It was close to noon, and the ice particles that fell in the city gradually turned into snowflakes and fell, dyeing the streets of Chengdu a little white.
It’s the first snow of the year in Southwest China, and the pedestrians on the snowy road don’t appear to be in much distress, and most of them show a sense of novelty. Many people walk without umbrellas, chatting and laughing; there are also laughing children chasing each other and playing in the street.
Even if my family calls me from the street, I don't want to go back.
At the Sifang Tea House, it was the time when the atmosphere of public opinion was at its most heated. In each private room, voices of discussion were being heard.
"...In the current situation, how many calm measures can Duke Dai take?"
"So what is the current situation? The Jurchens have already gone north. Compared with the several times when they went south, they must be more relaxed. You talk about today's saints and betrayed your own people for the second time..."
"But who is the opponent Dai Gong faces? There are Jurchens in the north and the Chinese army in the south!"
"Originally Liu Guangshi was incapable of planning, he would only run away..."
"...These remarks are really shameless! As Brother He said, Dai Mengwei betrayed his own people for the first time. It can be said that he did it to save many people. It is really shameless to betray Liu Guangshi this time!"
"...Don't pretend to be confused while pretending to understand, or Confucianism will be doomed!"
"... It's alarmist. We, the Confucian scholars, can still drink tea, eat and chat here. How can we say that it is over? Although the Chinese army claims to be exterminating Confucianism, in fact it is not excessive..."
"Don't go too far? What is Ning Yi doing now? Don't you still understand? He is dividing the land!"
"So what if we divide the land? The Gangnam Fairness Party has just begun to fight internally."
"How can the Fair Party be compared with the Chinese Army? Nowadays, when dividing land in the southwest, there are classes and exercises. When he is in class, he promotes literacy campaigns and asks everyone to send their children to the school. The children of farmers in the countryside go to school.
After entering school, he will be tied to the Chinese army in the future. In the three exercises before the division of land, he wanted to implement the so-called militia system in various places. The literacy movement tied children to him, and the militia system made adults obey his orders. Ning Yi wanted to
He wants to avoid all intellectuals, and his attempt to destroy Confucianism is a real joke!"
"...If everyone can be literate, then everyone will be like a dragon. How can it be said to be a bad thing?"
"Haha! Haha! Is it that easy to pretend to be confused while pretending to understand? Is it that easy to teach people how to read? If those children who know three or five words can really understand some big principles, of course I have nothing to say, but Ning Yi
It's just a means to seize power. Since the establishment of the Huaxia Army, he has mentioned so-called human rights and so-called democracy. In the previous imperial examinations, he screened out accountants and stewards. Now he encourages everyone to become literate, and every one of them is jumping away.
There is such a scholar. How many people in the world have read the books of saints and sages for decades? He recruited a group of people who have never read a book, made them literate, and threw them all away... Don't think that I am
Jealousy, but - if such a person can change the world for the better, why would you and I have to learn those trivial principles for thousands of years... But Ning Yi is really determined, he wants to destroy Confucianism..."
"The Huaxia Army develops papermaking and wants everyone to be educated. In the past two years, it has vigorously expanded good studies and rural studies. But naturally it can only do some literacy enlightenment at the beginning. These things are done step by step. I don't think it is a big deal...
…”
"Confucianism is not opposed to enlightenment. In the past thousands of years, papermaking has not developed and the development of inquiry has been too slow. If Ning Yi is truly selfless, as everyone here knows, it would be better to first use the mature Confucian system to assist rural enlightenment. Ning Yi
He is biased and wants to drag people who only know a few words to fight against Confucianism. There is no blood on his sword and his hands are smarter than anyone else. It is ridiculous that you are boiled frogs in warm water and don't seem to notice...
"
"Even so, what does it have to do with Duke Dai..."
"How much time does Dai Gong have? What can he do in the future if he joins forces with losers like Liu Guangshi? After the Southwest War, Ning Yi is recuperating in Sichuan. It looks lively and bustling outside, but who doesn't know that once the Chinese army leaves Sichuan, what will happen?
No one in the world can take it? But with Dai Gong’s move this time, doesn’t the whole Central Plains suddenly become enlightened? In the game of checkmate, he has a good eye for chess? "
"I think you have a high opinion of Zou Xu. After all, he is just Ning Yi's disciple..."
"He was Ning Yi's most trusted disciple at that time. There is no one in the world who understands Ning Yi's methods better than him. Now Dai Gong is in charge of Confucianism, and Zou Xu knows the art of investigating things. The Taoism and Taoism are compatible, so he wants to compete with Ning Yi.
, there is no one more suitable than the two of them in the world..."
"But listening to his words and watching his actions, Ning Yi's arrangements in Chengdu in the past two years have the appearance of a holy king..."
"Yes, Holy King Qi, then I would like to ask you a question today - do you have no land in your home!? Do you have no land in your home!?"
"You, you, you... I'm just trying to reason, how could you speculate so dirty..."
"Okay, he Ning Yi will fight out of Sichuan and Shu, and first divide your family's land——"
From one room to another, noisy voices could be heard, and in the small box on the other side, Yan Daolun and Yu Hezhong were drinking tea while listening to these tones coming from next door. As the core public opinion field in Chengdu, Sifang Tea House operates
Yan Daolun and others here usually listen to public debates like this. At this time, Yan Daolun sighed: "Look, this is what many people in the outside world think of Dai Mengwei's actions this time."
Yu Hezhong took a sip of tea: "This Tang Qitang Master is usually very upright, but this time he seems to be very angry. Doesn't this mean that he supports Dai Mengwei and opposes the Chinese army just because his family has land?"
"That's not all he's talking about." Yan Daolun shook his head, "What he's talking about is how many people in the world will support Dai Mengwei... To be honest, brother Yu, my Yan family also has land."
"Brother Yan means..."
"It's not interesting. It has nothing to do with the overall situation. It's just that everything turned upside down overnight. Brother Yu, I'm also a little confused..."
The two sides met in the morning. Yu He was anxious in the center. He originally wanted to go directly to the teacher, but he was left by Yan Daolun. He first talked about whether there were high-level personnel named Long in the Chinese army, and then listened to the conversation next door.
Yan Daolun was noisy and talked a lot about the current situation. Yan Daolun was a deep-minded person, and we talked to him about many more things today than in the past, but Yu Hezhong was so disturbed that it was difficult to guess everything.
In the past year, he has been working as a relationship broker in Chengdu, which has been too smooth. Others mostly come to him to do things. If there is any hidden meaning, he is naturally too lazy to do it. Even if some people have sinister intentions, they come to the Huaxia Army.
Even after one round, there was nothing left to hide.
At this time, they had lunch while talking about various things. It was not until they were about to leave that Yu Hezhong gritted his teeth and asked directly: "Brother Yan, actually... if this matter really can't end, how can you
Have you ever considered that we...will vote for the Chinese Army?"
Yan Daolun stared at him for a moment and sighed: "Let's talk about this for a while."
Amidst the falling snowflakes, Yu Hezhong left Sifang Tea House and headed towards the Propaganda Department.
He went to Master Li's residence the day before, but failed to see anyone in the end. On this day, he went to the office of the Propaganda Department. After notifying his name, he was told that Deputy Director Li was not working in the Propaganda Department recently. As for why he was there,
I have no comment. Yu Hezhong and Shishi are usually personal friends. Although he occasionally asks for help, he does not go to the Propaganda Department and is not familiar with this place. He left here and headed towards his residence.
The official residence of Shishi in Chengdu is a small courtyard near the Maha Pond. All high-level officials of the Chinese Army live here. There are unified service, reception, and reception rooms outside. Many people come here every day.
, either for business or private matters, first wait in the reception room outside, and will not be led in until they are reviewed or notified. Yu Hezhong is familiar with this place, and he is already familiar with the receptionist outside.
It was not yet time to get off work, and senior Chinese military officials who were busy with official duties were usually not at their residence. Yu Hezhong found the receptionist to register, and then they exchanged pleasantries for a while and asked, "Do you think Deputy Li will be back in the evening?"
"Well, I generally do..."
"Then I stayed until night last night, why didn't I see you?"
"Which ministry is not busy recently and has sent more than 10,000 people out just to allocate fields. Look, Chengdu has sent more than 10,000 people. How many people are still working here? Mr. Ning is not in Chengdu recently either.
ah……"
"I know this, but... Deputy Li, did she come back last night?"
"..." Yu Hezhong came a lot in the past, and it was very easy to go in every time. But when he asked this question, the receptionist hesitated, "Well, Mr. Yu, we have discipline..."
"Okay, no more questions." Yu Hezhong waved his hand, "When she comes back, tell her that I have something urgent."
The other party nodded and agreed with a smile.
On this day, light snow was falling outside. The windows of the waiting room where various people gathered were opened, but it was not cold. Yu Hezhong sat by the window and listened to the bustling people and looked at the people wearing different clothes.
The visitors gathered and talked in the room, and some even talked about the "big events" that happened in the Central Plains. An old woman with patched clothes and three sallow country children sat in a corner of the room waiting for someone.
The two children were probably hungry and cried loudly, so the orderlies came in with some snacks to comfort them - they were probably poor relatives of a senior official in the Chinese army. Judging from their clothes, they should have just come in from outside Yanmen Pass, and the room was disturbed.
Like a vegetable market.
Similar things are not uncommon in this waiting room. In the past, Yu Hezhong would go to other places for a walk, or go to a nearby teahouse to have a drink, thinking that the time was almost up before coming back. But there was nothing like this today.
With a lot of mental resources, I hunkered down in front of the window with my hands clasped in my hands, only using the snowy scene outside as a small pastime in my boredom. I wanted to recite a few lines of poetry, and thought hard for a long time, but got nothing.
I couldn't help but think of Bianliang nearly twenty years ago. At that time, my literary talent was quite good, and I met Li Shishi. I often participated in various cultural gatherings with Chen Sifeng. At that time, the number of seats in the high-end literary gatherings with the participation of big figures in the capital was limited, and a group of
Scholars often recited poems and composed poems in the lobby of Fanlou in order to become famous. He and Chen Sifeng were only average in literary talent, but with their teachers around, they would often make some small plans to let them in together. At that time, celebrities gathered and poems were exchanged.
The atmosphere, Yu Hezhong often misses.
At that time, among countless celebrities in the capital, he still harbored imaginations about the future. At that time, he even thought that he might be the person who brought peace to all generations.
In the next twenty years, China was in a state of chaos, and people were wandering around the world. What he saw were all kinds of intrigues and bloody fights. The rise of warlords, rogues, and all kinds of barbarians and common people. Yu He
I have found relationships with others, I have kneeled down to others, and I have met my master again in the southwest in the past two years, and I have just enjoyed an upright environment again. But in my heart, Yu Hezhong still regards himself as a scholar.
, even if the appearance of the middle-aged man cannot reach the upper reaches, what really makes him feel comfortable and even intoxicated is still the environment in Bianliang back then.
For the administration of the Huaxia Army, and even for Ning Yi, he had a secret slander in a place where no one knew. They were too pragmatic and lost the grace of educated people and the beauty of the ceremony of singing and singing.
Ning Yi was like this back then. Even though he could write first-class poems, he had no respect for anything in terms of words. Chen Sifeng once said in private that he was not a truly romantic person.
For more than a year after arriving in Chengdu, he did not take the initiative to visit Ning Yi, whom everyone wanted to visit. In the final analysis, in his heart, he and the other party were always two different types of people. He grew up in a Confucian atmosphere and wanted to
I want to write good poems, I want to save the world, I want to show myself in literary conferences, I want to maintain everything that makes people respect and bow down. And Ning Yi...
Ning Yi... He has great literary talent and excellent martial arts, but he is a frivolous person from the beginning to the end. He gets married, does business, makes plans, and kills people. Even his master once said that he is too idle and incompetent. He even writes in those beautiful articles.
All poems and lyrics are criticized, but in this world, why are these people always allowed to take the lead?
And thinking of Master...
That was the most beautiful dream in his heart.
It is not difficult to recognize reality clearly.
But occasionally he would dream back in the middle of the night, even if there was a beautiful woman by his side, but he would still think with great annoyance that Shishi... was finally taken over by that incompetent person.
When I was in my twenties, when I saw the beauty before my eyes, I always felt that the future was full of infinite possibilities, and I always had full hope in my heart. But gradually, these possibilities narrowed before my eyes, and at a certain moment I suddenly realized that I
He was incompetent and realized that there were only one or two narrow ways out for the future. Those were the darkest moments.
When he came to the southwest and saw Shishi again, God almost gave him a second chance. If there was even a slight possibility that Shishi had him in his heart, then his life, which was gradually reaching his forties, suddenly
How perfect it must be, even the more than ten years of wandering after turning twenty seem to have full meaning.
But these thoughts were just illusions after all. Soon after the reunion, the rumors about the relationship between Shishi and Ning Yi became real. After Shishi cleverly admitted it one time while laughing and talking, the perfection of life finally left him.
And he passed away. If there is any trace of Chen Jie after that, his life in Hezhong is nothing more than winning the favor of Mr. Li in his early twenties and participating in a few literary events, and then being mediocre and miserable for more than ten years.
When he was almost forty years old, he again suffered from the pity of Master Li and was a mediocre gangster who was lucky enough to hang out with the senior management.
There is no beauty of poetry and no sweetness of love.
There was nothing worth writing about in his life.
He didn't know why, but at this moment, when he was looking at the falling snow outside the window, he thought of this.
Amidst the falling light snow, the afternoon sky gradually darkened, and people were gradually led out of the noisy waiting room. This was a sign that the senior Chinese military officials living in this area had returned from work. Yu Hezhong looked at these people who were leaving, and estimated that
Thinking about who the other party is looking for, estimating the other party's identity, status, purpose... When the bell of Youshi rang, lights gradually appeared under the eaves of the nearby courtyard, and more people were led out. During this time
Most of the people who were brought in wanted to eat with others, which showed their familiarity. There were sounds of laughter, but no one came to call him.
The teacher has not come back yet.
Halfway through the hour, the receptionist asked someone to bring refreshments to the room. When he came over to ask Yu Hezhong to close the window, Yu Hezhong asked about the teacher's itinerary: "Aren't you back yet?"
The other party's eyes were complicated and ambiguous: "Oh, yes, who knows... By the way, Mr. Yu hasn't eaten yet, we have a canteen here, why don't you go and eat something at will?"
"No, no." Yu Hezhong thought for a while and stood up, "Someone is waiting. I'm going to eat and come back later."
He didn't want people to think that he was too eager to meet his master, so he left here immediately and had a few bites of food in a nearby quaint commercial street. After Xu Shi passed by a little bit, he sorted out his appearance, and then
go back.
"Is Shishi back?" He felt that it was almost time.
"You didn't get the letter?" asked the receptionist.
Yu Hezhong thought for a while: "I didn't get the letter...either he didn't come back or he didn't call me."
"Well, anyway... Mr. Yu, I have already sent your registration..."
"So... is Xiaoling here now?" Yu Hezhong asked about the whereabouts of the life secretary around Shishi.
The receptionist thought for a while: "Uh... I haven't seen him during the day."
That night, the experience was the same as the previous day: until late at night, no one came out to tell him that he could go in.
At the end of the hour, the receptionist began to persuade the remaining three or five people in the waiting room to leave. Yu Hezhong walked out in despair, and an ominous premonition finally came over him: something had happened.
The impact of Liu Guangshi's downfall may have been greater than he imagined, so much so that Shishi was unwilling to see him again?
He had such an idea in his mind, but after thinking about it carefully, he was unwilling to admit that Shishi would be such a person.
That night, I still managed to keep myself calm, and then I went back to rest in the yard of another confidante, Gao Wenjing. This Gao Wenjing was a northern woman, with a somewhat cool and arrogant appearance, similar to that of more than ten years ago.
The teachers who always smiled at major literary gatherings had some similarities in temperament. Yu Hezhong pursued him for a long time before he followed him. When he was waiting for him to go to bed at night, Gao Wenjing also asked about Liu Guangshi: "
Now that Liu Shuai has left, what is the attitude of the Huaxia Army? Have you asked the sister of the Li family?"
"Of course I have to ask." Yu Hezhong said, "But the Huaxia Army has been busy recently. For the land reform, they have dispatched more than 10,000 people to the working group alone. I will find a better time in the next few days.
Go and see her. In fact, this matter is not the most relevant to me. Yan Daolun and the others are really... Liu Gong has gone, and they have become the real rootless Ping..."
He tossed and turned that night, falling asleep and waking up again and again. The next morning, he suppressed his random thoughts and went to the Maha Pond shortly after dawn.
I stayed in the reception room for another day, feeling upset and having all kinds of random thoughts.
December 13th, repeat.
It was already the fourth day since the news of Liu Guangshi's death reached Chengdu. Various opinions in the public opinion field were constantly fermenting. Yu Hezhong even felt that the reception staff looked at him with a little arrogance. He and Yan Daolun had become friends in the past.
The most influential people in Chengdu are all because of the largest arms deal between Liu Guangshi and the Chinese Army. Now that the fire under the stove is out, they have become the most embarrassed group of people. Even if they have not deliberately inquired in the past few days, Yu He
They can also imagine what others are saying about them.
And if Shishi is not willing to see him again, what kind of person is he in Yu Hezhong in Chengdu?
All kinds of thoughts were intertwined in my mind. For a moment, I thought about making a big fuss here, saying that Master Li would turn his back on people and deny them when they see them. It was too realistic, but after all, he was timid and didn't dare to mess around; for a moment, he thought
I simply found an excuse to see Ning Yi, even if I really had to curry favor with him. However, when I thought about it carefully, I realized that Ning Yi had not come back...
The Central Plains has been turned upside down. The two biggest enemies of the Chinese army are about to come together and form an alliance. He, Ning Yi, has not come back to take charge of the overall situation just because of a little thing that happened in a hundred villages!
This Chinese army is so arrogant that it will end sooner or later.
On the 14th, he shaved his beard in front of the mirror, but the knife was not steady, and he cut a gash on his face, which caused bleeding. On the morning of that day, he went to see Yan Daolun again. Yu Hezhong looked at each other's expression carefully, but the other person's expression was
It was still the same as before, except for a few words about the difficult situation, there was not much anxiety visible.
"The Chinese Army may be too busy with something. I guess the division commander is not in Chengdu. This has happened in the past. It's okay. I'll go back next time. I'll have news in three to five days at most."
Yu Hezhong spoke about this matter as frankly and casually as possible.
Yan Daolun didn't take it too seriously: "That's for sure. The Chinese Army has different views on the priorities of things than we do. You see, Mr. Ning is not in a hurry to come back." He then compared the changes in Chengdu's public opinion circles in the past few days with those of us.
Yu Hezhong talked about it.
The development of the matter was not unexpected. The "new cultural people" who stood on the side of the Chinese army began to attack Dai Mengwei's betrayal with one purpose. Among the old Confucians and the new Confucians, the opinions were split, but those who stood on the
People in their respective positions also became more determined. Some old Confucians began to analyze the world's avenues more based on classics. Some said that Dai Mengwei had no choice, some said that Dai Mengwei and Zou Xu's alliance was clever, and some new Confucians were forced to deviate from Dai Mengwei's actions.
However, after careful consideration, some New Confucians began to criticize the Chinese army's practice of dividing territories even more fiercely.
In the past, whether the Huaxia Army destroyed Confucianism or the Confucian scholars criticized it, most of it was just verbal talk. Even after experiencing the prosperity of Chengdu, some Confucian scholars began to give advice to the Huaxia Army.
I hope that all the prosperity can be replicated externally. However, the Chinese Army's "science and technology development method" was a small intensification. Once the field distribution was implemented, a more decisive intensification came.
Most people have to choose their own stance. Some people may not agree that Dai Mengwei is a saint, but in order to prevent the continued expansion of land distribution, how can Dai Mengwei not be a saint? They even verbally say that he is Qianzhiwu.
A hundred years later, it will be possible to know the gods and men of five hundred years - the story of gods and monsters containing this statement has now begun to be serialized in the supplement of "Tiandu Bao".
After exchanging information in a trivial manner, Yu Hezhong rushed towards the Maha Pond again after lunch.
Sitting empty till night, exhausted both physically and mentally.
On December 15th, Yu Hezhong didn't want to go anymore, so he came out of the courtyard where Gao Wenjing was and asked his servants to drive a carriage around the city. In the past, he was a popular figure in the public opinion field, and he could go anywhere when he was depressed.
Yes, but now it was not easy to go anywhere. He thought for a long time and asked the carriage to turn back to where Gao Wenjing lived. He stopped on the side of the road for a while, but did not dare to go in.
Whether Gao Wenjing or Wei Rou, they say they are confidante, but in fact they are also curious about what happened when he went to find Li Shishi. Can he go back and let her give him some comfort?
But I can't go back.
On this day, the light snow has turned into heavy snow, and people on the road are walking in a hurry. Yu Hezhong lifts the curtain to look at the raincoats of the people on the road. After looking at it for a while, he sees a carriage stopping not far from the entrance of Gao Wenjing's courtyard. There is a person vaguely there.
The impressed man knocked on the door and went in.
Yu Hezhong was stunned for a long time.
After the Huaxia Army occupied the southwest, Chengdu did not have a mature brothel system like that in Jiangnan. This was because the Huaxia Army was not legally allowed to force girls into prostitution and train little girls into prostitutes. Such behavior would be severely punished. But in this way
The law belongs to the law. On the other hand, the Chinese army did not prevent all kinds of prostitutes from outside the country from entering Chengdu. This may also be an expedient measure to develop experience, but in short, all kinds of famous prostitutes, everyone, high-level
Escorts still exist in the Southwest.
Gao Wenjing and Wei Rou used to be part of this kind of place, but after Yu Hezhong spent a lot of money, they became a nurturing company. Two well-educated and talented women no longer opened their business to the outside world, but only Yu Hezhong
Zhong only showed up when he needed to entertain friends, which gave Yu Hezhong a lot of face.
The courtyard where the two of them live now was bought by Yu Hezhong, and all the food and clothing are provided by Yu Hezhong, but who would have thought that someone would come over in private?
His mind went blank for a while, and he asked his servants to find the thugs, and then he staggered towards the back door of the small courtyard.
After Gao Wenjing was with him, there were not many people in the yard. Yu Hezhong quietly opened the side door and went in, avoiding the servants, and sneaked into the front hall. In the hall where he was receiving guests, Gao Wenjing unexpectedly
He actually served tea to the other party. The man who came was named Sun Kang, a big businessman in Chengdu. It is said that he was a general during the Wu Dynasty. After the fall of the Wu Dynasty, he brought his capital to the southwest to make a living. He had a arrogant and rough temperament.
, has always been disliked by He Zhong.
At this time, the other party was endlessly talking nonsense to Gao Wenjing.
"... What childhood playmate? Do you really believe that person named Yu? Let me tell you, Wen Jing, you won't know who is a human and who is a ghost until the situation changes... He said Yan Daolun is more nervous. He is talking nonsense. Yan Daolun
What is his background and ability? What abilities does he have in Hezhong... Let me tell you, everyone knows that Master Li is Mr. Ning Yining’s man. So what is Mr. Ning’s attitude towards Hezhong? If he didn’t kill him, that’s fine.
That's magnanimous... Not this time. Look at Liu Guangshi's hiccups. Master Li has never been seen in Hezhong... Do you think something happened to her and she is not in Chengdu? Haha, let me tell you, someone saw Minister Li yesterday.
She is not seen in Hezhong, what kind of attitude is this, Wen Jing, you are pinpin, you are pinpin... I tell you, there is no future for you if you follow him, Wen Jing..."
I don't know when, there was a buzz in Yu Hezhong's head, and his eyes turned red. He took a bottle and walked out, and the two people in the hall stood up. Gao Wenjing wrung his hands together: "Lang...
Lang Jun..."
Yu Hezhong gritted his teeth and walked towards Sun Kang: "You two..."
Sun Kang held his head high, rolled up his sleeves, and asked with all his might, "What are you doing?"
Yu Hezhong stopped.
Only then did he realize that the other party was a man who had practiced martial arts and was a head taller than him. He had also led troops and lost battles in the past. As a scholar, there was no way he could fight him.
In fact, in the current situation, all parties are watching the changes in Yan Daolun and Yan Daolun. He should not even come out to catch the traitor. When people catch adultery when they are rich, they will be beaten to death.
Dun, that's what it should be. If you catch an adulterer when you're down and out, everyone will think you're even more depressed. And if you fail to catch an adulterer and get beaten up by the other party, it will become a complete joke in the public opinion field.
Yu Hezhong pointed at Sun Kang with trembling fingers, and then at Gao Wenjing. He couldn't quite hear what Gao Wenjing was saying, and he didn't know how to curse him. After a while, he said: "This yard
, it's mine..." He smashed the porcelain bottle in his hand on the ground and strode out the door.
He left the yard and dismissed the thugs called by the carriage driver. He didn't know how he got on the carriage, nor why it went outside the city. On this day, the wind and snow were singing outside, and the scene of white snow outside the curtains was
Passing by, he just felt cold, first in his heart. When he realized it, it was getting dark and his body was cold from hunger. He asked the coachman to find him a random inn to stay in. He didn't have much to eat, and he was in a strange room.
, the quilt used by others was dirty and smelly, and there were strange things hanging on the dark beams. Yu Hezhong curled up in a ball, thinking about Gao Wenjing, and thinking about Wei Rou, these two people were probably there.
Just watch his joke, the whole city of Chengdu is watching his joke.
Tossing and turning in the middle of the night, I thought of my wife and children far away in Shishou. That was Xiao Zheng's territory. Now that Xiao Zheng had followed Dai Mengwei to kill Liu Guangshi, his wife and children couldn't take over. He was truly alone in the southwest.
, although he still has some money, no one will think highly of him, and no one will care about him.
When he went to the reception room of Mahachi again, it was already the morning of December 16th. It stopped snowing in Chengdu on this day. On the way there, he saw various Confucian scholars rushing to the public opinion field.
Maybe his humiliation by Sun Kang yesterday would become one of the core points of public opinion today. Yu Hezhong didn't want to think about it too much. He waited in the reception room until the afternoon, watching all kinds of visitors coming and going, and...
After dinner in the cafeteria, at a certain moment when the lights were on, he suddenly had a thought: among these senior officials of the Chinese Army, many of them did not have family members - if they had wives or parents at home, they would be able to do it during the day.
When entertaining visiting relatives, you generally don’t have to wait until night.
He fell asleep deeply in his seat.
At some point, someone gently tapped his arm. He woke up, stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and wanted to talk to the receptionist: "Is it time..." But it was not that person who came over at this time.
Receptionist.
Shishi squatted aside. She was wearing a simple blue-gray dress and trousers, with her hair tied back. She was holding a stack of something in her hand. The snow-stained uppers looked like she had just come back from somewhere - she stretched out her hand.
Patted him lightly.
Suddenly, Yu Hezhong seemed to see another "Master Li" from more than ten years ago. He was still as clear and sweet as before, which was reassuring. But he had a strange temperament that was completely different from when he was in Fanlou. This was
There was a temperament that had never been seen in the entire era in the past. It was a temperament that could only be seen in the Chinese army. For a while, he couldn't even tell his own feelings about this temperament.
"come in."
She led him through the snow-covered road to the simple but grand courtyard. There was a small stove in the study. The teacher asked Xiaoling, the orderly, to cook a bowl of hot noodle soup, and then gave him
Yu Hezhong poured a cup of hot tea.
Yu Hezhong didn't speak. Shishi sat across from him and looked at him. After a while, he spoke.