Mingjun is not descended from the world

After hearing this, Yu Yuesan stood up unconsciously in a daze.He was half a head shorter than Xu Yiliang, even if he stood up straight, he had to raise his head to meet Xu Yiliang's downcast gaze.

The matter of redeeming the silver has always been a thorn in Yu Yuesan's heart.Because of this thorn, he always felt that he was an object bought by Xu Yiliang that could change hands, a slave without personality.He always thought that if he returned the ransom money, he and Xu Yiliang would no longer be benefactors and husbands, and his soul, even if he was a head shorter than Xu Yiliang, would no longer kneel down.

Xu Yiliang smiled wryly and shook his head, "It turned out to be a matter of redeeming the silver. Well, then, if you give me one silver dollar, I will sell you your body deed. In fact, I should have paid you back a long time ago, but I didn't give you that Just take things to heart, I didn't expect to cause these things. You are free now, so what will you do?"

Yu Yuesan looked at Xu Yiliang in a daze.Has the ransom really been paid off?He never really thought about it, when he was really an independent and free soul, what would he do without the bondage of the contract?Did he return to the rivers and lakes and wander the world?Or change his identity and stay by Xu Yiliang's side?

Ever since he came to Xu Zhai, accompanying Xu Yiliang has become his mission and responsibility. Xu Yiliang's tenderness, consideration, and confidant make this mission extremely natural and comfortable, but when this mission does not exist, Would he still be willing to accompany Xu Yiliang?

Yu Yuesan was stunned. To put this question another way, does he love Xu Yiliang?

Is his emotion for Xu Yiliang really love?Isn't it because of the rope he handed over in the abyss, and the rain he brought in the dry desert?Isn't it because he is a handful of moonlight that faintly shines in in his endless dark night?

Is gratitude counted as love?Is the friendship of bosom friends counted as love?

Is it love if you don't want to be his subordinate, don't want to be under his shade, and want to talk to his soul on an equal footing?

Yu Yuesan's heart turned a thousand times, but his eyes were moistened unconsciously.Xu Yiliang didn't know the twists and turns in his heart, but when he heard about the redemption and was happy, he held him in his arms and shook his head with a wry smile, "What you said earlier seems to be reasonable, but it doesn't make sense. You think money is important to you?" I am something that is easy to get, so if I spend money on you, it is not considered sincerity. To me, the sincerity is a rare thing. Do you really turn a blind eye to the sincerity I spend on you? "

Yu Yuesan looked up at him blankly, her bright red lips were parted, but she couldn't say a word.Xu Yiliang resisted the urge to kiss, and only added some strength to Yu Yuesan's hand, and said impatiently, "My friend."

Yu Yuesan asked inexplicably, "Who is the enemy?"

Seeing his ignorant look of staying out of the way, Xu Yiliang rubbed the man in his arms and pillowed on his shoulder and said harshly, "Whoever tortures me is my enemy!"

Ever since Xu Yiliang ruined Yu Yuesan's body contract, the Xu family's attitude towards him has changed drastically.

Others have limited contact with Yu Yuesan, but Aunt Mei, because she always talks and does things with Yu Yuesan every day, seeing him now, she is always a little embarrassed to stand or sit.Not to mention going up to flatter him, it's just hard to do anything about it.

This day was Laba, according to the old routine of previous years, Xu Yiliang went back to the mansion to see the old man and his wife, and then came back to drink a bowl of porridge, counting it as a holiday.

The rice at home is all ready, but the ginkgo is missing. Yu Yuesan has nothing to do at home, so he wants to go out for a walk and buy some ginkgo along the way.

Pingjin in winter is dry and cold, and the cold wind blows on the face like a knife.At this time in previous years, if there was no opera and singing, Yu Yuesan would nest in a leaky room, wrapped in a tattered quilt, and hug a boiled water jar to keep warm.The kang in the theater troupe does not burn, and charcoal is needed to burn the kang, and charcoal also costs money.

At this time, he was wearing a fur coat made by the best tailor shop in Pingjin City, and a long woolen scarf around him, and his whole body was covered in rich colors.Passing by those disgraceful people of the three religions, he sat in a well-dressed rickshaw, a head taller than most of the people in the city who bowed their backs.

Yu Yuesan looked at those most familiar numb expressions. She once stood with them, was trampled at the bottom of the city, and used their flesh and blood to support the singing and dancing of the upper class.

And at this time, I have changed my glamorous shell through the light of others, has it really become noble?

Just as he was in a trance, he heard the newspaper boy holding up the newspaper and shouting in his ear,

"Tongfu Class Suzhou Performance..."

Yu Yuesan couldn't hear it clearly, he just felt a gust of cold wind coming in from his collar, his whole body shivered, and he suddenly became sober.He stretched out his hand to call the newspaper boy over, and the newspaper boy held the newspaper high on his feet and handed it over.

Yu Yuesan waved his hand, took out a coin and stuffed it into the newsboy's hand, saying, "Just tell me what is written in the newspaper!"

The newsboy stuffed the silver dollar into his bosom, insisted on stuffing the newspaper in Yu Yuesan's hands, stood upright and shouted loudly to the gentle gentleman in front of him, "Tongfu troupe's performance in Suzhou is over, and the last Kunqu opera troupe in the country is disbanded." .”

Yu Yuesan went out and walked around a lot, but he didn't buy the ginkgo fruit. Now that Yu Yuesan has a different status, Aunt Mei couldn't blame him anymore, so she found another grain and put it into the porridge, and cooked it thick and thick. The pot of eight-treasure porridge waited for Xu Yiliang to come back.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yiliang never came that night, the mansion called and said that he was staying at home overnight, Yu Yuesan was restless, and fell asleep hastily without even eating porridge.

Early the next morning, Yu Yuesan was still asleep, but was woken up by a strange sound of music.

Whose family is doing weddings and funerals?The music was too loud, as if it was played in my own yard.

Yu Yuesan rubbed his still sleepy eyes, and sat silently on the bed for a while, only to hear the music getting louder and louder, without the slightest intention to stop, he put his coat on his body, put on his shoes, and pushed open the door from the bedroom walked out.

There is no band or theater troupe in the yard, and the sound is obviously coming from home.

Yu Yuesan followed the sound into the front hall, but saw Xu Yiliang sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals, and there was a huge brass horn on the table.

The black disc with a picture of a puppy rotated slowly under the pointer, and a rough, deep and melodious music sounded faintly from the speaker.Yu Yuesan had never heard such an instrument, it sounded like a huqin, but the sound of a huqin was much more cheerful.This piece of music, together with this unknown instrument, clearly reveals a sense of bleak and hopeless suffocation. The strings seem to have been stretched to the limit, and they may burst at any time. Even the pores are pulled tense by the sound, and After this impenetrable depression, there is a dry warmth of living towards death.

Standing beside Yu Yuesan, Aunt Mei tugged at his sleeve and said in a low voice, "What's the matter, young master? I moved back early in the morning with a speaker that can sing, and I don't listen to operas. I'm crazy to listen to the sound of sawing."

Yu Yuesan smiled helplessly, not knowing how to explain it, so she sent Aunt Mei away to make breakfast.

At the end of the song, Xu Yiliang opened his eyes, only to see Yu Yuesan casually dressed in a homely shirt, with a disheveled head of cute slightly curly hair, looking at him with a face full of confusion.

Xu Yiliang took the pointer away from the disc, took Yu Yuesan's hand and said, "Did you wake up?"

Yu Yuesan glared at him when he heard the words, "You played this early in the morning just to wake me up, and you insisted on asking."

Xu Yiliang was not annoyed when someone exposed him, he fondled the smooth horn of the phonograph and said, "Is this song good?"

Yu Yuesan nodded and said, "It's nice, what kind of song is this, and what is it used to play? It's those Western things again!"

Xu Yiliang said, "This is a famous Bach song. It is played by an instrument called Xuelou. It is a very big Vatican." He stretched out his hand and gestured, "It's very big. It’s so high that it needs to be placed on the ground to be played.”

Yu Yuesan couldn't imagine what it was like, so she nodded and said, "It sounds very different from our oriental silk and bamboo. Aunt Mei said it was the sound of a saw." After speaking, she laughed.

Xu Yiliang also laughed, "This thing is really wonderful. I asked the department store to buy it for me from Italy, but it made me wait for a while. I will buy you a few more records in the future, so that you If the house is boring, you can play some favorite tunes."

"Did it cost a lot more?"

"Hey, I didn't spend much money, it's only less than thirty..." As he was talking, Xu Yihao seemed to have thought of something, he quickly raised his eyes to see Yu Yuesan's face, and sure enough, the smile on his face had disappeared Without a trace, he hurriedly changed his words, "I bought this for a friend. He is not in Pingjin recently. When he comes back, I will take it and return it to him. It is a waste to store it now, why don't we enjoy it first... ..."

Yu Yuesan snorted softly and didn't try to expose him, turned around and went back to the room to change and wash.Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked away, Xu Yiliang put the pointer back on the disc and followed him quietly.

Yu Yuesan was a bit late in closing the door, so Xu Yiliang had time to sneak into the room.

"What are you coming in with me? I'm going to change my clothes."

"Your room is warm, can I come in to warm up?" Xu Yiliang sat beside Yu Yuesan's still messy bed, crossing his legs and said a little rascally.

Yu Yuesan saw him half lying on the bed she had just woken up from, flipping back and forth on the quilt with one hand, her ears turned red for some reason, he pulled Xu Yiliang up from the bed and pushed him onto the chair, saying, "Get up , your clothes are covered with dust from the outside, and my bed is dirty."

As he spoke, he bent over and packed up.

"What records should I buy?" Yu Yuesan felt itchy in his ears, but when he tilted his head, he saw Xu Yiliang clinging to him, "It's fashionable to sing outside now." I don't really like listening to celebrity records."

Yu Yuesan was locked between the bed and his body by him. When he moved, Xu Yiliang moved again. He was so crowded that he couldn't even stabilize his figure.If he pushed back forcefully, as if throwing himself into his arms on purpose, wouldn't it be right in his arms; if he simply climbed forward on the bed, in front of Xu Yiliang, wouldn't that be more invitations? mean.

When he was in a dilemma, he saw Xu Yiliang standing up straight and taking a half step back, and said with a narrow smile, "They always perform in dramas, 'If you are sharing a mandarin tent with Miss Passionate, how can you be willing to make the bed', it seems In this declining world, Miss Passionate has already made the bed by herself!"