The oil lamp was dim, Fan Jianglin was awkwardly polishing the ink, and Xu Sigen across from him looked gloomy.
"Doesn't it seem useless if we do this?" Xu Sigen said.
The first time he joined the army, he failed to achieve honors and became a deserter and almost died. Finally, he got a chance to come back again, but...
As of now, I can't even keep my reward.
After wasting so much time and accomplishing nothing, and having to rely on this little girl, I almost wish I could hit her to death just thinking about it.
"We were poor since childhood, our parents died early, and we lived in chaos... Later, the third child suggested that a man should do something in this world..." Fan Jianglin said, smiling, "He wanted to teach us how to read and write."
Xu Sigen laughed.
Thinking of the situation when I was young, I smiled and my eye circles turned red.
"Later he realized that it was impossible." Fan Jianglin then said with a smile, "Just say if you don't want to work hard, just work hard..."
Fan Jianglin's wife, who was sitting on the other side to put her child to sleep, couldn't help but smile too.
"...We have practiced martial arts for many years, and finally felt that we could achieve something, so we joined the army with high spirits, thinking about making achievements, but before we could achieve our achievements, we had to flee because of a dispute..." Fan Jianglin said, with a bit of reminiscence, "...the third child
At that time, I once said something to you behind my back. He said that we are probably the kind of people whose hearts are as high as the sky and our lives are as thin as paper. Many people in the world are like this. They always think that they are unique and God will be unique.
What the clock looks at with different eyes is actually just a speck of dust among thousands of things.”
Xu Sigen nodded.
"But we are still lucky enough to meet our sister." He said, "We are indeed treated differently by God."
"Yes, so, this life is worth it." Fan Jianglin nodded and continued to polish the ink, "Fourth, we know what kind of people we are and how important we are, just as my sister said in the capital.
, we do what we can do, and she will take care of other things. Now that we have done what we can do, we don’t have the ability to do the remaining things. If we do it rashly, we will make trouble with Fang and those generals.
We are making trouble. I think not only will our grievances not be repaid, but we will also get caught up with ourselves. Do you think we want to save face, or do we want to achieve our goals?"
Xu Sigen looked at him and nodded.
"Brother." He shouted, wanting to say something but saying nothing, he nodded again.
"Write it." Fan Jianglin raised his hand and said.
Xu Sigen nodded and picked up his pen.
As the two brothers began to write letters, Fan Jianglin's wife picked up the sleeping child and left.
There was a hint of coolness in the summer night late at night. She stood outside the house and took a deep breath, feeling a little puzzled.
Is it possible to tell that sister about such a big matter, something that even the inspector refused to take care of in the end?
What kind of person is that sister?
In the capital, when the sky was bright, the door of Qin Thirteenth Lang's house was carefully opened by the maid. Looking at the young man sitting in the room, the maid was startled.
"Sir, are you awake?" she asked, kneeling down and sitting down.
Qin Shisanlang rubbed his shoulders, put down the letter in his hand, and refused the maid's request to wash himself.
"I want to write a letter," he said.
The maid responded and hurriedly took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and polished them with a flick of her sleeves.
"...You said you wished you could beat that man named Fang like you did before, but you also know that a beating would be in vain... When you grow up, life becomes so frustrating. Perhaps it is better to remain ignorant forever... just because
I went to find Mr. Jiang, but I was scolded, grounded, and sent home by my uncles and brothers one after another... They didn't understand... they didn't understand why they were so concerned about these little soldiers.
of…."
I see…
Qin Shisanlang picked up the pen and put down the words.
I understand what you care about, and I understand what she cares about, but those people don't know what they have done, nor what she cares about.
However, it’s not that life is so frustrating when you grow up, but it’s because you are not strong enough when you grow up. Everyone yearns for the highest place, yearns to become strong, perhaps it is instinctive to not be bullied.
caused by thoughts.
There is no reason in this world. If you are strong, you are the reason. So, continue to work hard in the northwest. Don't forget the big words you boasted. I will end next year.
I think you should stop taking care of this matter now. As far as Northwest China is concerned, this matter has been sealed. Apart from causing more people to be dissatisfied with you and causing unnecessary trouble, you have nothing to do with it.
It worked.
The next step is her business.
She never cared about things that were not hers, but if anyone wanted to steal her things, they would have to pay the price.
In fact, you know this in your heart, Xiao Liuzi, in fact, you are not stupid at all...
After writing this, Qin Shisanlang stopped.
Many times people know in their hearts that when they ask other people verbally, they are actually just looking for someone to talk to.
He pursed his lips and smiled, balled up the paper, threw it aside, and started writing again.
Seeing the letter being sent away by the boy, Qin Shisanlang stood in the corridor and stretched his arms.
"Master, breakfast has been brought." The maid asked for instructions from the side.
Qin Shisanlang looked at the summer courtyard and exhaled.
"Wash and change clothes, I'm going out for a while," he said.
In the summer, the Fairyland is as quiet and elegant as ever, without any depression caused by the seasonal discomfort.
"Qin Langjun came today, and there happened to be one private box left." Zhike, who was leading the way, said with a smile.
"I just want to take a rest." Qin Shisanlang said, and asked, "Is Banqin here?"
Zhike shook his head.
"Unfortunately, the eldest sister has just gone out." He said, "If my husband has something to do, I will go find him now..."
Qin Shisanlang raised his hand and waved.
"No, I'm just asking casually," he said.
With fluttering clothes, she walked up the stairs and headed east. Chun Ling, who was walking out of a room on the west, saw Qin Langjun at a glance. She was suddenly surprised and couldn't help but took two steps quickly. She opened her mouth to shout but stopped to look at the person behind her.
Miss Zhu.
There was laughter from the door that was opened behind him.
Madam Zhu walked out with slightly red eyes, lowered her head and walked in a hurry. It was obvious that this banquet was not very pleasant.
Chun Ling bit her lower lip and her eyes flashed. Seeing that Zhike had opened the door to a room over there, she quickened her pace and walked to the stairs. She deliberately made a wrong step and fell down on the stairs with a loud scream.
Madam Zhu and the other maid behind her were startled and rushed over to help. Qin Shisanlang subconsciously turned his head and looked over. When he saw the person here clearly, he stopped and started to step into the door.
A waiter had already stepped forward to help and inquire. Chun Ling was helped by another maid to stand up.
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm too stupid." Chun Ling said with tears.
Madam Zhu said to be careful before taking a step forward.
"What's wrong? Do you want to ask a doctor to take a look?"
Qin Shisanlang's voice came from the side.
Madam Zhu turned around and saw him, she was a little surprised, and then she bowed her head and saluted him.
"No, no, my foot just slipped." Chun Ling lowered her head and said nervously, while taking steps in a hurry.
Madam Zhu saluted Qin Thirteenth Lang again, bowed her head and stepped forward.
"Is Miss Zhu going back or going somewhere else?" Qin Shisanlang asked.
Madam Zhu stopped and lowered her head slightly.
"I'm going back," she said.
"I heard that my wife is very good at playing the piano. Wouldn't you like me to hear it?" Qin Shisanlang asked.
Madam Zhu hesitated for a moment.
"Young Master is so flattering that I don't want to be a slave." She said, turning around and saluting.
Qin Shisanlang smiled and took the lead.
Madam Zhu lifted her heels, and the maid hurriedly threw Chun Ling away and followed her with Qin in her arms. Chun Ling also stood up straight, stretched out her hands to rub her legs, raised her head slightly, and a proud smile appeared on her lips.
In the private room, wine and food were placed one by one, and at the same time the tinkling sound of the piano also sounded in the room. When the song ended, Qin Shisanlang came back to his senses and clapped his hands and said "Hello".
"Miss Zhu's skills have improved again," he said.
"It's been more than two years, and if I don't work hard, I'm afraid I won't be able to earn a living." Mrs. Zhu lowered her head and said.
Sons of a family like Qin Shisanlang rarely set foot in brothels, let alone official prostitutes to accompany him for drinks. The last time he heard Miss Zhu play the piano up close was at the Qin family's family banquet.
Qin Shisanlang immediately thought of it after being reminded.
That family dinner was to see off Cheng Jiaoniang...
It's been so long in the blink of an eye, it still seems like yesterday.
This lady is really heartless, she says goodbye without saying a word.
Madam Zhu glanced at him, tuned the strings, plucked them with her bare hands, and another slightly longer tune started playing.
The thirteenth son of Qin came back to his senses when he heard the sound, listened to the sound of the piano, smiled thoughtfully, poured himself a glass of wine and drank slowly.
After the song ended, Miss Zhu took a short rest and picked up the tea beside her.
"Wait a minute." Qin Shisanlang raised his hand and said.
That's true. If the master didn't ask for tea, how could she, the prostitute who was accompanying him, eat it?
Madam Zhu leaned forward and put the tea bowl back.
"The tea is cold." Qin Shisanlang said while pouring the tea, "Ms. Zhu is also depressed, so it would be better to have some hot tea."
After saying that, he pushed the poured tea over.
The maidservant who was kneeling by the door quickly stood up and brought it over to Mrs. Zhu.
Miss Zhu finally raised her head to look at him, smiled slightly, her face blooming like a flower.
"Then thank you so much, sir." She said, taking the tea and drinking it in one gulp.
Qin Shisanlang smiled.
"Isn't it time to thank my bosom friend?" He smiled, "If it weren't for my bosom friend, wouldn't the music you played to soothe my mood have been in vain?"
"Young master, it's your fault. It's your business whether you know the music or not. It's your slave's job to play or not." Madam Zhu said with a smile, "This is the slave's duty."
Qin Shisanlang laughed.
"Okay, what a good job." He said, "You are somewhat similar to her..."
she..
Who would want a woman to be like a prostitute like herself? If it were any other prostitute at this time, she would be coquettish and ashamed to say something she didn't dare to say, but Miss Zhu just smiled, neither scared nor flattered.
The door of the house was opened, and a woman stepped in.
"Mr. Qin, are you looking for me?" Banqin asked with a smile, while looking at Madam Zhu who was sitting beside her.
"Yes." Qin Shisanlang nodded and said.
Seeing this, Mrs. Zhu stood up and left. Qin Shisanlang did not persuade her to stay, but asked the young man to give her money and send her out.
"... Mr. Qin, are you in a bad mood? He even drank and hired prostitutes. Be careful if your father knows how to break your legs..."
"... Don't worry, my father is reluctant to part with it. He really can't afford to invite your wife again..."
The two of them were chatting and joking in the room. The joking was relaxed and familiar. Madam Zhu turned around, watched the door of the room being closed, lowered her head and walked away slowly.
"What did you say?" Banqin asked in surprise, sitting up straight.
"I said, your wife is about to go to Beijing." Qin Shisanlang looked at her and said, raising the wine bowl to drink.
Banqin looked at him for a moment, his expression becoming solemn.
"Master Qin, what happened?" she asked.
At this time in Jiangzhou, a shout came from the alley of Nancheng.
"You can run as long as you want!" Manager Cao grabbed Cheng Ping and shouted, then looked at Cheng Jiaoniang behind him and lowered his voice, "Why are you running after you see my wife!"
"I didn't run away just because I saw your wife. I wanted to run away. It's getting late and I want to go to the streets to make money..." Cheng Ping said seriously.
Before he could finish his words, Manager Cao slapped him on the head and pushed him.
Cheng Jiaoniang had already approached, and Cheng Ping smiled and raised his hand to say hello.
"What a coincidence, my wife is taking a walk again?" he said.
Cheng Jiaoniang bowed and saluted.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I have nothing to do, just go for a walk on the street." Cheng Ping smiled and raised his feet, "Then I will first..."
"Why don't you want the money I gave you?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I have no other intention. I just want you to be able to edit your book and write a biography with peace of mind."
Cheng Ping touched his head and laughed dryly.
"Do you think I can feel at ease like this?" He said, "Madam, let me do whatever I want and let everyone do what they want."
After saying that, he lifted his feet and left.
Cheng Jiaoniang stood still for a moment in silence.
"Have you ever thought that your descendants will encounter difficulties in the future? Maybe you become stronger..." She opened her mouth and said again.
Cheng Ping stopped and turned around and smiled.
"My wife still doesn't understand." He smiled.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
Cheng Ping raised his finger and pointed at her.
"My becoming stronger is just me. It has nothing to do with other people, and it has nothing to do with any descendants. Even if my descendants have any difficulties, it is only their business. In the end, they can only survive on their own, and it has nothing to do with me.
” he said.
It has nothing to do with him! How could it have nothing to do with it! Did he not care? Did he not care about them? As he said, is their fate like this? Do they have to accept it?
"But we are not willing to give in." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
She thought about Cheng Ping's words, but she was really... unwilling to do so.
"Go and get stronger if you don't want to give in. It's not the time to make the final decision yet, it's not the time to accept your fate." Cheng Ping frowned and said, "Why do you always talk about others? Why don't you do what you should do quickly?
.”
It’s not time to accept your fate yet? Not yet?
Cheng Jiaoniang couldn't help but take a step forward.
"Is there still a chance? What's the use of me getting stronger?" She reached out and grabbed the skirt of her clothes, a little dazed, "They are all gone..."
"Aren't you still here?" Cheng Ping interrupted her.
Am I still there? Am I still there?
"But, I, I, it's not me..." Cheng Jiaoniang murmured.
"You know who you are, how come you are not you?" Cheng Ping smiled and waved his hand, "As long as you know who you are, you will always be you, you will always be here, and things will be fine if you are here.
It’s not over, it’s not the end yet, there’s still a chance, go ahead, go ahead, get stronger.”
I'm still here! There's still a chance! It's not over yet!
Cheng Jiaoniang looked stunned and her ears were buzzing.
She is still Cheng Fang, she is still Cheng Fang, the matter with the Yang family is not over yet, she is not dead yet, she is still here, she still has a chance, she has a chance to avenge her family and clan, she still has a chance...
Seeing that Cheng Jiaoniang had stopped talking, and seeing others gathering around her worriedly, Cheng Ping hurriedly took the opportunity to turn around and run away.
Children are actually very easy to coax... Just follow her wishes...
"This boy!"
Manager Cao chased for a few steps and gave up when he saw Cheng Ping running away quickly. He turned around and saw Cheng Jiaoniang standing still, frowning.
Crazy again?
There were hurried footsteps in the alley, and when he saw them, a boy hurried over.
"Madam, a letter from the northwest." He said, handing over a letter.
Banqin reached out, took it, opened it, and handed it to Cheng Jiaoniang.
Cheng Jiaoniang's slightly absent-minded eyes swept across the letter and slowly focused on it.
"Is that so..." she said.
"Madam, what's the matter?" Banqin couldn't help but ask.
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't answer, put away the letter, and looked ahead for a moment.
That's so!
Sure enough, the only good thing in this world is to be strong.
"Pack your things and let's go to Beijing." She said.
Going to Beijing?
Banqin was a little stunned when he heard this, and quickly turned around to look at Manager Cao, only to see that Manager Cao also looked surprised.
That means you heard me right.
"Now?" she asked.
"Now." Cheng Jiaoniang said, turned around and strode home.
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An update today.
(Haha Fengma (*^__^*) Hee hee... (To be continued)
