"…!!"
"what?!"
When Duan Yihan came out holding the pipa, it was the Wuling boy who was fighting over his head, and the red silk was uncountable. That peerless and elegant singer was actually his mother
"My mother got acquainted with Nangong Yan, the ninth city lord of Confucianism Gate, by chance. He knows some poems and songs, has a sweet mouth, and looks handsome." Mo Ran paused, "My mother sees I walked away and fell in love with this person."
Xue Meng couldn't help shaking his head and muttered: "How is it possible..."
"How can Nangong Yan refuse when a beautiful woman throws her arms in her arms." Mo Ran said, "But after all, he has status and status, and he dare not tell a Leling about his true situation at will. He lied to my mother and said that he He is a businessman from Linyi, and he lives here as a guest."
"This... Anyway, we've made up our minds, and we've been in touch day and night, isn't your mother aware of it?"
Mo Ran sneered: "If she noticed, there would not be so many things later. Nangong Yan is very good at making up lies, not to mention that he only lived in Xiangtan for a short period of time, and my mother didn't have time to discover his roots. Later, A letter came from Linyi. After receiving the mysterious letter, Nangong Yan left Xiangtan in a hurry."
"Didn't your mother ask him where he was going?"
"He left in the middle of the night, and he didn't even say goodbye to my mother. They were married couples for several months. In the end, Nangong Yan only left a stack of silver leaves and a piece of paper with the word 'don't read' written on it, and it disappeared from the world. ."
A female nun sighed and said, "Oh, these music girls, the most difficult thing to find is a sincere person. It's also pitiful."
After she sighed, she couldn't help but be curious, and continued to ask: "What happened later? Did your mother not want to be abandoned by her lover and asked someone to find him?"
Mo Ran shook his head: "My mother is gentle and kind, and she is a little cowardly. If she is abandoned, she will only swallow the bitter water in her stomach, and will not seek trouble.... But it didn't take long for her to find that she had pregnant."
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she couldn't help but "ah", her eyes were quite sad, looking at the burning ink, she didn't know what to say.
"Lefang is willing to continue to take her in. But the premise is that she must not give birth to a child. Women who have given birth to children are no longer so good at dancing. They do not do business at a loss."
The ink burned and closed his eyes.
"My mother refused, and the maid in charge asked her to pay a large amount of redemption fee. So she gave all her savings, all the delicate jewelry, and the embroidered shoes on her feet to Fangli, earning her free life. , I plan to go to Linyi to find my father."
Madam Wang said softly, "She is a penniless woman, how did she go from Xiangtan to Linyi?"
The ink burned: "There is someone to help her."
"who is it?"
"Xun Feng is weak." Mo Ran said, "Sister Xun knew that my mother left Lefang, and Xingye chased out of the city. She gave all her remaining money to my mother, and told my mother if I could not find my father. , you might as well come to Zuiyulou to find her, and the two sisters can also live a good life."
Master Xuanjing sighed: "With such loyalty, I underestimate these weak women."
Jiang Xi asked, "What about later? Did your mother find Nangong Yan?"
The ink burned for a moment and sneered: "I found it. Although Nangong Yanliu's identity and name are fake, my mother found him without any effort."
Someone said in surprise: "Huh? Do you have such a skill?"
"Tongtian doesn't have the ability, it's just a coincidence."
People looked at each other with suspicions on each other's faces: "How can there be such a coincidence, the city lords of the Confucianism Gate generally rarely show their faces."
"They really rarely show up..." Mo Ran's face is gloomy. "However, when the wedding and the full moon of the child are full, the Confucianism Gate will hold a banquet and accept congratulations on the tower. Isn't it?"
Everyone was stunned: "Could it be that the letter that Nangong Yan received at the beginning urged him to go back and get married?"
Another person recalled: "Ah, remembering that, Nangong Yan's wife is like the daughter of a wealthy rich man. Could it be that he was forced to leave his geisha with whom he was in love, and went back with that The rich girl got married..."
Mo Ran's expression was extremely indifferent: "I didn't feel helpless. I didn't go back to get married. The mysterious letter he received at the beginning was actually a good news - the head of the Confucianism door told him that his wife was about to give birth and let him go back to accompany you."
This time, even Xue Zhengyi, who had been silent, changed his color. He said: "So when Nangongyan was playing in Xiangtan, he was actually a married man?!"
"Well." Mo Ran lowered his eyes, and it was really difficult for him. Now that such a thing is said, there is no too much pain on his face. He calmly said, "Nangong Yan is because his wife is pregnant and his health is not good. It's easy to have a miscarriage, so he went outside to relax. He met my mother and liked it, so he lied that he was never married, and made my mother like him. "
The popular one stomped his feet and said, "This is really inferior to beasts!"
"The wife at home was pregnant, but she ran out to play in the mountains and water, and she had another child outside, alas."
"This period of Yihan has also fallen into blood mold, can Nangong Yan recognize her?"
The answer is self-evident. Everyone was angry and indignant, and the eyes cast on the ink burned a little more pity. But Mo Ran didn't care so much about what others thought of him. He just continued to talk about his mother's experience.
It was the first time he had spoken openly about a secret he had held for two lifetimes. In addition to the pain, he also felt a little relieved.
The ink burned: "At that time, Linyi put on a water table to celebrate the Confucianism Gate City Lord's happiness. My mother came to the corner tower of the ninth city and saw Zhang Hongjiecai's corner tower. Nangong Yan hugged his wife and children, and looked down. The people greeted and threw the jiguo cake. My mother... didn't go to him again. At that time, she had used up all the money she had left, and she couldn't even pay for the passing money when she returned to Hunan. I was born in the abandoned woodshed."
Jiang Xi asked, "Then did you go back to the Drunk Jade Building in Xiangtan?"
Mo Ran shook his head: "When I was born, my health was very poor. I was sick in less than a month, and I couldn't run around at all. In order to see a doctor for me, she begged the doctors in the city's medical center, and no one was willing to help her... She Later, I was forced to, and finally hugged me, found a way to enter the Confucianism Gate, and found Nangong Yan."
That year, the weak mother held the newborn baby like a kitten, and appeared in front of her lover.
The man had no joy, only endless consternation and panic, and even anger.
He has a sweet wife and childish son, his wife is the daughter of a well-known and promising family, and his son is fat and cute, and the family is harmonious and happy. In his eyes, Duan Yihan is a piece of mouse shit, and he wants to ruin his good reputation and ruin his reputation. His family is reunited.
She was uneasy.
Why should he recognize them
Afraid that she would make things worse, Nangong Yan gave her enough money to get her out of the Confucianism door with the child. Duan Yihan held the last hope and said with tears: "The child has not yet given a name. cannot… "
He glared at him, his face as green as iron: "Get out! Get out now! This is not my child, don't be ashamed, get out!"
She was roughly pushed out the door.
There was no time to be sad, the little baby in her arms was so weak even crying, her hands and feet were cold, like a dying cat, curled up in her arms.
When she called him, he also opened his dark eyes and looked at her ignorantly. He was not naughty at all, very good, and very quiet.
She held back her tears and carried him to the hospital.
The doctor in the hospital yelled at her: "How many times have I said it, we are not Ji Shitang here, how could it be possible to treat your child for nothing? If you don't have money—"
She hurriedly gave Nangong Yan alms to her, and took out the stinky coins sent to her. She was in a hurry, for fear that others would scare the young son in her arms.
Her eyes flashed with panic, and she kept bowing her head and bowing: "rich, doctor, rich. Please, do well, save my child. Look, he, he is still so young..."
It's not that the hospital has no kindness at all, it's just that the woman is so annoying, and the ointment and herbal medicine for the child's treatment are not cheap, so they rudely reject her. Now that the woman can pay enough money, their attitude has improved again.
Herbs, Acupuncture.
He was so sick that he had to live in a hospital. The condition of the burning ink was good and bad, and it lasted for several months before finally returning to health. At this time, Duan Yihan's silver taels were not much left. She thanked the doctor and left with the child in her arms. Seeing that winter was coming, she was afraid that her youngest son would freeze again, so she went to cut a small jacket and a small quilt.
After doing this, all the money will be gone, and she will not be able to return to Xiangtan. But Duan Yihan was sitting in the abandoned firewood house, looking at the little guy with his fingers giggling at him, but he felt very happy and peaceful.
She has always been a contented person.
"What should I call you?"
Children babble and can't speak.
Duan Yihan made a fire, hugged his child by the fire pond for warmth, and teased him.
The child laughs, and she laughs along.
The fire was burning flickeringly, and the house was poor and dilapidated, but because of the fire, she felt extremely warm, and she rubbed his little face, making him kick his feet and laugh out loud.
She thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, I'll call you Ran'er."
The ink burned and sucked his fingers, and his eyes stared at her.
Duan Yihan's face seemed to be lonely for a moment: "I don't know what your surname should be, you can't be named Nangong, but you can't be named A-Niang either. A-Niang's surname was given by the maid in Lefang, you follow me, There's always something weird... I'll just call you Ran'er, okay?"
The ink burned his fingers happily, without nodding or shaking his head.
"Xiao Ran'er, when spring begins, let's go back to Xiangtan." Duan Yihan stroked his soft fetal hair, "Mother can play the pipa and dance. There is a girl there, Xun, she is a good sister of mother, I must like you very much, you have to be good, and learn to call your aunt early... Well, forget it, she has a bad temper, so you should learn to call you elder sister. When you meet, you must say that elder sister Xun is good, so that you can eat candy, okay? Know?"
She held his slender fingers and said gently.
"Ran'er, wait a little longer, the winter will be over soon, and when the spring flowers bloom, we will go home."
But this winter, after all, is still too long.
That year was the year of disaster. The lower repair world was sneaky and flooded. Linyi built high defenses, and it was strictly forbidden for ordinary people to enter and leave. Therefore, Duan Yihan had no way to leave.
She went to work in a shop, trying to earn some money to support her family. But there is no impermeable wall in the world. I don't know who disclosed her husband's romantic history to Nangong Yan's wife. All in all, soon after, the steamed bun shop where Duan Yihan was employed kicked her out of the store for no reason.
Since then, Duan Yihan has been ostracized and could not find a livelihood in Linyi, so he had to beg with his youngest son. Several times, she sang softly on the street, while Nangong Yan was angry with his horse Xianyi, followed by Haohao Tangtang, who passed by in front of her.
He was guilty and wanted to avoid her.
In fact, there was no need for him to do so. Although Duan Yihan was weak, she was proud of herself. She just sang Xiangtan's ditty and didn't even look at this man, let alone cry to her former lover in the street, why was he? So ruthless.
He actually didn't understand how arrogant this Pipa girl was.
"Look at her with tears strewn all over her face, although her clothes are ragged and her face is kind and kind, and when you meet strangers without knowing each other, why are you staring at me?"
Someone passed in front of her and threw her a copper plate.
She was just like the splendid Lady Lexian, who lowered her eyes and said softly, "Thank you, sir, for your kindness."
The days went on like this, the beacon was endless in the lower repair world, Linyi was on the wall, and the wall of rejection was always erected high.
This vertical is five years.
The ink burned five years old.
One day, Nangong Yan had a quarrel with his wife, and was upset, so he turned around and wandered around the West Market. The weather was fine that day, and he held his hands behind his back, looking at the jewelry shops and pastry shops with little interest. Under the big banyan tree, there is also an old man who is playing chess.
Linyi has always been a blessed land, what does it matter how many people die in the lower world? They have been singing and dancing here for hundreds of years.
Nangong Yan walked over to watch the uncles play chess.
He was traveling in regular clothes, and everyone didn't recognize him, so he happily pointed out tricks beside him, which made the uncles annoyed and drove him away.
Nangong Yan was deflated and unhappy. He took a few steps forward and stood under a big tree again, looking at a golden silk embroidered bird cage hanging on a branch. The embroidered-eyed bird in the cage was singing crisply.
Perhaps it was because the sunshine was so good that it made people feel at ease. Nangong Yanli was thinking about it under the tree, and suddenly he thought of the gentle and gentle girl in the Xiangtan Tower more than five years ago.
He tilted his head, teasing the white-eyed bird, and said, "Ah, can you sing Xiangqu'er?"
Of course the black-eyed bird can't sing, and it chirps and chirps.
Nangong Yan sighed, humming the little tune that Duan Yihan had sung countless times beside his ears many years ago.
Suddenly I heard a clear and clear voice behind me, and someone was chanting softly like water: "The wilderness is cloudless and the wind is cold, and the sky is full of ice and snow to seal the well fence."
As if from a lifetime, he turned around abruptly.
Because he has been deliberately avoiding her, he has not seen her for a long time. At this moment, across the bustling downtown area and the people coming and going, he suddenly sees that slender and gentle woman - like so many years, when he did not dare to In a dream I told my wife.
He met her again.
Duan Yihan brought a weak child, and the mother and son stood on the side of the street. She closed her eyes and sang a ditty that everyone could not buy in the past, hoping to win the mercy of passing gentlemen and get a meal.
She sang softly: "This big road is in front of the mountain, the small road is behind the mountain, and there are thousands of pedestrians in the front and back of the mountain..."
Countless people came and went in front of her, but no one stayed for her.
Although the song is beautiful, it is not a real thing. She wants to sing it herself, and no one is willing to pay for her.
"...Bie Lang is easy to see, and it is difficult to see the Guanhe River." Suddenly, a pair of shoes with gold threads and emerald jade appeared in front of her. She heard a man humming in a low voice that she did not hum. The finished song, "It's not enough to count Feihong books, but Jingtai is waiting for you to read."
Duan Yihan froze for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes.
She saw him again.
He is still the same as more than five years ago, handsome, handsome, and extremely handsome. He is not old at all, and the years leave no traces on his face.
Duan Yihan saw his own reflection in his eyes. From five years ago, the girl who was beautiful and shining in the water has become today's face is full of weather, her beauty is completely devoid of beauty, and it is annoying to look forward to.
But Nangong Yan looked at her with a deep affection.
After many years of marriage, his wife heard about his past love history. Although he did not dare to speak out, he was also displeased in every possible way. Today, when he stood in front of Duan Yihan, seeing her like this, he felt some guilt and pity in his heart.
Duan Yihan stopped, lowered her eyelashes, and stopped singing.
"Auntie?" Mo Ran was puzzled and turned to look at her.
Duan Yihan said, "A-niang is tired today, let's go home."
Mo Ran nodded obediently and said with a smile: "Then let's go back to rest, and I will find a way for dinner."
The mother and son want to leave together.
Nangong Yan stopped her: "You..."
The eyes fell on the ink burning again.
The child was thin and small, and the clothes were tattered, but he was very sensible and had a beautiful face.
Nangong Yan suddenly realized that this was his own child.
It's his blood.
He stretched out his hand and touched the ink-burning head.
Mo Ran didn't know who he was, squinted his eyes, and let the man mess up his black hair: "Well..."
Nangong Yan thought of that year, when Duan Yihan came to his house with a baby like a kitten and begged him for help.
"He doesn't have a name yet," she said at the time.
"What's your name?" Nangong Yan asked.
"Burnt."
"What about the last name?"
"I don't have a last name."
Nangong Yan gave Duan Yihan a sour look, not knowing what kind of impulsive he was, he said, "Otherwise, you will—"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw a group of Taoist priests from Confucianism passing by on the corner of the street.
Nangong Yan's daze was interrupted.
With a jolt, he seemed to return to reality.
He looked at Shang Duan Yihan's eyes again.
Those eyes that used to look at him with a crooked smile are now very indifferent, no longer have any dreams of a spring girl, even when he just wanted to recognize them, they were still cold.
She had already seen through this man.
Because of this, Nangong Yan looked a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed. In order to cover up his emotions, he coughed lightly, gave generously, and stuffed all the gold and silver treasures in the purse into Mo Ran's hands.
He patted Mo Ran's head again: "Your mother sings well, these jewelry gold and silver should match her."
A slender hand took the money bag from the ink burning.
Duan Yihan only took a copper plate from the bag, put it in the broken bowl held by the ink burning hand, and then handed all the heavy jewelry and silver money back to Nangong Yan.
She didn't say much, just gave him a blessing softly and plainly, just like any passer-by who gave her money.
She politely said to him, "Thank you, sir, for your kindness."
After saying that, turn around and leave.
She is Xiangtan Lexian, and she once held the moon with all the stars and danced with each song. When everyone was empty for her, she was never arrogant. But now that her robes have faded and her face is withered, she can only beg for pity on the side of the road, but she will not feel inferior.
That is, on that day, from Duan Yihan's subtle attitude, Mo aroused suspicion. Later, he attacked and asked in all directions, and then he learned of his life experience.
"Mother told you this because she didn't want to lie to you. But Xiao Ran'er, you have to remember, don't be angry." Duan Yihan said, "Don't ask him."
She said, poking at the little head that was burning with ink.
"We will go back to Xiangtan when the disaster in the Xiujie world is over and Linyi allows ordinary people to come and go."
The ink burned for a long time, and then nodded: "I don't ask him, I will go back to Xiangtan with my mother."
Duan Yihan smiled and said, "I don't know if Sister Xun still recognizes me, I don't look good anymore."
The ink burned and was very anxious: "Auntie looks good."
"Um?"
"Auntie is the best looking."
Duan Yihan smiled even brighter. Between her brows and eyes, she really revived the style of the stunning beauty back then. She teased him: "With such a sweet mouth, whoever will marry you in the future, you have to coax him."
The ink burned a little embarrassed, and pursed his mouth. After a while, he still showed his sharp milk teeth.
"When I grow up, I want to find a daughter-in-law who is like a fairy, and then stay by my mother's side."
"Oh, you think so beautifully, who will marry you."
The mother and son laughed and laughed, and the bonfire in the firewood room crackled and was very warm. It seems that every day from now on will go on like this peacefully. Fire and Night gave illusory comfort to the poor, so at that time, none of them expected that Duan Yihan had run out of time.
"It was in the autumn of the year I was five years old." Mo Ran said, "The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed. Because of the long-term closure of Confucianism to the outside world, Linyi's food supply has been insufficient. They adjusted the price of goods, in the final analysis, that is to let the poor below. Control your appetite and don't scramble for food with the rich."
Xue Zhengyi already heard mixed feelings, and his heart was in a mess, but when the ink burned this sentence, he still thought about it, and then nodded.
"Yes, I remember that price adjustment. After Linyi, there were starvation and riots, and Confucianism finally lowered the price again. It lasted for about... a year?"
Jiang Xi said: "I remember half a year."
The ink burned and closed his eyes and said: "It didn't take that long. It was a month and five days. It only lasted for thirty-five days."