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

In a blink of an eye, April is over, and I have spent more than a month of leisure time in Xingyang.

The sun in April was a bit too strong, and the face was slightly hot from the sun, and a shadow fell on it in a trance.

I opened my eyes, but closed them again after a moment.

"It's a bit late today." I complained.

He tidied up the food boxes in his hand until they were opened and placed before he said, "It took some time to make the tea, Ah Zhen can't be blamed."

"In fact, I like drinking alcohol more than drinking tea." I got up from the ground, picked up a piece of pastry and ate it, "But the tea you made tastes good, so I'll make it up, smart and virtuous Qilu Sanhua The delicate and charming purple morning glory~"

"Talking nonsense again," Zhang Liang shook his head helplessly, but there was a hint of teasing in his tone, "You're not afraid of biting your tongue."

"I always think that Qilu Sanhua is much more beautiful than Qilu Sanjie." Qilu Sanhua's delicate voice makes people's hearts flutter, but Qilu Sanjie is noble and glamorous...just for admiration.

Changing a good name can shorten the distance between people.

After I had eaten and drank enough, I lay down comfortably again.There was a thin layer of sweat on my forehead, Zhang Liang stretched out his hand to dry me carefully with a handkerchief, I squinted my eyes and looked at his face, feeling a sense of relief that I had never felt before.

Mo Ya, Wan Ge, Bai Feng, Yin Xue, Jin Se, Long Qi, their figures are gradually fading away.

Sometimes I think of Wan Ge, but I seem to have almost forgotten his appearance.And Long Qi, whether his facial features are handsome, enchanting or resolute, has gradually blurred.All I remember is that he has red hair and red eyes.

Like a burning flame, it's beautiful.

"Are you happy?" Zhang Liang asked me.

"Hmm." I nodded.

happy.

I am very happy.

I don't even think I've ever been this happy in my life.

Regarding the past, we have tacitly kept silent since the beginning of April.

He will tell me some Confucianism and Taoism, and it seems that he understands the theory of all schools of thought.My knowledge is relatively shallow, and I don't want to bring up the past, so I was a rare audience and listened to him without saying a word.

Sometimes I can't help but think that if I can live my whole life like this, it's okay.Let this day last longer, longer.

At this moment, I thought of the little face that resembled him, my son did not doubt it.

No doubt he should grow taller now, I don't know if he will accidentally fall while walking... Long Qi will definitely take good care of him.

I should trust that all of them will be safe and sound.

"Ah Zhen, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," I replied after thinking for a while, "I'm thinking about what you looked like ten years ago."

Ten years ago, at that time, he was 16 years old.

The 16-year-old Zhang Liang in my memory, I don't remember the specific appearance very clearly. I saw him standing under the peach blossom tree with his hands behind his back in a daze, his figure stretched very long by the light.

When I came back to my senses, there was a 26-year-old him in front of me.

Mature and stable, calm and unhurried after being gradually dyed by wind and frost, still handsome, with red lips and white teeth.

"Do you remember that?" His eyes were full of smiles.

"Forget." I coughed lightly and sat up, "Let's go back, it's windy"

I think I have a disease called amnesia. I can't remember many things very clearly, and they are gradually blurred and then forgotten.Not only am I not afraid, but I even hope that this disease will continue to worsen, even if it is terminal.

... all forgotten.

Then, do it all over again?

The next day, it was still sunny.

old place.

I opened my eyes, Zhang Liang was there, but he didn't bring a food box.

His expression was serious, and he was silent for a long time, until I was about to speak, he said slowly: "Fan Zeng has an accident."

My eyes moved slightly, and I asked, "Hang up?"

"Not yet." He shook his head, "The situation is not very good."

"Oh, this old man has too many things to do, really annoying." I sighed, and said, "Let's take a look."

Fan Zeng's situation is indeed not optimistic.

Tens of miles away from Xingyang, there is a hidden small house surrounded by trees.

As soon as I walked into the grove, I saw Chen Ping squatting at the door of the house basking in the sun.

With a weed in his mouth, Chen Ping lit a fire and was cooking something. When he saw Zhang Liang and me coming, he pointed his mouth in the direction of the back room: "Inside."

On the broken straw mat in the house, Fan Zeng was lying dying, his back arched and curled up into a ball. He hadn't seen him for more than a month, and he was pitifully old and thin.

He was muttering something, but I couldn't hear it clearly, so I subconsciously asked, "Master Fan, what are you mumbling about?"

He tried his best to look up at me, and after seeing clearly that it was me, he shook his head and sighed: "I told you to assassinate Liu Bang. He didn't die, but I was going to die."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You have to be aboveboard. What kind of assassination is going on? Killing Liu Bang by strength is the best."

"You girl, you've become a traitor not long after you left!" Fan Zeng spoke so forcefully that he coughed up a mouthful of old blood.

"Mr. Fan Zeng." Zhang Liang looked at him worriedly.

Fan Zeng patted his chest, calmed down, and said, "Zhang Liang, you are doing well!"

"Sir... I have won the prize."

"You bastards actually alienated my relationship with Shaoyu. He didn't want me anymore... No, I quit. I said I wanted to tell my old man to go back to my hometown and return to Pengcheng, but Shaoyu didn't want to keep me at all. mean!"

I looked at his tearful face, and reminded him aloud, "He's not Shaoyu, he's King Xiang."

"It's all the same." Fan Zeng argued, "I watched him grow up little by little, and so did Xiaolong."

"It's not the same." I looked at this stubborn old man and said seriously, "People change. He is King Xiang, not Shaoyu."

If he was Shaoyu, how could he not even trust his own father?

How could he not even trust his brother Long Qi who was born and died together?

So he is King Xiang, not Shaoyu.

Shaoyu was lost, or abandoned by King Xiang himself.

"When Shaoyu faced Wushuang in Quicksand before, he saved me desperately, how could he not trust me!" Fan Zeng's excited mood did not calm down at all, and it was the first time I saw him completely lose his composure.

—Everyone is afraid of being abandoned.

But if you are really abandoned, what can you do?

"I've said it all, he is King Xiang, not Shaoyu."

"Shao Yu is King Xiang!"

"...Zhang Liang, the old man is crazy." I shrugged helplessly, wanting to laugh, but the corners of my mouth were stiff, and my heart was heavy.

There is a saying: When a bird is about to die, its song is mournful; when a man is about to die, his words are kind.

But none of Fan Zeng’s words before his death was good, they were all unrealistic fantasies and harsh words—cursing Liu Bang, Zhang Liang, Chen Ping, Han Xin, me, but not himself and his "Shao Yu".

Just like that, Fan Zeng couldn't stop cursing - he was tired.

He is too tired.

From the seven heroes of the Warring States Period, Qin Qi, Chu Yan, Han, Zhao and Wei contended for hegemony, to Qin Shi Huang Yingzheng's unification of the country, the Xiang family continued to flee, the Mohist institution city was destroyed, the little sage village was burned, Zhang Liang assassinated Qin, and Sheng Qi revolted. Su was killed by Zhao Gao and Li Si, Hu Hai ascended the throne, Hu Hai was killed by Zhao Gao, Zhao Gao was killed by the third generation Ziying, and Ziying was killed by Xiang Yu... He has seen too much.

Killing and killing, dying and dying, there is no memory of happiness.

Uh, are you happy?

……hapiness.

Old man Fan's happiest time should be the days before Chu State was destroyed by Qin State, when he watched Xiang Yu and Long Qie grow up from two little radish heads.

But the time is too far away, I don't know if he still remembers it.

Finally, Fan Zeng struggled to get up and said, "Zhang Liang, play another game of chess, and I will definitely beat you."

"Ah, old man, take it easy, lie down and rest."

I wanted to stop it, but Zhang Liang stopped him, he said softly, "Ah Zhen, you go out first."

"But..." He will die!

The next moment, the words I was about to blurt out were swallowed back, because I saw Fan Zeng tremblingly reached out and grabbed a package, how hard he looked?

Zhang Liang leaned over and helped him open the package, which contained the chessboard and chess pieces.Nothing else.

Perhaps this is the last thought of his life.

I listened to what Zhang Liang said, went out and closed the door for them.

It was already sunset outside, and Chen Ping was still cooking the dark pot, humming a little song, so leisurely.

"I said, it was you who made old man Fan Zeng like this?"

Hearing what I said, Chen Ping immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not."

"Oh?"

"Of course I was the one who spread the scheming, but the choice is in Xiang Yu's own hands. He chose not to trust the old guy. The Overlord of Western Chu can be fooled by such rumors, and he has nothing to do with him in this world." When Chen Ping said this, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "But I never thought that the old guy would be so angry. Why bother? Let's see if he saved his childhood. Anyway, he is so old."

"...this statement" is actually reasonable.

"You said, if Xiang Yu trusted the old man, would he believe other people's gossip? Would he be deceived?" Chen Ping asked with a smile again.

"Does not."

"So," Chen Ping spat out the grass in his mouth, and moaned, "So it's not my fault, it's Xiang Yu's fault."

The pot on the fire was bubbling and bubbling. Chen Ping added some herbs to the pot and stirred it with a branch.

It seems that what he boiled was medicinal soup, could it be possible that he could still boil medicine for Fan Zeng?

Has he been bewitched?

"Chen Ping, do you respect Fan Zeng?"

Hearing this, Chen Ping stiffened his hands, turned his face mechanically, and said through gritted teeth, "How do you know that I respect that old guy? Don't talk nonsense, I hate that old guy very much."

This was the answer I didn't expect.

So, Chen Ping babbled about his childhood stories.Once because he stole a small cabbage from a family in the village, he was aggressively chased by the old man of that family for ten miles. He almost burst into tears and almost knelt down, and the old man looked a lot like Fan Zeng. Ping deduced that they were Fan Zeng's distant relatives.

"Then why did you boil medicine for Fan Zeng?"

Since he hated Fan Zeng so much, it made sense to trample him to death.

"Later, when I grew up, when a community sacrifice was held in the village, the old man actually recommended me to be the priest of the community temple, presided over the sacrifice to the community god, and divided the meat for everyone."

"..." This is unreasonable, isn't it?Chen Ping has a history of stealing cabbage, "The old man must have been bewitched, and the bewitched is not serious."

"I think so too. I divide the meat very evenly, so the folks praise me for being competent. This is the first time I have been praised by so many people... I am embarrassed to say it, you are very envious. "

"This is even more unreasonable! Are you still Chen Ping?"

When Chen Ping divided the meat, he should have swallowed a large piece of pig hair for himself, and then distributed the pig hairs to the villagers, two for each person, and he made the extra pig hairs for brushes.

"What's unreasonable about this? It's very reasonable." Chen Ping said displeased, "If I have the chance to govern the world, I can be as competent as dividing meat."

"Does not."

There will be more and more levies and miscellaneous taxes like that, and sooner or later the people will be in dire straits.

"You bastard, don't always slander me in your heart." Chen Ping glanced at me, then shifted his gaze to the pot, "I know you were sent by Xiang Yu, Ah Mo is much cuter than you .”

"...Then why don't you report to Liu Bang?"

"Zhang Liang is an older officer than me in the army, so I have to give him three points no matter what?" Chen Ping raised his eyebrows and continued, "Besides, reporting may not be useful. I have been reported several times before. Once, Si Guanying and Si Zhou Bo, those uneducated people often reported me, fortunately I was smart, so His Majesty didn't punish me, but was moved by my words and promoted me."

"Pfft—" This Liu Bang is also a no-brainer, but Chen Ping's mouth gun skills are indeed powerful.

"The pot is boiling, and the medicine is finally ready~" Chen Ping turned off the fire, put the medicine juice in the pot into a bowl with a happy expression, and carefully picked it up again, "See if my medicine is not so bitter to death!" Guy, let him chase me for ten miles with a small cabbage, it's ruthless!"

At this time, the door was pushed open.

Zhang Liang walked out slowly, with a calm face and silent eyes.

He said softly: "Lieutenant Chen, you don't have to work hard."

The door was not closed.

After a short distance, I saw Fan Zeng, over seventy years old, lying on a straw mat in a dimly lit room, his eyes closed forever, with a peaceful expression.

Next to it is a chessboard with black and white chess pieces placed on it.

"Did he beat you?" I asked Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang shook his head and said, "Not really."

"..." Can't you put the water back in?

I turned my head to look at Chen Ping.

His expression was calmer than Zhang Liang's, even neither sad nor happy.He squatted down and poured all the concoction that had just been poured into the bowl after patiently boiling it for a long time on the ground.