sheepskin for melon

On a scorching summer day, Liushu Village in City A.

A group of old men and women are holding grass fans or plastic fans with small advertisements, sitting in twos and threes under the big tree at the entrance of the small shop in the village to enjoy the cool. The old lady contributes a new conversation piece.

At this time, in the steaming heat, a person walked with regular steps.The old men and women followed the sound with full faces of inquiry, and after seeing it clearly, they involuntarily closed their mouths.

The visitor was tall and tall, and his aura was completely different from that of the locals. He had naturally curly black hair that swept messily at the corners of his eyes.The originally extremely handsome face was stained with a gloomy color because of the dull eyes like stagnant water, which made people feel uncomfortable.

On the bare cuff of the right arm, there are deep traces of twisted blue vines, around the wrist, and a red rose blooms on the back of the hand, and a red rose blooms on the neckline on the right, winding vines along the neck. extends to the jaw angle.

Immediately, someone in the crowd made a displeased "tsk" sound. Looking at the gaudy tattoos, it seemed that they were not serious people. They bit their ears and asked each other, "Whose child is this?"

Chi Li walked into the canteen as if no one was around, looked at the empty store, and said coldly, "Boss, let's go shopping."

The proprietress who was sitting outside to enjoy the coolness just remembered to entertain, hurriedly got up and entered the room, smiling all over her face, "Hey, here you come, what do you want?"

Without raising his eyelids, Chi Li said coldly: "Toothpaste, toothbrush, slippers, towel." After speaking, he took out a box of chewing gum on the counter and placed it in the middle.

"Okay." The proprietress was taking things for him, while secretly looking at this man who had never met in the village before, guessing his identity.

The light in the store was very dim, and although no one was watching the TV, it was still playing noise tirelessly.Chi Li silently took the things the proprietress handed over, and suddenly, his eyes turned to the TV.

An interview was being done on TV, and the reporter asked with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, this is the first time our program has cooperated with Blackstone. I didn't expect its person in charge to be so young and promising. Everyone knows the large-scale VR online game developed by your company. "Swordsman" will be released soon, and many financial institutions predict that it will bring you a market value of hundreds of millions, do you have anything to say about this?"

The young man on the TV smiled and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Thank you for your concern, I think everyone can have more confidence in us, Blackstone will lead a new era of games, starting from "Swordsman", VR games will be like Mobile games are as common as mobile games, replacing all traditional game industries, and Blackstone will stand at the forefront of the industry."

The audience in the audience applauded because of this bold statement, and the reporter then asked: "Mr. Zhou is really ambitious, and we are here to wish you success. Apart from this problem, everyone is also very concerned about your life. I heard that you have fallen into a crisis. A bizarre incident, the rural parents who have raised you for many years are not your biological parents, in fact you should be the son of the richest man in this city, does the change of identity affect your life?"

Zhou Kun's expression seemed a little melancholy, and then he was relieved: "Everything in the past has made me who I am now. No matter whose son I am, as long as I am me, that's enough."

His open-minded answer immediately aroused another burst of applause.

Chi Li looked at the person who exchanged lives with him, and slowly looked away, but the proprietress instantly knew who this person was.

Just recently, a major incident happened in their village. The child of Lao Chi's family and the child of the richest man in this city got married wrongly!

After finding out, the "true young master" was taken back to the wealthy family, while the "fake young master" was sent back to the Chi family. Presumably this person is the fake young master!

So after he left, the crowd suddenly exploded.

"This is the kid who took advantage of nothing and stayed in a rich family for more than 20 years!"

"Tsk tsk, pheasants can't lay golden eggs in a phoenix's nest. See, they were also raised in Zhou's family. They are serious young masters who start their own business at such a young age. It can easily cost hundreds of millions. Then look at this counterfeit with tattoos all over his body. Isn't it a little hooligan?"

"My child and the child from the Chi family used to be classmates. He was admitted to University A despite his illness. My son... hey, don't mention it. I said how the old Chi family gave birth to such a good seedling. My father is a rich man."

A group of people were discussing more and more intensely, and a deep voice suddenly interjected: "I can hear you."

Everyone froze, only to realize that at some point, that "counterfeit" stopped and turned to look at them quietly.The gloomy face combined with the rose tattoo on the right neck showed a bit of spooky taste, even under the sun, it was cold.

As we all know, when a person hears others talking about him behind his back, it is basic politeness to pretend not to hear. Chi Li's rude behavior made these people stunned.

Just when everyone was wondering whether they should just let it go with a haha, or just say "what's wrong with you", Chi Li had already turned and left.

The index finger and middle finger rubbed together irritably, and when they reached for the pocket, they realized that they had decided to quit smoking, so they stuffed a piece of chewing gum into their mouth instead.

The cool touch suppressed the irritability that surged up, he turned on the phone, pressed a familiar number, but an unexpected person answered: "Master Zhou, oh no, Mr. Chi?"

Chi Li narrowed his eyes: "Zhou Kun? Why is Xia Xuan's cell phone with you?"

The other side smiled: "Why can't it be with me, he is my boyfriend in the first place."

"Your boyfriend?" Chi Li slowly closed and opened his eyes, his eyes were as fierce as eagles: "You guys join forces to play me?"

"No, I'm just taking back what's mine."

The phone was hung up suddenly, and Chi Li's gaze was as cold as ice even under the scorching sun.

Something that belongs to him?Chi Li caressed the uneven red rose on the back of his hand, under which there were scars that could never be healed.So what Zhou Kun said belonged to him, did he mean the scars on his body?Or are the "biological parents" turning a blind eye for decades?Or the endless contempt of the "brother"?

As for Xia Xuan, he thought he was the only person in the world who sincerely treated him well, and even let him into the core of the Black Stone without the slightest doubt, but he actually approached him to help Zhou Kun take revenge on him!Ha, it turns out that these people have been playing tricks on him like this!

Chi Li tried hard to control himself not to lose his composure, as if two blazing charcoal fires were sinking in his eyes.If Zhou Kun wants to get back what belongs to him, shouldn't he also get back what he lost?

……

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Yongjing.

In order to prevent the cold wind from entering, the door of the official office was closed tightly, but there was a man in a vermilion official uniform standing in the corridor, with his hands crossed and his eyes down, standing respectfully.

The door finally opened, and a gatekeeper walked out from the back room, glanced at the official uniform of the person standing next, and saw that it was a military officer.

In Dayong, Wen was always respected and Wu was the last, and suddenly he felt a little condescending, raised his chin and asked loudly: "What's your business?"

The man took a step forward, took out the document in his arms, and offered it respectfully with both hands: "General Huaihua, Qingzhou Jiedu Envoy, and Zhenbei Army Commander Tan Yushu all paid a visit. Because there are many mistakes in the previous papers, I am here again today." Report, and I hope you will pass it on.”

The gatekeeper impatiently drew the document over: "Your Excellency, please wait here." After speaking, he closed the door.

Tan Yushu only agreed and returned to the original place.

From the closed door, occasional chatter and laughter floated out, which instantly dissipated in the cold wind.

Inside the house, Deng Wenyuan, a doctor in Duzhi, was holding his sleeves and playing with the charcoal fire.

The gatekeeper handed over the document, and seeing Deng Wenyuan wave his hand, he put the document on the table and stepped back carefully.

The fire finally got hotter, and Deng Wenyuan smiled with satisfaction: "It's getting colder today, and I just have nothing to do, why don't we go to Fuxian Building and order a tray of hot soup dumplings."

"Wonderful~Wonderful~"

Feng Junyan, the servant of the Ministry of Rites who was sitting by the desk, clapped his hands and laughed loudly. When he saw the documents on the table, he flipped through them casually. When he saw the signature, he let out a little surprise.

"Tan Yushu... Could it be the famous jade-faced Tan Lang?"

Hearing this, Deng Wenyuan let out a moderate "hum".

Speaking of Tan Yushu's name, no one in the world knows it.

During the palace examination in the 20th year of Jianhe, hundreds of students filed in. Emperor Jiaming sat high in the hall, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he asked the last young student to come forward for questioning. This person was Tan Yushu.

Although Tan Yushu, who was named, was a little dazed, he still went to the hall to be the head of the palace according to the etiquette. After getting up, he smiled at Emperor Jiaming.

This smile didn't matter, Emperor Jiaming was immediately elated, and blurted out praise: "The jade face is full of autumn water, Tan Lang smiles at the waves, beautiful Tan Lang, it's time to find flowers for me hahaha!"

So before the palace examination was over and the number one scholar was selected, one candidate was selected first, which can be described as an unprecedented novelty in the imperial examination field.

Although this move shocked the world's students, it has always been a common practice of "selecting handsome and handsome people as candidates" in previous selections, and it was also approved by His Majesty Jinkou.

So I turned to wonder, how beautiful is "Beautiful Tan Lang"?

After seeing the real person through all kinds of hardships, everyone was amazed. After returning home, they wrote poems and fus one after another, and Tan Lang's reputation spread farther and farther.

This is a good story for others, but not for Deng Wenyuan, because it just so happened that he and Tan Yushu were in the same subject and ranked fourth.

This is really a strange injustice through the ages. Deng Wenyuan studied hard for 18 years, just to get in the middle of the day, just a little short of being ranked in the top three, parading around the street, and leaving his name in history, and Tan Yushu came out.

A young boy who is only seventeen years old, has no talent, no three points of writing, and takes the limelight with his face, you say it is annoying!

Looking at his expression, Feng Junyan naturally knew the key, so he turned to smile and said: "It's a pity that this Tanhualang originally had a bright future, but he only focused on getting into the crowd of warriors. He was exposed to wind and rain at the border for five years. Back then, 'Mei Zai Tan Lang'~"

Hearing this, Deng Wenyuan was even more displeased. The emperor's love for Tan Hualang was beyond words. According to the custom of the Yong Dynasty, even if the number one scholar became an official, he would start as an eighth-rank official, and most of them would be dispatched. to the field.

And Tan Yushu was not only retained as the capital from the beginning, but was also promoted to the sixth-rank living room within three months for various reasons. He often accompanied Yujia and envied others.

It’s just that I don’t know what is going on in his mind. In the spring of the 21st year of Jianhe, when the Beirong invaded the border, the imperial court sent soldiers, but Tan Yushu wanted to join the army. The emperor couldn’t hold him back, so he gave him a position to follow.

I don't know if he was lucky or unlucky, all the commanders of the Zhenbei Army temporarily sent by the imperial court died, and then he was temporarily promoted to command the frontier army.

Although I have been lucky enough to earn some military merits these years, and was promoted to be a third-rank Huaihua general, two ranks higher than him, but once he enters the ranks of military generals, what is the future? big teeth.

Hehe, it's probably too late for him to regret it now. Five years have passed, and his position has long been lost in the court.

Perhaps an hour later, the door of the government office finally opened again, and Deng Wenyuan and Feng Junyan chatted happily and met for dinner.

The cold wind was biting, and after standing outside for so long, his whole body was already frozen through. Seeing someone come out, Tan Yushu quickly stepped forward, stopped in front of Deng Wenyuan, and saluted respectfully: "Mr. The lowly position has been completely revised, seeing that the end of the year is approaching, I dare not bother my lord any more, I wonder if it will pass this time?"

After a sentence was finished, there was inevitably a little trill caused by the cold.

Deng Wenyuan glanced at it contemptuously, pulled out the document casually, and frowned: "Could it be that the handwriting in Mr. Tan's book is an imitation of 'Han Gong style'?"

Tan Yushu's teeth chattered: "Is...what's wrong with this?"

Deng Wenyuan said contemptuously: "The Holy Majesty has long said, 'Han Gongzi is sharp but unrestrained, and it is something that gentlemen don't take.' General Tan is also looking for a flower to get an official. How could he make such a mistake?"

Tan Yushu was speechless, and bowed to salute: "I have lived in the border for a long time in a lowly position, I have no information, I am ignorant, and I don't know about this matter. Please enlighten me, what is the most appropriate form?"

Deng Wenyuan said impatiently: "If you let me teach everything, if you don't hand it over to me to write, then what's the use of Mr. Tan?"

After finishing speaking, he threw the document on the ground and walked away with a half-smile.

Feng Junyan kept rolling his eyes beside him, but didn't interrupt.

His eyes fell on Tan Yushu. He hadn't seen him for five years. This person was indeed not like the "beautiful Tan Lang" back then.

The figure has grown taller, the once plump cheeks revealed clear lines, and the affectionate "Jian Shui Qiutong" also gained a layer of serenity.

Five years of fighting on the battlefield have left traces. Even though his posture is humble and his expression is gentle, his whole body still unconsciously exudes the aura of gold.

Feng Junyan quietly looked at it and thought to himself: It seems that it is even better than before!

Like the clouds breaking the moon, the cold plums and the snow, if you say that you still have the attitude of a boy next door, now you are a young man who is outstanding and dazzling.

Feng Junyan's eyes moved slightly, and he said warmly to Tan Yushu, "General Tan, it's freezing cold, you should go back earlier."

Tan Yushu stayed where he was, a little dazed, but when he heard his words, he smiled and bowed to salute: "Thank you, Lord Feng."

Feng Junyan also cupped his hands and smiled, and never looked back.

After everyone left, Tan Yushu bent down to pick up the document, put it in his arms, and walked out slowly.