ex-husband high energy

In March of Yangchun, the north is still sleeping in the swirling snow, while the south is already full of verdant flowers and trees, full of vitality.

In a charming alley in Liwan, Guangzhou, there are pedestrians in twos and threes, young lovers holding arms affectionately, a few girls bought curry fish balls on the street, chatting about the latest celebrity gossip, their Cantonese is soft and waxy, Like a lark singing a cappella.

The minibus wobbled and stopped at the entrance of the alley. A family of three got off the bus. One of the two fathers was carrying a mommy bag and the other was carrying a small water bottle. They were both tall and handsome.The little boy held a balloon sword and wore an armored warrior baseball cap, but at the age of two or three, his steps were already quite steady.

"Father, I want to eat fish balls too!" Zong Weiwei dragged Levi's hand, bouncing and pulling him to the fish ball block, tiptoed and pointed at all the things on it, "I want this, this, this and this!"

"How big a stomach do you have, can you eat so much?" Levi's turned the brim of his hat to the back of his head, and said gently but unquestionably, "You can only choose one, you can't waste food, you know?"

"Zong Ming wants to eat too!" Zong Weiwei pulled his father's tiger skin as a banner, "He has a big stomach and wants to eat four! Emmm... Dad, you should eat one too, or Zong Ming will be embarrassed. "

"..." Levi suspected that he had given birth to a cross talk actor.

"Father! Who taught you to call me by my name?" Zong Ming lifted his foot and kicked his son's fat buttocks. "Did you call me my name?"

Zong Weiwei hugged her buttocks and said: "Yeah, I learned from you. Don't you call my grandfather Eden? We are a dear family!"

"It's against you." Zong Ming tugged at his son's small ears, "Then why don't you call your father Levi's? His name is inlaid with diamonds?"

"He pays." Zong Weiwei said confidently, "He is our benefactor, does the benefactor understand? All the money in the family is earned by writing novels, and he has worked so hard!" Turning around, he flattered Levi's Laughing, "Daddy?"

Levi's sighed weakly, no matter how hard he tried to educate his son, it couldn't match Zong Ming's godlike "precept and example".Zong Weiwei hangs around with Zong Ming all day long, and before she was three years old, she has already shown an outstanding talent for being a demon.

It's not that he doesn't work hard as a father, it's because someone is poisonous!

"Look at you, you're making my dad angry again!" Zong Weiwei noticed that Levi's expression was unkind, and deftly blamed Zong Ming, "Hey~ I can't help you anymore, he definitely won't buy your share. Sigh! Really, I still want to try a few more."

Levi's laughed angrily at him, so he could only ask the boss if there was a cross talk troupe nearby, and send him in as an apprentice quickly, so as not to waste his eloquence.

Zong Ming didn't feel anything wrong, and responded to his son's humor with a bronze-like laugh: "You are really my own, and you can throw the blame even better than me. It's amazing." He poked Levi's with his elbow: "Pay the money, the benefactor. After a hard time, he came to Guangzhou and let him taste a few more. I can't finish it."

Li Jinzhu looked at the sky and sighed, and took out his mobile phone to pay. The only thing he was lucky about was that Zong Ming was no longer picky about his food after having a child. He even ate raisin cinnamon biscuits that he had never touched before.

The premise is that Zong Weiwei eats the leftovers.

Well, and the leftovers he ate.

A family of three stood on the side of the road and shared four snacks, enjoying themselves happily.Although Zong Weiwei is naughty, she has a good temper and is generous. You share the food with the two fathers one by one, especially treating them equally.Levi's ate the fish cake he fed to him. The bad feelings just now had been thrown out of the sky, and he silently comforted himself that he had his own personality, and he had to think more about the good in raising children...

"Boss, may I ask, is the Rong's mansion just ahead?" Zong Ming asked the owner of the fish ball stall.

"Rong's Mansion? Oh, you mean the Rong's Academy? It's just in front, just a few steps away." The boss said.

"Study hall? Isn't that the former Qingrong family's ancestral house, which was donated to the Guangzhou government as a museum after liberation? Has it been changed into a book hall?"

"The Rong family has a lot of books. It is a scholarly family. There are many study rooms, all of which are larger than the main room." The boss said, "In the past, the cultural relics were protected, and the books in them were sealed. A few years ago, some descendants of the Rong family I wrote a letter to the city, saying that my book collection should not be wasted, and the city opened up most of the books for citizens to read, and also allocated funds for restoration and maintenance.”

"Oh, I see."

Levi's squatted aside to feed his son water, then turned to ask the boss, "Are there many people reading?"

"Not many, they are all ancient books. Young people nowadays like to read online novels." The boss said, "My daughter is fascinated by "Sonnets at the Bottom of the Atlantic", which is very popular now, and I don't know What was said."

"..." Zong Ming's face changed, and he corrected after holding back for a long time, "That's not a novel, it's a collection of poems."

"What?" The boss wiped his hands and said with a smile, "Then I'll read it when I have time. There are still people writing poems these days."

Zong Ming: "...you'd better not read it." Beware of being blind, hehe.

After the three of them finished their snacks, they walked forward for about a hundred meters and saw a quaint Xiguan mansion. Next to the gate, there was a nameplate of a cultural relic protection unit, and two dignified and upright characters were written on the plaque—Rong Zhai.

The Rong family has been merchants for generations, but there is a literati in their bones. The couplets at the door are engraved with "the spring breeze blows the threshold and is as warm as jade, and the window is carved like gold on a good day". Straightforward, revealing the meaning of leisure and freehand brushwork and the quietness of time.

This was probably the life that Mrs. Rong yearned for most in that turbulent era.

The three of them registered at the concierge, and strolled through the gate.Like the Xiguan big houses that were common in the late Qing Dynasty, the Rong Zhai is extremely well-built, with four entrances and three bays. The front yard is a typical Chinese-style building, with a hard mountain top, sill windows, and grandeur.The backyard is a Soviet-style garden with winding paths and surrounded by mountains and rivers, graceful and meticulous.

The main house with two entrances in the middle is extremely boldly designed, absorbing the characteristics of Western architectural style on the basis of Chinese-style terraces, Roman columns, spiral staircases, European-style balconies... The most incredible thing is that the middle of the two buildings is actually arched with iron frames. The dome is inlaid with European-style flower glass, forming a fully enclosed Western patio.The noon sun shines through the glass on the stone floor, which is mottled and magnificent.

Standing on the air corridor connecting the two floors, Levi's looked up to the sky and sighed: "It's so beautiful. I didn't expect the Chinese architectural design more than 100 years ago to be so avant-garde. Fortunately, it was not destroyed by the war."

An old gentleman passing by holding a book stopped and smiled: "It's not so lucky. During the Guangzhou bombing, the glass was gone, and the iron beams were broken in sevens and eights. They were repaired after liberation."

"Oh, so that's the case, thank you for telling me." Levi said sincerely.

Zong Weiwei lay on the ground pointing at the light and shadow of the glass with her chubby finger, and babbled: "Little rabbit, little bear, pig cat..."

The old gentleman smiled, bent over and asked, "What is a pig cat?"

"It's a cat as fat as a pig." Zong Weiwei said happily, "I have one in my family, named Rommel!"

"Desert fox? It's amazing." The old man smiled and asked Levi's, "Are you from other places?"

Levi's nodded.The old man pointed to the arch behind him, and said: "This is the banquet place of the original owner, the living place of the female relatives." He pointed to the arch in front, "This is the meeting room and the study room, and all the open books are in it. Inside, if you are interested, you can go in and have a look. But because most of them are ancient books, they cannot be borrowed, and can only be read on the spot.”

Levi thanked him again and again, the old man waved his hand with a smile, took a feather bookmark from the book and handed it to Zong Weiwei as a gift, and left in a hurry.

Zong Weiwei held up her feathers and hopped and played, while Zong Ming followed behind to escort her.Levi's strolled into the front building, walked up the spiral wooden stairs, and saw a row of spacious and spacious study rooms. The sill windows were opened at noon, and the golden sunlight filled the mahogany bookshelves, and countless fine dusts were scattered in the beams Dancing lightly, it corresponds to the sentence on the couplet at the door, "The spring breeze blows the threshold and is as warm as jade, and the window carvings are like gold on a sunny day."

The innermost study room was empty. Levi took a book from a corner of the bookshelf at random, but found that it was a hardcover notebook, which contained various diagrams of human anatomy, and detailed explanations were marked in small letters, in Chinese, English, French, and Japanese. Four or five languages ​​are mottled and mixed, and they come in handy.

Levi's heart moved, and he turned to the inner cover, and he saw the words "Rong Jinzhi" written in the lower right corner. It turned out to be Rong Jinzhi's medical lecture notes 100 years ago!

Two years ago, Eden sent the box of "South Stone Handwriting" handed down by his grandfather to Levi's. He was very familiar with Rong Jinzhi's handwriting, but the writing in this handout was different from that of "The Handwriting". "not exactly.During this period, Rong Jinzhi's writing style was dignified and mellow, with a pampered self-confidence between the lines, Levi's could almost imagine his young and energetic face through his writing.

Recalling the "Letters", the handwriting on it is mostly written in pencil, scribbled and vigorous, like strong grass standing proudly in the gust of wind, with a feeling of clank and iron.

This is probably the tempering of life and death for a man, Levi thought silently, why is he not like this, if he hadn't met Zong Ming and experienced a super brain case, he might never have known the history of blood and tears of the Rong family, like an ignorant Live happily like a passerby...

"What are you looking at?" Zong Ming walked over with Zong Weiwei in his arms. The little guy was tired from playing, and fell asleep on his shoulder, holding the feather bookmark in his hand.

Li Weisi spread out the handout to him, and Zong Ming recognized Rong Jinzhi's handwriting at a glance: "Your great ancestor?"

"Maybe it was brought home when I was studying abroad in the early years." Levi hesitated, and put it back on the bookshelf. Since the descendants of the second young master of the Rong family have donated all the things here to the public, then this notebook It no longer belongs to any Rong family.

Zong Ming held his son in one hand, and gently pulled out a thread-bound book next to him. The cover was in Japanese. It turned out to be an anatomy textbook from Tokyo Tei University School of Medicine 100 years ago. What?"

A thin envelope fell out of the book, and Levi's bent down to pick it up, and a few pink cherry blossom petals floated out of it. Because of the age, it was impossible to pick it up, and it melted into scum when touched.

Levi's sighed regretfully, and opened the envelope out of curiosity: "It's so romantic, with cherry blossoms in it. Could it be a love letter from a Japanese girl to Lord Gaozu?"

Zong Ming smiled narrowly: "Recite quickly!"

"..." Levi opened the letter paper and handed it to him silently, "I don't know Japanese."

Zong Ming scanned the ten lines at a glance, and said disappointedly: "Hey, it's not a love letter, it was written to him by Ito Hikari—"Mr. Drinking under the tree, but this year I don’t know where you are, and who you are sharing this beautiful spring with. Alas, when I think of someone else taking my place, I can’t help being jealous and envious again..."

He touched it for a while, then frowned and said, "That's good, don't you think so?"

"A dog's eyes look at people." Levi urged him, "Quickly read, don't think about it, the literati in that era were like this, do you think there are twelve 'horse riders' in a book like you?"

"...Who is to blame for riding a horse? Could it be that I want to publish a book?" Zong Ming was furious. It has been more than a year since the incident, and every time he mentioned it, he still had a feeling of being publicly executed. shame.

Levi's hurriedly stroked his hair: "Okay, okay, it's my fault—read it quickly!"

"Hmph!" Zong Ming snorted through his nostrils and continued to read the letter, "'But maybe I will meet you again soon, sir. During the New Year, the Kwantung Army Headquarters came to the college to recruit soldiers and said they wanted to send a group of The medical staff went to Manchuria to be in charge of medical work, and the college recommended me to them. My family also hoped that I could join the army and win glory for the family. Sir, you know, I don’t want to leave Japan and my parents, but I miss you very much and miss those The days of studying and living with you, I miss those nights of drinking sake and eating fried rice with you, so I have decided to accept the arrangement of the school, join the Kamo unit of the Kwantung Army, go to China to find you, and continue to learn from you.'”

After a while of silence, Levi couldn't help but whispered: "It's really a bit weird..."

Zong Ming gave him an expression of "I will say it", and then read: "'Until the time of writing this letter, my heart is still uneasy. Sir, you have always been extremely opposed to the Ministry of Army's stationing in Manchuria, China, and I But I went to China for this matter. When I think about it, I can't help feeling uneasy, thinking of the unpleasant quarrels between us. Oh, I really hope you can agree with me, Japan, and the Ministry of the Army. plan. I really don’t understand why you can accept sake, delicious sushi and fried rice, and advanced Japanese medical technology, but you can’t accept thinking from the perspective of Japan?'”

Zong Ming paused after reading this, and said "Shit" in a low voice.Levi's rarely refuted, and nodded in agreement.

"'But I will not give up, I believe I will be able to convince you! When I arrive in China with the team, I must find a way to find you in Guangzhou, and have a long talk with you for three days and three nights, so that you can accept and agree with me. Faith. There is a saying in China that "water drops through stone". Even if you have a heart as hard as a stone, I will use my wholehearted love to resolve your misunderstanding of me and the Imperial Japanese Army.'”

"' Attached are six cherry blossoms in Dongting. It is said that in China, the sixth symbolizes auspiciousness and success. I hope these six flowers can bring me good luck. Sir, treasure, and—— am I the first to send you cherry blossoms? People?'" Zong Ming tilted his mouth and pinched his teeth, as if his teeth had been knocked down by ten citric acid, "'Your loyal student, Hikari Ito, Yours sincerely'."

The golden sunlight shines on the thin letter paper through the gaps in the bookshelves. Hikaru Ito's handwriting is neat and neat. Every punctuation mark seems to have been studied carefully, and I don't know how many times I have copied it.Levi can almost imagine how he was lying on the desk 100 years ago, watching the falling cherry blossoms and writing this letter carefully, with the ignorant and passionate mood of a young man...

It's a pity that he didn't know that the belief he firmly believed in and swore to dedicate his life to it was actually a despicable aggression, a cruel massacre, destined to be reviled by the world and left infamous for thousands of years.

And his descendants, the career he pursued all his life, almost became the tools of Arthur Capital in the end. If Kenta Ito hadn't woken up at the last moment, the Ito family might no longer exist today.

"In fact, he was just brainwashed by the theory of the Army Ministry, just like thousands of stupid Japanese youths at that time." Zong Ming folded the letter paper, put it back in the envelope, and put it back in the book, "Old people Always blindly follow, easy to be caught in the torrent, not knowing right or wrong, not knowing the truth. Even today, many Japanese visit the Yasukuni Shrine every year, enshrining those ambitious people who almost destroyed the entire nation as gods."

Levi sighed in his heart. Perhaps it is because of these careerists who emerge in endlessly and the fans who are easily fooled by them that the world has never been peaceful. It needs him, Zong Ming, and tens of thousands of policemen to continue to pay and fight .

If...he is still willing to fight... Levi put the book back on the shelf and looked at Zong Ming.Zong Ming was tilting his head to straighten his son's half-waisted T-shirt. He looked like a loving father, and all the once hard and stern outlines turned into soft light and shadow.

After four years, does he really want to continue this meek life?

"Let's go, go to the back building and have a look." Zong Ming felt his gaze, raised his eyes to look at him, and stroked his hair, "Why are you looking at me like that? Could it be that you are jealous of your son? My lord And still so squeamish..."

"Stop talking nonsense and go!" Levi scolded, "Don't forget what we are here for!"

The two went downstairs along the spiral staircase, passed through the light and shadow dappled courtyard, and boarded the small building in the third entrance courtyard.This is the living place of the Rong family's female family members. The doors and windows are inlaid with exquisite carvings, and the furniture is even more exquisite and fancy.

"The eldest young mistress should have lived in the room on the east side of the second floor." Levi said while looking around, "Eden said that she was in poor health at that time, and she rarely went downstairs, and she looked at the moon by the window every day."

"It's really romantic." Zong Ming said, "But it still doesn't sound as good as Ito Hikaru."

"……you shut up!"

The two walked to the easternmost bedroom on the second floor.After 80 years, things have changed and people have changed here. There is no bedding on the exquisite huanghuali babu bed, only a nameplate with an instruction manual engraved on it.There is dowry on the dressing table by the window, but at first glance, it is a fake that was patched up later, and the wood and gloss are not comparable to the real furniture of the late Qing Dynasty.

Even so, being in the real world still gives people a sense of dislocation in time and space. Standing at the sill window and looking out, Levi can see the lush garden in the backyard, and a bend of green water flowing along the steps under the eaves However, it makes people feel cheerful.

Thinking back, in order to reassure his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Rong thought of many ways to free up this bedroom with the best view for her to recuperate.

Zong Ming was wandering around the house with his little son sleeping like a pig in his arms, moving the decorations on the Duobao Pavilion from time to time.Levi turned back and said: "Be careful, be careful that Weiwei suddenly wakes up and hits something."

"What are you afraid of if you hit me? I'll pay for it. They're all fakes anyway." Zong Ming said indifferently, with the style of a local tyrant, "Even if it's the real thing, I can afford it... Tsk tsk, have you forgotten who is the real one in this family?" the gold master?"

Zong Ming is not good at business, but he is very good at judging people. In the past few years when Xianfu was at home, he manually replaced many trust consultants and managers. He has made no other achievements. The wife he saved for his son has increased by more than [-]%.

It's no wonder that he proclaimed himself "the gold master".

It's a pity that my son doesn't admit it, haha!Levi's gave him the haughty eyes of a low-level Internet writer, "Raise your hand to vote, I beat you [-]-[-], what kind of money do you deserve? I bought the fish ball just now!"

"You just bought a fish ball. If you have the ability, you bought me?" Zong Ming bickered with him, and kept touching him with his hands. Suddenly, he heard a soft "bang", as if something had fallen to the ground. of.

The two looked at each other, and at the same time gave each other a questioning look, and said in unison: "Found it?"

Levi looked left and right: "Where is it?"

Zong Ming looked around, his fingers slowly tested the position he just touched, and pressed lightly——

"Boom" and "Boom" sounded several times, and they finally found the source of the sound, which was just under the footrest of the Babu bed.

In the old days, there were solid wood carved footrests under the bed, which could be used to put shoes or let the maid on duty sleep on it.The footsteps in this bedroom are carved with huanghuali like the bed, and they are extremely delicate. It took Levi's a little effort to drag it aside.

There is a wool carpet under the pedals, and when the carpet is lifted, it is a five-finger-wide solid wood floor. Levi squatted down and tapped, signaling Zong Ming to do it again. Brick bare ground.

Levi's opened a few green bricks, and underneath was a two-foot-long, one-foot-wide dark grid. Inside the dark grid was a dark brown wooden box. The tentacles were cold and heavy. It seemed to be something rare like golden nan. heavy wood.

"Is that it?" Zong Ming asked.Levi's nodded, put the wooden box on the dressing table, and opened the concentric lock on it.

A dozen plain seals, a simple mahogany hairpin, neatly stacked in the box, because of the protection of the golden nanmu, it does not look old at all.Levi's picked up the hairpin, and felt that the tentacles were smooth and soft, obviously being rubbed by the master often.On the envelope under the hairpin was written a line of beautiful cursive script: From Rong Jin's relatives.

A total of 25 family letters, all of which were written by the young lady of the Rong family, each of which is entrusted with deep thoughts, from Northeast to Inner Mongolia, from Inner Mongolia to Soviet Russia, and then from Soviet Russia to Hong Kong... along with Rong Jin's journey Traveling far, tossing and turning.

However, in the end, none of its words were delivered to Rong Jinzhi.

Because it was [-], the darkest era in modern Chinese history. The war tore apart countless families, causing husbands to lose their wives and sons to lose their fathers.

The young lady of the Rong family just sat in this gorgeous and spacious room, writing down words to her husband one by one, until Hong Kong fell, the family fell apart, and they had to travel across the ocean to England.

Before leaving, she sealed these family letters in the dark compartment of the bedroom, hoping that in God's mercy, her husband would return home safely one day and open the last love words she left for him.

Levi's caressed those letterheads that had been dusty for 80 years, but did not open them in the end, nor took a peek at them. It was the sadness and sweetness of Rong Jinzhi and his wife. If they were alive in heaven, they would definitely not want to be told by outsiders, even if it was their own. posterity.

Levi's opened the backpack, took out an oiled paper bag from it, opened it carefully, sorted out the pieces of paper, large and small, and put them together with the letterheads.

Those were family letters Rong Jinzhi wrote for his wife in Hong Kong and Nanshitou Concentration Camp. Some were on letter paper, some were on cigarette packs, and some were even on dry leaves.He tried his best to keep these manuscripts, and wrapped them together with letters exposing the atrocities of the Japanese monarch. Finally, because of Hua, he brought them to the second young master of the Rong family, and then sent them to the eldest grandma of the Rong family in the United States.

It's a pity that the youngest grandmother had already passed away when these letters were received from home. These things, together with the letters, were sealed up and handed over to Eden after two generations.

Levi discovered them while sorting out the letters, and at the same time found the diary written by the eldest grandma of the Rong family after she arrived in the United States. Knowing that she had left the letter to her husband in the ancestral house of the Rong family, he discussed with Zong Ming. Going to Guangzhou, let these family letters that have been dusty for more than [-] years and traveled more than half of the world can be combined together, so as to comfort the souls of Rong Jinzhi and his wife in heaven.

Li Weisi pressed the hairpin carved by Rong Jinzhi himself on the family letter, closed the wooden box, and put it back in the dark compartment under the bed.

Everything is back to its original state, the setting sun outside the window is slowly falling, and the Rong family’s old house looks vicissitudes and tranquility in the sunset, as if those ancestors who died 80 years ago, watching the clouds flicker, time changes, although the body dies, the soul remains with this land forever .

"Do you think they will regret it?" Levi's lay on the sill window, looking at the fiery sunset and the secluded garden outside the window, muttered, "Rong Jinzhi, Yu Hua, and those martyrs whose names we don't know, they Will you regret it?"

"No." Zong Ming stroked his smooth nape lightly, and said, "People with faith are the steadiest and the happiest. Although they sacrifice their lives for them, their souls will always be full."

"Will they be afraid?" Levi asked, "So many killings, so much pain, the bright red blood, the wailing of compatriots, the tears of family members... Will they be afraid?"

Zong Ming was silent, and it took a long time before he said hoarsely: "No."

Levi's nodded and said, "That's good."

In the middle of the night, Levi took a bath for Zong Weiwei, tucked him into the bed, and told him the strange call story he wrote and directed.

Zong Weiwei listened, slowly closed her big eyes, breathed evenly, and fell asleep.

The phone suddenly vibrated, and Levi's got out of bed lightly, unlocked the screen lock, and was surprised to find that UMBRA, which had been silent for four years, was activated, and the system showed that the administrator had released a message.

Zong Ming: Salted fish, assemble!