my princess boy

On the streets of Yangzhou City.

It’s almost noon, but the streets are still very lively. Yangzhou people like to sing songs. Every spring, when the spring is bright and beautiful, men, women and children will gather together to sing songs on the street. The stalls are bustling with people coming and going.

"Young master, buy a sachet. If there is a girl you fancy, just give the sachet to her!" The owner of the sachet shop enthusiastically said to the man in front of him, with a big smile on his face, "Firework March , our city of Yangzhou is the busiest, and there are the most married couples, you seem to be here for fun, you are probably here to find the girl you like, right?"

The man in white smiled at him, picked up a fish-shaped sachet, and said, "This scent is very pleasant, so I'll buy this."

"Oh, you have a good eye. This smell is made by mixing crushed tea leaves and plum blossoms. A young man said it smells good before, and even named it specially!" The boss handed him the sachet, He smiled and said, "He said, call, what's the name 'and teach Yu Nu to bring tea'..."

"And teach Yu Nu to bring tea?" The man in white raised the corners of his lips playfully, "Well, this name is also very appropriate and poetic."

"Yu Nu" is another name for plum blossoms. It is natural and interesting to pretend to be a person here.

"That son is just like you. He is also dressed in white. He looks very handsome. If you two meet, I think we can become friends." The boss said enthusiastically.

The man smiled and handed him the money: "We will meet each other if we are destined, thank you."

After taking the sachet, the man walked westward. The inn he was staying in was by the West End Alley.

After walking a few steps, he seemed to hear a voice calling him:

"Mr. Ling, is it you, Mr. Ling!"

Ling Yutang turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a blue shirt with a smile on his face, full of surprise and gratitude. He was taken aback, and immediately recognized that this was a shop owner he had helped eight years ago. Speaking of which, Of course Yu Wanyan is also...

"Old Liang, it's you. I haven't seen you for ten years. How are you? Is Cui'er married?" Ling Yutang just walked over when Lao Liang grabbed his arm tightly:

"Mr. Ling, it's really you. It's so great. I thought I'd never see you again in my lifetime!" He said, so excited that he reached out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and muttered, "Since you helped us get back the store After punishing the wicked, our place is much more peaceful. Look, my store has doubled in size... Tweety got married four years ago, and her son-in-law is also surnamed Ling. He is a scholar... All of this is entrusted to you Blessing!"

Ten years ago, when he came to Yangzhou, he met a wealthy tyrant in Yangzhou who forcibly bought Lao Liang's cloth shop and even bought his daughter Cui Er as a concubine. He helped Lao Liang get back the cloth shop, and it was precisely because of this that he met Yu Wanyan.

Lao Liang warmly invited him in for a sit down, but he couldn't refuse his kindness, so he had to go in and sit for a while. Lao Liang's wife was also very happy to see her, and she asked him to have tea and snacks, but he couldn't refuse, and only said that he would have a drink. Tea.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lao Liang brought up the events of the past again, and then suddenly remembered, and said, "By the way, Mr. Ling, it just so happened that five days ago, that Mr. Yu also came to our shop." !"

Ling Yutang was stunned, but felt his heart beating suddenly, and his whole body became excited. He took a sip of the tea, his eyelashes fluttering: "Oh... then how about him?"

"He is still the same as ten years ago. He is dressed in white, with a sword and a qin on his back. It's just that he has a little doll in his arms. The little doll is carved in powder and jade. It makes people happy to see it." Lao Liang said excitedly. Then, looking at Ling Yutang, "I asked him, but he said that this little baby is his son, but he just lost his mother... Well, when our Tweety was born, our old lady also went, this girl gave birth, It’s really a hell of a journey, it’s pitiful!”

Ling Yutang didn't respond to his long and short sighs, his eyes turned straight, and he asked: "Then... what happened afterwards?"

"Ah, later, later, my wife and I left the father and son for dinner, but Mr. Yu said he still had something to do, so he left." Lao Liang said with emotion, "I saw that the father and son seemed to be in the dust. If it's important, I won't keep them."

What's the matter?

Ling Yutang couldn't help but care about Yuwenyan, but this happened five days ago, even if he and Yuwenyan were face to face, they had nothing to do with each other anymore, so why should he ask him?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little lost.

He and Lao Liang exchanged a few more words, and then they also left. Lao Liang was enthusiastic and insisted on giving him a jar of Yangzhou's unique Qionghualu wine.

He carried the jar of wine back to the inn, and as soon as he sat down, his eyes couldn't help but clung to the jar of wine again, and memories kept flooding into his mind——

It was the same ten years ago, when he and Yuwan said goodbye, Lao Liang said that there was no way to repay such a great kindness, so he gave them both a jar of Qionghualu wine, saying that it was Yangzhou's specialty, and it tasted very good. It was not expensive, so I accepted it.

The two drove to Guanyin Mountain in Yangzhou and watched the sunset on the mountain. At that time, the two hit it off and chatted very speculatively. With the beautiful scenery of the sunset and the free-flowing Qionghualu wine, the taste was even more wonderful than being in the fairy palace.

Later, after he returned to the capital, he also asked someone to buy Qionghualu wine. It tasted the same, but he always felt that it was not as good as that jar - it seemed that the wine he had drunk in his life was not as good as that jar.

why?

He kept questioning himself, opened the jar of wine again, and drank half of it in one go.

The taste is still the same, but it still lacks a little flavor.

However, he was a little drunk.

He lay down on the bed, looked at the gauze above his head, and thought, Ling Yutang, Ling Yutang, you really shouldn't have come to Yangzhou. There are clearly memories of you and that person everywhere here. You are here because you want to find him. , or want to torture yourself?

But thinking about it, I couldn't help but think of their father and son—how are they living?Where do you live and how are you doing?Is it difficult for him to bring his son alone?He also thought that it was also his own child, Yuze was in the capital, receiving the best education and being served like a star, but that child...

It is really not appropriate to think about it.

Ling Yutang got up and planned to go to Guanyin Mountain for a walk. He had been in Yangzhou for the past three days and hadn't been to Guanyin Mountain yet. Before coming, his mother had said that he would go to Guanyin Mountain to offer incense for her.

After locking the door, he stepped out with drunken steps, but as soon as he left, he stepped on something - he looked down, and it was a sachet.

Picking it up, I found that this sachet is the one I bought just now?

He reached out and touched his sleeve, thinking that he was drunk, but he found that his hair was still there, so, was it dropped by someone else?

"Mo'er, Daddy's sachet is gone, just wait for me."

Ling Yutang's body shook, as if shocked by a thunderbolt, he squeezed his hand, holding the sachet tightly in his palm, and walked towards the stairs.

"Guest officer, I'll look for it for you. The carriage has been prepared for you two. You two can get on the carriage." It was the voice of the waiter.

Ling Yutang couldn't help feeling the wind under his feet, and ran downstairs with a "thump thump":

"Evening Words—"

The mouth is always one step ahead of the brain.

At the stairs, a young man in white was holding a three-year-old child, looking up at him in surprise.Sure enough, the young man in white was wearing a sword and a qin on his back, his black hair was scattered around his waist, and his temperament was gentle and free and easy.

Ling Yutang almost lost his breath, only felt the strength of alcohol, and almost fell down the stairs with one foot in the air.

The two looked at each other for a moment, but that moment seemed like forever.

Ling Yutang held his breath, stretched out his hand, and said with a big drunken tongue: "Yu, Mr. Yu, this sachet, return it to Zhao, okay?"

He stared straight at the person across from him, as if it wasn't the sachet that returned to Zhao completely, but the person he couldn't help missing after drinking.

However, the person on the opposite side also looked at him directly, with a smile on his lips: "I haven't seen you for ten years, Wanyan greets Mr. Ling."

Ling Yutang showed a crying smile.

After floating clouds, the water flowed for ten years.

My beloved Yu Wanyan, in Yangzhou, finally returned to this world, drank Qionghualu wine with me again, and watched every dusk in the world.