Matrilocal Marriage

Chapter 52: Festival

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Qiao Guanglin laughed, his expression was the same as looking at the pigeon.

"My home is here, unlike some people."

"Little calf, who are you insinuating about, why, being a Peiping native still has a sense of superiority?" Qiao Guanglin pouted, thinking he was pretending to be aloof, "Everyone is good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, not to mention others, so is your grandfather. A person who dislikes the poor and loves the rich.”

This means that Li Langyu's father, in fact, Fu Pinghui's family background in southern Anhui is not bad, three generations of Huizhou merchants, but he changed his way to learn opera. Li Langyu understood the "rich", but did not know who the "poor" he was talking about.

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Qiao Guanglin held the hand-warming stove in his arms, as if he didn't intend to dig deeper into this topic, "Yesterday when you were away, a servant from the Cheng family came to look for you, and that girl Cheng Lan seems to be leaving Peiping."

Li Langyu was shocked and didn't react at all. She didn't mention this when she met Cheng Lan last time. "When did you leave?"

"At noon today, the train is about to leave now."

At Peiping Station, groups of people carrying boxes and sacks desperately squeezed onto the train. The door of each carriage was surrounded by water. The announcer broadcasted the rules of order for half an hour, but no one was listening. The whistle kept blowing, unable to suppress the scene at all. In the end, the conductor took a dozen people and used force to stop the chaos.

After the train left, the platform was in a mess. The noisy crowd just now was like boiling water, and it returned to calm after being taken off the stove. Cheng Lan dragged her luggage and sat on the bench. She had checked her watch five times, but all the strange faces came to the door.

The lights were on in the distance, and the next bus was coming to the station. There were only about twenty people in the station, and a fruit seller asked Cheng Lan what the girl was doing in Shandong. There was still a commotion there, and now everyone went to the southern coastal cities.

Cheng Lan said that leaving Beiping is the same everywhere.

Apart from her university in Nanjing, she doesn't go much to other places in China, but being weak doesn't mean her heart is sick. She wants to see places other than Peiping, but she never had the chance before.

The train stopped ten minutes later, and Cheng Lan looked back at the door again, but still did not wait for the figure. She came to the seat and took out a piece of paper from her pocket, which was the sign she had asked for earlier, "Look at Zhu Chengbi, seek immortals and ask Buddha, wrong, wrong, wrong!" She even said that the score was exactly the same.

The conductor blew his whistle and all the doors of the carriages were closed. When the time came, the train started slowly. Cheng Lan tore the ticket into pieces and stretched it out of the window. Boundless.

Li Langyu rushed in at this time. He was out of breath, broke away from the ticket inspector and came to the platform. He watched the train start slowly in front of him, and the number of a dozen cars passed by. He stretched his legs and ran forward. chase in the direction.

"Stop him, stop him, he doesn't have a ticket!" Someone shouted from behind, thinking he was going to evade the ticket and get on the bus.

But how can these stop him, that is his only blood relative in Peiping, but now he has to leave this city, and he is no longer needed. The train was getting faster and faster, making his hopes gradually disappear. Finally, in the smoke circling and rising in the distance, he mournfully called out the long-lost name-"Sister, sister!"

However, this inconspicuous affection was still swept away by the fading car honk. Li Langyu stared blankly ahead, the sun was shining brightly, but it couldn't reach him.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when he returned to Qiao's house. There was no one in the hall, and he looked very lonely. He simply ate a few bites of food and went back to his room. It was late at night when I woke up, and the room was completely dark without the lights on. Li Langyu fumbled to find the switch, and suddenly touched something, which was nothing unusual, but the key point was its material and shape. Li Langyu suddenly woke up from the chaos and hurriedly turned on the light.

The room was bright, he looked at the things in his hands, and for a moment he forgot to breathe. At this moment, there seemed to be a little person in his heart, carrying a bucket full of water, stumbling. There was heat in his eyes and heat in the palms of his hands, because the strength of his whole body had returned.

The woven dragonfly quietly landed in the palm of his hand, as if it had flown a long way and finally found its home.

chapter forty eight

The next morning, Li Langyu went straight to the backyard and pulled a few people. He asked who had been to his room yesterday afternoon. Everyone said he didn't pay attention and didn't see it. He was not reconciled and went back to the courtyard. Thinking and blurted out, "Where is Cheng Hanliang?"

Lian Man swept his face with a handkerchief and looked at him with the eyes of a lunatic: "Are you stupid or evil, isn't he dead? It's been more than a month if you count the days."

Li Langyu still refused to give up: "Is he really dead?"

"No, I checked it myself, and I'm out of breath. Besides, don't you know where you shot yourself?"

This sentence shook his guess, but the woven dragonfly in his hand told him that there should be no mistake. Except for Cheng Hanliang, he couldn't think of anyone else who knew about this. "Okay, then tell me where he is buried, Jiugongshan, Baoyunling, or Taiziyu?"

Lian Man was stunned for a moment, and laughed angrily at his serious look, "My God, you still want to open the coffin, if you have the ability to plan all the mountains in Beiping!" She took a step forward, still the same one He looked leisurely, as if he had just picked up a big bargain and listened to a joke for free.

Li Langyu stood in the same place, the winter wind blew off a few leaves and fell to the top of his head. He held the dragonfly tightly. He had the illusion of waking up from a big dream. Hope was like a spark, and it was fleeting. Lived, but it doesn't seem to be there. The road to loneliness has nothing to rely on except this idiocy. He carefully put the dragonfly back in his pocket, took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and told himself that it was not a dead end yet.

A week has passed, and the Qiao family has been fluctuating constantly. First, the backyard cooks left one after another. It is said that they were dismissed. Then some people who were not common came in and out of the hospital in the middle of the night. They moved large and small boxes from the house and did not know where they were going. At this place, the number of people and things in the whole house was gradually decreasing. Qiao Guanglin didn't say any plans, but Sima Zhao's heart was well known to all passersby.

Li Langyu contacted the friend He Huaichuan had introduced to him in advance to help Bai Jingqiu pack the things he needed on the road. But that night, shortly after he went to bed, he heard frogs croaking nearby, three short and long, very regular. . Li Langyu followed the sound and walked out of the door. The surroundings were completely dark and he didn't see anything. At this moment, a stone was thrown over, which seemed to indicate the direction. He came to the bottom of a rockery behind the bedroom and circled for half a circle. Was suddenly pulled to the side. Li Langyu was startled, and when he turned around, he found that it was Xiao Ye who had not seen him for a long time. The other party didn't explain much why he was here, and took him out through the back door. The two turned around a long street, and there was a car parked there.

On the dark street, the weather was extremely cold, and Xiaoye turned on two beams of headlights, illuminating the road ahead in a deserted appearance, and the tree shadows were pulled apart like rubber bands for dozens of meters.

"Master, hurry up and get in the car."

Li Langyu didn't hesitate, just asked, "Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I'll be in charge of picking you up, you'll know when you get there."

At this time, there are still three hours before dawn, the car is going from north to south, all the way, the wind is howling constantly, but the window is closed, all the noise is like a death row in a prison, no matter how terrible it is, it will not affect to him.

Two rows of low-rise old-fashioned bungalows are hidden in the darkness, with occasional lights, and the tones are interlaced, forming an oil painting. They have no bright colors, but they are an ageless dream in the history of Peking. Li Langyu looked out of the window in a trance, and asked Xiaoye how long we will be there. The other party's voice sounded a little floating, but it was happy: "Young master, don't worry, let's keep moving forward."

When the sky was dawn, the car drove to the suburbs. Li Langyu noticed several road signs and realized that it was the direction out of the city. He suddenly had some guesses, his mind became serious, and he asked Xiaoye, "Where are we going?"

Xiaoye thought he was in a hurry, and replied cheerfully: "Go to Guangzhou, let's go to Hebei first, take an overnight train, and we'll be there the day after tomorrow."

Li Langyu immediately grabbed his shoulders and told him to stop, "Where is he?" He asked anxiously, a slight tingling sensation came from the roots of his hair, which fell down his neck and back.

Xiao Ye was startled, and hurriedly braked, asking, who is it

Who else could it be? "Cheng Hanliang! What about others!" Li Langyu almost threw the sentence out.

"Fourth Master... Isn't he dead?" Xiao Ye was grabbed by his collar, his eyes drifted to the right unconsciously, and his voice became quieter halfway through the speech.

Seeing that he was acting deaf and foolish, Li Langyu jumped to the co-pilot position and grabbed his steering wheel, "Drive back, now!"

Xiaoye refused to let go even when he died, and stubbornly said: "No, no, the fourth master has already arranged it before his death. I must send you to Guangzhou, young master, you... don't make it difficult for me."

"I ask you one last time, but I can't answer it!"

"No return!"

Li Langyu was furious in his heart, and punched the opponent fiercely before jumping out of the car. He ran back to the original path, the blood in his bones seemed to have gone through a long hibernation, and now he has revived and flowed all over his body.

He has never been so fortunate. Fortunately, this road is not a dead end.

Outside the city, a large truck was driving smoothly on a remote road. There were more than a dozen people in the car. A tall and thin old gentleman sighed: "The last time I came to Beiping, it was about this time, and it was still snowing. This time the weather Okay, you can walk more."

"Don't worry, the cold has just come, and it will be difficult to go out soon. If you want to change, you'd better wait until after the Spring Festival." The man who said this was a man sitting in the corner, his face was