Peerless Junior Uncle

Open your eyes until you can no longer hear footsteps, then open your eyes.Since then, there has been no news.

"What's the number today?" He Tingge suddenly asked Haitang.

Haitang hesitated for a moment, then said: "It seems to be April [-]th, I can't remember clearly, why ask this?"

"April [-]?" He Tingge thought to himself while reading silently. That year in Liyuan, Fu Qingcheng seemed to say that it was his birthday. Later, he asked him about his birthday. He remembered that Fu Qingcheng laughed very much at that time. Naturally: "There are only two traces left after a person has lived in this world, a birthday and a memorial day, and the memorial day cannot be passed by himself, so he can only enjoy his birthday."

Thinking of this sentence, He Tingge smiled and pulled Haitang: "Go, let's celebrate my birthday."

"Hey..." Haitang was puzzled: "What birthday, your birthday hasn't come yet!"

"It's still so wordy to invite you to dinner." He Tingge dragged Haitang all the way down, towards Linyue City.

Haitang Yixi: "I'm going to Tianxiangju! I want to eat Bazhen pigeon! I want to drink..."

"Du Kang is enough." He Tingge shook his head and sighed.

Haitang jumped on He Tingge's shoulder, and ran all the way to Tianxiangju, which he was thinking about.

Linyue City is neither big nor small, it should have all walks of life, there are several restaurants, of which Tianxiangju is the largest one, the building is three floors high, most people eat and drink on the first floor, The second floor is surrounded by a space in the middle. Generally, people who like spaciousness and brightness go to the second floor. There are private rooms on the third floor, and there are performers such as singing ditties to add to the fun.

Tianxiangju's dishes are mixed with several ethnic characteristics, different from Central Plains dishes, and are favored by Haitang. No, they took He Tingge up to the third floor as soon as they arrived, and reported a series of dish names, and then asked He Tingge: "Boss, what do you want to eat?"

He Tingge looked at Xiao Er, a little embarrassed, and said, "Is there any fish?"

"Pfft..." Haitang spit out a sip of tea: "Where are there any fish here? Those in the Gobi desert, where can I go fishing?"

"The general doesn't know." Xiao Er said with a smile, "I didn't have them before, but a few days ago, my boss brought the shallow-water fish fry from the Central Plains to raise in the backyard. Don't try it?"

"That's necessary." Haitang said quickly after hearing this, "I haven't eaten fish for a long time."

"Then it's sweet and sour." He Tingge nodded.

'okay!Please wait! "Xiao Er answered the call and went down to pass on the dishes. He Tingge poured a cup of tea and took a sip. He didn't know how the taste of what they made was the same as the one in memory.

Not long after, the dishes were served one after another and placed on the round table. Haitang was not polite, and served with chopsticks. He laughed and praised Xiao Er while eating: "The chef of Tianxiangju is getting better and better. .”

He Tinge took a bite of the dish with his chopsticks, it was really good.

"My lord," Xiao Er came over with the jug, put it on the table, and said with an apologetic smile, "Du Kang was called away by several tables on the second floor, and the rest is not fragrant enough. Would you like to try it?"

He Tingge nodded indifferently, Haitang took the jug and poured a glass, frowning slightly: "Why haven't you warmed it?"

"Oh." Xiaoer explained: "This wine is better served cold than warm, and it was explained by the owner."

Haitang just took a sip, and his eyes lit up immediately!The ice-cold liquid slides into the throat, leaving a fragrance on the tongue, it is indeed a good wine!

Poured a cup and handed it to He Tingge: "Try it, although it is not as mellow as Dukang, but it is very refreshing, it should suit your taste."

He Tingge picked up a fish with chopsticks, judging by the color, it was still very attractive, took a sip, took the wine glass, although the taste was good, but it was not the taste in memory, and then laughed at himself, it was not the same person, Naturally not the same taste.

I took a sip from the wine glass, the clear and slightly cool liquid slipped from the tip of my tongue to my throat, and the fish in my mouth was mixed with the aroma of wine, giving me an indescribably familiar feeling.

With a pause at the corner of his mouth, He Tingge took the jug, took off the lid, sniffed it under his nose, frowned fiercely, and looked at Xiaoer: "Where did this come from?"

Xiaoer jumped, subconsciously said: "It belongs to the master."

Haitang didn't know why He Tingge's expression suddenly changed, seeing He Tingge hurried out of the private room and following him, he saw He Tingge searching the crowd, but his brows were getting deeper and deeper.

"Where's your boss?" He Tingge stood at the counter on the first floor and asked coldly.

The person behind the counter recognized that it was the little prince, and hurriedly said, "I, I am. What orders does the little prince have?"

He Tingge frowned, and rushed out the door, but among the various pedestrians on the street, there was no familiar figure.

"What's wrong?" Haitang couldn't help asking.

He Tingge looked at the busy street, finally lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, shook his head, said nothing, and went back to the third floor.

Holding the pot of wine, He Tingge smiled wryly: No wonder the taste of the fish has changed, and paired with this pear blossom poem, it is the taste I want.

He poured the wine with a wry smile, raised his glass to the bright moon outside the window, and said softly, "Fu Qingcheng, happy birthday."

And on the ancient road not far from Linyue City, the carriage staggered and drifted away. The people in the carriage tightened their fox fur, picked up their wine glasses, chuckled lightly, and drank it down in one gulp.

Compared with the initial sense of urgency, the days at Linyue Pass are much more comfortable now. He Tingge rubbed his forehead that was a little bit painful, and was about to get up.

Suddenly he heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from outside, the hand in the boots stopped, and saw the door was opened, and Haitang hurried in: "I want to ask for leave!"

He Tingge frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"My old man is dying!" It was rare to see such an anxious expression on Haitang's face, and He Tingge comforted him in a calm voice: "Don't worry, just speak slowly, what's going on?"

Haitang hastily handed He Tingge an open letter, the letter was in Haitang's mother's handwriting, saying that Hai Xinzhong's lumbar spine gout had become more and more serious in recent days, and he could no longer get off the ground, and told him to go back quickly.

"Clean up quickly, I'll go back with you." He Tingge finished reading, and said calmly: "Don't worry too much, General Hai's illness has not lasted for a day or two, and nothing serious will happen."

Haitang nodded numbly, he could see that he was in a bad mood, although his old man was a little stricter with him, but he was the only son, and he still loved him from the bottom of his heart, since he hasn't been home for two years, he is already very unfilial, in case, If something really happened this time, he would never feel at ease in his life. The thing he was most afraid of was that his son wanted to support him but his relative was not around.

He Tingge can rest assured to hand over the matter of Linyue Pass to Li Qi, so after a brief explanation, he hurried away with Haitang.On this return trip, things were on the mind, Haitang no longer had the active thoughts before, and he didn't speak much along the way. He Tingge knew that the most important thing now was to get back to Kyoto, so he simply had nothing to say all the way, and the two hurried, It took eight days of hard work to finally see the gate of Kyoto.

"Father!" Haitang went straight to the door of his own house, and yelled before entering the door. The butler saw the young master coming back, and burst into tears for a moment, so scared that Haitang suddenly stopped, looked at the butler, his face gradually turned pale, after a while, He tensed his nerves and asked softly, "Uncle Li, where is my father?"

When He Tingge rushed over, he saw that Haitang was tense, as if even the slightest touch could defeat him: "Haitang..." He Tingge followed up, hesitating.

"Master..." Uncle Li wiped away his tears, "You're back!"

"Tell me, where is my father?" Haitang asked softly, but he didn't dare to go in.

"Eh..." Uncle Li felt that his young master had grown a lot in two years, and he was getting more and more handsome, but why did he find the master as soon as he came here? what?It's better not to quarrel just after you come back. If the master locks you into the small dark room again, the madam will feel distressed again. Thinking of this in her heart, she said: "Young master, you should go and see the madam first..."

Hearing this, Haitang's face turned pale again, could it be that his mother is already heartbroken?

He Tingge looked at the furnishings in the mansion for a week, and it looked about the same as usual, and it should not be out of control, so he patted Haitang: "Don't worry, go in and have a look, I have already written a letter to Mu Lan. Should be there in a few days."

Haitang had lost his mind, and walked calmly into the yard. The servant girl along the way saw that he was going to post it, but when he saw that pale face, he didn't dare to come again, and said in his heart: "Master Transgender?"

He heard someone talking in the inner hall from a distance, the voice seemed to be his mother, Haitang frowned, the voice sounded full of anger, not like heartbroken.Slowing down, He Tingge behind him listened to the conversation of the people inside, and gradually understood, he couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly.

Haitang's face was originally white and bloodless, but now listening to the conversations inside, it gradually turned black...

"Old man, what do you think of this?" It sounded like a voice opened some paper: "You are sixteen years old, and you are the daughter of Mrs. Wang's family. I like this one the most."

"Normal." The indifferent voice showed a bit of disdain: "The girl looks like this, Kefu." This voice is the person who has come to Haitang for the past few days and has no taste for food and restless sleep.

"Hey, let me say, this girl is so beautiful, how can she look like Kefu?" A certain mother said unforgivingly: "I like this look."

"Let me see." A hand stretched out from the slant: "Is it pretty?"

"...!"

"Son...!" A beautiful young woman dressed in red in front of her was stunned for three seconds when she saw Haitang, then rushed forward and hugged Haitang's neck and rubbed her arms: "I miss you so much, you brat, two Years do not go home, heart