The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"...!!"

"what?!"

Back then when Duan Yihan came out with his pipa in his arms, it was the youths from Wuling who were fighting for their heads, and there were countless red silks - that peerless singer was actually his aunt?

"My mother got acquainted with Nangong Yan, who is also the lord of the Ninth City of Confucianism Gate, by chance. He knows some poems and songs, has a sweet mouth, and looks handsome." Mo Ran paused, "My mother looks I lost my sight and fell in love with this person."

Xue Meng couldn't help shaking his head while listening, and murmured: "How is it possible..."

"How could Nangong Yan refuse when a beautiful woman throws herself into her arms?" Mo Ran said, "But after all, he has status and status, and he dare not tell his real situation to a Le Ling at will. He lied to my mother and said, He is a businessman from Linyi who lives here as a guest."

"It's... After all, we've made an appointment, we've been in contact day and night, didn't your mother notice it?"

Mo Ran sneered: "If she realized it, 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 had no time to discover his roots. Later, A letter came from Linyi. Nangong Yan left Xiangtan in a hurry after receiving the mysterious letter."

"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', and disappeared from the world. .”

A female cultivator sighed: "Alas, the most difficult thing to find for these singers in the music workshop and the young ladies in the Liyuan Garden is a sincere person. It's also pitiful."

After she finished sighing, she couldn't help being curious, and continued to ask: "Then what happened afterwards? Did your mother not want to be abandoned by her lover, and sent someone to find him?"

Mo Ran shook his head: "My mother is gentle and gentle, a little cowardly. When she is abandoned, she will only swallow the bitterness in her stomach, and will not go to trouble. ... But not long after, she found that she had pregnant."

When Mrs. Wang heard this, she couldn't help but "ah", her eyes were quite sad, she looked at Mo Ran, and she didn't know what to say.

"Le Fang 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 will no longer look so good at dancing. They don't make money-losing business."

Mo Ran closed his eyes.

"My mother refused, so the nanny in charge asked her to pay a large amount of redemption fee. So she paid all her savings, all the delicate jewelry, and the embroidered shoes on her feet to the workshop, and earned her freedom. , planning to go to Linyi to find my father."

Mrs. Wang said softly: "She is a penniless woman, how can she walk 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 had left Lefang, and Xingye chased her out of the city. She gave all her spare money to my mother and told my mother——if you can't find me Dad, you might as well come to Zuiyulou to find her, and the two sisters can live a good life."

Master Xuanjing sighed: "With such loyalty, I have underestimated these weak women."

Jiang Xi asked: "Then what happened later? Did your mother find Nangong Yan?"

Mo Ran was quiet 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? Is there such a thing as a heavenly skill?"

"Tongtian's ability is not there, it's just a coincidence."

People looked at each other, with doubts on each other's faces: "How could such a coincidence happen, the city lords of Confucianism Sect usually rarely show their faces in public."

"They really seldom show up..." Mo Ran's face was filled with gloom, "However, the Confucianism School will hold a banquet for the big wedding and the full moon of the child, and accept the congratulations on the tower. Isn't it?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this: "Could it be that the letter Nangong Yan received back then urged him to go back and get married?"

Someone else recalled: "Ah, now that I think about it, Nangong Yan's first wife seems to be the daughter of a wealthy family. Maybe he was forced to leave the kabuki with whom he was in love, and go back to meet 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-it was the head of the Confucianism School who told him that his wife was about to give birth. He went back to accompany him."

Now even Xue Zhengyi, who had been silent all this time, changed his expression, he said: "So when Nangong Yan 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 expression of too much pain on his face. He calmly said, "Because his wife is pregnant, Nangong Yan is not in good health. It's easy to have a miscarriage, so he came outside to relax. He met my mother and liked it in his heart, so he lied that he had never married to win my mother's favor."

Some people stomped their feet and said, "This is really worse than a beast!"

"The wife at home is pregnant, but I ran out to play in the mountains and rivers, and made another child outside, alas."

"This period of clothes is also bad luck, can Nangong Yan recognize her?"

The answer is self-evident.Everyone was agitated and indignant, and the eyes they cast on Mo Ran were a little more sympathetic.But Mo Ran didn't care so much about what others thought of him, he just continued to tell his mother's experience.

This is the first time he has spoken out openly about a secret he has harbored for two lifetimes.In addition to the pain, he also felt somewhat relieved.

Mo Ran said: "At that time, Linyi had a large floating mat to celebrate the success of Lin'er, the owner of Confucianism Gate. My mother came to the turret of the Ninth City, and saw Nangong Yan hugging his wife and children on the turret of the Ninth City. The common people paid their respects and sprinkled Jiguo wedding cakes. My mother... didn't look for him again. At that time, she had run out of money, and she couldn't even pay for the passage money back to Hunan. After more than half a year, she was in Linyi I was born in an abandoned woodshed."

Jiang Xi asked: "Then did you go back to Xiangtan Zuiyu Tower?"

Mo Ran shook his head: "When I was born, I was in very poor health. I fell ill within a month, and I was unable to run around. In order to see a doctor for me, she asked all the doctors in the city's medical center, and no one was willing to help her... She had no choice but to finally hug me and find a way to enter the Confucian School and find Nangong Yan."

That year, the frail mother appeared in front of her lover with a newborn baby like a kitten in her arms.

That man had no joy, only endless consternation and fear, and even anger.

He has a charming wife and childish son, his wife is the daughter of a famous and promising wealthy family, the son she gave birth to is fat and cute, and the family is harmonious and happy - Duan Yihan is a rat shit in his eyes, if he wants to ruin his good reputation, bad Drop him and have a family reunion.

She is uneasy.

Why should he recognize them?

Fearing that she would make things worse, Nangong Yan gave her enough money to take the child out of the Confucian School. Duan Yihan held his last hope and said with tears in his eyes, "The child hasn't been named yet, can you give me a name?" cannot……"

He glared angrily, his face green as iron: "Get out! Get out! This is not my child, don't be shameless, get out!"

She was roughly pushed out the door.

There was no time to be sad, the little baby in her arms was crying so faintly, her hands and feet were cold, curled up in her arms like a dying cat.

When she called him, he opened his dark eyes and looked at her ignorantly, not naughty at all, very obedient, and very quiet.

She held back her tears and carried him to the hospital.

The doctor in the clinic yelled at her: "How many times have I told you, our place is not Jishitang, how can we treat your child for nothing? If you don't have money, then—"

She hurriedly gave Nangong Yan alms to her, and took out the stinky money sent to her, in a hurry, for fear that others would frighten the young son in her arms.

Her eyes were full of distress, and she kept bowing her head: "Rich, doctor, rich. Please, do me a favor and save my child. Look, he, he is still so young..."

It's not that the medical clinic has no kindness, but it's just that this woman annoyed her in front of her head, and the herbal ointments for children are not cheap, so they rudely rejected her.Now that the woman was able to pay enough taels, their attitude improved again.

Herbal medicine, acupuncture.

He was so sick that he had to live in the hospital.Mo Ran's condition was good and bad, and he was lingering for several months before he finally recovered.And at this time, Duan Yihan didn't have much money left on his body.She thanked the doctor and left with the child in her arms.Seeing that winter was coming soon, she was afraid that her youngest son would freeze again, so she cut a small jacket and a small quilt.

After doing this, all the money was gone, and she couldn't go back to Xiangtan.But Duan Yihan was sitting in the abandoned woodshed, looking at the little guy who was giggling at him with his fingers in his mouth, he felt very happy and peaceful.

She has always been a contented person.

"What should I call you?"

The child babbles and cannot speak.

Duan Yihan built a fire, hugged his child by the firepit to keep warm, and teased him.

When the child laughs, she laughs with her.

The fire was burning flickeringly, and the house was poor and dilapidated, but because of this fire, she felt extremely warm. She rubbed his little face, making him kick his little feet and laugh out loud.

She thought for a while and said, "Or, I'll call you Ran'er."

Mo Ran sucked his fingers and stared at her with dark eyes.

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 after A Niang. The surname A Niang was given by the mother in the music workshop. Follow me. It's always a bit weird... I'll just call you Burner, okay?"

Mo Ran happily smashed his fingers, without nodding or shaking his head.

"Xiao Ran'er, when spring comes, let's go back to Xiangtan." Duan Yihan stroked his soft fetal hair, "Mother can play the pipa and dance. There is a girl Xun there, she is my mother's good sister, I must like you very much, you have to be good, and learn to call you aunt early... Well, forget it, she has a bad temper, you should learn to call me sister. When you meet, you must say hello to sister Xun, so that you can eat sweets, know have no idea?"

She held his soft and young fingers and said softly.

"Ran'er, wait a little longer, winter will pass soon, and we will go home when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming."

But this winter, after all, is still too long.

That year was a year of calamity, the world of lower cultivators was full of sneaks, Linyi was built high fortifications, and ordinary people were strictly prohibited from entering and leaving, so Duan Yihan had no way to leave.

She went to work in a store to earn some money to support her family.But there is no impenetrable wall in the world. I don't know who revealed the history of her husband's love affairs to Nangong Yan's wife. In short, the steamed stuffed bun shop where Duan Yihan was employed kicked her out of the shop not long after, without any reason.

From then on, Duan Yihan was squeezed out and couldn't find a living in Linyi, so he had to bring his youngest son to perform and beg.Several times, she sang softly and softly on the street, while Nangong Yan was angry with his horse and fresh clothes, and his followers, Haohao Tangtang, walked past her.

He felt guilty and wanted to avoid her.

In fact, there is no need for him to do this. Although Duan Yihan is weak, she has a lot of pride. She just sings a little song from Xiangtan, and she doesn't even look at this man, let alone cry at her former lover in the street. So fickle.

In fact, he didn't understand how arrogant this pipa girl was.

"Look at her tear-stained face, although her clothes are ragged, she has a kind face, and she doesn't know her face when she meets a stranger, why is she staring at me?"

Someone passed by her and casually threw her a copper coin.

She was just like the magnificent lady Lexian back then, she lowered her eyes in blessing, and said softly: "Thank you for your kindness, master."

The days went on like this day by day, the lower cultivator world was constantly fighting, Linyi stood on the sidelines, and the wall of rejecting evil spirits was erected high all the time.

This vertical is five years.

Mo Ran is five years old.

One day, Nangong Yan quarreled with his wife and was upset, so he turned east and west and went shopping in West Market.The weather was fine that day, he held his hands behind his back, and looked at the jewelry shops and pastry shops with a lack of interest.Under the big banyan tree, there are old men playing chess.

Linyi has always been a blessed place, so what does it matter how many people died in the lower cultivation world?Here, they have been singing and dancing for a hundred years.

Nangong Yan walked over to watch the old men play chess.

He travels in ordinary clothes, and people don't know him, so he cheerfully points out the best tricks, which finally annoys those uncles so much that they drive him away.

Nangong Yan was devastated, feeling unhappy, walked a few steps forward, and stood under a big tree, looking at a gold silk embroidered birdcage hanging on a branch, in which the white-eyed bird was singing crisply.

Perhaps it was because the sunshine was so good that it made people feel at ease. Nangong Yan stood under the tree thinking about it, and suddenly thought of the soft and gentle girl in the Xiangtan Building more than five years ago.

He tilted his head, teased the white-eyed bird, and said, "Hey, can you sing Hunan opera?"

Of course the white-eyed bird can't sing, it chirped by itself.

Nangong Yan sighed, and hummed the little tune that Yihan sang countless times in his ears many years ago.

Suddenly, I heard a clear voice behind me, and someone was chanting tenderly: "In the wild, the clouds are low and the wind is cold, and the sky is full of ice and snow to seal the well fence."

As if in a lifetime, he suddenly turned around.

Because he has been deliberately avoiding her, he has not seen her for a long time. At this moment, separated from the bustling downtown and the crowds, he suddenly saw that slender and gentle woman—like so many years, without him. Dare to speak to his wife in the dream.

He met her again.

Duan Yihan brought a frail child, the mother and son stood by the side of the street, she lowered her eyes and sang a ditty that was hard to buy in the past, hoping to win the pity of the passing gentleman and the money for a meal.

She sang softly: "There are tens of millions of pedestrians in front of the mountain and behind the mountain..."

Countless people came and went in front of her, but no one stayed for her.

Although the song is nice, it is not a real thing. She wants to sing it herself, and no one is willing to pay for her.

"...It's easy for a man to see a man, but it's hard for a man to see a man. Looking at the Guanhe River, the smoke and water are cold." Suddenly, a pair of shoes fused with gold and inlaid with emerald jade appeared in front of her eyes. After humming the song, "I can't count Feihong's books, but the well is full of tears 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 he was more than five years ago, handsome, imposing, and extremely handsome.He is not old at all, and the years have left no traces on his face.

Duan Yihan saw his own reflection in his eyes.From a girl who was beautiful and beautiful five years ago, she is now full of weather, with no beauty, which is disgusting.

But Nangong Yan looked at her with affectionate eyes.

Married for many years, his wife heard about his past love history. Although she didn't dare to speak out, she was displeased in every possible way. She lost her temper and put on airs at every turn, and her son was also stubborn.Standing in front of Duan Yihan today, seeing her like this, he felt somewhat guilty and pity in his heart.

Duan Yihan stopped talking, lowered his eyelashes, and stopped singing.

"Aunt?" Mo Ran was puzzled and turned to look at her.

Duan Yihan said: "Auntie 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 wanted to leave hand in hand.

Nangong Yan called her to stop: "You..."

His eyes fell on Mo Ran again.

The child was thin and small, and his clothes were ragged, but he was sensible and had a pretty face.

Nangong Yan suddenly realized that this was his own child.

It is his flesh and blood.

He reached out and touched Mo Ran's 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 kitten-like baby in his arms and begged him to save him.

"He doesn't have a name yet," she said at the time.

"What's your name?" Nangong Yan asked.

"Raner."

"What's your last name?"

"I don't have a last name."

Nangong Yan looked at Duan Yihan quite sadly, and he didn't know what kind of impulse he said, "Otherwise, you would—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a group of Confucian Taoist priests passing by at the corner of the street.

Nangong Yan's trance was interrupted.

With a jolt, he seemed to have returned to reality.

He met Shang Duan Yihan's eyes again.

Those eyes that used to look at him with a crooked smile are now very dull, no longer have any fantasy dreams of a young girl in spring, even when he just wanted to recognize them, they were cold.

She had already seen through this man.

Because of this, Nangong Yan looked a little embarrassed and embarrassed.In order to cover up his emotions, he coughed lightly, donated 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 jewels, gold and silver should match her."

A slender hand took the money bag from Mo Ran.

Duan Yihan only took a copper plate from the bag, put it in the broken bowl held by Mo Ran, and then handed back all the heavy jewelry and silver coins to Nangong Yan.

She didn't say much, but blessed him softly and flatly, just like any passerby who gave her money.

She said to him politely: "Thank you for your kindness, master."

After all, turn around and leave.

She is a Xiangtan music fairy, and she was once a star in the moon, singing and dancing.She was never lonely when thousands of people were empty-handed for her.But now that the clothes are faded and the beauty is withered, she can only beg for mercy on the side of the road, but she will not feel inferior.

On that day, from Duan Yihan's subtle attitude, Mo became suspicious, and then he made indirect remarks and asked all kinds of questions before he learned of his own life experience.

"Mother told you this because she didn't want to lie to you. But Xiao Raner, you have to remember, don't get angry." Duan Yihan said, "I don't ask him either."

She said, poking Mo Ran's little brain.

"We will go back to Xiangtan when the catastrophe in Xiujie subsides and Linyi allows ordinary people to come and go."

The ink burned for a long time, then nodded: "I don't ask him, I will go back to Xiangtan with A Niang."

Duan Yihan smiled and said, "I don't know if Sister Xun recognizes me or not, I don't even look good."

Mo Ran was very anxious: "Aniang looks good."

"Ok?"

"Auntie is the prettiest."

Duan Yihan smiled even brighter, and between her eyebrows and eyes, she really revived the style of the stunning beauty back then. She teased him: "You have such a sweet mouth, you have to coax whoever will marry you in the future."

Mo Ran was a little embarrassed, pursed his mouth, and after a while, he still showed his pointed milk teeth.

"When I grow up, I want to find a daughter-in-law who is like a fairy, and then stay with A Niang together."

"Oh, you have such a beautiful idea, who is going to marry you."

The mother and son laughed and laughed, and the bonfire in the firewood room was crackling and warm.It seems that every day in the future will go on peacefully like this.Fire and night gave the poor people illusory comfort, so at that time, none of them expected that in fact, Duan Yihan's time was numbered.

"It was the autumn when I was five years old." Mo Ran said, "The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed. Because of the long-term closure of Confucianism, Linyi's food supply has been insufficient. They adjusted the price of goods. After all, it is to let the poor below Control your appetite and don't compete with the rich."

Xue Zhengyi had already heard mixed feelings, and his heart was in a mess, but after Mo Ran said this, he still thought about it, and then nodded.

"Yes, I remember that price adjustment. The hungry people rioted in Linyi later, and the Confucianism School finally lowered the price back. It lasted for about... a year?"

Jiang Xi said: "I remember it was half a year."

Mo Ran closed his eyes and said, "It's not that long. It's one month and five days. It only lasted 35 days."