red and white

Before the words were finished, Ubi kicked over the chair, got up and left, and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

The phone was thrown into the pot, splashing a large amount of oil, the screen flickered several times, and went completely black.

The hot pot was bubbling and bubbling, and the room was silent.

Wubi’s words were really shocking, causing Anping to be dizzy, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "What did he just say... what does it mean?"

Mu Gesheng was holding a teacup, his brows and eyes were flat, "literally."

"what?!"

"I don't remember." Mu Gesheng shrugged, "My memory is missing, I lost some very important parts, and I can't figure out the cause and effect of many things. According to what the posterity said, I made a mistake back then, Quite a lot."

"The deep kindness is exhausted, the life and death teacher and friend." Mu Gesheng took a sip of tea, "I can't remember, I used to drink wine."

"Don't talk about things that are not suitable for digestion when eating." Mu Gesheng said, put down his teacup, and reached out his chopsticks to fish out the mobile phone from the spicy pot. "This pot can't be eaten, let them change it."

The new pot bottom was quickly brought out, Anping didn't know the taste of the food, Mu Gesheng washed him a hairy stomach with chopsticks, "If you want to know anything, ask, don't be sour when you eat, don't be like my unlucky girl. Holding it in my heart, the burden on my shoulders is too heavy, and I deserve not to grow taller."

Anping picked up his hairy belly and ate it, the spicy taste rushed into his nostrils, which made him almost cry, "Ban Xianer, about this matter... I still want to ask."

"I know, I really forgot something very important." Mu Gesheng took out a piece of paper and gave it to him, "Amping, where has your dream come true recently?"

"Chai Shuxin and Ah Buling Shuzi stayed in Ginkgo Study for a while."

"That's coming soon." Mu Gesheng calculated, and said: "When the three or nine days come, it is winter. Turn around, in the early spring of the next year, I will bid farewell to my master and go down the mountain. I think about it... I have been away for about four years."

Anping was taken aback, "Why?"

"Staying abroad is popular in those days." Mu Gesheng smiled: "My father told the master before joining the teacher's school that cultivating Qi Zhiping and self-cultivation are only the first step. I was born in Mufu, after all, I can't always Those who remain at the master's knees to fulfill their filial piety."

Anping suddenly realized, "No wonder you never copy my English homework."

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." Mu Gesheng read a passage in English, with a fairly standard Oxford accent, "You may not be able to dream of the memories of those four years, but nothing happened during that time, probably only one."

"That should be the third year I went abroad. I was in Moscow at that time. The school was built one kilometer away from the Neva River. It was winter when I received the letter from my second child, and the riverside was covered with snow." Mu Gesheng said: "He said in the letter Said, the master passed away."

Anping got up in shock, and turned over the teacup on the table. There was a sound of the cup being broken, and the tea was all over the floor.

"It happened many years ago. Amping, why are you reacting so strongly?" Mu Gesheng poured someone a cup of tea again, "Master left an order before he passed away, saying that I can go back to China for the funeral, but after the first seven days, I must leave."

"China and Moscow are separated by thousands of miles. By the time I received the letter from my second child, the first seven years had already passed. The teacher's order must not be violated, so I did not return to China. I did not kowtow in front of the old man's grave until I finished my studies."

Mu Gesheng shook his head as he spoke, and smiled softly: "I've also been wandering for a long time."

Then come back, everything in life is worth looking back on.

Counting the world, still flesh and blood, how many can?

Anping was still in a trance until he got home.Washed and rested in a hurry, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He doesn't understand.

When Mu Gesheng sent him home, he seemed to see that he was preoccupied, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's all in the past, it's just a dream, just treat it like watching a movie."

It may be that he ate too much oily and spicy food. Anping felt thirsty for a while, so he got up and brewed a pack of calming tea from Mugesheng.

Homework is piled up like a mountain, and studying is indeed a good way to get rid of worries and worries. Anping took out a blank sheet of paper and began to list the timeline of modern history.

In 26 AD, the [-]th year of the Republic of China.

The French Popular Front government was forced to resign, and the political turmoil in France continued until the outbreak of World War II.

Yugoslavia signs a non-aggression and arbitration treaty with Italy, joining the Rome-Berlin axis.

The total industrial output value of the Soviet Union ranked first in Europe and the second largest industrial power in the world.

The accident of the German airship "Hindenburg" made the airship withdraw from the stage of commercial flight.

On July [-], Japan launched a full-scale war of aggression against China, and China began the whole nation's war of resistance.

The night was dark, and the second hand was advancing one by one. Anping looked at the black and white words in his eyes, and suddenly felt sleepy.

The world is full of flowing water, and a dream comes to life.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! The National Defense Conference will be held on August [-]!" The newsboy stood on the pier and yelled, "Newspapers are on sale! A copy is only five cents!"

The port is one of the busiest places in the whole city. When a ship enters the port, there is a long siren. Passengers pass by on the ship's ladder. There are trendy girls carrying calfskin suitcases and high-heeled shoes.The newspaper boy went forward with sharp eyes and said enthusiastically, "Miss, do you want to buy a newspaper?"

The girl seemed to be in a hurry and waved her hands repeatedly, "No buy, no buy, get out of the way."

"Buy one, it's not peaceful recently, understand the current news and buy it for peace of mind..."

"Please give me a newspaper." A hand suddenly stopped between the two, and the newsboy looked up. He was a slender young man in a linen suit, carrying a suitcase and a long-handled umbrella in his hand, "Thank you, young master. Patronage!" The newsboy hurriedly took out a newspaper, "A piece costs five cents."

"You don't need to look for it." The young man handed over a silver dollar and pointed to a flower seller not far away, "I remember that girl is your sister, right? I want a branch of red camellia and give it to this young lady." He smiled at the girl beside him: "It's not easy for a child to make a living at the pier. It's a bit of a rush to make money. Don't blame it."

The newsboy was taken aback, and hurried to wrap a camellia flower, and handed it to the girl, "I'm sorry, sister, I'll apologize to you!"

The girl turned from anger to joy, her face turned reddish, she thanked Qingqing, took the flowers and turned to leave, leaving behind a scent of perfume.

The newsboy looked at the generous young man in front of him, and was about to open his mouth to thank him, when the other party directly raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "I haven't seen you for a few years, Xiaofeng, why have you become so blind? The one just now is The second miss of the shipping boss, you bumped into someone, do you still want to hang out at the pier?"

Xiaofengzi staggered when he was photographed, and then looked at the young man in surprise, "... who are you?"

"It's me." The young man took off his glasses, raised his eyebrows and said, "I haven't seen you for a few years, so you don't recognize me?"

Xiaofengzi was taken aback for a moment, then rushed forward, and shouted: "The fourth child of the Mu family?! Mu Gesheng, you are back!"

The two huddled together, Mu Gesheng was a head taller than the other, and Xiao Fengzi clung to him and refused to let go, "Brother Mu, you are back... Brother, your hair hasn't been washed for a few days? Why is it so oily?"

"Fuck you, that's called hairspray." Mu Gesheng patted the other person on the shoulder, "I remember your family opened a tailor shop? Why did you come here to sell newspapers?"

"The year is too chaotic, and business is not easy to do. Some time ago, my father was sick again, so I had to close the shop first. My little sister and I went out to earn a few bucks to subsidize the family." Xiao Fengzi sniffled as he said, "Woo Brother, I have missed you these past few years."

When Mu Gesheng was a teenager, he was called the devil in the world. As long as he went down the mountain, he would call friends in the city without any airs, and he could mingle with anyone. "In the past few years you have been away, the street is not as fun as it used to be, and even Brother Song doesn't find people to fight." Xiao Fengzi said: "A few years ago, the master of Gingko Zhai passed away, and everyone went to mourn, but I didn't see him anymore. you come back……"

"Didn't I come back now, young man, stand up straight, don't get red circles around your eyes." Mu Gesheng put him down and said, "Uncle is sick, why don't you go to Chai's to see him?"

"It's the pulse given by Mr. Chai. Thanks to the Chaifu Pharmacy, otherwise my father would not look down on the doctor." Xiao Fengzi rubbed his eyes and said, "Brother, how long will you stay when you come back this time?"

"I'm not leaving." Mu Gesheng said with a smile: "In the evening, Brother Song will have a feast for the wind, and it will be enough to keep you full. Remember to bring your sister."

"I've been spending time at Brother Song's for a while." Xiaofengzi scratched his head embarrassedly, and then said worriedly: "Brother, they all said that there is going to be a war, you didn't go abroad to avoid the limelight, why are you coming back now? "

"Look at what you said." Mu Gesheng slapped the person lightly, "Even if Ye Luo returns to his roots, this is my home. I won't come back after the war?"

"Brother is right." Xiaofengzi nodded again and again, "Brother, are you really not leaving?"

"Don't go." Mu Gesheng said: "Don't hold on to anything, talk to brother at any time."

"With brother's words, I am not afraid of anything." Xiao Fengzi laughed, "Brother, you just came back, where are you going? How about I show you the way?"

"Fuck you, if you haven't seen me for a few years, you will become a road idiot?" Mu Gesheng scolded with a smile: "If you want to lead the way, it's okay, carry the box for your brother, and go to Guan Shanyue."

"That's it!" Xiao Fengzi understood, "As expected of Brother Mu, he is affectionate and righteous, as soon as he comes back, he will be eager to meet you | Let's go!"

"What kind of acquaintance do you see?" Mu Gesheng said leisurely: "Brother, I will take you to the hall to listen to the music."

I haven't seen her for four years, but the old scene remains the same. Guan Shanyue has expanded two more floors, and there is a faint fragrance floating in the gilded lobby.During the daytime, the hall does not accept | customers, and only serves as receptionist in the teahouse. When the two of them entered the door, there happened to be a Pingtan performance. On the desk, there were two female gentlemen sitting on the left and the right, with three strings in their hands and a pipa in their lower hands. Mr. Yu, holding a white fan, is singing "Wen Zhaoguan".

"How can you care about thousands of miles of wind and frost and thousands of mountains—"

The sound of the pipa is like pearls and jade, and the son is talking about it, with a mellow and bookish voice.Mu Gesheng asked for an elegant seat, looked downstairs and said with a smile: "The whole house is full of female customers, all of whom come to listen to books—as expected of a famous actor, so fascinated by girls that they also go to the hall to listen to books, it's really amazing."

There was a Qing waiter at the side who served tea with a smile, "Mr. Wu's voice is first-class. It is hard to get a ticket on weekdays. Today is the morning show, so it is rare to have a private room. The young master happened to be lucky. It can be seen that there is a destiny." .”

Mu Gesheng laughed aloud when he heard this: "It's not just fate, it's been a few years of debts to my enemy."

Qing Guan was taken aback when he heard the words, and covered his mouth and said: "Young master and Mr. Wu are old acquaintances?"

"I've seen you before. Are you the elder sister brought out by Aunt Zhao?" Mu Gesheng blinked at the person, "Don't you recognize me?"

"Hey, it's strange to recognize it." Xiaofengzi interrupted: "Look at your fake foreign devil's dress."

Qing Guan looked him up and down, suddenly remembered something, and said in surprise: "You, you are Young Master Mu?!"

"It's hard for my sister to still remember me." Mu Gesheng said with a smile: "After a long time, Aunt Zhao's business is getting better and better, and even the third child can be invited to the stage."

The storyteller on the stage was none other than Wu Zixu.

About two years ago, Mu Gesheng received a letter from his hometown in Europe. Song Wentong didn’t like to gossip about family affairs. He always wrote letters in a few words and only focused on the main points. However, this letter was much rarer. One thing——Wu Zixu became Mr. Pingtan in Guan Shanyue.

The cause and effect of the matter are not complicated, it is nothing more than that Wu Zixu was dragged by Song Wentong to Guan Shanyue to play cards, and he lost without any suspense, but this time Aunt Zhao didn't let go of his mouth and asked people to call IOUs, forcing him to stay. Next, pushed to the stage and sang a few songs.

Wu Zixu had a unique voice, and when he opened his mouth, the room was filled with applause. Aunt Zhao was so unforgiving that she asked people to stay in Guan Shanyue and sing songs to pay off the debt.Not only did he personally teach Wu Zixu how to sing, but he also opened a bookstore during the day. After a few sessions, his reputation spread far and wide. Everyone in the city knew that Guan Shanyue had a Mr. Wu with a beautiful voice, and it was hard to find a ticket.

It didn't take long for the money to be enough, but the audience didn't want to leave, forcing Aunt Zhao to go to the Wu Mansion to invite someone in person, but Wu Zixu couldn't evade it, and kept on singing after coming and going.The Yin-Yang family has never cared much about the affairs of the mortal world, and no one in the Wu clan cares about the little Patriarch running around the house every day. After a few years, his reputation has become more and more prosperous, and fans call him "Jade Faced Lord".

"Which family on the stage is so romantic?" Mu Gesheng smiled and shook his head, "Although I have heard about it from the second child, I was shocked when I saw it with my own eyes. Who would have thought that the third child would blush when he met a girl a few years ago?" ?”

"A few days ago, I heard from Brother Tong that Master Mu will be back soon." Qing Guan smiled, and couldn't sit still, "They are all from my family, so don't sit upstairs, I will take you to the backstage? "

"Then I'll have to thank you, sister." Mu Gesheng stood up and said, "I haven't seen you for a few years, so I should go to say hello to Aunt Zhao."

Wu Zixu sang a series of books on stage, stopped the strings, lifted the curtain and walked into the backstage, only to see people surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, and Aunt Zhao's voice was so high, "Hey, my son, You are so filial, Auntie didn't dote on you in vain!"

"This is a cosmetic that is popular in France recently. I don't know much about it, so I bought a few recommended by my classmates." A laugh came from the crowd, "Aunt Zhao is using it first. If you like it, I will ask a friend to send it."

Although the young man's voice was calmer than before, Wu Zixu's laughter was unmistakably familiar, and he immediately beamed with joy, and said loudly, "Fourth brother! When did you come back?"

"Third brother! Are you finished singing?" Mu Gesheng stood up, pushed away the crowd and came out, and the two hugged each other immediately, "Yes, you boy." Mu Gesheng laughed and patted the other party, "Scholar Don't look at each other with admiration for three days, and you have become a famous actor after you haven't seen him for a few years!"

"Join the fun, and the audience is willing to support it. It's far worse than those with serious academic background." Wu Zixu was very happy, and said repeatedly: "When did you come back? I heard from my second son that you bought the boat ticket late, didn't you?" How many days are there?"

"Damn him, if he knows that when I come back today, I've already gone to the pier to block people." Mu Gesheng winked, "Aren't I in a hurry to listen to Mr. Wu's song?"

"You'll bury me as soon as you come back." Wu Zixu gave him a push, then fished him back, "It's too late to prepare for the reception banquet for lunch, and I will set up a few tables for you in the evening, so that the brothers can have a good gathering. You wait for me After the next song, go find the second child for dinner."

"Wonderful." Mu Gesheng clapped his hands, "I eat cold dishes every day abroad, and I look forward to coming back and eating my second child poor."

"You man." Wu Zixu sighed with a smile, "I don't know how happy the second child will be. Even if you want a full banquet, he will be happy to cook." As he spoke, he looked him up and down carefully, "You are dressed like that. Western style, Western goods?"

"Don't talk about it, do you have any extra clothes, lend me one first." Mu Gesheng waved his hand, "As soon as Aunt Zhao saw me, she called me a fake foreign devil."

"It's quite fake." Wu Zixu looked at the person and said with a smile: "But fourth child, you have grown a lot taller, so I don't know if my clothes fit you well."

"Change it if it doesn't fit!" Aunt Zhao said in a stacked voice: "Bring the newly made silver-gray gown!" She said and laughed at the two of them: "The new gown that was just delivered a few days ago, Xiao Wu Guo A few days ago there was a performance of "Three Smiles", a large set of Sanxian's good books, wearing matching shirts, and you got a bargain."

"Aunt Zhao loves me." Mu Gesheng remembered something and asked Wu Zixu: "What will you sing next?"

"It's still Wenzhaoguan." Wu Zixu said, "Why, is there a book you want to hear?"

"Back then you sent me off and sang a discounted "Farewell at the Changting" at the pier." Mu Gesheng immediately said: "Now that the old man comes back from the west, let's play "Stunning"."

"It's easy to say, I remember that you loved The Story of the West Chamber back then." Wu Zixu replied, "It just so happened that I changed my clothes, so go to the stage with me."

"That won't work. I'm not familiar with Pingtan books. I only know a few words in Kunqiang." Mu Gesheng quit.

"It doesn't matter." Aunt Zhao said with a smile, "Auntie is in charge of it for you, and you can sing."

"My dear aunt." Mu Gesheng waved his hands again and again, "How many years have I stayed abroad, I have forgotten all about it."

"Don't try to fool me, back then you asked your second son to send you records." Wu Zixu said, "Don't pretend that I don't know, back then you came to Guan Shanyue with your second son to listen to the music every few days, and the interest came. Just go up and replace Qing Guan—it is said that you even played the sanxian for Lingshu?"

Mu Gesheng: "I didn't run away, the second child must have betrayed me."

"Beautiful scenery on a good day, a pleasure for the eyes, I'll take care of it for you when you leave." Wu Zixu smiled and said, "Come on, officer—"

Mu Gesheng was jokingly called a dandy back then, and he didn't learn many eight elegant and six arts in Ginkgo Study, but he was able to play all four and five tones while hanging out in the wind and moon.The master of Gingkozhai likes Kunqu opera, and every New Year's festival will let him come to a few episodes, especially "The Romance of the West Chamber".

Mu Gesheng put on a coat, and the two divided their jobs. Wuzi falsely sang about Zhang Sheng, and Muge gave birth to □□ Niang, and found another Qing Dynasty official to pretend to be Yingying, "My family is blessed today." Qing Qing said with a smile: "Meet two handsome gentlemen."

On the stage, Xiansuo opened. Yingying and Zhang Sheng met in the Buddhist temple. Before they left for the autumn wave, they were infected with lovesickness to the bone marrow. Zhang Sheng said: "Ah, who would have thought that meeting a god in the temple--they were bumping into the gods 500 years ago?" The injustice of the romantic industry!"

"I hate the sky, the sky is not convenient for people, so it's hard for me to entertain myself, why do I linger." The matchmaker said charmingly: "Miss, you are so unattractive?"

"Then people's eyes are dazzled and they can't speak, and their souls fly for a long time." Zhang Sheng twirled the folding fan in his hand, "Ah, I will die—"

It's not too long to be amazed, but the two got up, and they sang until noon without knowing it. The audience dispersed, but there was still one person in the seat, and said lightly: "When you come back, hurry up and sing on stage first, what virtue?"

Just as Mu Gesheng raised the curtain, he paused when he heard the words, turned his head to look, and threw himself down the stage the next second, "Second brother! When did you come?"

"I've come a long time ago. Seeing you singing so well, I didn't recognize me for a long time."

"That's not because you are getting more and more beautiful. I thought some kind of fairy was sitting under the stage."

"Young poor." Song Wentong was wearing a bright red gown, the young man was tall and slender, and slapped Mu Gesheng on the head, "The hairspray is not bad, is it a Western product?"

"Don't hurt it, don't hurt it, I've been entertained all morning." Mu Gesheng stroked his hair, "It's just in time, and I was going to join you—what's for lunch?"

"Wait for the third child to come out." Song Wentong stood up, flipping up his gown, "I'll take you to the restaurant for dinner."

Song Wentong mentioned in his letter that he opened a hot pot restaurant and named it "Yeshui Zhuhua".

He is good at cooking and likes to eat spicy food. The pot bottoms he prepared are superb. Soon after the opening, it was hard to find a table. Mu Gesheng could smell the strong aroma from afar. "I remember that every winter solstice you like to make hot pot, bell peppers Stir-fried with ginger and garlic, served with butter, it was so fragrant that the little monk in Baishui Temple woke up in the middle of the night to ring the bell."

"The fifth one doesn't eat spicy food, so he cooks less after he came." Song Wentong led people into the shop, walked up to the second floor, and walked into a private room, "Order what you want."

"Hey." Wu Zixu laughed when he heard the words: "Boss is grand."

"It sounds like I cheated you of your money, and I don't know who is here to play the autumn wind every three days." Song Wentong glanced at him, "It's fine to entertain you as a living person, and I will take the banquet in Fengdu."

"Then I won't be polite." Mu Gesheng put down the menu, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Give me a whole book according to the menu, and don't miss any item."

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The author has something to say:

1. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.——Dickens "A Tale of Two Cities"

2. Things in the world follow the flowing water, and it is a dream to come to life——Li Yu's "Wu Ye Cry"

3. Gu Zhenguan, two pieces of "Golden Hazel Song"

【One】

Is Ji Zi safe?When I come back, how can I look back on everything in my life?

Who comforts me on a long journey?The mother's hometown is poor and the son is young.Can't remember, I used to have a glass of wine.

You should be used to fighting people with charm, always lose to him, and you will be overwhelmed by rain and clouds.

Ice and snow, deal for a long time!

The tears are not dripping through the cow's clothes, counting the end of the world, still the same flesh and blood, how many families can do it?

It's more lifeless than a beautiful girl, not to mention it still exists today.Only absolutely blocked, the bitter cold is unbearable.

For [-] years, Bao Xu made a promise, hoping that the black-headed horse will eventually save him.

Place this letter, with your sleeves in your arms.

【Second】

I have also been drifting for a long time. In the past ten years, I have been deeply grateful, and have been teachers and friends who have died.

Su Xi's same name is not a steal, try to see Du Ling's weight loss.Once unabated, Yelang Boom.

Farewell to friends and friends, ask life, is it so desolate?

Never hate, cut it for the king.

My brother Xin Wei and I Ding Chou lived together for some time, and the frost was broken, and the willows were prematurely aging.

Cifu must be written less from now on, and the heart and soul should be kept together.I hope, Heqing Life Insurance.

Returning to the sun, I hurriedly flipped through the manuscripts, and passed on the empty name dishes to my back.

I can't say enough, Guan paused.