A traitor

Lu Xun left without saying goodbye, Su Qinglang and Mei Liusheng only found the letter in his room.

"I heard from the servants in the mansion that Mr. Lu went out early in the morning and didn't know where he went."

In the early morning, Yu Huaizhong was sitting in the main hall, Su Qinglang and Mei Liusheng were sitting next to him, and the three of them were sitting around a table with a variety of wine and dishes on the table.

Sun Tzuzhong was not feeling well because he was drunk yesterday, his spleen and stomach were cold, and he hasn't gotten up from lying down until now, nor has he had breakfast with them.

"And Mr. Sun, it seems that I haven't seen him in the morning. Could it be that he is still drunk?"

Hearing what he said, Su Qinglang smiled, and replied: "Lord Lu suddenly remembered that he had some important matters to deal with at home, so he left a letter this morning and hurried back to Chang'an. Cup, it hurts the spleen and stomach, I have asked your servants to prepare hangover soup and send it over."

Hearing this, Yu Huaizhong looked ashamed, and cupped his hands to him: "Several adults came to Yizhou and lived in the mansion of the lower official. The lower official should have tried his best to entertain them. But it turned out...not taking good care of him, and bothering Su. I am really ashamed to worry about you, my lord."

Su Qinglang thought to himself, after coming to Yizhou for a few days, among the four of us, one was injured by your hospitality, one was sick by your hospitality, and the third ran away by your hospitality.

Especially me, I almost lost my life after being entertained by you. If we try our best, can the few of us get out alive?

Besides, the way he was drunk last night made him think of taking care of his grandson Zhong, in case the cucumbers and vegetables were cold.

He smiled again, and said: "My lords are considerate, the people of Yizhou are also warm and hospitable, but we have caused you a lot of trouble by bothering you for many days."

Yu Huaizhong hurriedly said: "Where is it? It is an honor for my lord to come to our Yizhou, but Mr. Sun is not feeling well now. Your lord, you should stay for a few more days."

Su Qinglang hesitated: "This..."

He planned to leave today, but with Sun Zizhong's appearance, he couldn't bear to take him on the road, so he said, "I'll go and see Zizhong's situation."

After breakfast, he went to see Sun Zizhong with Mei Liusheng, and was about to propose a two-day rest, but Sun Zizhong strongly refused.

Su Qinglang sat in the room, looked at his grandson lying on the bed dying, and said helplessly, "Zizhong, with your current state, can you go?"

Sun Tzuzhong said: "Brother Mei is still injured, if he can walk, of course I can too."

Su Qinglang wanted to say, Mei Liusheng's body is as strong as a cow, let alone rushing, it's no problem for him to kill a tiger, can you be like him?

But seeing Mei Liusheng sitting beside him, he paused, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth again.

He said again: "I'm just worried. After all, we're going to take a boat and walk a mountain road. I'm afraid your body won't be able to take it."

Sun Tzuzhong propped himself up halfway, and looked at the posture, as if he was about to get up: "I'm really fine, let's go as soon as possible, I really... don't want to stay here."

Seeing how he was eager to leave, Su Qinglang could only compromise, and sighed: "Okay, you get up and pack your things first, Brother Mei and I will inform Master Yu and the others."

Hearing that Su Qinglang was going to leave, Yu Huaizhong tried his best to persuade them to stay, but seeing that they had no intention of going, and the emperor's life was in his body, a lot of time had been lost, so he arranged for someone to see them off.

After Sun Zizhong and Mei Liusheng packed up their luggage, they stood at the gate of the government office. Sun Zizhong looked around and said, "Lord Lu, it's possible that they haven't packed yet."

Su Qinglang twitched the corners of his lips, only to hear Mei Liusheng explain: "Mr. Lu has some matters in his family, and he has returned to Chang'an."

"anyway……"

Yu Huaizhong also looked around, and said doubtfully, "The little brother who followed Master Mei seems to have disappeared."

Mei Liusheng's words faltered, and after a moment's pause, he smiled slightly and said, "Master Lu doesn't know martial arts, and he is the only one. I was worried that something would happen to him on the road, so I asked Cheng Ying to chase him out. If it's good, maybe we can find Mr. Lu and escort him back."

Yu Huaizhong nodded when he heard the words, and said again: "Master Lu is really, if I tell you earlier, I can send someone to send him back. Now this is really worrying."

Su Qinglang continued: "Forget it, Lu Xun's matter, I will settle the score with him when I return to Chang'an. It's getting late now, Mr. Yu, I will definitely come to Yizhou again when I have the opportunity."

Everyone bowed their hands and said goodbye, Yu Huaizhong wanted to send them away in person, but Su Qinglang politely declined, so a dozen soldiers escorted a carriage towards the ferry.

Sun Zizhong was sitting in the car with a pale face due to physical discomfort. Su Qinglang took two bundles and put them on him, and asked him to lean on his side and close his eyes to rest.

He sat aside, looking at the scene on the street through the gap in the curtain raised by the breeze.

At this time, the lanterns on the shelves on both sides of the street have not yet been dismantled, and they are swaying slightly in the wind. Maybe it was too late yesterday. Today, there are no people on the street, and it is deserted everywhere. Only the shops on both sides are cleaning. The mess left over from last night.

Seeing him staring out the window in a daze, Mei Liusheng couldn't help calling softly, "Qinglang..."

Su Qinglang withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly: "I was wondering if I could meet the little brother who gave us the mask yesterday."

There was a smile in his eyes, and he said with some emotion: "The fate between people is really wonderful. Before we came to Yizhou, we must have never thought that we would meet such a person, and he must have never thought that he would set up a stall on his own." meet us sometime.

Although we don't know his name, and he doesn't know ours, a mask connects strangers in two places, but I don't know, right now, I'm thinking about that person in this car, and that person will be in the future One day, will you think of us occasionally. "

Mei Liusheng replied indifferently: "Meeting by chance, is such a meeting meaningful?"

"Of course it makes sense..."

Su Qinglang waved his folding fan, and said slowly: "Life has been in a hurry for decades, how many people can I meet, how many things can I see, one more experience, one more memory, one more person who remembers me, then I will be in this world. What is left is one point more, life is like a dream, dry bones may fly, don't waste it, don't waste it, even if it is short, there is nothing to regret."

Seeing that he spoke clearly and logically, like a monk in a temple, Mei Liusheng couldn't help pursing his lips and laughing.

Then I heard Sun Tzuzhong say weakly: "I said where did you go yesterday? You went to enjoy the lanterns behind your backs."

Su Qinglang turned his head, but saw that Sun Zizhong had already opened his eyes, and he quickly explained: "Who is carrying you behind your back, Zizhong, you don't live up to your expectations, and after only a few drinks, you are so drunk that you can't scream. Even if Brother Hemei wanted to carry you to the street, you wouldn't be able to see it."

Sun Tzuzhong sat up straight, rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and said, "From now on, don't expect me to drink half a glass of wine again. You will drink less in the future."

Hearing what he said, Su Qinglang immediately protested: "Hey hey hey, you don't live up to yourself, how can you get me involved? If you don't drink alcohol in the etiquette department, it's like a big girl who doesn't wear shoes. Aren't you afraid of making people laugh?"

Sun Zizhong frowned, and just about to say something, Mei Liusheng took a look at him and said softly, "I think what Brother Sun said is quite right."

Su Qinglang looked at him, and was about to point the finger of protest at him, but Mei Liusheng smiled and said meaningfully: "Qinglang, did you forget what you promised me?"

Thinking of the three conditions agreed upon with Mei Liusheng, Su Qinglang was immediately devastated, so he could only compromise, snorted, and said sarcastically, "There are only three chances in total, Brother Mei, you can take it easy, if you run out, there will be no more."

Mei Liusheng smiled slightly, nodding his head: "If it's gone, I'll have my own way to get three more. However, if Brother Su is willing, it's okay to give it to me for nothing."

Su Qinglang gritted his teeth in resentment, and thought to himself, if I fall into your ways again in the future, I will kill myself with a piece of tofu!

Turning around, he saw Sun Zizhong leaning on the car with an unlovable expression on his face. He reached out and patted Sun Zizhong on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, don't be wronged, it's a big deal, we will come to play again next year." .By the way, I brought the mask yesterday before I left, so I will give it to you as compensation for missing the lantern.”

Sun Zizhong looked at him, and was about to explain, but when he heard that he had brought a mask over, his expression changed, he sat up straight, touched his back with his backhand, and sure enough, he pulled a mask out of the bag.

Angrily said: "I said what is this thing, it keeps making my back hurt, can you put it away?"

Su Qinglang curled his lips, reached out to take it with a guilty conscience, then thought of something, looked at Mei Liusheng and said, "By the way, Brother Mei, where is your mask?"

Mei Liusheng's expression was a bit ugly, as if he had eaten a rotten egg, he glanced sideways at his baggage, and said coldly, "I didn't bring it!"

Hearing what he said, Su Qinglang felt a little regretful, and said with a tusk: "However, it is also a commemoration of our trip in Yizhou, and it is also a gift from him. How can Brother Mei just throw it away?"

As he spoke, he handed the mask back to Sun Zizhong, and said, "Look, it looks good. It's hard for you and me to draw the painted lines. The craftsmanship of the Yizhou people is really nothing to say."

Sun Tzuzhong looked at it carefully while holding the mask, and said calmly: "Practice makes perfect, if you draw about [-] sheets, you can also reach this level."

"Okay!" Su Qinglang folded the fan, made up his mind and said, "If I don't serve as an official in the court in the future, I will come here to sell masks for ten cents each. Zizhong, you will definitely give me a discount."

Seeing him talking nonsense again, Mei Liusheng couldn't help but strike coolly: "Brother Su didn't want to farm in the suburbs of Chang'an before, why did he come here to sell masks?"

Su Qinglang looked at him and asked, "Brother Mei, do you have a stomachache today?"

Mei Liusheng was startled, not knowing what he was going to say, and then Su Qinglang said calmly: "If it hurts, I'll ask someone to prepare brown sugar and ginger water, brother Mei, how about a bowl?"