Great Imperial Merchant

On the tenth day of October in the 15th year of Tianqi, everything is suitable.

The engagement banquet between the Cheng family and the Bai family was held on this day. Because the Bai family had more descendants, the engagement banquet was held at the Cheng family, which meant that Bai Yousu would live in the Cheng family in the future.

Originally, the servant of the Cheng family came to invite Cheng Weizhe two days in advance, and told him to go home with Yang Zhongyuan for a few days, and when the engagement banquet was held, they could also greet the guests together.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Weizhe heard the young servant clearly mentioned Yang Zhongyuan's name, and his heart became clearer. He refused without thinking, and only said that he would be there that day.

For this engagement banquet, Cheng Weishu must have thought something wrong again, trying to trick both him and Yang Zhongyuan.

If they had returned to Cheng's house early, they might have given Cheng Weishu a reason to prepare. Although Cheng Weizhe was not afraid that he would make the relationship between the two public, he still felt that one thing more is worse than one thing less, and it is best to keep it simple.

Another one, he didn't want Yang Zhongyuan to hear bad words.

He knew exactly what his father was like.He claims to be a lofty literati, but in reality he has a dark heart, and when he is in a hurry, he speaks extremely harshly.He knew that Yang Zhongyuan was not afraid of this, but he cared.

For Yang Zhongyuan, what Cheng Weizhe thought in his heart was to do his best to treat him well, to make him happy all the time and happy every year.

Therefore, on the tenth day of the lunar new year, Cheng Weizhe got up early in the morning, and he and Yang Zhongyuan put on the newly-bought brocade jackets. Cheng Weizhe relied on Yang Zhongyuan to fix his hair bun, and then took his hand to go The Cheng family went.

Few people get up early, the sky is very blue, and the golden crow blushes shyly among the layers of clouds, warming up a beautiful autumn day.

Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan wore the same clothes, held hands, and strolled along the long Zixin Lane.

They passed Situ's house with green walls and black tiles, and Shen's house full of wisterias. When they were young, they chased the figure of the brain in this alley, and it seemed that they still lingered and remained deeply in their memories.

This long, delicate alley has become their unique paradise.They were born here, grew up here, parted here, and finally met again here.

Perhaps Cheng Weizhe didn't see it that time, but Yang Zhongyuan remembered it clearly. On the morning of the second day after he came back to Danluo, he had already seen Cheng Weizhe's figure in his eyes when he hurried in front of the door.

Even if thousands of sails have passed, I can recognize you at a glance at the first moment of meeting.

Yang Zhongyuan looked at the green flagstone alleyway already piled with fallen leaves, and suddenly remembered the past: "Azhe, do you still remember, when was the last time we held hands and fought here?"

Cheng Weizhe slowed down his pace. This alley carried too many memories of the two of them, including their own and those of their fathers.

He thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered that it was about one sunny afternoon when he was ten years old. Cheng Weizhe had an awkward relationship with his father Cheng He again. It was quite depressing and tormenting.

He didn't want to go back, didn't want to stay in it for a moment.

Lin Shaofeng went out to run darts, he was not at home, and Cheng Weizhe's life was even more difficult.

The father's indifference and ruthlessness, the servants' indifference, the uncle's smile hiding the knife, and the younger brother Cheng Weishu's non-stop finding fault.At that time, he actually blamed his father a little bit.

Why was he born in such a place, and then he himself didn't want to stay at home, and often went out, leaving him here alone, facing everything he didn't even want to face.

The more Cheng Weizhe thought about it, the more wronged he became. It was probably the first time he felt the urge to cry after he became sensible.

The tears in his eyes were about to pour down, but at this moment, a clear child's voice rang in his ears: "Azhe, Azhe, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you?"

He could hear that voice every day, and he was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar. Cheng Weizhe could even hear his anxiety and hesitation from his trembling voice.

Yes, no matter how difficult the day is, this person will always be by my side.

Cheng Weizhe rubbed his eyes on his sleeves with his head down, and looked up at Yang Zhongyuan.

When he was young, Yang Zhongyuan had a round face, big eyes, and a very cute smile. When he was not making trouble, he was not far from a fairy boy.

Cheng Weizhe liked to pinch his somewhat chubby face when he was a child, and found it very amusing.

"It's nothing, Daddy is gone again, I miss him a little bit." Cheng Weizhe forced a smile at Yang Zhongyuan, but that smile was full of bitterness.

Yang Zhongyuan is late to understand, and he is still like a child in his teens. He is naughty, proud, stubborn, and likes to play around, but he will show rare patience and care in front of his father and Cheng Weizhe.

Seeing that Cheng Weizhe was really sad, he couldn't help squatting in front of him, looking at him eagerly: "Azhe, tell me if you want Uncle Feng in the future, and I'll take my dad out to play with you, okay?"

Cheng Weizhe was suddenly cared by him, and the haze on his immature face finally dissipated, he patted Yang Zhongyuan's hand: "Okay, Xiao Yuan is really good."

Yang Zhongyuan had always admired him very much before, but when he was praised suddenly, his face turned red into an apple, and he said awkwardly: "I'm not good!"

What he said was extremely childish, but Cheng Weizhe laughed out loud.

Yang Zhongyuan opened his eyes wide to see him laughing, and soon he laughed too.

Suddenly, the child's innocent laughter echoed in the alley, and the two of them smiled at each other for a long time before standing up hand in hand, and started running wildly in the alley together again.

The child's sorrow came and went quickly, and Cheng Weizhe probably didn't quite remember why he was so sad at that time, but he clearly remembered the last afternoon when Yang Zhongyuan played happily with him before he left.

When the wind blows through the alley, the winter jasmine that climbed out of the wall of Cheng's house flutters in the wind, bringing warmth.

He and Yang Zhongyuan, the two little people, held hands, ran, quarreled, and laughed, as if there had never been parting or suffering in life.

Cheng Weizhe turned his head to look at Yang Zhongyuan, but suddenly found that Yang Zhongyuan's eye sockets were a little red.

Probably the memory at that time was too pure and precious, so Yang Zhongyuan still felt moved when he recalled it.

Taking advantage of the empty alley, Cheng Weizhe suddenly turned around and hugged Yang Zhongyuan. He put his forehead against Yang Zhongyuan's and looked straight into his eyes.

"Xiao Yuan, we will never be separated again, will we?"

"Yes, we will never be separated again."

They exchanged the most simple vows with each other, until the sound of carriages and horses came from the alley, they suddenly let go of their arms around each other.

Seeing that the gate of Cheng's family was not far ahead, Cheng Weizhe coughed lightly and said, "Let's go, let's finish our work earlier and go home earlier. You must stay by my side today and don't go anywhere."

He didn't look back, but he clearly heard Yang Zhongyuan's answering voice.

He said, "Okay."

I will always be by your side, nowhere to go.

The Cheng family was decorated with lanterns and festoons this day, and the bright red lanterns were hung at the door, indicating that today is such a happy day.

This day is the tenth day of October, and there are still two full months before Lin Shaofeng's third anniversary.

Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan walked to the door of Cheng's house, only to see that the door of Cheng's house had already been opened just before the hour, and the two concierges had changed into new clothes, standing at the door full of energy, waiting to welcome the first wave of guests.

Danluo's engagement banquet is usually held in the morning, and the guests only need to bring tokens that symbolize auspiciousness and a century-old marriage to congratulate and watch the ceremony.

The keepsake doesn't have to be very good, even the red cloth used by relatives when they got married is also good.

Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan brought only noodle bowls used in their own shop.

Yang Zhongyuan thought it was not very pretty at first, but Cheng Weizhe said: "I brought a bowl myself, it's already very face-saving, I don't want to give money to that family."

Seeing his persistence, Yang Zhongyuan could only sigh and let him mess around.

When the porter at the door saw Cheng Weizhe, they all showed a relieved expression on their faces: "Eldest young master, you can be considered to be back. If you don't come for the second young master's engagement, Master Zhu will definitely be very anxious."

Cheng Weizhe raised his eyebrows, and just handed the bowl to the porter casually: "Xinli."

The concierge's expression froze for a moment, but he still tried his best to hide his surprise: "This bowl looks very auspicious."

Yang Zhongyuan followed behind Cheng Weizhe, and couldn't bear to watch.

Cheng Weizhe said indifferently: "The bowl used by the old man next door is really auspicious."

Yang Zhongyuan: "..." You are really good.

The concierge: "...the young master has a heart."

The concierge put away the precious bowl, and very politely invited Cheng Weizhe to enter the inner house. In the past, when Cheng Weizhe came back, the concierge usually welcomed him in and rarely spoke to him. Today, I don't know whether it was because of the happy event at home or what. It seems a bit wordy.

"Young master, you haven't been back for a long time."

"If I remember correctly, I came back last month." Cheng Weizhe said calmly, still expressionless.

He has never had any sense of presence in the Cheng family, and he has never spoken much, so the concierge is not surprised by his behavior.

Yang Zhongyuan also silently followed behind them without saying a word.

The concierge was very enthusiastic this time, and welcomed Cheng Weizhe and Yang Zhongyuan into the front yard all the way. When he saw Cheng Yao's family of four waiting in the front yard, he left respectfully.

The first person to see Cheng Weizhe was Bai Xiaozhu. It was rare for him to change out of his white clothes, and he wore a dark red cross-neck gown, which made him look much younger.

"Weizhe, you're back. It's a great day for your brother. It would be a pity if you don't come back." Bai Xiaozhu walked over with a smile, first patted Cheng Weizhe on the shoulder, and then turned his gaze to Yang Zhongyuan :"Who is this?"

Cheng Weizhe first congratulated him, and then said: "This is my neighbor, Boss Xiao Yang."

Bai Xiaozhu narrowed his eyes to look at Yang Zhongyuan, and Yang Zhongyuan also smiled at him politely: "Bai Zhengjun, congratulations."

He is now just the neighbor of Cheng Weizhe's teahouse, Boss Xiao Yang, so he naturally wants to be called Bai Xiaozhu Bai Zhengjun, not the Uncle Zhu he called him when he was young.His appearance was very different from when he was young, and he hadn't seen Bai Xiaozhu a few times at that time, so he wasn't worried that he would recognize him.

Bai Xiaozhu nodded to him very politely, and was about to say something, but Cheng Weishu suddenly came out from the main hall, raised his voice and said: "Boss Xiao Yang is really young and promising. , but it can be regarded as daily progress.”