before he came, he prepared a lot of things to tell Cheng Lan along the way. Countless imaginary pictures flashed in his mind, but they didn't work. Cheng Lan didn't blame him. It was the truth, but there was nothing more.
"You can go to the Bodhisattva Temple when you have time. He has left some things for you, and it's with Master Suzhen."
"Okay, I remember, you are precious."
Li Langyu walked out of Cheng's house, and Yueqiao sent him to the street. It was getting dark, and he didn't read the most affectionate address to Cheng Lan.
chapter forty seven
Three days later, in the early morning, when the sky was not yet bright, Li Langyu came to the Bogan Temple. Master Suzhen and his disciples were reciting the morning sutra. Xiang listened to the lectures, and they carried baskets containing handmade steamed buns, flower rolls and other pasta, and distributed them to everyone during the fasting time.
When Master Suzhen came over, he handed him a multi-grain steamed bun. He was not hungry, so he gave it to the little novice who was knocking on the wooden fish next to him. The two went to the inner hall, and Suzhen sent a disciple to find Cheng Hanliang's Hundred Wishes from the row of cabinets. Li Langyu had an impression, and he asked about it when he accompanied Cheng Lan last time.
Inside the box was a stack of white envelopes, well-made, painted with magpies and plums, but without the recipient's name.
"Miss Cheng came here once last week and showed her, but she didn't take it away. She told me to keep it for you."
Li Langyu was a little curious, hesitantly opened the seal, and what caught his eye was the familiar Jieao font, which was indeed written by Cheng Hanliang, the paper was yellow, obviously some years old. He went on line by line—
"In the 28th year of the People's Republic of China, Xinyou year, Yiwei month, a letter from home, everything is fine. This year is troubled by many things, still can't go back to Peiping, Minghua has turned 18, and gave her a bracelet left by her teacher as a birthday gift. Two years have passed. , the search for the book was unsuccessful, there were many wars in various places, and I often encountered refugees. If I saw a 16-year-old homeless boy, I would definitely pay more attention, but I was timid, I hoped it was him, and I was afraid it was him.”
"Yesterday, when I passed through Shanghai, the snow fell. A colleague from Fujian felt fresh. I laughed at him that he had never seen the world. If he came to Beiping, the snow in the outer suburbs would be two feet deep. In winter family banquets, there are always two plates of fish on the table, one is steamed, and the other is sweet and sour. We don’t like sweets, but Ming Shu likes them.”
"Thirty people, come to Guangzhou, there is a lot of gambling here, but there are a lot of strange people. Because he won a stone bet and won a place in the Guangzhou cemetery, Master's ashes can't go back to Peiping, and can only be temporarily here. Later, I encountered a jade business. The boss, sent him to carve the jade pendant, the book is eighteen this year, but at this time, I don't know where, I made a wooden box with jade, engraved with the word 'Qingqing', which means 'the old man returns to the horse to go on a trip to Qingqing', hope all this as I wish."
"Small note. It is deep winter in the south, and the weather is wet and cold. Colleagues complain that the mattress is frozen and it is difficult to sleep at night. In the past year, I have often walked in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and other places, and went to Master's hometown of Anhui for two months. The folk customs are pure and kind. The two stray children have good roots and are good seedlings to come to power, so they sent them to Beiping to settle down, and when they come back, they can be taught."
"Qingming. In the past few years, I have traveled around the four places. I thought of going south and north with my master and brothers when I was young, but my mood is not the same as before. Li San often complained about my indifference and indifference. I have regrets, now that I have entered a lonely place, I don’t know if I can hope for the person I am thinking of. Although things are difficult, there is still hope, I need to encourage myself, and I hope that the old person will be with me and return as soon as possible.”
"People's thirty-six, more than ten years later, the deceased still has no whereabouts. Today, someone invited me to listen to the song, and the song was Gu Zhenguan's "Golden Luscious Song". No matter how good the singing is, it is only the words that hurt people. It is strange to say that now Beiping I live a stable life, but I feel that there is little hope of Ming Shu's return, and I am often afraid of letting down Master's dying entrustment. Meeting each other in life is like a businessman, which probably corresponds to the lyrics: I have been drifting for a long time. …”
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Li Langyu turned down page by page, there were more than a dozen such diaries, each time only five or six lines.
Master Suzhen said that when Cheng Zhongjian came and went, he only offered incense, and did not ask for a lottery.
"why?"
"He said, if you can't ask for it, if you can't let it go, it's better to have no solution."
At the end of last year, Li Langyu had returned. He squeezed the edge of the envelope tightly, and remained silent for a long time. The sound of the morning bell came from a distance, and it struck his heart with a half-century of love.
After saying goodbye to everyone in the temple, Li Langyu went down the mountain along the path. At this time, the sun had just risen to the top of the tower. It was almost eight o'clock. The breakfast shop on the street rolled up the curtains and opened the steamer. , blocking most of the sight.
The owner of the store asked him if he wanted a Lantern Festival, and he said that it was made for his own children temporarily, and there were more to sell. Li Langyu sat in, and a quarter of an hour later, the man brought a bowl full of soft white balls swaying in the clear soup. He took a bite, it was slightly hot, and the sesame filling was very thick. At the end of this bowl of Lantern Festival, there were only six left, but the soup had reached the bottom. He always liked sweets, but today he felt that the sweetness was swirling around in his heart, and instead it was bitter.
The guy filled his bowl with soup and asked if he wanted to pack it. He was already full, but he forced himself to eat three of them, as if he was against himself. At this time, there were crowds of shouts on the street, and people gradually walked out of their homes and came to the breakfast shop one after another. They were talking and laughing, but whose baby cried all night, whose girl married, and every trivial matter in the market is the freshest thing today.
But these new things did not reach Li Langyu's ears. His face was enveloped in a dense cloud of water vapor, and his eyes were wet for some time.
He wept.
A month later, as He Huaichuan said before, there was chaos in Tianjin, which undoubtedly brought pressure to Peiping. Ordinary people could not get out, but rich people tried their best to find a way out through various channels. Li Langyu handed the pass to Bai Jingqiu and asked her to leave in a week, and a friend would come to pick her up.
Bai Jingqiu didn't know his plan and asked, "What about you?"
Li Langyu said with a smile that it was all right, and relieved her that she would meet in a while.
"What about Zhuyue, what should she do?"
There was only one pass, and Li Langyu had done his best. He estimated that Xu Zhenru might not be able to leave, she might follow Qiao Guanglin, so he didn't mention it.
In the chaos in Tianjin, the one who was implicated was Qiao Guanglin. He still had a sullen face, but his drooping eyelids showed the exhaustion of the man in power. He sat on the teacher's chair, and the eyeballs seemed to be glued to their sockets, and it was difficult to rotate. He threw a handful of corn kernels on the ground, and the domestic racing pigeon stopped eating it after taking a bite.
"Poor beasts, they don't even want to eat food from the north." Qiao Guanglin spat at the pigeon and scolded it with a smile. After a while, he suddenly lost his expression and sighed in a low voice, "Beijing can't stay anymore."
Li Langyu asked, "Where are you going then?"
Qiao Guanglin raised his head, thinking about the word "where to go", and said lightly: "Don't talk about Peiping, the mainland can't stay."
According to rumors, some people in the education and economic circles have taken their children to overseas places such as Cambodia and Vietnam. Li Langyu guessed that Qiao Guanglin also wanted to leave, but with his identity here, he was in an embarrassing situation.
"Why don't you go?"