Long Street Memories

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Ye Fan just thought of that winter day that he will never forget in this life.The mother was seriously ill, and she was in a trance, looking into the distance every day, her eyes dim with tears.He knew that his mother missed his homeland, the homeland he wanted to go back to for the rest of his life-Casizawa.

He was next to the medicine hall, waiting for the opportunity to steal the medicine, so that his mother could stay in this world for more time.However, he was still caught and severely beaten, which almost cost him half his life.He was randomly thrown on the street, his consciousness was already very vague, the first time he heard this "Long Street Memories", the tune lingered in his ears and slipped into his heart.When he woke up again, he saw a cute child of Yuxue staring at him with wide eyes, and when he woke up, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly curved.

That child was Su Yangui, he saved him and continued his mother's life.Therefore, from that moment on, his life belonged to Su Yangui.

He Tuan was already drunk. This Nanzhu wine is unique to Nanke Country. It is golden in color and mellow in the mouth. A small cup can make people drunk.Ye Fan shook him vigorously, trying to wake him up.If he was really drunk, wouldn't he have to carry him back?Ye Fan shivered unconsciously, he didn't want to carry a drunk back home.

While Ye Fan was trying to wake up He Tuan, a big man in black entered the wine shop, walked up to Ye Fan, clasped his fists at him, and said, "Ye Wei, the master invites you to go up and talk."

"Who is your master?" Ye Fan secretly held the saber beside him, tensing his heartstrings.

The big man in black lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, with a respectful attitude, as if he didn't see Ye Fan's movements: "Young Master of the Su family."

On the contrary, Ye Fan became more vigilant, turned his body slightly to protect He Tuan, "There is no evidence, why should I trust you."

The big man in black took out a jade pendant, the word "Su" was engraved on the smooth white jade surface.This is the proof of the young master of the Su family. Although Ye Fan is Su Yangui's personal bodyguard, he is still a servant of the Su family in the final analysis and must obey his master's orders.

Ye Fan turned his head to look at He Tuan, who was so drunk and unconscious, he was a little undecided.

"As for He Wei, we will take good care of him. Ye Wei doesn't have to worry." The big man in black said.

Ye Fan thought about it for a second, He Tuan didn't belong to any faction, and Mr. Su wouldn't attack him even if he thought about it, so he left with the big man in black with a little peace of mind.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of silk and bamboo, and the ding-dong of the ring, Ye Fan followed the big man in black up the stairs intently, ignoring the charming laughter of the beauties around him.When the big man in black lifted up the beaded curtain, Ye Fan saw a young man in brocade clothes drooping his eyebrows and playing the flute. I heard "Long Street Memories".

Ye Fan stepped forward and knelt respectfully in front of Su Yanju: "Ye Fan pays his respects to the eldest son."

Suddenly, the sound of Su Yanju's flute was no longer sad and desolate as before, but turned sharply and powerfully.A homesick song that was full of homesickness suddenly became full of heroism, but there was no contradiction.

But the woman in red at the side couldn't keep up with the sudden change of style, the libretto was in her mouth for a long time, but she couldn't sing it in the end.

At the end of the song, Su Yanju put down the flute in his hand, and helped Ye Fan up with a smile in his eyes: "Ye Wei, there is no need to be polite, you are the most powerful helper for your younger brother, and naturally...my helper."

Ye Fan turned slightly to one side, avoiding Su Yanju's outstretched hand, and said: "The eldest son is very polite, Ye Fan is just a low-level person, he should not be treated like this by the eldest son."

Su Yanju didn't feel annoyed, and still smiled politely: "Then Ye Wei get up and talk first, come and serve Ye Wei tea."

Ye Fan really couldn't think of why Su Yanju went to such lengths to find him. Although he was Su Yangui's bodyguard, to these high-ranking and powerful people, he was nothing more than an ant-like existence.Even if he didn't figure out why, the vigilance in his heart was still there, so he still knelt on the ground, waiting for Su Yanju's next move.

Seeing that Ye Fan didn't move, Su Yanju didn't force him, just took a sip of tea, and said casually: "I heard that Chen Quyan of Near Daily County was rude to his younger brother, and His Majesty felt unhappy because of this, so he punished that Chen Quyan very much. pause."

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Ye Fan lowered his head, his attitude was always respectful: "Ye Fan doesn't know."

Su Yanju put down the teacup, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth: "Brother She trusts Ye Wei very much, and let Ye Wei follow him wherever he goes. How come Ye Wei doesn't even know about this? Could it be? Nothing?"

"The master is the master, and the servant is the servant. Ye Fan dare not inquire about the young master." Ye Fan replied sternly.

Su Yanju looked at Ye Fan who was kneeling in front of him. He had an extremely handsome face, but his eyebrows were extremely elegant, which softened the masculinity of his body.Such a person knelt down in front of him so obediently, which made him feel a desire to control, and it was good to be by his side forever obediently.

Putting away the thoughts that came up suddenly, Su Yanju said softly: "If that's the case, then Ye Wei will have to take this trip more. Song Yang, send Ye Wei out."

"Yes." The big man in black who sent Ye Fan over replied in a deep voice.

The door was gently closed, but the beaded curtain was still swaying unceasingly, and the crisp sound made the room extremely quiet.

After what seemed like a long time, the woman in red said hesitantly, "Young Master, why did you let that guard go just like that?"

"How about not letting him go? Are you imprisoning him?" Su Yanju turned and sat down, playing with the flute in his hand.

"But you should press him again, he..." The woman in red spoke again and advised again, but the rest of the words were blocked by Su Yanju's cold eyes.

"Yu Niang." He brushed the body of the flute made of jasper, but his tone was always gentle, "You talk too much."

After Ye Fan came out, he ran straight to He Tuan's residence, but when he passed a teahouse, he was stumbled by the conversation inside.

"Changjun Chen Quyan was convicted by the Holy Majesty and is awaiting trial at the Ministry of Criminal Justice. Is it true?"

"Could I be a liar, Brother Yuan? I heard that Chen Quyan publicly insulted the Holy One as a foolish ruler. Regardless of the severe drought in Wuzhou, he spent his whole day having fun, causing the people to live in poverty. His words angered the Holy One Longyan."

"Hey, Changjun Chen Quyan really deserves the title of 'uninhibited, unrestrained, and proud'. I am ashamed of such courage and courage."

"Brother Ziyuan, be careful, there are many people in the market, so be careful to bring disaster."

……

Ye Fan paused for a while before leaving silently.

Sure enough, Su Yangui's mind was treacherous and difficult to discern.The son of Yuzheng, toiled in the wild, loved and respected people, and mourned the widows and widows.Under this imperial city, just this one sentence can make the Holy Majesty feel suspicious.

Arriving at He Tuan's residence, Ye Fan's hanging heart finally let go when he heard the deafening snoring from inside.As soon as he opened the door, He Tuan was lying on the bed stretched out.Ye Fan sighed helplessly, ordered him to straighten his posture, and covered him with a thin quilt.Su Yanju's people just threw He Tuan here and it's over, and Ye Fan has to deal with it again.

I will never bring him alcohol again, so as not to have to wait on this drunk again.

When Su Yan returned to his room, the folded willow in the bottle was hanging down its branches, and the willow leaves were turning yellow.The windows were not closed, and there was a night wind blowing from time to time, causing the bamboo shadows to dance in the courtyard, and the candles in the room were flickering.An inexplicable strange feeling spread.

Su Yangui looked at the words he had just written carefully, and then passed them expressionlessly to the flickering candlelight, watching the candlelight gradually devour the rice paper that was considered valuable to others.

He suddenly smiled, and in the flickering candlelight, he looked a little flirtatious.

"Ye Fan, why haven't you come back yet." He said slowly and extremely gently.

The author has something to say: A certain follower: Keke, Ye Fan, come out and make a fool of the little angels.

Ye Fan: ...

Sui (with teary eyes): Son, if you don’t sell it, the little angels won’t leave a message/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Ye Fan: ...I am only loyal to the young master.

A certain follower who burst into tears.