"Some things won't happen if you don't face them." A sudden voice interrupted their conversation.
Yang Shu turned around and saw Xuan Fei standing with his hands behind his back, and felt not very good.
Xuanfei ignored his expression, walked slowly closer, and spoke to Mingwei: "Did you never miss a word about that matter?"
Mingwei shook his head: "I just found some clues before, but I'm not sure this is the truth."
She knew very well how much impact that incident had on Yang Shu, and once she said it, it would overturn his life. She would not say it casually without definite evidence.
The two asked and answered, clearly revealing that they shared a common secret. Yang Shu, who felt that she was excluded, was unhappy and asked her: "You told him something, but not me?"
The person who answered his question was not Mingwei, but Xuanfei: "She didn't say it, I guessed it myself."
Unexpectedly, Yang Shu was even more unhappy. He could guess it, but he didn't realize it...
"What's going on?"
Xuanfei immediately asked him, "Don't you want to hear it?"
"..." Yang Shu gritted his teeth and asked Mingwei, "What do you want to say?"
Mingwei didn't expect that Xuan Fei's two or three words would provoke him to take the initiative to ask. She was angry and funny: "Don't pay attention to what he said. If you really don't want to know, just don't ask."
As soon as Yang Shu turned his head, he saw Xuan Fei's mouth raised slightly, his smile seemed gentle, but it was provocative no matter how he looked, as if he was making a joke that he didn't even have the courage to listen.
He asked without hesitation: "Didn't you say you let me make my own choice? I think I still want to hear it."
Mingwei sighed: "Are you sure?"
He nodded firmly: "Very sure."
Before she could say anything, Xuanfei said again: "Don't you want peace in the world? Why, you finally found a small opportunity and gave it up for the sake of your children's personal relationship?"
These words were irritating to her.
Mingwei was not angry, and replied: "I have to bear what I have to bear. It is not selfish to let him sacrifice for my ideals. Everyone has the right to choose his own life, and you can't just because he sacrifices for me
If you love someone, you will lose this right."
Xuanfei: "..."
Why did he go to such trouble to provoke him? Didn't he just want that kid to stand up on his own? It was good for her, not only did she not help him, she also spoke for that kid! It was really tiring.
Unexpectedly, after Yang Shu heard this, his heart suddenly blossomed.
Why do these four words "beloved by me" sound so pleasant to the ears?
He thought about it happily for a while, and when he saw Xuan Fei's depressed look, he became even happier and said: "I probably know what you want to say. I have suspected this matter for a long time, but it's just emotionally difficult to accept it. Now he has half of it.
No worries, I’m going to tear off this layer of skin, I really don’t need to continue to lie to myself.”
Seeing that there was no reluctance on his face, but a bit more emotion, Mingwei nodded: "Okay, since you are willing, then just listen."
After saying that, she looked at Xuan Fei.
Xuanfei was confused by her: "Why do you want me to tell you about you?"
Mingwei spread his hands: "Aren't you very happy to say it? You said it even though I didn't ask you."
"..."
"It's okay if you don't want to talk. I'll talk to him slowly in private."
The smile on her face made Xuan Fei feel a strong sense of crisis.
Let her say it in private, without adding any extra fuel or jealousy, right? Forget it, just say it!
"Okay, let's talk about stargazing last time..."
…
In front of a small shop near the south gate, Fu Jin took a deep breath and murmured: "Wang Ji Braised Pork Head, after twenty years, I can finally eat it again."
As he spoke, he straightened his clothes, stepped into the shop refreshed, and shouted: "Boss, cut up a pound of pig head meat, one pig's trotter, two ounces of pig tongue, two ounces of pig's ears, two plates of delicious side dishes, and then
Beat two taels for nothing!"
"Okay! Sit down for a moment!"
When the drinker at the table heard this, he gave him a thumbs up: "When you hear the presentation of this order, you know that sir is a good eater."
Fu Jin always behaved like a human being in front of others, and he bowed his hands to the other person in a gentle manner: "I'm just kidding, I haven't set foot in the capital for twenty years, so I miss this guy who stutters."
The other party laughed: "Sir, you are such a cheerful person."
It is easy for drinkers to strike up a conversation as long as they have wine as a medium. According to the plot, the two parties should hit it off and talk about everything. With Mr. Fu's ability, he has a way to find out the useful information within the time of a drink.
message.
The boss cut the stewed vegetables and served them quickly.
Fu Jin took a sip intoxicatedly and picked up a thinly sliced piece of braised pork head——
"Mr. Fu?"
The sudden sound made Fu Jin shake his hands in shock, and the pork head fell back onto the plate.
He raised his head and saw a young man standing in front of the table.
Judging from the age, he is upwards from twenty-five to thirty. He is tall, has a handsome face, wears long clothes and is elegant and calm, and has an indifferent expression without sadness or joy.
He was carrying a guqin behind him, and a small part of the instrument body was exposed from the cover. Judging from the wood, it was a good instrument.
A luthier? No.
Although Fu Jin is a scholar, he has traveled around the world since he was young, studying under teachers, and also learned some self-defense swordsmanship. It is obvious at a glance that this man is not only good at martial arts, but also a master.
A master follows him to a small shop on the street? He has been very peaceful these years. Where can he find an enemy?
Fu Jin has already begun to recall whether he made an enemy when he was young and his son or nephew grew up to take revenge...
"But Mr. Fu Jinfu?" the other party spoke again.
Fu Jin cheered up and replied: "Yes, I am exactly that. May I ask you..."
"I'll rest in peace."
Fu Jin said "Oh", well, there should be no one named Ning in the enemy's family. However, maybe he is not a nephew, but an apprentice?
"Any advice?" He still held the chopsticks in his hand, thinking about which acupoint it would be best to hit the opponent when he strikes first.
It's going to kill him! In the past twenty years, he has been drinking and eating every day in Santai Academy, but he hasn't practiced swordsmanship very much! He can fight a few hooligans, but he can fight with masters... It seems that it is faster to surrender.
"If you have something to do, sir, please come over." Ning Xiu replied in a calm tone, and it was completely unclear whether he was friendly or hostile.
Fu Jin thought about it and asked: "I am currently living in Prime Minister Lu's house. If it takes a long time, I am afraid I will have to file a lawsuit."
Ning Xiu's face was expressionless: "Don't worry, sir, I will ask someone to pass on the message."
Fu Jin added: "I have another student, Lord Jingzhao Yin Jiang. I have an appointment with him later, so I'm afraid I need to let him know."
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Jiang already knows." After Ning Xiu said this, he stepped forward and clasped his shoulders, "We don't have much time, so I can give you a helping hand."
Fu Jin saw himself being dragged out of the shop. He still held the chopsticks in his hand and tried to hit someone's acupuncture points, but they were easily flicked away in an instant.
He turned back and shouted: "Wait a minute! Boss, pack it first!"