[Qin Shimingyue] On the development of love through improper households

The candy entrance is sweet.The tofu curd is salty.

The palm shop next to Sun Ji's sugar cake shop is still the old man Sun ten years ago.

Old man Sun was lucky and was still alive, although his back was rickety and he looked senile and unlucky.

"Ah Zhen, eat slowly." Zhang Liang reminded.

I gave him an annoyed look, and said quietly, "When I was eating, Mo Crow and Wan Ge never interrupted me." After I finished speaking, I took a sip of bean curd, but it choked my throat, and I began to cough violently stand up.

"Contentment and happiness."

There is a bowl of white water on the table.

I raised my head, reached out to wipe off the soup stains on my lips, and looked at Old Man Sun with a merciful face with a half-smile.

Ten years ago, he also said this to me.

Life is full of vicissitudes, contentment and happiness.

The energy and blood in my whole body almost rushed to my forehead, I wished I could grab old man Sun and shout loudly, what contentment and happiness, my uncle has nothing, what I know is contentment, how can I always be happy!

Hehe, contented and happy.

... I can't even make fun of it.

I sighed and said slowly, "I can't eat anymore."

I only ate a sugar cake and half a bowl of tofu curd, and it was tasteless.

"You didn't have such a small appetite before." Old man Sun said suddenly.

I was taken aback, then smiled and said, "That also depends on who you eat with and what kind of mood you're in."

Old man Sun shook his head, then turned around and resumed his work.

Looking at the candy cakes on the table, I touched my pocket subconsciously, and then realized that I didn't have a Jinpa on me.Furthermore, there is no Feng Bao who wants to eat sugar cakes, waiting for me to bring sugar cakes back in Dinglan Pavilion.

There is no beginning, and there is no end.

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sunset.

The sky was dyed with golden light by the afterglow of the setting sun, but it was extremely lonely.In the gentle evening wind, I sang the ballads many years ago.

"Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River Continent.

My lady, my gentleman is good.

Variety of Ningxia, left and right.

A pretty lady, she wants it.

poo.

Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning. "

In the past, I didn't understand the feeling of "I can't get what I want, and I want to get it". Instead, I went to seek abuse with an inquiring heart. For nearly ten years, this feeling of loneliness has already overwhelmed me completely.

After a song, I stopped.I turned my face and said to Zhang Liang seriously: "You should marry Shuzi."

There was finally a rippling wave on his calm face, half of which was quiet in the flickering shadows, and half trembling in the endless skylight.The star-like light in his eyes has disappeared.

Like the bustling night, the last star fell.

"If you don't marry, I won't force you, and you will never marry a wife in your life."

Every word is absurd.

Zhang Liang at this time is even worse than the stubborn Zhang Xiaomei who I could never catch up with back then.

"If you talk nonsense like this, your father will be pissed off, and the Zhang family will die."

Zhang Yuan had already passed away, and Zhang Ping was ill again. If Zhang Liang said such rebellious words, the old man would definitely be pissed off.

Zhang Liang was speechless, and I was also speechless.

This conversation broke up again.

night.

There is no star today, I sat in the courtyard and counted the moons, and an old slave came to report: "Master Ji, the master wants to see you, and said he has something to talk to you about."

master?Zhang Ping slightly.

Did he talk to me because he thought his life was too long?

Although I was puzzled, I followed the old slave to Zhang Ping's room.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be greeted by the thick air of death in the air.

There was a person lying on the sickbed, with a yellow complexion, old and thin, terminally ill, and coughing violently.

I suddenly envied Dad's death.

It is also a blessing that he died at the most vigorous time, on the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and in front of the beauty's tent.

At the very least, Dad doesn't have to endure the torture of disease, the pain of subjugation and displacement like Zhang Ping.

"...Hello" I suddenly didn't know what to call Zhang Ping. I really wanted to call him by his first name, but I was afraid that I would piss him off with just one word.What should I say?

"Ji Zhen."

"...Do you need something from me?"

Although I was disguised as a man and hadn't seen each other for many years, both Shuzi and Zhang Ping recognized me at a glance. They really hated me to the bone and hated me for leading Zhang Liang down.

"Five years ago, I asked Ah Liang to marry Shuzi."

"Yeah." I nodded, "You're doing the right thing."

If it were me, Zhang Ping, I would make the same decision.

No one would harm their own son.

"Cough cough cough..." He started coughing again.

I quickly said, "Hold on, I didn't say any goddamn words, don't get excited."

"I'm fine." Zhang Ping shook his head and continued, "But Ah Liang didn't agree. He didn't agree then. Do you know why he agreed later?"

"..." Bewitched, then slowed down again.

"You are the daughter of a guilty minister. You should have been punished. My father promised to plead with Han Wang'an for you and save your life. The condition is that Ah Liang gets married as soon as possible. Ah Liang finally agreed. At that time, I understood that you will It exists in his heart, maybe it will be a long time..."

"That's your own guess. For a long time, such things are groundless."

"But I didn't expect his determination to be so deep. After you died, he was depressed for a long time, until the quicksand brought the news that you were not dead. I will never forget how happy he was at that time, only his mother I only saw him smiling so happily when he was still alive."

"……Is it?"

"I told you these things today, just out of a father's sympathy for his son, and no other intentions... I still hate you very much, and this has never changed. Without you, A Liang would not be happy , but at least it won't hurt."

"Oh." I turned around and walked out the door, "It's a pity that there are never ifs in this world."

If so, how do you know that I don't regret it?

"Zhang Ping, I am the same." I stopped outside the door, turned around and said quietly, "I am the same, I still hate you very much. This has not changed from the beginning to the end."

At the end of the corridor, Zhang Liang stood.

The moonlight was so bright that it poured down on the ground, as if it had been covered with an even layer of autumn frost.His body was also stained with moonlight, and the evening wind blew by, breaking up the moonlight from time to time, flowing like water on his body.

Zhang Liang held a jar of wine in his hand.

"Ah Zhen, this is for you."

I never say no to alcohol.

But I didn't expect that what Zhang Liang gave me was Xifeng.The taste is sweet and mellow, the entrance is long, never mixed with water.

What surprised me even more was that the whole jug of wine was warm.I've never paid much attention to temperature, but I know it's easy to heat up a jug of wine, but how did he do it to heat up a whole jug of wine?

I opened my mouth, but in the end I didn't ask anything, and walked away with the wine jar in my arms.

There are all kinds of life, frustration or pride, it is better to get drunk and bury it in sleep.

Mo Crow drinks, it is a small drink, he needs to stay sober, and never indulges.

Probably he also really wanted to get drunk to his heart's content, and he also wanted to have a good time.It's a pity that until Hei Yu put on death and he fell asleep in the loess, this wish was never fulfilled.

"You drank so much!" Shuzi ran into my room and looked at me angrily, "Do you know what you're drinking?"

"... Xifeng."

"Do you know how Brother Liang got it?"

"...Stole it?" This kid has learned badly.

"You stole it! Brother Liang is a gentleman, so he can't do this kind of thing. He was his jade flute—"

"What did you say?"

Shuzi was probably frightened by my sudden cold appearance, she was stunned for a moment before she said: "It was a relic left to him by his mother, he pawned it to buy wine for you, I was eavesdropping He only found out from his conversation with Forbe.”

Be a jade flute!

Thanks to him for doing it.That Zhang San who said to me two years ago, "Ah Zhen, even if you are short of money, you can't sell the jade flute", instead ran to become a jade flute himself.

——It was always him who broke his promise.

I flew to the largest Cai'an pawn shop in Xinzheng at the fastest speed, and the boss with a wicked face greeted me as soon as I entered the door.

"My lord, what do you want to pawn? Or what do you want? My pawn shop has everything."

"I want a jade flute." I paused, and added, "The color is transparent, a high-quality jade flute, do you have one?"

"It's a coincidence that this master came here. Not long ago, someone came here to be a jade flute. Do you know who it is? It's the famous Zifang son, the son of Zhang Xiangye's family!"

"Really? Show it to me."

"This—" the vegetable boss stretched out his fat hand, and said with a smile, "There is also a charge for taking a look."

"Then how about buying it? How much will it cost?"

"Buy it now, 100 taels of gold."

"...Did you give Zhang Liang so much money?"

"If this master doesn't want to see or buy, why bother to ask so many questions?" The vegetable boss's attitude turned cold all of a sudden.

"You mean if you don't have money, you won't take it out?"

"Are you here to smash the store?"

"No, I just want to make a deal with you."

"trade?"

"I don't have any money, but I want that jade flute very much. So I will trade it with your life." Before I finished speaking, the Yu Shi in my hand was out of its sheath, and the point of the sword pointed directly at his fat neck.

"It's not the first day that I, Cai Wancheng, have opened a pawn shop, and it's not the first time someone has pointed a sword at me." The boss of Cai waved his fat hand, and several strong men in bunt clothes came out with swords .

The vegetable boss and I were surrounded.

"If you dare to kill me, you will never get out of this Cai'an pawn shop safely."

"Kill you? It's not that simple. I'm not good at killing people, but torture." I kicked Cai Wancheng to the ground with my feet, hooked his fat body with my toes, and pinned him on the tea table.The sword in my hand also moved to his fat fingers, "Guess, how many fingers can I cut off with my first sword? If you guess right, I will reward you with another sword. If you guess If you make a mistake, I will reward you with two swords. Alright, let’s not talk nonsense, just guess quickly.”

"What are you still doing in a daze, give it to me!"

Although I'm not the ultimate expert, I'm still more than enough to deal with these grassroots teams.After a while, several strong men were all chopped down to the ground.

"Will you abstain? If you abstain, it will be treated as a wrong guess." The blue light of the legacy slid past gently, and one of Cai Wancheng's fingers fell to the ground.

"Ah—" Cai Wancheng howled like a pig being killed.

"Come again, the second sword—"

"Cai Peng, go and get him the second jade flute!"

"I wish it had been like this earlier." I stopped my hands, and waited for the little guy named Cai Peng to find out a jade flute, and handed it to me tremblingly.

"Can you let me go?"

"You are still dishonest." I shook my head and threw away the jade flute in my hand, "Continue to the second sword."

"Hero, spare your life! Cai Peng, go and get the jade flute from the Second Dark Pavilion to the hero."

I stopped the sword again and warned: "If you dare to break your promise again, I will cut off all your fingers."

The jade flute that Cai Peng handed me this time was indeed Zhang Liang's.

……Fool.It has been circulating at my fingertips for two years, how can I admit my mistake?

"Hero, you can let me go." Cai Wancheng begged in pain, clutching his bleeding fingers.

"En." I nodded, and put away Yi Shi and Yuxiao.

"How much did you give Zhang Liang?"

"...Ten taels of gold."

"In the future, I will come to pay back the money." The conversation changed, and I said again, "With one finger missing, it will be easier for you to settle accounts in the future. Don't thank me too much."

Eleven-fingered black cabbage boss, my seven-color tourmaline, it seems that my father also snatched it from here.