Himemoto's interpretation

Hou Bingjun doesn't like people calling him Xiao Houye very much, it's not that he needs to add the prefix "little" because of his age.

He knew that the "Hou" in "Hou Ye" was not a surname, but a title, status, identity, and the origin that the old man never forgot.

Mom said that the ancestor of the Hou family was a noble family, and his grandfather was a general who held a tiger talisman in the previous dynasty.

Decades ago, after earth-shaking changes, grandpa took the old man to Northern Europe.Grandpa passed away, and the old man moved to England with a large inheritance.

Hou Bingjun grew up in a sprawling manor on the outskirts of London.

When he was young, Hou Bingjun was quite confident that he was a descendant of a general, thinking that his grandfather was really great.However, after the tutor taught him modern history, his little head sensed something was wrong, and asked his father, since he was a general, why grandpa didn't drive the enemy away, but let their family live overseas instead.

The old man beat him hard, and that was the only time Hou Bingjun was beaten in his memory.

Mom said it was the old man's rebellion, and later she dismissed her tutor and helped Hou Bingjun intercede with the old man. Only then did the old man appease his anger, and began to take Hou Bingjun to social places where local celebrities loved to go, and heard the dignified servants there call him "Lord".

The old man has the same mustache as the local nobles. Every time he hears a similar address, he will stroke his beard twice with his thumb and index finger, and then give the other party a big tip.

Later, why didn't the old man come out behind closed doors?

Oh, maybe the old man finally knew that the local children called his only son "Little Yellow Monkey" behind his back, asked where his fief was, and pointed to the oil painting and asked why "Lord Old Monkey" didn't have long braids.

In the eyes of foreigners, Lord Hou is just a lost dog and a clown.

This greatly stimulated the old man.

Around the age of ten, there were more and more yellow-skinned and black-haired children like Hou Bingjun in the manor. When they came, they were yellow and thin, and their clothes were ragged. They were thrown into the pond to wash and scrub. Young Lord.

The old man may not have known that he was very resistant to being called "Little Lord". His peers looked at him as if they were looking at a pile of unpeeled potatoes.

Although living in a foreign country, the old man refused to learn the local language, and Hou Bingjun was not allowed to learn it.He said that the Hou family's children were born as masters, and there was absolutely no reason to cater to others.

No one in the manor spoke the local language, and because he didn't go out very much, Hou Bingjun was happy to spend less time thinking about it.

The old man often talks about that he is the only heir of the Hou family, but the old man has no throne, no fief, and no source of income.Only the golden mountain left by grandpa.

When Hou Bingjun was fifteen or sixteen, the atmosphere in the manor changed quietly. Lawyers and tax officials came and went in turn, and the old man was furious all day long.He heard people muttering that most of Jinshan was squandered by the old man, and he was unable to pay the high taxes, and the manor was unsustainable.

There is no light in the west, but a red sun rises in the east.The spring breeze blew, and a thick stack of bills bent the old man's back. An invitation letter from his ancestral home sparked new hope, and the old man decided to return to his hometown.

At that time, there were about a dozen teenagers who grew up with Hou Bingjun in the manor. Those who were willing to return to China returned to China, and the old man who did not want to return to China also sealed a large amount of severance pay.

Returning home is a rare and wise move for the old man.

He caught up with the good time, and the few remaining family properties doubled several times in just a few years.Although it is far from the heyday, the old man has regained the brilliance of being a master again.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and the old man leaks something between his fingers, which is enough to add icing on the cake inside and out of an area.

Many years later, Hou Bingjun realized that the old man was bewildered when he saw Murong Fu, who was insane in Jin Yong's martial arts drama, exchange candy for a child to call him emperor.

He exchanged small favors for people's respect for him and nourished his dream of a prince.

Hou Bingjun and the year of the crown——every time he told his friends about this, he wanted to laugh, because the old man really held a crowning ceremony for him in his hometown in the northeast. ——Fortune comes with misfortune, two months after his birthday, the old man fell seriously ill and almost passed away.

While Hou Bingjun sought famous doctors, he went to the temple to pray for the old man and light the everlasting lamp.

On this point, the guests of the surrounding Hou family talked about it, saying that the little Hou Ye of Hou Ye's family was filial, sincere and pure to his father, and he would definitely do great things in the future.

Hou Bingjun laughed secretly when he heard this. He has no ambitions in his life, he is good at eating and fun at the same time. That is to say, if he has a good life, he is cast in the old man's house, so that he can eat and play at the same time. Wouldn't it be thunder and bangs from the sky?

But these words greatly comforted the old man. Within half a year, the old man gradually got better. Following the doctor's advice, the whole family moved from the northeast, where two-thirds of the year winters, to the warm and humid south.

That illness obviously gave the old man a foresight, and he planned to build a mausoleum for himself—not the burial tomb that was gradually banned because of the protection of cultivated land, but the real mausoleum.

The old man has never been able to comment on his work. Whether it is his dependence on his father or his filial piety, as a man and a child, he always does not want his elders to think about his death so early.

The housekeeper gave him advice. Since the old Hou Ye wanted to build the mausoleum, of course he had to choose a place with excellent geomantic omens.

The more than ten years of trekking through mountains and rivers were the most difficult but also the happiest years in Hou Bingjun's life.

He tried his best to find the treasure, but it didn't delay him to travel all the way and make good friends.

He is a generous man with no intellect, and he has made many friends—brother Tan who he met in Shaanxi who just went to Tibet to buy medicinal materials, sister Su who met in Jinling who is also interested in geomancy, and who does not change all winter Old Chen who took his workers to a star-rated hotel for his birthday in a sweater...

Every time he came back after visiting a place, he would tell the old man about the local scenery to make the old man happy.

Occasionally, he would try to talk about his quack friends.

He wanted the old man to know that times are different now, people are not divided into classes, everyone has their own way of life, and ordinary people can work hard to break out their own world in society.

But every time he mentioned this, the old man always turned back to his room without saying a word.So he stopped talking about his friends in the rivers and lakes, and focused on anecdotes.

Perhaps the climate in the south is pleasant, and the mood is relaxed. The old man's body is getting stronger and stronger year by year.

In the year of the old man's [-]th birthday, Hou Bingjun wanted to hold a lively birthday banquet for the old man, so he distributed invitations widely, and his friends responded one after another.

The old man never condescended to know the inferior people without background, except for the long-established clan and family like the Hou family.

But time has passed, how can there be so many aristocratic families, how can so many people sincerely regard him as "Lord Hou".

Fortunately, my friends respected the old man and had a good chat with him.

At that time, Hou Bingjun realized that he had quite a few friends who were so remarkable, and who had quite a family background, but they all relied on themselves step by step, and really broke out their own world in the society.

You come and go, tracing back to the source, slowly, several families have really established a friendship from generation to generation.

Infected by his energetic new friends, the old man is finally willing to go out and get in touch with new things in the new era.

When the weather was fine, Hou Bingjun drove the old man to a nearby "private visit".

Once, seeing that the old man was in a good mood, he went around and took the old man to the circus camp he had been to several times.

The old man was in a very good mood that day, and he didn't mind the noise of the crowd. He sat in the car and watched the children running around.

There was a little girl, Hou Bingjun reckoned to be the child of a circus worker, and he would see her at the gate of the camp every time he came.

The little girl has big and round eyes, loves to laugh, and has candies in her pockets, giving them to everyone she sees.When she meets crying children, she will do magic tricks for them, holding and releasing them with her little hands, conjuring a ball of marshmallows and a balloon out of thin air, which amuses the children.

In fact, not only children, adults are also very happy to see her.

She lived up to Hou Bingjun's expectations and managed to amuse the old man when she didn't know it.

On the way back, the old man said several times that the little girl doll is very interesting.

Hou Bingjun said yes, like the little angel described by Bouguereau, well-behaved and clever, the magic is better than the magician in the circus.

He asked the old man if he wanted to come back another day, but the old man was vague and didn't say he was going.Hou Bingjun looked at him and found that his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Before setting off again to find the treasure land, Hou Bingjun made a special trip to the circus, but unfortunately he never saw the little girl again.

When he left, he felt that he was quite inexplicable. How about seeing it, other people's children, could it be possible to snatch them back and use them as the old man's granddaughter?

He continued to find geomantic treasures for his father, and continued to meet friends on the road.

The days were lived with gusto, and in a flash, another two or three years passed.

One day, the housekeeper suddenly called and told Hou Bingjun to go back. First, he didn’t need to find another place;

Hou Bingjun didn't think about whether the old man opened the mausoleum because he didn't want to repair it, or someone else found it for him. He was simply glad that the old man called him for something.

But something very bad happened at the school entrance banquet, and Hou Bingjun has always been brooding about it.

The old man lost his pocket watch during the dinner.He said it didn't matter, Sister Su didn't care about it, and dispatched all the security guards at home to help him find things.Coincidentally, on that day, Sister Su's house was attacked by thieves.

Occasionally in the dead of night, when waking up from a big dream, Hou Bingjun would have a vague thought, if the old man hadn't lost his pocket watch that day, sister Su would have been spared that kind of thing.

Hou Bingjun spent most of his life in a daze, never expecting that someone would coincide with him.

The three people outside had no way of knowing that the issue of trust quota was being discussed inside, and the three people inside couldn't hear the quarrel outside, "Who is the super villain among us?"

The words were picked up by Zhao Libin.

When the women entered the kitchen, he stood up and opened the window, threw away the cigarette that had been soaked in sweat for a long time, lit a new one, and said, "My wife is definitely not that doctor, and I dare to say that I am a doctor." no."

Sweat glistened on his forehead in the midday sun.

Wan Hongzhou rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, unbuttoned the two collar buttons, and said slowly, "Let me try to understand, Mr. Zhao means that there must be a 'doctor' between me and the young master."

Zhao Libin took a deep breath, picked up a half-drunk bottle of beer and put it on the window sill, with the back of his hand against the dripping bottle, not in a hurry to drink.

"You don't know it's the young master, so I'm the only one left." Wan Hongzhou said, "Let's not just say who it is and who it isn't."

Zhao Libin spat out the cigarette butt far away, with his mouth on the mouth of the bottle, but his eyes on the young master, "Mr. Wan probably doesn't know that Sister Su's house was stolen that night, it's very strange."

"All ears." Wan Hongzhou seemed to think the reflection was dazzling, so he turned his chair and entered a dark corner.

"I remember it very clearly. I remember every time it was stolen." Zhao Libin pulled down the curtain and pointed to his forehead, "It's nailed to the pillar of shame."

That night, Sister Su held a school entrance banquet for her daughter at home, and invited many relatives and friends, as well as her daughter's teachers and classmates.

But few guests present knew that Old Hou Ye had left the banquet halfway.

When he came back after going to the bathroom, he suddenly said that he had lost his pocket watch, which was given to him by a respectable old gentleman when he was in England.

Sister Su immediately notified all the security guards to find the so-called gold watch.

"What happened next, we all know..."

Hou Bingjun couldn't take it anymore, he rushed to the kitchen door and slammed on the hard metal door.

He didn't want to hear the two singing together.

He considers himself to be close friends with Zhao Libin.

That year, when he was eating noodles at a train station restaurant, he happened to meet a thief stealing something. Hou Bingjun was still thinking about how to remind the girl, but Zhao Libin rushed up to hold the thief down without saying a word.

Zhao Libin and Chang Ying knew each other, and he was the one who introduced them.

Wan Hongzhou is a poor student in the mountainous area whom he has anonymously funded for many years.The first tutoring job was introduced to him by Hou Bingjun.

Now both friends are treating him like a fool and pouring dirty water on him.

Yang Xiaomi knocked on the kitchen window, and Chen Xi opened the window a little.

"Let him in."

Chen Xi wanted to ask her something, but when he looked up, he saw the camera flashing red.

The door opened a crack, and she and the young master looked into each other's eyes.

The young master suddenly turned his head and shouted at the two of them: "Later! Later my house was also stolen!"

The young master entered the kitchen, but Wan Hongzhou and Zhao Libin still did not leave the corner.The positions of the two of them occupy the dark corner of the room where there are not many monitors, and they are out of the range of the microphone.

Xingqi put on an earphone, listened repeatedly to the recording before Zhao Libin and Wan Hongzhou left their seats, stared at the screen intently, and asked herself: "One of these two must be a doctor, who is it?"

She didn't hear herself speak, but immediately, she was awakened by a warm air flow next to her ear, and she turned her head and held her slightly parted lips before the detective could speak, "Mr. Xia is not allowed to cheat."

She wants to find out Dr. herself.

Teacher Xia nodded and said "OK", and rubbed her lips a few times.

After parting, the detective's eyebrows curled up in satisfaction.

Xingqi stared at her for a while, then bit her earlobe angrily.

The young master was put into the kitchen, and the thoughts that were interrupted by him knocking on the door were almost connected, but were completely scattered by the detective.

Smelling the fragrance of magnolia and sandalwood after a long absence, Xingqi was inexplicably relieved.

Then, she thought.

"Shortly after my visit to Sister Su's house, I went to the young master's house and took away the bronze tiger charm and a green jade finger ring. These two things should not be on the lost and found list."

"There is also a gold pocket watch in the safe. The watch is very old, and the buckle of the watch chain is new. I think the owner likes it very much, so I keep it."

Xingqi dug into the long past in the depths of her memory, "This family is the smoothest in my impression. There is neither security guard nor siren."

"But what impressed me the most was the first time I went to Sister Su's house." Xingqi's eyes were red, and she sniffed lightly, "Not only because it was the first time, but also because I was sent there suddenly. "

in a hurry.

The floor plan is only seen on the road.

The place was crowded with guests, the front yard was noisy, and there were security patrols near the vault marked on the floor plan.

She hoped that the security guards would patrol for the rest of her life, but it failed. After a few minutes, all the security guards withdrew.

"Some people sent me there, some led away the security guards, and some accepted me to transfer the stolen goods."

It all started that day.