Fengtian past events

After sending Tong Qingzhu and Uncle Liu down, I went directly upstairs to Yihang's room.

The line that can contact Mr. Luo is Yihang.

Most of the playboys in Fengtian City gather together to hold opera actors, hold parties, play dancers, and burn cigarettes. Yihang and Luo Qizhaoluo belong to this category. Speaking of which, Luo Qi and I Zhao and Meng Jusheng met once.

Last time Yihang's wife came to our house with their children in the middle of the night, saying that Yihang hadn't been home for several days, so I asked my wife to stay with my younger siblings, and I took someone out to look for it myself. When I found it, there was a Japanese woman sitting next to Yihang, her obscene voice was unbearable.

At that time, there was a drunken imperial concubine on the stage, her appearance was amazing, and the style on the corners of her eyes and brows was really something that even women couldn't imitate.

After singing, Mr. Luo pulled the actor into his arms to tease him. Seeing that I wanted La Yihang to leave, he asked the actor to keep me. Seeing that I insisted, he actually said that he wanted me to stay and have a drink with him. The generalist was willing to let him go, but the angry old man directly asked someone to smash the place, Mr. Luo was not annoyed, he hugged the actor and fed him wine, then looked at me and laughed provocatively.

I didn't mention the damages afterwards, I only heard Yihang's complaints, and then I realized that the actor was the famous Meng Jusheng.A generation of Peking opera masters, who have been reduced to men's playthings, is really sad and deplorable!

It is also according to Yihang that Mr. Luo doesn't like red makeup, so it's not hard to understand why he keeps embarrassing Meng Jusheng.

After that incident, Yihang no longer interacted with Luo Qizhao—of course, this is something I know, and I don't know whether the two of them had contact in private.

Entering the room, I saw Yicheng and his wife there.Yicheng was still holding his breath. He was talking to his uncle when he saw me coming in. He snorted and turned his head away. His mouth was so pouted that he could hang a soy sauce bottle. His wife turned her back by his ears and asked me reluctantly. good.

I resisted the harsh criticism, and only responded, Yicheng seemed to be unbelievable, and even scratched his face.

I said coldly, "Are you measuring how thick your skin is?"

Yicheng made a face at me and stopped talking.

The wife was sitting on the chair, and when she saw me coming in, she got up, nodded and smiled slightly: "I asked someone to bring out a few sets of cotton hexagrams and cotton vests overnight, divided them one by one, and took two for my uncle. "

I said: "The speed is fast, have you bought winter materials?"

The wife said: "I bought it, and it will be delivered tomorrow."

I nodded, and politely asked my wife and Yicheng to go out: "I have something, I want to talk to Yihang alone."

My wife made an excuse to try on clothes, so I stopped her: "Two new servants have arrived, I will ask the girl to help Yining feed the cat, and let the boy follow me first, and see if there is any work. Change it again."

The wife responded and said with a smile: "I know you dote on the girl." Then she took Yicheng out.

Taking advantage of his mother not paying attention, Yicheng turned his face and made a dissatisfied expression at me.

I shook my head helplessly, and when they went out, Fang sat on the chair his wife had just been sitting on and looked at Yihang.

He was half lying on the bed, covered with a thick winter quilt, and had a cotton coat on his back, but his face was still white and cyan, his shoulders were slightly gathered, his back was not straight, and his whole body looked Depressed, I just wanted to teach a lesson, but I swallowed the words in my throat. After all, it is my younger brother. It would be a lie to say that I don’t feel sorry for him, but I have always believed in poor people. I'm all embarrassed.

Yihang took a peek at me, tightened the stove in his hand, and called softly, "Big brother."

I gave a "hmm" and asked, "Are you still used to living here?"

"It's okay," he said, "It's not like I haven't lived in it before."

I ignored the last sentence and said, "You are not in good health. You will be raised here. The Mid-Autumn Festival will be here soon. When the time comes, I will invite my younger siblings and nephews to come to our house for the festival."

He didn't say a word, I wanted to say something to comfort him but couldn't, I know he hates me, but what can I do?I only hope that one day he can think of my kindness and be an upright man, and I will be satisfied.

After saying some polite words, he then asked about something serious: "Yihang, do you still have contact with Mr. Luo?"

He immediately shook his head and said vigilantly, "No."

I was silent for a moment, and said: "Brother has something to ask him, you write a greeting card, and we will go together."

He looked at me suspiciously, seeing that I didn't mean to talk to him, he gradually relaxed, and even said to Qiaoer: "Brother, you were the one who dragged me back from the box and smashed up his shop. How can I have the face to communicate with others again?"

"Don't play foreign guns with me here," I said angrily, "Do you think I don't know that you secretly go out with those people every day to burn cigarettes? How else did you get your [-] yuan in debt?!"

He squinted at me and didn't dare to answer back, he just said: "Don't always call me 'Lao Tzu', 'Lao Tzu', those who don't know think you are my father."

I was so angry that my face was flushed red, like a monkey's butt, I wanted to beat him, but seeing how sick he was, I could only kick over the chair to vent my anger, and left with the hem of my robe shaking, the door slammed loudly!

What a bitch, you little bastard!I should kill him!