[fanxing] actor

One year after Wu Yifan left, Nanjing was peaceful.

Two years after Wu Yifan's departure, the major port companies in Nanjing fought secretly in order to stabilize their positions, and the situation was undercurrent.

Three years after Wu Yifan left, the rich and evil gentry rushed to grab land and earn power, and the black market in Nanjing became even more chaotic.

Four years after Wu Yifan left, Lichunyuan had a new backer - the Japanese Chamber of Commerce.

Another half a year later, some bullies broke into Lichunyuan, saying that Zhang Yixing was a traitor and would be dragged away to show the public.

Li Chunyuan had a new class leader a long time ago. He was a middle-aged man surnamed Zheng who had sung with Zhang Yixing for several years. He was a little short and had a fat body.

Seeing such a group of uninvited guests coming to the garden, the new leader Zheng felt a little embarrassed: "I don't know, Master Zhang, he hasn't come to Lichun Garden for many years."

"I heard that this piece of Yixing has stopped singing." A man said with a cigarette stick in his mouth.

"If you don't sing opera, you can still be called an opera actor." Another man sneered.

As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed sarcastically.

I ordered Team Leader Zheng to call Zhang Yixing, but he was turned away a few times.

The overlords were very unhappy, and asked a few brothers to take the hemp rope, and tied Zhang Yixing too.

Their disturbance alarmed the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, and they heard a lot about Zhang Erye's deeds. What impressed him was that he and a soldier had killed their emissary.

That's why I specially ordered the rumored Erye Zhang to sing.

A group of people gathered outside Zhang's house. No matter how much they slapped and shouted, the door was still locked.

Some people even thought of using fire, which frightened the housekeeper in the door.

I hurried inside and told Zhang Yixing, asking what to do.

Zhang Yixing teased Xiao Wu'er in the corridor, Si'er used to feed him, since he left here, the parrot went on a hunger strike for a while, making Zhang Yixing and the old housekeeper very worried.

After reading Xiao Shixun's letter to him, Zhang Yixing said with a warm smile: "Si'er's letter said that he killed another devil and was praised by Shangfeng."

I couldn't help but feel comforted in my heart: "This child will be sixteen this year, I don't know how much he has grown, whether he is fat or thin."

The housekeeper continued: "I don't know if Si'er is fat or thin, but Er Ye, you have lost weight a few times over the years. If Captain Wu came back and saw you like this, wouldn't you want to..."

Zhang Yixing suddenly interrupted the butler, and yawned, "Okay, Uncle Fu, you have nothing to do, go and rest, I'm a little tired too."

The housekeeper hurriedly said: "But, outside..."

Zhang Yixing returned to the room, and said calmly: "It's just some street hooligans, don't bother with them, if you really have the guts to burn the yard down, that's fine."

The butler paused, sighed and left.

Zhang Yixing was sitting on a chair, looking at the hundreds of letters he had written and then returned, his black eyes were abnormally empty, and he was blank with no expression on his face.

Suddenly, pick up a pen and write.

After a farewell, the two places hang each other.

Although it is March and April, who knows five or six years.

There is no heart to play the lyre, and there is nothing to pass on the eight-element script.

Nine chains were broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion was waiting to be pierced.

A hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts...

At this point, I suddenly stopped writing, closed my eyes, and my thoughts passed by in an instant, and said quietly: "How can I be willing to blame you, I am afraid that I will be alone on the Wangjiang Tower, and I don't know when my old friend will return."

He wears the jade pendant around his waist all day long, and he is reluctant to take it off, let alone leave him. He really answered the joke back then, that he should rely on it to see things and think about others, and this thought lasted five years.

"I miss you, I miss you."

Zhang Yixing caressed the jade pendant lightly, with a slight smile on his lips, but there was endless bitterness in his brows and eyes.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the door, followed by a commotion, Zhang Yixing collected the letter and jade pendant, straightened his clothes and went out.

When we arrived at the front yard, we saw the housekeeper and several servants dealing with a group of people, and the group of people were all glaring, as if they were going to demolish the place alive.

Zhang Yixing stepped forward, sneering and sarcastic: "I heard a loud noise just now, I thought it was the beast I just bought the other day that knocked the door open, and I was thinking about teaching me a lesson, I never thought that it was all of you who came to my humble house. Rare customers."

Several people who reacted angrily reprimanded.

"Zhang Yixing, who are you calling an animal?"

Zhang Yixing sneered, and his tone was indifferent: "Where did I start from? A few years ago, I ordered the old housekeeper to buy an old sow. I thought I would buy some money to supplement the family when I got fattened up. Who would have thought that pig always Eating indiscriminately, and ruining the flowers and plants in my backyard, it was only then that I thought it would be better to kill it as soon as possible, so that it can be used as a dominance in the future. This elder brother said that I scolded people, and I really wronged Zhang. Even if I scolded, I scolded The pig."

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