[fanxing] actor

On the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, the opera troupe sent the actors home to celebrate the new year, and the class would not start until the sixth day of the lunar new year. After Zhang Yixing sang the last play of the year, he hurried into a rickshaw. The car did not always return to his elegant residence. Instead, he was transferred to the Wu Family Courtyard.

Holding the sweet-scented osmanthus sandwich cake I just bought, it is not easy to eat this season. This morning, some foreigners came to listen to the opera, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that Zhang Yixing prepared smelled very good, so he inquired about the place where it was sold. , took advantage of the time he was changing clothes in the background, and ran to buy a paper bag.

I heard that he likes to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but I don't know if it is still delicious this winter.

Thinking of it this way, a smile floated on his lips.

Wu Family Courtyard

Granny Wu, supported by her second son, stood in the quaint courtyard and told her servants to clean the house to welcome the new year.

The old butler moved an ancient red rattan chair, bowed his waist and said, "Old lady, sit down."

"Mother, you've worked hard, sit down quickly, and my son will rub your shoulders for you." Wu Er Er supported the old mother to sit down gently, and pressed the old lady's shoulder skillfully and gently.

"My son has a heart, and the old woman will die in peace." Mrs. Wu smiled and patted her son's hand.

"It's Chinese New Year, and my mother said such unlucky words again." Wu Er Er was a little anxious, he couldn't listen to his mother say such depressing words.

At this time, a young servant led a young man in brocade robes and said, "Old Ancestor, Second Master, Second Master Zhang from the Zhang family is here."

"Hello, ancestor, and master Wu." Zhang Yixing handed a box of century-old ginseng to the old housekeeper, glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, and bowed to salute.

Hearing that Mrs. Wu has been in poor health recently, she specially bought this ginseng from Nanjing's No. [-] pharmacy 'Tong Ren Tang'. Although compared with his family's big business Wu's family, this ginseng is not eye-catching, but for Zhang Yixing, this Things are treasures that ordinary people can hear but can't ask for.

"Which Second Master Zhang?" Second Wu asked with contempt.

Mrs. Wu said with a smile, "It's Fan'er's friend, the head of the Lichunyuan family. Last time, Fan'er organized for me a birthday party. I invited him to sing an opera. Not to mention, it just sounds good."

"The ancestors praised it."

Before Zhang Yixing finished speaking, Wu Er Er continued to speak.

"Oh, it turned out to be an opera singer. With such a lowly status, how could he enter my imposing Wu mansion casually? He must have been entangled and kicked out quickly."

He waved his hand casually, and the servant made the gesture of seeing off the guest.

Every word he said was heartbreaking, Zhang Yixing seemed really unworthy to stand on this ground, so useless.

Zhang Yixing couldn't help being angry, he wanted to retaliate, but because of the affection between his ancestors and Wu Yifan, he had no choice but to hold back this tone, today he came to see Wu Yifan, this is not the subject, there is no need to get angry with rude and unreasonable people.

Mrs. Wu beat Mr. Wu on the back and scolded, "I think you don't know how to write the word benevolence on the battlefield. Yixing is Fan'er's friend and my favorite child. How can you just throw me away?" Fuck you, you can say such vulgar words, you really want to piss off the old woman."

Seeing his mother's angry face, Wu Er Er's face was pale and feeble, "Mother, my son is wrong, it's okay for my son to be blind, since he is Fan'er's friend, he is also my friend, I just made a joke, don't be angry. "

He pointed to Zhang Yixing and said, "That...Zhang..."

"Zhang Yixing." Zhang Yixing deliberately emphasized his name.

"You, go, go inside, Fan'er is inside." Wu Laoer waved his hand impatiently, signaling Zhang Yixing to go quickly.

Zhang Yixing took his time, bowed gracefully, and said with a smile, "The old ancestor is in good health recently?"

"It's an old bone, what's good to talk about, maybe one day I won't wake up." Mrs. Wu said with a smile, she doesn't know why, every time she sees Zhang Yixing, she likes Zhang Yixing from the bottom of her heart.

"How can the old ancestor Shoubi Nanshan say such depressing words?" Zhang Yixing said. "With the filial piety of Wu Erye and the young master, and the caring service of the servants, the ancestors can live a long life."

"You have a sweet mouth, kid. If you really live to be more than a hundred years old, you will become an old goblin." Old lady Wu joked with a smile.

"Fan'er is blessed to have you as a close friend. He was born so handsome, talented, and can sing. It's a pity that you are a man. If you are a daughter, you must marry Fan'er. The young lady of the Wu family, such a beautiful woman, is really hard to find." The old lady Wu sighed, with a lot of regret in her eyes.

These words really made Zhang Yixing ashamed, and there was a hint of sweetness in his heart. He blushed and had a thick neck, and suddenly panicked, "Old... the ancestor joked, even though Yixing is a man, he can still be a friend of the young and the young, like the young and the young Don't dislike him, Yixing will naturally treat him... as a good buddy."

"Stupid boy, you don't understand..." Old Madam Wu hesitated to speak, now Wu Yifan has passed the age of starting a family, but there is still no movement, she is really anxious, if things go on like this, how can he be worthy of his dead parents.