Luting Canteen

"Ming Hai, are you here?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Yan Minghai, who was half lying on the upper part of the pavilion, responded without moving.After Zheng Ziyu came in, he glanced at the dishes on the dining table.

I ate the side dishes and fruits, but there was still some soup left.

"Why don't you eat again?"

Sitting next to the young master who always liked to wear white clothes, Zheng Ziyu put his big palm on his stomach and asked:

"Is it hurting here again?"

"Not really."

Yan Minghai narrowed his eyes, motioned for Zheng Ziyu to help him up, then yawned and said:

"I'm scooping up trouble, and no one is feeding me."

The favorite young master of the Yan family, there are servants following him wherever he goes on weekdays, but he really needs someone to feed him as long as he drinks soup. Zheng Ziyu didn't understand what he said—he He was always called stupid by Yan Minghai, and he couldn't say anything nice to the eloquent Mr. Yan's family.

"I told them to warm you up, Ming Hai, you are married now, and from now on you will—"

Seeing that he suddenly picked up the silver soup bowl and gulped down the already lukewarm soup, Zheng Ziyu was startled, and quickly raised his hand to grab it, but only took down an empty bowl.

"Ming Hai, what are you doing again!"

I drank the warm soup with some oily flowers in the winter, and I must be uncomfortable again later.Zheng Ziyu was really annoyed that he didn't spare his body, so he put the bowl on the table heavily, and neither of them made a sound.

"She has a baby in her belly."

Yan Minghai touched and touched the pendant around his waist—it was worn by him since he was a child, and his grandmother said it would keep him healthy for the rest of his life.

"Ming Hai, are you going to be a father?"

"What are you so happy about?"

Seeing Zheng Ziyu's cheerful expression, Yan Minghai's eyes turned cold:

"Don't you know what I did to her to get the baby?"

"Ming Hai, I..."

"I only love men, but I am forced to carry on the family line, and there is a fool in front of me who keeps laughing. It's really annoying to death!"

Flicking his sleeves, Yan Minghai got up to leave, but Zheng Ziyu hugged him from behind. He was flustered, but he wanted to put on a gesture, and turned his back to that fool without moving.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I, I think it's your child, your child, I like it."

After hearing this, Yan Minghai sneered and said:

"Then why don't you quit your job and go to Yan Mansion to take care of our family of three?"

"Ming Hai, I really don't know how to answer you when you say that."

Hearing the voice of the person behind him panicked, Yan Minghai softened his heart, stopped answering, sat there and let him gently rub his stomach.

If it wasn't for the fact that the eldest brother was weak and sick, and the second brother died in battle without marrying a wife and having children, he would still be the young master who was only obsessed with drawing pictures.It's just that his father is old, although he dotes on him in every possible way, but this marriage is the only one he can't help.

The wife he is marrying is a perfect match for him, she is gentle and pleasant, and the two of them respect each other like a guest on weekdays.On the wedding night, he knew that he couldn't hide, and he didn't want to rush into the married woman, so he endured the discomfort and did what he should do as a husband and son.Now that he knew that he had a child only that time, he was finally relieved.

"Ming Hai, you said earlier that you wanted to learn how to cook. I thought about it, and I should write a simpler one for you to read. Would you like it?"

"Really? Are you willing to write?"

"What are you willing or not? What do you want, what do I not give?"

Yan Minghai was overjoyed when he suddenly heard a rare warm and affectionate words from this old man, and then he said:

"It's just that you don't have any talent, Ming Hai. I have to think about how to write it so that you can understand it."

Tell yourself that you are the youngest and talented builder in Jiangling, you must not be serious with this idiot, Yan Minghai was just about to say goodbye to him when he saw a furry thing rushing in from under the curtain.

"what is that?"

Standing up and looking for it, I heard Zheng Ziyu lowered his voice behind him and said:

"Is it Li Hui? Come in."

So a thin and small boy shrank his neck and raised the curtain, but did not dare to lift his head when he saw Yan Minghai, and quickly bowed to the two of them.

"Is it the backyard cat?"

"Yes, yes, I accidentally—"

"Hurry up and get out."

"Yes Yes!"

The young man lowered his body to look around in a panic, then walked lightly to the edge of the table, knelt on the ground and grabbed the kitten that was scratching the leg of the table, bent down to salute and was about to go out, Zheng Ziyu told him again. One sentence:

"Hide it well, don't let the shopkeeper see it."

"Yes Yes!"

With obvious joy, the teenager quickly backed out with the cat in his arms.Seeing him leaving, Yan Minghai turned around and sat down and asked:

"This child is Li Hui?"

"Um."

"Look how scared he is of you."

Zheng Ziyu smiled, and began to squeeze Yan Minghai's shoulders again.He knows that he always likes to draw his favorite house and pavilion on his stomach, sitting for a whole day.Recently, I can't wait to live in Hengle Building, so I just ate, painted, and ate. The big shopkeeper was naturally very happy, and he took good care of him.

"Didn't you say that he might be better than you in the future, why not treat him better?"

Yan Minghai rolled his eyes and said intentionally:

"Or are you an honest person who knows how to suppress people?"

"Where there is suppression,"

Sighing, Zheng Ziyu said slowly:

"I came here in the same way when I was young. This kid is smart and knows how to steal. His cooking is already better than other people's. But he is too soft-tempered. If I take care of him, he won't be able to suppress the people in the kitchen. Second, I don’t know how they will play tricks on him, he is still young, and after a few more years of hard work, he will naturally have his chance.”

"Then how many more years will I have to grind?"

Yan Minghai also knows that he can't do it well, but it must be interesting to think that if he can find a place to live with him in the future, and cook for him, no matter whether it is bad or delicious, he will eat it.Moreover, the first cook in Jiangling, who was praised by the emperor, only racked his brains to write recipes for himself. Thinking of this, Yan Minghai couldn't help feeling complacent, and thinking that this person's heart was already his own. It's even more in a good mood.

In the end, Zheng Ziyu thought about it seriously and said back to him:

"Maybe in the next life."

—Maybe in the next life.

Ziyu said so at that time.It's just that he didn't expect that in the next life, the next life, he still wouldn't be able to cook him a meal.

Yan Minghai looked at the Heng Le Building, which was still in flames in the distance, and was dressed in white, standing lonely on the side of the street.

For hundreds of years, the Heng Le Tower he saw had remained in its last night.That night he felt flustered, Zheng Ziyu could hardly hold on when he arrived, and soon died in his arms, before he closed his eyes, he was still thinking about asking him not to eat something that would cool his stomach, and telling him to live well.

He remembered what he had said to himself with the last of his strength.

"Ming Hai...Ming Hai, don't...don't do stupid things, you have to, live a good life, don't drink any more, it's cold, Ming Hai...just smile. ....."

He hates it.

I hate those who rob Henglelou as a cash cow,

I hate those who are afraid that Ziyu will block the way of making money,

I hate them for letting Ziyu only see his ugly, madman-like face in the end.

Ziyu is gone, so is he.

He knew where the easiest place to catch fire was in Heng Le Building, so he burned it, burned the people who were still in the building, and burned Ziyu and himself.

He killed people, not just one.For the one he loves deeply, he no longer has compassion in his heart.

After his death, no one knew where the young builder went. It was rumored later that he died suddenly while playing in other places, some said that he abandoned his wife and son, and some said that the eldest son of the Yan family was dissatisfied with his younger brother's inheritance of the family business. , drive him out.The speaker was vivid, and the listener sighed a few words. After a cup of tea, the people dispersed, and the story also dispersed. After a few years, no one mentioned the fire and those people again.

As for him, since then, he has been burdened with the crime of murder and suicide, and has become a wandering soul, looking at the burning Hengle Tower every day, trapped in the ancient city of Jiangling, just waiting for someone who can redeem him.

The pendant was given to Ziyu by him.After his child was born, he gave himself to Ziyu as well.That night, he snuggled into his arms and told him to wear the pendant on his body, and made a vow never to be separated.It's just that Li Hui accidentally stole the pendant later.

Thinking of this, Yan Minghai laughed—it turned out that the purpose of going round and round was to get rid of his calamity and crimes.

He didn't want the child to experience such a desperate parting with Yan Ting, so when he saw Li Hui, he reminded him.

He couldn't say anything more, he just hoped that Li Hui could figure it out by himself, but the child only remembered the recipe and forgot about the pendant he took by accident.

Now that I think about it, maybe this is all arranged.Even if he didn't give the pendant to Yan Ting this time, it's inevitable that he won't touch him in the future.

Well, when Yan Ting comes, he will be able to atone for his sins and disappear completely.

Before that, when he can still see, think, and get close, let's stay with the memories in this building for a while longer.

Li Hui had a dream that night.

I dreamed that the person with a half-smile expression sat down beside him and asked him:

"Have you thought about who I am?"

Shaking his head, Li Hui replied honestly:

"You said that it is someone who has something to do with me, but I still didn't expect it."

"I know your master."

After speaking, the man suddenly looked at himself with a somewhat lonely expression, and after watching for a long time, he said:

"Fortunately, fortunately, when you come back this time, Heng Le Building is gone."

Not understanding why he said that, Li Hui was taken aback for a moment, then immediately asked:

"You, do you know where the master went?"

"He has gone to a very good place, a place I can't go to."

Upon hearing "I can't go", Li Hui's eyes darkened, and he asked softly:

"So, do you want to see him?"

"......I think."

"Is that place far away?"

"It's not far, it's close, but I won't see him again."

Seeing him shed two lines of tears, Li Hui's nose became sore, so he just waited quietly and stopped talking.After a long time, the man asked him again:

"Do you hate him? Your master."

Shaking his head, seeing the man smiled, Li Hui said again:

"I'm sorry for the master. I stole his things. After returning, Heng Lelou is gone, and no one knows where the master has gone. I, I want to find the master and tell him that I was wrong."

After being patted on the head lightly, Li Hui looked up and saw that person clearly for the first time.When those slender eyes smiled, they looked a little familiar.Thinking of Yan Ting, Li Hui pursed his lips hard.

"Your master won't blame you, he didn't blame you a long time ago. He lived for many years, but he didn't work as a cook in a restaurant anymore. He went to a mountain far away from Jiangling with someone else. Over there, I just cook for that person, and when the two of them are too old to walk, they sleep together in a dream."

"......very nice."

Li Hui said softly.The man also nodded, and asked again:

"Li Hui, your master said that you will be better than him in the future. If you keep doing this, you will become a more famous cook than him in the future."

Hearing the last sentence, Li Hui remembered that when he first arrived in Luting, when the young master asked him under the tree that night, his mind was full of wanting to be the most powerful and famous cook.

Now, now that he hears this affirmation, he feels that the self at that time has also become far away.

He wants to cook, he wants to make delicious food, but in the end, he still wants to be with Young Master, Ye Qi, Young Master Tang, Uncle Song Shu Bai, Jie Zhou and Sister Yan Zi, in that small but In the always warm yard, at Luting, I cook for the guests who come.

There will never be a happier time than that.

Lowering his head, Li Hui felt his heart was clenched tightly by something again, and he was about to be out of breath.As long as he thinks of the son, he will be like this, but he doesn't hate it. If he thinks of the son, he will be like this, he would rather not be good for the rest of his life. In this way, he can finally think about it.

"Li Hui, do you want to see Yan Ting?"

the man asked.

Li Hui lowered his head, thinking that it was in his dream anyway, so at least he could say all the words he had been holding back for a long time.So he closed his eyes and answered him:

"I want to see the young master. Every day, every day, I want to see the young master. But I, I almost can't remember the appearance of the young master by my side. I am afraid that I will not remember what he looks like in the future. Will I also want the young master's voice?" Forgot? If, if that's the case, what should I do?"

Clenching his fists tightly, Li Hui tried hard not to cry.Except for the time when he just came back, he never cried again. It's not that he didn't want to, but if he cried, he would definitely not be able to stop the tears just thinking about it.

Feeling that his hand was covered by a cold hand, Li Hui raised his head, and the man smiled and said:

"He will come, Li Hui."

Frozen there, Li Hui heard the man say it again:

"He will come to you, Li Hui. By then, you will never be separated again."