The reunion between You Xia'er and the little girl was that after they signed up for each other, they had nothing to say. The big eyes stared at the small ones for a long time. Wei Changpan and Xiao Lan'er were walking aside.
Xiao Lan'er was alert when things happened. She said that a door latch in the brothel was broken, and she wanted the young man to see if it could be repaired, so she didn't have to go to the town to ask someone to come. Before Yue Qingqing could agree, she took him.
The confused young man ran out of the main hall as fast as he could. Before leaving, he did not forget to close the main door openly and securely, but secretly left a crack in the door for a peek.
Wei Changpan was still confused and didn't know what Xiao Lan'er was doing with this seemingly familiar move. Turning around to see his clueless and silly expression, Xiao Lan'er was very surprised:
"Have you never heard of Bijiao before?" The young man shook his head and remembered what the old scholar once taught:
Do unto others, do not impose on others.
This is what the old scholar explained to the ignorant boys at that time, and he also made a popular analogy. There is a child leader in the town. At the age of seven or eight, he has the body of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old. There are people of the same age in the reading school.
He only obeyed his orders, even if he was beaten and kicked, but he and Wei Changpan were from the same poor family in the town, so he was more kind to the young man, and even wanted to let Wei Changpan be the leader of the book school gang.
The "second leader" was just politely rejected by him.
The leader of the children named Wu Tongqian would often bully other children of the same age outside, wait for them to come home crying, and bring an adult to complain to Wu Tongqian's drunkard father. Wait until he was sent away with a smile on his face, and he would apologize and send them away in anger.
Sir, Wu Tongqian must have had a good meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.
Since you, Wu Tongqian, don't want to be beaten by your father, you have to treat the children around you harshly.
What the old scholar said didn't make sense. Privately, Wu Tongqian and Wei Changpan looked disdainful when they were floating in the stream. But Wu Tongqian, who had always been considered bold by the adults in the town, opened his heart to the young man for the first time. He
If I had known that my family could not compare with anyone of the same age around me, if I showed a slight tendency to accept the weak and fear the strong in front of those people, I would have been beaten to death for the rest of my life.
Wu Tongqian threw pebbles into the stream, but he couldn't knock out a few floats. Then he got mad and grabbed a handful and threw them into the river with all his strength. He made dozens of thump thump thumps and scared away the willow trees by the stream.
A few birds were parked above.
At that time, Wei Changpan had not yet entered the brothel, and Wu Tongqian had not yet taken over the old hoe from his drunkard father.
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Although the young man felt that what Wu Tongqian said was well founded, it did not mean that what the old scholar said was completely unreasonable.
Just like now, although he has nothing important to do that deserves others to listen to his side of the story, in the end this will make people uncomfortable.
So when faced with Xiao Lan'er's question, he resolutely shook his head like a rattle, intending to reach out and pull Xiao Lan'er back and close the door tightly.
But Xiao Lan'er couldn't care about this. What she cared about was what grudges and grudges had happened between Sister Qingqing and the really ugly-looking Master Xiaopan in the world. It was a delicate flower that took the initiative to insert into the cow.
On the dung, or is it the stinky cow dung that insists on clinging to the flowers?
Xiao Lan'er felt impatient in her heart. Not to mention poking at the cracks in the door to listen for clues, she wished she could just stand by and watch every move and expression of the two people inside.
When Wei Changpan was worrying about how to reason with Xiao Laner, who was hanging at the door refusing to leave, an unprecedented and solemn voice came from the crack in the door:
"Xiao Lan'er, you can go to the back of the building and walk for half an hour. If you still want to come and listen, just make up for an hour. Xiao Pan, go and keep an eye on her. If you dare to show any signs of laziness, then wait for me.
Just come out and do it yourself.”
Xiao Lan'er's originally irritable movements seemed to have been soaked in cold water from head to toe, which made her feel completely cool. She reluctantly closed the crack in the door tightly, and was pulled by Wei Changpan towards the open ground behind the brothel.
There was another period of silence in the main hall. Mr. Qian, a bold and bold man who usually liked to show off, now looked like a coy little woman. He didn't speak for a long time. It was Yue Qingqing who broke the embarrassing scene in front of her eyes:
"Xiaopan is your disciple, right? His talent is mediocre, but children from poor families can afford to suffer. In the future, they may not be able to make some names for themselves in martial arts."
The second master Qian, who was stroking his beard and didn't know how to speak, reacted, and his words were very blunt and meaningless. "That's right. It doesn't matter who has accepted him as a disciple. It doesn't matter how good his bones are. His nature is naturally top-notch and ruthless."
Can’t be picky.”
Yue Qingqing said with a smile: "Then why do you want this precious disciple of yours to come to our little brothel to be such a lowly servant? Aren't you afraid that you will be ridiculed in the future because of your background?"
"What are you afraid of? Isn't it said in the book that if a person wants to achieve a great career, he has to endure great hardships and suffer great hardships?"
Only when you have a head can you have a great future. What did you say..."
"'Heaven is going to entrust a great responsibility to this person, but he must first strain his muscles and bones, strain his mind and spirit, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions, so that he can move his heart and forbearance and gain what he cannot.'" Confucianism
I didn’t expect that a warrior like you, who is not literate, would know a little bit about what the famous master said.” The beauty smiled and arched her eyebrows, her eyes narrowed into the shape of a crescent moon.
"Hey... that's what I mean, Li'er is not just that kind of Li'er, but the wife-in-law is very worried about things here, but she's not as cheerful as she was back then."
"Then Master Qian, why don't you look at whether you have gained a lot of weight compared to back then?"
"It's close to my hometown and far away from the world, so I'm lucky that my martial arts skills aren't too loose."
....
The conversation was very pleasant.
Mr. Qian left the brothel and found Xiao Lan'er, who was still struggling to support Zama Bu, and Wei Changpan, who was helping her stabilize her body. He solemnly told the latter that he would come to his house every half a day from now on.
Once, I could teach him step by step, but it was far from a perfect boxing skill.
The confused young man was left behind, and he bowed deeply to the back of Mr. Qian who turned and left before he finished speaking.
No one in this town knows that among Mr. Qian's third wife and concubines, the first wife's eyebrows and eyes are the most like that person's, the first concubine's face and hair are the most like that person's, and the third son of Xina is the most charming like that person when he smiles.
Mr. Qian was in a trance, remembering how the kind-hearted little girl who witnessed his miserable situation after his first heroic act in the world ended in disastrous failure, how she felt guilty and worried about him, and watched him for several days before he died.
Still not at ease, he gave him a dagger that would come in handy in the future.
He said a joke at the time, "Little girl, don't you fall in love with me at first sight just because you saw me standing up and receiving a good beating."
The thin-skinned girl blushed and pinched his wound so hard that he grimaced in pain and even murmured in a low voice that he thought it was beautiful.
It would be nice if the ranger and the little girl became a couple.
However, when we met again, You Xia'er sealed her sword and returned to her hometown. The little girl became a beauty and came to You Xia'er's hometown.
The moon is still the same moon, the mountains and rivers are still the same, the grass and trees are still the same, but the people are not the same people anymore.